Geoff woke up to the feeling of someone poking him hard in the ribs. He squealed and jumped up...
What the hell?!
He could see the shadow of a snout in his vision and knew he was resting on all fours. From the sound of his voice, which was coming out now in panicked squeals, he was a pig!
"I see you didn;t finish your days work, boy," said the innkeeper gruffly, though there was a tiny bit of sadness there. "Sorry about this, but I can't fix it. I'll stick you with the other sows. I promise I'll let you live a nice, long life before I have you slaughtered."
Geoff squealed in panic, but was herded expertly to the stye outside and left to wallow in the mud. Geoff felt her heart race like crazy, but found that acting on her panic just didn't happen. Her body smelled food and other pigs and went with the flow.
He expected his mind to start to fade, but was shocked to discover after days that it never seemed to fade away, though she couldn't act much on her human thoughts. She tried to avoid eating one day, but her body betrayed her. She wanted to escape the pen and take her chances in the wild, but couldn't will her body to do anything that a pig wouldn't do.
She tried to fight the urge when the boar came around, but instead stood still when he climbed on her back and penetrated her.
She lost track of time. Months passed as she grew fatter, both from her piglets and the slop she ate. She felt her teats fill with milk. It wasn't long before she gave birth in a corner of the stye, grunting contentedly as her eight piglets suckled her milk.
Not for the first time, she wondered when her year of torture was going to end. Surely it had to be close now!