This is the eleventh post in the series that tells the story of a submissive fag who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

The first few weeks with the Pig in the sty were for him to adapt to the condition of a breeding animal. He had to learn how to live with the other animals in the pigpen. He had to deal with disputes over territory and food with the other male animals. He learned to interact and sleep with the other pigs. Where to shit, where to piss, and how to fight over the food dumped in the food rack.

Another learning experience was how to interact with the company's handlers.

They made a remarkable effort to treat Pig like all other animals, but they soon discovered it had unique characteristics and abilities. They soon found that the slut fag gave very competent blowjobs. Even when cleaning the pigsty stalls, it was common for them to stick their dicks out of their overalls and tell Pig to suck. They held its head by the earrings forcing their penises to the back of the animal's throat.

At the end of the workdays, some handlers would lean Pig into the wash tanks and wash its anus with the water hoses so they could fuck it. In those days, gang rapes took advantage of cleaning the filthy anus.

However, the most traumatic experience for Pig was when the keepers took the pigs from the stall to the slaughterhouse, one by one; violent hammer blows slaughtered them to the head. The pigs screamed in despair when they watched the others being killed.

The Pig stood between them, anxiously wondering if it would be slaughtered.

At the end of the slaughter, he was hung among the other dead pigs and spent the night hanging, imagining that his time would one day come.