The First Woman to Bear Piglets
How many days had passed? It felt like just one day, maybe a week. The blindfold and earplugs remained firmly in place. Even in this pen, navigating by smell alone, she'd grown somewhat accustomed to it. She could now distinguish the pen's size and even tell the male pigs apart to some degree. There was a hierarchy among these pigs too—the biggest one, the one that dumped the most semen into her, was the one that mounted her most often. Every time she resisted, it pinned her down with its sheer weight, crushing her, and that felt utterly divine. The maid had called it punishment, but this seemed more like a reward. Or maybe, by this world's standards, her masochism was just freakishly abnormal. Well, if lots of women enjoyed crawling through shit eating pig feed in a sty, the world would probably end in no time. A normal woman wouldn't have lasted long in this filthy hell anyway.
Amid the pleasure of those uniquely porcine corkscrew thrusts, a dull ache began to build in her belly. What was this? It was different from anything before. If asked to describe the sensation, it felt like pregnancy. Something was growing rapidly inside her. Not like the goblins' spells that forced instant birth, but undeniably something was there—a pulsing life force, a round something implanted in her womb, wriggling and expanding without cease, a seed of life. Am I... pregnant with piglets? ♥
Getting knocked up by goblins wasn't weird. She'd fantasized about it plenty, and it was basically a goblin staple in most ero worlds—defiling and impregnating other races was their signature move. But pigs? That was different. Unlike goblins, with their vaguely humanoid shapes, pigs were pure livestock. No intelligence, no tools, just domesticated animals waiting for the slaughterhouse. And now she was pregnant with its offspring? The realization hit her like a thunderbolt from deep in her mind and chest. Socially livestock, mentally livestock, physically livestock—and now, on a genetic level, true livestock. Livestock perfected. An overwhelming euphoria crashed over her. It was like electric currents of bliss racing from her nipples to her toes. Her brain felt flooded with pure happiness, like mainlining the ultimate drug. She floated, weightless. Her pussy and asshole leaked something foul as she climaxed from the thought alone.
Regrettably, the high didn't last. But the thrill lingered. She wanted more of it—needed it. She wanted to give birth, fast. She wanted to show the duke who'd bought her, and the maid who might be watching from somewhere, just how perfect a sow she was. I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡ I want to give birth♡
She rocked her hips in heat, squealing like the sluttiest sow she could imagine, even if no one could hear or see. Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Give birth♡ Giiiiiive biiiirth♡♡
As she took another violent load of pig cum, she moaned. What if she miscarried? No big deal—she'd just get knocked up again. She was certain of it. As the goddess had said, she was turning into the perfect broodmeat in this world, able to conceive from any seed, unbreakable no matter the abuse. So she'd keep getting pregnant until she popped them out. Piggy, coooock... giiiive me cooooock♡
Splat. Splat♡ Not long after—maybe after dozens more rounds, by her count—something stirred in her belly. Piglets, probably. She'd heard sows birthed 8 to 11 at a time, and sure enough, she sensed multiple life forces inside. It felt like her womb was stuffed with squishy maggots, and with each birth came that pop♡ sensation deep in her pussy as a piglet squirted out. Birthing was the best. Pure pleasure might fall short, but the hormonal rush made her feel incredible—better than any drug (not that she'd tried). Factoring in the sheer humiliation, it was peak ecstasy. She kept popping them out in heavenly bliss until suddenly, someone hoisted her up.
A restraint doubled as a carrying handle was bolted to her back for easy transport. Whoever grabbed it had to be the maid. Was she about to get some harsher punishment? For letting pigs fuck her raw and birth their spawn? She squealed like a pig in eager anticipation.
Instead of more torment, the maid removed her earplugs and blindfold. There stood the maid, eyes wide with disgust, flanked by three others in latex suits peeking from under their maid outfits. Unlike livestock like her, these women all stared at her like she'd crawled out of a sewer.
"Birthing... pigs... what are you?"
"Buhi, buhihi♡♡"
As a brood sow, human speech was off-limits. Her oinking made the maid clap a hand over her mouth. Probably reeked like garbage.
"I'll cast a cleansing spell. And fetch some ice water."
The maid cast the spell right away. The filth caked on her body slowly washed away. But she was so grimy it took several casts. The other maids returned and doused her back with icy water.
"Hiiiiaaaaaah??!!"
The cold shocked her into a scream far worse than expected—frost floated in the water. "...You're still sane, at least."
Her very human shriek had caught the maid off guard; she stared in surprise. "Most women crack after three days in a pigsty. You're freakishly fine."
"......"
"And birthing pigs? Are you actually a sow now?"
Alisa reflexively started to oink, but the maid silenced her with a gesture.
"I'm permitting you to speak human now, sow. What's your name?"
Na... name? What was it again? No one had ever asked. Not the goblins, thieves, or even the duke. Goblins didn't care, thieves probably forgot, but the duke... after dropping 20,000 gold? He didn't need her old human self anymore? What a weird duke. Pale complexion, kinda psycho vibe. After racking her brain, she remembered.
"...Alisa."
Her voice—noble, seductive after so long—made the maid cup her chin thoughtfully. "Alisa? Never heard it. You look human enough. Just a freakish constitution?"
The maid glanced at the sty, rank with rot, where a few piglets squealed. "But the birth is real. We'll wait for the duke's orders."
The maid fell silent, and so did Alisa. The cold water had snapped her head clear; the drug-like hormones faded. Staring at the sty in sobering chill, the stench hit hard—pig flesh, piss, shit, her own musky cunt-stink, vomit, oily secretions from her body. Yeah, that was hell. A normal woman might shatter just entering. Even she hesitated now. Partly the cold shock, sure.
As Alisa eyed the sty, swallowing hard, another maid arrived with several guards.
"...Yes? Understood."
The maid nodded at the soldier, then hoisted Alisa effortlessly. Strong as steel herself—probably broken the same way.
"Don't speak, just listen. The duke heard your story and is thrilled. Says the 20,000 gold was worth it."
Alisa nodded silently.
"Punishment's canceled. Focus on fucking and breeding from now on. Be grateful—if you hadn't birthed, taxidermy might've been next."
She nearly beamed with joy but schooled her face. Too eager looked bad. The maid noticed anyway, frowning like she'd seen something gross. "First time I've met a masochist this bottomless... whatever. Your first mate is the duke's stallion. Fuck it properly. Get pregnant. He's got high hopes."
The maid slung her over her shoulder and carried her off to a different stable, atmosphere tense. Alisa was locked into a restraint frame like a pillory. Maids with notepads for records surrounded her, ready to assist.
Soon, a massive stallion lumbered up behind her, snorting hot breath in arousal. She couldn't see it, but she felt it—the explosive life force.
".........Huu♡"
Mating a horse was a first. Unlike pigs or goblins, it radiated raw, overwhelming savagery and violence. No mercy coming. Her all-muscle mount chomped her hair like an appetizer, grinding it in his teeth while slapping his arm-thick cock across her ass.
".......Hik♡"
The sheer size made her gasp in thrilled anticipation. She felt the cock's throbbing pulse. Throb-throb. Vitality pulsed from his dominant bulk. Imagining him wrecking her to pieces got her dripping again. New thrills every time—worried she'd go numb to it all eventually.
She wiggled her hips and pelvis to tease the cock; the semi-firm shaft hardened to steel. ......This might actually kill me♡ If something this huge goes in, my guts'll get pulverized♡
Clank. Clank. The frame held firm no matter how she thrashed. Even unlocked, she'd never escape alone. She felt the horse's cock probing for her entrance. Couldn't see it behind her, which made it eerier. Sensing violent sex imminent, it found her hole—the stallion bellowed and slammed in.
"Kuh, kuu....♡"
Schlup. The instant his cock speared her, she wailed—scream or moan, she couldn't tell. Her pussy and organs about to be utterly wrecked by the stallion, the rutting began♡