Tearing Out of Her ClothesOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Nov 26 2015(woman to pig transformation

Tearing Out of Her ClothesOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Nov 26 2015(woman to pig transformation)Oh, dear.  And she had dearly loved that dress.  But there was no help for it now – her fattening body was making short work of it, her thick, heavy pigflesh bursting through the delicate fabric.  A hole had already developed over her butt, freeing her wiggly tail.  Her stout sow’s body was uncontainable, and soon her beautiful dress would be nothing but rags, fit only to wipe up messes with.  Of course, it wasn’t the first garment she had lost.  How had she let time get away from her this month?  She knew deep down that she was really a pig, and that each month her irrepressible inner beast had to come out to play when the moon shone bright.  Not that she couldn’t turn into a fat sow whenever she wanted – but when the moon was full, she was always returned to her true form, whether she was ready for it or not.She sighed, considering tearing her dress off her fattening body.  But no, her hands were already too far gone for that, crusting over as tough little hooves.  She’d just have to burst out of it the old fashioned way.  She snorted and sniffed the air, her senses improving as her snout swelled large on her face, her eyes growing dark and beady beside it.She hoped that she’d remembered to fill her food trough in the basement.  Her appetite was always so much larger when she was a sow, and it took a lot more to fill her fat belly.  Nothing was worse than trying to make it through her day as a pig with insufficient sustenance.  She got down on all fours, her reshaping limbs holding her massive round body up perfectly, like nature had intended.  At last the seams of her dress gave way, exposing her as the animal she truly was.  She was still wearing her earrings and necklace, and had on a lot of makeup.  But she was undeniably a pig, all traces of her human shape lost in her broad porcine curves.She raised her snout and squealed instinctively, in salute to the glowing full moon that was her lord and master.  She would helplessly remain a sow all night, bathed in its pure light, and all of the next day, as well, until the moon’s waning rays finally returned to release her from her porcine obligation.  But that was alright.  There were worse things than being a pig, after all.  The big, fat sow trotted off, looking for a snack before she started her day.Stock image used available from Shutterstock at http://www.shutterstock.com/pic.mhtml?id=325626206 -- source link

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