"You're all mine now," she said, a wide and enthusiastic smile spreading across her snout.
"Hrrmm?" Carl murmured, not quite understanding what she meant by that. He had gone through his changes completely oblivious to them, despite now being pronouncedly hoglike.
"Take a look," she said, and began digging through her purse, until she pulled out a small compact mirror and handed it over to him. He held it up to his face and squealed in shock.
"I'm... I'm..." he stammered, holding a hooflike hand to his jowls, mouth hanging open in utter disbelief.
"You're my little piggy," she said, and threw a big hug around his barrel chest.
"But I... I..." his mind couldn't process it, it was moving too slowly thanks to the liquor. Pig? But... but it didn't... what...
"I'm sorry, but I had to," she said with a slight pout. "If I have a mate of my own, it's my way out of prostitution. Besides, you'll find that being my pig isn't so bad. I'll treat you very well, and we'll do it all the time."
This thought seemed appealing to him, and he offered a lazy, drunken smile.
"All... *grrnk*... all the time?"
"So much it'll make your head spin," she says with a smile. "But we may have to find a new line of work on the Island... well, I will. You can keep turning into a pig if you'd prefer. Either way, our arrangement will be the same."
"Keep... keep going with pig?" Carl asked, his words slurring.
"Yeah. You can either stay half-pig like you are now, keep some bit of your old human self, and have to work, or throw it all away and live a carefree life at the sty they'll give us once I present you to the board as mine."
Now Carl had a choice to make. He could never be human again, that was for sure. But he could keep some humanity, at the cost of having to work for this place. Or he could throw that humanity out the window, and live the rest of his life completely as a pig under the care of Hannah.