Shockingly soon though, live settled into a kind of routine of eating, shitting, and sleeping. There was ever less talk between the pigs and Cady had a feeling they were all turning to piggishness in mind as well. Especially Stacy seemed to have found some pleasure in being a pig. They all had traces of feces on them, but she seemes to care even less than the rest. And they all took on weight at a tremendous rate. Soon the barn was rather cramped and the pigs bumped into one another rather often.
Cady sometimes longed for some human love, but the castrated boys had early own grown dull and secluded, foucssing on their eating and not saying much over the day. Cady also sometimes thought of her family, especially her mum. In her darkest hours she imagined how one day she would be on the breakfast table as sausage and how her family was eating her, indulging in her taste, and how then she would be processed in their stomachs before being flushed down the toilet. Or she saw her dog nibble away at her dried ear and she started crying.