An hour later Bill dropped in and asked Bacon to keep him company for the evening. Much more hesitantly than before Steph followed the man she knew would one day relish on her meat. Bill and Steph went into a large dining hall. At first sight it looked like anything one would expect in a medieval knight's tale but looking closer Steph realized that the walls were adorned with portraits of pigs. Below were small stickers with the pig's life dates, their slaughter weight and other information. The very last frame was still empty but it already read "Bacon". Bill noticed her horrified gaze and said in a soothing voice: "Shh, shh, Bacon. This day will come but we have a long way to go until then. Once it is time, you will welcome the idea, believe me. But now let us eat." Dinner was served, Bill eating at a table, Steph from silver bowls right next to him. While her meal was vegetarian, Bill feasted on meat, possibly from other poor pigs. Unkown to Steph, however, her meal was spiced up with a drug that would increase her obedience and diminuish her ability for critical thinking. she would not be limited in her general intelligence but she would be more receptive to Bill's arguments. During dinner Bill chattered away about this and that with Steph hardly listening. When all empty plates had been collected by some almost invisible aervants, Bill moved to a rocker chair in front of the fire place and asked Steph lie down on a blanket beside him. She obeyed immediately, falling almost in trance from the drug, the warmth and Bill's mysterious voice. When both had settled down, Bill started to caress her little teats, stroking her butt cheecks and - almost passingly - her pinkish pig pussy that was sticking out below her short tail stub. She sank even deeper into a feeling of entire well-being when Bill started to talk: "Bacon, my other pigs have probably told you how much they love the idea of being meat one day. And I imagine you were somewhat shocked by this. But please see it this way. You are a pig now. This is all that counts. It does not matter that once you were human. Now you are pig and nothing makes a pig prouder than delivering high quality meat to their owner. Right now for dinner I had some ham from Loin. He was like you, shocked and confused when he arrived. Even more so actually, because as a male pig he had to be castrated to avoid boar taint in his meat. But when I slaughtered him two weeks ago. He was eager. He4 knew it would be his fulfillment to be turned into quality meats. We even sat down together beforehand and decided what I would use his parts for. Imagine, how many different delicacies I turned him into. And I wasted nothing. His brain for example I used for sausage and his snout became a snack for Rufus." The words sank in, deeper and deeper like a sweet poison. Steph tried to resist, something felt still wrong, but this man was so nice and it all sounded so coercive. Yure it had to be right. Bill smiled when he saw Steph's relaxed face. And with a greedy look at her round hams he brought her back to the other pigs who fell asleep soon. This treatment continued over the next week or so and ultimately Steph's sinking was entirely in line with that of the other pigs. They were here to grow fat and deliver meat. How could it be wrong? So they competed in tricks to improve their meat quality, discussed which food would make them most tasty or what recipes they would like to become. And Bill watched as they grew fatter, his mouth watering while his pork supply dwindled and he sharpened his knife.