She'd been stuck in this pig form for a few weeks now...at first she kept that shape intentionally, it was amusing and empowering in some ways. But the more time that passed, the the harder it became to focus on her spells. She found herself daydreaming, wanting to wallow, caught herself idly scratching at an "itch" that never quite left. When she finally found the willpower to transform herself back to normal, the spell fizzled...she realized that she'd foolishly executed it wrong, and tried again...still wrong.
She needed clarity...she flopped to the floor and indulged herself in the only thing that seemed to un-fuzz her mind anymore, if only for a few seconds. Bringing herself to a grunting, squealing finish, barely any time passed before desperation washed over her, and she dove back in again.
She needed this...it would help her, eventually...once more, twice more and that clarity would return, and she could fix this mess...