Introduced to my fellow sows

I'm still kneeling in the mud as I watch several girls come out of different stalls.

The first one is a chubby redhead with short hair and big bright brown eyes. She's wearing a large metal nosehook, a thick nosering, and a pink bejeweled collar that says "Mother Boar". There are purple bruises and rope marks all over her fat tits and her big round belly. She- She's naked! Well, almost naked. She is wearing some fishnets stockings... and nothing else.

I try to look away out of prudishness, but I can't take my eyes of her. Her crotch is overtaken by a jungle of thick red hairs, hiding her cunt from my voyeuristic sight. Her thighs are just as colored with wounds as her tits, if not more so; There are fresh-looking bite marks all over the insides of her thick pale legs. She comes right up to me, a big grin on her cute face as she stares down at me.

Her smell hits me hard. It is... kinda hot? She definitely smells like someone who hasn't showered in a while, but it's a heady mix of sweat, girlmusk and sexual fluids, and it makes me want to be smothered by her. The smell must be overpowering between her legs. Is she going to sit on my face? I want her to sit on my face. Please sit on my face, gorgeous fat naked stranger.

"You'll have to fatten up," she declares nonchalantly, as if that was in any way a normal thing to say. "I'm Jess," she adds, all smiles.

Jess then proceeds to grab my hair harshly, turning my head left and right as if inspecting a beast. She even puts her thick fingers between my lips and spreads them open to look at my teeth.

When she moves behind me, I notice two other women (or rather, pigs) approaching, watching me intently. One of the pig is an obese Black woman sporting a "Lard Whore" collar, while the other is a short chubby White girl with dyed pink hair wearing a "Teacup Slut" collar. The obese pig watches me with a predatory look, while the short one acts a little sheepish, and watches with curiosity.

Teacup Slut is wearing a pink onepiece latex leotard, which appears a few sizes too small so it clings to her body and accentuates her love handles and chunky thighs. It also highlight how small her chest is, especially in contrast with the rest of her body. There are mud stains on the leotard, but since it's latex, it could probably be cleaned up quite easily; Probably by hose, which I assume is probably used to wash the pigs sometimes.

Both the diminutive slut and the obese whore are wearing fishnets stockings like Jess. But, Lard Whore is also wearing a sort of flimsy fishnets bodysuit, which hides nothing at all.

The larger woman has a big messy afro, and like Jess, she has a lot of body hair, especially between the legs and under her armpits. Her tits are enormous, sagging down over her belly and crowned with massive bumpy areolas. She has large luscious lips that look like they were made to be kissed. The bruises are harder to see on her skin than on Jess', but the more I look, the more I see discolored areas.

The shorter girl has a small upturned nose; I don't know if she had it before coming here, or if it's due to repeated use of nose hooks. Can nose hooks permanently affect your nose shape? I'm not sure if I want to know the answer. Her pink hair is tied up in two fun buns, and her hands, which she clutches shyly against her chest, have some pink nail polish that match her hair and leotard. Stretch marks are visible on her big soft thighs.

"These are Tina," Jess says while pointing first at the Lard Whore, "and Mary," her fingers move towards the Teacup Slut. "There are other pigs, obviously, but they are not as... proactive, as us. Most of them are masochistic bitches." She moves closer, her teeth brushing against my ears. "And then, there a few sado-masos, like Tina and I, who enjoys inflicting suffering almost as much as we enjoys suffering."

As she says that, my blood freezes. My eyes wander around the barn, and I start noticing faces peeking out of various stalls. How many women are actually in here? Ten? Twenty? More?

What I also notice are the windows. Large open windows on the second floor, where I notice several figures watching down. With the sunlight behind them, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and for me to recognize them. There's Miss Della, as well as the other trainers and their retinue. Watching me.

"Yeah," Jess says, her breath warm on my neck. "They have these little scaffoldings on the sides of the barn, girls from the other areas can come watch what's happening in here. Now that you're one of Amber's pigs, you can say goodbye to your privacy."

"Whenever we welcome a new girl, they like to watch," Tina adds, approaching me. "Mmm, these won't do," she reproaches while staring down at my body.

"I agree," Jess replies, and then she grabs onto my camisole, and rips it open. "New pigs aren't allowed clothes," she whispers before going for my bra. She snaps it with ease, and throws it in the mud, leaving my chest bare. I can feel my face burning with shame, just as my crotch burns with lust.