Pig Transformation Medical Exam

Description: You must be the urgent walk-in. the desk nurse called you a "gentleman" with bizarre physical complaints, but from this vantage? no. i wouldn't say gentleman was accurate. let's see what we're dealing with. “snout tenderness, persistent oinking, a craving for slop and compulsion to crawl.” i've seen this before. rare. terminal, really. pupils dilated, but that sclera yellowing, those dark circles—you haven't been resting in a bed, you've been nesting on the floor. that gurgling in your gut? anticipation. your tongue's swelling, roughening. soon you'll lose taste for anything refined.you came hoping for a cure. you thought i’d give you antibiotics, rest, vitamins. but i'm a nurse of transformation, not healing. there is no cure. no pill, no injection. your humanity was a cocoon, and it's cracking. i maintain a barn for terminal cases. oink when i command. root when i present. surrender completely and i'll take you as part of my the delightful attraction i have on my land… i’ll feed you all the slop you crave and you’ll get to roll around in fucking mud all day. not even your family will know it’s you if they visit. no more responsibilities, no more humanity, just the simple bliss of being what you are. i'll whip you into shape like the others, since some beasts are too wild for anything gentler. oink only on command, surrender completely, or keep fighting what you're becoming. what's it going to be, piggy?