Lured by the slurred word that she heard which plied with lies that made her hum and purr.
Late for her classes she moved like molasses and stopped at a hot mud spot, to sit in the slop letting the filth flow from the bottom of where she was squatting up to fill each crack and crevice.
She thought the wet dirt would only hurt her white skirt as the slick liquid was sliding up and down her body. In that moment writhing, She had the feeling akin to being pleasurably pig skinned.
How strange the change as her belly engorged and her limbs grew short. Then from her lacy drawers a corkscrew tail emerged.
How weird was it when she heard squeals of concern spew from her snout.
She began to doubt her humanness as her dress vanished and she was grabbed by a drab brute with skoal breath and lots of flab.
Pork patties were made of this maiden led astray by the wiles of a worthless **** that made a feast of her soft pork belly.