Baring It All

Changes...

I had begun to settle into my life as a pig. The fact that I looked more the part was a large part of what turned me on the most. Every time I caught a glimpse of the curly tail that sprung from my ass, I felt a surge of uncontrolled arousal course through me.

My gums had healed for the most part, and my toothless mouth was perfect for slurping up the slimy smooth slop that Mistress pumped into my trough. The predigested goo also had begun to affect my size.

I wasn't too sure just how much weight I had put on since being put to sty, but it must have been a substantial amount. My breasts, which used to be pert and tight, now hung from my chest, my teats dragging in the mud. My belly sagged a bit more too. I was loving my newfound humiliation.

It was unfortunate then, that I saw the veterinarian walking around the end of the house with Mistress beside him. I had started to think that his visits were at an end after he installed my tail. Apparently not.

"You remember the doctor, don't you Piggy?" Mistress asked, Pouring another pitcher of slop into my trough. Even in their presence, I was unable to stop myself from crawling to my trough to suck up a few mouthfuls of the slop through my loose, toothless maw.

"I see my slop formula has done the trick. The sow has grown significantly since last I saw her." The doctor reached down with a gloved hand, and squeezed my teat, forcing a stream of white liquid to come spraying out. "Yes, very nice."

I knew it was milk. It had been seeping from both of my teats for at least a week. Since my breasts had grown longer, I had even resorted to sucking on them myself.

"The tail has rooted firmly. And if you look at her hindquarters, she has developed some spots. This is spreading from the tail." The doctor lifted my face from the trough with a disgusted look on his face. "You removed her teeth?" He questioned, running his gloved fingers across my gums.

"Yeah, that was personal preference, Doc. I wanted her toothless from the get-go." Mistress admitted.

"Well, it's of little consequence." He sighed. "I'll be working in the same place as last time. I'll need her cleaned thoroughly beforehand." And with that, the doctor walked back towards the house.

"Come on, Piggy. You heard the man, let's get y'all cleaned up n' ready." Mistress opened the gate to the sty and I obediently crawled out, dragging a good portion of mud along with me.

I shivered as the cold water was sprayed over my body, and Mistress was frustrated that could no longer stand to facilitate her job. The long-handled scrub brush was next, as she scraped the stiffened bristles over my skin. I could feel the fat jiggle as she worked down between my legs, and up my belly to my breasts.

Strangely enough, the brush that was so painful before, actually felt good as the filth was scrubbed away from my body. Satisfied that she had removed as much of the mud and filth from my skin as could be achieved, she led me to the back door, and into the basement.

There, where I had been ringed and tattooed, and where my teeth had been so traumatically pulled from my mouth, sat the doctor. The place resembled more of an operating room than a basement at that moment, and I worried what on earth might be in store for me now.

I was helped up onto the table, and positioned on my side, where my expanding belly splayed out over its surface.

"Do you see this?" He pointed to my skin, where my legs joined my body. "She's beginning to thicken. As a matter of fact, she's starting to replace her own skin with hide. How often have you had to shave her head?" He asked.

"Well, let's see. The last time was, well... it was over three weeks ago." Mistress admitted. Of course, I hadn't seen myself in a mirror at all in a month, so I had no idea what was going on.

"You see how the hair on her head is short, thick; almost white. That's not hair, it's porcine bristle. It's too stiff to be human hair. Yes, this sow is coming along well." The doctor boasted.

I dreaded to think how awful I looked now, but the idea of my slow but inevitable degradation was doing nothing but feeding my arousal. As was happening more and more, my cunt no longer seeped when I got excited, it gushed.

"Well, one thing's for sure, the sow seems to be enjoying her transformation." To my horror and delight, the doctor swept his gloved fingers through my cunt lips, coming away with a viscous jelly that dripped from his fingertips. "That is a bonus, as she will most like find these modifications particularly exciting, if she is keen on what has been done so far." The doctor lifted what appeared to be a mask to my face, and I immediately began to fade.

I had no idea how long I had been out, but it felt as though I had been lying in the same position for days. My bones felt stiff, and there was pain. The pain seemed to be coming from everywhere.

I tried moving but was stopped from doing so by a belt that held me firmly in place. I was on a plastic sheet, that seemed to be covering a mattress. I was also still in the basement. Looking around, I noticed that I was looking out between strips of bandages. My face! I panicked. What had that butcher done to my face? Hadn't they done enough with my tattoo and the nose ring, and then pulling my teeth?

My chest and belly hurt too, but it was a different sort of pain, more of a dull ache than a sharp pain. There was an I.V. running into my arm, or front leg if we're being serious here. My arms and hands had stopped being functional for anything other than a crude form of masturbation for a while.

"Well, look who's up." Jimmy, my nemesis of late, was hovering over me as I lay on the sticky plastic. "Woo-wee Piggy, y'all r gonna just love all the shit they did t'y'all this time." He chortled, bouncing back and forth from foot to foot.

I tried to speak, but all that emanated from my mouth was a slurping fart-like noise, that was unlike anything I had ever heard; the wettest most disgusting utterance that ever oozed from a fat woman's ass. The more I tried, the louder and more disgusting the noise, until I finally gave up.

"Y'all ain't gonna be doin' no more yapping with that maw." Jimmy chuckled.

Over the coming days, I was slowly nursed back to relative health. Even after several days, I was completely unaware of what exactly had been done to me. Finally, when I thought I was going to go stir crazy, the doctor reappeared.

"Well, Piggy. I think we can unstrap you, and get you out of these bandages. What do you say?" He asked, seriously. When the uncontrolled splatting of my attempted speech was his answer, he simply smiled. "Not much of a conversationalist, are you?" He joked.

Slowly, he unwrapped the bandages from my face, and I slowly felt my skin grow more and more slack as he did. My arms were still strapped down, so I was unable to raise my hands to my mouth, but as my tongue slowly inspected my mouth, I realized that it was loose and completely without tone.

"There we are. You see, I have removed all muscle control from your lower face, that, and I've pumped up your lips with about three hundred cc's of silicone. You still can move your lower jaw, and slurp up my slop, but speech is now completely impossible. I wasn't able to graft a pig's larynx into your throat. Instead, I made any noise you might make as disgusting as can be imagined. I see it has worked perfectly.

In my attempt to complain, I realized just how disgusting my voice now was. Without the bandages to muffle it, my complaints were so sharp and wet and so utterly shocking, that I stopped almost immediately.

"Wonderful!" He laughed heartily. "Of course, that isn't all I have done, my fat little sow. I was able to graft a sow's snout in place of that rather deformed nose you once sported. I can see from the suture line that it has taken perfectly to your marginally human face.

Shocked, and not very keen to hear the noises my face now made, I simply laid there and absorbed what he was describing. I can't say that I was resigned to it, but there wasn't any use in fighting what had already happened.

"Now for the best part, Piggy." Slowly, he began to remove the bandages that were covering me from my armpits to my legs. With each strip, he smiled a little wider, until when they were all pulled away, he stood and clapped with hands together. "I'll be god-damned." He spouted. "It actually worked."

This was something I could see. As I looked down, my once pendulous breasts were no more. At first, I thought the bastard had simply removed them, but it was far worse than that. Looking down my front, a series of teats lined each side of my chest and belly. A swell of fullness made each one seem ripe with milk, the teats distended and long, each pink with my own blood.

I couldn't help but allow a small amount of splattering from my face as I examined them, eight in all, protruding from my body.

His celebrations at an end, he slowly unfastened the straps that held me down to the plastic-covered mattress and eased me back onto my hands and knees. "I'm certain you want to see the new you, know don't you, you little humiliation pig?" He took down a mirror that hung near the stairs and brought it down so that I could see first-hand what he had done to my face.

The face, and I use the term loosely, was beyond hideous. My once lovely mouth that had kissed and loved so well, was now distorted into two huge sausage links that hung loosely from my face. The lower lip hung precipitously open, revealing my toothless lower jaw, the corners sagging lower than the middle like enormous jowls. The top lip had been rolled upward, exposing my gums, and my mouth had been extended halfway to my ears. The lip then sagged to meet the lower one in the most tragic sad expression one could possibly imagine. The center of the upper lip had been divided to meet the middle crease of the pig snout, attached permanently to the middle of my face.

Shock was too mild a word to describe what I was seeing in the mirror. Even though I knew it was my own face I was seeing, I couldn't help but be frightened by its appearance. It was the stuff of horror movies and nightmares.

"I know it's a shock, little sow, but in a few days' time, you'll be masturbating over the same things you're finding so hideous now." He led me away from the mirror, thankfully, and back to the mattress. If I never saw another mirror in all my life, it would be too soon. "Alright, sow, time to remove these sutures."

Unlike my last alterations, I had been kept sedated and immobilized long enough for the work to have healed. So, it was with at least some relief that I was released back to my sty. At least there, I could reside in relative seclusion. Certainly aware of how I looked, being penned like a sow in the mud, allowed me to come to terms with it in my own way.

Of course, now, as hideous as I was, I had become a bit of a circus freak. Mistress would invite some of her kinkier friends to witness what she had done to me, once a pretty girl from the city. She would share pictures of me as I once was and then as I slowly progressed to the creature I was now. As humiliating as it was, it was also titillating to know that these people were comparing me to Samantha, my old self, who had once played too loosely with her need for public nudity. It had all started there.

As the weather grew colder, and my hide grew thicker, I began to acclimate to it and being naked in it. I was also no longer afraid to sound my slapping flatulent voice, as my sagging lips quivered with the air moving through them. My teats had grown long with the slop that I was being fed, and as I grew ever fatter, my arms and legs were no longer long enough to keep my belly from dragging in the mud.

I was thankful that the doctor had chosen to leave my cunt alone. It was my once release from all of the hardship I had endured throughout my transition. He was right, of course. The very things that I found most hideous about me, were now a continuous source of arousal and fuel for masturbation.

Mistress would often laugh at me as I pleasured myself while she watched, knowing exactly what I was thinking. Of course, she no longer had anything to do with me sexually. I was as hideous to her as I was to anyone. Every once in a great while, she would reach down and play with my cunt from behind, but would always shudder in disgust once she realized what she was doing.

I had wintered well, as Mistress said. A small enclosed had been built for me that sat adjacent to my sty, that got me out of the coldest weather. By spring my entire body was a patchwork of white and brown spots, typical of the sows from which the grafts had been taken. The slop had done its job and I was almost too fat to move, although I still managed to crawl through the mixture of mud, piss and shit to slurp up my pig slop.

A Fetish Fair...

One day, Mistress seemed particularly excited. She had removed me from my sty and had cleaned me up as she had done for the doctor. For whatever reason, I didn't dread him coming as I had before. This, however, was not the reason for my spring washing.

"We're taking y'all to a fetish fair, Piggy. It's all the rage now, 'n you, my hideous sow, are gonna win me some prize money." She gushed. I remembered signing over everything I owned to her many months before, and I figured all that was probably gone by now. This was a good way for me to earn my keep, I supposed.

It was hard for me to even remember what I once looked like. If it wasn't for Mistress reminding me every now and then, I would most likely forget how pretty I once was.

I was loaded into a trailer that seemed like it was meant for livestock. I felt at ease as the truck lumbered along the highway, except for the large slots in the sides, which people seemed to be peeking through as they passed in their cars. I imagined all they saw was a large sow, probably on its way to the slaughterhouse or something. I got a tickle out of that thought.

We arrived at a large warehouse, and I assumed that it was in the city by the sound of traffic all around. It was a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. The back of the trailer opened up, and I was lead down the ramp and into a long dark hallway. I could hear other 'animals' as we passed what must have been their holding pens. Finally, we came to mine.

It was nothing but a small room with a bit of straw on the floor, so I felt right at home. Mistress left a bucket of slop in the corner, so I didn't waste time, sticking my snout into the liquid and sucking it in through my slackened face. The slop made a slithering sound as it passed through my extended mouth, my tongue guiding it into my gullet. It was a technique I had mastered out of necessity.

Full at last, I laid on my side, my fat spreading out before me like a puddle on the concrete floor. The straw provided little padding, but my hide was now so tough that I barely noticed. I'd been told that I smelled terrible, but I couldn't tell, so that was that. I got up once during the night to leave a pile of manure in the corner, my tail spreading it as Mistress had taught me to do. I think I may have pissed as well, but I rarely even notice that function anymore.

The following morning, Mistress arrived, all fresh and looking very well dressed. Holding her nose, she fastened a leash to my collar, and led me out into a now crowded hallway.

As I crawled along, everyone seemed to stare, as though I was the only freak there. I saw plenty of other altered women and men, although far more women than men, to be honest. None held a candle to what had been done to me.

I was beginning to tire when we finally reached what must be the display hall. There were stands where each 'creature' was to be exhibited, and I was no exception. The steps proved to be almost impossible for me, but I did manage with Jimmy's help, who simply pushed on my ass. He was lucky I had just shit, or he would have been wearing it.

As the pubic began to file in from one end of the hall, I got the first uneasy feeling. These were ordinary people, come to see a freak show, of which I seemed to be the star attraction. people were always gathered around my stand, and although careful, Mistress was liberal in showing them 'Samantha' on her phone.

Then came one of the most shocking moments of the show. As I looked down the line of people filing past the exhibits, a familiar face came into view. It was the only steady boyfriend I had ever had in my life. We had dated from the middle of eleventh grade until well after graduation, and had only broken up six months or so before my capture.

Mistress picked up on my nervousness. "See someone y'all know, Piggy?"

I splattered my response on the floor as the spittle drooled out of my horrid mouth, the sound starling a young couple who jumped at the sound.

"Well, 'spose it was gonna happen. We are in Boulder after all." Jimmy smirked.

Steven Farish grew closer and closer, and I knew there was no way that he would ever recognize me as I was now. But as he came to stand before my exhibit, Mistress decided to make me as uncomfortable as possible. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. As if something caught his eye, he came closer until he was only a foot from my hideous face. As if on cue, a long spindle of drool escaped my mouth, causing him to back away.

"Piggy here was quite a looker, 'fore all this were done to 'er." Mistress dug for her phone, causing me to erupt in a trumpeting blast of splatter and facial flatulence. I swear everyone in the place turned to look.

To my relief, Steven backed away at that point, undoubtedly frightened by my horrific display. Somehow, knowing that he had seen me like this made me ridiculously aroused, and so not only was I drooling from my mouth, I was also spewing jelly from my cunt.

"Y'all thought I was really gonna show 'im?" Mistress laughed. "That woulda ended our little game all of a sudden, now huh? Jeez. Lookit 'ya, droolin all over, front an' back. Ha!"

Suddenly, with each face that gawked at my ridiculous situation, I began to feel an uncontrollable urge to play. Was I brave enough, depraved enough, to masturbate in front of an entire hall full of people?

I flopped down off my hands and knees, my fat pooling onto the floor between my legs. As Mistress looked on in amusement, I laid back, putting my cunt on display for everyone to see. My fingers began to move back and forth over my lips and clitoris as I quickly came close to a crashing orgasm. People gathered around us as I did, and it was then I saw Steven returning for the show.

I was so close to coming, so many eyes watching my grotesque ugliness. As if lured in, Steven moved to the stand only a few feet from my spewing cunt. He seemed mesmerized, until the most horrific expression swept over his face.

I remembered at exactly the same time he had. The small crescent moon tattoo I had placed in the most inconspicuous place on my body, was suddenly all I could think of. It was his idea putting it there, between my cunt and my asshole. Until that very moment, I had forgotten all about it.

"Samantha!" He yelled, his face completely white with fear and anger. I tried to roll over, to escape this horrendous humiliation, but what I saw was Mistress and Jimmy running for all they were worth towards the exit.

Six Months Later...

It wasn't entirely unexpected what happened next, of course. The very fact that Steven was at the fetish fair, especially one of this variety, said a lot about him and what he had become.

He had always had a kink fetish about him, and he had encouraged my brazen exhibitionism when it was in its infancy. In fact, he had even accompanied me on a few adventures.