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Thrust It Out (woman to pig transformation)

“Yeah, baby, thrust it out! Thrust it out like you’re proud of it! Let me see it wiggle.” “I can’t believe this is what turns you on.” “Don’t get me wrong, honey, I love your sweet buns too, like everybody else. But your tail just makes it sublime!”

This is the one hundred and thirty-second of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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It’s Really Happening Originally posted on DeviantArt on March 31 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

Oh, my gosh, it’s working! It’s really happening! That witch really knew what she was talking about! I can already smell so much better – finding truffles will be child’s play for me! Oh, I need to get my clothes off – because in a couple minutes, I’ll be a pig!

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Penned In Originally posted on DeviantArt on March 17 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

Kaylee recovered slowly, her head still spinning. Had… had something been put in her drink? But something certainly smelled awful. And there was a pervasive noise… animals grunting? Slowly, she became aware that she was in a barn. And her companions were pigs.

Kaylee groaned as she sat up, her eyes adjusting. What the hell happened? Why was she here? She looked around at all of the fat, grunting swine. Their foul smell made her nose wrinkle. They were waddling about in their pen, pushing against each other. They were disgusting animals. But… but some strange feeling, like a guitar string plucked deep in her body, made her feel a sudden… sympathy for them? Kinship with them? The precise emotion made little sense to her.

The brunette beauty tried to stand, but it made her dizzy. Breathing heavily, she tried to get a hold of herself, and calm her spinning and terrified mind. Who had brought her here? She had… she had met a guy, in the bar. A hick. She’d blown off his clumsy overtures, and insulted him, to ensure that he’d get the hint and leave her alone. Kaylee had tried too many times in the past to let someone down gently, only for them not to take the hint, so she had to be ruthless. And he’d backed off, but he hadn’t left the bar. Did he have access to her drink, while she was dancing? She had no memory of anything between then and now. Kaylee sniffled, looking around at all the pigs. Her eyes must have been adjusting, because she could perceive them better now. Or… no… not sight… was it… could she smell them better? That didn’t make any sense…

Kaylee looked around the barn. She appeared to be trapped, although that was more from disorientation than anything else. She wasn’t tied up. Or even in the actual pen, with the other pigs. The pigs, rather. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog that was confusing her. She looked at all the meaty hogs jostling around. A lot of them were looking at her, with interest. And one boar… how did she know he was a boar? One boar caught her eye. She felt an immediate, electric connection with him. Almost like when she fell in love, except she was just looking at some pig. But he obviously felt it too. And she noticed under him, a long, thin, tapering penis, coiling out of its sheath and dripping fluid on the ground. The boar was looking at her, and he was aroused.

The penis looked terribly strange. The reddish tube twisted at the end like a drill bit, and as it sprung in and out of the sheath, it turned. She swallowed dryly, imagining that thing burrowing into her with machine-like efficiency. Tears traced down Kaylee’s cheeks, and she turned away from her stymates, back to the fence, and sniffled. But her sobs sounded like… was she making grunting sounds, too? Like the other pigs? No, not the ‘other’ pigs. She just meant the pigs.

Kaylee felt a twisting, tickling sensation just above her low-rise Daisy Dukes. Her heart skipped as she thought maybe the boar’s penis was probing her, and she sat forward, her hand racing back to her butt. Only to discover that it was not a penis, it was a tail. Her own tail.

The brunette squealed in fresh terror, recognizing her own porcine vocalization for what it was. She was squealing like a pig, and had a pig’s tail! Was she drunk? Hallucinating? How could she be turning into an actual pig? But it was more than the physical. Her sense of smell… the pigs still stank, but somehow, the odor, instead of being disgusting, now smelled like home. The pigs started grunting louder, the ones near the fence definitely interested in her. Kaylee felt her ears twitch, and knew they were longer now. She looked at her fingers – swollen and stubby, the nails hardening… her pumps slipped off, as the same forces warped her feet.

“Help!” the beautiful woman called, her voice as much a squeal as speech. She shook her head, her nostrils flaring as her nose swelled and widened, ridges forming on the bridge as it curled up to face forward as a demure little snout. In her mouth, her eye teeth shifted, becoming very small tusks, and the other teeth flattened. He tongue warped too, taste buds changing like her olfactory senses had. And Kaylee suddenly knew, were she to eat the pigswill from the trough by the far wall, she would enjoy it.

Then the barn door opened, and a man came in. Unsurprisingly, the hick she had rejected. He folded his arms, and looked down at her. “I’m sorrrreeeee!” Kaylee squealed. “Pleeeeeeese turn me back! Not pig!” As she begged, her snout lengthened and her wider ears flopped over.

“I don’t know, I think it suits you,” he said smugly. “You’ll make a great pig. And since you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I always have an opening for a big, fat breeding sow.” He strode over, confident now, and tore off Kaylee’s flimsy top, making her lovely boobs wobble. He pinched a nipple… and then pinched another, lower down. The beautiful girl suddenly realized she was sprouting teats. She would have plenty of dugs to nurse a big litter, after that virile boar had his way with her…

“No! Do aneeeeeeeething!” she begged, desperate. She fumbled with her fat fingers at his zipper, trying to expose his penis. He had to help, pulling it out and slapping her across the face with it, tapping it on the top of her lengthening snout. Frantically, she opened her mouth, trying to get a hold of it and pleasure him. Satisfy him. Make him want her as a woman, and not as a loathsome fat sow.

After toying with her a bit, he let her succeed. She kissed his erection sloppily, almost making out with his penis before sucking it into her new snout, slurping on it with passion. He let her work her magic for a minute, and then slapped her off, pulling her onto all fours and yanking down her shorts and panties. She felt him spank her beautiful butt cheeks a few times, and then he bent down, licking her across her privates. And she gasped. When his tongue had touched… her clit… God, that had felt so good… like literally nothing else in her life…

“Does my sow like some of her changes after all?” he asked, and unceremoniously thrust in. Kaylee snorted and squealed, breathless, and the constant hammering against her grossly distorted clitoris caused sensations deep in her body that she had never known were possible. Now on all fours, she was hammered forward with each thrust, towards the excited pigs. Several were standing, forehooves on the fence rail. And the boar she’d first seen… his erect penis was so long, it was twitching through the posts. And it smelled… divine…

Kaylee was scared. How fast was her mind changing? Pigs were disgusting! She didn’t want any part of being one! But she was still changing, her teats swelling, her spine lengthening, and her belly fattening around her new organs. Queasy sensations in her belly led her to believe that she now had the stomach of a pig, and a pig’s heart. And definitely a pig’s womb. If the man came inside her now, she’d never get pregnant with his seed. That boar, on the other hand…

The man laughed at Kaylee as he pounded her from behind, pulling on her longer, coiled tail. He was enjoying her opened-mouthed gasps of pleasure; her inability to repress her new swine instincts and feelings. Then he grabbed a fistful of her lustrous brunette hair, and pulled back on her head. She squealed, helpless, and he suddenly guided it forward, slamming her open mouth around the boar’s penis. And unbecomingly, she closed her snout around it and began to suck greedily. As enthusiastically as she had done to his dick. The boar snorted, enjoying himself, as Kaylee was literally spitted on the two cocks, just like a fat tasty pig should be.

And she was getting fatter, much of her feminine grace lost. Her head and neck were expanding, her skull flattening around a wildly reshaped brain. Her shoulder blades shifted, bringing her arms lower around her barreling torso and squeezing her big boobs into some truly dramatic cleavage. And under her enormous butt, her legs were shrinking, her feet now almost totally hooves.

Desperately, Kaylee rallied, spitting out the boar penis and trying to cling to her fading humanity. “Pleeeeeese… turn meeeeeeee back…” she squealed, knowing she didn’t have much longer before she belonged on the other side of the fence. Instead, though, the man pulled his dick out, spraying his load across her broader back disrespectfully. His ejaculations tapered off, and he spanked her greatly enlarged bubble butt again, and shoved a thumb into her now completely porcine butthole.

“Not until you’ve tried the pork,” he said, wrapping his other arm around her belly and using the thumb inside her to guide her clumsily over the fence. She had crossed a boundary now; one she would never uncross. The sow would never again leave the pigpen. He clambered over the fence too, and the excited swine pushed against them both. The sows who saw Kaylee as a prospective sister; and the boars who saw her as a conquest and potential mother for their piglets.

The man got Kaylee positioned on all fours despite the porcine interference, her arms and legs settling into new quadrupedal configurations. He wiggled his thumb around in her butthole as he guided the boar whose dick she’d sucked around, then pulled the thumb out and helped the big monster mount up. The brunette gasped as she felt his hard forehooves and his enormous weight settle on her, and then gasped harder as his spiraling wet drill bit of a dick pounded into her enormous oversensitive clit. The man grabbed the leaking pig penis and guided it into her tightening vagina, and then they were mated. The boar started to rut her aggressively.

“Like that?” he asked smugly, but Kaylee could only squeal, her body wracked with overpowering sexual sensation that made human sex look like a kid’s coloring book next to a Picasso. The boar grunted close to her floppy ears and bit down on her hair, assertively taking charge. He smelled so good to her, so virile and manly, and the pig part of her soul felt privileged to be chosen to bear and nurse his progeny. She tried to shake her head, fattening to within a hundred pounds of her new mate, every moment making her less a woman and more a fitting lover for a boar. The man rubbed his penis on her besnouted face, looking into her lust-hazed if still human eyes. It had started to go soft, but he was beginning to get an erection again, turned on by her degradation, and how completely the young sow was taking to her new lot in life.

Overwhelmed by lust, Kaylee submissively opened her snout, taking in the man’s penis and giving him a sloppy, forceful animal blowjob. She sucked and snorted, knowing it was the last human penis that would ever enter her body. She would belong to the boars now. Her limbs finished transforming into pig legs, and her neck thickened, bringing the huge wedge of her head up in front of her body. It felt so heavy, hanging over her center of balance! All trace of her human lips but the lipstick faded as her rooting snout took its final shape, and as the boar wrenched on her hair, it tore out, the rest falling from her scalp until she was bald. Sparse bristles formed on her much thicker, hotter skin, and the shape of her delectable butt faded into her fat flanks. More pounds gathered on her belly and teats, now within fifty pounds of her boar.

And then Kaylee came, explosively, in her first porcine orgasm. A garbled squeal escaped her cock-filled snout as she went off like a missile, and the physical world sizzled away into pure sensation, like a sexual acid trip. She shook and shuddered, every part of her on fire, as a climax that eclipsed all others claimed all conscious thought and the fat spitted sow became one with her orgasm.

As she trembled in the sway of experiences indescribable in human words, the man came too, filling her mouth with a second shot of warm semen. Then the boar came, filling her fertile new womb with a pint of sticky piglet seed. He relaxed on her back for a moment before dismounting, happy to have assisted in her transformation. But the sow’s captor smiled at her insensate expression, watching as her eyes changed from human to fully porcine, and her amazing breasts shifted to match her other ten plump pig teats. Soon it was done, and Kaylee was just another sow.

He put on his pants, and handled a few chores in the barn. After a half hour, the newest sow recovered, and snuffled ashamed at his feet. But he made no move to restore her; to make her his girlfriend instead of his livestock. He led the fat animal over to the trough, and she ate her fill of the delicious swill. She rubbed against the other sows, grateful, at least, to be so warmly welcomed by her new sisters – she would find several of them to be true and stalwart friends. After a while she had to defecate, and he laughed at her as she pooped, producing a huge and completely porcine pile of pungent turds on the floor like all the other swine. Then he left her alone, and eventually the humbled sow that had been Kaylee fell asleep huddled together with her new peers and equals.

It took the former beauty a long time to accept her new status in life, but after a few more ruttings, the fat sow became pregnant, and by the time she whelped her first litter of eight, the sow had settled into her role. It was rewarding, being a mother; and the sex was still mind-blowing. She liked her fellow pigs, and the food and smells agreed with her, even though she knew they were offensive. The sow would always miss her human life, and the loss of all her human potential. But she made a pretty good pig, too, and found plenty to cherish in her new life penned in as just one of the swine.

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Nature Walk (woman to pig transformation)

When Cassie stared her relaxing nature walk, she was a normal girl. But then she started to smell something… intoxicating. Truffles, as it turned out - buried delicacies that smelled like virile, ready boars. And while her mind didn't understand the smells, her body did. She followed the olfactory trail eagerly. And so slowly, starting with her womb, she started to change. She transformed to fulfill her deepest, unexamined, unknown desires. Every moment of her walk has left her less a normal girl, and more a sow. Her insides are quite advanced - she now boasts the heart, stomach, bowels, and ovaries of a healthy pig. Even her brain has started to change. But her outward features are changing too, revealing her for what she is. How far will it go? Will the gorgeous, buxom, sable-haired beauty really join a herd of pigs, waddling on all fours like any other? Will her tail wiggle as a boar ruts her, filling her full of piglets to love? Cassie had never contemplated being a pig; having any life other than human. But tomorrow, she may well not contemplate any life other than that of a satisfied sow. It's hard to imagine a woman as refined and beautiful as Cassie being content eating with her face, pooping on the ground, mating with boars, whelping piglets, and socializing only with other swine. But she will be. She'll find life as a fat smelly breeding sow enchanting, mesmerizing - a senses-overload. The end of her nature walk will lead into a sty full of other hogs, and then the gate will shut behind her. Of course, the plump sow will always remember her human life, but she won't miss it. Not when there's another boar willing to mount her!

This is the one hundred and thirty-first of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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Attack in the Night Originally posted on DeviantArt on February 29 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

“Ahhh!” “Keep your snout shut, sow.” “What… what do you want?” “God, you even smell like a pig. Disgusting.” “I can’t help it! When I started to change, I just… you think I want to be a pig?” “No one wants your kind, sow. Not in our town.” “What do you want me to do? If I could reverse this, I would! I hate turning into a pig!” “I want you gone.” “Please don’t kill me.” “Then you just drive. Drive away, and never come back.” “Where… where would I go?” “Who cares? Just fuck off and live in a barn. With the rest of your ‘people’. Grunt and squeal in a sty with the rest of the porkers.” “I’m not a pig! Not completely, anyway!” “Close enough. And we don’t want your kind rooting around, stinking things up, dropping property values, probably shitting in the park, and then reproducing in litters, clogging up the schools with your disgusting freak children.” “I wouldn’t…” “We both know pigs are promiscuous. You’ll spread your legs for anything. You’d probably even bone down with me, if I didn’t have standards.” “I… I… it isn’t my fault…” “Get. The fuck. Out of town. This place is humans only, pig. You drive, or you die. I’m more than willing to slaughter an animal.” “I’ll go. I promise. It’s just that, my family has disowned me… I don’t have anyone to…” “Who the fuck cares, you disgusting fat sow. If I see you again, we’re gonna have a barbeque. You catch my meaning?” “I… yes, sir.” “Then get out of town, pig. You don’t live here anymore.”

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A Time for Magic Originally posted on DeviantArt on February 16 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

Becca said if I came down to the pond at midnight, when the fairy lights started to stir, I could feel and see real magic. And I do feel magical! Like there are electric butterflies fluttering in my tummy. It was nice of her to tell me about this. I almost regret starting that rumor about her sister now – at least she’ll never know I had anything to do with that! I wonder… could I make a wish? Does the pond, or fairy magic, do something special? I wonder if… GRUNK, GRUNT, GRUNK, SQUEEEEEEEALLLL! Ahhh! Did… did that noise just come out of me? Wait… my… my reflection… is that a… a snout? It is! And my ears are getting huge, and floppy! SQUUEEE! I look like a… a PIG! Becca, what does this pond do? Oh, I feel so fat! And… and is that a tail? No! Oh, no! Please don’t let me… SQUUUUEEEEEEHHH!

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From Sunny Days to Shady Sties (woman to pig transformation)

Our bronzed beauty will still get to lay out, but rather than soaking up some sun, she’ll soon be nourishing her latest litter of piglets on her generous milky teats. All fourteen of them! It’s a shock to her, of course – she never imagined that she would transform into a hefty grunting pig. Her new pig features still feel strange to her. But she will come to realize that becoming a brood sow was the best thing that ever happened to her.

This buxom beauty enjoyed her life of sunbathing ease, but she’ll find being a mother sow to be curiously relaxing and fulfilling, too, raising her piglets in a big community of other like-minded and supportive sows. She belongs in a pigsty, and will be a cherished contributor to hers.

This is the one hundred and thirtieth of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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Fairy Tale Ending Originally posted on DeviantArt on January 31 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

And then the plucky heroine was transformed into a pig too, and all was right with the world. And the grunting sow creature henceforth lived happily ever after with her virile boar man. The End.

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Object of Scorn Originally posted on DeviantArt on January 18 2024 (woman to pig transformation)

“Ha, ha! Look! Naomi is doing it again!” “What a pig!” “You weren’t kidding! She’s an actual fucking pig!” “I told you she porks out, Joel! Sometimes she transforms all the way!” “Damn, dude, I can’t believe I almost asked that… that thing out!”

For her part, Naomi just tries to let their insults wash off her back. It’s not like she hasn’t heard them before. But some days are definitely better than others.

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Eat Like Pigs, Be Like Pigs (woman to pig transformation)

These brassy blonde beauties were accustomed to getting what they wanted out of life, and they developed a nasty tendency towards immediate gratification for all their whims. As pretty as they were, most people humored and enabled them. But as they made nuisances of themselves at a coffee shop, a witch having a bad day decided on the spur of the moment to curse them.

The girls bought a dozen donuts, mocking a couple of fat kids there as they did so, loudly bragging that they could eat the whole batch without consequence. But those donuts would be the key to their undoing. As they ate, the beautiful pair grew more and more piggish, their toned, sculpted bodies filling out, snouts growing from their faces, feet hardening into hooves, and tails coiling out over their round bottoms. They were the last to realize what was happening to them, but even when they did, neither could stop. The pigs glutted themselves greedily as everyone watched and gaped, and the two gorgeous babes soon became a pair of fat wallowing sows, snorting and grunting in humiliation with their still unquenched hunger.

Eventually, the two sows were rounded up by Animal Control and taken to a pigsty; the only place appropriate for hungry porkers like them. The pigs took right to the swill, ashamed but unable to do other than act their new species. The fat sows were embarrassed, but they didn’t need to be. As plush pigs, they still turned a lot of heads – only now, it was boars eyeing them with lust. The tubby swine were both mated in short order, forcefully and frequently, and they found themselves pregnant within a week.

Four months later, and the two once-beautiful and highly desirable women were mother sows, nursing new litters of piglets on their many teats. But motherhood suits the swine; and gives them both a purpose that was lacking in their former lives. As pigs, they can indulge their every whim for food or sex at a moment’s notice. Only now, it’s proper behavior. Now exactly what they deserve to be, even they realize they’ll be good mother pigs, and have nothing to complain about. Sometimes, everything just works out for the best.

This is the one hundred and twenty-ninth of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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Making the Beast Originally posted on DeviantArt on December 31 2023 (woman to pig transformation)

Do you want to make the beast with two backs with me? I’m not serious about the two backs part; we’ll mostly do it doggie style. But I am totally serious about the beast part. Don’t worry; I’m a very… domesticated animal. Even if I change all the way. And my piggy body is certainly still every bit as much built for comfort. Come on, baby… make me squeal! I can make this the best roll in the hay of your life!

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Tomb Brayer Originally posted on DeviantArt on December 16 2023 (woman to donkey transformation)

Unlike some of the celebrated and notorious tombs and sanctuaries Lara had plundered, these island ruins weren’t built like a fortress. It actually looked more like it had been an amusement park – lounges and shops surrounding broad thoroughfares that once catered to every imaginable vice. The regions within the compound she’d explored looked like they had been dedicated to drinking, gambling, and prostitution. Apparently what the Italians of yesteryear got up to when they went on vacation.

Of course, it was still treacherous. Moldering timbers and collapsed buildings made for dodgy footing as dangerous as any pit trap. Some buildings were little more than skeletal frames and chimneys, and the decay smelled quite bad in places. Wolves prowled the area, and she had shot one already. But it wasn’t just nature that had taken its toll with rot and ruin; Lara could see clear evidence of graffiti and vandalism and even arson. The island paradise’s last residents had apparently helped end its splendor, turning it into this haunted ruin.

The place had once been known as Pleasureland – the land ‘where dreams come true’. The island was reputed to be a place of no government, run as a true anarchy. Whether that was or was not true was almost immaterial to Lara; she was there to recover the semi-legendary Whip of the Conduttore for a wealthy patron who paid handsomely in advance. Reputedly, it offered some kind of magic powers to its wielder.

It was rough going, picking through the abandoned mess. But our girl did it, as always – Lara smiled as she held up the legendary whip, recovered from a chest in what might have been an office. To tell the truth, it turned out to be more of a riding crop; about thirty inches long and with a gorgeous onyx handle. Even before she cleaned it, the surface was so pure she could see the reflection of her eyes in it. It was still supple, and ready to correct any errant horse or donkey. She swung it a few times, testing it, listening to the whistle through the air. Lightly, she swatted her own thigh, hearing the satisfying crack of leather on flesh. Yes, it was still good. Her buyer would be quite happy.

But Lara had been misled about its powers. Striking her own sexy thigh had been exactly the wrong thing to do, here on this haunted, cursed island. Unnoticed, and ignorant of what was to come, she began to transform. Suddenly, Lara heard the rumbling of distant thunder through her much longer, and still lengthening ears. As rangy fur grew from them, she felt a twinge of what she would come to recognize as animal instinct – irrational fear of the powerful, uncontrollable natural phenomenon. To an observer there was no doubt as to what she would become – the island of Pleasureland was designed to turn bad people into exactly one type of animal. Soon, Lara, an elitist thief and poacher and grave robber, would discover herself to be a donkey. And her new donkey instincts made her hold her ground at that critical moment; freeze in place and look for danger.

Under her tank top, coarse brown fur grew across her back and shoulders, including her distinctive cross. More of it grew up her legs, becoming visible over her boots. Her toes hardened, fusing into a single hoof. Her nose widened and her teeth became larger, changing her radiant face into something much less comely. Lara brayed at another peal of thunder, starting in shock as she registered the unladylike sound she had made.

Then, her tail grew. It stretched explosively over her muscular, mouthwatering ass, bursting the back of her shorts almost fully formed and swishing about. She whipped around, shocked and afraid. She recognized it; the rangy tail of a common mule. And her intelligent mind pieced it all together. Of course, as a little girl, she had read Carlo Collodi’s Pinocchio. And she realized in that awful moment that it was not purely a fairy tale – it was based in fact. There was indeed a hellish ‘Land of Toys’, and recalcitrant ruffians, like Candlewick, were indeed transformed into helpless asses. And her lifetime of selfish, destructive, loutish behavior had guaranteed that she too deserved to be an ass.

Lara’s beautiful face continued to twist into a snout, her ears now full grown. She brayed loudly through her moist muzzle, looking for any way to escape her fate. She trotted across the uneven ground, dropping the riding crop as her fingers hardened and more fur grew in. Between her plump butt cheeks, even her feminine vulva and demure little butthole changed, now exposed to the air through the hole in her shorts. They grew large, her asshole pushing out on a thick, black donut of flesh. Both became dark and leathery as her trimmed pubic hair blossomed into more brownish fur, and two plump teats began to grow over her belt.

Lara’s clothes were tearing as her body changed, and she quickly ripped them off, frantically undoing her belt and holsters before they constricted painfully around her larger body. The ass-in-training wrenched off her gloves, and yanked off her tank top and shorts. She was braying more and more now, her dulcet voice loud and discordant like any other fearful donkey. Discarding her bra, she was at last naked like an animal should be. Fur filled her cleavage, framing the huge, perfect breasts she was so proud of, and which had turned so many heads. The rubbery teats between her legs – or was that her hind legs – weren’t even a shadow of their glory. A tear ran down her furry cheek as she watched them bob and sway, not long for the world. As she did, her head grew, becoming the ordinary head of a donkey on a longer, fur covered neck. Only her hair and braid distinguished it from that of any other braying ass.

The bulk of her body began to change, her torso barreling and her limbs lengthening. Sexy curves were erased in asinine muscle. Her back became very strong, even stronger than her athlete’s physique had been. Now, the animal would be able to carry many hundreds of pounds over long distances. Lara vocalized her disgust as she fell to all fours, hands and feet completely hooves and no longer able to rise to two legs. Behind her, Lara’s plump ass cheeks deformed, covering with fur as her tail slapped them and spanked her for being a bad girl. Her body stretched, pussy and disgusting butthole fully and forever exposed under her ropey tail. Her teats finished growing, modest compared to the healthy swell of her enormous wobbling breasts.

As her neck stretched, Lara’s brain finished changing, polluting her human memories and thoughts with asinine instinct. Her hair dwindled away, the glossy tresses replaced with a scruffy mane. And then, finally, her big breasts transformed, rubbing less against her forelegs as they shrank and developed fur, even the nipples disappearing as her hind teats became her only maternal dugs.

The sad donkey he-hawed disconsolately as she came to grips with what had happened, nosing at her supplies and ragged clothing and the terrible magic crop. But soon, her mysterious purchaser arrived, laughing at her as a bit and bridle were forced around her head. The donkey snorted as she realized that her enemies had set her up, and she had fallen for it. Loaded in an animal lorry, the ass was taken to market. On the auction block, she was advertised as a worker or a breeder, at the discretion of her new owner. And soon, the animal that had been Lara was sold for an insultingly low amount of money.

The donkey’s days of desecrating the sacred artifacts of other cultures were over. However, her days of intense physical labor hauling heavy carts of salt out of the mines of Petralia Soprana had just begun. The animal knew that she had years and years ahead of her as a work jenny, in which she was to become intimately familiar with a crop just like that of the Conduttore, slapped across her thighs and once-sexy ass every time she disobeyed or worked too slow. All she could hope for was to die of dehydration, but her owners were too careful with their assets to let that happen.

The ass is still there, still insulted by her form, but aware that she is all that she will ever be. And more, that she earned her transformation. The island had judged her for her selfishness and destructive actions, her plundering and poaching, and working off her debt as a donkey were the rightful wages for her iniquity. So the once-sexy ass pulls her heavy carts day in and day out, fifteen hours a day, seven days a week. No one knows who she was, and she no longer even has a name. The beautiful woman once called Lara had become an ordinary donkey, and will spend the rest of her hard and miserable life reflecting on her haughty and selfish choices as the braying beast of burden she deserves to be.

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Fiery Spirit (woman to pig transformation)

Her blood runs as red and hot as her hair! It might be strange thinking of a woman with such a spirited personality as a fat, domesticated animal; but she’ll find outlets for her old passions as a massive, grunting sow. Men might not be as attracted to her glorious rear anymore… but she’ll find plenty of takers among the boars! And they will appreciate the intense sow in their midst, and give her plenty to do… and many, many babies to love.

This is the one hundred and twenty-eighth of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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Big Secret Originally posted on DeviantArt on November 30 2023 (woman to pig transformation)

“So what’s the big secret, babe? What did you want me to see?” “Not so much see as experience, my dear. Now don’t be shocked. When I take off this blindfold, you’re in for the biggest surprise of your life.” “Mm, I love surprises!” “We’ll see, baby. Oh, we’ll see!”

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Indulgence Originally posted on DeviantArt on November 17 2023 (woman to pig transformation)

Sure, she’s eating a lot of vegetables. But she’s eating a LOT of vegetables. All of her friends have noticed how big she’s getting; and made a few acerbic comments about it. But how else would a young porker get herself up to a sow’s desired weight?

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The Breakthrough (woman to pig transformation)

This enterprising scientist is well on the way to solving worldwide fertility and loss-of-population problems, by giving people the intensely pleasurable sexual experiences of swine. And sure, a couple extra pig features came with that as a side effect. But after testing her formula on herself, she can confirm that the discovery has been made! Every orgasm she or any other ‘inoculated’ woman has will average a half hour of indescribable bliss from here on out, and treated men can expect a five-minute hit of euphoria. Each and every time! What does it matter, having a snout and tail, in the face of that? Science marches on!

This is the one hundred and twenty-seventh of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

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Meat Packing Plant Originally posted on DeviantArt on October 31 2023 (woman to pig transformation)

This beautiful sow is about to ‘meat’ her end, and be converted into pounds and pounds of delicious hams, thick bacon, and mouthwatering pork chops. Cuts of her unremarkable flesh will be shrink-wrapped and sold in grocery stores to people who will never even stop to think that their tenderloins or pork ribs had a name. Parts of her will even be thrown in the meat grinder mixed up with hundreds of other pig girls, to be shredded into filling for thick sausages and loose meat. She’ll be cooked, eaten, and forgotten, like billions of hogs before her. So why is she so aroused at the thought?

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