Chapter 15 by AvenX

What happens?

Pig Girl

Sitting down the pencil, you realize your body is already very, very different. You race over to the mirror, half-terrified, half-exhilarated to see what you somehow just know is there.

To start with, your chest is bigger. Your once small B-cups must be at least a D now, maybe a DD, but that isn’t the part that really gets you going. No. What makes you want to fuck yourself to oblivion is the four addition breasts that now cover your ribs and stomach.

What makes you want to cry is the little pig ears that stick out from your bald head, taking the place of where you human ears once were, the large ring that hangs from your unnaturally upturned, fat nose, and the curly tail you know has been grafted onto your tailbone.

You're chubbier than you used to be too, and you somehow know it is because of some kind of pill your daddy put you on. One that you take every morning, no matter how much you hate it because he asked you too. Daddy knows best. If Daddy thinks you belong as a stupid, fat fuck-pig, then that it what you will be. The pill makes you gain weight and makes you always hungry.

Another side effect of the pill is a lower IQ. You know that you could stop taking the pills and you would go back to being, not quite the same, but close to what you were before. You don’t though.

You look down at your hands. Flexing and wiggling your fingers. They haven’t been altered, yet, but you know that you have finally agreed to let your Daddy finish the transformation. He’ll be here soon to take you to the hospital. They are going to replace your hands and feet with piggy hooves. They are also going to do something to your brain. You don’t really understand what, but the doctors said when they were done, you won’t have to take the yucky pills anymore.

Someone knocks on your bedroom door. Daddy is here.