"It's the wierdest thing I've ever heard, but yeh, I suppose I'll take it." Ben took the contract and signed in the appropriate boxes.
"Oh fantastic! This IS brilliant!" The man rubbed his hands together in excitement. "Which produce will you be helping me out with?"
"I don't like the sound of being a pig... I'll take the anthromorph bull."
"And you don't mind that your children would be sold for meat, do you?"
Ben didn't answer. He didn't want to think about it. He had nothing to live for right now, and so something as life changing as this couldn't be missed.
They signed up the contracts and finished up in the office. "By the way, my name is Dr Grit. I run Grit Farm Produce. Your new home will be a specially constructed farm out in the country, and you'll be moved here on a later date for... monitoring."
Ben didn't know what he meant. He didn't care, he was getting $50, 000 a year.
"OK, lets get you transformed!"