Each day at the farm she was awakened at dawn when the piglets were brought to her for feeding, and lay nursing them till they had their fill at her breasts.
Within a week she became like them; she no longer stood up, perhaps even forgetting that she could. Her bracelets were freed and she crawled everywhere on her hands and knees.
When they were done and moved off to play, she was leashed and led into the kitchen for chores: peeling carrots and potatoes for the family's dinner. Sometimes Lise let her have the peelings, or even a banana skin, she loved those.
She kissed the lady's feet and was taken to the pigsty to spend the day with Portia and her children.
She grew accustomed to lying in the dirt, eating from the common trough, and offering herself for feeding when the little ones approached her.
An hour before sundown she was taken out, suspended in the yard and washed off; then allowed to dry in the afternoon sun. After she was released she crawled into the barn for the men's use and after that her night's rest.
Sometimes Lise joined her in the straw-covered stall and made love to her before going inside; it was just like old times in a way. She slept well those nights.
Within a month her piglets had doubled in size; they began to resemble small adult boars. Anne imagined them fully grown and wondered if she would be attractive to them when they reached puberty. Perhaps...
No, she mustn't think like this; it was wrong, wasn't it? Imagine her old colleagues back at the office hearing that she wanted to be mounted by a pig.
But she did. Lying in the hay or the mud, she dreamed lazily about the experience; bending over for them, being sniffed and used by the leader of the pack. The others following his example, taking her one by one until all of them had enjoyed her.
Well-fed and spending most of her days lying in the sty, Anne grew in size as well. She would have to be slimmed down before they returned her to the brothel.