A Pig Is Born

(by the pig itself…malepigcreature)

(please write the pig with Your comments at …… slave2Victoria@gmail.com)

the number one fantasy of this pathetic pig is to be transformed into a filthy,

outdoor pig "permanently". what would such a transformation involve You might

think?

this male pig creature would be transported in the trunk of it's Owner's car,

driven to a medical clinic owned and staffed by Superior Women. led into the

clinic totally naked, on all fours, collared and leashed, it would be taken to a

holding pen and locked inside.

it's Owner and the admitting nurse would then discuss what is to become of this

pig. amid much laughter and serious talk, an agreement is reached along with an

exchange of financial information (paid in full). there is to be a full

dehumanization performed on this pig, erasing any likeness of it once being

human. a full conversion into the animal kingdom.

the procedure will take almost a full year; which includes limb amputation and

facial alteration, right up to allowing for a full recovery from the extensive medical

reconstruction. when this pig is reunited with it's Owner, it will no longer be

human in appearance. born into this world a male pig creature (human), but

exiting it as nothing more than a dead animal. taken to the slaughter house,

chopped into it's individual food parts and fed back to other male slaves back at

the farm.

laughing hysterically at Her caged property, it's Owner leaves Her property in the

hands of the sadistic, Superior Women medical staff. towering above Her caged

pig, staring down into the eyes of this useless pigtard She says, "Finally you are to

become what you truly are...just an animal, a filthy, disgusting pig. See you in a

years time pigtard." thus said, this pig watches as it's Owner turns and walks

away. tears of happiness fills this pig's eyes, as it's Owner disappears out of sight,

and finally out of hearing range of the clicking of Her stiletto heels on the marble

floor.

immediately, a nurse approaches the cage, unlocks the padlock on the gate,

attaches a chain leash to this pig's collar. not so gently She tugs on the leash

removing this idiot pig from its cage. straight into a washing area, this pig is

locked down by its collar to a large steel ring in the floor. naked and in the middle

of what appears to a huge shower stall, it has little time to wait before it feels a

liquid substance falling upon it from a shower head directly above. it is not water,

but some other liquid chemical. immediately this pig is covered by it and much to

it's surprise...all of its body hair falls off and slides into the drain below it. no

more hair will ever appear on this pig's torso ever again.

air dried, this pig is then strapped down on a surgical table in the other room. not

able to move a muscle, the pig is briefly aware of a mask covering its face.

breathing in the air in deep nervous gulps, it swiftly drifts off to sleep. now the

real horror begins.

in quick summary....here is what the operation contained.....

the very first "thing" to go...its pathetic, tiny, laughable pigtail. won't be needed

that useless thing again. in its place...an enticing, full lipped cunt. something for

other male pig creatures to use, while their Owner's are visiting at the farm.

three spinal discs where removed and the other discs were fused together. this

will prevent the pig from ever standing upright again. all four limbs were

surgically removed at the elbows and at the knees. the height of this pig would

now reach no taller than two and half feet, measured from the stumps to the top

of its back. four cleft hooves would be shaped on the ends of it's limbs, making it

easy for the pig walk about in it's pig pen. a curly pig tail is fused to the tail bone,

constructed from excess parts of removed limbs and spinal discs. the tongue was

totally removed, thus making it impossible for this idiot pigtard to ever again

utter, so much as single human word. its voice box was also altered, so that any

attempt to make a human sound would be met with a standard, high pitched pig

squeal. the pig head itself would require most of its facial bones being broken

and reset into a long, extruded snout. at the same time the pig's ears were

pressed thin, crushing the grizzle and new man made material was sewn onto the

ears. fully shaped, floppy pigs ears, including an ear tag that was pierced and

snapped into one of the pig's ears. numbered 957 on the tag, no human words or

names, just a number...957. it's snout would bear a remarkable likeness to that of

any farm pig, with big air holes and the tear duct repositioned so as to allow the

large flat tip of the snout to be moist at all times. on its rump...a three inch brand

of its Owner, burned into it for all time.

fully bandaged after the surgery, the pig lay in a holding area filled with straw.

attended to day and night by various Superior Women, changing bandages, and

keeping it filled with pain reducing drugs, the pig remained unconscious for most

of the year.

back at the Owner's farm, a lovely outdoor pig pen had been constructed.

complete with a metal feeding pig trough on the side of it's pen, the airy

accommodations lay just outside of the entrance door to the its Owner's home.

now from its very own pig pen, this pigtard will be able to watch the comings and

goings of its Owner, along with Her visiting Superior Women friends and willing

slaves. a front row pig pen view of the very house in which it use to enter, back in

the days of it being a human being. now, this pig is to reside for the rest of its

disgusting days outside, in a mud filled pig pen. there would be a shade shelter at

one end of the pen and at the other a straw covered sleep area. oh how this pig

will need to endure the jeers and laughter from Superior Women, as they check in

on the pig while visiting with its Owner. on other occasions, human slaves will be

stripped naked and tossed in with this pig....a for warning of their very own

coming fate.

delivery day....a reunion with its Owner at the medical facility. not so, for you see,

the pig's Owner has much more pressing things to do, than to pick up a pig from

the doctors office. that is why She has slaves to do the time wasting tasks. a

pickup truck was backed up to the shipping doors of the clinic, with the tail gate

down. in the box of the truck was a rather large metal cage. one of the nurses

kicked the ass of this pig forward, directing it straight ahead and into the cage in

the bed of the truck. "click" a padlock was hear as it secured the gate closed. this

was the first time; since arriving at the clinic a year ago, that saw daylight. the tail

gate was slammed shut and the truck drove off, headed back to the farm. it

passed along busy city streets filled with people going about their business, in full

view. none of them took any particular notice of a truck and driver, transporting

an animal...a pig, along its way to the slaughter house, or to a farm.

Mistress was outdoors by the pig pen all excited to see Her property arrive. the

truck came to a stop beside the pig pen and at once the pig was released from the

cage and led down a wooden plank from the truck box to the ground. Mistress

could not contain Herself, laughing Her precious head off, at the ridiculous sight

of Her new pig. wiping the tears of laugher from Her face, She too, just like the

nurse, began kicking this pig's ass, leading it forward into its new home. this pig

sunk deep into fresh black mud, and with one final kick of its Owner's boot, this

pig trotted further into its pen. a loud, resounding "click" was heard above the

laughter coming from Mistress, as She locked Her property into its new home.

"Get use to it pig, this is where you will stay until you either die, or until I get tired

of you. I may sell you to another Owner, or I may take you to the butcher. It is

my choice to make..."not yours". Laughing wildly, She turned and went back to

Her home and entered inside.

now alone in my pig pen, this pig also released tears, but they were not of shame,

but were those of joy. finally, it had become the pig it was born to be.