Renouncing Her CrownOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Jun 24 2015(woman to pig transformation)She w

Renouncing Her CrownOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Jun 24 2015(woman to pig transformation)She was once a queen.  Now, of course, she’s just a sow – a big, fat, grunting animal wallowing in the sty without a trace of her former royal dignity.  But she doesn’t miss it in the slightest.  She was scared, when she was first cursed.  A beautiful queen, and symbol of her nation’s pride!  How could she become a pig?  But the curse was all too real – and none of the court magicians could undo it.  The king refused to compromise with the warlocks’ demands, more inclined to insist on his way than save his faithful wife.  And so, her metamorphosis began.It was the queen’s mind that began to change first.  Strange stirrings and impulses that entered her thoughts unbidden.  She came to realize that it was instinct – the natural cognitive state of a sow.  But what bizarre urges she had to resist!  Walk on all fours.  Be completely naked.  Eat only with her mouth.  Poop on the floor.  She shuddered as the vile thoughts came to her, seeming so natural, and she did her best to fight them back.  But even in those early days, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist forever.Inevitably, the physical changes began.  It started with her tail – a twitching foreign object under her clothes, wiggling around and slapping against her butt mirthfully.  She could hide it, but it was a cruel reminder to her of what she would soon become.  And worse, it disgusted her husband.  He refused to see her naked, to be presented with evidence that his wife and queen and the mother of his children would soon be a bloated, wallowing hog.  If only she could avoid seeing such things as easily as him!  But no, she was doomed to be aware of it constantly.And soon, her more visible features started changing.  Her nose swelling like a snout.  Her ears becoming big and wing-like and higher on her head.  Her fingers and toes starting to fuse into tough hooves.  Her shoes swiftly became tight and painful, but she couldn’t bring herself to abandon them, too distressed to hear the clopping sound of her bare hooves on the tile.The queen started putting on a little weight, and abandoned her corsets for looser garb.  She had always been well endowed, and that helped disguise her more piggish figure.  But it wouldn’t for long.  She could tell how close confidantes were looking at her differently – court advisors and ladies in waiting and even her oldest child.  It broke her heart.  What would they think when she really started to look like a sow?  How would they treat her then?The humiliated pig queen could feel the changes happening inside her body – organs shifting and realigning for baser functions, no less real because they were mostly invisible to others.  And what changes reached the surface, she did her best to disguise, clinging desperately to the fraying remnants of her human life.  Her pussy and anus were next, soon merely those of a grunting beast.  She would never be able to birth a human prince again – only piglets could be produced by her leathery porcine vagina and broader womb.  And the queen’s anus… she quickly discovered that her bowels had transformed as well, and all her deposits in her chamber pot were pure pig manure.  It smelled much worse – exactly like a fat sow was occupying her bedchambers.  Her handmaidens practically gagged as they carried her pot out to empty it of her large loads of pig shit.  Her anus itself had become wider and leathery, the cheeks of her butt spreading slightly to make it and her pussy very accessible from behind.And of course, her mental degradation continued.  The whisperings of instinct grew louder and more difficult to ignore, now seeming like an actual voice in her head giving her commands which were harder and harder not to obey.  Staying on two legs and using silverware took a mental effort that humans took for granted.  And inside her head, her brain was actually changing.  Her skull thickened, reducing its size, even as the baser and more primitive parts swelled, crowding out the human parts.As her metamorphosis progressed, the queen found herself less and less welcome in the court, which paradoxically offered her more freedom to wander about.  And so, one fateful day about two weeks after she had started changing, she found herself walking the halls aimlessly.  She left the residence, wandering through the servers’ areas and finally into the service buildings.  She looked up, startled from her reverie by a strange smell.  Somehow, perhaps by instinct, she had wandered out of the castle and into the barn.  Into the pigsty.The odor, of course, was pig shit – but smells didn’t bother her as much anymore.  Even her filled chamber pot was starting to smell good to her – earthy and natural.  So she entered an enclosure without fear, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the pungent air.  These were royal hogs; the ones bred for feasts in the castle.  They were all good stock, plump and hardy and free of flaws.  She was shocked to find them beautiful to her eyes.Especially the boars.  Far from being disgusting, they seemed stately and masculine, in a way that her wiry husband no longer did.  Their thick, fat-encased muscle, their squat but ruddy flesh.  The way they stood proudly on all fours, their large and obvious genitals held close to their bodies.Your genitals should be exposed too, the voice seemed to say, and without thinking her body responded to it.  She took off her clothes, getting on her hands and knees in the muddy pigsty.  Both things felt natural to her, felt right.  She felt cool air on her anus and her pussy, and the feeling was surprisingly welcome.  Her butt cheeks and thighs had widened and spread enough to expose them completely, just as was fitting for an animal.  An animal like her.She grunted, enjoying the feel of the mud.  Under her, her large boobs swayed freely, the sweet feminine treasures leading two rows of small pig teats.  Her new breasts were little more than nipples, but suddenly they seemed preferable to her old breasts.  Pigs should have lots of teats, not two big, stupid boobs.As the queen waddled about happily on all fours, the voice came to her again.  Choose a pig and fuck it, it said, and it didn’t even dawn on her to resist such an obvious and proper command.  Of course she should take pleasure with one of these magnificent animals.  What possible reason would she have not to?So the queen presented herself to a particularly desirable-looking boar.  Her heart beat faster as she felt the animal’s wet snout on her private parts, smelling her anus and tentatively licking her plump pussy.  But the beast clearly liked what the queen had to offer him.  With a grunt, he pulled himself up on her back, squishing her tail between the two of them.  He weighed so much, but her legs didn’t buckle.  Bravely, even eagerly, the queen took the pig’s twisted penis into her body.He gave her his all, thrusting hard in her very receptive sex.  They both squealed in lust, the sounds of their voices indistinguishable.  True, she didn’t yet perfectly look like a pig, but the boar knew what she was.  This was a breeding sow, and he intended to breed her.  Some farm hands noticed, gathering around and chattering excitedly as they watched their queen be mated by a boar.  But she didn’t notice or care, so lost was she to the new sensations.  Her ardor seemed to rise higher and higher, unlimited by human boundaries.  And when at last she came to her climax, all other thought was blown away in the intense power of the moment.  Simultaneously, her mate filled her spasming pig womb with load after load of hot piglet juice, and it just pushed her climax further.  It was by far the best orgasm of her life, and she stayed there in the sty with her new mate for a long time, enjoying the company of pigs.After that, discarding her crown and throne and title and human life were easy.  Why would she want to be a queen, when she could be a fat breeding sow?  She needed no throne room but the pigsty; no king but a boar.  Her princes and princesses should be piglets.  It surprised the court, but most of them were glad to be rid of the embarrassing pig queen.  She handed back her crown, unable to keep the smile off her face.  And then she ran back to her true home, tearing off her clothes on the way.Her transformation started to speed up, after that.  Her arms and legs became squat, her hands and feet entirely replaced by hooves.  Her head swelled and tipped up, her gigantic snout and flat skull shaped perfectly for eating on the ground and interacting with pigs.  She fattened, her barrel-shaped body swelling large with taut fat, until she grew to almost four hundred pounds.  Her generous boobs regressed, finally turning into two more unexceptional pig teats.  And her lustrous, raven hair was lost as well, leaving her wedge-shaped head proud and bald and bare.  Soon it was finished, and her royal majesty the queen was now and forever a fat, squealing breeding sow.  And the former queen embraced her new life with a passion and verve she had never had before.She was, as it turned out, the most productive breeding sow in the sty.  She loved her new king with all her piggish heart, and was always eager to make new princes and princesses with him.  What had been meant as a curse to her, had become a blessing.  And the former queen lived a long and happy life as the pig she was proud to be.Stock image used available from Depositphotos at http://depositphotos.com/50922199/stock-photo-sexy-woman-sitting-on-throne.html -- source link

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