Unable to stop herself, Brenda walked to the edge of the pen, and locked eyes with the pig-who-had-been-a-girl. It was embarrassing, and Carl was yelling at her, but his words were lost in an onrushing urge to complete Jennifer's orders.
"Jennifer." Brenda said, looking at the half-human sow. She only barely knew what she was doing, but the words were leaping into her head. "Transform or Dare?"
"TRan'Frrrrm!" Jennifer said, immediately.
Once more, Brenda felt compelled to speak. "For your transformation, you will stop turning into a pig, and return to being a girl immediately."
The hog in the pen started to grunt to itself, trying to curl up in ways its spine didn't quite want to anymore.
The trotters of her foreleg started to stretch out, split, and become dainty fingers.
The hog-bristles that covered her body seemed to flake off, blowing away like dandelion-seed.
Her sow-teats started to swell and round themselves, becoming human breasts once more.
And as the fat began to melt away slowly and reluctantly to reveal a slender and shapely young woman once again, it occurred to Brenda that yes, her daughter had been turning into a pig. And they had always known this was going to happen. But they hadn't always known last week. At some point, only within the last several days, it had seemed the most reasonable thing in the world that their girl was going to be a pig, and that they were going to...
Oh, no.
She ran into the pen, where Jen was now able to curl into a ball and cover herself, and threw herself over her daughter.
"Jen, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She said, trying to pick her up. Slowly, Jennifer rose, shaking with emotion. "Let's get you inside, and get some clothes on you..."
Brenda began to lead her daughter back toward the house, while her husband watched, amazed. Did he realize what had happened, too?
"Mama." Jen said, planting her feet halfway to the door. "You were going to let them kill me."
Brenda turned and hugged her daughter, tight, the truth hurting to hear. "I'm sorry!" She said, the barb far more true than she wished it were.
"I'm here, I'm naked, and you put me in the mud and fed me and fed me and..." She tried to tear herself loose, but Brenda refused to let go.
Jen looked her in the eye, so angry, her pain demanding release. "You get both, I said. For your transformation, I need new clothes. You're it."
"What?!" Brenda said, and now she did try to pull away, only to find she couldn't. Her arms were locked in a tight embrace--she couldn't release her daughter if she tried. And as much as her daughter was no longer an obese hog, it was all she could do to reach around Jen's body.
Her thumbs melted away, and she felt her dwindling fingers arch and fuse and bend and finally hook together in strange ways before they went numb entirely. She struggled and pulled--her daughter looked at her with red, furious, tearful eyes as she did--and for a moment, she pulled free, painlessly, stumbling back a foot or two, just enough to see her shrivelled arms and breasts lose any semblance of human skin texture or tone, becoming a satiny light pink bra.
Seconds later she was pulled back, unable to stop herself from making a pelvic thrust at Jen which once more she couldn't draw away from. An uncomfortable sucking sensation pulled at her vagina, and she knew without looking that her womanhood was melting and shifting and wrapping around Jennifer's hips to form new panties.
Her legs wrapped around her daughter's--Jennifer barely seemed to notice the weight, and had not blinked or broken eye contact since this horrible change had begun--and spun and twirled and intertwined to form a cute skirt.
"Jennifer." Brenda said, barely able to breathe. "Jennifer." She didn't know what she wanted to say.
Her torso began to tingle, and Brenda began to ponder her last words as she began to twist and arch back over her daughter against her own will. She opened her mouth...and found herself without a voice, without words as her lungs frayed into fine pink silk, and seconds later her brains followed. Her mouth yawned open, formed the neckline of a long-sleeved sweater that gave a little warmth on an unseasonably chill night, and swallowed and parted around her daughter's head.
It had taken less than five seconds. And now there were only two people in the back yard. Carl and Jen eyed each other, neither one willing to reveal how terrified they were to make the next move.