Livestock Zoo (3)
Akemi woke to the morning. It was the start of an ordinary morning, no different from usual—but there was one thing different today.
"Wake up!"
The ones rousing her weren't her parents, but the lab staff. They splashed water on her, shook her body roughly. Everything was just to wake her. In that situation, Akemi opened her eyes, but she still couldn't get used to the words coming from the people now approaching her.
"The results are in, so we'll take her away first."
'......Where to?'
Akemi still didn't understand. Where exactly were they planning to take her? With restraints locked around her arms and legs, she couldn't move a single limb freely. Being dragged along was no different. Going anywhere on her own terms was practically impossible.
In the end, she was hauled off somewhere. She had no idea where this place was. Staring up at the unfamiliar, cold ceiling, her mind gradually went blank.
'......'
Spotting the researcher approaching soon after, Akemi's body trembled for a moment. An inexplicable fear, plus the shame of that gaze simply watching her bound nakedness.
"The physical exam results are back. No standout features. The most straightforward option is turning her into a sow."
"That's it? Lame as hell."
"What can you do? If her udders were exceptionally developed, we could've made her a milk cow—or something else if there was anything else worth noting, but..."
The researcher trailed off. That only made Akemi more anxious. The word "sow" itself didn't sit right with her.
"Alright, sow."
It was how they addressed Akemi. She nodded quietly.
And then the punishment came.
ZAP-ZAP-ZAP!!
"OINK!!"
"Don't just nod like some sow bitch. From now on, every goddamn response starts with a pig squeal—for life. Forget it, and you'll get zapped."
The light zap to her lower belly was more than enough to terrify Akemi. In the end, she had no choice but to prefix every word with a pig squeal.
"Oink!"
"Before you become a real sow, we're having a quick training session."
"Oink?"
She had no clue what "training" meant. Of course, she found out soon enough.
Click, clank!
Her arms and legs forcibly folded, restraints clamped on—and just like that, she looked exactly like a sow on all fours. Walking on elbows and knees was excruciatingly awkward, but without proper quadrupedal gait, she had no other way to move.
"Oink......"
It hurt. But the pain tormenting her most wasn't just that.
"Now relax your face, or it'll tear."
What they were doing now was crafting a pig snout. The nose hook pierced her nostrils—which hadn't been ugly before. Yanked back over her head, it pulled her nose up hard. A literal pig snout.
"There—sow face achieved?"
With her facial muscles stretched and nose tugged, she looked utterly hideous. There was nothing Akemi could do but let tears stream down in this pathetic, degrading mess.
Her reflection in the mirror was worlds away from the face she'd known. It was heartbreaking how a simple nose hook could warp her features so completely.
"Oink......"
She wanted to sob, but she couldn't. The fear that breaking down here might earn her worse punishment held her back.
"You're living like a pig from now on, so forget walking on two legs. Get used to it fast—that'll make it easier."
"......"
Were they truly treating her like livestock now? Of course, it didn't end there.
Squish.
A sharp sting raced along her spine as the needle plunged in, drugs flooding her body.
"OINK!!! It hurts!! It hurts!!!"
It wasn't just the needle prick. As the drugs spread, the injection site burned with electric agony. And the wound itself kept smoldering hot.
"Effects kicking in nicely."
She had no idea what they'd injected, but she already knew it was nothing her body needed.
"......W-what did you put in me?"
ZAP-ZAP-ZAP!
The instant she forgot her squeal, shocks rained down. Realizing her slip from the pain, Akemi curled into a ball.
"Appetite stimulants, aphrodisiacs, and hormones."
"......Oink?"
"A sow needs a sow's body, right?"
For that reason, hormone-altering cocktails started pouring into her. But it wasn't just that.
The cold lab was gone. Now, before her lay a pigsty—a sticky, foul space where the musty stench hit even standing still.
And that wasn't all. She got feed portions nearing several meals a day. No skipping because she was full. Even if it meant eating till she puked, she had to finish every last bit.
She'd left some once, but the punishment had been so horrific she never dared again. Getting the leftovers minced and shoved up her ass? Unthinkable.
But forcing down the feed was grueling in itself.
"......Ughhh."
The feed had distinct traits: a rotten reek like straight garbage scraps, plus massive quantities over ten times a day. It'd only get worse, she thought—but humans adapt, and soon Akemi adjusted to the nightmare slop.
The saddest part? To eat this garbage, she had to bury her face in the trough.
"Ugh... torture..."
Bound limbs meant no hands. Her only option: plunge her face in. The stench invading her hair and nostrils was brutal to endure.
And thanks to those body-tuned hormones, constant hunger gnawed at her even here—impossible to get used to.
"Oink."
"Hungry? More?"
She never wanted that vile taste again, yet her body gulped it down. Not even noon, and this was meal five. Fullness? Forgotten. Appetite raged unnaturally.
Not even a week in the sty, yet her body was crumbling. Ten high-cal meals daily, and her gut sagged with fat. "Exercise"? Struggling on all fours. No calorie burn to match intake—her form was already wrecking pathetically.
But the worst agony wasn't the flab or fuller tits. It was how her "endure ten years" resolve from day one was shattering in under a week.
'Ten years? How the fuck am I supposed to last ten years? I can't even handle this...'
This hell? Not ten—not even one year before she'd be a total ruin. Even surviving ten would trash her body for good. The thought alone made her dizzy.
Unable to face the horror, Akemi sighed.
Gurgle.
Her stomach growled again.
"Mealtime."
Meal six already. Her body wasn't just used to the insanity—it craved it.
"Special today."
No garbage slop. Actual meat! Fatty discards, sure—but heaven.
" scarfing it down. Ready for the real pig pens."
"Real pig pens" made her quake. This was just pre-zoo acclimation. The actual zoo, packed with livestock? Anticipation alone soaked her crotch.
Painful, grueling—but what else could she do? Mind and body livestock-broken, all Akemi managed was wetting herself.
"More?"
More feed? Nothing but joyful squeals.