"I-- I deserve this..." Melony grumbles, placing her hands over her face. It had been less than a week since she was diagnosed with Livestock Syndrome. After two days of anxiety and testing, she received the catastrophic news.
"Hnnng..." She groaned, doubling over as her bones creaked and popped. She felt her thighs, arms, and stomach plump up. "Is-- is this a cruel nightmare? I want to wake up," she weakly stammered as tears welled.
She remembered her sheer horror upon receiving the news. Within a week, she would be a fat pig, almost indistinguishable from any you'd see at a farm. Her body was to fatten while her hands and feet became hooves. The only silver lining was that she would be treated with the utmost respect and care on a government-sanctioned farm and could retain a few of her human characteristics.
'Is this karma? Please-- someone help me...' She prayed as her hands and feet shuddered and began to change. As her ankles reshaped, she fell to her hands and knees. "Urrrghh!" Her neck broadened and reshaped, forcing her head lower and forward. In seconds, her mouth jutted outward, her nose flattening against her face. "M-- My mou--moushh--" she groaned, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Melony remembered all the girls she bullied, starting from Middle School and all the way through High School. There were more than a few she made fun of and tormented for their weight. One girl, in particular, was often called a pig by her.
"I- Errhhhh-- sh-- schquueeee!" She squealed as her feminine curves slowly melted away. As she tried to stand, she was wholly unable to do so. Her hands had already reformed into a set of cloven hooves, supporting her quadruped, porcine figure.
All the while, her tits expanded, her areola growing as they became increasingly sensitive. The victims she bullied flitted through her mind as she let out a pathetic squeal of defeat. "S-- Sschweee..."
Life would never be the same for Melony. Hopefully, in time, she would learn that there are worse things than being a pig.