Even as her body grew more piggish each day, she didn't want to admit to herself how much she'd changed, how far gone she was. Somewhere deep down, she knew she'd never be the same again. She cared less and less about appearances, or behaving in a way that maintained that veneer of humanity...and felt urges to wallow, to eat her fill, submit to base pleasures and degrade into the swine she was. When the day finally came that she allowed herself to stoop to that level, it was somehow more fulfilling than her life had ever been as a human.