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....

CHAPTER TWO

"Cor!" says a voice I don't know. "She's huge!"

"Yes, very nice," says another lecherous voice. "Gorgeous fat arse!" And I feel a rough hand grabbing at my naked bottom.

"Come on then," He says to the two strangers. "Since you're here, you can help me get her out."

"Right!"

"Sure!"

Between them, the men grab the pole that I'm tied to and lift me out onto the grass. I see that we're at the edge of a wood, and recognise it as a place we've been to before.

There are several cars parked along a narrow dirt track, including another van with PPPPP on the side.

One of the strangers, who is crouching down by my head, caressing my breasts, is clutching a flier with the same letters on. I've seen these fliers before, lying round in piles in His house.

They are pink in color, and are headed, 'PPPPP - Private Pig Performances for Paying Perverts'.

Then underneath, there's a time and date, and a string of numbers which those in the know will realise is a grid reference, indicating which isolated countryside spot that particular event will be taking place in.

'Pigs in Attendance,' I notice the flier goes on to say, 'Pinky, Perky, Piggy, Porky and Plumper.'

Porky - that's me.

It's the only name He's called me by for months now, but I still blush with embarrassment whenever I hear it.

"Come on then, into the woods," He says, and I get picked up again and carried some way - dangling upside down from my pole - into the cover of some nearby bushes.

That's enough," He decides, looking round, and I'm laid down on the ground again, on my back.

"She's too heavy to carry - she can go the rest of the way under her own steam.

My hands and feet are untied, and the gag is at last removed from my mouth. The pole they were carrying me by now becomes the stick with which He will drive me and direct me - just like real pigs get driven or herded along by being slapped on both sides of the rump with a special flattened rod.

I'm poked til I get onto all fours - I know better than to try and stand up like a human being - then he uses the stick to part my legs.

"Get rid of it quickly," He tells me, and knowing what he means, I gratefully empty my bladder onto the forest floor, trying not to think about the fact that two strangers are standing close by and watching and listening to me pee!

When I'm done, he slaps my arse with the pole.

"Okay, come on now, Porky, off we go. Time to get moving."

The path ahead of me is rough and dirty and uneven - I'd like to see him crawl along it on his bare hands and knees! - but there's nothing for it but to move forward, driven on by His blows, and struggling to keep my shoulders and head up, because when I'm not careful, my big tits can drag on the ground, the nipples getting bashed by stones and branches and tree roots, making me wince with pain.

He chats for a while with the men, who are ogling me as I move, and clearly trying to suppress their excitement.

"What do you feed her on?" one asks.

"Spunk and lard," He says. "And recently I've been making up a special pigswill of liquidised dripping and potatoes.

"Lard? What, just actually get her to each whole blocks of white lard?"

"Yes, that's how I started her off," He says. "She didn't like it, but I think it's best to use pure fat to make fat. She put on five stone in five months!"

The memory of the sickly and boring chunks of lard I was forced to eat daily for weeks when I first came under His influence, threatens to churn my stomach. The enforced overnight tube feeding I've now progressed to is a horrible experience, but at least I don't taste anything much, and I don't have to chew on raw fat for hour after hour!

After a bit more boasting, He sends the other men on ahead.

"Just need a moment alone with her before all the excitement," He says.

The men must guess what he means.

"Er... can't we..?"

"Not yet," He says. "You need to have your memberships checked and the money collected first - sorry."

The men carry on along the path reluctantly, while He comes round to my head, yanks it upwards, and shoves His big stiff cock in my mouth.

"Don't want to start off too aroused," he mutters, more to Himself than to me. "Long day ahead."

A few fierce thrusts and He's filled up my mouth with spunk. I swallow it all down and lick Him clean like I was taught to long ago. He wipes up a little dribble from my chin and makes me suck it from His finger.

"Now you be a good girl today, Porky. You know what'll happen if you don't give a good performance - I don't really want to leave you overnight on that mud-dunking machine again..."

To Be Continued....

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