"What makes you two think it's gonna go like that?" someone says from behind them. The two turn around to face this newcomer, to find a tallish looking middle-aged man in a white lab coat. He wears thin glasses and is slightly balding up top. His ID badge reads "Dr. Henderson".
"Well, I mean, isn't that what you use pigs for? For food?" Elle asks, folding her arms at her chest.
"Yes, but that would only be if you were fully pig. There are two problems with using humanoid pigs for food. First being that it's murder. Second being that eighty-nine percent of polled households say that they would not eat a humanoid animal. Too close to cannibalism, and with the program being such public knowledge, there'd be no way to get around it."
"So... you're not going to kill us?" Steven asks.
"Heavens no. You're far more productive alive. We're going to breed you in a way that you'll produce full pigs as children. The offspring will be used for the slaughter."
"Um, not together, I hope, because I don't want to... erm... breed with my brother." Elle glances at Steven with a look of disgust on her face.
"No, no." Dr. Henderson chuckles. "There are plenty enough pig-morphs to ensure that no incest is necessary. Don't you worry about that."
"Well, I was." Elle is slightly relieved, but not enough to be comfortable with the situation.
"So which of you is going first?"