You all arrive, hand-in-hand at the restaurant. There are few other customers: you guess you will be seeing them in the back, later. You take a seat with Donny at a booth.
The waitress comes over, delighted with your success, but as yet unable to say anything about it. "Hello, what would you like to order?"
"Nothing for me, thanks" Donny said, closing the menu. He looks into your eyes. "I'm not hungry. It's hard to eat around such a beautiful girl. You get what you want, though."
"Isn't that adorable?" The waitress cooes, before looking at you. "I see roast pork in your future though, darling." If Donny doesn't eat, he won't transform!
"I think we should get something to share," you blurt out. "I mean, I'll feel fat if I eat alone."
"Okay then," he says. "Can we get some ribs?"
"Sure," the waitress says. She glances a smile at you that has "nice save" written all over it.
***
The ribs come and go. You devour them, the first human food you've eaten in a week, the occasional tinge of cannibal guilt drowned in sweet BBQ sauce. Even though you appear to be a hardbodied 19 year-old brunette, you are in actuality a sow, and will be again soon enough. And that's what sows are bred for, right?
"That was delicious," Donny says. "But we should get going if we're going to catch the dance."
He stands up. You begin to panic again.
"Uh, how about we go to the bathroom? Together," you say suggestively. You're only one fuck away from saving your bacon!