Petula began to think about whether she should be offended or happy that her ass remained her most admired body part even as a sow. She decided she was alright with it. A sow should have a little junk in the trunk, and it appeared that she had junk to spare. At the same time, the boar’s infatuation with her enlarged rear with had to be put on hold for a moment. She farted again to get the boar’s attention.
<What?> grunted the boar as he pulled his snout from Petula’s butt.
<Before we go further I have some questions for you.> grunted Petula.
The boar seemed to sigh, <Ask.>
<Why were you so confortable with me turning into a pig? I can’t imagine girls go turning into pigs that often around here.> inquired Petula.
<Me never see it before, but pigs have many stories of hu-mans turn into pigs. Are there no stories like this for you?> grunted the boar.
<There are…> grunted Petula <I guess I just never believed them.>
<That dumb. Bee-sides, who not want to be pig?> squealed the boar.
<Well…> Petula began. She didn’t know how to answer the question. Being a pig certainly seemed to make for a more interesting day. The boar took the opportunity to tear Petula’s polo shirt and bra from her body.
<Sexy sow should be naked.> remarked the boar. Petula definitely agreed with him there, clothes did seem pretty useless now.
<Bee-sides, you look more sexy as pig. Fatter butt. Good snout. Pretty voice.> grunted the pig with admiration. God help her, Petula was beginning to agree with him. She liked being this fat. Every jiggle on her body was no longer a sign that she needed to work out. She could eat, poop, or fuck as much as she wanted with no consequences.
<Thank you,> grunted Petula,<Do you have name?>
<I Gore,> snorted the pig, <What your name?>
<I Petula,> replied the sow.
<Pet-oo-la?> struggled Gore, <Is too long. You need pig name. I call you Purt now>
<Is Greek.> replied Petula. She didn’t realize it, but she was adopting Gore’s simplified form of speaking.
<Grr-Eeek? I know the Grr-Eeek! The lady Sir-Sea turn your people to pigs many summer ago!> Petula might have done well to pay attention to her boar’s story. Though her transformer was a chubby American high school student, the source of Jimmy’s newfound powers was the fact that he descended from the goddess Circe herself.
<I no care,> grunted Petula. She only had one thing on her mind now. <Purt need mate.>
<Fine-alley!> squealed Gore. He raced to Petula’s behind and began to insert himself. Petula oinked with pleasure as Gore began pumping away into her butt. Her enlarged behind made the mating more pleasurable for them both. Every thrust sent ripples cascading across the fat on her body. As Gore came inside her, Petula felt the strongest orgasm in her entire life. Gore collapsed on top of her, and the pair of pigs drifted into contented sleep.
Petula no longer thought of herself as human, she was all pig now, and she felt sexier for it.