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His mother would care for him.

I love food like a pig does, I 'm big, and I apparently love to be humiliated. Why not live as a pig for a day!"

"Ok, just making sure this is what you really want."

"God, yes! Can we do it next Saturday?"

"Sure, and I know just the place. My grandparent's farm that no one uses since they live in the nursing home now. It's perfect, we can do things outside because there's no one around for miles, it gives us room to do whatever you want, and it even has an old pig sty."

"That's sounds like a plan. We should go shopping at Sam's Club and get supplies during the week and then leave Friday after work, so I can be a pig first thing Saturday morning. I love you honey."

"I love you too."

We both drifted off to sleep. The next morning back at home we started planning what was going to happen next Saturday. I could see Sarah was getting excited just planning what was going to happen. Her hands kept drifting down to her crotch and at some point I thought I saw a wet spot on her shorts.

"So what should we get?" I asked her.

"Everything! Sweet, savory, slimey, chunky, smelly, I want to get some of everything, as much as we can fit in our car. We should get some little pools so I can wallow in them. The farm has that old tub that the cows used to drink out of right? I want you to fill it with a mystery substance for me."

"Ok. We should do a little shopping each day so it doesn't look weird."

"Good point!"

Each night after work we went shopping and got a little bit at a time. When we went to Sam's Club Sarah almost looked crazed, wanting to fill our carts with everything she saw. She wanted sour cream, cottage cheese, whipped cream, chocolate pudding, yogurt, refried beans, pizzas, ketchup, mustard, egg salads, tuna salads, sausages, fruit loops, oatmeal, the list went on and on. This was going to be some weekend. One night I went by myself and bought container after bulk container of nacho cheese to fill the cow tub with. I also went online and bought a complete outfit for Sarah to wear on Saturday that she didn't know about.

Friday came, and it was almost time for Sarah to leave work. "If only my friends and coworkers knew what I'm going to be doing tomorrow", she thought. She was getting all worked up just thinking about it. She had a hard time concentrating on work. Just before she was going to leave there was a delivery for her. It was some flowers and a stuffed animal pig.

"What's that for," her coworkers asked.

"It's just something from my husband for our anniversary."

After we got home we packed up the car and headed to the farm. On the way to the farm she stated that she couldn't wait to be a pig and wallow in food.

"Starting Saturday morning, I only want to be called pig, piggy, or sow. If you can think of anymore names to call me use them. I know you love me so it won't hurt my feelings what you call me. Also, we bought what I wanted, but you get to decide how to use it. Like I said I get really turned on when I have no control over what is being done to me," Sarah said

We arrived at the farm and unpacked. I told Sarah to stay in the house the rest of the night so I could setup everything for the next day. I filled the cow tub almost to the top, 3 feet deep tub filled with nacho cheese. I then preceded to set everything else up for the next day. I came back into the house and we crawled into bed together both looking forward to tomorrow.

Saturday morning arrived. It was a beautiful day to fulfill a wife's fantasy about being a pig.

"Honey, I mean, Mrs. Piggy, wake up."

"Alright, this is going to be an experience. I'm so nervous and turn on about about I'm going to do. If my parents knew that there normal daughter was going to be a pig today and wanted to be a pig because it was her fantasy they'd die. Well, let's do this!"

"I'm going to go downstairs and make breakfast while you put this on and nothing else. A pig wouldn't be a pig without pig ears, a pig nose and a pig tail," I said.

"Wow, I never thought of getting these.

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