Steph was anxious and nervous when the man started to speak: "Sweetheart, I guess it's somehow strange for you to be here. But don't worry, it's all fine. We're no driving to our laboratory where the transformation willl take place and then I#ll deliver you to the ultimate purchaser." "What ... what ... will I be?", Steph asked. "Oh very easy.", replied the man, caressing her thigh and moving up towards her butt. "You probably know you're a beautiful girl. Hardly any man can look away from your curvy butt and that's what we're after. Gourmets pay exorbitant prices for prime hams and your's is double-plus A prime. We will therefore turn you into a pig. You will be feed and taken care off better than any of those poor pigs under the official program." "But ... but ... doesn't that mean you want to slaughter me one day?" "Well, I would not call it slaughter, honey. That sounds so gross. I'd rather speak of fulfilling your fate. For the next year or so you will live a life you have never seen before. You willl not have to eat pig feed but will be fed the best delicacies available. Also, you will not have to live in a sty but in the house of the purchaser. He is a very nice gentleman who will make sure you receive any luxury you like." What he did not mention openly was that all this was not so much done for Steph but to improve her meat quality. Much like with Japanese Kobe beef pork gained much in quality if a pig was raised the right way. Steph was still shocked and sunk into silence for the rest of the trip. She was sure this was not what her parents had had in mind for her.
Then the limousine came to a halt and Steph was led into a small low building that could have been anything from the outside. Inside, she was immediately drugged to make her unconscious - it had proven easier that way. Hence, she did not see anything of the transformation which left her as a sow of around 60 kg. When she woke up next she found herself in a large, almost palatial living room fuull of antiquities. An older man in his 70s who looked much like a nice grandfather sat in a throne-like chair, a dog at his side. "Oh hello, you woke up, great! I'm Bill, your new owner. One forgot to tell me your old name but that's no problem. I would have changed it anyway. I will simply call you Bacon from now on. I hope you don't mind but I call all my pigs by silly name, so it's easier for an old man like me. Next to me is Rufus. He is also a tranformee and my loyal aid in all things. I am sure we will all three have a great time. There is also a few other animals in the house which you will get to know in an instant. But first a few rules: 1. You can have all the food and all the luxury in the world. 2. You obey me. 3. If you disobey me, it will have nasty consequency, so don't try. Also, please imagine: You're a pig - what would you do if you ran away for example? Right, so just stay here and enjoy your life." Steph had listened and understood. She had grown up in hard environment and knew what was good. And this was clearly a man you better listened to.
Bill stood up and patted her head. "Now, come along, Bacon. Let's meet your new playmates." He showed Steph into along a huge hall into a nicely adorned room holding pillows, cussions and golden bowls full of delicious looking food. Inside were five other pigs in different states of fattening. "These are Chops, Ham, Sausage, Ribs and Knuckle." Steph was surprised when she heard the other pigs great her in what sounded like a human voice to her while Bill said: "Oh, good to hear those happy grunts. Now, please acquaint yourselves and eat a bit. I am sure you must be hungry and we want you to become a nice and round piggy, don't we." With that he left.