She still dolled herself up when she went out...got her hair done, put on mascara. She knew it was putting lipstick on a pig, literally, but she still liked to feel pretty. In spite of it all, though, something inside her had changed along with her appearance...moments like these, getting absolutely railed from behind while she squealed her head off, this was what she lived for. Sometimes she closed her eyes, and the men were just pigs, and so was she...a fat beast wallowing in a sty, doing what came natural. But after the waves of mind-numbing pleasure washed over her, she was herself again...caught in this in-between state, too human to fall that far, but too pig to live a normal life ever again.