(F to Pig)

The notification came on your phone just a few minutes before the work day ended. There’s no reason to think it would be connected, and yet you can’t shake the feeling that this is more than a coincidence. It’s like the latest video was intentionally inconveniencing you, to see what you’d do.

Or maybe you’ve just been reading too many fantasy novels.

Either way, despite what other people might think, you’re a responsible worker. You know that other people have been getting yelled at for spending too much time on their phones. You’re fine with that, but you don’t want your boss to get chewed out on your account.

So you wait just a few minutes, long enough to get to the car. You consider pulling into another parking lot to watch, but you’re also impatient.

“Well, I’ve been waiting long enough!” Rosie chirps, a hint of irritation in her voice.

You flinch, that odd chill gripping you again.

“Sorry, sorry! I have to think pretty hard about this, I mean, I already got one wrong, right?” Today’s guest is cute, obnoxiously so. Not only does she have her hair tied in a complicated braid, but there are even a few charms in the braid that match the ones on her stockings.

She’s blushing a little, and you wonder what her first guess was. Rosie’s eyes flick to the camera, and for a moment you’re sure she’s looking right into you.

“Well, Lina, were pretty sure that you were ‘the cutest girl in the state’ and clearly that’s not what I think of you,” recaps Rosie with a small smirk.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. So I guess you think I’m an annoying girl?”

“Wrong again,” Rosie purrs. “Maybe you should focus less on appearances. Or not.”

You swear that Lina’s found a way to blush even harder. She might be likely to end up a tomato at this rate.

“Well, I’m at least a girl, right?”

“First one you’ve gotten right so far, but you’ll need to be more specific.” Rosie pokes Lina’s nose playfully, like a cat toying with a caught mouse.

You’re almost jealous. Almost.

“Specific? I mean… I’ve seen a few of your streams, so…” Lina gulps. “You at least think I’m a human girl, don’t you?”

Rosie tuts, waving her finger from side to side. Then she pokes Lina’s nose again. “Not quite.”

Lina gulps, looking from side to side worriedly. “Is it too late to quit?”

“You’re welcome to resign the remainder of your questions. But I’ll get to do with you what I want, and I certainly want.”

Voracious. That’s the best word to describe Rosie. She has an appetite, for viewers, for attention, for humanity itself. In some ways, it’s a little frightening.

“Please tell me it’s not a bug…” Lina mumbles.

Rosie snaps her fingers, and for a moment, you’re worried that Lina’s gotten that much right. But her ears look a little bigger than they were a minute ago, and last you knew, bugs weren’t known for having those.

“You’ve gotten the inhuman side right at least. But I have something much, much more fun for you in store. Assuming you don’t get it right.”

“Then… I’m a cute cat?” Lina’s nose twitches a little. Her thighs plump around her stockings, looking like a pair of miniature muffin tops. “Or… A bunny, maybe?”

“Two guesses at once? Someone’s bold,” Rosie chuckles. She walks behind Lina, giving you a clear view of the girl’s body. She’s still blushing like crazy, and her clothes look a little tighter on her form. She fidgets from side to side anxiously.

“And… Correct?” Lina shudders as Rosie draws in closer, draping her arms over the girl’s shoulders.

“Not in the slightest.”

“So… Am I a pet?” Lina quivers, her arms getting a little closer to her sides. It makes her swelling chest look a little more pronounced. You can see how she’s getting positively chubby.

“Maybe in some spaces.” Rosie reaches behind Lina, pressing her fingers firmly against the girl’s nose, squishing it against her face. Lina makes a half-whimper, that deepens into a grunt.

You get a horrible idea about what’s going to happen to the formerly petite girl.

“Hrrnk… Places like… A…rrnk… zoo?” Lina gulps.

“Is that a guess?”

“I’m ahhrrnk zoo animal?”

Rosie kneads Lina’s belly. It swells, untucking her shirt, straining its buttons. Rosie presses her fingers firmly against the girl’s doughy belly button. “Perhaps in some petting zoos, but I wouldn’t say that.”

Lina squeals. It’s a porcine sound, confirming your suspicions. You wonder how sheltered the girl must have been to not recognize herself. Pink skin, fat body, snorts and squeals…

Rosie looks up at the camera and winks. Why is she making it so obvious?

Lina gets redder, even as her skin gets pinker. “Lhyyyk a rrrnk-cow?” She wobbles a bit on her feet, falling back against Rosie. Her arms dangle in front of herself.

Did she just lose the ability to stand on two legs? Did Rosie know it would get this far? Was that why she moved behind her?

“I’m asking the questions here, sweetheart.”

Though Rosie purred that into Lina’s floppy pink ears, you’re sure the remark was directed at you.

“Urrnt… Am… Urrrm… I a sheeEEEp?” Lina squeals a little, her eyes watering. Her hands twitch like crazy, fingers spasming. Then they stiffen and darken. It looks like they’re turning to stone, almost. Or into hooves.

Probably hooves.

“Nope.” Rosie reaches behind Lina’s body, and starts moving her arm like she’s turning a gear. You’re unsure of why until Lina squeals, fattening further, straining at her body.

She has to be winding Lina’s tailbone like a corkscrew, turning it around and around… And in the process, she’s fattening Lina further and further. The girl is going to be a pig, you’re sure of it. Anyone with eyes or ears should be sure of it. So why…

Lina’s nose twitches, a bit of snot dribbling from one of her widening nostrils. Tears are budding at her eyes, and she keeps looking anywhere but at the camera. She wriggles as her clothes start to creak and pop.

You’re reminded of some of that store-bought dough that comes in a tube – specifically, the moment that tube falls under so much pressure that it can’t do anything but burst.

Why doesn’t she just say it?

“Lina, sweetie… I think by now, you have to know…” Rosie wraps her slender fingers around Lina’s fattening throat. “So?”

“Suurnk-so whhurrrnk?” Lina musters up a bit of defiance. “Hrrry’m not sorrrhm arrrnkuhmul…” Drool starts to drip past her lips as her lower teeth form a pair of pronounced tusks. Her body fattens even more; then finally her clothes have had enough.

They burst off of her with an almost comical popping sound, leaving her piglike body plain to see. She’s a fat sow, oversized but with human hair, as though it’s solely there to remind her of who she was.

“Hrrryyyym uh ggrrrrnk! Grrrrulll!” Lina slobbers, her pig’s tongue flopping from her growing snout. Her eyes glaze over a little. She squirms a bit, but now it’s less like a girl trapped in a pig’s body and more like a pig trapped in a woman’s embrace.

“Poor thing… So, all along, you were too proud to admit to yourself that you were just a fat sow…” Rosi pauses, then hums. “But you know… If you guess correctly, you could just use your wish to turn back to normal.”

Lina’s eyes widen. She squirms a little more frantically. “Hrrrnk! Prrrrrruuiiiisthe! Uh… Uhrrrrrnk! Rrrrnk! Puh… Pprrrrnk! Prrrroinnk! HRRRUII!”

She’s completely lost the ability to speak like a human… Can Rosie even understand her like this?

“Aw, sorry… I don’t speak pig. Guess I’ll never know if you’d guess right, huh?” Rosie laughs, then pushes the new sow off of her.

The pig that used to be Lina squeals, falling forward and clopping onto her new trotters. Her upturned nose twitches like crazy, and her fat body jiggles with every move she makes. It’s pitiful. In some ways, it’s almost comical.

You shouldn’t think that, though. The moral thing to do would be to think that it’s wrong for a cute girl to become some fat dumb sow. You shouldn’t like the thought of her squirming around in the mud like a shameless beast. So why do you?

“Well, since none of us are pig whisperers, I guess that means I win! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s sold off as a breeder, and not bacon.”

You’re not sure if that’s better.

“But, more importantly, as always, thank you all just so much for watching. I’m sure some of you might even be starting to understand me a little bit better. Who knows? Maybe if you finally get me, we’ll meet up! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

You’re not that far gone. You gulp and close the stream, a little guilty. You don’t need to hear the usual speech about liking and subscribing.

You’ve already done both, after all.