Reap what you Sow - Female Pig transformation

What happens if you can't resist trying the pig feed? Well...

Back at Darryll’s farm, another girl had arrived to unwittingly join his herd of farm animals.

Belle was a pretty, blonde, and busty girl. Darryll immediately knew what job se would be perfect for. He happily invited her in, pretending he was actually interested in giving her a job interview.

The girl seemed excited, though she had some concerns. There were rumours going around about this farm. Whispers about girls turning into animals and never returning.

Darryll managed to ease the girl’s concerns – by now, his animal formulas had improved enough that none of his herd showed any human features anymore – the first girls he’d turned into cows had practically been humans with udders, but now, no one could tell the difference.

But Darryll had different plans for Belle.

Her first job at the farm would also be the last – she had to take a bucket of pig feed and put it in the trough in their pen.

Little did Belle know, that the pig feed had certain special... properties, as did all animal feed Darryll used.

It kept his animals nice and docile, as well as... on all fours.

One bite would be enough to trigger a transformation that would take months to reverse.

And as long as the animal kept eating its food... well, you probably understand what the consequence of that would be.

Belle unsuspectingly took the bucket of pig feed out to the muddy outside pen, her blonde curls swaying with every step. It was a shame to see them go in a few minutes.

She couldn’t help but smell the feed, with curiosity welling up inside her. It smelled so good... within moments, her mind was completely encapsulated by the desire to try it.

Sure, it was pig feed – not for human consumption – but what would it hurt to have just one bite?

She took the bucket to the centre of the pen, where the trough was – luckily, she had the good idea to close the pen gate behind her, as she wouldn’t be able to do so in a few moments.

As she poured the pig feed into the trough, Bella felt the urge to try a bite overwhelm her – she quickly stuck her finger in the slop, pulled it back, and put it in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure upon doing so, losing all self-control – this was the best food she’d ever tried.

As she knelt down to grab more, a tail sprouted from her back, creating a small hump beneath her dungarees. She scratched the spot absent-mindedly, but quickly moved both her hands towards her mouth to start shovelling pig feed into it.

The other pigs gathered around her, not approaching the trough. Perhaps they knew what was about to happen and wanted to make sure she didn’t try to make a run for it mid-transformation.

But Belle was far too busy eating to care. Her hasty breath made snorting noises as she nearly choked on the pig feed – soon, she'd stop using her hands to eat, as her jaw lengthened into a snout; her nose grew bigger, flattening with the nostrils pointed forward.

With every bite, she grew. Initially, it was hardly noticeable, but eventually, the speed of her growth increased.

The seams on her dungarees began to pop as her behind, now pink and greasy, began to tear through. She was packing on more and more mass with every bite, growing exponentially – the poor dungarees tore with loud protest, followed by the sound of snapping elastic as her panties gave way for the large and rotund pink buttocks – complete with a little pink tail. 

As the dungarees completely slipped off, tattered, torn and damaged beyond recognition, Belle seemed to come to her senses – her hunger had been quenched, but it was far too late. She pushed away from the trough, only to find her fingers fattened, stiff, and unresponsive as her nails rapidly outgrew their nailbeds. She stumbled and fell backward – as she rolled over to get back on her feet, she found her stature had significantly decreased, leaving her with four stubby, hooved legs. She oinked at the other pigs, as though demanding they let her leave – but within moments, she would find herself unable to.

She panted, now through her pig snout, as her belly increased its girth from below, physically lifting her off her hooves; alongside her belly, her breasts, now six of them, grew so large they squished against the ground uncomfortably.

This was the consequence of her greed; for the first few days of her new life, she would be an immobile, massive hog, with a belly and breasts so large they kept her hooves from reaching the ground. After a while, her mass would decrease to a normal level, but for now, she’d stay in the middle of the pen, with the trough just out of reach. Her blonde hair finally fell out, turning as dry as the straw that was spread haphazardly through the mud pen. Nothing about Belle suggested that she’d been a human two minutes ago.

She squealed, barely scratching the ground with her hooves; one of the boars had noticed the new sow, immobile and helpless, legs spread wide by the size of her belly. She was basically inviting him to take advantage of her in her helpless state.

He snorted, pushing the other pigs out of the way to get to her. The farmer would be pleased if this sow bore many piglets.

Belle squealed as the boar mounted her, pinning her into the mud even more firmly. There was nothing she could do but accept her fate – she was a sow, destined to bear this boar’s piglets. She’d be better off for it – judging by her current size, she would be the perfect slaughtering pig. Being a mother made for a far better alternative.

Over the coming days, the other boars would follow the first one’s example – Belle would never truly now which one her twelve piglets belonged to, or the other litters that followed over the months and years that followed. She was now the pig pen’s breeding sow, practically perpetually pregnant.