A week later the two of them had their appointment at the reformation centre. Upon arrival they presented their summoning letter and a young nurse in white dress showed them into an anonymous room where they were made to wait for the doctor in charge. After about 10 minutes of waiting the doctor came. He was in his fourties and looked like an aging Hollywood star. He smiled and announced: "Welcome! I hope you had a good trip here. As you know today is going to be a very important day. You have already been informed what species you will soon belong to." He took a clipboard he had been carrying under his arm and continued: "But as you may guess, there is different uses for every species. It may be more obvious with cattle where you have milk cows and beef. But for pigs we also differentiate between breeders and meat pigs, where we have further categories for the different uses. So before we further proceed both of you have to undergo a check-up to determine what would be the righ, let's say 'career' for you two. Let's start with you, young lady here."
With that, he took Beth's hand and led her into an adjourning room. Beth looked at her mother, who tried to give her an encouraging look. The doctor closed the door behind him and asked Beth to undress. Hesitatingly, she obeyed and took of her clothing until she was entirely naked. The docotr said in a soohting voice: "Now comes a part which might be a little odd, but is necessary. First we measure your body and then I will feel you up a bit to determine your body fat and I will also have to take a close look at your vagina to determine whether you might be suitable for breeding." And this he did. Not only was she weighed and measured in every dimension. In a gynecologist chair he examined her pussy closely and he even took a quick look and her pink asshole. What he saw pleased the doctor. Not only was she still a virgin but her body would make a perfect breeder. She was not fat but not too slim either. Her ass and belly presented exactly the right amount of healthy fat the consumer sought in a modern pig. And her beautiful breats would soon make wonderful teats for generations of piglets to suck on.
When it was all over and the doctor had ticked every last box on his checklist he put the clipboard on the table and turned to Beth in a grave voice: "Congratulations, you have every quality we expect in a breeding pig and so you will spend the next years giving birth and nursing many litters of healthy young piglets. The next step will be for you to undergo the actual transformation and I will see to your mum in the meantime. After that the two of you will enter our daily auction and some nice farmer is going to buy you, maybe even toegther and by tonight you will be in your new home." With a smile he put a badge around her neck, which held the information that she should be made a breeder pig, on her otherwise naked body like an onlympic medal. What he did not tell her, he thought with a grim smile as she left the room, was what it was really like to be a breeder pig. As soon as she was on the farm, she would be given hormones to make her receptible and as soon as she was in heat she would be artificially inseminated, with a plastic rod in her tender pussy, never to expercience the real pleasures of sex. What would follow were endlessly repeated cycles of pregnany, spent confined in small stys with other sows or giving birth and nursing piglets for a few weeks before they were taken away to be fattened up in record time, all this in narrow metal crates. Before long she would suffer and when she was finally worn out the meat industry would get as much out of her as possible, slaughtering her even though sow meat wasn't worth much. And so she would end up as sausages and other low value meats, devoured by unknowing families at their Sunday dinners. For her mother he foresaw even worse. There was little chance such an old candidate would qualify as a breeder, so she would probably go directly to the fattening sty and see the slaughterhouse even earlier than her daughter. But then he didn't make the rtules. His job was just to apply the criteria, which he would do rigorously.