After much deliberation we relent and agree to go along with Hazel's plan and she begins to cast a spell. Maedel is the first to feel its effects. Her tan skin begins to change into a reddish brown and her ears expand and droop down slightly.
"Oh man," she looks at her arms nervously, “quit staring guys… and I was doing so well not having to experience any animal transformation.” She sighed as her arms to the reddish color and grew fur.
“You do know what website your on, right?” Connie said, smugly.
“Shhuuuut it,” Maedel half squeals, quickly covering her mouth then begins feeling around her nose with her fingers as it grows in width and length. As she feels around her growing snout and teeth that poke above transforming lips I notice her fingers shrinking and her lower arms change a paler color.
“Uh Maedel. Not to be a perve or anything but you should probably take your clothes off,” I say, awkwardly. Her reply is an unintelligible squeal but she looks really concerned and her arms become too stubby and hands too hoof like to do it herself so I lift her tunic off myself. As I do I feel an odd sensation above my bottom, a strange springing as a curly tails pops out of me. “Eeep.”
Maedels chest is the same paler red her belly button disappears as it disappears, replaced by pairs of nipples either side. Her bountiful bosom deflates to join the little teats and she falls forward. Her legs now short enough for her to stand on all-fours, her body shrinking along with her bust. She lets out a pitiful squeal, displeased with her new body and the tail corkscrewing out of her behind and another squeal when I pulled her panties down. She wouldn’t be needing those for a while. She was now fully a dark red Duroc sow, quite a bit smaller and leaner than Connies chubby Chester White pig.
Andrews changes had started too. He was petting Maedel to console her when his hand quickly began to morph and he had the sense to get out of his clothes and clothes and I begun removing mine too.
“Eww. I can’t believe I’m stripping in front of my brother.” I said, even though he had turned to face away from me. It didn’t help as I saw his own tail flip out from his nude buttocks reminding me of my own new tail which I curiously tested out by looking behind and twitching. I wouldn’t get another chance to look, after all and it might help me guess what breed I was changing into, not that it mattered.
I couldn’t see but I heard Andrew snorting and sniffing which meant he now had a pig snout. What I could see was his now piggish butt and ballooning balls. “Gross.” I said, aloud.
“It doesn’t look that ba-oh.” Connie stopped herself and felt the need to explain, “Uh… I’ve been a pig a while now… Its kind of messing with my head.”
Andrew continued to change, blackening all over aside from his lower legs which were white and reminded me of socks which made me giggle which ended with a snort. He turned around revealing he was now a black Berkshire breed boar.
“Oh do I have to be a *snort*” I tried to speak quickly collecting our discarded clothes and hiding them beneath the hay before I fell forwards becoming trapped on four legs.
Hazel opened a hatch in the crate poured water into a large trough. She watched me with a smile and I realized shed been watching the entire time. I squeal wanting her to stop but she grins and bites her lip.
I hesitated but curiosity got the better of me and I trotted over to the trough and peered at my reflection seeing the last of my changes as my nose upturned and grew out into a snout. I felt a pang of sadness as I realized my good looks were gone and my entire body had been replaced with a simple but kind of cute pig. The thought popped into my head that I might enjoy a simple life as a pig, getting messy and lazing about which I could never do as a Princess. I quickly brushed it away.
When my changes were over I could see I was fully transformed into an American Yorkshire pig. Not that I’m certain America and Yorkshire exist in this world. The writers can’t seem to agree if this is fantasy land or the middle ages.
“Haha! Welcome to your new lives as pigs fools!” Hazel mocks us with a wicked grin on her face! We begin to squeal and awkwardly clamber about the box, shaking it slightly but with so little room we can’t do anything to escape! “Prepare to spend the rest of your days as breeding hogs and sows!”
We squeal more and Connie, the only pig that can still talk asks “How could you, Hazel?”
“What?” Hazel looks shocked, “I was just doing my Morgana impression. Was the voice off?”
I snort at her in annoyance and Connie manages to express my opinion for me. “It was kind of too good and really inappropriate.”
“Well, I enjoyed it,” Hazel turns away in a huff. She’d sort of enjoyed and was fascinated with watching herself turn into a pig and was tempted to ask me about it later. The Quartermasters inspection soon came and I felt nervous about being seen as a pig or even more if he somehow recognized me. Peering through the air/feed hole in the box the Quartermaster took one look before calling us a bunch of stinkers and waving the sailors to lift us aboard. Within hours we were on our way.