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Chapter 2: The Farmhouse Welcome

The afternoon passed in a blur. Jenny sat through her last two classes, but the lessons washed over her without sinking in. Every few minutes, the word piglet echoed through her mind, and each time it did, a warm pulse of pleasure spread through her body. She pressed her thighs together under her desk, trying to focus on the teacher’s voice, yet all she could think about was four o'clock.
By the time the final bell rang, her panties were soaked through. She practically ran to the clinic.
Ms. Baker was waiting. Her office door was already open, and she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, watching Jenny approach with a knowing smile.
"Right on time," the nurse said, her voice warm with approval. "Good girl."
Jenny shuddered. The pleasure hit her instantly, making her knees weak. She grabbed the doorframe to steady herself.
"Come inside, dear. We need to talk about your treatment."
Jenny followed her into the office, and Ms. Baker closed the door behind them. The click of the lock made Jenny's heart rate spike, but she didn't know why. She trusted Ms. Baker. Ms. Baker was helping her.
"Sit." Ms. Baker gestured to the exam table, and Jenny hopped up automatically. The paper crinkled beneath her, familiar now. Comforting.
Ms. Baker pulled her chair over and sat directly in front of Jenny, close enough that their knees touched. She reached out and took both of Jenny's hands in her own.
"Tell me what's been troubling you, Jenny. And don't just say 'identity issues.' I want to understand your daily life. Your stressed mind."
Jenny swallowed. Where to even begin? "It's... everything. School work is relentless. I have two school projects due next week, and I haven't started any of them because I can't focus." Her voice cracked slightly. "My parents expect me to get all A’s, do choirs after school, watch my twin sisters when mom cooks dinner.
I'm exhausted all the time."
"Go on."
"Washing myself even feels like such a chore.” Showering, brushing my hair, helping with laundry—it's all so much. I skip school lunch because the cafeteria is overwhelming, and then I feel dizzy during class." Jenny's eyes were wet now. "Everyone expects so much of me, but I'm barely holding on. I don't know who I'm supposed to be or what I'm supposed to want. Thinking about it all makes me want to scream."
Ms. Baker squeezed her hands gently. "That sounds exhausting for such a little girl."
"It is." Jenny slumped slightly. "I just want a break. I want to stop thinking for a while."
"Then you've come to the right place." Ms. Baker released her hands and stood, moving behind Jenny to rest her palms on the girl's shoulders again. Her thumbs began working into the knots of tension. "You've been carrying such a heavy load. School. Parents expectations . Self-care. All of it piling up on your young shoulders. It's too much for anyone to handle—especially a sweet little thing like you."
Jenny melted under the touch. Her head dropped forward, her spine curving.
"The Animal Farm program will take all of that away," Ms. Baker murmured. Her breath was warm against Jenny's ear. "No more schedules. No more decisions. No more pressure to perform as a human when that's clearly not what you are."
"Not... what I am?"
"Hush." Ms. Baker's thumbs pressed deeper. "Don't think. Just listen. The farm is outside the city, away from all the noise and stress. Fresh air. Open spaces. A simple, uncomplicated life. You'll have a comfortable pen, good food, and all the rest you need. No expectations except to exist and be content."
"That sounds..." Jenny's voice was dreamy. "Perfect."
"Good girl." The pleasure washed through her, and Jenny moaned softly. Her body felt heavy and light at the same time. Floating.
Since you parents gave us permission we can start today. "Now, I'm going to drive you to the farm. During the trip, I want you to let go of the city. Let go of school. Let go of your stress. Each mile we travel will take you further from your old life and closer to your new one. Does that sound nice?"
"Yes, Ms. Baker."
"Oink."
The word hit Jenny like a physical force. Her mind blanked completely, and her body filled with an overwhelming need to obey. To please. To be good.
"Stand up, piglet. It's time to go."
Jenny rose from the exam table without hesitation. Her body moved on its own, guided by Ms. Baker's voice.
The nurse grabbed her car keys and purse, then placed a hand on the small of Jenny's back, steering her through the clinic's back exit. Coach Wilson greeted them behind the school. I see you took my advice. Good girl you are in good hands. Coach smiled. Ms. Baker gave him a pinch on the cheek. “See you at the cookout this weekend.” She gave him a wink as she guided Jenny onward. A silver sedan waited in the staff lot. Jenny climbed into the passenger seat, her movements slow and compliant.
Ms. Baker slid behind the wheel and started the engine. The car hummed to life, and they pulled out of the parking lot.
Jenny watched through the window as her school disappeared behind them. The brick buildings, the students walking to class, the whole world she'd been struggling in— all of it faded. Each block they drove felt like shedding a layer of skin. Her shoulders relaxed. Her jaw unclenched.
"That's it," Ms. Baker said, glancing over. "Let it all go. The city is behind you now."
They merged onto the highway, leaving the urban sprawl. Jenny watched the buildings give way to trees, then open fields. The afternoon sun painted everything gold. The countryside rolled past—green pastures, wooden fences, distant barns.
Something about the view felt right. Like coming home to a place she'd never been.
"It's beautiful," Jenny whispered.
"The farm is even better." Ms. Baker smiled. "You'll have your own space. Your own routine. Simple pleasures. No complicated thoughts required."
Jenny's thighs pressed together. The promise of simple pleasures made her body thrum with anticipation.
They drove for another twenty minutes before turning onto a gravel road. A farmhouse came into view—white clapboard, a wide front porch, red shutters. It looked old-fashioned, homey. The kind of place where time moved slower.
Ms. Baker parked in front of the porch and turned off the engine. She turned to face Jenny, her expression warm but commanding.
"Welcome to your new life, piglet."
Jenny shivered at the word. Her mind went soft and fuzzy.
"Come."
They climbed out of the car. The air smelled like grass and earth, clean and fresh. Ms. Baker led Jenny up the porch steps and unlocked the front door.
Inside, the farmhouse was cozy. Wooden floors, floral wallpaper, plush furniture. A fire crackled in the hearth even though it wasn't cold. Everything about the space felt designed for comfort.
Ms. Baker guided Jenny through a hallway and into a room at the back of the house. It was larger than Jenny expected, with soft pink walls and a thick foam mat covering the floor. A large cushion sat in one corner, and a low table held an assortment of bowls and supplies.
"This is where you'll stay during your treatment," Ms. Baker explained. "The mat is for sleeping. The cushion is for resting. Everything is designed to make you comfortable."
Jenny looked around the room. It should have felt strange, but instead, it felt safe. Contained. Like she belonged here.
"Before we begin, I need to prepare you." Ms. Baker stood in front of Jenny, her posture straight and authoritative. "The treatment works best when you fully embrace your role. No hesitation. No doubts. You need to let go of Jenny and become piglet. Do you understand?"
"I... I think so."
"Good. Now, let's get you into piggy mode." Ms. Baker's voice dropped into the rhythm Jenny recognized from before— soft, melodic, impossible to resist. "Close your eyes."
Jenny's eyelids fluttered shut.
"Breathe deeply. In and out. That's it. You're safe here. You're home. No more stress. No more decisions. Just peace and obedience."
Jenny's body swayed slightly, her mind drifting.
"When I snap my fingers, you will be fully in piglet mode. You will understand that this is your true self. You will feel content, happy, and eager to please. Nothing else will matter."
Jenny waited, her whole being focused on that single sound.
"Are you ready, piglet?"
"Yes," Jenny breathed.
Ms. Baker snapped her fingers.
The world shifted. Jenny's thoughts emptied completely, replaced by a warm, floating contentment. She was piglet. She was home. She was good.
Her eyes opened, and she looked up at Ms. Baker with adoration.
Ms. Baker smiled down at her, and her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"Welcome to Animal Farm, piglet. Let's begin."