My Little Piggy - Chapter 5

The frantic banging on the door of my sty snapped me straight out of my slumber. Moments later it swung open and allowed the faint, early morning sunshine to fill the small room I called home. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out a woman’s silhouette crouching at my door.

‘Wakey wakey little piggy,’ Lola called ‘time for you to get up. We’ve got a big day ahead.’

I’d have groaned if I wasn’t certain it would get me punished. When Lola said we had a big day, it usually spelled trouble for me. Still whatever she had planned would happen whether I liked it or not. Hiding in my sty couldn’t help me now. Grudgingly I pushed myself upright and tottered outside where the woman who simultaneously destroyed my life and captured my heart was waiting.

Lola looked radiant as the sun caught her flame red hair. Despite everything she’s done to me I couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for her. Since this ordeal began, every good thing that has happened to me has been down to her. I looked to her for food, warmth, comfort and any modicum of pleasure that she chose to allow me. There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t thank my lucky stars that I agreed to co-operate with her. It was the best decision of my life.

Since that day we had each held up our end of the bargain. I offered no resistance to my transformation into a pig and in return Lola made my life a lot more comfortable. I was no longer banished to be ignored in the garden; instead I was treated like a treasured pet, showered with affection and sometimes even allowed to sleep in the warmth of the main house. If I was really lucky, I was even allowed to spend the evening with my mouth buried between her legs or worshiping her perfect feet.

On those evenings, while I wasn't allowed to orgasm, Lola made a point of playing with me; whether by turning on the vibrating plug in my ass or by tantalisingly running her soft fingers over my body she delighted in pushing me to the edge of climax before denying me relief over and over again. While it was of course massively frustrating, I couldn't deny that the teasing turned me on and felt incredible while it lasted.

The feedings continued of course. Once a day I was strapped in and forced to guzzle down a barrel full of the vile slop that was now my diet. Over time they became slightly more bearable as my belly stretched and I grew in size. This relief didn’t last long however as it was soon decided that I should move up to two feedings per day. From that point it wasn’t long until I absolutely ballooned in size.

I had always been a bit chubby but as the months passed I put on weight at an alarming rate and soon got to the point where I was morbidly obese. By now I was utterly enormous. The extra weight made it more difficult for me to move around and on a hot day I would be dripping with sweat. Every week Lola would put me on the scales and each time I put on weight she would pat my head, telling me how well I was coming along and how proud she was of her little piggy.

I knew that she shouldn't be doing this to me, the feedings were inhumane and the extra weight could cause me some serious health problems, but I had to admit that despite this my quality of life had massively improved since I agreed to help her transform me. I hated what she was doing but couldn't help but enjoy having the attention of such a beautiful woman. With every touch or kind word I seemed to fall for her deeper than ever and suddenly the torment she put me through didn’t seem to matter so much.

I made my way out into the garden and instinctively turned to head towards the feeding machine, but was stopped in my tracks as Lola called to me.

‘Not so fast you greedy little pig!’

I turned in confusion and saw her beckon me over to her. Obediently I trotted back and nuzzled my head against her leg. I knew she liked these little demonstrations of adoration and was rewarded as she crouched and tickled my chin affectionately.

 ‘Do you know what day it is today?’ she asked.

I shook my head uncertainly. The concept of days, months and years no longer seemed to apply to me.

‘Well my fat little friend today is one year to the day since you agreed to stop resisting your transformation into my piggy’ she informed me gleefully ‘now when you first started your feedings, you weighed a pretty hefty 15 stone and my target was to at least double that.’

Lola paused to let this sink in.

‘Now I am delighted to say that you actually hit that target over a month ago,’ she exclaimed as though it was the best news in the world ‘in fact when I weighed you two days ago you’d made it all the way up to 32 stone!’

Though I knew I had grown big, hearing the numbers still made me despair. I used to think people that were over 30 stone were grotesque freaks. Now I was one of them. Suddenly I felt extra conscious of the rolls of fat that spilled over the sides of my body.

‘Obviously that doesn’t mean we can let up, I want you to get bigger and bigger,’ she went on ‘but I’m delighted to say that you’re now big enough for stage two of your transformation. But for that we have to go and see the vet!’

My heart froze in my chest. I had already been force-fed until I over doubled in size, how could I possibly be ‘transformed’ anymore? And what did she mean see the vet? I hadn’t seen another soul since I first walked through Lola’s door what seemed like a lifetime ago. Maybe I should be excited about the change of scenery but there was something about the way Lola was looking at me that suggested I should be very afraid of this new development.

‘Oh no need to look so alarmed,’ Lola said as if she read my mind ‘remember you agreed to this.’

I could only bow my head in acceptance. She was right. I couldn’t very well back out now.

‘Right then, first things first, you need to take your medicine,’ Lola announced, reaching into her handbag and producing a syringe filled with a clear liquid. She jabbed the needle into the flabby flesh of my butt cheeks and injected the contents into my blood stream.

‘Good boy! ‘Can you feel it yet? It’s very fast acting but I suppose it might take a moment.’

For a few heartbearts nothing happened. Then as the seconds ticked past I noticed a blur at the edge of my vision. All of a sudden I came over all woozy and felt unsteady on my feet.

‘There you go,’ said Lola as she realised the drug was taking effect ‘It’s alright, just let it happen little pig. Give in to the weakness.’

Whatever was in that syringe had really started to hit me. The world was turning hazy and I struggled to focus on anything but Lola’s hypnotic voice.

‘I’m sorry we have to do it like this but it’s the only way. You see this is a very special vet’s surgery we’ll be going to and having you crawl in looking like you do would draw attention. But don’t worry, we’ll sneak you in once you’re out and by the time you wake up…’

Lola’s voice trailed off as I lost the ability to concentrate.  A thick fog seemed to surround me and the next thing I knew, the ground was rushing up to meet me.

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When I first woke up my eyes were met with a light so blinding that for a second I thought I might be dead. Once they adjusted however, I saw that I had been transported to what looked like a room in some kind of hospital. Above my head was a huge ring of dazzling bright lights, just like you see on the TV shows, and around me I was surrounded by wall to wall medical equipment. There were scalpels, knives, syringes, clamps, an industrial refrigerator and most concerning, a selection of what looked like power tools!

Where the fuck was I? I thought back to my last memories before I passed out. What did Lola say we were doing? Going to see the vet? This sure as hell didn’t look like any vet’s surgery I’d ever seen?  I tried to get up so that I could better explore the room but for some reason I couldn’t move. With a start I realised that I was strapped into some kind of harness. In fact I was strapped in so tightly that I literally couldn’t move a muscle other than to slightly tilt my head.

The contraption which held me was essentially a hospital gurney but instead of a flat surface there hung a large, reinforced harness. This harness cradled my belly while leaving room for my arms and legs to hang below. My enormous body was held in place by a series of thick black straps which encircled every inch of me. They started at my shoulders and ran right down over my ass to the tops of my meaty thighs; squeezing comically into the rolls of fat as they went.

Looking down I could see that my limbs too were being rendered completely immobile with each one cuffed to one of the contraptions four legs. I noted with surprise that for the first time in almost 2 years, my hands weren’t taped into a latex covered ball (or trotter as Lola like to call them). Come to think of it, the grotesque accessories Lola used to turn me into a pig had all been removed. There was no snout-like gag on my face, no plug in my ass and judging by the cool air I could feel between my legs, my cock and balls were hanging free too! This was all very strange. I mean, I wasn’t complaining, but what the hell was going on?

It turned out that I wouldn’t have to wait long for my answer. Soon approaching footsteps interrupted the silence and heralded the start of my ordeal. The rapping of heels on floor crept closer and moments later, Lola burst through the door accompanied by another woman. Both of them dressed in bright blue medical scrubs made from tight fitting latex that clung to their bodies like a second skin. They also wore elbow length rubber gloves and had surgical masks covering their mouth and nose.

I risked a glance up at Lola and was rewarded with a sly wink. My eyes were then drawn to her companion. She was the older of the two, in her mid-fifties I’d guess, of Asian descent and had a toned body that was clearly visible beneath the thin layer of latex. With her black hair pulled into a ponytail and spectacles resting above her mask, she had an air of seriousness about her, though her eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

‘Now what do we have here?’ she asked with just the slightest hint of a Chinese accent ‘Good morning my darling; my name is Dr Philippa Wu and I will be your surgeon for today.’

Wait a minute I thought, what did she mean surgeon? I thought I was meant to be seeing the vet? There was nothing wrong with me so why on earth would I need a surgeon? It was at that moment that the penny dropped and my blood turned to ice.  I thought back to the medical equipment and power tools that covered the walls and the fact that all of my pig-themed accessories had been removed. Plus what was it Lola said before she injected me about the next stage of my transformation? Oh shit, I thought, these psychos were going to subject me to some kind of sick, illegal medical procedure!  I was suddenly possessed by an intense primal fear; sending my eyes wide and white with terror.

‘My goodness Lola, you really have brought me an exquisite creature,’ Dr Wu marvelled, examining me as though I were a piece of meat ‘and you say he over doubled in size in just one year?’

‘Oh yes,’ Lola beamed ‘my little piggy’s really packed on the pounds!’

‘You’ve done a truly remarkable job here; you have a real talent for this.’

‘Thank you! It hasn’t been easy but I’m so pleased with how he’s turned out.’

‘Now I have to ask, is he consenting to all this?’

‘More or less,’ Lola laughed ‘I never kidnapped him or anything. He made every decision himself.’

To my bitter disappointment I realised she was right. I wouldn’t be in this situation at all if I wasn’t so weak and easily manipulated. At the end of the day this was no-ones fault but my own.

‘Well that’s good enough for me,’ Dr Wu smiled ‘so are you ready to get started?’

‘Hell yes I’m so excited,’ Lola squealed. She reached down and grabbed me by the cheeks ‘Oh baby this is going to be so much fun. You’re going to be a proper little piggy once we’re finished with you.’

My breathing quickened and I started to hyperventilate. Lola saw the panic in my eyes but it only seemed to spur her on.

‘I know, I know. It’s going to hurt so much!’ she went on ‘I understand that you’re scared. You should be. We’re going to disfigure you so badly your own mother wouldn’t recognise you! But just remember than you agreed to this. I promise we’re going to be so happy together. All you have to do is let us turn you into a pig.’

Lola lent in, pulled down her mask and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Weirdly it actually made me feel a little bit better; though that particular sensation was to be very short lived as Dr Wu seemed keen to get started.

‘Now I know we have discussed the treatment during our initial consultation, but I would still like to talk through the procedures as they are performed,’ she explained, pulling her gloves tight ‘we find that it helps the patients to accept what’s happening if they know what we’re doing and why.’

‘Oh that sounds good to me,’ Lola said cheerily ‘Did you hear that piggy? You’re going to hear all about the horrible things we’re going to do to you!’

‘Excellent; and to confirm, you want all procedures carried out with no pain relief?’

‘Yes I think it would best for the pig to feel everything that’s happening to him. I want him to suffer for me.’

‘That’s music to my ears,’ Dr Wu approved. She fetched a container from the refrigerator and placed it on the operating table beside me ‘I always feel numbing the pain really takes the magic away from it.’

Hearing them talk so casually about my fate had me trembling in my harness. A pathetic whimper escaped my lips but the women paid me no mind. I was just an animal; I had no opinions and my fears meant nothing to them.

‘If you’re ready to begin, I think we should start with the tail,’ Dr Wu instructed ‘no pig is complete without one.’

The doctor flipped up the containers lid so that Lola could see what lay within. Whatever it was clearly thrilled her as she let out a delighted squeal.

‘Oh God is that real?’ Lola asked excitedly.

‘Oh yes, I had it amputated from one of the larger boars yesterday.’

Dr Wu reached inside and delicately removed its contents. I gasped in horror as I saw the pink, curled object, covered in bristles, that was pinched between her fingers. It was a genuine pig’s tail! There was even a small patch of the pig’s hide attached to its base that had also been cut away from the poor animal.

‘Say hello to your new tail little piggy,’ Lola giggled ‘Ohhh you are going to look so cute with this!’

‘I knew you’d like it. Now…’ Dr Wu picked up a scalpel and held it out ‘would you like to do the honours?’

‘Yes please,’ Lola answered gleefully, taking the scalpel and making her way to my rear.

Oh God I thought. This was it. Everything that had happened since I was first smitten by that beautiful red-head on the bus was leading up to this moment. Yet still I wasn’t ready, I sobbed and moaned at the helplessness of it all but nothing would change my fate. All I could do was try to brace myself as the doctor instructed her young charge.

‘Now what you’ll want to do is make a clean, circular incision here, just above the anus. Don’t worry; the harness will keep him still.’

With that the woman that I loved pushed the blade into my skin. The pain as she sliced through my fatty flesh was instantaneous and excruciating. I screamed at the top of my lungs and tried my best to trash against my restraints but as Dr Wu had promised they held me perfectly still. Lola kept cutting until she completed the circle, and then carefully went about removing the skin inside.

When the small patch of skin was successfully peeled away from my body, Dr Wu gave Lola a nod of admiration and praised her steady hand. Then she instructed Lola to hold the pigs tail firmly against my bloody wound while she stitched the pigs skin to my own. Once she’d finished the women stood back and admired their handiwork.

‘That is so adorable,’ Lola effused, pulling out a mirror so I could see what they’d done to me.

Sure enough I now had a curly little tail just above my ass. The sight of it sickened me but it soon got a whole lot worse. The dull ache where they’d stitched on the tail grew into a pain that soon became unbearable. It felt like someone was pushing a hot poker into my skin.

 ‘You may be feeling some discomfort but don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal’ Dr Wu tried to reassure me ‘the base of the tail has been soaked in a solution that will bind it to you permanently. The pain you feel is just your nerve endings fusing with those of the pig which this came from. In a few days we can remove those stitches and the tail will remain. It’s a part of your body now.’

‘Did you hear that piggy, you have your very own tail!’ Lola laughed ‘Thank you doctor that’s perfect.’

‘No problem, now let’s head up to the other end. We need to move on to the snout,’ Dr Wu replied.

While Lola stroked my cheek affectionately, Dr Wu returned to her tray of instruments and scooped up two small objects. As she got closer, I could see that in her hand were two small, pink rings that appeared to be fashioned from some kind of rubber. Using her thumb and forefinger, the doctor pushed the tip of my nose upward and inserted one ring into each of my nostrils. They were a little too large so once they were squeezed inside; they were stuck firmly in place.

Then to my alarm, from the wall of tools behind me Dr Wu retrieved a hefty looking hammer and chisel which she handed to Lola.

‘You’ve probably heard the expression that to make an omelette you first need to break some eggs,’ she stated ‘well that’s what these are for. I assume you know what you need to do with these?’

‘Oh I believe I do,’ Lola replied smugly.

She took the tools from the doctor and with a practised ease positioned the chisel against the bridge of my nose.

‘Better get ready piggy, this might sting a bit,’ Lola winked, before brutally bashing the hammer down.

The chisel slammed into my nose, snapping the bone clean in two. I cried as my face exploded in agony and a torrent of blood gushed down my face. The two women seemed to wince and cheer in equal measure; though the look of excitement in their eyes told me that they were truly enjoying my suffering.

‘Well hit young lady,’ congratulated Dr Wu ‘you broke his face with a single blow!’

 ‘Thanks,’ Lola smiled modestly ‘I may not be a surgeon but breaking boys has always been a specialty of mine.’

‘I can see that!’ the doctor laughed ‘Well then, that is the first part of the procedure complete. Now we just have to wait for stage two.’

I didn’t know what they meant by stage two and I certainly didn’t want to find out. But of course I had no choice in the matter. All I could do was lie there, blood bubbling around my mouth as I wallowed in my misery. The women just stood watching with predatory eyes; waiting for whatever was coming for me.

It started as a build of pressure in my nose. The pressure grew and grew until it became an intense, throbbing pain that clawed mercilessly at my face. It was only when it felt like my nostrils were being stretched to breaking point that I realised; the rings in my nose were inflating!

‘Here we go,’ Dr Wu explained ‘the rings I placed into his nostrils are designed to expand with his body heat. It just takes a moment to get going.’

They kept growing until they were at least 3 or 4 times their original size. Without a bone to support it, my nose expanded with them. My nostrils widened and the nose itself was pushed upward and out. The shattered remains of what had been my nose screamed in protest as they were crushed by the rapidly inflating rubber.

Lola watched my transformation with a look of sheer joy on her face. She could barely contain her excitement as she once again grabbed the mirror to show me what I had become. Looking at my reflection I felt my heart sink to new depths. In addition to my surgically attached tail, my face had now been mutilated beyond repair. I would no longer need a gag to give me a snout; my nose had actually become one.

‘This is the first procedure of its kind and I have every confidence once it heals it will look fantastic. But don’t worry,’ Dr Wu said reassuringly ‘if there are any issues at all just bring him back. We’ll remove the nose altogether and replace it with an actual pig’s snout just as we did with the tail.’

‘I’m sure that won’t be necessary, this is better than I could have possibly imagined!’ praised Lola.

‘Well I’m glad to hear you’re satisfied with my work so far but we’ve got a long way to go. Come along.’

The doctor fetched a black leather belt then bent down to wrap it around my left bicep. She pulled it as tight as it would possibly go and then buckled it shut. The black strap was almost invisible as it sank in to the wobbly fat of my arms. I could certainly feel it though, cutting off the flow of blood to my arm; numbing my hand and sending pins and needles shooting across my skin.

I had a bad feeling about this; a feeling that was proved right as Dr Wu returned to the wall of power tools and came back with a handheld power-saw. Oh fuck I thought; what on earth was she going to do with that? Although even as I asked, the fact she’d tied a tourniquet around my arm gave me a pretty good idea. I was filled with utter terror and frantically looked to Lola with desperate, pleading eyes.

‘Nooo!’ I croaked, somehow managing to form words despite my rusty voice ‘p-p-pleassse.’

Lola didn’t seem angry at my outburst. Instead she gave me a sad smile and cradled my head in her hands.

‘Aww poor baby, I know this is hard for you,’ she sympathised ‘but we don’t have a choice. A proper pig has four small legs and you’re stuck with these gangly things. It’s going to really hurt but I promise soon you’ll have the perfect stumpy little legs you need to be my piggy.’

I cried, wailed and dug deep into the depths of my strength to attempt one last time to pull free of my bonds but as ever they didn’t move an inch. Instead I could only watch, eyes bulging, as Dr Wu crouched beside me and held the saw out so that it hovered inches from my skin. She clicked a button and the saw whirred into life. Then after taking a moment to steady herself, she sliced into the flesh above my elbow.

The agony as the saw bit into me was indescribable. The blade ate through muscle, bone and tendon like they weren’t even there. My animalistic scream filled every corner of the room but was muffled as Lola pushed my face into her chest. She held me against her like a mother cradling an infant and tried to comfort me; telling me how she’d look after me and that everything would be alright. Dr Wu meanwhile continued with my amputation and a few seconds later my severed arm fell uselessly to the floor.

Things moved quickly after that. Dr Wu powered her way to the refrigerator and returned with another cool-box. When it was opened I saw that it too contained an off-cut from a pig; this time it was a small, pointed trotter. This was pushed against the stump where my arm had been and attached with a wrap of surgical tape.

‘We need to move quickly at this stage, although the tourniquet will stem most of the flow he could still bleed out if we’re not careful.’ Dr Wu explained as she worked ‘don’t worry though; the trotters were soaked in the same solution as the tail. His blood vessels will be fusing with the pig’s as we speak. Once it heals it will be as though he was born with it.’

Dr Wu repeated the procedure, firstly cutting off on my right arm then moving onto my legs. These too she sliced off just above the knee and replaced with the trotters of a pig. The pain didn’t dull as she went on. If anything the legs were even worse; I almost passed out as her saw tore through my femoral artery and the clusters of nerves that surrounded it. 

By the time she’d finished all four of my limbs had been removed and replaced by stumpy little pig legs. I would no longer need my balls locked in a humbler to keep me on all fours; now I would have no choice but to walk on four legs for the rest of my life. Pain and humiliation had become an everyday occurrence since I met Lola but nothing quite compared to this.

The two of them were now really into their stride and wasted no time moving on to my next humiliation. Dr Wu collected three large syringes filled with a blight blue liquid; she injected the first into my forehead and each of the others into my chubby cheeks.

For a moment I felt nothing but the slightest of pricks as the needle pierced my skin. Then all of a sudden a light tingling became apparent which soon developed into a hot pain that engulfed my whole face. I squealed loudly and tears uncontrollably streamed from my eyes. I'd experienced a new level of agony today but this was by far the worst of it; my face felt like it was on fire!

'Well whatever you've done it seems to be taking effect?' Lola observed.

'Yes the poor dear probably will be feeling some discomfort,' Dr Wu said matter-of-factly 'the chemical I've just injected is currently breaking down the compounds that hold the body together. To put it simply, we are melting his face.'

'Ohh that sounds nasty' Lola winced.

'Yes the pain will be beyond anything you can imagine. It won't fully disintegrate the face of course; it will merely turn it into a clay-like mesh of weakened muscle, bone and tendons which will harden again once the chemical wears off.'

The doctor opened a wall-mounted cupboard beside the refrigerator and took out a bundle of black material which she took for Lola to inspect.

‘Now while the process is painful, it will be worth it for the opportunity to use this,’ she explained.

As Lola stepped closer, I saw that the object was in fact a full-face mask; made from black leather with a series of metal buckles and small straps running down its rear. What really stood out though was the way that it pushed inwards at the cheeks and outwards around the nose as though the wearer had some kind of snout.

Dr Wu pulled the mask over my face and began to tighten the straps at the back of my head. It was a very close fit to begin with and each strap she tugged tightened it further. As the cold leather constricted around me it felt as though a thousand tiny needles were stabbing into my face.

'The extreme pressure which the mask provides will crush the weakened remains of his face so that it fills the space within,' the doctor explained as she continued to methodically tighten each strap 'then we will leave it in place as the serum wears off and the face hardens again.'

A wave of nausea passed through me as I realised she was right. My face had the consistency of clay and as the mask squeezed tighter, skin and bone alike was manipulated and moulded to fit its new form. I felt my shattered face bulge forward to fill the mask's snout; only stopping when my broken nose pushed out through a hole at its tip.

'There we go,' Dr Wu grunted as she buckled up the final strap 'now when the serum wears off his skull and facial muscles will retain this pig-like shape even once the mask is removed. Structurally his head will be almost identical to a pig.'

'Oh God that is so hot,' Lola grinned

'Yes it's coming together nicely isn't it. Just a few more touches and we'll be around about there. Speaking of which, be a darling and remove those unsightly ears will you?'

'With pleasure,' Lola said gleefully.

She picked up a scalpel and slipped it below my left earlobe. Her face lit up with an evil grin as she looked me in the eye, savouring my terror and helplessness. Then with one swift motion she sliced upwards and cut the ear clean off. A slash of hot pain added to my agony and warm blood oozed from the wound.

'Ohh I know it hurts, but it'll be over soon,' she reassured me 'now let me even that up for you.'

Lola took the scalpel to my right ear and calmly severed that as well.

'There you go baby,' she chirped 'they're all gone. Now hold still while we get you some nice new ones.'

Dr Wu returned with a pair of floppy, triangular ears that were about twice the size of my own. I had little doubt that, much like my new tail and trotters, they had come straight from the pig pen of some local farm. The doctor placed them over the slits where my previous ears had been and carefully stitched them on. The now familiar burning sensation told me that they were fusing with my head and would soon be as much a part of my old ones had been.

Once the ears had been sewn in place I thought that perhaps my torment might be at an end. Surely there wasn't much else they could do to me? As usual however I was very wrong. The worst was still to come.

Going back to her tray of implements Dr Wu selected a steel gag. It consisted of a hinged metal frame that hooked onto the front teeth both at the top and bottom of the mouth. She worked it between my lips, buckled it in place and turned the hinge so that my mouth was forced wide open. I'd seen similar gags used at the dentist, the kind that they might use to keep your mouth from closing while they operate.

Dr Wu crouched and shone a flashlight into the cavernous interior of my mouth. Seemingly satisfied by what she saw, she gave a brisk nod and busied herself setting up a new piece of equipment. It was an electronic spear-like object that plugged into the wall with a long, thin cord. She flicked a switch on the side of the device and a few moments later the tip started to glow a bright red.

'I've been waiting a long time for this my sweet little pig,' Lola smiled 'it's time to take away the last little trace of your humanity.'

She leaned in with eyes full of wonder.

'We're going to take away your voice!'

For a second I was confused. She'd already had me gagged for the last two years, how could she possibly take away my voice any more than that? Then I thought how mouth was held open and looked to the sinister spear in Dr Wu's hand and realisation hit me. I tried to yell a protest but with my mouth stretched all that came out was a pathetic gargle.

'Oh baby don't be so silly,' Lola scolded 'piggies don't need to talk; they only squeal and grunt. With those pesky vocal cords you might be tempted to try and speak again one day and that would make me very upset. But don't worry, we'll cut through them and make sure that never happens.'

Desperate to avoid this fate I tried to bite down on the gag but it was far too strong. There was nothing I could do as Dr Wu worked the spear into my mouth and toward the back of my throat. I gagged as it slid through my larynx and into the oesophagus, but no matter what my body tried there was no way to stop its progress. When the heated tip reached my vocal cords it burned through them like they weren't even there.

The invasive treatment was excruciatingly painful and to make matters worse I couldn't even scream. Instead I convulsed, shuddered and bawled my eyes out as the doctor continued to burn her way through my exposed vocal cords. It only took a minute or so but by the time she withdrew my throat felt like I had spent the afternoon swallowing razor blades.

Lola stood with her hands on her hips and looked at the doctor quizzically.

'Well, did it work?' she asked.

'Why don't you give it a try?'

Grinning, Lola reached down and twisted my nipple viciously.

'OOOOHHHWWEEEE!' I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The cry that came from my lips wasn't remotely human. It was the pathetic squeal of a pig; now the only sound I was capable of making.

'I'm glad to hear it as that's us pretty much there,' Dr Wu said as she began to tidy the instruments away 'of course I will still have to make a few internal adjustments but he'll have to be unconscious for that unless you want him dying of shock.'

'Oh no, not after all this. I couldn't have anything bad happen to my pretty little pet. What else needs to be done?'

'Well first and foremost I'll have to replace his internal organs with those of a pig. The heart, lungs and stomach at the very least. With the rate you've grown him, his poor human heart probably wouldn't last another 6 months. Plus I thought I might do a little keyhole surgery on the brain. I should be able to remove the cells that control appetite. No matter how much you feed him, he'll never be full. If you gave him enough food, he'd simply keep eating until his stomach burst!'

'Oh yes that sounds fantastic; thank you doctor.'

'No problem. Now as we discussed earlier, you still have one big decision to make. What do you want it to be? A boar, or a sow?'

‘Hmmm I’m still not sure to be honest. Which would be more appropriate?’ Lola made a great show of weighing up both options ‘You know what, I think I’m going to have him as a sow.’

Wait I wondered, what is a sow? I know that a boar is a male pig so does that mean that a sow is…

Lola’s eyes lit up she saw the realisation dawn on my face. Oh God no I thought miserably. Surely she wouldn’t do that to me. After all she’s put me through surely she wouldn’t take that last thing from me.

‘Oh piggy I know it’s scary but it’s for the best. I’m never going to let you cum again so having those balls there, giving you all those naughty desires, would just confuse you,’ she explained kindly ‘They might make you think you’re a man but you’re not. Not anymore anyway. It would be cruel to let you keep them.’

I had no more tears left to give so all I could do in my despair was sob uselessly, my whole body heaving against the restraints.

‘Don’t cry baby, I’m only doing this because I love you,’ Lola bent and cradled my head in her arms. Then looked to the doctor and nodded decisively ‘Yes I’ve made up my mind. He’ll need to be castrated.’

‘Excellent. Mind you it won’t be a ‘he’ for much longer!’ Dr Wu joked.

The doctor made her way back to the table of implements and came back holding a small leather noose. Lola gently cupped my balls in the palm of her hand while Dr Wu looped the noose over them and slipped it up to the base of my cock. To my shame, being touched in such an intimate way stirred my cock into life even after everything I’d suffered. Then Lola took hold of the noose and pulled it so tightly that my balls looked like they were detached from my body.

‘Is that tight enough?’ Lola queried.

‘Absolutely,’ Dr Wu reassured her ‘in a couple of hours’ time those balls will be dead and ready to come off.’

Upon hearing this Lola could barely contain her excitement. She held a mirror behind to show me what she’d done; like a hairdresser might after a trim. Looking at the reflection I could see that this slow strangulation had turned my balls bright red and had them bulging out as if they were about to explode.

‘Well now we just have to wait for the noose to do its work. We have refreshments in the waiting area if you’d like to head through?’ Dr Wu suggested.

‘No thank you. I’d rather wait with my little pet here,’ Lola looked down at me and smiled with genuine affection ‘It’s been a stressful day for the poor baby. I’d like to keep him company while his balls die.’

‘Very well, I will return when it’s time to complete the procedure.’

I spent the next few hours lying in my restraints while being slowly castrated. The pain started as a nauseous stabbing between my legs but soon progressed to a dull ache as my manhood faded away. True to her word, Lola sat by my side the whole time. She stroked my cheeks and whispered soothingly into my ear; comforting me and telling me what a good boy I was. The strangest thing about it was that I felt so grateful to her for it. Despite the fact it was her that did all this to me, she was making me feel more loved and cared for than anyone had in my entire life.

By the time Dr Wu returned a few hours later, I knew in my heart that it was already done. Lola had kept me updated on their progress the whole time; meaning I was fully aware as their slow strangulation turned them first blue, then violet and finally a deepening shade of purple. So it was no surprise when, as the doctor examined the bulging, purple sack that had once been my testicles, she declared that the noose had done its brutal work.

‘Yes as I thought, they are very much past the point of no return,’ Dr Wu observed ‘they’ll never function correctly again and to not remove them would only serve to risk infection and possibly death.’

‘That is excellent news,’ Lola beamed ‘but can I ask you something before we proceed?’

‘Go ahead.’

‘What would happen if I tried to give him an orgasm right now? Would he be physically capable of it?’

‘You have quite a narrow window but yes theoretically he could. Those testicles will never work again of course but he will already have semen stored in there that probably hasn’t quite died yet.’

‘In that case, as long as you don’t object, I think he’s been such a good little piggy for us today that he might just deserve a reward.’

‘You spoil him!’ Dr Wu teased ‘but from a medical stand point, I can’t see why not.’

‘Did you hear that piggy?’ Lola asked excitedly ‘You’ve been such a good boy for me today that I’m going to give you a little treat!’

She knelt down so that her face was level with mine, reached under my bulging belly and grasped my cock in the palm of her hand. By this stage I was so exhausted that I was sure nothing would happen. Yet as her soft fingers gently fondled and caressed my shaft, it slowly started to grow. Somehow even after everything I’d suffered; all the ways I’d been mutilated, violated and abused for the pleasure of this sadistic woman, I grew hard as a rock at her touch.

‘That’s it, good boy,’ Lola whispered ‘I want you to enjoy this; it will be the last time you’re able to.’

Part of me didn’t want to enjoy it. Maybe through this one act of defiance I could prove that she hadn’t broken me down completely. That I still had some fight left in me even after all she’d put me through. But after so long in chastity her rhythmic strokes just felt so damn good. A deep pleasure built between my legs; leaving my body trembling and my resolve crumbling away. A moan of desire escaped my lips.

‘That’s it piggy; just relax and let it happen. You’re an animal now; you can’t control what happens to you. Just accept your fate,’ Lola encouraged.

Oh God I thought, this felt fucking unbelievable! I could already feel the orgasm building. I knew it was inevitable now, what was the point in fighting it?

My surrender must have been obvious as Lola took one look into my eyes and broke out into huge grin. She seductively slipped her free hand to the top of her scrubs and slowly unzipped the blue latex so that her perfect breasts tumbled out just inches from my face.

‘Come on then my sweet little pet, these are what got you into all this trouble aren’t they?’ she asked, nodding down to her exposed chest ‘I think it’s fitting for you to enjoy them one last time.’

Lola leant forward and pulled my face so that it was smothered between her tits. This was the point I lost all control. I let her soft skin envelop me and snorted with glee as I passionately kissed at her. She gently guided a nipple into my mouth which I took and sucked at hungrily.

‘Yes that’s right; eat away you greedy little beast!’ Lola giggled with delight as her nipple grew hard against my tongue ‘Oh yes this is so perfect. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. It’s always been my dream to get a boy of my own and turn him into my pet. I spent years looking for the right one and was starting to lose hope; but as soon as I saw you on staring at me on that bus I knew you were the one. So shy; so innocent. Clearly besotted with me but too scared to even say hello.’

I knew I should feel embarrassed by the way she was speaking about me but at that moment I just didn’t care. I was in a world of pleasure and nothing mattered to me but the feeling of Lola’s skin against mine and the stroking of her hand on my cock.

‘Then when we finally spoke, I could tell straight away how weak I made you. I knew how easy you’d be to manipulate,’ she went on wistfully ‘and I was right wasn’t I? It’s been so fun watching you grow over the last year. Seeing you getting fatter and fatter every day was so hot! And the way that you look at me with so much love in your eyes even after everything I’ve done to you just drives me wild!’

I could tell by the way she dug her nails into my scalp and started to pump at my cock faster that talking like this was getting her very excited.

‘Come on you fat, greedy little pig, cum for me!’ she ordered, her voice dripping with lust ‘cum for me because deep down you know this is what you want. You know this is what you deserve. You’re so weak for me aren’t you. So weak you want to be my pig. You want me to castrate you. Go on cum for me. Cum for me one last time because you want to be my piggy…’

I couldn’t hold it any longer and my cock exploded in utter ecstasy. Lola’s breasts smothered my cries of pleasure as the most wonderful feeling shot through my entire body. It was the hardest, most glorious orgasm of my entire life and though my body was still wracked with pain from my mutilation; I was filled with a sense of bliss and all-consuming joy.

Lying there with my head cradled against Lola’s chest, I was truly happy possibly for the first time in my life. In fact I was in such a state of contentment that I didn’t notice Lola nod to the doctor. I was completely oblivious as Dr Wu slipped my balls into a vice and started to turn it shut. I didn’t even realise what was coming as the discomfort between my legs increased with each turn of the doctor’s hands.

I didn’t notice anything was amiss at all, until the moment Dr Wu gave one final push on the vice and with a sickening pop; my testicles were crushed to a pulp between its cruel metal fingers. Suddenly my entire world became a blinding, white pain. I let out an inhuman shriek at the indescribable agony that seemed to penetrate through to my very soul. Black shards of madness clawed at the edge of my mind and I could almost feel my sanity slipping away. Then I felt the sharp prick of a needle at my neck and my world started to spin. Gratefully, I let the darkness take me.

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It was a week later that I finally regained consciousness. I was confused at first. I couldn’t understand why I felt so strange or why my bed was so uncomfortable. A part of me knew something was wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Did I go out drinking last night? It certainly felt like it. Oh shit, was it a work day? Was I already late? If I hurried maybe I could still make the bus that the pretty red-head gets on.

It was only when I forced my eyes open and groggily took in my surroundings that it all came flooding back. I had woken in some kind of cage, the floor of which was padded with a thin blanket; the only comfort afforded to me. It was in a small windowless room, the walls and floors covered exclusively with bright, white tiles. It had the clinical feel of a doctor’s office and I was baffled as to how I could be in this situation. All too soon however, the fog cleared and my memories made their unwelcome return.  I remembered Lola and everything she did to me. How she’d entrapped, abused and mutilated me for her own amusement. Oh God, she’d turned me into an animal!

I wanted to scream and trash against the bars of my cage. But I still felt too weak to even move yet alone for that kind of outburst. Instead I allowed my head to drop to the floor and I fell back into blissful unconsciousness.

The creak of the door swinging open woke me for the second time later that day. A dark haired young man wearing medical scrubs strode in, examining some kind of clipboard. He unlocked the cage and motioned for me to crawl out. I tried to mutter some words of thanks but all that came out from my ruined voice box was a croaky squeal. The man filled a bowl with water and placed it on the floor next to me. I hadn’t realised how desperately thirsty I was and lapped it up gratefully.

Once I’d drunk my fill, he told me to wait while he fetched the doctor. A few moments later the door opened again and in walked Dr Wu. She was less intimidating now that she was wearing a simple white overcoat in place of her latex scrubs; but after all I’d suffered at her hands the sight of her still sent a shiver down my spine.

‘Good morning,’ she said in a detached manner ‘please hold still while I inspect you. We need to be sure you’re healing correctly.

The doctor methodically checked me over, stopping occasionally to examine a particular stich or section of skin. Every now and then she would make a note or nod to herself with satisfaction. Eventually she seemed content that the examination had been sufficiently thorough and put away her notes.

‘Well the good news is that you are healing very well, you should be fit enough to be discharged in a month or two,’ Dr Wu explained ‘the bad news, from your perspective anyway, is that your life as you knew it is over. In fact this is the last time anyone will address you as though you are anything but a mindless animal. Because in all honesty, that’s what you are. I have replaced your internal organs with those of a pig. Between that and your lovely snout, tail, ears and trotters, you are now about as much swine as human anyway.’

Of course none of this was a surprise, but it still hurt to hear.

‘As you were told at the time, you aren’t even a male pig,’ she went on ‘In addition to the castration you underwent, you should be aware that I have surgically removed your penis. You have no use for it anymore and frankly it would just get in the way. Now I will leave you in the hands of my capable staff for your recovery. With a bit of luck you’ll be back with your owner in a few weeks. Goodbye little pig, I do hope you enjoy your new life.’

In the end it took two months before I was well enough to leave. Each day of my recovery follow pretty much the same structure. I was woken each morning by the young man I’d seen before. He would let me out of the cage before giving me a drink of cool water and a hearty morning feed of oats and gruel. Then he would take me to another windowless room with enough space for me to exercise my limbs and a bucket so that I could use the toilet.

At first the exercise was exhausting; the operations and days of inactivity had taken their toll on my body. But with each day that passed I grew stronger and within a few weeks I could walk about on my new stubby legs as though I’d had them my entire life. After an hour or so, I would be returned to my room and locked securely back in my cage for the rest of the day.

Then in the evening an attractive, dark haired young woman would come by to ‘look after’ me. She would watch me gorge myself on my evening feed before giving me what she called a ‘deep clean.’ This consisted of scrubbing me from head to toe with soap and a rough sponge, showering me with cold water and, much to my dismay, cleansing my insides by use of an enema. Once I was fed, clean and dry, she would lock me back in my cage for the night until the process was repeated the next day.

I quickly learned to dread this woman’s visits. She seemed to have a real sadistic streak and a determination to make my existence as miserable as possible. She would constantly mock me as she went; delighting in telling me what a fat, freakish monster I had become. During her washes she would scrub as hard as she possibly could so that my skin became raw and painful. Without exception her enemas flooded my bowels until they were so full that my stomach cramped and tears streamed down my pudgy cheeks.

Worst of all, she would often ‘forget’ to dry me after my shower. On those sleepless nights I would lie wet in my uncomfortable cage as the cold seemed to penetrate every fibre of my body. The damp would get between the folds of my fat, causing redness and itching that within the confines of my cage I had no hope of scratching. I would just lie there and cry myself to sleep; it was a more miserable and lonely existence than I could possibly have imagined.

So on the day that Lola came to take me away from that awful place, I was genuinely delighted to see her. When she walked through the door and unlocked my cage I rushed out to greet her; snorting excitedly as she met me with an affectionate head rub. This time I welcomed the injection that put me sleep, knowing that when I awoke I would finally be free from this place I had come to despise.

When I came too I was back in the garden that had once been my prison, but now felt more like a home than anywhere had before. I was even more delighted when I saw the welcome home feast that Lola had laid out for me in my trough. In place of the gruel I’d been living off for the past couple of years, there was a huge quantity of boiled vegetables. There were carrots, turnips, potatoes and more. Considering the quality of food I was used to, it was absolute heaven.

I buried my head in the pile of delicious food and guzzled it down greedily. Dr Wu’s attempt to remove my appetite must have been successful as no matter how much I ate, I never started to feel full.  Lola squealed with excitement as she watched me chomp away at the mound of food; which soon coated my chubby cheeks and dribbled down my chin.

‘That’s it, good girl,’ she encouraged gleefully ‘you eat as much as you want piggy. This is the start of your new life.’

After I’d eaten my fill, Lola was kind enough to spend the whole day in the garden with me. She brought out a full length mirror so that I could properly take in what I had become. Even though I already had a good idea how extreme my transformation had been; to actually see it in the flesh was quite a shock. I was now virtually indistinguishable from an actual pig. From my snout and my four stubby legs right down to my curly little tail I looked like I could have walked off any farmyard in the country. But bizarrely it didn’t really upset me anymore. At some point during those long, miserable nights in the clinic I had come to accept what I am now. I was just grateful to be out of there and back in the care of my loving owner.

As the afternoon wore on, Lola stretched out on her reclining garden chair and enjoyed a bottle of chilled white wine in the sun. She graciously allowed me to curl up at her feet and it was as I lay there that I realised; this was the first time in my life I could say I was genuinely happy. Lola had taken away my freedom but in a strange way given me so much more. I hadn’t really been happy with my life before I met her. Yes I’d go out drinking with my friends or go to watch my local football team and enjoy myself. But I spent most of my time scared of being alone and fantasising about women who would never be interested in me.

Now I would never be alone again. All I had to worry about was being the best pet I possibly could to the beautiful, flame haired woman who owned me; the woman whose toes traced idly over my skin as she relaxed in the sunshine. Once I would have found that arousing but thanks to Lola’s decision to castrate me that wasn’t a problem anymore. Arousal was a thing of the past for me; now I felt nothing but a deep sense of love and devotion to the most amazing owner a pig could ask for.

‘Come on girl, it’s time for bed,’ Lola said eventually, as the sun started to dip below the horizon ‘you need to get your rest, we’re going to have a lot more fun together tomorrow.’

Obediently I trotted to the end of the garden and into the sty that would now be my home for the rest of my days. After the unforgiving cold of my cage in the clinic, it felt like a five star hotel. As I settled down on the fresh straw that had been laid out for me, a massive smile broke out onto my face. Here I was; naked, morbidly obese, mutilated beyond recognition and living in a pig sty while the woman who did this to me enjoyed the luxury of her house next door. But that didn’t matter; I didn’t expect any more than I had. After all, I was just her little piggy.