Then Beth was lead out into a room. It was adorned in white tiles and held a strangely low stretcher. A young blond nurse asked Beth in a sweet voice: "Please, Darling, lay down and relax. The Doctor will be with you any minute. Maybe read this leaflet in the meantime to get an idea what you're up to." With that he handed over a brochure showing a smiling comic pig. Beth had an unhappy feeling what this meant and indeed the brochure titel read: "Why being a pig is good". Beth opened it hesitantly and read: "Congratulations. You have been chosen to become a pig. Pigs are the number one source of meat in our country. No matter whether you'll be made a breeder or a slaughter pig, you'll help feed the world." Beth was shocked and it was no help to read the following paragraphs. Although the tone remained cheery, it was clear that life as a pig was not much fun. She would be held in a sty, on a slatted concrete floor, with artificial light only and all she would do was eat as much as she could. If she was a breeder, she would be artificially inseminated and produce litter after litter, most of the time confined in a narrow holding pen. It she was a fattening pig, she would simply stay in her box with some other pigs, eat, eat and eat. "Let's not spare the nasty bits.", the brochure went on - well, I ahve seen no other yet, Beth thought gloomily, but read on: "Before you can enter the sty, your tail has to be docked, your tusks shortened and you need earmarks. This is necessary to prevent you from injuring each other and ensure you can be identified any time. For male pigs, there is also the unfortunate necessity of castration. Otherwise your meat could be spoiled by boar taint." This was gross, but what followed was even worse. Underlined by a few corresponding pictures the brochure read on: "Once you have reached slaughter weight or your productive cycle as a breeder is over, your meat needs to be harvested. Do not worry, though. Slaughter is a very humane process. You will be driven over to the slaughterhouse, given some time to relax and then in a calm atmosphere it happens. You're walked over and receive your stunning, either by a quick electric shock or CO2 gas. You will not feel anything afterwrads. Without any pain, your body will be bled. Your hair will be removed, Then your meat and organs are separated and finally your transformed into all those cuts desired by humans. Nothing of you will be wasted. For example, your bristles are perfect for brushes or your ears are a delicacy for dogs. Imagine, a fattening pig may yield as much as 100 kg of meat and a sow as much as 160." Beth was close to vomiting. They made it sound like fun while it meant she would be killed and then some idiot would munch on her, finally shitting the leftovers out and flushing her down the toilet. She cried and screamed when an older Doctor came in. He did not bother to calm her but ordered to guards to fiy her to the stretcher. Once that was done he caressed her thigh for a minute before injecting a vial, saying: "Shhh, shhh, don't worry. You'll make such a perfect pig. Your body is ideal and soon you'll forget you ever disliked being pig." Immediately, Beth's body started to change. Face elongating, legs shortening and body stretching she was most shocked by her inner convulsions. Her organs readjusted even more while she felt her beautiful breasts retreat while two rows of teats sprouted. Her pussy and asshole moved back and up to be crowned by a curly tail that would soon be docked. Her hair fell out and short bristles sprouted all over. Then it was over. Still shaking on her trotters and disoriented by her new piggish eyesight Beth hardly noticed how she slid off the stretcher and was lead into a new room. This one had nothing of a hospital anymore but entirely looked like a sty, including slatted floor and everything. The slatted floor proved useful though. Before Beth came to notice the other pigs and further animals around her, her shaken organs decided to relieve themselves. In horror Beth realized she had no control over them any more and by instinct her back arched when she gave a huge pee and shit right where she was, splattering her hind legs with disgustingly smelly manure. In an instant she came to hate her new life.
A moment later a new pig came in which Beth immediately identified as her mum by family instinct. Her mum was a bit bigger then Beth, given that she had also been heavier as a human. Both greeted each other, still able to communicate in what was mere grunts to humans. Looking around they found the other new pigs standing next to them, all similarly anxious, and in further pens even more animals, probably all destined for their buyer.