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(woman to pig transformation)

Hi, I’m Caitlin. So, like many people these days, I’m turning into a pig. An ordinary fat sow. And I don’t want to be indistinguishable from the rest of the swine. I want people to remember that I was a woman; that I was intelligent and attractive and interesting just like them. But I’ll look just like other pigs. And live in a huge barn, with so many others, both transformed and normal hogs… I’m afraid I’ll be forgotten; treated like the rest of the herd. So I want to do something to make myself stand out. To make it obvious, yes, this was a woman. That she had a full life that she cherished. That you would have liked to know her. That she’s still in there, in that flat head and behind those beady eyes. And she’d still like that recognition of what she was, thank you very much.

I’ve always fantasized about having really big boobs, but never had the courage to go through with it. But now? Now I’m looking at not having boobs at all. Just a row of teats, to nurse piglets. So ‘now’ seems like the perfect time. The time to stake my claim on my humanity. What little can be preserved of a human, feminine appearance. Breast implants will give me an undeniably human feature even when my body is one hundred percent pork. And the bigger my boobs, the better. Hopefully they’ll make people take notice and reminisce wistfully about me as a beautiful and vivacious woman, and not as a dirty, smelly hog.

But I’ll cherish them for myself, too. Being a pig, living with swine… it’ll be so easy to forget myself. Accept my lowered station in life as all I ever really was. Feeling a couple of big, round boobs dangling from my body, swaying weightily, rubbing against my forelegs with every step, squishing under me when I lay down on the hay – it will make every single little movement I make a reminder that I’m still me. Somewhere in here. That I’m not just any other pig. That I’m still Caitlin. And I think that feeling will come to be the most valuable thing in the world.

Hell, I think I might even get a tattoo, as well. Maybe my name over my butt in really flowery script. Yeah, that’d be perfect. I may be destined to be a pig, but I’ll be one in my own way, that’s for damn sure.

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Description
(woman to pig transformation)

Hi, I’m Caitlin. So, like many people these days, I’m turning into a pig. An ordinary fat sow. And I don’t want to be indistinguishable from the rest of the swine. I want people to remember that I was a woman; that I was intelligent and attractive and interesting just like them. But I’ll look just like other pigs. And live in a huge barn, with so many others, both transformed and normal hogs… I’m afraid I’ll be forgotten; treated like the rest of the herd. So I want to do something to make myself stand out. To make it obvious, yes, this was a woman. That she had a full life that she cherished. That you would have liked to know her. That she’s still in there, in that flat head and behind those beady eyes. And she’d still like that recognition of what she was, thank you very much.

I’ve always fantasized about having really big boobs, but never had the courage to go through with it. But now? Now I’m looking at not having boobs at all. Just a row of teats, to nurse piglets. So ‘now’ seems like the perfect time. The time to stake my claim on my humanity. What little can be preserved of a human, feminine appearance. Breast implants will give me an undeniably human feature even when my body is one hundred percent pork. And the bigger my boobs, the better. Hopefully they’ll make people take notice and reminisce wistfully about me as a beautiful and vivacious woman, and not as a dirty, smelly hog.

But I’ll cherish them for myself, too. Being a pig, living with swine… it’ll be so easy to forget myself. Accept my lowered station in life as all I ever really was. Feeling a couple of big, round boobs dangling from my body, swaying weightily, rubbing against my forelegs with every step, squishing under me when I lay down on the hay – it will make every single little movement I make a reminder that I’m still me. Somewhere in here. That I’m not just any other pig. That I’m still Caitlin. And I think that feeling will come to be the most valuable thing in the world.

Hell, I think I might even get a tattoo, as well. Maybe my name over my butt in really flowery script. Yeah, that’d be perfect. I may be destined to be a pig, but I’ll be one in my own way, that’s for damn sure.

Stock image used available from Depositphotos at depositphotos.com/156485714/st…