#forcedtransformation

Now, Now My Dear. Settle Down… SETTLE Down.

You came to me for surgery to cure your obesity. The problem was, you weighed 850 pounds, so I did advise you any treatment I gave you would have to be drastic. And you said, and I quote, “I don’t care what you do. I can’t live like this anymore!” And you signed a document to that effect. And I did promise that after I was done with you, you wouldn’t recognize yourself!

Did I lie?

If I tried to suck or cut away all that fat, it would probably kill you. My treatment for such cases is to realign your body to ambulate on four legs. That way, there’s no more pressure on your lower back or your feet, your heart doesn’t have to work as hard, you will have no more balance problems… and… oh, shucks… who am I kidding? I just love any excuse to turn women into pigs!

I’m sorry I had to put you in this restraint, but you were running around crashing into walls and attacking my poor farmhands. Took five tranquilizer darts to take you down. You’re a feisty girl! All that energy will stand you in good stead when you finally embrace your new form. Oh… that’s the reason for the mirror, my dear. To get you used to what you are now.

Another reason you’re so full of piss and vinegar is that you’re in heat! You think your new face is a trip, you should see what’s going on at your other end! Talk about bubble and squeak!

Piggification Stage 1: Shock and Denial

The first indication Brenda had that she had maybe partied too hard last night was when she opened her eyes and found herself staring right into a pig's asshole.

Oh crap! She thought. What the hell did I do last night?

And then it came back in a flash.

She had gone out bar hopping with her roommates. Around 1 am or so Sondra and Debbie had pooped out and were ready to call it a night, but Brenda wanted to keep going.

"See you tomorrow," Sondra had said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The reason Brenda needed to keep going was that her share of the rent was due in two days, and she had no money to pay it. The roomies had let her slide the last couple of months, but they made it clear she had to cough it up soon. OK. She had a plan.

She knew of a bar close by where the clientele were always looking for women who were… let's say… up for new experiences. And were willing to pay them.

Brenda hated to resort to such tactics, but she was up against the wall, and being… well… a bit chunky and plain, she knew she had little chance to land a rich fella.

The joint had been jumping that night, and Brenda immediately saw her mark.

A very distinguished, bearded man in late middle age; she could tell he had money and education as soon as she saw him. What the hell was he doing here? Either one of three things.

1. He was newly widowed. 2. He was newly divorced. 3. He was into stuff that the wife wouldn't do on a bet.

As she was pondering the possibilities, and wondering how she might introduce herself, he spotted her. And their eyes locked.

"Come over here, my dear! Let me buy you a drink." he said.

"Sure thing!" This was going to be easier than she hoped.

"I feel like celebrating. How about some champagne?"

"S..sure! Sounds good to me!"

"Barkeep, a Magnum of Cristal, if you please!"

"Excellent choice, Sir! Right away!"

Brenda was too shocked by how well this was going already to catch a quick look from the bartender toward her new friend.

"Let me introduce myself, my dear. My name is Moreau. Doctor Moreau."

"Why, HELLO, Doctor! I'm Brenda!" Brenda offered her hand. He KISSED it! WOW! She had a LIVE one! If she played her cards right, this guy might not only pay her rent, he might pay off her student loans!

"What brings you to a place like THIS, Doctor?" she had to know.

"Well, my dear, it's simple. I have a penchant for dating… ahem… LARGER ladies, you might say. And that isn't really done in my social circles. It's RIDICULOUS, but that's how things are. I'm sorry if I offended you. You look LOVELY to me."

"Oh… I know how that goes," said Brenda. And she did. This wouldn't be the first chubby chaser she had hooked up with. But he looked like the RICHEST.

"Please! Have some champagne! I have a feeling this will be a magic night for us!"

Oh, HELL Brenda thought. If he's buying…

The rest of the night was sort of a blur. From the way her head was throbbing, she had been roofied at some point in the evening. She knew enough to keep an eye on her drink, but looking back, that bartender had been a bit dodgy. Drugging her didn't seem to make any sense, though. She had sent out every signal that she was ready to put out that night.

WOW! That stuff must have been POWERFUL! Her whole BODY felt funny… like she couldn't move it right…

"Good MORNING, my dear! I see you're AWAKE! SPLENDID! We have much to DISCUSS!"

Brenda tried to answer him, but couldn't seem to find her voice. What the hell did they DOPE her with, anyway?"

"Oh, don't try to talk YET, Dear. Everything will be clear to you shortly!

"Firstly, you may wonder why you are lying in a PIGSTY. Did we maybe get up to some kinky role-play last night? The answer is no. We didn't 'do the nasty,' as you youngsters say. I did, however, take the liberty of doing some… er… reconstructive SURGERY on you… to render you more appealing to a man of my… discerning tastes."

What the F__K!? What kind of psycho did I hook up with? thought Brenda, with a rapidly increasing sense of dread.

"The reason you are in a pigsty is simple, my dear Brenda. You are now a PIG."

Okay, this is too weird, thought Brenda. This guy is DEFINITELY not playing with a full deck. I've got to LEAVE. NOW.

Wait. Why can't I stand up?

"Why can't you stand up? you might be thinking. But, my sweet, pretty sow, you ARE standing up! On four lovely, sturdy legs! Just THINK! No more backaches! No more chances of tripping and falling down! You will live a life of luxury in my barn for the rest of your life!"

No. This is not happening. I'm having a nightmare… a hallucination… this guy's hypnotized me… there has to be a logical explanation.

"I see you still don't believe me! I don't blame you. They never do. It's a lot to process. Well, I guess you have to see for yourself. Here's a mirror. Have a look at yourself.

Brenda was puzzled. There was nothing reflected in that mirror but PIGS. One in particular was looking right AT her. Funny. It had a snout… pointy pig ears… but… it had human hair. Like hers. And human EYES. That looked like hers. That… blinked when she blinked. The pig's mouth opened stupidly…

"That is YOU, my dear. In all your glory! From this day on, that is YOU!"

No. NO. NO! It's a trick mirror! That can't be ME! It's not POSSIBLE!

"Oh, it's not the MIRROR," said Moreau, knowing her thoughts. "Take a look at your new little TROTTERS! You'll be scampering along on them through the straw and the mud in NO time!"

And Brenda looked down her snout (her SNOUT?) to see two stubby little legs where her arms should have been. With trotters on the end. Scrabbling in the dirt and straw.

At this point Moreau had maneuvered her so she was standing in front of another mirror, which she could see reflected in the first mirror.

She had two more stubby legs in back. And a big, round pig's ass. With a curly little tail.

"Your TAIL is the CUTEST, don't you think? I must say I've outdone myself with you, Brenda! Oh, well have WONDERFUL times together, you and me! You'll see! You'll come to LOVE it!"

NO! I've got to get HELP! Brenda thought. I've… I've got to… to SCREAM! NOW!

"WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!"

And then Brenda knew. It was real. It was happening. She had just squealed like a.. pig. She WAS... a… pig.

Look at That Mama, She Got It Sticking in The Camera!

Man, we could have some fun!

Chris couldn't keep that old Dire Straits song out of his head as he gazed at that sow's arse on his monitor with helpless fascination. His wife, Tia, having caught hm redhanded messaging other women online, has slipped him a potion which gave him a boar's schlong.

She has warned him that the more he yanks it, the more he will assume the form of a pig. Now that, for my money, is really unfair. Give a guy a brand new toy and tell him not to play with it? Now that's plain mean!

So here is Chris after a few days. Let's say his tastes in online porn have taken... a new direction. And his form has also begun to conform to that of his gonads.

Cindy Is Mesmerized by Her Transformation

This wasn't the first time she woke up in a field with no memories of the night before. But it was the first time she woke up in a pig's body.

Think, Cindy, THINK! What HAPPENED last night? Oh yeah. She'd been in that dive bar, pounding them down pretty hard. No one there but the usual gang of losers. Then, out of nowhere, some very elegan, well-dressed older guy comes over, offers to buy her a drink, and tells her she's be a PERFECT subject for an experiment he was conducting,

Well, she'd heard her share of lines in her time, but THIS one took the cake. He seemed harmless enough, though... sort of diffident and shy, and definitely a gentleman. It was a slow night, and she heard him out. He said, Madame (Get that? Madame! HA!) I can tell that you were once a great beauty, but that years of hard living have taken their toll. Your face has become lined, your skin is grey and flaccid, and, unless I miss my guess, your LIVER isn't what it should be, either. I'm a DOCTOR. I can tell.

A DOCTOR! If Mom could only see me now, thought Cindy. Let's hear what Doctor has to say. Well, he said, I have WONDERFUL news for you! I have perfected a way to give you a brand new, healthy body! You'll be the PICTURE of health, youth and energy! Your own MOTHER won't recognize you! What do you SAY, my Dear?

Even drunk as she was, Cindy knew she shouldn't just go off with a total stranger. But somehow, she had lost the will to resist this "doctor's" suggestions. Before she knew it, she had gotten her coat, left the bar, and gotten into his car. As they drove into the night, the Doctor kept up his pitch, saying night would be the start of a whole new life for her, that she would love it, and if she wasn't satisfied she had only to say the word and he would reverse the process. Before long, his voice (and the drinks) soothed her to sleep.

The only other memories were vague ones of an operating room and an injection of anaesthetic. Then blackness. And, just moments ago, waking up in this meadow. In front of this mirror. Looking like THIS! No... no... NO-O-O-O-O-O! This can't BE! I... I have to scream... for HELP!

WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

"I see you've woken UP, my Dear," crowed the Doctor. "Splendid!

"As you can SEE, I'm as good as my WORD. You are now the lucky owner of the youngest, healthiest SOW body I could GIVE you! No CIRRHOSIS, no GIN BLOSSOMS, no WRINKLES! You'll spend every day in healthy outdoor exercise! You'll dine on the FINEST swill, fresh from the kitchen! And when I think you're ready, I'll mate you with my prize boar, and you'll spawn the healthiest litter of piglets that ever drew breath!

"But, as I said, I'm a man of my WORD! If you have any objections to what I've done, just SAY so, and I'll reverse the surgery. What say you, my Dear?"

Oink! Oink! Grunt! Snort! WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

EWWW! I BEG Your Pardon!?

Selena is finding out that waddling around at this level with (OTHER!) pigs, she will, as often as not, find another pig's butt sticking right in her face. Disgusting!!! Right, Selena?

But this will be everyday life for you from now on. Pigs are not at all repelled by the sight, smell (or taste) of each others' arses. On the contrary, they learn valuable information from them. As they will with you. It's just another mode of conversation in the pig world, and the source of a wealth of vital information. And, admit it, you are beginning to learrn about your new "roommates" this way, yourself. Like what they had for dinner yesterday, what phase of estrus they are in, what they think of YOU... all SORTS of things.

Nice TRY, Susie!

Kudos on being able to write on that scrap of paper with a stick held in your snout. And we won't go into what you must have had to write the note WITH (though the color is a giveaway).