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“So, here’s where you’ll be working, with Basil.” The owner of the pig farm, Cojiro, stops in front of the last pen. Mostly empty at the moment, with just one male wandering the back of the pasture. Most of the other pens filled with pigs, their sounds filling the air. Coji slides her hands into her hoodie pockets, grinning. She stands out a bit…her bright blue hair shoulder length, kept out of her face by a blowing wind, wearing a pair of foxlike ears and a tail, in jeans, her frame flat chested and slender…you’d think she’s a boy until she told you otherwise.

Which the new employee did. Lynn’s still got her hand over her nose, in jeans herself and an old t-shirt, in addition to the thick leather boots she was asked to wear, all of them snug on her plump, freckled frame. Looking into the sty, grumbling as she secures her red hair into a ponytail. “So…what am I to do again?”

“Already told you! Make sure he’s fed, clean the sty…your clothes will get ruined. If you want something to drink, I keep a drink cooler in the shaded area back there for the caretakers. Drink as much as you want. Specially formulated to keep you hydrated in the heat. Take a break when you can. I’ll be back to check on you later!” With that, and an odd swish of her tail, she walks off.

There doesn’t appear to be any other people on the farm…just pigs and the owner. She blinks, feeling a bit woozy…as she has since having the drink that was offered her upon arrival. She’s attributing it to the smell of swine and the clean air, the city girl having been desperate for a job. With a resigned shrug, she climbs over the fence into the sty, stumbling a bit and catching herself with her hands, in the muck. “Oh, ew….” Wiping them clean on her hands, looking over at the boar in the sty with her…who is looking back at her with seeming boredom. “…what was your name again? Basil…whelp, Basil…I’m thirsty.” She wanders to the back of the sty, looking at the shack set up for shelter from the sun.

She steps into it, the building oddly large enough to where she doesn’t have to stoop. The yellow cooler, thankfully, is high enough to where the pig can’t easily get to it. She does blink a bit at the bench set up in there. “That…looks almost like a bed.” She mutters, with some confusion, grabbing one of the plastic cups on top of the cooler, and filling it with…”The hell is this?”

The tap, fully opened, gives her the liquid rather slowly. A creamy white, with a bit of an odd twinkle to it, that seems to be more of a trick of the light than anything. The smell is strong…stronger than the pig smell that she thinks she smells, a thick, earthy scent. As the cup fills, she licks her lips a bit, suddenly far thirstier than she thought she was. “F…fill faster…” she mutters…not noticing Basil starting to meander towards her.

The cup, finally, full, Lynn lifts it to her lips. Tilting it up…she gags a bit as the fluid starts to slide into her mouth and down her throat. She can’t describe the taste…and the taste is wonderful…but she’s never tried to drink anything this thick, something thick enough to literally wrap her tongue around, working through that reflex to gulp it down. It takes her a minute to choke it down, coughing a bit when she looks into the empty up. She looks at the cooler, and back to the cup.

“I…uh…I want more….” Glancing around, sheepishly, just in case any other farmhands have shown up…she drops down into the muck, moving her head under the tap, lips around it, and opening it up, sucking greedily as this fluid meets her tongue, gulping out as much as she can before gagging and gasping for air, and going right back into trying to drain the container.

As she drinks, Lynn is oblivious to a few things. The first is that she can no longer see any other pigs, or for that matter any other sties, just her and Basil’s, and that the scent that’s been filling her nostrils is fading down, less that of a full farm and more that of a single sty, the drugs she was given when she arrived having started to wear off.

The second is that Basil is stepping closer. She doesn’t know what a pig would normally look like aroused, but he is quite a bit thicker than it seems like he should be, that erection weighing him down until it drags slightly in the muck.

The third is that Coji was right…she’s going to ruin her clothes. As she greedily drinks, her body swells, straining those clothes further. As her shoes grow tight, she works to kick them off, working socks off too, toes thickening, digits starting to grow closer together. Her chest swells, as breasts grow…along with another set of mounds under those, and another under those. This continues until she’s grown five extra pairs of breasts, that shirt stretching….before starting to tear at the seams as she grows in thickness, torso growing rounder, losing the contouring her human frame had.

She reaches up, clumsily working that lid open as the flow starts to stall, rewarded with a fresh burst of this transformative potion, eyes closing, starting to snort softly as she wiggles out of the tattered remains of her clothes, her briefs pulling away with a ‘snap’, the last of her groinhair, the same red as on her head, falling away with them.

Her feet continue changing, leaving her with two thick toes, still plantigrade, but resembling a hoof at a casual glance, her flesh pinkening, but those toes growing darker, nearly black. Similar changes start happening to her hands, digits growing together into two thick, hooflike digits, but with the added benefit of still having a thumb.

Now greedily sucking on that tap like a teat, she repositions herself due to an uncomfortable protrusion, her new tail, growing underneath her, legs spread and knees bent. Her head suffers the last of the changes, her nose and mouth extend into a new snout, ears sliding up to the top of her head, growing into the floppy pig ears. As she hears the disappointing sound of hitting the bottom of the cooler, tilting it to get the last few drops, the last of her hair falls away, leaving her smooth...and flopping onto her back in the muck, wiggling a bit contentedly with a burp.

Lynn snorts softly, wiggling again, blinking. She can feel more air against her than she’s used to. She looks around, seeing her tattered clothes, eyes finally travelling down her new form. She vocalizes a squeal as she sees herself, covering herself up, looking around in a panic.

Now she notices the lack of other sties, slowly reaching up to rub her eyes..a mistake, as it turns out, as she now wipes the muck out of her eyes, shuddering in disgust. She shudders again as she notices the other thing she previously didn’t see happening.

Basil is nearly right upon her...actually starting to move up between her spread legs, that penis still dragging in the muck. Basil snorts, sniffing, an odd scent hitting Lynn’s new nostrils. A sweet scent, of arousal. She looks around, noticing between her legs...now barren, her folds pink and swollen. Her mind fights for a moment. She’s been tricked, duped, aroused… “wh...what…” she settles a bit, finding herself reaching down, lifting that shaft out of the dirt, and guiding him to her waiting folds, trickling with fluids of her arousal, and growing more flushed, eager for the male in front of her overriding her desire to run, to escape.

A moan escapes her new lips as he moves forward, replaced with a squealing groan as he thrusts foward, rapidly working into a rut. Considering that the only human male she ever had was a slender, short shafted guy, she’s being spread further, and penetrated deeper, than ever, squealing and squirming as she’s taken by the powerful beast, hips raising up to meet him, body pulling him deeper.

Basil is a pig. He doesn’t care...he has a gilt in heat under him, and he’s determined to turn her into a sow, Putting his full weight into her as he ruts, it’s not too long, much to Lynn’s disappointment, before he fills her. Another moment that shows he may’ve been experimented on, his seed gushes into her, filling her enough to spurt back out, a thick, creamy, potent flood.

Lynn squeals at that...and looks at him is disappointment as, his work done, he heads to his food trough, leaving her laying back in the muck. With a groan, she slides up onto that ‘bench’...which she now knows is her bed, one of her new, thick digits heading down, scooping up some of that semen, vaginal fluid, and muck at her loins...and licking it clean, the other sliding down to work in and out as she tastes a familiar taste.

She snorts a bit. She has a job...she has a house, has a mate...it’s been a wild day for her, and her response to the day is to fall asleep, despite the glare of the burning sun outside the hut. “I’ll figure this out later…” she mutters, eyes drooping, and another snort as she passes out, thick finger still buried to the knuckle in her folds, the other still in her mouth.