#sow transformation

The pills were only supposed to help her gain a little weight, she had always been too skinny and when her doctor told her about a safe way she could get up to a healthy weight she was more than willing to finally fill out a bra. Everything was going perfect at first, or at least it seemed that way. Little did she know that someone had switched out the pills she had taken with something similar but a little more… interesting.

She was gaining the weight faster than the doctor had said, she only wanted to gain about twenty five pounds. The doctor’s orders were to take two months of the once daily pills, that would get her up to the weight, the problem was she had gained thirty eight pounds, and it had only been three days. She stopped taking the pills and called her doctor, but he wouldn’t be able to see her til after the long holiday weekend. She spent all Friday fretting and weighing herself, it was like she was gaining a pound every hour. and she had some sort of rash. Her skin was red looking and she had hives or some sort of strange bumps of her chest and belly. Her belly was a matter of concern, it and her thighs seemed to be the primary targets of her weight gain and she had already gone from a nearly concave stomach to looking pregnant. She held her belly and frowned, her wide nostrils flaring. It was so jiggly and soft… she rubbed it a bit and had to stifle a soft moan. She let go and backed away from the mirror. Did she just… did she enjoy having a belly this big?

By midday Saturday she could tell that something was wrong with her, her nose and ears were bigger. Her nose was flatter looking than normal, but pushed forward to, and her ears were a little… pointed.. She had gained an additional sixty pounds through the night and she didn’t want to admit it, but the bumps on her chest looked an awful lot like nipples. She turned to food to distract herself from her changes, her ravenous appetite quickly demolished her fridge and cabinets stock of food and she felt a keen sense of shame that she was eating like the pig she looked like.

A pig, that’s not just what she looked like, it was what she was turning into. She must have been over two hundred and fifty pounds now, but the weight was far less concerning than the curly tail above her large fat ass, or the trotter like hooves her feet had turned into, or her eight breasts. She actually had eight breasts, she frequently rubbed them as if to remind herself that they were real. Gone was the bone thin girl she had seen in the mirror a few days prior, now she was a fat pinked skinned half pig. The changes seemed to have slowed down, three days of pills resulted in three days of transforming. She couldn’t get over how much of a pig she looked like, she was so fat now, her plump belly and thighs jiggled when she moved, and her tits were constantly rubbing against each other. She knew she should see if the doctors could figure out what had happened, why the pills had done… this… but she didn’t want to turn back… she didn’t want to be that skinny girl anymore. Being so plump and round, she loved having curves even if there were too many, even if she had to be a sow…