"Tha's a goo-oo-ood piggy! Eat all your slop!" said the male voice in his head.
"Dang, you really did it. Jeff's a pig! So now what?" asked another male voice. It sounded a bit more familiar to Jeff, but his piggy brain was having trouble remembering who it belonged to exactly.
"Well, when he's fat enough, it's off to the slaughter house. Bacon on our burgers!"
There was laughter.
Then an awkward silence followed.
"No, seriously, you're going to change him back, right?"
"No, way! He's ham and bacon. Not Jeff, Piggy - got it?"
"I guess, but it's kinda boring. I, mean, he just sits there and eats crammed in with all those other pigs. It would be more fun if he was in surroundings he knew, like at school?"
"Well, I suppose, I could make him a project for the Future Farmers of America at the school?"
"That would be great, and make him a young pig. Then we he can know and feel who is castrating him, and that when they're done he will end up at that pig farm...."
A wicked laugh, "Got it, Chronivac will make him a young male pig and it will be the start of the last school year. If I work this right, Jeff will cut his own nuts off. Ha!"