As the horrid fantasy hotel approaches on the horizon you desperately try to think of some way out of your hideous fate. If you can't think of something, you'll be turned into a fat and ugly pig girl like Bertha! You desperately want to resist, but the spell on your mind makes it impossible for you to disobey Bertha or do anything that could hurt her feelings or make her sad. Bertha doesn't even know about the spell, she just thinks that you're so in love with her that you're willing to do anything for her.

An idea suddenly comes to you in a flash of inspiration. You can't do anything that would make Bertha sad, but maybe you can freely do something that you believe will prevent Bertha from becoming sad in the future? It's worth a shot so you form a mental picture in your mind of what you're hoping to accomplish and hope that the spell doesn't silence you.

"Mistress, something just occurred to me." You manage to say.

"What is it, Snookums?" Bertha oinks with a smile on her blubbery face.

"I really want to become a pig girl, but if I do we won't be able to have such fantastic sex like we did last night. We also won't be able to have any children." You say. Looks like you were right, you're able to say something if you believe it will prevent Bertha from being sad in the future.

"C-children?! I hadn't thought that far ahead." Bertha stammers as a blush spreads across her fat face, "I've never even thought about whether I want to have piglets someday. What about you dear? I think having piglets would be wonderful, but what about you?"

Since Bertha said she likes the idea, the spell forces you to say, "Having piglets would be wonderful, Mistress! I hope that we can have many large litters of them!"

Bertha giggles oinks and blushes as she says...