"Breeding Sow", Jonathan asked. He had thought it over many a time, but this was his choice. It was to him the ultimate way of becoming a farm animal. A breeding sow was just that: A source of meat. Other farm animals had several purposes. A cow gave milk apart from siring calves. Chicken laid eggs. And so on. But a breeding sow did nothing else. She delivered litter after litter for the slaughterhouse and when she herself was found to be unproductive she would follow her offspring to the meat packer's. So here he was, desperately hoping it would work.
Dr. Simons, meanwhile, was surprised to say the least. Breeding sow was about the last thing anybody would wish to become. Especially, if he was male. These poor animals were confined to narrow crates. They were artificially impregnated time after time, siring litter after litter in a gestation crate hardly allowing any movement and finally there was nothing to expect but a slaughterhouse where merciless economics would see her turned to maybe bacon or ham but mostly sausage since this was the beest use for their meat. "Listen..." Dr Simons started off and explained all this to Jonathan. But he astonished her by chiming in here and there, displaying his knowledge about any detail of modern pig production. Ultimately, Dr. Simons resigned and made him sign the volunteer contract.
Next, Jonathan was lead to the tranformation room by a nurse. He was made to undress before a doctor came in. He injected the tranformation liquid and then the changes began. Jonathan felt his face elongate. His eyesight widened as his snout pushed out. he felt the wet tip above his mouth while his legs and arms shortened into trotters. He felt his fingers and toes stiffen into hoves and a tail push out above his butt. A short sad thought crossed his mind when his penis retracted only to make space for a vagina forming immediately before his asshole before both moved up, right below the tail. He had never had sex with agril, or man coming to that, and now he never would. He would be inseminated artificially to bear many litters, but sex was no option any longer. His body cared little about such thoughts and teats started to grow below his belly while his body fattened and his organs started to reform into their new layout. Then it was over. Jonathan was no undisputably a young sow, ready to receive her first litter. Another nurse lead him out and he was loaded onto a large trailer, soon filling with other pigs.