Mr Jones clasped his hands together, smile wide on his face as he entered the impromptu pig pen. "Morning
girls," he said, enjoying the sight of his new stock. "I hope you are growing accustomed to your new forms.
You better get used to it quick, because this is how you will be spending the rest of your lives now. You are
pigs, and my pigs, and you ought to do what I say."
The pigs squealed in disbelief. To Sandy and the others, they still felt like normal human girls, albeit
trapped in the body of a farm animal.
"There is hope for you, though - one of you at least. In order to properly be of use to me, you will all need
to be well-fattened. This will require weeks of intensive feeding. As an incentive, I promise to give the
fattest pig at the end of the month their freedom back. They will be transformed back into a human girl and
the others will stay. Does that seem reasonable to you?"
There was no linguistic response to the proposition.
"Good. I suggest you get eating."
Mr Jones tipped a bag of feed into a trough for the pigs, and they all raced up to it immediately. Clearly the
girls had understood Mr Jones' words and were willing to compete for their freedom.
Little did they know, Mr Jones did not actually intend to free one of them at all...