Petula gasped. Had that pig just talked to her? How was that even possible? Was it wrong that she took the pig's words as a compliment?
"D-did you j-just talk to me?" Petula stammered.
The pig replied in his grunting language: <No understand hu-man talk. You smell like pig, you can talk like pig.>
Petula again understood his words and tried to reply: "What do you meeEEEEeeAAAn?" Petula had suddenly let out an inhuman squeal. She covered her mouth with her hands and jumped back from the fence. Her tongue was suddenly fatter within her mouth and her teeth were enlarging into tusks to fit her new diet. For the first time since her body began experiencing all of these new urges, she was scared.
Petula attempted to call Jimmy over to help, but she seemed unable to produce anything other than oinks, grunts, and squeals.
Petula again approached the fence to attempt to talk to the pig in the grunting language. She was surprised to find that she could. <What’s happening to me?> she inquired. Longer words took more effort to reproduce in the pig language.
The boar seemed to light up in recognition: <Me no know, but girl smell and talk like pig, you prob’ly look like pig soon.>
Petula gasped again. She felt a wave of both revulsion and excitement come over her. Why were the pig’s words so intriguing? She shouldn’t want to smell and talk like a pig. To look like one would be even worse, right? Yet the boar’s prediction of her impending pighood was still undeniably exciting.