The Wish That Turned Me Into a Female Pig
I have no idea how I lasted until lunchtime in the breeding pen. In my head I kept picturing Han-na’s fingers sliding into my pussy… I rubbed my thighs together in tiny, careful motions so the beads would grind mercilessly between my slick folds. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to count as masturbation, but at least it took the edge off my aching, heat-drunk cunt that had been throbbing for over an hour.
“That’s all for today’s class. Enjoy your lunch, everyone.”
The moment the final period before lunch ended, the girls shot out of their seats and raced toward the cafeteria. …They dash off so excitedly, yet the second they reach the lunchroom they’ll suddenly turn into perfect ladies and glide around like they’re walking on clouds. Well, how could I possibly understand a girl’s heart? Getting used to this body and actually thinking like a woman are two entirely different problems. Still, if I’m going to keep living as a girl from now on, I suppose I’ll have to learn those cute, girlish habits too.
With that thought in mind I stood up—only for a wet, sticky squelch to echo beneath me. I glanced down at the chair. Where my pussy had been pressed against the seat, a cloudy smear of arousal had been left behind in the perfect shape of my folds. Panicking that someone might see, I yanked out a wet wipe and frantically scrubbed it away.
…And here I was thinking about girlish feelings. What a joke.
“Hey, your pussy’s showing from behind.”
“Eek…!”
At Eun-jung’s voice behind me I hurriedly dropped the hips I’d been sticking out and covered myself with both palms.
“And isn’t it way too wet? Did you do something during class?”
“N-no, it’s just sweat. The classroom was hot…”
“Hmm…”
My heart nearly stopped, but I kept a straight face and lied through my teeth. Eun-jung gave me a strange look, then nodded like she’d bought it.
“Let’s go eat. Did you see today’s side dishes?”
“I think it’s sausage and vegetable stir-fry…”
“Ugh.”
When we reached the cafeteria it looked like a pack of starving hyenas had formed a line. The right side was packed with the girls from my class while the boys stretched out in an equally long queue on the opposite side. I waited at the very end of our line and immediately felt the boys’ eyes crawling all over me.
…If you’re going to stare, at least do it quietly. Why do they have to shout stuff like “Hey, look over there! That one, that one!”? Terrified my skirt might ride up, I clutched the hem and tugged it down as far as it would go. The very person who had turned me into this—Eun-jung—simply smirked at the sight.
We finally got our trays and sat down. The instant the cold plastic chair touched my pussy I couldn’t hold back a tiny cry.
“Ungh…!”
Luckily the cafeteria was loud; only a few nearby students glanced over before turning away again.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing… the chair’s cold.”
“Mmm… yeah, it really is.”
Eun-jung sat beside me, casually slid an arm around my waist, and slipped her hand between my legs.
“E-Eun-jung?”
“You said your pussy was cold, right? I’m just warming it up for you.”
Her warm palm pressed against my poor, chilled folds that had been clenched tight. It really was warm… I glanced around nervously, but no one nearby was paying us any attention. From the outside it probably just looked like close friends sitting together with an arm around each other’s waist.
…If only her fingers would stop wandering.
Every time I lifted food to my mouth, Eun-jung’s hand kept kneading and groping my pussy like she was massaging dough. My clit and swollen lips were crushed inside her palm, sending my mind into a hazy fog, but the distant stares of the boys still watching me helped me barely hold on.
I’ve come pretty far, haven’t I…
After returning our trays I told Eun-jung I had something to take care of, then headed behind the main building. Stepping over discarded cigarette butts, I soon spotted the breeding pen—large enough to hold five or six people. It was divided into two sections. The right side was empty while the left held several adorable rabbits peacefully nibbling on grass.
…Han-na hasn’t arrived yet?
I took another step when someone suddenly grabbed me from behind. I flinched hard, but the familiar scent that filled my nose told me exactly who it was.
“H-Han-na?”
Han-na, hugging me tightly from behind, immediately began rubbing her face against my nape and ear. She dragged her nose along my neck, pressing little kisses here and there, then licked the shell of my ear before pushing the tip of her tongue inside and swirling it around. The wet, sticky sounds echoed straight into my brain.
“Hngh… haaah…”
My legs had gone weak; Han-na held me up and kept tormenting my ear with her tongue. Even though it was only my ear being teased, heat flooded my chest and my pussy—which had just started to cool down—grew burning hot again.
“Slurp, smack, smooch… hah, mwah…”
She guided me forward while still embracing me, and before I knew it we were behind the breeding pen. A wall at our backs, the pen in front, and trees on both sides created a hidden spot where, as long as we didn’t make too much noise, no one would catch us.
“…Seon-ah, look at me.”
Han-na, who had been kissing my ear, turned my face toward her. Then her lips met mine again.
“Sluuurp… smack, smooch…”
She gently bit my lower lip, chewed on it, sucked hard, then pushed her tongue into my mouth and ravaged it however she pleased. Even though it was my mouth, she treated it like her own territory—licking every corner, tasting me, marking me with her saliva. We exchanged saliva again and again. I breathed in her rough gasps; she drank down mine. A dreamy sensation, as if the boundary between us was slowly melting away. My whole body felt limp, yet my stiff nipples and the pussy that kept gushing fresh waves of arousal remained painfully clear.
“Slurp… haa… haa…”
Han-na finally broke the kiss, breathing hard as she looked up at me. …That’s right. I’d always thought we were about the same height, but kissing her like this made me realize for the first time that she was actually shorter than me. Han-na… really was just an ordinary girl after all.
“…What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s nothing, I just…”
Han-na pouted, clearly displeased with my gaze, then pulled my neck down and kissed me again. Our lips parted, and her hot, wet tongue tangled with mine. The kiss started once more, but… it wasn’t enough.
A deep kiss was nice, of course. But something crucial was missing. It felt like I was standing right before the finish line, stomping my feet in frustration because I couldn’t quite reach it. Deciding this wouldn’t do, I pulled my lips away and gently pushed her shoulders.
“…Seon-ah?”
The look in Han-na’s eyes was terrifying—like a hunting dog that had just had its prey stolen. Before she could misunderstand any further I quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it against my pussy.
“…?”
“Do the test here too… You promised to give my pathetic pussy special training, remember?”
I rubbed her palm against my flooded folds, staining her once-clean white hand with my filthy juices… rubbing, rubbing again and again.
“…You’re the one who asked for it.”
Han-na clenched my pussy in a vicious grip, squeezing as if she meant to wring it dry. The sudden pain in my most sensitive spot was so intense it stole my breath, but—
“Haaangh…”
I clamped my thighs shut so her hand couldn’t escape. My jaw trembled, cold sweat ran down my spine, yet the pressure somehow eased the maddening ache that had tormented me all day.
While I panted with my pussy still caught in her iron grip, footsteps approached from the distance.
“…So yeah, I only just found out there were rabbits back here.”
“Isn’t it wrong to raise them in a place like this anyway? I saw cigarette butts nearby earlier…”
…Unfamiliar girls’ voices. Han-na and I swallowed even our ragged breathing. Soon their footsteps stopped right in front of the pen. I was hidden behind it, so they couldn’t see me, but—
“Wow, it’s really cute. Right?”
“It looks so fluffy… I want to touch it.”
“Yeah, yeah. I want to pet its head.”
Since their words were coming from directly in front of me… for some strange reason it sounded like they were talking about me. Telling the one locked inside the pen that she was pretty, that they wanted to touch her, to stroke her… as if they saw me as a pet.
In my imagination I acted cute for them, rubbing my cheek against the hands that slipped through the wire and licking their fingers. One girl who liked my coquettish behavior reached in again from the bottom of the cage. Panting, I squatted down and pushed my pussy toward her hand. She smiled in satisfaction, extended her index finger, and slowly stroked upward along my slit as if licking it. She only dug in just enough to part my folds without quite touching the soaked inner flesh.
Teasing me with the promise of being filled yet never quite giving it, I finally couldn’t endure any longer and opened my mouth.
“Female pig Seon-ah’s pussy… please finger it already, hngh, deep—puuuk… shove it in pleeease…”
“…Huh?”
…Ah. When Han-na’s voice snapped me back to reality, the girls who had been admiring the rabbits were long gone. Only the two of us remained at the pen.
“…What did you just say?”
“N-no, that was… um…”
What do I do? A line that should have stayed inside my fantasy had accidentally slipped out loud.
“Seon-ah, you’re not even a bitch anymore—you’re a female pig now?”
“…”
When I didn’t answer, Han-na wrapped an arm around my neck from behind and pulled me close, pressing her lips right against my ear. I could feel her rough, excited breathing.
Together with the bell that signaled the end of lunch, Han-na’s low whisper sank deep into my ear.