| Despite growing up in metro detroit nowhere near any farmland or farm animals, over the years I've become completely obsessed and attracted to pigs. Sometimes i think I was meant to be one! Adolescent years spent with pudgy, pink little hooved farm animals on the brain instead of girls (or guys) like my fellow peers led to lots of interesting pig related fantasies. One of my favorite fantasies is where I rule my own kingdom, and bestiality is used as a form of punishment for high crimes, such as [CENSOR] or murder. For example, a man accused of going on a raping spree, may be charged to a lifetime of being raped by my barn of pigs, day after day, or whenever I demand to see it. Another example, a man convicted of adultery would be made to fuck every cow in the pasture, all day and night if I wish it, for the rest of his years. I would have an entire farm dedicted to punishing criminals to acts of bestiality for my amusement and that of the surviving victims of the criminals.I also love transformation fantasies. One involves me being forced to take part in some twisted scientist's experiments. I would be locked away in isolation for several days while drugs in the air change my DNA, slowly turning me into a pig. As time goes on, sows in heat would be released into my chamber until I could no longer resist my new urges to screw the shit out of them. I would eventually become a pig, physically, but I would retain my old human memories. As it turns out, the scientist was trying to genetically design a boar sex partner that he could actually communicate with, and we'd live happily ever after with the sows on a remote farm far away. |
