She tried not to make eye contact. His eyes were…intimidating. His tusks were frightening. A knock on the door was followed by a odd looking
lobster-like man in a tux entering the room with a platter holding an odd colored drink. He presented the glass to Antonia.
“Drink!” grunted the pig man.
Antonia did as instructed as the lobster man left the room. The drink tasted awful, she could only imagine what unpleasantness would follow.
“You will be my mate.” bellowed the pig man from his chair. “Soon, you will stand at my side, and lay eagerly in my bed.” At that, he erupted into a
deep snorting laughter, which Antonia hated. His pig’s snout flicked snot with each bark, and his fat hairy belly shook. “Come, my name is Ivan.
What do I call you?”
Antonia spat out her name with a whimper. “Antonia? This is an Italian name, yes?” questioned Ivan. Antonia nodded. “This is good! Italian woman
have been made into many good pigs in our society!” said Ivan, as if it was supposed to be some sort of encouragement for her present situation.
“Why are you doing this to me?” whimpered a distressed Antonia.
“In our society, to turn a human woman into one of your own is the true sign of success! I have worked long and hard to be able to afford to go to
auction. To find a human of such pig-like proportions on my first trip must have been providence at work. We were meant to be together!”
bellowed Ivan!
She stole a glance up to see his squiggly tail bouncing between his shit-stained ass cheeks—gross. He was such a disgusting creature both in
appearance and manner—a pig-man literally and otherwise. Pig or not, Antonia did not know how he could think she would be ever attracted to
him, but she was careful not to antagonize him. He seemed to be very strong with a powerful chest. Jilting him too badly would be bad. She
decided to keep him occupied.
“So what is it that you do?” inquired Antonia.
“Ah, I am plumber! Best in all of city! Is good, dirty work. Best of all, I get to keep all of the poop I find to myself for food! You will learn to enjoy
this too!” cheered Ivan. Antonia vomited a little in her mouth just thinking about eating shit.
She brushed lightly at an itch her inner thighs with the back of her fingers; “Ouch!” Her pinky hurt for some reason. She then gasped at what she
saw next. In just two minutes her legs had become very hairy. She felt like a savage without her razor to maintain her large, but otherwise
extremely sexy, thunder thighs. She had no idea pigs were naturally so hairy. Even her pits were overgrown. “Oh god!” Antonia thought, she
realized she had just thought of herself as a pig.
“Ah, my mate, I can see you are starting the transformation. Are you enjoying it so far?” He said mockingly. Antonia grimaced as she stared down
at her bare feet. She was sudden hit with strange and powerful isions: running through the forest naked; gorging on fruit until her belly seemed to
burst; even a moment which included the pig man—one in which she didn’t find him so distasteful. He couldn’t know any of that, though his
question hinted at the truth.