During the next weeks, the game went on. Mr Jones refilled the trough whenever it was empty and the girls gained more and more weight, outting on almost 2 pounds a day. He had overheard some discussions of flight and retribution but soon this had stopped once the girls had realized the finality of their fates. Meanwhile, their behaviour had turned rather piggish, the girls not paying any attention any more to where and when they peed and shitted. Soon the sty exuded a truely piggish odour. Mr Jones could spend hours watching the girls, enjoying the sight of their growing butts and considering how he would use them once they were ripe for slaughter.
After two weeks, though, he grew a bit tired of the girls growing apathy. This was when he had another great idea. He put some sleeping pills in the girls next ration and while they were sleeping he installed a video projector in the sty so they could watch videos on the wall opposite their trough. He also moved an animal scale and a chalkboard into the sty. When the pigs woke up, he entered the sty and announced: "Well, young girls. When I set that little weight challenge I might have forgotten to mention some details. First is, when the contest stopps: Well, this is easy. It stopps, when I feel like it. But to give you an idea where you stand, I will weigh you every now and then on this scale here and put the results on the board here. I also did not mention what would happen to those not so lucky to be the Number One Pig. Well, you all know what my profession is and what the destiny of every good little piggy is, right? So make an educated guess...And if this is not enough to wake your competitive spirits, I prepared some videos of what a pig slaughter is like and what happens to slaughter pigs. I am sure that will do the job." And with a mean grin he pressed a button on his remote control. The projector flickered to life. A movie title appeared in red letters: "A pig's final day". The girls freightened faces were fixed and Mr Jonesa left without one of them noticing. The three hour film showed every gruesome detail of how Mr Jones slaughtered a group of pigs. He had made the film specifically for this occasion, so not nastiness was spared. They saw how Mr Jones stunned the pigs one by one with a pair of electric tongs, how he cut their throats, how he scraped off the body hair, cut out ears and eyes and removed the toe nails. A very bad moment was the disemboweling. Mr Jones carefully cut around vagina and anus first, the through the length of the pigs' bellies and then pulled out all the intestines. Later, they could see how he dissected them, remving urine from the bladder and feces from the chislings for use as sausage casings. They could also see how he cut off the vaginas or penisses and anuses only to discard them into a trashbin. Finally, the pigs were split into their parts and they could see how Mr Jones prepared sausages, steaks, hams for curings, salamis and all the other delicacies they had once loved to buy at his shop and would now soon become themselves. The worst, however, was Mr Jones, off-commentary, in which he explained every step of his doing and did not forget the odd reminder that exactly the same would happen to all but one of the girls.
That night, all of the girls, including Ayleen, ate even more eagerly than usual. Mr Jones was content. The film had done its job.