Steph, or Bacon as she was now known, headed down towards the other pigs and began to make their acquaintance. Like her, they were all formerly young adults sold into pigdom, largely against their will. Two of the females, Chops and Ribs, reclined on the floor simply enjoying the evening quiet, and made some attempt to ingratiate Steph to the group.
"So, what's it like, living in this way?" Steph asked.
"It's nice", Chops replied. "We're treated very well. Like princesses, almost, although we have these physical features of a pig."
"What about... well, what we're being kept for?" Steph continued with discomfort.
"That's just it - that's what we're being kept for," Ribs added. "You get to think of yourself as a pig eventually, and then as a meat product. I love thinking about myself as an eventual rack of BBQ ribs," she added.
Steph was disgusted. These girls had obviously been turned crazy by this transformation, and the lifestyle. But little did she know, she would soon be feeling exactly the same way.