The pigs grunt and squeal as they squelch closer, one coming from either side. You try to keep them in your line of sight, but it’s near impossible with there being multiple. If you didn’t know any better you’d say they sounded excited, goopy forms shuddering as they approach you.
Each step away from one brings you closer to the other, and there’s nothing you can do but struggle as the one behind presses against your backside. You try to rip your arms free from a surprisingly tight grip, the slime creature seeming to grow the more it presses into you. The other presses its legs against you with its own squeals, though is slower than the one behind you.
Already you can feel the snout melting into your hair, your forearms already being taken by the goo as you squirm. The goo pulls you closer despite this, enveloping you as you take a gasp of air. Your struggles melt away, dizziness swirling through your head as ears that shouldn’t be yours twitch alongside a snout that matches the beasts. A curly tail wiggles, which you can tell because it seems to be attached to you, and you stumble on hooved legs.
The second slime leaps, practically slamming into you and sending you crashing onto your butt with a pig-like squeal. Your hair puffs out, covering your eyes, and you pat in front of you with something between a paw and hoof. It seems the extra sludge has gone to your stomach area and chest, which wiggle as you poke at them. You can’t stop the way your face warms, a little overwhelmed but not displeased about this new body of yours.