"You are quite sure that's going to take?" Mistress asked, her hillbilly drawl conspicuously absent, as the man slowly examined the small but well-attached appendage that now sprouted from just above my anus.
"I don't see why not? Pig parts and human parts are quite interchangeable. The typing was a match, so it might even be sensate. I suppose you could consider her a chimera now, especially if the more dominant porcine cells begin to migrate." I knew the man was some sort of veterinarian or something. The large case he carried was full of instruments and the like. Still on all fours, I looked back over my shoulder to see the coiled pig tail wobble this way and that, as I moved.
I had no memory of the operation that had attached a real pig's tail to the base of my spine. For a week I had been bandaged, so the evidence had been hidden. I had only just healed from the tattoo and nose ring, that had been done two weeks before. My forehead no longer itched, and Mistress had gone to great lengths to keep me from scratching at it.
In place of my hands, leather appliances had been attached resembling cloven hooves. The color matched my skin quite closely, so it was easy to imagine they were really mine.
The ring, oh, the ring was really heavy. It pulled down drastically on my nose, stretching it grotesquely downward. My upper lip now permanently overlapped my lower one, and my nose, my once perfect nose was beginning to lengthen. The large steel ball that once rested against my chin, now hung just below it. The fact that Mistress was now pulling up on my nostrils with a cruel and efficient nose hook, made me look even more hideous than before.
With my nostrils flared open, and a real pig's tail wagging like a spring from my ass, I was really beginning to resemble my namesake.
"Lemme have a look 'atcha" Mistress demanded, back in character, after the vet had left for the day. He'd be back, of that I had no doubt. The fact that Mistress had given the man full reign over my body to perform whatever experiments he deemed fit, meant that there would be more chapters to my metamorphosis. Mistress leaned in to have a close look at my tail, something I was unable to do. "Y'all wanna see it, Piggy?" Mistress offered. She picked up her phone from the table and snapped a close-up picture of my springy addition.
When she held the camera up before me, I could hardly believe the tail hadn't grown there naturally. Aside from some darker spots along the length of the tail, the skin matched my own perfectly. Only the slightest suture line divided what was once my sexy little ass, from my new tail, and that would surely fade to be virtually invisible. "It looks..."
"Like y'all grew it yourself, dun it?" She grinned. "That man's a genius. I can't wait to see what all the guy has planned for ya, Piggy." She slapped my ass lightly, and urged me to follow her into the bedroom.
My pleasuring her had become routine for me now. She would sit in the same chair in her bedroom, while I knelt between her splayed legs and devour her pussy and ass. She especially loved it when it used my tongue to probe deeply into her anus. Of course, no consideration was given to me during these sessions. If I was lucky I was allowed to masturbate alone on my rug, after she had fallen asleep, and only if I remained perfectly quiet. I had mastered the art of the silent orgasm.
That night, I reached back and felt the strange little protuberance that now graced my rear end. Knowing that it was an actual pig tail, revolted me and humiliated me. Of course, the humiliation was what flavored my orgasm that night. Knowing that I would forever have the tail of a pig, pushed me over the edge. I tried to imagine what on earth this mad doctor might have in mind for me next, and I allowed my imagination to run wild. If I'd only known what was ahead, I doubt I would have been fantasizing.
The following day, Jimmy was back, Mistress's cousin. Jimmy had been the last man to have enjoyed me as a woman. Now, even he had said that he wouldn't touch me, not only because I was hideous, but because his cousin would probably have killed him, literally. Mistress led me out of the bedroom, on all fours, of course, it was all I was allowed now. I hadn't walked on my hind legs in nearly a month. I wondered if a person could actually forget how to walk upright.
"Well, there's that 'Piggy' girl," Jimmy said as he observed me from his perch at the kitchen table. "Looks like my cousin has a bit more work for me to do, on ya." He leaned over and looked more closely at me. "Hell, cuz, you weren't kiddin' were ya?"
I knew he was looking at my tail, and I could feel it wiggle back and forth as I crawled, just like it would have on its original owner.
"Jeezus... I can't believe I actually had my pecker in 'at." He wrinkled his nose.
"At the time, she was quite the catch, Jimmy. Y'all ought to be grateful, considerin' how little pussy you manage to git." Mistress was defending me, something that was completely foreign. Still, to hear them speaking of my old self as being pretty, made me a bit sad. I knew that the creature that stared back at me from the floor-length mirror in Mistress's bedroom was a piteous retch, and it nearly made me cry to hear them remember me then.
"Awe, now don't cry, Piggy," Mistress said. An errant tear had escaped and run down my cheek, unbidden. "The more peculiar y'are, the more I like ya."
I guess there was something to be said for having a place in the world, it was just such a lowly, degraded place that I was expected to occupy. Each step I took away from being Samantha, was another step towards this peculiar ideal that Mistress had in her mind. All I knew was that she wanted me ugly, and I was becoming all of that and then some.
As Jimmy led me down the stairs to the basement, I knew better than to ask what was coming. It would only serve to frighten me, in any event. I didn't see any tattoo equipment, so I figured it would be more piercing.
"Now, don't get all upset on me Piggy" Jimmy sighed. "But my cousin wants all them pearly whites taken out."
"What?" I couldn't help but react. "You're going to pull my teeth? How many of them."
"Oh, all of 'em, I guess." Jimmy unrolled a cloth to reveal an ominous set of tools. "Now, she ain't without a heart, your Mistress. She got ya this bottle of Southern Comfort y'all are gonna drink."
"But I don't want my teeth pulled out." I whimpered.
"Listen, Piggy. I don't make the rules. I foller 'em just like y'all do. Now drink up. I gotta be som'eres at two." He handed me the bottle, already open.
I knew there was no arguing over it, so I began to drink the horribly sweet liquor for all I was worth. If he was going to do this thing, I certainly didn't want to feel anything.
After about thirty minutes, I was the very definition of drunk. Jimmy helped me up onto the table, seeing that I wasn't even able to do that.
"Now, this is still gonna hurt, Piggy, but y'all ain't gonna care that much." Holding my mouth open he latched onto one of my front teeth and began to twist. The sharp pain was overpowered by my inebriation, and I think I even giggled when the tooth finally popped free. "See, that weren't that bad." He assured me, holding up the tooth in front of my eyes, before dropping it into an empty tin can.
One by one, he removed my teeth. The beautiful smile that I once was so proud of, was disappearing one painful yank at a time. I thought it would never end, but he did finally finish, dropping the last of my teeth into a now half-full can. I ran my tongue over my barren gums for the first time, feeling the ragged holes left behind by my teeth.
"Y'all don't worry none, Piggy. Gums feal fast. In two weeks, Y'all are gonna look like ya never had a tooth, ever." And with that statement, he packed up his kit and left me on the table where I promptly passed out.
The rest of that day and night was a complete blur. I do remember Mistress fetching me after a while and hauling me up the stairs. I do know I woke in her bedroom a few times during the night, my mouth throbbing in pain.
The following morning, I had one of the worst hangovers I can ever remember having. For some reason, I failed to remember anything that happened the day before, but as my tongue ran over my toothless gums, bits and pieces began to surface. Fortunately, I had no recollection of pain, only that for whatever reason, I had had all my teeth pulled out.
Mistress strolled into the room shortly after I woke up, and was carrying a dish of something in her hands. She set the dish down in front of me and I realized that it was some sort of porridge.
"How're ya doin', Piggy?" she asked.
"Wha are ma theeth mithing." I managed, my ability to speak greatly impaired.
"Y'all had your teeth pulled, cuz I wanted it 'at way," Mistress said, boldly. "Now, gimme a nice wide smile, Piggy."
