The three porcelin pigs over the next few months were fattened up. Rogan was not aware of what was going to happen. The stout boar's portions were increased daily. The witch and her jesters wanted a banquet and needed a pig to put on the table. Rogan would suffice. They weighed up each one and eventually once Rogan got to be that ideal weight, and could barely move, the staff went in with a rope and whips and dragged the boar out of the pen. A giant 8 ft troll carried the beast. SHe was a chef and knew how to deal with problematic beasts. Turns out this was a female troll. The only humane way to put Rogan out of his misery was to make him feel at home. Eventually she picked up the fat beast and laid him on a table and put a sedative in his mouth to intoxicate him and this calmed the beast down.
The next few weeks the troll fed him more and more portions. Each time the pig was put on a table, she would lather up the pig for oiling and this would further enhance his appetite. She rubbed the pig's pecker for sexual stimulus. Eventually the pig was ideal weight. Rogan was slowly put on some kind of drug that would slow down his heartbeat. Once his heart stopped, he was dead. After a few hours, the pig was good to go. The female troll prepared and stuffed him with stuffing and then put the carcass in a skillet with an apple and cooked him. After a day of preparations, the pig was ready for banquet and feasting.
Meanwhile the sows awaited their fates to be mothers. The spell that was put on them was irreversible, but both Connie and Dili knew after they bore this litter they would try to escape and make way for the forest. They loved their lives as pigs and Connie came to realization that she was meant to be a fat pig for some wild brute in the forest.
Dili was a hundred pounds meatier than Connie, but Connie held her curves just as well. The fate of them two was motherhood as they both could feel many little piglets in their bellies.