Going whole hog, I see.

Well, the moon's whole. It's only right to match it. *snorts* Seems I was up to the tusk.

You're bacon for a laugh with that pun.

Hey, what can I say? To boarrow a phrase that surely had this situation in mind: Go ham or go home! ^,(oo),^

Harboaring no regrets, I hope.

You kidding? I'm about ready to start a jamboareeee!

Gonna make us all squeal in delight?

Well, if you meant that literally and don't mind a bacon bite, sure: I wouldn't dream of hoggin' all the fun.

Who doesn't love bacon bites? Or going whole hog for that matter?

No misinterpretin' that! *breaks in the new tusks to mint a new therianthrope* Always glad to add someone of appropreeeate caliboar.

*flexes as I change* Lookin' good and feelin' swine! -GRUNT!-

Groink! That's the spirit! It's the new you, so don't be shy and shoa 't off.

Heh -GROINK!- I'm sure this bod won't be shoat of folks admirin' it! No reason not to hog the spotlight with it!

*claps an approving arm on your bristly shoulder* Damn right! Any crowd that doesn't is some kinda abboaration. Other weres get more press, but no one wallows in the limelight like a wereboar.

Best enjoy it just in case it gets boaring.

Good advice: it's only for the full moon, so I should make the most of this boarrowed time. ^,(oo),^

I'm sorry that I don't have enough poinkters for what to do as a wereboar, but I bet you'll find it reeeeeeally fun.

Comin' from someone else with a person-to-porcine experience, that thought's got a welcome weight. *grunts and grins* Honestly, this feels pretty great already, and I know it's just the tip of the iceboarg.

You've given this werehog thing a pretty good shoat-out. Maybreeeeee worth a try sometime.

*snorts a chuckle* No bristles off my snout. You already show you can grunt the grunt: it'd be pretty swill if you chose to trot the trot.

Might as well go the whole hog with it. I may be a little piglet starting out so could you help this swine out?

Heh, don't sell yourself *snort* Er, short. But if you're worreeed you'll be runt of the litter, sure: I got your back, through troubles and truffles! ^,(oo),^ Now, assumin' that's set, if you'll just hold out your arm...

*guides any extended arm up a bit nearer to the tusks, pauses a bit for any last-minute change of heart, then makes a small gash*

Owww! No need to boar a hole into my arm. I hope I don't reeeeeegret this. Always thought I was a pig, now seems like a better time to become one *snort*

Grnt, sorry: tusks are awesome, but they're less scalpel and more boardiche, heh. ^,(oo),^ And hay, you'll be fine if you stick it out, between the healing and a werehog being built like a brick house of some kind.

*snorts and pats your shoulder* You seem kinda mired, but I say roll that angle over. If you always thought you were a pig, it's snout a bad thing: I think this time'll teach ya that bein' a pig is pretty freakin' sooweeeeet~

Well, best to not be an oik about it. You sure I should freeeeeel like a brick house? I freeeeeel like a house made out of straw, just going with the wind. *snort* Maybeeeeeeeee if we get a bite to eat?

Snrk, I'm sure you'll pick up an appetite for it. *smirks as stomach rumbles* Y'know, to go with the one for everything else. I doubt we could go for just one bite if we tried.

C'mon, some grub's reeeeeal easy to find. But I bet we can sniff out somethin' more satisfyin', however slimy. *starts wandering off, snuffling away*

Slimy? I can't reeeeeemember truffles being slimy. *snort* Man, it's greeeeeeetting warm. Do we have to slip, slop, *snort* slap?

Truffles'd be a peeeeeak, but what's really found may be fit for a trough. *grunt* Nothin' picky 'bout a wereboar picnic.

Heh, 's a thought, but we got a more... *snort* natural way not to bake in our own bristles. Pretty high-end, rrreeeeeeally: some folk pay out the nose for a mudbath.

Oh, a mudbath would beeeeee *snort* perfection right now.

Hay, I'm still developing here, I still have my preferred choices of food. Maybe... some brieeeeee, or something like... potato skins... or... I don't care anymore about my picky choices, let's just eat!

Heheh *snort* Then I'll be glad to grunt a coupla wishes for ya. There's a good wallowin' spot not too far, but... *stomach rumbles* Ohh, gluttony before sloth, ah?

For that, we got... *sniffs the air* carpet o' acorns... some kinda carcass... a big ol' root system... *grunts, snuffles deeper* Reeee! And, a bit further, a dumpster by a nature path. Y'know, in case you're feelin' rasher. ^,(oo),^