Waking up the next morning in the pig pile

When Amber and her pigs were done playing with me, I felt completely. I don't even remember falling asleep. I just know I did, because I'm just now waking up in a pile of fat smelly women. I look up and see the wooden ceiling of the barn. Below me, there's a bed of hay, and it's really not as uncomfortable as I would've expected.

My stirring must've woke up the girl in front of me, because her eyes are open and staring right at me.

"Oh, huh, hi," I whisper, trying not to wake up any of the other women.

"Hi," she replies, equally quiet.

She's a big Asian girl, around my age, with long black hair, a slightly-upturned nose and some ridiculously delicious-looking lips. She's so pretty, and she's looking at me with a slight smile across her lips. As my eyes move further down, I notice her collar, which says "Dumb Sow".

"Hey, we got the same collar."

"All new girls get the same collar," she replies, placing her hand gently on my singular piece of clothing, said collar.

"You're a new girl too?" I can't believe it. She must've already been quite big when she got here if she's just arrived.

"Relatively new. I've been here for a few months. Every new pig starts with a dumb sow collar, and if you can get into the Mistress' good grace, she'll choose a personalized epithet for you. It can take years for some, and then there are girls like Jess, who got her own title after less than a month."

"Mother Boar," I whisper, thinking back to the mean redhead that toyed with me yesterday.

"Yeah, she's Mistress' favorite right now."

"By Mistress, you mean... Amber, or Miss Della?"

My new friend looks at me with concern. "Look, Amy. I know that technically, all of the farmhands work for Miss Della... but this is Amber's turf. Don't even let her think that you might be more loyal to Miss Della than to her."

I didn't expect there to be so much politics in the life of a porn pig.

A loud voice fills the barn. "Wake up, piggies! It's time for your morning slop!"