Chapter 3: The Piglet's Inspection

Jenny stood in the center of the pink-walled room, her mind fuzzy and warm, floating in the comfortable blankness that came with being piglet. Ms. Baker circled her slowly, those reading glasses catching the soft light from the overhead fixture, her auburn hair still perfectly pinned back.
"Before we go any further," Ms. Baker said, her voice dropping into that melodic rhythm that made Jenny's thoughts turn to honey, "I need to add a few more triggers. Things that will help you settle into your new life."
Jenny nodded eagerly. She wanted to settle in. She wanted to be good.
"Good girl."
The pleasure washed through her, and Jenny whimpered softly, her thighs pressing together. Her panties were still damp from earlier, and the sensation only made her more aware of how wet she'd been all afternoon.

"Now, repeat after me," Ms. Baker continued, moving closer until she stood directly in front of Jenny. "I exist to please Ms. Baker."
"I exist to please Ms. Baker," Jenny echoed. The words settled into her mind like warm stones sinking into water.
"Ms. Baker's happiness is my happiness."
"Ms. Baker's happiness is my happiness."
"When Ms. Baker touches me, I feel pleasure."
"When Ms. Baker touches me, I feel pleasure."
"Good girl." Another wave of bliss, and Jenny's knees nearly buckled. She caught herself, swaying slightly, her breath coming faster. Ms. Baker reached out and steadied her with one hand on her shoulder.

"There, there, piglet. We're almost done. One more trigger for today." She cupped Jenny's chin, tilting her face up. Their eyes met. "When I say the word 'obey,' you will feel a deep, irresistible need to follow my instructions. It will make you happy to obey. It will make you wet to obey. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Good girl."
Jenny shuddered, a moan slipping past her lips. Her whole body felt electric, hypersensitive, every nerve ending tuned to Ms. Baker's voice.

Ms. Baker stepped back, her gaze traveling down Jenny's body with an appraising look. She gestured at Jenny's school uniform—the rumpled blouse, the plaid skirt, the knee socks.

"Silly piglet," she said, a laugh in her voice. "Animals don't wear clothes."
Jenny blinked. Of course. The realization struck her as wonderfully obvious, and she laughed too, a bubbly, unthinking sound.
"I'm not a person anymore," she said, the thought crystallizing as she spoke it. "I'm a piglet. Piglets don't wear clothes."
"Exactly right." Ms. Baker's smile widened. "Now, take them off. All of them."

"Obey."
The trigger hit Jenny like a physical command. Her hands moved before her mind could catch up, fingers working at the buttons of her blouse. She felt a warm surge of satisfaction with each piece of clothing that fell away. Her blouse dropped to the foam mat. Then her skirt, sliding down her legs. She unclasped her training bra and let it fall, then hooked her thumbs in her damp panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them along with her shoes and socks.

She stood naked before Ms. Baker, her young freckled body exposed, and instead of shame, she felt only a strange pride. She was being good. She was doing what piglets do.

"Very nice," Ms. Baker murmured, her gaze tracking over Jenny's budding breasts, her hips, the curve of her waist. "Now get down on all fours so I can inspect my piglet."

Jenny dropped immediately to her hands and knees, the foam mat soft beneath her. She found herself naturally settling into the position, knees apart, back slightly arched. It felt right. Natural.

Ms. Baker circled her again, this time closer. Then her fingers made contact—light, exploring touches that traced along Jenny's spine, across her shoulders, down her flanks.
Jenny's breath caught. Her skin tingled in the wake of each touch. The trigger was working—every brush of Ms. Baker's fingers sent small sparks of pleasure through her body.

"Your skin is lovely," Ms. Baker observed, her palm smoothing over Jenny's lower back. "So soft. So responsive."
Her hand curved around to Jenny's front, fingers finding her breast. Jenny gasped when Ms. Baker's thumb brushed her nipple, already stiff. Then she pinched—firm, deliberate pressure—and Jenny's back arched, a low moan escaping her throat.

"Sensitive," Ms. Baker noted, rolling the nipple between her fingers. "Good."
She gave Jenny's other breast the same attention, pinching and tugging until Jenny was panting, her hips shifting restlessly. The wetness between her thighs was becoming impossible to ignore. She could feel it slicking her folds, making her ache for something more.

Ms. Baker's hand traveled downward, fingers trailing across Jenny's stomach, over the curve of her hip. Then they dipped between her legs, sliding through the wetness there.

"My, my," Ms. Baker said, her tone thick with satisfaction. "I see you are enjoying yourself."
Jenny whimpered in response. She couldn't deny it. Her body was thrumming with need, every nerve focused on

Ms. Baker's touch.
"Such an eager little piglet." Ms. Baker's finger circled Jenny's entrance, teasing. "You want more, don't you?"
"Yes," Jenny breathed. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please... please touch me more. Please."

Ms. Baker made a soft, approving sound. Then she pushed one finger inside.
Jenny's whole body clenched and released, a shudder running through her. No one has ever touched her there beside herself.

Ms. Baker's finger was cool and deliberate, pumping slowly in and out, curling to find the spot that made Jenny see stars.
"Good girl."
The trigger hit her, and Jenny cried out, her inner walls squeezing tight around Ms. Baker's finger. The dual sensation was almost too much—the physical pleasure compounded by the hypnotic command.

Ms. Baker added a second finger, stretching Jenny open. Her thumb found Jenny's clit, rubbing in slow circles, and Jenny's arms shook, barely holding her up. Her head dropped, her pigtails swaying, desperate sounds spilling from her lips.
"Such a responsive little thing," Ms. Baker said, almost to herself. Her fingers moved faster, harder. "You'll make a fine addition to the farm."

Jenny couldn't form words anymore. She could only moan and rock her hips back against Ms. Baker's hand, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her.
But just as she felt herself nearing the edge, Ms. Baker withdrew her fingers. Jenny whimpered at the loss, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.

"Now, now," Ms. Baker soothed. "We're not done with your inspection. There's one more thing You need to truly b transformed."

She crossed the room to a dresser and pulled open a drawer. When she returned, she held something in her hand—something metal and pink, shaped like a corkscrew with a flared base.
Jenny stared at it, her hazy mind trying to process what she was seeing.

"This is your tail, piglet," Ms. Baker explained. "All proper pigs have tails. But before I put it in, I need you to get it ready."
She held the metal buttplug with a corkscrew tail to Jenny's lips.

"Suck."
Jenny opened her mouth without hesitation. She took the metal bulb into her mouth, her tongue working around the the shape, coating it with saliva. She felt a strange pride in doing it well—making it wet and slippery for what came next.

"Good girl."
The pleasure hit her again, and she moaned around the metal tail, her eyes fluttering closed.
When Ms. Baker pulled it from her mouth, it glistened. She moved around behind Jenny, out of her line of sight. Jenny felt hands on her hips, adjusting her position, spreading her wider.

"Relax, piglet. This will feel strange at first, but you'll learn to love it."
Something cold and slick pressed against Jenny's other opening. She tensed instinctively.
"Relax," Ms. Baker repeated. "Obey."
Her body softened immediately. The metal pushed inside, slow and steady, the bulb shape object opening her up inch by inch. It was uncomfortable—strange—but the trigger made her accept it, made her want to accept it.

When the flared base settled against her, Jenny felt oddly complete. The metal tail stuck out between her legs, the weight of it a constant reminder of what she now was.

"Beautiful," Ms. Baker pronounced, stepping back to admire her work. "Now you look like a proper piglet."
She helped Jenny adjust her stance, knees wider, back arched, making the tail swish slightly with each movement. Jenny found herself liking the sensation—the fullness, the slight weight, the way it made her hyperaware of that part of her body.

Ms. Baker circled her once more, nodding with satisfaction. "Excellent. The treatment is progressing well."

But before she could say anything else, there was a sound from elsewhere in the house—footsteps, quick and light, approaching down the hallway.
Ms. Baker's head turned toward the door.
A moment later, a face appeared in the doorway.
It was another young girl—Asian, perhaps half Jenny's age, with straight black hair that fell past her shoulders.

She was completely naked, her slim body on display without a hint of self-consciousness. Around her neck was a thin leather collar with a small silver charm shaped like a duck.
Her face lit up when she saw Jenny.

"Oh!" The girl clasped her hands together, bouncing on her feet with barely contained excitement. "A new pet! Ms. Baker, you didn't tell me we were getting a new pet today!"

She crossed the room in quick, light steps, circling Jenny with wide, curious eyes. Jenny stayed frozen on all fours, uncertain what to make of this intrusion.

"A piglet," the girl said delightedly. "I've never had a piglet friend before. Hello, piglet! I'm Little Miss Ducky!"

She crouched down to Jenny's level, her dark eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.
"Are you going to stay with us? Are you going to be part of the farm? We can play together and eat together and sleep together and—"

"That's enough, Ducky." Ms. Baker's voice was firm but fond. "Let piglet breathe."
Ducky straightened up, though her smile didn't dim. "Sorry, Ms. Baker. I'm just so excited!"

She bounced on her heels again, her tiny breasts jiggling with the movement. The charm on her collar caught the light.
Jenny watched her through a haze of confusion and lingering arousal.

This was another pet. Another girl like her. Someone who had gone through the same treatment, the same hypnosis.
Somehow, that realization made the whole thing feel more real. More permanent.

Ms. Baker placed a hand on Jenny's back, her palm warm and grounding. "Ducky is one of my farm residents," she explained. "She's been here for nearly a months now.

She'll help you settle in."
Ducky beamed. "I'll be the best helper! I can show you where the food bowls are and where we sleep and—"

She stopped suddenly, her eyes dropping to Jenny's backside, where the pink metal tail protruded.

"Oh! She already has her tail! Ms. Baker, she's so pretty! Can we keep her? Please?"
Ms. Baker laughed softly. "That's the plan, Ducky.

Now, why don't you show piglet around while I prepare dinner? I'm sure she has questions."
Ducky grabbed Jenny's hand, tugging her up from all fours with surprising strength.

Jenny wobbled, unused to the new weight inside her, but Ducky tried steadied her with quick, responsive hands.
"Come on, piglet! Let me show you everything!" Ducky talked a mile a minute with Jenny half listening. “Come, we can check out Daisy Moo in the barn. She’s on the milking machine. “

And as Jenny let herself be led from the room, she caught one last glimpse of Ms. Baker watching them go, that satisfied smile still on her face.