Again a few weeks later, Mr Jones could see the pigs were clearly approaching their final weight, although he would still give them a bit of time. During their by now routine weighing sessions, none of them had gained a clear lead, although Casilla was currently the heaviest at 210 pounds.
Meanwhile, Mr Jones business went on as usual and one day he received a new consignment of life pigs when a thought struck him. He immediately went to fetch his mobile electric pig box in which he normally moved around his slaughter pigs. Now he moved it into the pig sty and ushered the girls in. This went easier than he had expected. They were by now really docile little babes as he realized with a hint of pride. He almost regretted he could not use his electric prod, when he thought: "Why actually not? They are mine after all." With that, he gave each of the girls a good shock into their protruding pig pussies and enjoyed the sight of their wriggling buttocks. That done, he announced: "Well myladies, now that I have yor attention: You have already had the pleasure of witnessing video footage of a pig slaughtering. But I thought you might want to see hands on what awaits all but one of you. This morning I received a group of slaughter pigs. Transmorphs just like you. This afternoon, they will be transformed once more - into sausage and ham, of course! And you will have the pleasure to watch. You will notice that one side of your little box has bars so you should all have a good outlook. Then he took the handle of the electric box and the little motor effortlessly drove it to the slaughtering room. Here, a group of seven pigs, five sows and two castrated males stood in their holding pen. The girls could see the horror in their eyes and one was shaking uncontrollably. A gloom and dull atmosphere surrounded all pigs in the room - in stark contrast to Mr Jones who was in high spirits and set to prepare his equipment.