Piggification Stage 1: Shock and Denial
The first indication Brenda had that she had maybe partied too hard last night was when she opened her eyes and found herself staring right into a pig's asshole.
Oh crap! She thought. What the hell did I do last night?
And then it came back in a flash.
She had gone out bar hopping with her roommates. Around 1 am or so Sondra and Debbie had pooped out and were ready to call it a night, but Brenda wanted to keep going.
"See you tomorrow," Sondra had said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
The reason Brenda needed to keep going was that her share of the rent was due in two days, and she had no money to pay it. The roomies had let her slide the last couple of months, but they made it clear she had to cough it up soon. OK. She had a plan.
She knew of a bar close by where the clientele were always looking for women who were… let's say… up for new experiences. And were willing to pay them.
Brenda hated to resort to such tactics, but she was up against the wall, and being… well… a bit chunky and plain, she knew she had little chance to land a rich fella.
The joint had been jumping that night, and Brenda immediately saw her mark.
A very distinguished, bearded man in late middle age; she could tell he had money and education as soon as she saw him. What the hell was he doing here? Either one of three things.
1. He was newly widowed. 2. He was newly divorced. 3. He was into stuff that the wife wouldn't do on a bet.
As she was pondering the possibilities, and wondering how she might introduce herself, he spotted her. And their eyes locked.
"Come over here, my dear! Let me buy you a drink." he said.
"Sure thing!" This was going to be easier than she hoped.
"I feel like celebrating. How about some champagne?"
"S..sure! Sounds good to me!"
"Barkeep, a Magnum of Cristal, if you please!"
"Excellent choice, Sir! Right away!"
Brenda was too shocked by how well this was going already to catch a quick look from the bartender toward her new friend.
"Let me introduce myself, my dear. My name is Moreau. Doctor Moreau."
"Why, HELLO, Doctor! I'm Brenda!" Brenda offered her hand. He KISSED it! WOW! She had a LIVE one! If she played her cards right, this guy might not only pay her rent, he might pay off her student loans!
"What brings you to a place like THIS, Doctor?" she had to know.
"Well, my dear, it's simple. I have a penchant for dating… ahem… LARGER ladies, you might say. And that isn't really done in my social circles. It's RIDICULOUS, but that's how things are. I'm sorry if I offended you. You look LOVELY to me."
"Oh… I know how that goes," said Brenda. And she did. This wouldn't be the first chubby chaser she had hooked up with. But he looked like the RICHEST.
"Please! Have some champagne! I have a feeling this will be a magic night for us!"
Oh, HELL Brenda thought. If he's buying…
The rest of the night was sort of a blur. From the way her head was throbbing, she had been roofied at some point in the evening. She knew enough to keep an eye on her drink, but looking back, that bartender had been a bit dodgy. Drugging her didn't seem to make any sense, though. She had sent out every signal that she was ready to put out that night.
WOW! That stuff must have been POWERFUL! Her whole BODY felt funny… like she couldn't move it right…
"Good MORNING, my dear! I see you're AWAKE! SPLENDID! We have much to DISCUSS!"
Brenda tried to answer him, but couldn't seem to find her voice. What the hell did they DOPE her with, anyway?"
"Oh, don't try to talk YET, Dear. Everything will be clear to you shortly!
"Firstly, you may wonder why you are lying in a PIGSTY. Did we maybe get up to some kinky role-play last night? The answer is no. We didn't 'do the nasty,' as you youngsters say. I did, however, take the liberty of doing some… er… reconstructive SURGERY on you… to render you more appealing to a man of my… discerning tastes."
What the F__K!? What kind of psycho did I hook up with? thought Brenda, with a rapidly increasing sense of dread.
"The reason you are in a pigsty is simple, my dear Brenda. You are now a PIG."
Okay, this is too weird, thought Brenda. This guy is DEFINITELY not playing with a full deck. I've got to LEAVE. NOW.
Wait. Why can't I stand up?
"Why can't you stand up? you might be thinking. But, my sweet, pretty sow, you ARE standing up! On four lovely, sturdy legs! Just THINK! No more backaches! No more chances of tripping and falling down! You will live a life of luxury in my barn for the rest of your life!"
No. This is not happening. I'm having a nightmare… a hallucination… this guy's hypnotized me… there has to be a logical explanation.
"I see you still don't believe me! I don't blame you. They never do. It's a lot to process. Well, I guess you have to see for yourself. Here's a mirror. Have a look at yourself.
Brenda was puzzled. There was nothing reflected in that mirror but PIGS. One in particular was looking right AT her. Funny. It had a snout… pointy pig ears… but… it had human hair. Like hers. And human EYES. That looked like hers. That… blinked when she blinked. The pig's mouth opened stupidly…
"That is YOU, my dear. In all your glory! From this day on, that is YOU!"
No. NO. NO! It's a trick mirror! That can't be ME! It's not POSSIBLE!
"Oh, it's not the MIRROR," said Moreau, knowing her thoughts. "Take a look at your new little TROTTERS! You'll be scampering along on them through the straw and the mud in NO time!"
And Brenda looked down her snout (her SNOUT?) to see two stubby little legs where her arms should have been. With trotters on the end. Scrabbling in the dirt and straw.
At this point Moreau had maneuvered her so she was standing in front of another mirror, which she could see reflected in the first mirror.
She had two more stubby legs in back. And a big, round pig's ass. With a curly little tail.
"Your TAIL is the CUTEST, don't you think? I must say I've outdone myself with you, Brenda! Oh, well have WONDERFUL times together, you and me! You'll see! You'll come to LOVE it!"
NO! I've got to get HELP! Brenda thought. I've… I've got to… to SCREAM! NOW!
"WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!"
And then Brenda knew. It was real. It was happening. She had just squealed like a.. pig. She WAS... a… pig.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
