Stacey was somehow surprised to find that Tom made no motion to come in and mock her. Instead, light went on in the sty, the pigs woke up and sweet smelling pig feed was delivered through a pipeline system to their trough. The 11 other pigs in her box took not much notice of her. Two or three started to smell and lick on her which she endured to avoid a fight. She knew how nastily pigs could bite. Stacey's hunger forced her to try the pig feed. Better then starving, she thought, and found it to taste actually ok. A while after breakfast the pigs all settled down to lie listlessy when Stacey suddenly felt her bladder. It was disgusting but what could she do. So she carefully went to a corner on the sty and relieved herself, dropping a load of shit while at it. Some manure splattered on her legs and she began to hate being a pig even more. Then, at luchtime, the pigs suddenly became excited when Tom's uncle and another man she did not know came in. They opened the large gate in front of the barn building and Stacey could see that a pig trailer waited there. Nothing to worry she thought. They would come to collect slaughter pigs and she was far from reaching that weight. But suddenly the men came and opened the door to her compartment. Using plastic paddles they made the pigs move and stunned as she was Stacey obeyed without being able to think. Only once in the trailer did the horror drop in. They would surely drive her to a slaughterhouse. Maybe she was meant to be a roast piglet! Once the trailer was full of young pigs it drove off. It was a long drive and only after around seven hours did they arrive. To Stacey's utter relief, it was no slaughterhouse but another farm. She was unloaded with the other pigs and decided it was best to play along for the moment. During the unloading she heard the farmer talk to the driver: "I'm glad I managed to buy these from another farm. Our own breeding sows did not deliver enough to meet demand. I guess it's the problem with these morphees. You know, they are good for slaughtering but they are not much use as breeders. Maybe I will even single out some of the sows in here to stock up my breeding group." "Can only recommend it. Last week I drove a group of transphormees to the slaughterhouse. Had also been meant to be breeders but decided it was against their dignity apparently so they refused to be inseminated. Well, know they make dignified bacon, I guess." Stacey hated this walk but then it could mean a chance for her to escape the butcher, at least for as long as she was useful as a breeding sow. And she should probably not let them see that she was actually human. Otherwise they would possibly send her off immediately, just to spare any trouble.
For now, Stacey received the farm's earmark and settled into her new sty which was not much different from the old one. Neither was the feed. But in the evening the farmer went around and singled out some sows for breeding. Stacey ...