Oh I know, he could never truly think like a pig, who even knows what that entails. I am quite certain that he just goes insane and accepts that he is...a pig. But I don't like to tell him that, it will make him fight harder. I want the insanity to be the surprise, so as he is going mad, part of him resigns himself to the pig reprogramming and just loses control.It usually takes a few months, so after I got back from my summer trip to Europe I checked in on how the piggie was doing. Despite how. He had been drinking and decided to take a train home. It was raining and foggy and out of nowhere there was the most beautiful woman waiting for the train. She was different than most women.She had dark curly hair and the blackest eyes you’d ever seen. She had a voluptuous body and had the nicest set of knockers. She was wearing the most revealing outfit and Gary wondered why she’d be alone looking like that.Gary felt a twitch in his pants while looking at the mysterious woman. She made Gary. Ignoring the beer running down the wall and glass underfoot, he headed out the door.There was a heavy police presence on the streets as he headed towards the police station. It looked like they had drafted spare Land Rover Snatches from other stations. They sat in small groups in quiet streets, three and a half litre V8s purring away. The commanders had obviously been told to stay out of sight of the trouble, in an effort to avoid any escalation. Not that four ton of armoured police Rover could. She remembered too, how she had felt answering the door in her ‘uniform’, and the way she had felt the odd tingles of exhibitory delight rush through her. Something in her had changed, she knew that. The more she played the sexy maid for her brother, the more she hungered to show off for him. The more she watched him orgasm, the more she had come to like it. To crave it. To want even more. She was doing it for the money, doing it to make him happy and to keep paying her, but more and more she.