Message-ID: <7732eli$9801231816@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Eurytion Subject: Cannibal 4H Chapter 4 (Young, Cannibalism, NC) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: eurytion@tripod.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C88937.6907@tripod.net> Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!!! Be aware that the following story is about people being eaten by other people and is for adults only. It contains sex, violence, death and cannibalism. If cannibalism is not to your particular taste, do not proceed. If you are underage, stop right here. If, by reading this fable, you will violate any local laws, rules, regulations, mores or community standards, don't continue any further. This is a continuation of the classic story "Cannibal 4-H" by Neuralmancer and takes place after the events described in that story.This extension of the original is being posted in ASSC in instalments, one instalment every Friday until the story is completed. Similar postings may be found later in the week in ASS & ASSM. Each instalment contains one or two chapters. This is instalment two and contains Chapter Four of my continuation of the saga Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer. Previous instalments may be downloaded from Deja News' archive of ASSC. Upon its completion the entire story will be sent to Black Plague. Again, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a sharecropper on his farm. Eurytion Cannibal 4H Chapter Four: A Maverick's Conversion by Eurytion JOEY'S REVERIES ABOUT HIS FIRST cannibal fair were interrupted by an announcement from the flight deck. Initially in Japanese and then again in English, the copilot announced that heavy traffic over Narita would mean at least an hour's delay in landing at the Tokyo airport. "I hope Mr. Inokuma knows we're going to be late," said Linda Sue. "I know it was a long drive from his farm to the airport. I'd hate to have him just sitting there waiting for us when he could be doing something else. "Remember how mad your Dad was when we kept him waiting for us after the fair," she asked Joey. "Of course, once he found out about Valerie he calmed right down. For a while there though I thought for sure we were in real trouble." Mad didn't begin to describe his dad's mood, Joey reflected. Tired after spending three hours midwiving a difficult birth with one of the breeding cows, Dad had to drive the 45 minutes to the fairgrounds when Joey called to say the pickup had broken down. Then, when he got there to pick them up, it was another hour and a half before Joey and Linda Sue arrived. Joey still wasn't sure what his dad would have done if they hadn't had Valerie in tow when they finally showed up. It had been at the end of Joey's second Cannibal Fair and the weather that August had been hotter than expected. Temperatures, usually in the low 80's, had soared into the 100's with a humidity to match. People were making jokes about how, if nudity wasn't the prevailing mode of dress at the fair, folks would be cooking without the need for the spit and a fire. Despite operating the water mist coolers that had been brought in for the tents at full strength, the searing sun and hot winds meant a slower, less energetic fair. The familiar aroma of barbecued girl roasting over an open hickory pit did little to make mouths water. They were too dry and it was just too hot. Bare feet almost seem to sizzle on the baked ground like freshly cut breasts on a hot Mongolian grill. Even Linda Sue had cut down on her usual number of visits to the butchering tent, complaining that "the tent reeks this year and the flies are awful." Children ran through hose end sprinklers while the most popular pastime for the adults was the dunk tank. Unlike previous years, the longest line wasn't for contestants waiting to throw a ball but rather for volunteers who wanted to sit on the seat above the water. The unrelenting heat had forced the organizers to move most of the entertainment to the evenings when the temperatures would drop to a more tolerable 85 degrees or so. What shade there was on the grounds was proved by some old gnarled trees planted years ago by the early settlers. Having won a second blue ribbon for Geryon's Cattle Farm, Joey was lounging underneath the dappled shade of just such tree nursing a lukewarm beer and waiting for his dad when he heard a cacophony of wailing coming his way. He looked up to see Linda Sue, her breasts bobbing up and down like a pair of perpetual motion birds, pulling a young girl by her hair. The girl was crying for her parents and trying hard to get away from Linda Sue who also had a small rope tied around a wrist. "Here you go Joey," said Linda Sue throwing the rope down to the dirt in front of him. "I've brought you a little present. I hope you like it." Joey looked up to see a familiar face look hopefully back at him. It was Valerie, the 13-year old sister of his friend Billy. Billy's parents ran a farm a few miles away from Joey . It wasn't a human cattle farm. They raised corn, soybeans and wheat. Joey's dad bought most of their crops to use in the feed at the farm. Valerie was, as most girls her age were, somewhat of a pest. She'd had a crush on Joey for a number of years and followed him around like a moonstruck calf every time he'd come over to the farm to see Billy or pick up a load of grain. During the last week of school, Valerie had become bold enough to put a note in Joey's locker saying she was going to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance in the fall. Just after the summer started, Billy told Joey that Valerie has made an important announcement at the family dinner. She was going to grow up to be prettier looking than that mean old Linda Sue who was always running around on Joey. And she was going to become Joey's girl. Of course the family had corrected Valerie, explaining the difference between being Joey's "girl" or a cow and Joey's girlfriend. Billy laughed while he told Joey who did have to admit it was pretty funny. The humour was lost on Linda Sue who didn't even chuckle. In fact, a look came over her face as though she had bit into a rancid lemon. Now Valerie was standing there acting like a kitten about to be put into a bag of rocks and thrown into the pond. "Oh, Joey," Valerie cried tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't let them do it Joey. I know I had it and I know I can find it again. I had it when I went to sleep. You know who I am Joey. Make them quit. Make them go away. Stop them, please, stop them." "Linda Sue, what's she talking about," he asked. "Why were you dragging her over her and why do you have that rope around her wrist?" "For Pete's sake," replied Linda Sue tartly. "Take a good look at what she's got or better yet what she doesn't have." Joey took stock of the sobbing female. Although Valerie had tried to flaunt her little body during Joey's visits, this was the first time he had seen her au naturale. Her long blond hair was brushed straight back off of her face and divided into two braids which hung down to the middle of her back. A small orange and white cameo of a young woman had been woven into one braid. The face before him was really quite attractive for a kid her age despite the dirt and tear tracks. With her hair pulled back into the braids her ears stuck out a bit from the side of her head -- sort of cute really. Her light green eyes were set nicely above a button nose, the arching eyebrows adding emphasis. Valerie's lips were full and set off nicely by the pink lipstick she was wearing. Valerie's skin, a creamy white with no hint of tan almost as though she never got any sun, was taut against her bones. Her puffy breasts gave just the merest outline of what might some day be, rising less than a quarter inch from her rib cage. Her youthful nipples were inverted deep into her aureole. Arms that were thin without being gaunt; ribs showing as the flesh worked its way down to a well-defined muscular stomach --- probably comes of being a tomboy mused Joey --- nice hips; a hairless pudendum with crinkled lips just beginning to peep out; long, coltish legs almost out of proportion with the rest of her body. All in all a fetching prepubescent female thought Joey and one that might be quite a woman in a few years. "Look, all I see is a young kid I've known for years standing in front of me," Joey said. "I don't know what it is you want me to look for." "Joey, she doesn't have her identification badge. Under the rules of the fair she's not human anymore. She's bipedal cattle who belongs to the first person to register her. And that's going to be you." Taken aback, all Joey could do was shake his head. I can't believe that Linda Sue really wants me to turn Valerie into a cow. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that story, he thought. While they were arguing about Valerie's fate a small crowd had gathered. As the crowd grew in size a familiar man, wearing the traditional adjudicator's hat, walked over to join them. "OK, what's going on here," said Al Crenshaw obviously displeased at being called out from an air-conditioned trailer into the blazing heat. Linda Sue told Al that she had found Valerie sleeping in the fairgrounds without an identification badge. That, she said, made her a stray and officially put her up for grabs. Joey protested that everyone here knew who Valerie was and she wasn't bipedal cattle. After breaking up the crowd, Al put Valerie into a temporary holding pen and brought the pair of bickering paramours inside the trailer. "Joey, there's no two ways about it. If you have your identification badge on you're human. If you don't you're somebody's next meal," Al explained. "It doesn't matter how long or how well we've known her. Valerie doesn't have on her badge. That means she's about to become a conversion. You don't have to like it. I don't have to like it. We sure know she doesn't like it and neither will her family. But that's the way it is. "You really have a couple of choices. Ordinarily, since Linda Sue found this girl, she gets the first claim on her. She's willing to let that opportunity go to you. If you don't want to claim Valerie then the rules say that she is auctioned off to the highest bidder. Or I can declare her the property of the fair, have her slaughtered on the spot and get her on a spit in time for tonight's banquet. It's your choice son. "Now I'm going out to give that cow -- and Joey that's what she is now a cow, not a young lady -- a calmative we use on nervous animals. The drug will also help start her conversion. Then I'll put the ear tag on her. That will take about fifteen minutes or so. When I get back here I expect you to have made your decision." As he left the trailer, Al turned to Linda Sue. "One other thing, there's no bed in this trailer but if you were planning on trying to convince' Joey to do what you want, you might just find a couple of air mattresses in the closet over there." The argument that followed was titanic even if it only lasted ten minutes. In the end, without having to drag the air mattresses out, Linda Sue got her way. "Joey, quit being so stubborn," she demanded. "You heard Al. Valerie doesn't exist anymore. What's waiting out there in the pen isn't Billy's sister. It's a cow, livestock, a meal on two legs and a tasty looking one at that. "You've been talking about that new project for months now. That cow would be perfect. She's the right size, the right age. If you're squeamish about it, you don't even have to do the conversion. We can drop her off at McCain's and have them process her for you. You're a human cattle raiser. She's human cattle. What will your dad say if you let that cow go to someone else?" For Joey, that was the convincing argument. He sure didn't want to tell his dad he turned down the chance at a free human heifer and a quality one at that. Friend of the family or not, Joey knew his dad would call him an idiot or worse for not staking his claim on Valerie when he had the chance. He couldn't even begin to imagine what else his dad would do, probably tell Joey he was too softhearted to be a human cattle rancher. Maybe even stop him from raising stock. Nope, Joey decided, the missing badge had sealed Valerie's fate and there was nothing he could do to change that. They would both just have to live with the consequences although Joey could look forward to a longer and more pleasant life. When Al reentered the trailer, Joey reluctantly told him he'd be claiming Valerie. Walking around to the far side of the desk, Al opened a drawer and pulled out a claim form. When Joey moved next to Al to sign the papers he thought he saw something white and shiny in the drawer. That must be were they keep the spare ID badges he thought to himself. They found Joey's dad waiting out in the dusty parking lot. Red-faced and sweating he took a deep breath to begin yelling at Joey for being late but stopped when he saw Valerie trailing behind at the end of a rope. In a few sentences, Linda Sue filled him in on Joey's most recent acquisition, leaving out Joey's reluctance to claim her. Joey's dad's mood changed almost immediately. With a smile on his face he agreed to detour over to McCain's and even asked Linda Sue to stay over for supper. "I'll have the missus make one of your favourites; barbecued bull pricks with pinto beans. Afterwards you and I can go out and pick some raspberries for dessert." A little over two months went by before the cattle trailer from McCain's rolled into the farm yard. Joey and Linda Sue had spent that time getting the barn ready for Joey's newest project ---human veal. Cow number 701, for that was Valerie's new designation, would reside in a specially prepared addition to the barn, the veal pen. Unlike the rest of the barn, which provided plenty of natural light, the new veal pen had no skylights or windows. Sunlight or moonlight was unknown here. Even the balanced white light provided by the barn's artificial lights to encourage tanning and vitamin A production in the normal herd was absent. In its place was a pallid vermilion luminescence caused by a special lighting system. The effect was not unlike being in a darkroom or the nocturnal animal section of the zoo, although some of the more zealous human cattle rights crusaders likened the effect to a decent into hell. While the dim red lights dampened the ability to discern colours, creating a monochromatic world, seeing wasn't really a problem. At least not after a person's eyes got used to the twilight conditions. The darkness was an important part of the process. Any light would encourage cow 701 to move around and would stimulate the production of unwanted hormones and enzymes. These would, in turn, darken and toughen the meat resulting in a lower grade of veal. The only illumination would come during the three daily feeding and care periods and then only for to 15 to 20 minutes. Awaiting the arrival of Joey's newest girl was a veal cage. This diminutive enclosure was deliberately built so that cow 701 would not be able stand upright, stretch or turn around. The intent was to prevent movement and any muscular development. Cow 701's muscles would gradually soften and atrophy from disuse. The final component was a special feeding regimen. Solid foods were a thing of the past for cow 701. Her new diet would be a liquid one, deliberately lacking in iron and other nutrients but high on fat. While the other human cattle on the farm were raised to be hale and hearty with full and even tans, cow 701 would be raised to be ashen and anemic resulting in the delicate and tender veal so prized by gourmets. To help assure a high-quality product, the formula contained bio-engineered enzymes which would incrementally break down muscle tissue. Raising good human veal was a tricky proposition, requiring dozens of interlocked determinations in a complicated balancing act. One of the key decisions was when to harvest. Too soon and the meat could be tough and stringy. Too late and the meat could be gelid and tasteless. Joey's task would be made all the tougher because cow 701 was to be his entry in the next Cannibal 4-H Fair. His harvest date was predetermined. He would have to work backwards from the date of the judging to make sure that his cow was at her peak for the competition. It was late afternoon when the cattle transport from McCain's slowed to a stop in the yard, dust from the road settling behind it. Jim McCain stepped from the truck, a clipboard in hand. "Hey Joey, how ya doin'," he asked? "Got yer conversion here. Where do ya want her?" "Hey, Jim, I'm doing all right," replied Joey. "Let's unload her here so I can get a look at her and we'll move her to the barn for depilating and then into the pen. She give you any trouble while you had her?" "Ya know how conversions are. They can't believe its happenin' to them. Make all kinds of offers if only you'll let them go. Try to get away. This one wasn't much different than the others. She's settled down nicely now. I think she'll behave just fine for ya. Funny thing though..." "What?" "Well, her family never came by. Usually with a local conversion like this, we at least get a phone call offerin' to buy her back. Most of the time they show up wavin' money like a white flag. But with this one, nothin'. Really pretty strange." That, explained Joey, was his dad's doing. Since a good portion of Valerie's family's income came from sales to the farm, an accommodation was quickly reached. Prices would increase this year for the soy, corn and wheat. The extra money would more than compensate for the loss of a careless daughter. Joey checked to make sure his instructions for the conversion had been followed. He didn't want the girl to be treated roughly, the conversion was to have been done as compassionately as possible. "Nuthin' to worry about there, Joey," said Jim. "We gave her the kid glove treatment, no electric shock, no physical punishment. That's why it took us so long. Normally, we'd have had her back to you in about three weeks, four if she was extra stubborn." And she's still a...Joey started to ask. "Oh yeh, she hasn't been popped. That's not to say the boys & I didn't have a little fun. Ya know that's part of the process. Have to break her will; let her know she's just farm stock now. "The second week she was there she sucked off five of the hands, thought they were gonna to let her go afterwards. Fat chance of that, I'll tell ya. She did me twice that night. She's got a hot, sweet little mouth on her. Swirls that tongue like a mini-twister when she gets goin. For such a littl' thing she sure can create a big vacuum. If a wang wasn't in the way, her cheeks would be touchin when she sucks; you almost wait for her head to collapse like that kid's in the pop commercial. "Got to be a regular thing, her doin one or two guys with each meal. She'll take to the feed hose real good for ya once ya get her in the pen. "Well, anyhow, just sign here," he said, holding out the clip board for Joey, "and we'll get her unloaded." While Joey was talking with Jim, Linda Sue had made her way out of the barn. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a red bandanna-style halter top. Her skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; her legs lightly speckled with straw and other debris from the barn. "Afternoon Jim," she greeted the visitor. "See you've got the new cow with you. Sorry I wasn't out here earlier but I was milking the bulls. I don't care what the new technofarmers say. I still think you get more semen production when you milk by hand than with one of those automatic ejaculation machines." Linda Sue had made the milking a regular part of her routine on the farm. Joey's dad was pleased enough by the results that most of the bulls were handled by Linda Sue's method. And, since the veal project had started, Linda Sue had been more careful around the bulls. She made sure they were properly restrained and in the milking stall, did only one bull at a time, knelt down in front to do the milking instead of standing between two bulls and, although she still used the sight of her bare breasts to stimulate the animals, kept her shorts on tight. Linda Sue might still fantasize about becoming a cow but it didn't seem like she was going to let it happen by accident. "Howdy, Linda Sue," Jim responded. "I'm almost envious of them bulls if you're doing the milkin. Still, I'd prefer to keep all my equipment intact if ya know what I mean. And having my member ending up as somebody's tube steak sandwich isn't my idea of a good time. "But, if you need anybody to practice your technique on..." Linda Sue laughed. "Jim, if your wife Sarah found out you'd been visiting another milkmaid besides her, keeping your equipment intact would be the least of your worries." Jim shook his head ruefully and agreed. "Well, let's get this cow out of the trailer so we can all get on with our work." Walking around to the back of the trailer, Jim removed the pins holding the gate in place and lowered the ramp. With a little encouragement from Jim, cow 701 emerged slowly from the rear of the trailer stepping off the ramp to stand still in the barnyard. This was the first time Joey had seen his stock since she had been dropped off at McCain's for conditioning. Physically, she resembled the Valerie he remembered but any trace of the personality that had been Valerie's was gone. In place of the bounce and animation, Joey saw lethargy and docility. Hopeful curiosity had been replaced with passivity and meekness. Cow 701 might look like a human but now was nothing more than subdued bipedal cattle. Joey grabbed a herding staff which was leaning against a nearby fence and approached his new cow. A single nudge from the rod made 701 turn around, a second high across the back of her shoulders made her bend over. Joey ran his hands over the cow's back and ribs. Her skin seemed unmarked. His hands travelled further down her body, reaching her taunt buttocks. The cheeks clenched together. This won't do, thought the young rancher. Placing the staff down, he used both hands to pull the cheeks apart. His right index finger explored the young cow's anal pucker. 701 lunged slightly forward at the touch but pressure from Joey steadied her in place. He pressed his finger against the ring, testing its elasticity with the pad of his finger but being careful not to penetrate into the rectum. "Seems pretty tight back here," he said to Jim. "She's a bit jumpy though." "No reason for it not to be tight," the conversion specialist replied. "Like I said, we followed your instructions to the letter. That's probably why she's jumpy. Most conversions get used in every way possible. This one's still a virgin in both holes. Just like you wanted." Joey used the staff to stand 701 up again. He continued his examination down her thighs and calves. The gap between her thin legs widened until it reached its apex at her knees and then began to narrow. The muscles of her legs were firm but not hard. Another nudge of the staff turned the cow around. For the first time since she had arrived Joey got a good look at her face. The braids from the fair were gone. In their place her long champagne tresses hung free on either side of the shoulders. The eyes were focused, not on her new master, but on the ground. Lips bare of lipstick seemed to be a little fuller, probably from the workout at every meal. 701's breasts were still mainly potential, potential that would be denied fruition by her current station in life. Unlike the inverted nipples Joey remembered from the fair, her little nubbins now stuck out although only about a quarter of an inch. Linda Sue, who until now had been content to watch, stepped up to the cow. Moistening the tip of a finger in her mouth, she began to draw lazy curlicues over first one and then the other of the nascent bumps. This stimulation not only led the cow's nipples to erection, Linda Sue's own mammary tips were visibly inflated. Amused by Linda Sue's behaviour, Joey reflected that something about a cow's nipples seemed to always attract his girlfriend's rapt attention. For himself, Joey preferred more enterable delights which allowed him to delve deeper for his satisfaction. Knelling, his scrutiny now moved on to the cow's vulva. Here, Joey imitated Linda Sue, first wetting a finger and then gently rubbing on 701's lips. After a few vertical strokes, the cow's natural lubrication took over. The moistened lips began to part like an envelope being steamed open. Joey switched his attention to the cow's clitoris, kneading it back and forth. 701'S dampness increased and her knees began to bend. Joey stopped his ministrations and stood up, shouldering Linda Sue out of the way. He took the cow's head in his hands tilting her face up until her eyes locked with his. For Joey, this was the most important test of the day. Who would be reflected back at him from those eyes? Would it be Valerie or Cow 701? The seafoam green eyes looked directly into his. In their depths Joey saw.....nothing. No sign of recognition, no sign of the little girl who vowed to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Only the placid, tranquil gaze of an unconcerned farm animal. Joey let the head drop back down, thankful that McCain's seemed to have done their job well. If it had been Valerie who had looked back at him, well, he wasn't sure what he would have done. "Jim, you've done a good job here," said Joey. "Thanks a lot. Just send us the bill and I'll be sure you get your fee and a little bonus." Jim silently nodded his thanks as he ambled back to the truck. Joey turned to Linda Sue, "It's time to take this cow to the depilatory. She's still not showing any signs of public hair but the hair on her arms and legs has to go. Have one of the hands put her in the tank. If you want, you can do it but be sure you wear the gloves, cap and coveralls." Early in his career as a junior cattle rancher, Joey had made the mistake of dipping new stock without the proper protection. Some of the hair on his arm still hadn't grown back. "After she's been dipped," Joey continued, "you can cut and style her hair. While you're doing that, I'll go tell Dad she's here and file the paperwork from McCain's. By that time, you should be done. Then we'll introduce her to the cage and call it a day." Joey started off in the direction of the house. Linda Sue took a waist halter from the fence and placed it on cow 701. These implements were an essential part of human cattle ranching, designed to aid in handling cows. A tug on the halter's lead was enough to get the animal moving in the right direction. As she walked the human cattle into the prep room, Linda Sue began a one sided conversation. "Well, Valerie," she voiced, "looks like you were right after all. You told your family you were going to be Joey's girl and you sure are, all the way to Crenshaw's meat counter. Al's already got customers on a waiting list for you. The best part is that some of them are your relatives. Your folks aren't on it but Al tells me your Aunt Janet & Uncle John paid a nice amount to be at the top of the list. Guess they didn't like your smartass ways anymore than I did. "Your Mom & Dad probably knew it wouldn't look right for them to be buying their own little girl. But I bet their mouths are watering at the thought of having Braised Veal Shanks or Veal Piccata the Sunday after you're slaughtered. I hear Billy even bought Aunt Janet a copy of 50 Meals You Make with Veal' for Christmas." After hearing the last, cow 701 stumbled. "So, there's still a little bit of Valerie somewhere in there. That's good," Linda Sue said cruelly. "I want you to know what happens to little girls who are careless about whose boyfriend they go after and where they sleep." The monologue came to an abrupt end as they entered the prep room. Only Luke, the oldest of the hands on the ranch was on duty. Linda Sue explained that she was there to get the new cow ready for the veal pen. Could Luke be a dear and fill one of the tubs while she changed? After tying 701's lead to the wall, Linda Sue grabbed a coverall from the rack and entered the dressing room. Once she had stripped, the buxom lass began to pull on the Tyvek jump suit only to stop when the zipper reached her breasts. Pulling the zipper back down, Linda Sue placed her right hand on top of a now soggy cunt. First one and then two fingers slipped in and out of her cunt. Moving faster she used her thumb of her left hand to massage her clit. Thoughts of Valerie turned into medallions of veal stacked on a platter spurred her on to more frenzied efforts, four fingers now plunging her pussy. Suddenly, the vision began to change. The medallions of veal were being replaced by something else. It was the Cannibal 4-H Fair. And Joey and his friends were there. But where was she? Now Joey was pointing to a carcass slowly turning on a spit. His friend were slapping him on the back as though they were congratulating him. Was this one of Joey's prize winners being barbecued? Then Linda Sue realized that she was on the spit. It was her body being slathered with tangy red barbecue sauce; her skin crisping over the hickory-fed flames; her nipples blackened and steaming that Joey was chewing in his mouth. In an instant she came with a force that left her disoriented. Slowly realization of her present surroundings returned. This had been the most vivid fantasy yet. Was it a sign or a warning? Shaking her head from side to side, Linda Sue finished donning the jump suit and reentered the prep room. Luke was just topping off the stainless steel tank with defoliator. Thanking him for his efforts and assuring him that she could handle a young heifer like this with one hand tied behind her back, Linda Sue dismissed Luke. After placing Valerie's --- and Linda Sue only wanted to think of her as Valerie, it was more pleasurable that way --- hair into a Tyvek hair cap and coating her eyebrows with petroleum jelly, she removed the waist halter and led the girl up the platform and over to the tank. Linda Sue entered the tank with the girl. While this was not the normal procedure, it was common enough that the farm provided its hands with full body jump suits. The girl twitched a little as she felt the sting of the tank's chemicals. Just a few minutes would be enough to assure that no hair ever grew again on skin exposed to the tank's mixture. Even with the two of them in the tank, the defoliator only came up to the 13-year old's shoulders. Linda Sue used the tank's restraint straps to tie Valerie's legs and arms spread eagle to the side of the tub. This allowed both better access by the solution to what the young girl had once called her "private parts" and made it easier for Linda Sue to use a sponge on Valerie's neck and face. Once this was done, the only hair Valerie would sport would be the farm's trademark bun. Linda Sue restarted the monologue that had been interrupted by their arrival at the prep room. "Valerie, I wasn't really being truthful about your aunt and uncle. They're not at the top of the list. I am. Al liked my offer even more than the cash from Janet and John. Don't worry though. There's going to be enough of you to feed your whole family a couple of meals." The girl began thrashing. In her haste to finish before Joey arrived, Linda Sue had not properly tightened one of the bindings around 701's wrist. Now the cow was working that arm free. Alarmed at her carelessness, Linda Sue leaned forward to tighten the restraint. But before she could yank on the strap, 701's fingers closed around the zipper on Linda Sue's jump suit and pulled it down a half inch. Immediately, some of the tank's content entered through the opening. Securing the restraints more forcefully than necessary, Linda Sue felt only disgust. That shouldn't have happened, she thought to herself. If Id been paying attention to what I was doing, it never would have. Still, maybe it's not all that bad. Taking a deep breath, Linda Sue unzipped the jump suit the rest of the way down. After only a few moments of difficulty, she had completely removed the coverall exposing her entire body, save her head, to the defoliant. Across from her, a stunned 701 stood silently. Although her conversion had been a lengthy and extensive one, it had not been total. Such transitions from free human to livestock very rarely were. In a distant part of 701's mind, Valerie still existed. But while 701 was resigned to its fate, the portion that was Valerie raged, raged against the dying of the light. The knowledge that Valerie the human had of 701 the cow's ultimate destination was too painful to face. And so the cow forced Valerie into the farthest recesses of its psyche, only allowing her to emerge under the most stressful of circumstances. Still, to se -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |