A more pressing matter soon stuck Petula, a more powerful hunger than she had ever experienced in her life. She doubled over. <S-so … h-hungry.> grunted Petula.
The boar obviously saw an opportunity here, and beckoned Petula into the cage: <There food down here. Climb down.>
Petula accepted the pig’s simple logic. She threw down her backpack and looked around, she couldn’t see Jimmy anymore and figured that she was free to climb the fence. Petula kicked off her shoes and began to climb the fence. It proved harder than she had initially thought: her feet and hands felt incredibly stiff. If she had been paying more attention she might have seen that her finger and toenails had turned black.
As Petula swung her leg over the top of the fence, the seam of her khakis ripped right along the crack of her butt. She lamented their destruction for a second, they had always made her butt look exceptionally sexy. Then again, she thought, why do I need pants? A sow needs a big butt and those pants were too small for Petula’s new one. The shift from human to pig was happening much quicker now.
Petula climbed into the pigpen and landed on her ass with a considerable thud. Mud splashed everywhere. It instantly cooled Petula down; she had been incredibly hot since her sweat glands had disappeared earlier, she ignored the boar for the time and made a beeline for the trough. Petula gorged herself on the slop therein. She couldn’t identify the whole of the mixture, but damn if it wasn’t delicious.
As she ate, Petula began to transform further. She began to pack on pounds everywhere. Her torso expanded greatly, stretching her polo shirt and bra to their limits. Her belly expanded out into the barrow shape typical of a pig. Petula’s upper arms and thighs fattened while her lower arms and legs contracted. Her hands and feet complete their metamorphosis into hoofs. Even as Petula’s considerable ass continued to expand as her vagina moved backward, and a small corkscrew tail emerged above her ass. Petula’s skin thickened into a ripe pink sow’s hide.
The changes finished around Petula’s face. Her mouth pushed out into a snout as she lapped up the slop with her new fat tongue. Her distinctive dimples disappeared as her head continued to expand. Her ears enlarged and flopped down. By the time she had finished eating, Petula was a full-fledged sow. The only distinctive markers that she had ever been anything other than a pig were her long black hair and some very tight and shredded clothing.