Outspoken, Bob told all of what he thought and how they were all a bunch of Red Necks!

Unafraid to speak his mind, it took just the wrong person and everything that he stood for from then on was of having open sex before the entire world.

He stands today, bellowing his thoughts but few humans pay him any attention, Bob standing upright only when he is mating a cow in the herd. He is a Red Angus bull, transformed by one of those he dared to call a red neck for the way she lived her life.

Hazel Smith, a known worker of the WICCA magic, heard enough from Bob when he stopped talk speak his mind, point his finger, and told her that more than she he had the male right to wag his pecker at whoever he thought needed it; and now he does it with a quick and fluid action.

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“Pig Sex Syndrome”

Willis was by all his devious ways a lover of having his sexual pleasures with animals. He kept a ledger notating his exploits, pasting pictures of each animal, he found enjoyment, until his last entry when the authorities broke into his apartment and removed his belongings.

Considered as dead by foul play, the reality of his doings became known, and from his writings, a story pieced together.

Forlorn and quite horny one Saturday night, Willis drove to the fenced boundary of one Sunrise Research Foundation pasture. There he undressed; folding his clothing neatly and with wallet and his car keys, he tucked them with care into a plastic bag and set the bag under a short fur tree.

Leaping the fence, a foolhardy and naked man ran across the open field to where some distance from the road and peering eyes, he could enjoy his debauchery with some herd of pigs.

Kneeling, he fondled sows and two boars, delighted at the exceptional size of the animals, as he noted later, of their willingness to accept his sensual advances.

Some finger play with the sows only aroused the two big boars to accost Willis, one sliding up over his back and skewing him like a shish-ka-bob on the length of a twisted and corkscrew shaped shaft.

Willis found this play as something wondrous and more sensual than his fondling even a friendly woman.

As the one Boar worked his shaft to a climax and did spew his juices and gel like globs of yellow semen up into the rectal loins of one wild eyed young man; the other boar came to add insult to injury, he mounting Willis from before his face and making an offer it was impossible to refuse.

One mighty shaft in his rump and another forced past lips, tongue and rooting harshly down the length of a gagging throat, both boars shooting in Willis, their giving forth three loads, each!

Willis thought this his greatest moment, and once the orgy had ceased, he returned to his car, writing with fevered desire the accomplishments he had been such a willing part.

Never, had Willis given a bit of consideration to those pigs or their unusual size.

Had he, he might of reasoned where the pigs resided, and of what the Foundation used such pigs, being but part of a new serum, one to increase growth rate, enhance bulk size, and change the reproductive juices, these of an increased infectious nature.

Before Willis had the chance to get dressed and drive toward home, he became ill, coughing, gagging, and feeling an intense burning sensation deep down in his gut.

Naked yet, he stood on all fours trying his best to puke out the vile juices shot into his stomach by one hornier male pig. The infection hit Willis from front and back, forcing him to long for a drink, and reminding him of the water trough near to where he had played with his piggish friends.

Soon he knelt by the trough, gulping down great swallowing of water. Oddly, as he notated later in his ledger, the water only increased his level of pain, forcing him to run for his car, and while still butt naked, he drove homeward.

During the days that followed his sexual encounter with the pigs, Willis sat bug eyed with horror, seeing how his skin toughened, and a wave of sprouting pig bristles soon covered him from head to toes.

He stood at the bathroom sink, peering with a vain interest as his nose and upper lip grew together, forming then a snout. He wrote much about the losing of human teeth and the painful agony he endured as tusks and swine like teeth replaced the choppers with which he had as a human.

Willis felt his changes as if some weird and sensual thrill, he tossed down several of his favorite pills, this adding to the strange experience, and possibly helping him to sleep, sleeping aiding the growth and changes that doomed him.

When Willis could not stand his drastic changes anymore, he drove his car one late night, having trouble likely with foot peddles and the steering wheel, as such give no quarter to operation by someone adorned with cloven hooves on arms and feet.

Instead of parking at his private spot, Willis drove to the front gate at Sunrise Research, and upon the guard seeing how a man could become a pig, they let him in and took care of their newest boar hog.

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Drastic infections caused massive conforming changes, making from one sow’s ear of a man, one very fine breeder boar. As Willis turned to doing what is commonplace for boars that sniff, lick, and favor sows with a long and sensual shaft, so did Willis, losing his memories, and any care for what he lost or gained.