Turn Her Into A Pig

The sorceress reached down and pried the reporter's eager mouth from her pussy.

"Strip," the naked sorceress told her. "If you want something to drink, strip."

Mouth still parched, Lois Lane wrestled with the order for barely a moment before she found herself disrobing. The gaudy, whorish parody of Wonder Woman's costume was soon a little pile at her feet. Instinctively, Lois covered her breasts with one arm, her vagina with the other—though she realized how foolish this must be.

Circe smiled. Her eyes glowed green...and a pair of black latex gloves appeared in her hands. She offered them to Lois.

"Put these on," she ordered.

Lois hesitated. They weren't normal gloves...the "fingers" looked more like stubby four-finger hooves like the trotters of a pig.

"Indulge me, my dear, and you will get everything you wish to drink."

The reporter's throat felt like the Sahara. Against her better judgment, she pulled the hooves onto her hands. As she suspected, it was impossible to do any fine manipulation with them, but once the left-hand glove was most of the way on, Circe stepped forward and helped pull it into place.

"On all fours," the sorceress whispered.

Lois could see a stone trough, that had been hidden behind Circe. A spigot was attached at one hand. ****, Lois got down on her hands and knees. The gloves were uncomfortable, most of the weight in the reporter's fingers.

"Balance on your knees," Circe ordered. "Bring your heels up to touch your buttocks. That's it..."

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Lois had begun to obey automatically. She had a feeling she knew what Circe was doing. A strong, silky cord slid around ankle and thigh, and above and below her knees. The reporter was effectively quadripedal at this point, although ungainly.

"Just one or two more touches," Circe promised.

Lois wasn't sure what further degradations the sorceress could have in mind...and then a pair of blunt metal hooks descended in front of her. The reporter almost shook her head to dislodge them, but then the hooks were in her nose, a strap was being pulled back over her forehead, forcing her nose to be turned out like a little snout. The collar, which the other end of the strap was attached to, was almost an afterthought.

"Good little piggy," Circe purred. "Last thing."

She showed it to Lois. Just to **** her. A wide metal plug, tapering from a blunt point to a wider part, almost like a turnip, then narrowing to a flared base...from which emerged a curly plastic corkscrew tail.

Like a pig's.

Lois took a couple of tottering "steps" forward, and almost fell on her tits. With her arms and legs as they were, moving fast was an impossibility. Certainly not fast enough to escape from Circe, who had one hand spreading the reporter's ass cheeks, the other rubbing a gob of cold, wet lube into her little pucker.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter squealed as the plug was inserted. The sorceress was neither fast nor slow, but infinitely patient, applying a steady pressure that cared nothing for whether or not Lois was tense or relaxed, the metal plug sliding in implacable, spreading her virgin asshole open wider and wider...and then, with an unsettling rush, the violated rectum closed on the narrow "neck" of the plug.

Instinctively, Lois tried to push it out...and found that she couldn't. The mass of the thing was too much for her butt to expel on its own.

"Good piggy." Circe said. The sorceress walked in front of Lois and turned on the spigot. Water flowed into the trough. "Come drink."

Hesitantly, Lois moved forward. She couldn't lean too heavily on her hands, for the fore-trotters were painful on her fingers. Her rear legs were stiff, all the way resting on her knees, toes clenching uselessly. The hard floor of the pavilion was at least dry, and carefully, as quickly as she safely could, Lois made her way to the trough.

She stared down at her reflection in the water. The upturned nose was disgusting, but worse than that...she hadn't noticed...were the little floppy pig's ears resting atop her ears. Lois closed her eyes to the sight, lowered her mouth to the surface of the water, and began to drink.

"Good piggy." Circe smiled. "You might be quite a sow...when you've been bred."