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(woman to pig transformation)

The beautiful blonde raged and struggled against her bonds, but fruitlessly. Becoming aware of his presence, she demanded answers. He could only smile. Her indignation sounded so much better with a hint of a squeal mixed in.

She was a typical pretty party girl. Her drink was not difficult to spike. In fact, the hardest part was getting her out of the car and into the barn completely unconscious, her limp body uncooperative. She was surprisingly heavy. Although she’d be getting a lot heavier. “What is the meaning of this? Why did you do this to me?” she demanded, but it was nothing personal. He’d been rejected by girls like her a lot when he was younger, and learned how he could get even. Make them less than human. Then… he became turned on by the transformation itself. It’s what he really enjoyed. Sure, she’s beautiful. But would he really want her in his life? Want to put up with her stuck up, entitled attitude?

And then the glorious moment came; her awareness of what was really happening. Perhaps it was her changed voice; or perhaps she recognized the feeling of a new feature like her squiggly tail whipping above her delectable ass. Regardless, she realized that she was physically transforming into an animal. And that the animal she would soon become was just a lowly pig. A pig like the others she could hear quietly grunting in the darkness.

Yes, this is what he most enjoyed. Transforming a pretty girl into a bloated breeding sow and consigning her to life with the other pigs. About a quarter of the sows in the sty were just like her; haughty invincible-feeling girls at the wrong place or the wrong time who now bred piglets for a living. She would too. Or if not she’d be turned into sausage herself; and he didn’t much care which she chose. But a lot of those former women seemed to like being speared by boar cocks, so maybe she’d come to like being a mother pig in the smelly sty, too.

He watches as her snout stretches, and her dulcet voice is completely lost to squealing. He watches her hooves harden, finally becoming small enough to slip out of her restraints. He watches her many new teats form. He watches her undergarments tear as she fattens, developing the barrel shape of her slow-moving new species. He watches her ears flop and her tail curl and her limbs shrink. He watches her throat swell and her ass widen, revealing a monstrously different vulva and anus, shamelessly presented for his perusal. He watches her healthy round breasts shift into two more teats between her forelegs. He watches her hair fall out and her eyes darken. And he watches as the pig squeals mournfully, aware that her old life is over and her new life has begun. Her life as a pig, and nothing more. Then he hauls her into the pen with a virile male, and watches her snort and squeal under him, her indignant grunts changing to a more primitive and instinctual sound. And after her first powerful orgasm he leaves her there, to adjust to her new home and new reality. What she is and what she has done.

Maybe the other fat sows comfort her in the darkness, rubbing against her fat flanks and letting her know that it’s all right, being a pig. Maybe she cries herself to sleep, and promises herself she’ll never let a boar have his way with her again. Maybe she trots right over to the trough and gorges herself before shamelessly taking a big dump on the floor. He doesn’t really care how she handles it, all things considered. He saw her at her moment of transcendence, and that was enough. It was what her whole life had led up to, the meaning of her life, really, and he had experienced it. What more could he want? The soft sound of pigs grunting echoes through the barn as he goes to sleep, satisfied, another fruitful sow in the sty.

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Description
(woman to pig transformation)

The beautiful blonde raged and struggled against her bonds, but fruitlessly. Becoming aware of his presence, she demanded answers. He could only smile. Her indignation sounded so much better with a hint of a squeal mixed in.

She was a typical pretty party girl. Her drink was not difficult to spike. In fact, the hardest part was getting her out of the car and into the barn completely unconscious, her limp body uncooperative. She was surprisingly heavy. Although she’d be getting a lot heavier. “What is the meaning of this? Why did you do this to me?” she demanded, but it was nothing personal. He’d been rejected by girls like her a lot when he was younger, and learned how he could get even. Make them less than human. Then… he became turned on by the transformation itself. It’s what he really enjoyed. Sure, she’s beautiful. But would he really want her in his life? Want to put up with her stuck up, entitled attitude?

And then the glorious moment came; her awareness of what was really happening. Perhaps it was her changed voice; or perhaps she recognized the feeling of a new feature like her squiggly tail whipping above her delectable ass. Regardless, she realized that she was physically transforming into an animal. And that the animal she would soon become was just a lowly pig. A pig like the others she could hear quietly grunting in the darkness.

Yes, this is what he most enjoyed. Transforming a pretty girl into a bloated breeding sow and consigning her to life with the other pigs. About a quarter of the sows in the sty were just like her; haughty invincible-feeling girls at the wrong place or the wrong time who now bred piglets for a living. She would too. Or if not she’d be turned into sausage herself; and he didn’t much care which she chose. But a lot of those former women seemed to like being speared by boar cocks, so maybe she’d come to like being a mother pig in the smelly sty, too.

He watches as her snout stretches, and her dulcet voice is completely lost to squealing. He watches her hooves harden, finally becoming small enough to slip out of her restraints. He watches her many new teats form. He watches her undergarments tear as she fattens, developing the barrel shape of her slow-moving new species. He watches her ears flop and her tail curl and her limbs shrink. He watches her throat swell and her ass widen, revealing a monstrously different vulva and anus, shamelessly presented for his perusal. He watches her healthy round breasts shift into two more teats between her forelegs. He watches her hair fall out and her eyes darken. And he watches as the pig squeals mournfully, aware that her old life is over and her new life has begun. Her life as a pig, and nothing more. Then he hauls her into the pen with a virile male, and watches her snort and squeal under him, her indignant grunts changing to a more primitive and instinctual sound. And after her first powerful orgasm he leaves her there, to adjust to her new home and new reality. What she is and what she has done.

Maybe the other fat sows comfort her in the darkness, rubbing against her fat flanks and letting her know that it’s all right, being a pig. Maybe she cries herself to sleep, and promises herself she’ll never let a boar have his way with her again. Maybe she trots right over to the trough and gorges herself before shamelessly taking a big dump on the floor. He doesn’t really care how she handles it, all things considered. He saw her at her moment of transcendence, and that was enough. It was what her whole life had led up to, the meaning of her life, really, and he had experienced it. What more could he want? The soft sound of pigs grunting echoes through the barn as he goes to sleep, satisfied, another fruitful sow in the sty.

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