Slowly for some reason you walk onto the pathway made of old dry chipped tree bark. The musty scent is more than you can stand and rather than return to try the grassy path you begin to run along the path your on.
The more you run the stronger the coarse scent of moss and bark becomes. Flower which were so lush are quickly thinning. The ground around the path is dotted with large holes as if someone's dog was digging all about.
With a quick turn of the path you trip and fall head first into a large hole. A thud rings out as you land on your back looking up. Eyes wide from pain they quickly slam shut at the sight of many faces of dirty pigs who surround you.
As you lay quiet the pigs begin to take less interest in you and wander off. You sit up and turning round come nose to snout with a large black pig.
A word of fright and disgust is spoken while the big boar looks you over from head to toe.
The massive creature leened forward and his tongue suddenly pokes between your loose lips. A mixed feeling of disgust and rapture washes over you as the tongue retracks and your tongue reaches out to lick at the boar.
Looking up the view is blocked by a rough looking man with a leather apron draped down the front of his chest to the knees. He reaches over to pet the big boar and without a word takes a hold on your jaw and opens your mouth for a looksee.
"You'll do!" he says as the man get to his feet and calls for someone to join him there.
Again the herd of swine, some young, some old but all just plain huge come to stand near by.
"Mason has choosen this one! Remember it!" as he again looks down at you. "Yes you are fit enough and will do just fine!"
"Fit, Fine and just what will I do?" you spout the question acting half scared to death and yet sounding very stern.
"You chose to come down here and here is where you'll stay! Mason, he came here some eighteen years ago and since has made quite the name for himself as being the prime boar. You my dear young one he has choosen to be a part of his great heritage. You are now becoming a sow!" said the man with a smile and short look toward Mason.
Pushing against the spongy earth your fingers feel odd as they press on the ground. A quick shot look down denotes that fingers are gone! Now you sport light colored clover trotters in place of hands. A scramble to stand sends you face down into the crushed bark covered ground.
Mason steps forward and stands above you holding you in place unable to get away.
"Easy, take it easy! Once his tongue peeked your lips and entered your mouth the change was certian. See your arms are now fine strong legs! See too your nose and mouth are merging." explained the big man.
A rip of cloth rings out as your blouse and jeans split apart. Mason takes his snout and begins to help remove what soon will not be needed. You swat at his intentions but your arms are forelegs and nolonger have the agility they once knew.
Your head falls forward as the nasty smelling bark enters your mouth. A stammering try to spit out the foul bark only reminds you of the brute teeth pushing out your human teeth. A pure piggy squeal slits out your changing throat as Mason continues to nudge his snout all over your body.
Gradually your chest and belly swell in response to whatever has changed you from human to swine. Mason finishes his toying and all the clothes of the previous human now lay as rags mixed into the bark chips. You roll to one side as Mason reaches down a sniffs along a double row of brown dots.
A scramble to stand makes even the big man standing near give a groan of satisfaction on a sleek and slender form who know has joined the herd.