That said Yasmin felt a tug on her leash and the nice nurse she had spoken to before led her down the corridor. All the while the changes went on. She felt her ears move around her head to morph into a pig-like form befitting her new snout and her sad piggish eyes. Her legs and arms were shortening and she could feel her butt become more protruding. The worst moment came when suddenly her inner organs rearaanged while she felt her butt-hole and her pussy move around and merge. She suddenly defecated onto the floor with a horrible wet sound. Yasmin was more embarassed than ever before in her life, but the nice nurse just caressed her pig head and said: "Don't worry, we will clean this up for you. What is important is that the worst part is over for you. You are now a pig and if I might give you a last piece of advice before you have to jump onto that truck here, accept your new life and don't worry too much of what is to come." Upon these words Yasmin looked up and saw that she had indeed reached the loading ramp of a truck. The nurse unleashed her and with a friendl smiled gave her a slight push in the direction of the loading dock. Yasmin went into the truck which was already half filled with young people, boys and girls alike, in different states of transformation into their new porcine selves.
Yasmin pushed through into the corner of the truck. She just wanted to commiserate for herself. Despite that she could not but notice that the peope around her, even those already turned into full pigs like herself, talked among themselves, so apparently they kept some piggish way of communication. Yasmin tried not to lissen since most of the talk only confirmed her own horrifying visions of crowded pigstys, listless fattening and an all-too-soon death in an anonymous slaughterhouse. Yet one dialogue caught her attention and she turned round to see a boy, still good looking despite his increasingly piggish appearance, in intense conversation with two dark-skinned beauties, probably twin-sisters as Yasmin thought. "I don't know about you girls", the boy was just saying, "but for my part I am not worried at all. I was the sports champion of my high school and I have no worries at all about being a breeding boar for a few years. Might be quite the life I dreamed of.", he added with a twinkle. The girls responded by confirming that they did not mind being breeding sows either. Yasmin heard it with a slight glimmer of hope and just thought about what it might mean to be a breeding sow when the now well filled truck rumbled to live and started to move.