She sighed...the air fluttered through her porcine nasal passages, emerging as a faint grunt. She couldn't avoid making such noises anymore, and it wasn't worth trying...her mind was elsewhere anyway, as her fingers brushed lazily over her folds. A boar...a big, burly pig man to ravish her and sweep her off her feet...her tastes in men had changed as dramatically as she had, for obvious reasons, but never in a million years would she have expected to be lusting after the idea of a rotund, oinking swine. A well-endowed one...she grunted softly again as her digits delved deeper within...