Contains girl to pig tf

Danielle tossed her shaggy brown hair out of her face as she strolled down the sidewalk. The wind conspired against her at every turn to push it directly into her eyes and mouth no matter which way she turned or moved. Normally the witch was pleased with her particular brand of magic, but sometimes she’d kill for a spell to prevent this crap.

The pain was worth it though, as she neared the storefront she was aiming for. She could smell it before she saw it, and not even a mannequin in a window that weirdly reminded her of her good friend Nova could distract her from her goal. The blast of delectable smells greeted her alongside the jingle of the door when she pushed her way inside… a new buffet that opened up just a short walk from her home. Correction - this was her home now. She’d visited four times this week already, twice yesterday; it was all she could think about. She waved to the staff that was quickly becoming familiar and paid for her opportunity to gorge herself with as much as she could. When she was done, she felt the familiar uncomfortable sensations of her pants pressing tightly against her belly as she half walked, half waddled to the exit. The staff eyed her with a strange expression, almost as if sizing her up, measuring her against something in their minds, but Dani hardly paid any mind. She instead rubbed her aching belly idly as she made the trek home.

She awoke the next day hungrier than ever, her stomach growling loud enough to wake the groggy witch. She stretched and heaved herself out of bed, wandering to her bathroom to freshen herself up. She might have been surprised by her distinctly pink complexion, but she was much too hungry to care. Her belly had not shrunk overnight, so Danielle opted for some sweatpants and hurried out the door to get breakfast. She got her typical bagel, but it was gone within three steps, and her poor belly cried out for more. Ignoring the sensation of her thickening thighs rubbing together as she headed subconsciously toward the buffet, she completely failed to notice a squiggly little corkscrew peek out above her equally widening rump. She barely greeted the staff and simply set her wallet on the counter, trusting them to take the money they needed out while she set to shoveling as much food onto her dishes as possible. Her breathing was a bit heavier now, and she wiped her nose with a big sniff in, but it stayed scrunched up when she moved her hand, and the new shape caused her to let out a snort.

Danielle plopped down heavily and looked down at her plate. It was a messy mishmash of various foods, looking more like a pig trough than a dignified meal, but she hardly cared. Her hands cramped up and fumbled the silverware, causing her to simply dive in face first - much too hungry to bother otherwise. She munched and snorted, her body widening quickly, thick with fat and toughened skin. She lifted her face to take a breath, and let out a loud piggish squeal of delight. Indeed, her face had stuck out, her scrunched nose more akin to a pig’s snout, and her hands had finished changing into the classic hooved feet of a common swine. Her legs began to shrink with her arms quickly following suit. The former woman oinked and squealed with distress, but not because she was turning into a fat pig, no… the part of her mind capable of even realizing such a thing was firmly locked away, merely a bystander in her own body. No, the pig squealed and oinked because it couldn’t reach its meal any longer. Eventually the staff approached and guided Danielle, or rather, the pig that once was Danielle, through a back door towards a large pickup truck.

Turns out pigs like these were worth their weight in gold, which explained how such a business could stay open with such low low prices - especially since their food is so good, it’ll change your life…