Despite his eagerness, almost a month went by before everything was ready. Mr. Jones had obtained five viols of metamorphosis liquid and detailed instructions on how to use them. His cellar had been turned into a most complete pig raising facility. He had even installed a slatted floor and a manure tank, a ventilation system with a filter and sound proof walls so that neither cries nor any sort of pig smell could betry his little experiment. More than once had he seen Sandy, the neighbour brat, walk past with her three little friends and chuckled insight at the thought of what awaited them. Finally, the opportunity he had been waiting for arrived. Sandy's parents went away for the weekend and had asked him of all people to have a look at what the girls were doing while they were away. So on Friday night the girls were having a slumber party at Sandy's place and Mr. Jones had no trouble finding a pretext to pay them a visit and in an unobserved moment pour some sedative into the pitcher waiting in the fridge. The only thing which made him slightly uneasy was that Sandy's younger sister Caitlyn was also still awake. But well, in the worst case he would have to take her as well and why not after all, even at 15 her ass already looked marvelous.
An hour later Mr. Jones returned and found the girls all fast asleep. He carried them over to his place through the bck garden, making certain he could not be observed. He then undressed the sleeping girls, briefly admiring their young bodies and then chained the girls to the beds he had prepared. Having done that he immediately injected the metamorphosis liquid. He had initially intended to wait for them to wake up before doing so but then he figured it might be even funnier to simply have them wake up as pigs and watch on his video system how they would react when they found themselves in a pig sty. They were all real beauties. Sandy, sixteen, tall and long blond hair, the very American beauty. Her sister Caitlyn, looking exactly the same, just a year younger and with the last hints of baby fat just vanishing to make way for the womanly beauty her sister had already achieved. Then there was Ayleen, a young redhead of obvious Irish origin. She was not as tall as the others but her tits and ass definitely made up for that. Trish, the fourth, had black hair and a wonderful pale skin. She was almost a bit too slim but Mr. Jones was sure the pig feed would help that soon. Finally came Casilla. Mr. Jones found it hard to turn his gaze from her at all. She had the well rounded figure so typical for Hispanic girls and it took him little imagination to think what a great pig she would soon be. Looking at their unanimously shaved pussies Mr. Jones almost felt an urge to touch them. But then he was not a rapist of any sort, he admonished himself.
Over the next half hour he could see the astinishing sight of five young girls turning into pigs. They all turned out to be white, only Trish sporting a few black spots as a reminder of her once black hair. They had all been weighing around 50 to 60 kg and so were not fully grown pigs but feeder pigs of the same weight. Mr. Jones managed to carry the still sleeping pigs to their new sty and motioned the video surveillance he had installed to life.
Later that night Mr. Jones wrote a letter demanding one million before he returned the girls and posted it from an anonymous letter box at the other end of town. He topped the letter with the girls panties to make it look more genuine. The next day he himself called the police to report the girls missing and showed vigorous interested in the quest for them over the next weeks. Never did so much as a suspicion fall upon him. Quite to the contrary many people almost pitied him as much as the girls' parents. Had he not been much like an uncle for them? But gradually interest in the case died down and the headlines switched back to sports and obscure UFO sightings.