After some time, Beau makes it clear that it's time for you to go to the Fair for judging. Although you're worried it does feel something of a relief to come off force-feeding finally, as you're already fat to the point of near-immobility.
You're loaded back into his truck, kept in a tiny pen to avoid burning any of your fat. When you finally arrive you're moved through into another pen until it's time for you to be judged.
"Look at that," one female passer-by says to Beau. "He's huge!"
"Riding on him winning best of show," Beau replies, smirking.
"I'll be at the auction later," she says. "If he wins, you can be sure I'll put in a bid." She crouches down to your level. Your human self would find her attractive, certainly, but your porcine instincts generate disinterest. "I can taste you already."
The last comment makes you extremely nervous and you squeal in response. They both laugh but Beau replies, "I don't think I can put him up I'm afraid, promised someone I'd bring him back in one piece."
"Such a shame. If you change your mind, you know where I'll be. I bet you'll make a lot of money if you do."
She walks off and Beau looks down at you. "You're looking good for this already Porkchop. Let's get you ready for the judges."