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Stacy Blaze had come to the State Fair every year since she was seven years old, and ten years later she stayed true to the tradition. She tried to ignore the fact that she was so out of place in the crowd of visitors. Unlike most others attending, she was a beautiful brunette with no hint of ever eating a bite of the greasy carnival food they offered.
She roamed the grounds idly, passing amusement rides and dart-throwing games. Stacy had just finished glancing at a craft-sale when she found herself outside the rows of barns that showcased farm animals. The roar of grunts and squeals, not to mention the overwhelming stench of feces, were usually enough to ward off the average person. But not Stacy; she strolled right inside without a second thought.
The source of most all noise and filth in the barn were the pigs. She remembered that as a little girl she had always been quite fascinated by the swine, and had even carried around a tiny plush version of the animal. Now, however, they only provided mild amusement. The way they squealed loudly to each other and sloppily ate from their trough was enough to make her chuckle, but nothing more. Stacy was fully prepared to move on to the next pen, but someone caught her by the shoulder. She turned to face them in surprise.
There stood a young man, perhaps twenty-three at the most. He bared the charm of a country boy, with the unshaven face and ruffled caramel-colored hair. The uniform he wore, which was nothing more than dirty overalls, was enough to signal that he was a volenteer here at the barn.
When he spoke, he carried a light southern accent: “You seemed to like them pigs, huh?” He smiled, and Stacy couldn’t help but smile as well.
“Yeah, I guess.” She agreed, shrugging one shoulder. Glancing back into the swine’s’ pen, she made an observation and frowned. “There aren’t very many this year, is there? I remember there being at least six…” Stacy recalled, fishing into her memory as she watched the three pigs. Strangely, it looked as if they perked when she spoke of them As if they could comprehend.
The handsome man scratched his head and nodded. “Yeah, there weren’t enough sows to breed last year. Hopefully we’ll get some more soon.” The pigs were staring at her now with unnatural seriousness in their eyes. Stacy looked away uncomfortably, only to find that the farm-boy was staring at her as well. She cleared her throat and he snapped out of his creepy concentration.
“So, you wanna see the back room?” He asked suddenly. “There’s some pretty cool stuff. We ain’t supposed to show it to just anybody, but I think you’re worthy.” He cracked another adorable smile and Stacy melted under it.
She nodded slowly. “Y-yeah, sure.”
He seemed to recognize her flirtatiously dazed eyes, for he took her by the hand and personally led her to a door beside the pig pen. Stacy hadn’t noticed it before, but put no further thought into the matter as they stepped inside and he closed the door behind them. The pigs outside began to squeal in odd panic but it was too late. Inside, it was black as pitch, and she began to ask for a light when something sharp was injected into her arm.
She gasped and jerked away as a light was finally put on. They were in a cramped room, with boxes of glass syringes filled with a mysterious clear liquid, much like the one the young man was holding.
Stacy rubbed her sore arm and scowled angrily at him. “What the hell was that?” She demanded accusingly. The hick shrugged and then chuckled, watching the spot on her arm that he had punctured. At first Stacy did not understand but then her fingers rubbed against a rough patch of skin, much different from the soft flesh she called her own.
Instantly, she checked the spot and saw that her moisturized complexion was becoming hairy and light pink. It was spreading across her arm, and signs of the horrible miracle were starting to show on the opposite arm. Stacy screamed and began to swear repetitively.
“What the hell’s happening to me?! You bastard, make it stop! I’ll scream louder, I’ll make sure they hear me.” Stacy threatened, but the farm-boy just grinned and shook his head. He had but one word for the frantic girl: “Soundproof.”
The changes progressed; the new skin spread in all directions, causing a great itching sensation. Stacy moaned in shock and anger, and finally turned her rage on the man who had started it. She went toward with her fists prepared, but when she went for a swing she saw that the ability to create a fist was no longer in her grasp. All that remained of her manicured hand was two stubby, black appendages that were beginning to harden into cloven hooves. Tiny bits of pink nail polish remained on each hoof.  
Stacy cried and sank to her knees in horror. The skin had by this time reached her face, but it did not just change texture. Her little nose, the cause of much envy by her peers, was now shoving outwards and flattening into a snorting pig-nose. Her slender face began to round and gain chubbiness in her cheeks.  And now even her ears were falling victim, becoming pointed with floppiness at the end.
As Stacy watched her arms form into complete pig-feet, she turned to glare viciously at the one who had caused all this. But he was gone from the room. This left her alone, with no possible means of escape. Her front hooves no longer possessed the ability to turn a doorknob and she was forced to do nothing but cry and wait. She was trapped. “I’m becoming a pig! A pig!” She sobbed, drowning in self-pity. “Somebody! Help me! Please! For God’s sake, help!” Stacy’s feeble attempts for assistance were in vain. Her vocal chords constricted in her throat and she soon found that she could do nothing but utter squeals and grunts.
Numbness spread in her feet and out of morbid curiosity she kicked off her boots, though she half-expected what there would be. As she guessed, her feet were curling into hooves to match her hands. Once the similarity was near perfection, the changes spread up her legs. Stacy could feel them changing; could feel her long, beautiful legs becoming stubs of their former glory. But the horror was now spreading to its final and most drastic destination: her thin, sculpted body.
Fat started to form on her belly almost immediately. She was gaining weight faster than she thought possible; though she could believe in anything after this. Her form was near obesity, and she cried through her black, piggy eyes letting out squeals of loss. Stacy knew she could never be human again. Her parents would never find her, and even if they did cross paths there wasn’t a chance they would recognize her. The only thing left of her former self was the thin layer of brown hair on her head.
The final touch to her misery was the signature curly tail that popped out on top of her massive rear. Stacy stood, grunting miserably to herself and looking around the room. She was beginning to feel hungry, and hated herself for starving at a time like this. But her swine body craved food, no matter how she denied it.
To answer her guilty prayers, Stacy saw a small door in the wall slid open. It revealed a path directly into the pig sty. They were gulping down massive amounts of slop from the trough that Stacy was starting to find increasingly appetizing. With no other choice, she waddled through the door and into the barn. The stench of the area was now a comforting aroma. She forced her way through the other sows and without hesitation began to swallow massive amounts of disgusting, unknown garbage. Her human mind was now but a small voice in the back of her mind, crying to be heard but with no luck.
Stacy was the fattest and messiest of all the pigs now. They all seemed to grunt to themselves about the newcomer, but accepted her nonetheless. They understood what she had been through.
Moments later, the young hick reached into the pen and pulled off what remained of Stacy’s clothes. Rags from her shirt and the elastic from her underwear, but all others had been destroyed in the transformation. He watched the sows with a smirk. “I gotta nice boy for you ladies to meet. His names Bruiser…I think you’ll like ‘im. I know he likes you.” He explained and led in large, snorting male and released him into the pen. All other sows scattered, but Stacy was too busy eating her fill of slop. She didn’t notice that the big male had trapped her in the corner, ready to claim her as his own.
PIG TF

Stacy Blaze visits the State Fair as she does every year, like normal. But when a very abnormal situation occurs, Stacy is trapped with no wait out.
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flash500 Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2013
how bout in the description end it with,"no weight out."?
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ThunderHammer197 Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2011
really good job keep it up
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Miyu-dreamer Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
diffent
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thegrace Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2010
Thanks. (:
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TheDarkNeon Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Another one to add to the collection of great works from you! ^^ Excellent Grace.
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thegrace Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010
Thanks!
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Mutabor Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2009
Great story!

But what could have happened if she managed to escape somehow and then would have been confrontated with the fact of slowly becoming swine?
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thegrace Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2009
Thanks! (:

Hmmm. Good question! o:
Perhaps I'll write a continuation...
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kyotiuk Featured By Owner May 24, 2009
great story on ther authors comments it should be no way out
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Barkon68 Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
"he bared the charm..."

Did you mean "bore the charm"?
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