Petula sounded the end of her gorging with a simultaneous burp and fart. She felt a pang of embarrassment. <I’m sorry> she grunted.
<Why sorry?> replied the genuinely confused boar.
Petula searched her brain: <I don’t know…>
<You better now?> inquired the boar.
<Yes! Much better! Thank you for the food!> she excitedly replied.
<No thank. I do part to help turn you into sexy sow.> grunted the boar, Petula eyed his enlarged cock with some trepidation.
Sow? Petula was shocked at this choice of words. But as she turned to examine her body, she realized it was an accurate assessment of her condition. She hadn’t even realized how her vision had changed until it was pointed out to her.
<OMIGOD! I’M A PIG!> Petula exclaimed through her grunts.
<Yes,> began the boar as he trotted around Petula, <a pig with large and fat ass!> He tore off her pants and underwear with his teeth and stuck his snout in between her butt cheeks.
Petula let out a surprised oink. That was certainly forward. Though she also imagined that this particular boar had restrained himself remarkably well. She could tell from his scent that he only had one thing on his mind. She was quickly coming around to the idea as well.