Mr Jones was very content to see the girls munching away at their slop. The contest had been a brilliant idea. It would make the sows fatten themselves to slaughter weight. Otherwise, there might have been a risk that they would have tried to boycott eating and he might have had to turn to nasty things like force feeding. "Really, they might be beauties, but certainly not very clever at all.", he thought. With that he left the sty, but he would return at lunch to help the girls to their next meal.
The girls were so eager eating, they did not even notice when he left. Only once the food was devoured did they turn their attention once more to their own state. Casilla was the first to speak: "Can you understand me?", she asked and to her amazement the others did, even though her voice probably sounded like pig squeals to everybody else. What she did not now was that not only she but also Mr Jones was listening in, who had received a special voice translator from his friend who had also supplied him with the pig potion. So everything the pigs would say was heard by Mr Jones or at least recorded for his future pleasure. Currently he was directly eavesdropping and enjoyed the dialogue that followed:
Sandy: "Yes, I can understand you. What is this? How could this happen?"
Caitlyn: "But have you not heard of the transformtion programme? Maybe Mr Jones is in it or has a sort of license?"
Ayleen: "Come on. How would someone like our local butcher get such a license? And I also never heard that anybody was released from the programme. No, I think he is just a pervert or madman whi enjoys seeing us suffer. And don't you get that this whole eating content ist just an incentive to make us eat more so we make good and fat piggies?"
Casilla: "Oh don't say this! I am sure it is all a hoax and we will be released soon. But to make sure I am certainly going to eat as much as I can. And if we all get slaughtered, well, then I will be slaughtered as a fat pig, where's the difference?"
Sandy and Caitlyn nodded in agreement, only Ayleen still seemed doubtful.
At this point, Mr Jones hardly could stop laughing. It all worked out so well. And if Ayleen would make any problems, he had some things in store to change her mind.
Then the girls went on to dicsuss where they could go to the loo, only to discover that the floor probably was slatted for a reason. Casilla was the first who could not hold her bowels any more. So to Mr Jones great excitement she just crouched in a corner of the rather narrow sty, buckled and released a huge pile of pig shit, followed by a stream of piss. Of course, she also hit herself in the process and the room would soon start to stink. Oh yes, this was another part of his plan. They should be pigs in all aspects, including the lack of bodily hygiene. Their perfumed, pampered bodies would soon be smelly and dirty to match their new lifestyles.
Then Mr Jones had to leave for his shop and left the pigs lying listlessly in their sty.