The hardest part seemed to be that there was no cause. One instant, she had a beautiful healthy baby, the next, she didn’t. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, the doctors had called it. Nothing anyone could do – just something that happens sometimes. It just seemed wrong to Karen, that there was no warning, that a healthy baby could be so vulnerable to the capriciousness of nature. She continued stroking her large, firm orb as she wandered out onto the porch.
Karen had relocated to her uncle’s farm to have the baby, since she thought the clean air would be good for her son. She had spent a lot of time on the farm throughout her life, as her parents wanted to instill a strong work ethic in her so she wouldn’t grow up spoiled. It wasn’t much to look at these days, as Uncle Jeff had been paid to let his land lie fallow by the government for the last few years. The only agriculture there now was a small herd of swine, which Karen was minding while Jeff was away helping her brother build a house in California. Numbly, she went out to the barn to feed the animals.
The pervasive smell of pig poop filled her nostrils. As she looked around the sty, she saw a horrible sight. One of the sows, the one that had just farrowed, was lying on her side with a vacant look in her eyes, and flies on her snout. Six of her seven piglets tugged on her teats, but it was obvious nothing was coming out. The fat sow was dead. She pushed a lock of her long blonde hair out of her eyes and struggled to keep from crying.
It took Karen a few minutes to compose herself, but she knew that she had to move the body away from the healthy pigs. She couldn’t let it fester in the pen. She moved the live pigs into the auxiliary pen, and pulled on a pair of gloves. She winced at the pathetic squeals of the motherless piglets.
Karen grunted, struggling with the huge carcass. She pulled the poor dead sow out behind the barn, and fell down on top of her, exhausted. She felt the enormous, tense fat of the beast’s body against her own, the welcoming, obese body of a sow that those squealing piglets would never again be comforted by. They were orphans, Karen realized, as she lay panting on the fruitful, fulfilling bulk that they would be denied. The woman could tell what comfort this mother had given her children, even through the difference of species. She felt a desire in herself to snuggle up against this brutish sow, and nuzzle her and be comforted by her like a little piglet. She felt an overwhelming, human grief for the poor pig. Why did she have to die?
She curled up beside the repulsive fat sow, and found her teary-eyed face inches from a swollen teat. Instinctively, she took the dug in her mouth and sucked, trying to draw comfort from the brute like the piglets had. The teats were dry – no one would be comforted at this bosom again. Shaking herself out of her melancholy, she thought about what she should do. She wanted to bury the sow, but it had been all she could do to push her here. She’d need equipment, the mechanical lifter and a trencher, if she wanted to give the pig her final rites.
Karen’s mind wandered back to the motherless piglets in the barn. Fate had stolen their mother, as it had stolen her baby. She and those piglets had something in common. She drug herself back into the sty, to the agitated piglets. Her eyes fell upon the poor, struggling beasts with exquisite pity. Suddenly things clarified for Karen, like a fog fading off a river in the sun. They had been given to each other, these pigs and she, in their time of mutual grief. There was something in her power to do for them, and she would do it. She crawled over to the baby swine, and pulled off her shirt, discarding it on the fence of the sty. Her fingers trembling, she unhooked her bra, letting her extravagant breasts bounce free here in the barn. She hung her bra over her shirt, and moved over to the squealing animals. She knew the familiar stink of their mother covered her. Her glorious breasts overflowed with milk. She desperately wanted to share that with them, to feed and nurse them like her own babies.
Karen lay down on her side, and pulled a fat, pink piglet over to her full, round breast. She squeezed her stiff nipple, and a few droplets of rich milk trickled out. The piglet smelled the milk, and immediately nosed around its source, licking. She guided his moist snout to her nipple, and felt her heart skip as the hog began to suckle her, nursing on her beautiful breast. The pleasure of nursing her own baby flooded back to her, and the cute pink piglets suddenly became the dearest things in the world to her. She pulled a second hog over, and let him explore the big, nurturing orb. Soon, the two piglets were greedily nursing her extravagant boobs. The six other swine began to nose around her, realizing what she had to offer. Karen felt a sudden wash of sadness, that she didn’t have the multiple teats of a sow, to feed her litter simultaneously. Still, she resolved, she wouldn’t let any of them want for a drop – she’d nurse them all until they were full. The snorting and sucking of her first two beautiful baby pigs got her attention again, as she enjoyed the sensation of the animals nursing. They had both grown bolder; tugging on her gorgeous nipples with their weak, wet snouts, distending them outward. Karen felt ecstatic. She laid back, luxuriating in the warm, maternal feeling.
The substitute sow did not arise from her pen the next morning. The mother sow’s odor still covered her, reassuring her new charges. She wanted to nurse them a few more times while she smelled this way, like a pig, so they would be comfortable suckling her afterwards. She quietly decided that these piglets would be hers, and she would nurse them all to adulthood. All seven piglets would grow fat and happy on her beautiful breasts, and learn to think of her as their mother. She would shower after they knew her breasts for the porcine nurturement they were.
It was late in the afternoon before Karen tore herself away from her piglets to wash the muck and grime and pig odor off of herself. She had nursed them all fourteen times, and her glorious breasts were quite sore. Her human baby had never nursed so much, nor pulled so hard. She was not dissuaded though – far from it, the pain in her breasts only made her want to nurse the swine more. As she washed the mud out of her soft blonde hair, she relished the unexpected fulfillment that she had thought she would never feel again. Karen and her generous breasts had found their purpose again – she was to be a mother to pigs.
Karen went out to move the dead sow for the last time. As she started the lifter, she felt the desire to smell like the sow again, for the piglets. Nimbly, she stripped off all her clothing and pushed the enormous sow herself, dragging the fat beast she was replacing to her grave. Karen rubbed her whole beautiful body across the fat pig, writhing her full thighs and relatively thin waist against the appealing porcine bulk. Her full breasts squished against the sow, as the beautiful young woman rubbed every inch of her naked body against the dead sow. She pressed her leaking boobs against the dry, dead teats of the hog. When at last she was satisfied with her odor, she committed the obese sow to the ground, and buried her fat corpse. Then she practically ran back to the sty, the stink of pig thick upon her.
She threw herself on the ground, pig dung squishing into her flowing blonde hair. Karen didn’t care – it was just a minor occupational hazard for mothering swine. Besides, the more pig poop her body and hair were smeared with, the more she resembled a true sow to her young charges.
As she spent the day lazily nursing, Karen thought of herself almost becoming a mother sow, these piglets’ mother sow. She realized that she was comfortable with the title ‘sow’, and felt it suited her better than any other she had ever had. Pushing her blonde locks out of her face, she adjusted the hog tugging at her full left breast – her sow’s teat, as far as Karen was concerned. She wanted to be these pigs’ mother more than anything.
The next two weeks went like the first two days. Her piglets nursed almost twenty times a day. With only two breasts and thinner skin, Karen almost always felt soreness in the perfect round orbs. She wiped the thick, creamy milk away from her son’s snout. She grunted with pride, and stroked the forehead of another piglet sucking her big round boob. She was surprised at how much time she spent nursing. Practically her whole day was given to suckling piglets. Obviously, she only had one breast for four pigs, but nursing humans was not the complete lifestyle that nursing pigs was. She did more than suckle them, running them around and playing with them, and washing them clean when they got too dirty.
She never spent less than sixteen hours a day in the barn with her piglets, and frequently slept with them there, too. She found her infrequent showers and trips into town becoming even more rare, and she brought a portable refrigerator and a blanket out to the pigpen so that she wouldn’t have to leave as often. In all her time there, she never questioned the strangeness of her actions, or begrudged her piglets a minute of her time. She was useful here, and her purpose heartened her and drove her on.
Two months later, and she had adapted well to living in the pigpen. Karen was nursing as usual, her beautiful adopted piglets fighting over who got to suckle her glorious breasts first. She loved her piglets, and wished again that she had a teat for each of them. One bit down hard on her soft pink nipple, jerking back as he feasted on her milk. She grunted at the sudden slight pain, but she was used to it – they were all stronger now, and could pull fairly hard. She could only expect animals to be a little violent with her tender human breasts – it was how they’d nurse a real sow, after all. And deep down, she enjoyed it a little rough. It just meant that they were as excited as she was. She thought again that she made an excellent sow. She had started training them to eat from the trough, but her heart really wasn’t in it. She loved nursing too much to give it up.
After the feeding, Karen waddled after her piglets on all fours, watching them frolic and play. She looked around, almost thoughtlessly, then relaxed her bowels and added her own poop to the sty. She had been with the pigs for so long that it seemed like the natural thing to do. Besides, it saved her a trip to the lavatory.
Some of the pigs took notice of her filth. She walked near the swine, in case they wanted to smell her dirty butt. Of course, they did; pressing their moist snouts into her filthy ass, sniffing and licking. It thrilled her that she was so popular among the pigs, just for doing a minor thing like pooping. She would have to thoroughly smell her comrades’ butts in return. Karen decided to start with the boars, putting her beautiful face near a stinking, brown butthole. She inhaled deeply, teasing it with her nose and face. In reward, the big boar farted in her face. She squealed in sudden, happy surprise, enjoying the stench filling her nostrils. It dawned on Karen that his stench was unique, and that she might be able to tell pigs apart by how their poop smelled. She accepted her lesson, sniffing and snorting against the boar’s ass. She wished fleetingly that hers was as big. It dawned on her later how much like a pig she’d been acting. It didn’t embarrass her – it was just a surprise. She was ‘going native’ – identifying more with the good natured pigs she spent all her time with, and less with the human race.
She slept in the sty that night, as she had taken to doing. Her back was pressed up against that of an enormous boar, and her piglets curled up next to her underbelly and breasts. She was on her side, so that any piglets who woke up hungry could nurse easily without trying to wake her first. They always did, of course, but Karen didn’t mind the interrupted sleep. It was easy to doze back off with the comforting feeling of nursing. As she snuggled up against the warmth of the boar, she felt one of her piglets shove his snout into her sexy rear, sniffing. She was glad she had pooped out here in the sty today. She preferred having the musky smell on her when she was with her babies. She smiled happily as her baby settled down for the night, his wet snout still pressed against her dirty ass. She farted for him, and he snuggled up comfortably.
Karen never pooped indoors anymore, choosing always to relieve herself like a pig. She liked it when her butt smelled, as it increased her prestige among the pigs. The opinions of the swine mattered a great deal to her. Her piglets were getting bigger, and she felt a little bad that she had neglected switching them to solid food for so long. She was surprised at how much she loved mothering, raising and training her children, feeding and playing with them. It wasn’t boring to her, day in and day out – it felt right. She had brought a space heater into the barn, just in case – but the weather here was mild year round, and she didn’t expect that she’d need it. The pigs provided plenty of warmth for each other.
She had been a mother to pigs for almost four months. She was a little embarrassed that the plumping piglets were still nursing – she should really have weaned them long ago. That day, she had made one of her rare forays into town, to buy supplies and groceries. She hated how much pretense she had to put on for mixing with people – it was much easier to be with the pigs. There, she could just be herself. It was raining hard, and she’d just moved everything into the barn.
As she finished putting everything away, Karen noticed with some dismay that her piglets were caught out in the driving rain. A sudden pang of protectiveness welled up in her, and the substitute sow dashed out the door and into the yard. The smart thing to do would be to hurry them all into the barn, but Karen was filled with a different feeling. She tore off her shirt and bra almost without thinking. Racing to where her babies waddled in the mud, she dropped to all fours, staining the knees on her jeans and her hands in the mud, as the rain poured down onto her back and hair. Piglets should be able to hide under the belly of their mother, burying their heads between the sow’s teats for protection from the elements. She was that sow.
She had largely fallen on top of one of her shoats, who quickly recognized the shelter for what it was. He snorted, nuzzling against her perfect breasts. The other piglets followed suit, and soon eight snorting heads were nestled under her motherly warmth and refuge. One of the little darlings reached up and suckled at her breast, greedily taking his meal. Karen sighed in contentment at the activity under her, as the rain drove down against her bare skin and drenched her flaxen hair and jeans. She stayed like that for hours, lost in her reverie as a shelter for swine, until the rain began to slack off.
She grunted with satisfaction as she felt the slight warmth of the sun on her cold, wet back as the drizzle continued to fall. Still, it was dry enough for her babies, and half of the piglets went to root in the thick new mud. Two of the remaining pigs took her breasts in their snouts, and glutted themselves on her rich feminine milk. They were getting stronger, and could pull her nipples out quite a ways as they suckled, before her breasts bounced back to their normal form. She sighed contentedly as her babies nursed her. After they were done, the remaining two took their turn. The rain had reduced to a light mist now, and Karen was tempted to flop onto her side, but she remained standing, unwilling to interrupt her piglets for even the moment it would take her to roll over.
After the last piglet finished, Karen allowed herself to contemplate how she had just spent the entire afternoon. She had raced out into the muck to behave like a sow when there was an easy alternative available that was just as good. Why did she choose to get drenched instead of just bringing her babies into the sty? Why had she instinctively performed a sow’s duties, as though she were incapable of a woman’s? Karen was wet and cold, and her hands and knees hurt. Her outfit was filthy, both her pants and the shirt and bra she had discarded into the mud. She struggled to her feet, unused to a standing posture after so long on the ground, and achingly retrieved her top. She wandered into the house to dry off and start the laundry.
Karen contemplated her behavior carefully. It surprised her how proud she was of it. She had done for her piglets precisely what a sow should do. Did she identify with mother pigs so much, that she measured her conduct by them, instead of a woman’s behavior? She knew that she was proud of being an honorary mother sow, but this seemed to go above and beyond. Wasn’t it enough that she nursed them on human breasts?
She realized with a shock that nursing wasn’t enough anymore. She had to give her babies everything a sow would give them. Everything.
When Uncle Jeff returned, he brought her brother, David, and his wife Samantha. David’s house was finished, and they were eager to see Karen and the baby. They were shocked to find the young mother out in the sty, naked, being nursed by pigs. Karen looked up, startled – but surprised to find that she was not embarrassed. As they questioned her, it all came out: the death of her precious child, the death of the sow, Karen’s attempt to do something motherly for the orphaned pigs, her gradual slide into pig-like behavior. Then they smiled at Karen with something she hadn’t expected – understanding.
Samantha, who had been quiet during the story, spoke up. “Karen, I work with genetics, and mutating DNA code – I think I can help you, if you want to be a mother sow.” Samantha was a scientist, an applied genetics researcher out at UCLA. Karen liked her well enough, but didn’t really know her – she had married Karen’s brother after he had moved out to California. Karen listened, not really understanding, as Samantha described a process of transforming a person into a pig. Numbly, she nodded.
It didn’t take long for David and Samantha to go and return from California with the needed supplies. The two women were sitting out in the barn, looking at Karen’s ‘other’ family. She smiled at Karen. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll be well taken care of. And you’ll always be a sow, just like you want.” Karen smiled back, nervous but excited.
“What are we waiting for?” she asked with more gusto than she felt. Samantha grinned from ear to ear, and brought the first needle near.
“Relax, sweetie,” her scientist friend assured, “you’ll be a glorious specimen of a pig in no time!” Before Karen had time to argue, Samantha plunged the needle into her beautiful butt. She didn’t feel anything at first, other than the pinprick, but then a tingly sensation washed over her body. She felt a twitching at her backside, and looked in stupefied awe at the wriggly little tail that was growing out above her butt.
“That’s… that’s my tail!” she said in wonder, as Samantha smiled at her, administering the other injections. Karen looked down at her body in appreciation, feeling three more pairs of breasts flower and grow out across her belly, each new nipple blushing pink. She fondled the new, growing orbs, squeezing them until she saw milk trickle from a new nipple. She was so relieved, that she would finally have enough boobs! As she touched them, her fingers began to stiffen, taking on the characteristics of hooves. She felt herself growing rounder, plumper, as she became more pig like.
Karen squealed happily as she felt her nose turn up, growing out and merging with her mouth to make a perfect snout. Her ears flopped over, long and pointed, and her bottom incisors pushed out as little tusks. Her neck turned up, leveling her like a quadruped, and she found her arms and legs – well, now just her legs – had shrunk to allow her to stand comfortably like a pig. She squealed happily as her hooves stiffened, her squat legs fattening to complement her huge belly. In short order, the transformation ended, leaving Karen as a hefty sow.
“If you’re just working through your grief, I can turn you back when you’re done,” Samantha said. “If you’re not, well… these are lucky pigs, to have a friend like you. Karen grunted happily.
She was a sow – a real sow, just like she wanted. She realized suddenly that her front teats were unusual. Twisting around to catch a glimpse of them, Karen realized why – they were still big, round, perfect human breasts, crowned with a soft pink human nipple. And it wasn’t just her original breasts – all six of her new teats were the same. They were slightly smaller than her original generous bosom, but they still looked like two rows of big, soft human breasts hanging from the plump underbelly of a hefty sow. She squealed happily, tossing her blonde hair. This was perfect! Her beautiful squealing babies waddled over to her, drawn to the unchanged, inviting orbs that were all they saw her for. Karen flopped onto her side and oinked happily, her boobs bouncing, encouraging her brood to nurse her for the first time as a pig. Her shoats quickly all took a nipple in their snouts, and soon all seven were sucking away at her glorious femininity, their tusks grazing her vulnerable, feminine breasts. Karen grunted in contentment. It felt wonderful to be nursing her whole litter at once. She loved the feel of all the insistent snouts inaugurating her new life as a sow. She felt complete. She was a blonde pig with boobs. As unnatural as it sounded, it felt right to the busty hog.
She was overjoyed to find that her boobs were no less sensitive to the feeding of her young. She did not want to be inundated to the small pain her love afforded. The bloated sow was glad that she had been allowed to retain human breasts. They made her fat body perfect, and unique. The blonde sow squealed in joyful gratitude, as her shoats tugged on her sensitive nipples, treating them like those of any other pig.
Karen enjoyed getting into the feel of her new body. She had been living in the sty for some time, but actually being a pig made everything new and exciting. She thanked Samantha profusely, then waddled around, taking everything in and showing off for the other pigs she had become friends with.
As she watched one of her babies relieve himself, Karen felt the urge to make herself smell more like the animal she was. She defecated for the first time as a pig, right there in the middle of the floor. It felt good to do it, right. Like a pig. It felt good to have her sow sisters’ snouts pressed against her dirty ass as well. She grunted and squealed in encouragement, and farted loudly.
The plump sow was glad that she smelled like a pig in her own right, her own unique odor. No more would she come away with the reflected smell of some other pig. She didn’t miss her sexy human butt; her massive sloping pig ass suited her. The vast thing was one of her favorite features of her new body. She looked forward to pooping again in the sty, and exploring her new herds’ excretory odors. With an ass as large as Karen’s, she’d be able to poop quite a bit. She sniffed at the small stool her baby had just deposited.
The fat blonde sow wandered over to the glass Samantha had brought to examine herself, to appreciate herself for who she truly was. She observed with pride her perfect sow’s torso, hefty and squat just like a pig’s should be. Underneath hung her eight enormous human breasts, hanging low from her heavy body between her squat, hooved legs. Above, she looked into her crystal blue eyes and vaguely human shaped, if flattened, face behind the large snout, her floppy pink ears sticking out of her flowing blonde locks. Her hair seemed untamed, and out of place on a pig such as herself, but Samantha had promised to help her care for it. She examined her flatter head, her bulging sides, her cute corkscrew tail above her massive porcine buttocks. She was a vision, to either pig or man. She was grateful to Samantha for making her such a wonderful specimen of a pig. She was comfortable in this new body, and she looked forward to her life as a fat mother sow.
She didn’t come in the house much anymore – she preferred the sty. She enjoyed visiting with her human relatives, but only when they joined her among the pigs. Jeff had made arrangements for caring for the pig – she was happy to give him her human wealth, in exchange for being cared for as a sow. Karen had always been something of a recluse – as far as the world was concerned, she was just withdrawn from life. Outsiders didn’t suspect that she was reveling in a new life.
Karen was trotting around, playing with her adopted children. She slowed, getting winded, as she saw a large boar watching her intently, clearly aroused. She stared appreciatively at the big dick hanging between the boar’s legs. She wanted it inside her primally. The sow squealed coquettishly, her heart thudding in anticipation. Her babies were over six months old – in a few months, they’d be fully grown. She desperately wanted to give birth to more piglets, and start the mothering process over again. He came over, sniffing under her tail as she presented herself. It didn’t take much coaxing to get him on her back, thrusting hard at the sexy blonde sow. She squealed, surprised at how much more fulfilling sex was as a pig instead of a human. She reached her orgasm as he did, and received his baby-making juices with glee.
A year later, the blonde sow grunted in ardor as a massive boar pumped into her, causing her huge, perfect breasts to shake. She loved having sex as a pig, and enjoyed it for its own sake, as well as to get pregnant. Nearby, her litter of piglets – her own piglets, not adopted swine – frolicked happily, unaware that their mother was busy making siblings for them. She squealed in ecstasy as her lover filled her, hopefully making her pregnant again. She couldn’t wait for more of the beautiful, squealing piglets to devote herself to like the mother sow she was. Her boar farted with his efforts, snorting as he fertilized the sow.
After her passions cooled, Karen wandered around, attending her business as a breeding sow. Despite her multiple litters and near constant nursing, her enormous breasts had not started to sag. She was constantly nursing, and usually pregnant – as with her first litter, she was reluctant to wean her babies.
Samantha had woven the fat sow’s blonde locks into a braided pony-tail. More like a piggy-tail, the sow mused cheerfully. It made it easier to go about her business that way, since she lacked the hands to push loose locks out of her face. The scientist had stayed, observing the brood sow and learning more about her procedure. Karen was happy to help her advance science in exchange for her porcine life. She waddled over to her brood, flopping down on her side to feed them, her heavy boobs bouncing with the motion. They came over eagerly, thirsty after their adventures.
The fat smelly sow snorted as one of her piglets bit down on a nipple and tugged, distending her breast like he intended to tear it off. She snorted at the flash of pain, feeling the usual jolt of pleasure at being manhandled by hungry swine, and raised her head from the ground, a bit of poop sticking to her matted blonde hair. The sow didn’t even try to avoid staining it. In fact, she kind of liked it mussed. She farted, and twitched her tail, shooing the flies that congregated around her huge poop-stained butt. She sighed in contentment, in love with life.
Some months later, the obese sow found herself standing out in the rain, her piglets’ heads buried between her big round boobs. These were about the only times that her hair, or any of her, got washed. She was quite pregnant, and her massive belly limited the space under her. It was slacking off, and she looked forward to moving her stiff joints. She loved doing this for her babies, as it reminded her of the day she had decided she needed to become a sow. She hadn’t known at the time that it would be physically possible, but she was proud that her form had been able to follow her function. The sun peeked out, warming her back nicely. A few of her children began to spread out, enjoying the day, while others continued to nurse her.
She loved feeling her babies snuffling around under her, exploring and tugging at her full round breasts. The fat breeding sow loved her new life, and had never once regretted it. While no one would ever replace her first baby, her beautiful baby pigs filled the hole in her heart. If she had felt her first happiness as a mother, she felt her wonderful purpose as a sow. She tossed her blonde locks, and then nuzzled at her plump baby, lost in the contentment of being a pig.
After they finished nursing, Karen wandered back into the barn to get something to eat. She noticed a boar eyeing her, clearly in the mood. She wiggled her sexy pig ass at the horny boar. It would be recreational sex – she was already very pregnant – but she liked making love just for the sake of making love. Besides, it would warm her up from the cold afternoon in the rain.
She didn’t miss being a rich woman at all. Being a stinking, fat hog suited her so much better, now that she had babies. She only wished that all women could end up as lucky as she. Karen farted as Jeff filled the trough, paying no mind to her or her enormous fat ass. She was happy now, as a fat breeding sow.