#pig woman

The young blonde haired woman got down on all four, her legs were shaky and she couldn’t manage to keep her balance on trotters yet. Trotters… she had real pig’s feet, hooves instead of digits, hard and unyieldly. It was this lack of digits currently preventing her from figuring out a way to turn herself back. Instead she was crawling around like an animal trying not to think about how porcine she looked now. A flat snout, curled tail, big floppy ears, she was as much pig as girl at this point and it was disturbing how natural it felt to be on all fours. Her mind was actively fighting against her, pig like instincts struggling to dominate her thoughts, but she wasn’t about to be stuck as a pig forever. She grit her teeth and banished the bestial thoughts from her mind and focused on that task at hand… hoof… whatever, she just needed to focus and stop squealing and oinking so loud before the neighbors heard…