Cady had been extremely happy with how things had gone so far, but this news did not go down well with her. At
first, she assumed the man was joking, but it eventually dawned on her that he had said nothing in humour.
Within hours of their initial welcoming, huge troughs of food were being brought out to the pigs, with most of
them obliging in the treats. Cady, however, was less willing to engage in this process of fattening.
"Are you guys okay with this?" Cady asked the others, most of whom had their snouts filled with food.
"Not really," Pamela replied, turning to Cady. "But what are we supposed to do? Had we stayed back home, we
would have met the same end earlier. And we wouldn't get treated like gods before we went. It would be a
cramped sty, force feeding, being treated like animals."
"Yeah," Gillian added. "I'm okay with this. If I'm going to be food for someone, I think I want to be the best
meal possible."
And so the pigs complied. They were indeed treated like porcine deities, fed fresh, plentiful food, and given
luxurious living quarters that most humans could never afford to see in their lives. After some weeks, the
pigs seemed to completely forget about their ultimate destination. They spent most of their days lounging
around and eating. "This is the life," Cady said to herself, spread out on her fat, furred back. She had
gained significant weight since arriving at the palace, but it didn't matter to her at this point.
Everything was fine, then. Until one evening. Pamela entered Cady's living area, concerned. Jeremy was
missing. The two pigs had enjoyed a special bond until that point, despite Jeremy's castration. Cady assured
Pamela that all was probably well, and Jeremy was taking his bath late.
As Cady poked around for Jeremy, she entered the dining hall, where the pigs were allowed to enter much like a
family dog. She sniffed around for Jeremy, with no luck. As she neared the table, a hunk of hot meat fell to
the floor, and Cady instinctively gobbled it up. As she munched on the meat, however, it became gradually
apparent what she was eating: Jeremy was laid out on the table, golden brown, apple in his snout.
"Pig tastes excellent, yes?" The sheiq said. "I look forward to enjoying the rest of you!"
A pang of nausea hit Cady's porcine mind. She had pushed their fates out of her mind, but it had now
encroached on her reality. Cady scuttled out of the room on her dainty trotters, struggling with her increased
mass, and tried to come to terms with the fact that she would be up soon, if not next.