Your continues to mutate, your skin becoming thicker and rougher as your newfound swine characteristics begin to manifest themselves. Two floppy ears emerge through your hair and your snout is moist and rounded, your hands hardened hooves.
Two men appear, one carrying a satchel and the other a bucket of grease. "Let's get you ready, piggy."
The grease is poured over you as you are held down, wiped across your semi-naked body. You instinctively squeal and oink in protest but your squirming only serves to spread the grease more efficiently.
"I think he's ready. Let's get going."