My writing is basically nearing the event horizon of the infamous The Aristocrats joke, except instead of trying to make people laugh at the filth I want them all to cum spontaneously.
As for why I’m good at it–I guess I’m not really sure, beyond the fact that pig TF’s (I assume we aren’t talking about furry stuff here, by the way) are really just about tapping into our own obsessions about our bodies, and how our bodies exist as material flesh, and allowing that flesh to dictate desire without intervention from the mind. Every pig story is a variation on that, really. Some people just get caught up in the superficial fetishes without tapping into the deeper triggers. Being a pig is, first and foremost, about losing control of one’s body *to* the body itself, if that makes sense.