Hooves for Hands
Originally posted on DeviantArt on May 31 2019
(woman to pig transformation)
Naomi thought it would be a good summer job. The farm needed some able-bodied young workers, and the pay was good. She loved animals, and it seemed like a valuable experience to have before going off to college – which was an experience she was a bit more ambivalent about. Naomi was hired readily, and moved in to her dorm-like quarters with the other summer help – like her, all recent graduates who had not yet decided what they would do with their lives.
And it was what she hoped. Hard work, but clean living, plenty of time outdoors, lots of contact with animals, and good food in abundance. Naomi liked her summer coworkers, too; by coincidence all ten of them were women. The farm was family-owned and well run, with a diversity of crop and livestock operations and a number of permanent assistants. Everything seemed to be going well for the farm, except for a recent bout of swine flu which had gone through the hog population, killing off a significant number of sows. The staff seemed quite eager to replace them.
Naomi assumed that they would just buy more; or hold back piglets from their current litters until the population was restored. All in all, it was a reasonable assumption to make. But as it turned out, she was very wrong.
Two weeks into her summer job, Naomi was out in the fields, and was instructed to take some extra rope into the barn where the other girls were working. As she entered, she heard a lot of frantic squealing – was something agitating the hogs? But when she came in, she got the shock of her life. The other girls were writhing around on the floor, squealing pathetically, as they fattened and burst out of their clothes. Pretty faces had been stretched into long snouts, and rows of teats hung on fat bellies behind their more normal-looking breasts. All of their hands and feet had fused into pig hooves, and coiled tails twitched above their massive new butts. Naomi dropped the rope, her mouth hanging open in shock. Another girl – a blonde named Arissa – shook her head, causing both her elongated ears and hair to sway crazily. As she opened her mouth to squeal, the pig-to-be caught sight of Naomi, and tried clumsily to waddle towards her.
Naomi sank to her knees, hands shaking as she touched the thick, warm flesh of the massive creature that had recently been an ordinary girl. How could this be? Her colleague was practically a sow! With her arms around the beast’s neck, she felt it swell, bringing her enlarged, flattened head in line with her back. The animal’s eyes grew dim and piggy, and even her blonde tresses started to fall out.
Naomi tried to ask the pig-in-the-making what had happened; how she might be able to reverse it. But the sow-to-be could only squeal, bereft of her former human voice. Soon, her limbs shrank fully to fit her frame, and her plump boobs withered into two more little pig teats. She put on another fifty or so pounds, her body growing longer, and soon, she was just an ordinary sow. As Naomi looked up, she realized that all of the girls had completed their transformation. The new swine were shaking their heads, and waddling about awkwardly among the rags that had been their clothes. Clothes that the fat pigs would never need again. Several of the others struggled to trot over to Naomi, unused to their much different limbs.
The poor girl looked from pig to pig, scarcely able to recognize the animals that only an hour ago, had been young women with their lives ahead of them. One of the swine nuzzled against her arm, the tip of her snout both warm and wet. Naomi raised her hand and put it on the sow’s flat head, thinking it was Jerri, another girl bound for college after the summer. But as she caught sight of her own hand, she gasped.
Her fingers were changing, the middle ones swollen and capped with hard keratin, and the outer ones were dwindling and turning under, becoming dew claws. Her thumbs were little more than nubs on the sides. Whipping her hands up, she looked from one to the other, seeing them transform in slow motion. “Oh, boy. I think I might really be in trouble now,” she breathed, her voice carrying more than a hint of a squeal. Flexing what was left of her fingers, she contemplated her options for escape with the clumsy things.
Backing away from the newly transformed pigs, she stumbled, realizing that her feet were as deformed as her hands. Her shoes fell off, unable to contain her new hooves. Naomi did a quick check of her body, discovering that she now had a curly tail, welts running down her tummy in long rows, and larger, floppy ears sticking out of her hair. And her nose had turned up, blunting and stretching into a perfect pig’s snout. She ran her tongue around her mouth, feeling her new tusks with it. “Fuck,” she tried to say, but only a loud squeal came out. Looking back at her hands, she realized that they too were now fully hooves. She was still mostly a beautiful girl, but her hands, feet, and voice had completely changed.
Naomi was mulling over her dwindling options when the pigs around her turned and looked up as the door opened, and the owner and a few of the permanent farmhands came in. They laughed jocularly, pointing to the small herd of sows before them and the changing girl. Naomi tried to squeal to get their attention, but it became obvious they were not interested in helping her. “Getting the hands first always keeps them from getting away,” the owner said cheerfully.
Naomi squealed and grunted as she realized that she had been used; that they were replacing their lost sows with her own beautiful flesh. Her body would soon grow to match her well-formed hooves. And indeed, she too transformed like her friends, fattening until her clothes tore off, her head and limbs changing, her modest little breasts coarsening into teats, her hair falling out. All too quickly, she too was an ordinary sow. A breeding sow. And like her coworkers, she was soon put to a boar as a fertile new addition to the farm.
They adapted well; life in the pigsty was easy, and as they discovered, the sex was quite enjoyable. Even the food matched their new tastes, and was offered in abundance. Some of the pigs struggled with the notion of being breeding sows for a while, but Naomi came around sooner than most of them, settling into the routines of her new life. All of them would produce many litters of piglets for their new owners, and no longer faced any uncertainty or ennui about their future. The sows knew what they were, and where they belonged.
The next week, another group of lively girls were hired, tending the fat, grunting pigs they didn’t yet realize were their equals. But soon, they too would discover their destiny as contented breeding sows. As would many more, until the farm again reached its quota of swine.
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