"Have you seen this letter, the man must be mad," expelled Lady Angela Duncan to her Estate Manager.
"How can he possible expect us to pay him conpensation for a sow that won't produce milk anymore?"
"He says that one of our tractors was in the wrong field, and startled his prize sucking sow so much that she has become barren," continued Lady Angela.
"I don't know a lot about the man," replied Brown her Estate manager. “He keeps to himself and spends all his time with his pigs.”
"Bring me the car round to the front of the Hall, I'll pay Our Farmer Ecric a swift visit, and give him a piece of my mind. Who does he think he his!" And with that, Lady Angela stormed out of the hall in the direction of her car.
Lady Angela, was in her early fifties, extremely attractive for a large women, she had never married but was no stranger to men, in her younger days she had "bedded" most of her work force, so the rumors had it. She drove the Land Rover expertly down the dirt road that separated her Estate lands from the troublesome Farmers fields. The sound of her Car on the farmyard gravel brought the problem pig farmer to the door.
"Good morning My Lady, got my letter I guess," smiled the Farmer.
"Yes I did, how dare you demand such a request," bellowed Her Ladyship.
"Look, come into the farm house and at least let me explain my problem," said the Farmer. His smile disarmed Lady Angela for a moment, and she entered the farmhouse and was shown to a chair. “My problem is that we have many young piglets, far more that their mothers can cope with, so a sucking sow helps by producing vast amounts of milk, and keeping all the piglets nourished.” The Farmer went on to explain. “Now because your tractor frightened my main sow, I have to feed them all by hand.”
"There is no way that we are responsible for that you know. You cannot honestly expect me to provide you with a new sow.” All though she had put her point over hard, Lady Angela felt herself "warming" to the farmer, who was about her age. She looked around the room for an indication of a wife.
"Glass of dandelion wine My Ladyship, my own recipe handed down in my family for hundreds of years." Without waiting for a reply he poured her a glass.
"Is your good lady not going to join us?" She asked.
“Not married, prefer the company of my pigs, far less complicated.”
She accepted the glass, drunk a good measure and complemented him on its quality. “You would make more money out of your wine, than running a pig farm. Must go, I am sorry that I can't help you in this matter, but at least its nice to meet your fellow farmers.” And with this she shook his hand and walked back to her Land Rover.
“Goodbye Lady Duncan, hope to see you soon.” As she drove away he smiled to himself, at the thought that Her ladyship would provide him with that sow very soon.
About a month later, Lady Angela noticed that when pulling on her stockings, her big toenail cut a hole in the bottom of one of them. On careful inspection she could see that both her big and first toenails were growing larger and out of shape. She hurriedly paid a trip to the local chiropodist. The chiropodist was quite alarmed, he suggested that she go to see a surgeon, as soon as possible, to remove her outgrowing toenails.
Lady Angela was upset, it was going to take weeks to see a surgeon, so she consoled herself with a large stiff drink and went and sat out in the sun on one of her loungers. She must have fallen into a deep sleep, in it she had this most unbelievable dream. She dreamed, she was naked and rolling about in a muddy substance. Although a very clean and tidy person, she found the thought of the mud was getting her excited. Suddenly, and from nowhere, strong hands grabbed her from behind and forced her face down in the mud. Before she could scream she felt a mans hands pull her legs apart and then insert an enormous penis deep into her vagina. The man fucked her, like she had never been fucked before; she turned round to see her assailant and was shocked to see in her dreams the pig farmer.
She woke up with a start, she was wet through, and she had just performed the best orgasm of her life. Her thoughts went to the farmer and she decided to visit him and make amends. When she got to the farm, he was nowhere to be found. She followed the sound of squealing pigs into the main sty. The Farmer was feeding the young pigs by hand from a large bottle.
"Hi, you've come then," he said with a smile. “How about helping me with these pigs.” Without question she picked up a piglet and fed it the bottle, all the time the piglet tried to shove his snout down the front of her dress.
"He's after your milk, My Lady," laughed the Farmer. “He can smell it you know.”
"I think not," she replied. But at the same time she felt her bra becoming wet from something. Something had happened between them, she felt a great need for his body. Feeding finished, they walked back to the Farm, they stood at the gate and the farmer held her in his arms.
"Thanks for coming back," he said.
“I felt I had to, I have agreed to supply you with a new sow, just tell me where to get one for you.”
"Too late, I have already got one on the way," he remarked with a large smile on his face. He held her head and covered her hungry mouth with his, her tongue went down his throat, as she became jelly in his arms. He removed her dress and soaking wet bra, although big she had a superb body. He lay her down and kissed her all over. His tongue forced its way between her legs and into her moist cunt. She was shocked at both the length and the roughness of it. Within seconds she came and flooded all over, he repeated this for a further two times, till she had her fill. Lady Angela grabbed his trousers, with the intention of removing them.
“No, not yet, it’s too soon.” He remarked quite strongly. “You will know when it’s time to join me.”
She returned home, her head swimming with emotions and thoughts. On arising the following morning she realized, what his comment about being too soon refered to. She went into the shower room and started to inspect her body. Her breasts had grown in the night and she was showing the signs of a further three pairs emerging below them. Her feet had taken on the appearance of pig's "trotters" and at the base of her spine grew a curly pigs tail. Instead of being frightened Lady Angela was thrilled at her transformation, and suddenly realized where the farmer's new sow was coming from.
She spent the entire day organizing her affairs; she contacted her lawyers and explained that she would be going away for some time, as she had no family, she left the running of the Estate to her manager, with instructions as to the depositing of the monies. By evening all her personal plans were in place.
She rose early the following morning, and went straight into the bathroom. She was both shocked and thrilled by her final transformations. Her nose was just ever so slightly upturned and could pass as "piggy" on a human. Her ears were definitely sowed, but her hair could be combed over them. The biggest changes involved her breasts; she now had eight, all perfect, large and dripping with milk. She held them and squeezed them hard, this brought on an incredible wave of orgasms. She just stood there with her legs apart and poured with her love juices. From the waist down she was now pure porcine, with pig’s hind legs. Tail and trotters. She felt good about her changes and could not wait to return to the farm.
"Come my darling Lady, lets find you your new room," the farmer said as he led her to the sty's.
“This looks just the job, I cleaned out today, and the floor is covered with nice new mud, pass me your clothes my love.” Angela stripped in front of him, and passed him all her clothes. He threw them into a small fire that was burning near to the sty. “You won't ever need clothes again my love, not for some years at least.” And with that, he pushed her on to the floor of the sty. She looked round to see him unbuckling his belt, and letting his corduroy trouser fall to the floor. He was from the waist down pure porcine, with the greatest pig’s cock she had ever seen. With a rush, he shoved his cock deep in to her sow’s cunt. He put his hand over her mouth as she screamed, then his hands grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard forcing the milk through his fingers. He fucked her over and over again, sometimes up her arse, as they rolled over in the mud. Afterwards he lay upright along the side of the stall and opened his legs; he grabbed her head and forced her to suck his engorged cock, and this she did with great pleasure.
“Well Lady Angela how do you like your new home, not quite the big house with all your servants, but you will be of far more use here, and I will make sure that all your dreams do come true.” He opened a small side door to the sty and let in eight hungry piglets. Angela lay down and let each one select its own breast to suckle from. She had a great feeling of wellbeing and for the first time in her life she felt she belonged and was wanted. Later, the farmer came and slipped into the sty, he woke her up and planted kisses on her lips and breasts, before long they were deep into sex and the farmer was making Lady A. squeal like the stuffed pig she was.
"How long have you been half pig?" Enquired Lady Angela.
“All my life, it runs in the family, I am a descendant of the sorceress Circe, my name spelt backwards. I have spent many years with the pigs. I am half boar and I have fathered most of the pigs in here.”
"Do you still want me now that I am mostly pig?" Asked Lady Angela. As if to answer her question the farmer lifted her up again and placed his hand deep into her wet cunt. She came over and over again.
Lady Angela, has now been a "pig woman" for nearly five years. She spends half the day enjoying good sex with her mate the farmer, and the rest feeding their many offsprings.
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