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Here is yet another addition to DigitalCirce’s incredible tale, “Mother.” https://www.deviantart.com/digitalc.....other-77246571
I keep returning to this story, and it never fails to knock my socks off. I hope the author doesn’t mind, but I was moved to write a sequel.
One morning Jeff and Samantha Karen came downstairs to find Karen curled up on the living room couch in front of the TV. Somewhat surprised, they asked her why, since she had come to spend almost all her time in the sty these days.
“You know how we decided not to *OINK* put a TV in the barn? It just didn’t seem *OINK* ‘PIG,’ somehow? Well… I *OINK* was eating the newspaper you wrapped last night’s garbage in, when *OINK* I happened to read that Cozi-TV was *OINK* showing a “Green Acres” marathon today. I always *OINK* LOVED that show. I ALWAYS thought Arnold the *OINK* Pig carried the rest of the cast. You… you guys don’t MIND, do you?
“Of COURSE not,” said Samantha. “This is TECHNICALLY still your house. All we ask is you… um… head out to the STY if you er… feel nature’s call. I… I wouldn’t even ASK, except that you’ve gone so… NATIVE… in the last few months.
*SNORT* “Well PUT, Samantha. Don’t worry. I STILL wasn’t *OINK* BORN in a barn, you know.”
“Yeah… THAT one never gets old,” mumbled Jeff.”
*OINK* “Pardon?”
“Nothing… nothing. So ANYWAY… I’m expecting an important package from UPS today, so could you make yourself SCARCE when he shows up, Karen?
“Well, Jeff, I WOULD, except he appears to be *OINK* looking in the screen door.”
“Ummm…. Do you want to SIGN for this, sir?”
“Um… y-yes! I see you saw our p-pet pig K-karen on the c-couch. I… I like to do my… my… um… VENTRILOQUIST ACT with her. YEAH! THAT’S it! I p-put a wig on her! It KILLED at the Shriner’s Benefit last year!”
“Listen, Buddy… I see EVERYTHING when I come to people’s houses. You two could be having a THREE WAY with the pig for all I care. The only THING is…”
“WHAT!? WHAT’S the only thing?”
“The thing is… I recognize those eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere. On anything.
“Karen? Is that YOU?”
*OINK* “Hi, Ed.”
“You… you two KNOW each other?” croaked Samantha.
“Yes, Samantha. Ed used to be *OINK* MY UPS delivery guy. Sometimes he was *OINK* the only person I’d see for *OINK* months at a time.”
“Why Karen, I never thought I’d see a PIG blush! You two had more than a professional relationship, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… that’s ONE way to put it. I fathered her child, and then she left home without telling me where she was going. So… Karen… what’s NEW?”
“Well, for starters… *OINK* I’m a pig now.”
“So… so I see. You’ve filled out, too. I’d guess you’ve put on… 200 pounds?”
“That’s *OINK* pretty close…”
“It SUITS you. You always WERE too skinny in my opinion. So… what happened to our son?”
*SIGH* “He… *SNUFFLE* he DIED. SID syndrome…”
“Oh my GOD! And you never TOLD me!? I had a right to KNOW! I might’ve helped you THROUGH it! Why did you just DISAPPEAR on me like that? I WANTED to MARRY you!”
“I’m SORRY, Ed! I didn’t TRUST you! I *OINK* thought you might be *SNUFFLE* after my MONEY!”
“I TOLD you and TOLD you! I didn’t CARE about your money. I SAID I’d sign a PRE-NUP!”
“And then… *SNUFFLE* after our son died, I *OINK* kind of fell APART. I started nursing some orphan piglets out in the sty… one thing *OINK* led to ANOTHER… and *SNORT* here I AM. Reveling in a brand new life.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Jeff. “ED is it? You do REALIZE you’ve been talking broken hearts and proposals and PRE-NUPS with a SOW for the last ten minutes… right… Ed?”
“Yes I DO. What’s it to YOU!?”
“Oh… nothing… nothing…”
“Well I think it’s SWEET!”
“You WOULD, Samantha. You ALWAYS get too close to your work.”
“ANYWAY, Ed… as you can *OINK* SEE, it’s too late for us NOW!”
“Does… does it HAVE to be, Karen?”
“What… oh my *OINK*-ing GOD! You’re not still *OINK* ATTRACTED to me like THIS, are you!? Oh… never mind. Your little brown shorts are *OINK* telling a tale on you like always.”
“I SAID you filled out nicely, didn’t I? I’d be willing to pick up where we left off…”
“Oh *OINK* Ed… Ed… sweet Ed. Come sit next to me on the *OINK* couch."
As Ed squeezed himself into the one small corner of the couch not occupied by Karen, Karen tenderly placed her right front trotter on Ed’s knee.
“Ed, dear, I have to tell you some hard *OINK* facts of life. You see, there’s a REASON all the old *OINK* stories and jokes involved SHEPHERDS and not *OINK* SWINEHERDS. It’s just that *OINK* human penises and pig vaginas aren’t a *OINK* good FIT. If they’d made me into a EWE, we could be *OINK* frolicking out in the meadows day and NIGHT. But it’s just *OINK* no GOOD, you being a man and me a SOW.”
“Yeah, Ed, I’m afraid she’s right,” interjected Jeff. “The two of us TRIED it once. No GOOD. Sorry.”
“WHAT!?” shrieked Samantha.
“Strictly in the interest of SCIENCE, dear. Like YOU always say. And like I SAID… nothing HAPPENED.”
“He’s *OINK* RIGHT, sweetie. There’s nothing you can *OINK* DO for me now. ESPECIALLY now that I’ve been with BOARS. There’s just *OINK* no going BACK!
“Really? There’s just no way?”
“Well, *heh-heh* not unless *SNORT* YOU agreed to be *OINK* turned into a BOAR.”
“Really? They can DO that?”
“SURE we can!” trilled Samantha. “It’s just a matter of a few injections! I’ve been DYING to see how a man would adapt to being a boar! I can overnight all the paraphernalia and be ready TOMORROW! YOU would probably DELIVER it!”
“Hold ON, Samantha,” said Jeff. “Don’t go all Doctor MOREAU on this guy’s ass! He doesn’t know what he’s SAYING!”
“I DON’T huh!? I’m a thirty-six year old single orphaned guy working as a UPS driver. It’s not like I’d be giving up a life of wine, women and song!”
“Ed… are you *OINK*ing SERIOUS? You’d… REALLY *OINK* do that for ME?”
“Karen, I… I lost you ONCE. If this is what it takes to be WITH you, I’m READY. I’ll give notice TODAY. Tell them I’ve been offered an interesting new position in the agricultural industry.”
—— SIX MONTHS LATER ——
*OINK* “Penny for your THOUGHTS, Ed.”
“I was just *OINK* thinking what a waste of time all the *OINK* worrying we did was as humans. We got FOOD, we got SHELTER, we got *OINK* each OTHER… what else do we NEED?”
“Take therefore *OINK* no thought for the morrow: for the *OINK* morrow shall take thought for the *OINK* things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the *OINK* evil thereof.”
“What the *OINK* was THAT?’
“Oh, just some *OINK* quote from the Bible I read in an old *OINK* “Watchtower” they wrapped our garbage in one day.”
“Pretty good philosophy for *OINK* creatures that could end up as cans of *OINK* SPAM any day.”
“Well, when we were HUMANS we could’ve ended up *OINK* rotting in a CASKET any day. What’s the *OINK*ing DIFFERENCE?”
“I *OINK* LOVE that kind of talk! Let’s HUMP!”
“You *OINK* SAID it!”
And… SCENE!
I keep returning to this story, and it never fails to knock my socks off. I hope the author doesn’t mind, but I was moved to write a sequel.
One morning Jeff and Samantha Karen came downstairs to find Karen curled up on the living room couch in front of the TV. Somewhat surprised, they asked her why, since she had come to spend almost all her time in the sty these days.
“You know how we decided not to *OINK* put a TV in the barn? It just didn’t seem *OINK* ‘PIG,’ somehow? Well… I *OINK* was eating the newspaper you wrapped last night’s garbage in, when *OINK* I happened to read that Cozi-TV was *OINK* showing a “Green Acres” marathon today. I always *OINK* LOVED that show. I ALWAYS thought Arnold the *OINK* Pig carried the rest of the cast. You… you guys don’t MIND, do you?
“Of COURSE not,” said Samantha. “This is TECHNICALLY still your house. All we ask is you… um… head out to the STY if you er… feel nature’s call. I… I wouldn’t even ASK, except that you’ve gone so… NATIVE… in the last few months.
*SNORT* “Well PUT, Samantha. Don’t worry. I STILL wasn’t *OINK* BORN in a barn, you know.”
“Yeah… THAT one never gets old,” mumbled Jeff.”
*OINK* “Pardon?”
“Nothing… nothing. So ANYWAY… I’m expecting an important package from UPS today, so could you make yourself SCARCE when he shows up, Karen?
“Well, Jeff, I WOULD, except he appears to be *OINK* looking in the screen door.”
“Ummm…. Do you want to SIGN for this, sir?”
“Um… y-yes! I see you saw our p-pet pig K-karen on the c-couch. I… I like to do my… my… um… VENTRILOQUIST ACT with her. YEAH! THAT’S it! I p-put a wig on her! It KILLED at the Shriner’s Benefit last year!”
“Listen, Buddy… I see EVERYTHING when I come to people’s houses. You two could be having a THREE WAY with the pig for all I care. The only THING is…”
“WHAT!? WHAT’S the only thing?”
“The thing is… I recognize those eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere. On anything.
“Karen? Is that YOU?”
*OINK* “Hi, Ed.”
“You… you two KNOW each other?” croaked Samantha.
“Yes, Samantha. Ed used to be *OINK* MY UPS delivery guy. Sometimes he was *OINK* the only person I’d see for *OINK* months at a time.”
“Why Karen, I never thought I’d see a PIG blush! You two had more than a professional relationship, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… that’s ONE way to put it. I fathered her child, and then she left home without telling me where she was going. So… Karen… what’s NEW?”
“Well, for starters… *OINK* I’m a pig now.”
“So… so I see. You’ve filled out, too. I’d guess you’ve put on… 200 pounds?”
“That’s *OINK* pretty close…”
“It SUITS you. You always WERE too skinny in my opinion. So… what happened to our son?”
*SIGH* “He… *SNUFFLE* he DIED. SID syndrome…”
“Oh my GOD! And you never TOLD me!? I had a right to KNOW! I might’ve helped you THROUGH it! Why did you just DISAPPEAR on me like that? I WANTED to MARRY you!”
“I’m SORRY, Ed! I didn’t TRUST you! I *OINK* thought you might be *SNUFFLE* after my MONEY!”
“I TOLD you and TOLD you! I didn’t CARE about your money. I SAID I’d sign a PRE-NUP!”
“And then… *SNUFFLE* after our son died, I *OINK* kind of fell APART. I started nursing some orphan piglets out in the sty… one thing *OINK* led to ANOTHER… and *SNORT* here I AM. Reveling in a brand new life.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Jeff. “ED is it? You do REALIZE you’ve been talking broken hearts and proposals and PRE-NUPS with a SOW for the last ten minutes… right… Ed?”
“Yes I DO. What’s it to YOU!?”
“Oh… nothing… nothing…”
“Well I think it’s SWEET!”
“You WOULD, Samantha. You ALWAYS get too close to your work.”
“ANYWAY, Ed… as you can *OINK* SEE, it’s too late for us NOW!”
“Does… does it HAVE to be, Karen?”
“What… oh my *OINK*-ing GOD! You’re not still *OINK* ATTRACTED to me like THIS, are you!? Oh… never mind. Your little brown shorts are *OINK* telling a tale on you like always.”
“I SAID you filled out nicely, didn’t I? I’d be willing to pick up where we left off…”
“Oh *OINK* Ed… Ed… sweet Ed. Come sit next to me on the *OINK* couch."
As Ed squeezed himself into the one small corner of the couch not occupied by Karen, Karen tenderly placed her right front trotter on Ed’s knee.
“Ed, dear, I have to tell you some hard *OINK* facts of life. You see, there’s a REASON all the old *OINK* stories and jokes involved SHEPHERDS and not *OINK* SWINEHERDS. It’s just that *OINK* human penises and pig vaginas aren’t a *OINK* good FIT. If they’d made me into a EWE, we could be *OINK* frolicking out in the meadows day and NIGHT. But it’s just *OINK* no GOOD, you being a man and me a SOW.”
“Yeah, Ed, I’m afraid she’s right,” interjected Jeff. “The two of us TRIED it once. No GOOD. Sorry.”
“WHAT!?” shrieked Samantha.
“Strictly in the interest of SCIENCE, dear. Like YOU always say. And like I SAID… nothing HAPPENED.”
“He’s *OINK* RIGHT, sweetie. There’s nothing you can *OINK* DO for me now. ESPECIALLY now that I’ve been with BOARS. There’s just *OINK* no going BACK!
“Really? There’s just no way?”
“Well, *heh-heh* not unless *SNORT* YOU agreed to be *OINK* turned into a BOAR.”
“Really? They can DO that?”
“SURE we can!” trilled Samantha. “It’s just a matter of a few injections! I’ve been DYING to see how a man would adapt to being a boar! I can overnight all the paraphernalia and be ready TOMORROW! YOU would probably DELIVER it!”
“Hold ON, Samantha,” said Jeff. “Don’t go all Doctor MOREAU on this guy’s ass! He doesn’t know what he’s SAYING!”
“I DON’T huh!? I’m a thirty-six year old single orphaned guy working as a UPS driver. It’s not like I’d be giving up a life of wine, women and song!”
“Ed… are you *OINK*ing SERIOUS? You’d… REALLY *OINK* do that for ME?”
“Karen, I… I lost you ONCE. If this is what it takes to be WITH you, I’m READY. I’ll give notice TODAY. Tell them I’ve been offered an interesting new position in the agricultural industry.”
—— SIX MONTHS LATER ——
*OINK* “Penny for your THOUGHTS, Ed.”
“I was just *OINK* thinking what a waste of time all the *OINK* worrying we did was as humans. We got FOOD, we got SHELTER, we got *OINK* each OTHER… what else do we NEED?”
“Take therefore *OINK* no thought for the morrow: for the *OINK* morrow shall take thought for the *OINK* things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the *OINK* evil thereof.”
“What the *OINK* was THAT?’
“Oh, just some *OINK* quote from the Bible I read in an old *OINK* “Watchtower” they wrapped our garbage in one day.”
“Pretty good philosophy for *OINK* creatures that could end up as cans of *OINK* SPAM any day.”
“Well, when we were HUMANS we could’ve ended up *OINK* rotting in a CASKET any day. What’s the *OINK*ing DIFFERENCE?”
“I *OINK* LOVE that kind of talk! Let’s HUMP!”
“You *OINK* SAID it!”
And… SCENE!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Pig / Swine
Size 1068 x 828px
File Size 1.4 MB
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