But Jen couldn't quite get the words out correctly, her porcine maw not able to produce the magic words with the
correction intonation.
"Sshh, little piggy," her mother hushed, before heading into the house.
Jen fell down into the turf with absolute dejection. It was all over, now. Unless she could manage some kind of
escape. But by tomorrow, she would be entirely pig-girl, and the day after that was Kyle's big "dinner date".
What the hell was going to happen to her then? For now, she could only continue to munch on her feed, awaiting
the final changes.
As she eventually fell into a restless sleep that evening, her changes did indeed progress. Her hands were
entirely trotters, her heavy breasts were now replaced by two rows of teets, and although she still retained the
ability to process words in English in her mind, she could no longer pronounce them. Worse still, further
porcine instincts were kicking in, and despite her terror she was becoming increasingly mindful of a drive to
consume as much feed as possible.
Just as she found some rest, her mother awoke her abruptly.