Baring It All Ch. 04

"You are quite sure that's going to take?" Mistress asked, her hillbilly drawl conspicuously absent, as the man slowly examined the small but well-attached appendage that now sprouted from just above my anus.

"I don't see why not? Pig parts and human parts are quite interchangeable. The typing was a match, so it might even be sensate. I suppose you could consider her a chimera now, especially if the more dominant porcine cells begin to migrate." I knew the man was some sort of veterinarian or something. The large case he carried was full of instruments and the like. Still on all fours, I looked back over my shoulder to see the coiled pig tail wobble this way and that, as I moved.

I had no memory of the operation that had attached a real pig's tail to the base of my spine. For a week I had been bandaged, so the evidence had been hidden. I had only just healed from the tattoo and nose ring, that had been done two weeks before. My forehead no longer itched, and Mistress had gone to great lengths to keep me from scratching at it.

In place of my hands, leather appliances had been attached resembling cloven hooves. The color matched my skin quite closely, so it was easy to imagine they were really mine.

The ring, oh, the ring was really heavy. It pulled down drastically on my nose, stretching it grotesquely downward. My upper lip now permanently overlapped my lower one, and my nose, my once perfect nose was beginning to lengthen. The large steel ball that once rested against my chin, now hung just below it. The fact that Mistress was now pulling up on my nostrils with a cruel and efficient nose hook, made me look even more hideous than before.

With my nostrils flared open, and a real pig's tail wagging like a spring from my ass, I was really beginning to resemble my namesake.

"Lemme have a look 'atcha" Mistress demanded, back in character, after the vet had left for the day. He'd be back, of that I had no doubt. The fact that Mistress had given the man full reign over my body to perform whatever experiments he deemed fit, meant that there would be more chapters to my metamorphosis. Mistress leaned in to have a close look at my tail, something I was unable to do. "Y'all wanna see it, Piggy?" Mistress offered. She picked up her phone from the table and snapped a close-up picture of my springy addition.

When she held the camera up before me, I could hardly believe the tail hadn't grown there naturally. Aside from some darker spots along the length of the tail, the skin matched my own perfectly. Only the slightest suture line divided what was once my sexy little ass, from my new tail, and that would surely fade to be virtually invisible. "It looks..."

"Like y'all grew it yourself, dun it?" She grinned. "That man's a genius. I can't wait to see what all the guy has planned for ya, Piggy." She slapped my ass lightly, and urged me to follow her into the bedroom.

My pleasuring her had become routine for me now. She would sit in the same chair in her bedroom, while I knelt between her splayed legs and devour her pussy and ass. She especially loved it when it used my tongue to probe deeply into her anus. Of course, no consideration was given to me during these sessions. If I was lucky I was allowed to masturbate alone on my rug, after she had fallen asleep, and only if I remained perfectly quiet. I had mastered the art of the silent orgasm.

That night, I reached back and felt the strange little protuberance that now graced my rear end. Knowing that it was an actual pig tail, revolted me and humiliated me. Of course, the humiliation was what flavored my orgasm that night. Knowing that I would forever have the tail of a pig, pushed me over the edge. I tried to imagine what on earth this mad doctor might have in mind for me next, and I allowed my imagination to run wild. If I'd only known what was ahead, I doubt I would have been fantasizing.

The following day, Jimmy was back, Mistress's cousin. Jimmy had been the last man to have enjoyed me as a woman. Now, even he had said that he wouldn't touch me, not only because I was hideous, but because his cousin would probably have killed him, literally. Mistress led me out of the bedroom, on all fours, of course, it was all I was allowed now. I hadn't walked on my hind legs in nearly a month. I wondered if a person could actually forget how to walk upright.

"Well, there's that 'Piggy' girl," Jimmy said as he observed me from his perch at the kitchen table. "Looks like my cousin has a bit more work for me to do, on ya." He leaned over and looked more closely at me. "Hell, cuz, you weren't kiddin' were ya?"

I knew he was looking at my tail, and I could feel it wiggle back and forth as I crawled, just like it would have on its original owner.

"Jeezus... I can't believe I actually had my pecker in 'at." He wrinkled his nose.

"At the time, she was quite the catch, Jimmy. Y'all ought to be grateful, considerin' how little pussy you manage to git." Mistress was defending me, something that was completely foreign. Still, to hear them speaking of my old self as being pretty, made me a bit sad. I knew that the creature that stared back at me from the floor-length mirror in Mistress's bedroom was a piteous retch, and it nearly made me cry to hear them remember me then.

"Awe, now don't cry, Piggy," Mistress said. An errant tear had escaped and run down my cheek, unbidden. "The more peculiar y'are, the more I like ya."

I guess there was something to be said for having a place in the world, it was just such a lowly, degraded place that I was expected to occupy. Each step I took away from being Samantha, was another step towards this peculiar ideal that Mistress had in her mind. All I knew was that she wanted me ugly, and I was becoming all of that and then some.

As Jimmy led me down the stairs to the basement, I knew better than to ask what was coming. It would only serve to frighten me, in any event. I didn't see any tattoo equipment, so I figured it would be more piercing.

"Now, don't get all upset on me Piggy" Jimmy sighed. "But my cousin wants all them pearly whites taken out."

"What?" I couldn't help but react. "You're going to pull my teeth? How many of them."

"Oh, all of 'em, I guess." Jimmy unrolled a cloth to reveal an ominous set of tools. "Now, she ain't without a heart, your Mistress. She got ya this bottle of Southern Comfort y'all are gonna drink."

"But I don't want my teeth pulled out." I whimpered.

"Listen, Piggy. I don't make the rules. I foller 'em just like y'all do. Now drink up. I gotta be som'eres at two." He handed me the bottle, already open.

I knew there was no arguing over it, so I began to drink the horribly sweet liquor for all I was worth. If he was going to do this thing, I certainly didn't want to feel anything.

After about thirty minutes, I was the very definition of drunk. Jimmy helped me up onto the table, seeing that I wasn't even able to do that.

"Now, this is still gonna hurt, Piggy, but y'all ain't gonna care that much." Holding my mouth open he latched onto one of my front teeth and began to twist. The sharp pain was overpowered by my inebriation, and I think I even giggled when the tooth finally popped free. "See, that weren't that bad." He assured me, holding up the tooth in front of my eyes, before dropping it into an empty tin can.

One by one, he removed my teeth. The beautiful smile that I once was so proud of, was disappearing one painful yank at a time. I thought it would never end, but he did finally finish, dropping the last of my teeth into a now half-full can. I ran my tongue over my barren gums for the first time, feeling the ragged holes left behind by my teeth.

"Y'all don't worry none, Piggy. Gums feal fast. In two weeks, Y'all are gonna look like ya never had a tooth, ever." And with that statement, he packed up his kit and left me on the table where I promptly passed out.

The rest of that day and night was a complete blur. I do remember Mistress fetching me after a while and hauling me up the stairs. I do know I woke in her bedroom a few times during the night, my mouth throbbing in pain.

The following morning, I had one of the worst hangovers I can ever remember having. For some reason, I failed to remember anything that happened the day before, but as my tongue ran over my toothless gums, bits and pieces began to surface. Fortunately, I had no recollection of pain, only that for whatever reason, I had had all my teeth pulled out.

Mistress strolled into the room shortly after I woke up, and was carrying a dish of something in her hands. She set the dish down in front of me and I realized that it was some sort of porridge.

"How're ya doin', Piggy?" she asked.

"Wha are ma theeth mithing." I managed, my ability to speak greatly impaired.

"Y'all had your teeth pulled, cuz I wanted it 'at way," Mistress said, boldly. "Now, gimme a nice wide smile, Piggy."

I did as she asked, and I could feel my lips pull away from my naked gums and I knew I must look ridiculous. The act made me acutely aware that smiling would be a thing of the past for me.

"See what I bin workin' on, while y'all have been sleepin." Mistress held up what looked like a necklace, only it wasn't just any necklace, it was one laced with what had to be my teeth. She held it down so I could get a good look at it.

Each tooth had a hole drilled through the root and hung in what appeared to be the same alignment they had had in my mouth. My top teeth were at the front and my lower teeth at the back, with all my molars on the sides.

It was a very surreal moment to recognize them outside of my mouth. All those countless trips to the dentist when I was a kid, the braces I had worn for two years, and the meticulous care I had taken with them, was all for nothing. Oh, they made an impressive necklace, but they would never be a part of me again.

I watched as Mistress lowered the necklace over her head and straightened it around her neck. "Y'all sure had purdy teeth, Piggy. Or should I say, Samantha had purdy teeth. They was never gonna be yourn. They was always gonna come out, I knew it the first day, Piggy."

Until that moment, I had a notion in my head that all of Mistress's deeds concerning me were improvised. Only then did I know that everything that was happening to me was part of a well-thought-out plan. For whatever reason, that frightened me, because it verified just how cold and calculating Mistress really was.

Over the next week, the holes where my teeth had been, began to heal, sealing over the holes and leaving a bunch of gummy nubs. That's when Mistress produced what she called 'the smoother.' It looked like a denture might, except there were no teeth. My upper and lower gums fit into it snugly, and I had to wear it whenever I wasn't eating slop or pleasing Mistress.

She would wrap an ace bandage around my face, pressing my jaws together tightly against the smoother. Uncomfortable was too kind a word for it. To top it off, my mouth was forced to close much farther than it was used to, distorting my face even more than it already was from my heavy nose ring. With my teeth gone, my delicate lower jaw was little more than a thin strip of bone, which easily squeezed tight into the lower part of my face. If it wasn't for my smooth complexion, I would look like a toothless old woman.

My shaving routine had been somewhat interrupted over the last few weeks while I healed from all of these alterations. Today was the day all that would be remedied. Mistress pulled me by my new leash into the bathroom. The clippers and a pack of razors sat on the back of the toilet, and I knew what she expected.

"Git rid of all of it, Piggy. You make sure now, cuz, if'n I find one hair, I'm gonna whup yer ass bloody." Mistress warned, closing the door behind her.

I started work with the clippers first, and then graduated to the razors after that. I didn't trust my eyes, but relied on my fingers to find only smooth hairless skin when at last I was done. I had shaved myself twice, because, with all I had been through, I really wasn't in the mood to be beaten.

Not wanting to give her any excuse, and even though I had never been asked before, I ran the clipper blades over my eyelids, removing my lashes to the root. It pulled a little, but it was sure to be less of a bother than Mistress's cane.

Surprisingly, I succeeded in meeting Mistress's tough standards when I came out. Not surprisingly, one of the first places she thought to look was my eyes. I'm sure she was going to hold those lashes against me had I not rid myself of them.

"Alright, let's have lookit them gums of yourn." She pulled me up close to her, and pulled on my lower lip, forcing my mouth wide open. Reaching in, she removed the appliance, and with her thumb on my tongue, she bent my lower jaw downward. I felt the ball of my nose ring fall into my gaping mouth. Mistress lifted it, pressing it against my forehead.

"Well, s'lookin' like that smoother worked jus fine." She ran her fingers over my gums, finding nothing but ultra-smooth gums, where once there were teeth. "Run your tongue over those sweet things, y'all."

I did as she asked, even though I had known all too well how smooth my gums were getting. It really was a very erotic feeling, although the underlying ramifications were, at least for now, far from stimulating. I was still having a rough time coming to terms with this modification.

"Lemme try somthin' now." She chuckled. Tying a cord around my nose ring she cinched it up tight over the top of my freshly shaved head and fastening it to my collar. It painfully stretched my nose upwards and I could almost hear cartilage crackling under the stress.

"Now, Piggy, close that mouth tight." When I did, she let out a laugh. "Open big n' wide." She laughed even harder. "Closed! Open! Closed! Open!" By this time, she was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Y'all gotta see this, holy shit!"

She dragged me by my leash which was still struggling against the cord threatening to rip my nose off. As soon as I was in the floor-length mirror my heart literally sank. My nose was nothing but a snout. My nostrils flared, pulsing under the stress of the cord, and the tip of my nose was all but gone, pressed completely flat between my eyes.

"Lookit yerself!" She yelled. "Close it tight!"

When I did I saw my lips crash into one another, my lower jaw folding up under the upper one, my face literally collapsing from the bottom up.

"Open wide!" Smacking my head from behind.

Open, my mouth was a smooth gaping orifice, that looked more like a stretched-out cunt, than a mouth. Following her cues, I repeated the same process, opening and closing my mouth, my face grotesquely distorted and then opened like a wound.

The absurdity of the sight would have been hilarious if it wasn't my own face that had been so horribly portrayed. Finally, when she had worn herself out laughing, she untied the ring, and again allowed it to fall down. In the mirror, it appeared that the center of the ring was now over what remained of my sunken chin, the ball hanging well below and completely free of my face.

The natural position of my mouth was closed, and so I grew used to seeing this very obviously toothless face, my lips pressed grotesquely outward, and my cheeks sunken cavernously into a crease, that ran from my ears to the corners of my mouth.

The weight of the ring had stretched my nose down so the tip rested just past my upper lip, causing it to curl inward, adding to my decrepit appearance.

Just for a laugh, her own of course, Mistress had sprayed my face with a make-up treatment that was used in theatre to age a person. The face was stretched taught and sprayed. Once dry, the skin was released, and the substance would create very realistic wrinkles.

Again, I was dragged by my leash to the mirror so she could observe my reaction. Between my toothless face, and the makeup, I honestly looked ninety years old. Again she made me go through the open, closed routine, but by now I was numb to the look. The wrinkles, they were another matter. I saw myself as a hideous old hag, and I couldn't believe how it affected me.

Perhaps, I had been pushed so far that my mind had to react to protect itself, but I actually started to become aroused. Not just a twinge; a serious wave of pleasure was building in my loins as I gazed at this witch in the mirror.

"Y'all are finally understandin', ain't ya, Piggy." Mistress sighed. "Took a little while, this time, but I knew that little slut'd come out sooner or later."

Then Mistress did something she had never done. She reached back and ran her fingers past my little curly-cue tail, and into my sopping cunt. I gasped when I felt the intrusion, but immediately pressed back against her fingers. She worked it until her entire hand was sliding effortlessly in and out of my now gaping pussy.

Between the old granny staring back at me in the mirror, and the slurp, slop noise of Mistress fist-fucking me, not to mention the incredible sensation, I bellowed out my orgasm in an inhuman release. The noise hardly sounded human, because it escaped from an animal.

Later that day, and having tired of me for a while, Mistress decided that it was time for me to return to my muddy sty in the back yard. I had to admit to almost being relieved. It had been a very tumultuous month for me.

The changes made were so altering and so devastating, that it was hard for me to even attempt to identify with whoever Samantha had been, several weeks before. That person was gone, forever. There could be no returning now. Before the tattoo and the ring, before the tail and the toothless maw, there had been this glimmer of a chance that I might return to my old life. That was impossible now.

I felt the cool ooze of the mud against my hands and knees as I made my way into the sty. The small white plastic trough had been freshly filled with fattening slop, which I knew I would enjoy later. For now, I just wanted to wallow. I slipped into the slime, my teats and belly sinking in deeply until the slippery muck rose up between my legs and into my still gaping cunt. I was home now, and as I smacked my floppy lips together and allowed my tongue to loll over my delicate gums, I couldn't help but breathe a contented sigh.