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CHAPTER ONE
I'm lying naked in the back of a van, and I'm terrified, because I've got to be a mud pig today!
I've done this before - I'm pretty used to it now - but it doesn't get any easier.
It seems like we've been driving for hours, and I'm quite desperate for a pee, but I've no idea how long this journey is going to go on for.
There was a long straight bit - probably we were on a motorway, taking us out of the city - then a long stop, presumably while HE had his breakfast in some cafe and read the morning paper!
Now the road's winding more, and the pace is slower, so I hope we're nearly there, but it's even more uncomfortable for me, as I'm getting thrown around, and banging my head on the inside of the van.
My head is a sore point literally and metaphorically!
It's been shaved.
It was shaved yesterday, along with everywhere else, including my pubes and pussy.
I'm supposed to be a pig, you see.
Pigs aren't hairy.
My bald head itches dreadfully, and it feels cold - you don't realise how hair keeps your head warm, and how much you miss it.
But the worst thing is the humiliation of it - it's so strange and psychologically uncomfortable, so embarrassing for a woman to be completely bald.
And I had such beautiful 'big' hair - all those blonde curls gone!
I was so ashamed to look at myself when He showed me what I looked like in a mirror. I cried with shame and grief - mourning the loss of my beautiful hair!
The van swerves suddenly and there's some honking.
He had better be more careful, or He'll get stopped by the Police!
I wonder what would happen then?
They wouldn't believe their eyes when they saw what He had in the back of his van!
The van's quite new - it's been bought specially for the purpose it's being used for today - to transport human pig-girls around in.
On each side there's some lettering, and a mobile telephone number.
The letters are PPPPP. I know what this stands for, but other people wouldn't.
What cheek, to put it on the side of His van! But then I suppose this is His business now. He's using me to make him lots of money!
So what would that Policeman see, if he asked to look in the back of this white van?
Me - a big fat naked woman all tied up and with a pig's snout attached to her face and a piggy tail stuck on her rump!
I'm completely naked, my big tits and newly shaved pussy uncovered and unprotected.
I'm lying on my side, and my wrists and ankles are tied together in front of me with lots of thick rope - tied together, and to a big thick wooden bar which is my only companion in the back of the van.
It's clear what this is for - I know only too well.
They are going to use it to pick me up and carry me around, like I'm a dead deer, or a pig being carried to the spit!
My mouth has been gagged for the journey with a big rubber ball, strapped tightly in place with a leather strap. I wouldn't have made a noise - He has me well trained now - but I guess He didn't want to take any risks.
The second strap around my shaved head is the special elasticated, skin-coloured one, that keeps the snout in place. HeÍs experimented with various pig masks, from specially moulded complete ones, which pull over your head and cover it completely, to tiny little stick-on snouts that go over your nose. This is somewhere in between. It's quite long and prominent, and does it's job of changing my face into something like that of a pig's perfectly.
But it doesn't cover or get in the way of my mouth - HE likes to keep this free, I'm sure you can imagine why!
I also have pigs ears - floppy pink rubbery ones - attached to my own ears.
These are possibly, but not quite, as humiliating as the snout. At least I can't see them, only feel them - and imagine what they make me look like!
The piggy tail - a big curly one - has been stuck between the top of my buttocks with special glue.
I never get away with being a pig without the tail - it's the most essential part of being a pig-girl.
Sometimes I have to wear one that goes up my butthole, but in general He likes to keep this clear as well.
There's only one other thing for an observer to see, if he were looking at me lying there in my naked, piggish splendour. I have a big round blue stamp on my buttock which says 'Spunk Fattened Sow'.
It's a bit misleading, as I'm not entirely spunk fattened - I've been fattened mainly on liquidised pigswill, force-fed into me overnight through a tube!
But, I have to admit, there has been one hell of a lot of spunk passing through my mouth over the last few months, so I guess that spunk has contributed substantially to my flab!
Ah, it seems we're arriving now. There's lots of bumping around, as if we've come off the road and are on some sort of track, and now the van has pulled up, and He has turned the engine off.
I hear doors slamming, and the van rocks as He gets out of it.
I hear Him talking with what sounds like another couple of men, then the rear doors of the van are opened, and I'm squinting up at the bright light...
To be continued....
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