My SistersOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Feb 26 2017(woman to pig transformation)Oh, I love visi

My SistersOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Feb 26 2017(woman to pig transformation)Oh, I love visiting my sisters.  And I don’t just mean ‘sisters’ in the metaphorical sense.  What’s that?  Heh, we don’t look like it, do we?  But we are.  Born from the same sow – in the very same litter, in fact.  Nursed next to each other on the same teats.  Grew up together, running around and playing, and lined up with each other at the trough.  Even lusted after the same boars, when we got a little older.Don’t believe me?  There, how’s that?  Believe me now?  Yes, they’re my sisters.  My literal sisters.  And I love them like you do your family.  It’s just, for some reason, I was given the power to turn into a human girl.  And you know what?  It’s fun, living in your world.  Buying stuff, and watching TV, and sipping lattes at cool cafes.  But this pigsty is my true home.Let me get out of these clothes… I won’t be able to fit in them soon, after all.  I’m a big sow.  Oh, you’re so sweet to say that!  Yeah, I guess I am sexy.  But I love my big, thick pig body.  Sure, I know I’m pretty by human standards, and enjoy flouncing around as a curvy human woman.  But I’m pretty sexy in my true body, too, at least as far as other pigs are concerned.  I drive the boars wild.What’s that, you ask?  Yeah, of course I do.  I love mating with the pigs.  Why wouldn’t I?  That’s what a sow does!  Sure, I don’t have as many litters as my sisters.  But I always poke my head in at my real home as often as I can.  I make it a point to turn into a sow, get pregnant, and have a fresh litter of piglets once a year or so.  But that only takes up about five months.  The other half of the year, I’m usually human, except for occasional visits on weekends and the like.Oh, I’m almost there.  I love the feel of the transformation.  My snout growing, my senses changing – hell, the whole shape of my body altering.  Particularly my big, fat belly.  I love the thick, insulating blubber of pig fat – it feels like I’m curling up in a deliciously warm blanket.  I love how my tail feels, flicking around my big butt.  I love my short sturdy legs, and my dependable hooves.  Oops, there they go.  No more hands for me!I feel my nipples coming in, too.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my breasts.  They feel great when I’m human.  But when I’m a sow, I can’t wait to get rid of them.  You can watch them go – I feel them starting to shrink.  I love having my rows of plump little teats.  Hardly more than a mouthful, for a piglet.  But oh, they make me feel so… so… feminine!  So wonderfully female!  A lot of my purpose is tied up in these little dugs.  Small wonder I love them even more than my breasts.  My head’s changing shape now, too.  Big and wedge-like.  And inside, my brain is shifting.  Scrunching up and becoming piggish.  I love feeling the voice of instinct slipping back into me, embracing me.  Oh, I’m getting close.  What do you think?  I make a pretty impressive sow, don’t I?  And I certainly look a lot more like their sister now!What’s wrong?  One of my sisters just pooped on the floor, you say?  Yeah, big deal.  So do I.  I actually prefer pooping on the floor to using a toilet.  Much more convenient.  I like the smell – we pigs kind of think of the smell of our poop as our ‘names’, if that makes any sense at all to you – and casually pooping on the floor wherever I happen to be standing is something that totally, unquestionably separates me from humanity.  That makes me truly a pig.  I even like the rush of power, that someone else has to clean up my shit for me.  You humans think you own pigs, but you care for us and feed us and clean up after us.  In every day-to-day way that matters, we hold the power in our relationship.  We own you, when you think about it.  You just need us too much.  You’re way too addicted to bacon, as a species!Oh, there goes the last of my hair.  Nope, nothing human left.  Just a very fat breeding sow.  Believe me now?  Yeah, I thought so.  Oh, it feels good to be home.  Good to see you all again, girls!  I can’t wait to tell you about my latest adventures.  But first, a trip to the trough.  A girl my size is always famished after her transformation!Stock image used available from ColourBox at https://www.colourbox.com/image/female-with-piglets-image-8269325 -- source link

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