"I reckon we'd look pretty good as a couple o' pigs,” yelped an excited Zeke. Jessica had been right, this was gonna be bad.
"A pair of porcine proportions coming right up!" yelled the ringmaster as he waved his baton in the air and exited from the ring. As the lights
came down on Jessica and Zeke, she instinctively knew it was her time to shine. She wasn't sure how the ringmaster was doing it, but she was
committed fully to the performance, her movements and words tied not only to her transformation, but also to the show.
Interestingly enough, it was Zeke who displayed the first signs of changing, letting off a loud and pungent fart whose smell reached even the last
rows of the tent. Zeke laughed it off: "Prissy little city girl like you's gonna need to get used to a few bad smells as a piggy."
Jessica, however, didn't miss a beat: "Oh Zeke, you're going to need to do better than that to impress a sow of my caliber!" Just then Jessica let out
her own fart that filled up the big top with its offensive smell. While she was playing it up for the sake of performance, Jessica was undergoing
some severe mental and instinctual changes; Zeke's fart had gotten her hot in an undeniable way. In just a few minutes Zeke had gone from
disgusting redneck in Jessica's mind to viable mate. It wasn't just the ringmaster compelling her anymore; her porcine instincts were beginning to
kick in.
The mood in the big top was now divided between revulsion and amusement, particularly from seeing a pretty girl like Jessica take pride in her
baser bodily functions. What came next would test that divide even more.
Zeke took up the dare that Jessica had been hinting at in her previous response, pulling down his pants and underwear to reveal a large, and very
much erect, corkscrew penis. As some male audience members began to boo, Zeke released a steamy pile of droppings onto the floor of the ring.
Jessica's face lit up in recognition: "Now you're talking my language!"