Agonizing Metamorphosis

(woman to pig transformation)

The first transformation is always the hardest.  At first, Maggie just felt ill, the squirming sensations in her belly easily attributable to indigestion.  But, of course, that isn’t where it stopped.  She started to feel bloated, her once rail-thin stomach straining against the waistband of her jeans in a small muffin-top.  And then her tusks grew in.

Now well and truly panicked, Maggie fled the party, rushing outside and away from people.  And just in time, too – in fits and starts, her lovely, elegant nose expanded and grew, stretching her face into the beginnings of a snout.  She screamed, in the thrall of the painful transformation, her voice now carrying more than a hint of a squeal.  She staggered as far away into the wilderness as she could, but she was slowing, and her feet felt like they were being hit with a hammer.  No wonder, if what was happening to them was similar to her hands – as Maggie watched through tear-filled eyes, they shifted and stiffened, nails growing dark and hoof-like over the tips of wildly reshaping fingers.  In agony, she fell down, rolling across the dirty ground, rocks and branches scraping and cutting her delicate skin and tearing her clothes.

She was surprised that she could smell her own blood, as her sense of smell sharpened, but soon she could taste it too as she accidently bit her lip with her new tusk.  Her head felt like it was being pulled from behind, but Maggie quickly realized it was her ears that were stretching, becoming long and floppy.  Not that her ears were the only thing to stretch – a painful tugging sensation over her well-rounded bottom drew her attention to her behind, and in revulsion she recognized the growing, corkscrew tail that was twisting out over her pants.  After all, she was no stranger to livestock in her rural community.  It was a pig’s tail – she was becoming a pig.

Maggie struggled to her knees, screaming in panic and pain, as the depths of the body horror sunk in for her.  She – a beautiful, desirable, kind-hearted girl – was becoming a bloated, repulsive hog.  A fat beast that wallowed in its own excrement.  A disgusting animal that would be concerned only with gorging herself on pigswill and finding a boar to mate her.  And no one would know that she had once been a woman.

Bleeding, her clothing strained and torn, Maggie helplessly watched her metamorphosis continue.  Her large breasts heaved under her shirt, her unseen nipples growing darker and coarser.  But under them, smaller breasts were beginning to grow – after all, sows needed many teats to support their large litters.  She grunted in disgust at the thought, of herself as a mother to swine.  She leaned against an old, rotting wall, desperate to find help but knowing there was none for her.

But as her snout grew and changed, her senses developed into an intense pig-like acuity.  She could smell the old barn she was next to, and recognized the stale, years-old smell of swine.  She had inadvertently found her way to a disused hog barn – a fitting place for her to become a sow.

Finally, Maggie dropped to her hands and knees as her long limbs shrank, and desperately she pawed at the fly of her jeans as she continued to fatten.  Maggie’s larger head tilted up, the muscles and sinews of her neck bulking to bring it in line with her plump body.  Her already distressed clothing finally tore off as she swelled, spilling her bizarre mix of pig and girl flesh into the cool night air.  But the balance of the two was beginning to tip, and her flawless skin roughened into thick, bristly hide.  Her human voice was almost gone as she feebly protested her new station in life, and felt her intimate developments begin.  Her pretty pussy coarsened into a primitive animal’s vagina, and her sexy bottom flattened, becoming a pig’s rump.  As the cheeks parted, her privates and anus were exposed to the world, her tail flashing about over then like a signal to any interested boars.  From the painful knotting of her insides, Maggie could tell that her whole reproductive system was shifting – even if she wanted to, no human baby could come from her loins now.  She was fit only to breed piglets.  Finally, her once-beautiful hind legs shortened enough to bring her off her knees, standing in her new, quadrupedal posture.

The squat, pig-like woman squealed plaintively as her human birthright was cruelly, painfully, revoked.  Her face continued to change, her nose and mouth stretched out into the full length of a pig’s wrinkled, ridged snout.  To either side her eyes dimmed, growing dark and piggy, less useful now than her sense of smell.  And her gorgeous blonde hair began to retract, finally leaving her bald, wedge-shaped head completely exposed as it finished its transformation.  

Under her, she continued to fatten, her bulk establishing itself as a thick barrel shape between four legs that settled uncomfortably into their altered sockets.  Her nascent teats had all grown in, giving her twelve pig teats behind her big, beautiful boobs, but even those feminine treasures deserted her.  Her once-spectacular breasts tightened and shrank relentlessly, finally changing completely into two more pig dugs.  There was nothing at all to distinguish them as ever having been anything exceptional.  

A bit more squirming and twitching ran across and through her wildly reshaped body, but finally, it was done.  Where beautiful Maggie had once been, now stood only a fat pig.  The beast was glad that her painful transformation was over, but horrified at the prospects of her new life.  Life as a disgusting, fat sow.  She milled about a little, getting used to the strange feeling of her new body.  It was to be a rough and demoralizing night for her, with all of her questions still unanswered.  The pig raised her head and squealed long and loud at the full moon above her.

The sow didn’t know it at the time, but as it turned out, that big full moon was her new master in life.  She hadn’t become a pig forever; but was merely cursed to undergo her painful and humiliating transformation every time its light touches the earth.  And now, of course, Maggie is used to the painful metamorphosis, and is ready for it each month.  But that doesn’t mean she’s any happier about always spending the night of the full moon as a cumbersome, fat sow.

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