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The fourth pig built a high-rise apartment complex
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 05:22:06 +0000 UTC"Oh thank god you got my message...th-thanks for coming up...ugh...yes, I'm aware of my current circumstances, you don't need to say anything. I'm not covering up out of modesty, but because my tits are ice-cold. I didn't have anywhere else to go, though! Not about to be seen by anyone else around here...I knew I could trust you not to tell a soul (and don't tell a soul).
Long story short, you know Ms. Rifner? Apartment 904, yeah. She's been causing trouble for ages, complaining about everyone else around her, too much noise, keeping her up at night...and yeah, half the time those tenants have quickly left or even just vanished without a trace. It's been really weird, but I didn't remotely think that she would've been involved in any way...until today. We got in an argument about some dumb bullshit with her shower and whether or not you were gonna get called in to fix it, and I told her it didn't seem to be a pressing matter and you had a lot of other things to work on. And then she brought up more and more complaints, the way she does, and none of it was really legit, and I told her as much...and she got really quiet and seemed to relent. Told me to leave...and once I got to the hallway she called me a pig, but like, not just that...it was like...a normal speaking voice that somehow translated to an all-encompassing shout, I don't know any other way to describe it. I felt the word 'pig' impact me. And she smirked and slammed the door, and...this strange wave of nausea washed over me, and I looked down, and I was like...this. Nude and everything. I have no idea where my clothes went...or my keys, or my phone...I had nothing, and nowhere to go since my place is locked. But I remembered the roof door likely wouldn't be locked. So I found a receipt and a pen in the stairwell and scribbled that note for you, and...here I am.
What the fuck do we do?! I'm...I'm a pig creature...I can't let anyone see me like this! I can't call the cops on her or anything like that, what are they supposed to do, order her to change me back?! How would I even begin to prove anything? I just...well...first thing. I didn't think to ask you to bring any clothes, so if you wouldn't mind...anything at all you can bring, but especially a blanket or something I can wrap around so nobody can see my face, and you can get one of the spare keys for my apartment so I can at least sleep on this whole situation. Alright? And please hurry, it's only getting colder up here."
