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THIS IS A REPOST OF THE FIRST SIX CHAPTERS OF CANNIBAL 4H FAIR. It is
intended only for adults. It contains violence, the raising  of humans
as cattle meant for consumption bu other humans, death and varied and
sundry forms of sexual excess.  You have been warned.

The original two chapters of this saga were written by Neuralmancer, the
remaining chapters by Eurytion. My thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing
me to be a sharecropper on his farm.

And now our story:

Cannibal 4H  Chapter 1: A New Project  BY NEURALMANCER

JOEY PACED NERVOUSLY outside of the barn door. Today he certainly wasn't
himself. Normally upbeat, his mood as of late was downright somber.
Through the day Joey had mechanically attended to his farm chores. His
thoughts were elsewhere.

Only upon the approach of Joey's girl friend, Linda Sue, did his mood
improve. Her scantily clad body, just barely covered by a tight spring
dress, caused Joey's pick to stir underneath his overalls, the only
clothing that Joey usually wore. Damn, thought Joey, she looked good.
The sight of Linda Sue's swinging hips temporarily caused Joey's mind to
think of something other than the fair.

Linda Sue yelled out to Joey as she came near. "Hey Joey, have you
approached your Father with your idea for the fair yet?"

Joey frowned as he heard Linda Sue's question. He hadn't dared bring up
the subject to his father yet. Human cows were extremely expensive. Joey
wasn't sure whether he was responsible enough to be trusted with the
care of one. "No Linda Sue, not yet. I'm still looking for the right
time to bring the subject up."

"Well you had better hurry up, we only have six months till the fair."
Linda Sue paused as she came closer. Placing her hands about her slender
waist, she sexually tossed her head back causing her long jet black hair
to cascade behind her head. Standing with her bare legs apart, she had
Joey's attention. With a look of seriousness on Linda Sue's face, she
continued to address him. "Well perhaps all you need is some
encouragement. We all know that you're the best junior human cattle
farmer in these parts. Now's our opportunity to prove it. You need to
show everyone that you're ready for responsibility. It's now or never."

"I want to see the cattle." Taking Joey's hand, Linda Sue led Joey into
the barn.

Though from the outside the barn appeared much like any other, on the
inside similarities to convention parted dramatically. For this was a
barn for bipedal cattle. In a former existence the cattle residing
within the barn may of been considered human. Now the residents of the
barn were highly valued farm animals, nothing more.

The human cattle's special requirements implied dramatic changes to the
barn's interior design. For one, the barn's interior temperature was
strictly regulated. The human cattle now lived in a state of complete
nudity. As such, they had to be protected from the vagaries of the
outside environment. Joey always felt as if he had entered one of those
elaborate enclosed shopping malls with a sunlit atrium every time he
entered the barn. Multiple sky lights illuminated much of the barn's
interior. The abundance of natural sunlight plus a rather high setting
of the thermostat made the barn's interior atmosphere border on that of
a greenhouse. Only on the warmest of days would the human cattle be
allowed outside.

Two parallel lines of stalls lined the barn's interior. Most of the
stalls were occupied by naked human female cattle. Cows they were called
in the trade. Most of the demand was for girls. A couple of stalls
located opposite of the stalls occupied by cows each held the masculine
counterpart, bulls. With the exception of head hair, all were hairless
as well. Joey knew that well for he had personally helped his father
with the hair removal. One of the first chores to be done upon a new
cow's or bull's arrival to the farm was a dip in the hair removal bath.
The hair removal solution was strong stuff. After only a couple of hours
within the bath and the new cow or bull would emerge as hairless as a
newborn babe. Frequently the new arrivals would offer quite a bit of
resistance during this step. It wasn't unusual for the farm hands to
come in contact with the hair removal liquid. Joey had learned his
lesson to ware protective clothing on his first attempt. A wiry blonde
cow had managed to splash some hair removal liquid on his right arm.
Joey made her stay in the hair removal bath a bit longer than necessary.
A couple of years human harvesting later and the hair on his right arm
had still not grown back.

"Young and lean" remarked Linda Sue as she kept her head turned towards
the line of cows. None of the cows was more than twenty years old. All
were young and nicely filled out with ample breasts and shapely
buttocks. Each cow was chained by the neck to the cinder block wall.
Their hands and feet remained free. They offered little attention as
Linda Sue and Joey walked pass. Neither did they attempt to offer up any
sense of modesty. Most of the cows had been on the farm for awhile and
probably had some idea of what lay await for them.

Linda Sue paused to pick up a cattle prod from the wall. Turning towards
the line of human cows, Linda Sue stopped in front of one of them. Linda
Sue's selected cow had been on the farm for some time now. The cow's
body showed the effect of the farm's treatments. Like so many others,
this young cow, still in her late teens, had been only average upon her
arrival at the farm. After almost six months however the cow had
dramatically changed. By a combination of special injections and diet
the cow's breasts had increased in size. Linda Sue guessed that this
young cow was easily a D-cup now. Not that the cow would ever again need
a bra. In contrast to the breast enlargement, the cow's waist had
remained quite narrow. A second affect of the special conditioning was a
leaning out of the cow's meat. The hips and thighs had filled out nicely
with tender meat.

Sitting with her legs stretched out on the hay lined floor of her stall,
the cow's gaze was fixated upon Linda Sue's cattle prod. The cow knew
that demands were soon to be placed upon her. "This one appears about
ready for harvest. Just a little extra work and she should win first
prize at the fair."

Without saying another word Linda Sue jabbed the end of the cattle prod
against the shin of the sitting cow. Understanding Linda Sue's desire,
the young cow quickly got to her feet. The cow made no attempt to move
away from Linda Sue. She knew well the consequences of disobedience.

Keeping her gaze fixated on the standing cow, Linda Sue continued to
talk to Joey. "I see that you make sure that your stock gets plenty of
sun. Did you know that tanned cows always receive higher point scores
than plain old white ones? Not that it makes any difference in the end."

Joey nodded his head in agreement. He enjoyed seeing the naked cows
prance about the open air pen.

Linda Sue handed the cattle prod to Joey. With her hands now free Linda
Sue began to explore the soft contours of the young cow's body. Starting
at the top of the naked woman's head, Linda Sue ran her fingers through
the woman's hair, the only hair that she now had. Like those of all of
the other cow's on the farm, the cow's head hair had been pulled back
into a compact bun extending no lower than her shoulders. This
particular hair style had become the farm's trade mark. "I have always
wondered how I would look wearing my hair this way."

Hearing Linda Sue's remark, said so casually, gave Joey a start. Hmm, he
thought, does Linda Sue secretly desire to become a cow? Joey formed a
mental image of Linda Sue spiked from ass to mouth and slowly roasting
over a barbecue pit, not an unpleasant thought.

Moving her hands down pass the sides of the young cow's head Linda Sue
felt the tag that the cow wore suspended from her left ear. "Ah my dear,
reduced to nothing but a number", Linda Sue said in jest.

Linda Sue then reached underneath the cow's now ample breasts and cupped
one in each of her hands. Squeezing hard, Linda felt the quality of the
woman's tit flesh. The cow's nipples hardened in response to Linda Sue's
manipulations. This time saying nothing, Linda Sue showed how pleased
she was by the smile on her face. This cow was definitely top prize
material.

As Linda Sue moved her hands yet lower down the sides of the cow's body
she felt the quality of the woman's flesh, full, yet firm meat. 

Bending her knees to lower herself, Linda Sue reached behind the
standing form to feel the young woman's buttocks. The cow vocalized a
sharp sound as Linda Sue pinched the flesh of the cow's ass. Again Linda
Sue was pleased. "I can already tell that this one has developed a fine
romp roast. The meat should fetch a good price in the market."

Through out most of Linda Sue's fondling of the cow's body the cow had
showed little if any emotion. She had become use to being treated as a
lowly animal. However, hearing her ass characterized as nothing more
than a romp roast was too much to bear. The cow's blank look of
resignation was suddenly transformed into an expression of dread and
pain. True to her conditioning though, she still did not say a word. It
needn't matter. Neither Linda Sue nor Joey gave the once human, now mere
two legged cow, any heed. Nothing could change the cow's fate.

While withdrawing her hands from the lovely cow's ass, Linda Sue
causally drew her index finger against the cow's hairless vaginal
opening. It was moist and open. "Ah my lovely cow, so you enjoy your
keeper's touch. No doubt that you'll long ago lost any sense of
inhibition."

Finishing her exploration of the cow's body, Linda Sue noted that the
cow's thighs and calves of the same high quality as was the remainder of
the cow's flesh.

Resuming a standing posture, Linda Sue returned her attention to Joey.
"This is the one that we should take to the fair. You have already done
a fine job on her. Just a little bit of preparation and we will
certainly win first prize."

Joey nodded his head in agreement. "The only problem is convincing my
father to let us go. You know how old fashioned he is. He is unusually
adverse to anything that doesn't bring a profit."

Striking a sexy pose with her hands on her hips Linda Sue smiled. "Don't
worry Joey boy. Just let old Linda Sue here handle him. Besides, the
publicity generated from the fair should do the farm's sales good. If
you want to get sales you have to advertise."

As far back as Joey could remember, Linda Sue always had a wild streak
to her. He wondered what she had in mind for his father.

Cannibal 4H Chapter 2: The Fair BY NEURALMANCER

THE SIX MONTHS till the fair quickly went by. Joey wasn't sure exactly
how Linda Sue managed it, but she somehow got his father to approve of
their taking Linda Sue's selected cow to the fair. From the smile on his
father's face after Linda Sue had him alone, Joey could guess what had
transpired.

The work to prepare their entry however fell mainly to Joey. He gave the
lean brunette cow that Linda Sue had picked out special attention.
Throughout the spring and early summer Joey made sure that the young cow
got just the right amount of exercise. He took particular joy upon
seeing her run about the outdoor stockade. Bathing her afterwards was
even more enjoyable. It became almost routine, at least for those times
that Linda Sue wasn't around, for Joey to take the young cow sexually
after her bath. Young cows not selected for breeding, like the cow that
Joey now lavished so much extra attention to, were routinely fixed. Such
little details made life on the farm so much more enjoyable.

Balancing the cow’s regime of exercise was her special diet. Joey
carefully controlled the young cow's intake of tit and ass food. A high
protein blend consisting mostly of soy byproducts and high fiber
cereals, tit and ass food, as the farm hands called the feed that Joey's
father purchased from the local livestock merchant, was specially
prepared for the particular diet of human livestock. Things went so
well, that by the time of the fair, about the middle of July, Joey's and
Linda Sue's selected entry's breasts had again enlarged, this time
reaching double D.

The first day of the fair finally arrived. Joey had attached a small
livestock trailer, a short enclosed affair much resembling a horse
trailer, to his van into which the young cow would travel to the fair.
To save on expenses during the week long event, both Joey and Linda Sue
would spend their nights together in the van. Joey had equipped the van
with everything that they would need, including most importantly, as
large a bed as Joey could fit within the back of the full size van.

Though it took a couple of hours for both Joey and Linda Sue to pack the
van with their supplies, the time seemed to go by much more quickly. The
last thing to do was to secure their young cow into the livestock
trailer. No doubt sensing that something was up, the cow was noticeably
apprehensive and skittish. Linda Sue spoke softly to calm the two legged
cow. "Easy girl, we've just got a short way to go."

Walking with a slow and carefully stepped pace, Joey and Linda Sue eased
their girl into the livestock trailer. Strapping the cow into the
trailer, Joey and Linda Sue closed and secured the trailer's door behind
them. Transformed from a human being into a bipedal cow, now but a piece
of livestock, the young farm animal would travel naked to the fair.

As Joey watched Linda Sue climb onto the van's passenger seat he noticed
her perspiration soaked shirt clinging revealingly to her chest. Linda
Sue didn't wear a bra. In fact, Linda Sue didn't wear much at all. A
pair of almost illegal cutoff jeans just barely covered her ass cheeks.
Her feet were bare. Linda Sue smiled at Joey as his cock stiffened in
response to sudden carnal thoughts. "Oh the July sun is hot! Come on
Joey, lets get this show on the road, the fair is waiting!"

I took the better part of a half of a day to drive to the fair grounds.
Once there they had to go through the usual routine of checking in and
finding a place to park. Fortunately, the check in was a drive through.
The check in attendant, an older man with graying hair and a developing
pot belly, was naked. Unlike most agricultural fairs the cannibal fair
was nudist. It was the custom for not only the bipedal cattle, but also
for those attending the fair to go about completely nude. No one was
quite sure how this tradition got started, some say it came from some
old cannibal cartoons, but needless to say there wasn't a more
comfortable way to spend a hot July day.

"How are you all doing? Here's your identification badges. Remember,
don't lose them. It's about all there is between you're being human and
someone's next meal."

Joey thanked the attendant and drove to a parking spot not too far from
the livestock barns. Always the thoughtful farmer, Joey was careful to
pick a spot upwind of the barns. Already, it was only the first day of
the fair, the fair grounds were crowded with people, all naked and
glistening with sun tan lotion in the lengthening July afternoon.

As Joey and Linda Sue stepped out of the van the smell of roasting meat,
human meat, greeted their arrival. Joey was the first to comment about
what awaited them. "I love coming to the fair, that aroma gets my
appetite going every time."

"Dinner will have to wait. First spray some of that sun tan oil on my
back before it burns. Then lets get our little prize winner safely
installed in the exhibit area. Then we can eat."

Looking back to Linda Sue, Joey noticed that she had already stripped
down to nothing but a pair of sandals. Her firm breasts, well covered
with a layer of sun tan oil, glistened invitingly in the afternoon sun.
Suddenly Joey forgot about food, but only temporarily.

With their bodies protected from the sun's harmful effects and having
remembered to place the identification badges about their necks, their
only garment besides the sandals on their feet, Joey and Linda Sue
carefully escorted their cow to the livestock barn assigned to their
category of entry. At the fair there were primarily three categories of
cows on exhibit. The first kind of cow was like theirs, known as a
conversion, a cow that at one time had been human like themselves, but
for one reason or another had their status converted to livestock. The
second kind of cow were those who were specially bred to be livestock.
Presented with the first two kinds of bipedal livestock, Joey could
easily tell them apart. Once having been human, a certain fraction of
humanity always remained. Those bipedal cows raised from birth as
nothing more than livestock never had the opportunity of a normal human
development and it showed. The third category of cow were those prepared
for the smokehouse. In contrast to the general desire to keep the meat
of the first two kinds of cow as lean as possible, those cows destined
to have their meat smoked were put on extremely high fat diets. Their
bodies were optimized in the entirely opposite direction. The third kind
of cow was generally huge and obese. However, the hams that resulted
tended to be very tasty.

Having secured their cow in her pen, Joey and Linda Sue turned their
attention to one of the fair's many food tents. Elbowing their way
through the a crowd of other hungry fair attendants, Joey and Linda Sue
encountered a most fantastic site. In front of them, four parallel rows
of double high rotisseries were available for the barbecuing of human
meat. Fed by a line of gas fed flame lying parallel with the axis of
each spit, eight human carcasses could be simultaneously roasted.
Already, despite the evenings early hour, half of the spits were
occupied with slowly spinning and cooking meat. Before long all the
spits would be busy with the task of cooking meals for the multitude of
hungry fair goers.

Pressing his way to the ordering counter, Joey peered to the nearest of
the roasting carcasses. Decapitated and skinless, Joey could see the
spit, which entered the carcass at the anus and exited through the neck,
passing through the cow's lower abdominal region. The stomach had been
left open after gutting. The legs had been doubled over and were pined
to the carcass's sides. The arms were likewise doubled over and pined to
the cow's back. Both the feet and hands were missing. The overall effect
made the roasting cow appear much like a chicken, a very large chicken.
This particular cow must be near done though Joey. The meat had acquired
a dark brown color, black in places where the barbecue sauce had
burned.  Torrents of hot steam rose in visible streams from every
opening. The nipples of the cow's ample breasts had turned charcoal
black due their greater proximity to the flames. Juices dripped from the
cow's expanded vaginal opening.

All of the roasting carcasses were from cows. All of the other roasting
cows were similarly prepared. As Joey waited for the ordering attendant,
a pretty teenaged woman whose naked body compared favorably to those
roasting behind her, to get to him for his order, Linda Sue yelled out
to a middle aged man wearing nothing but an apron and a cowboy hat who
was busy using a broom to apply barbecue sauce to one of the rotating
carcasses of meat. "Hey mister, where can we see the butchering?"

Dipping the broom into a large bucket of deep red barbecue sauce, the
man paused to carefully coat the buttocks of a roasting cow with
barbecue sauce before he replied. Only after he was sure that no spots
of the roasting meat had been left uncovered did he answer. "Behind this
tent there's another tent and behind that tent is a stockade. The meat
cows are kept in the stockade as they wait to be butchered. Feel free to
go into the butchering tent, but keep out of the way. The guys in there
like to work fast."

Grabbing Joey's right arm, Linda Sue pulled him from his place in line.
Joey was furious. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Joey, come on. You can eat anytime. If we hurry we can still witness
the day's butchering", replied Linda Sue.

Reluctantly, Joey went along with Linda Sue's wishes. It was at times
like this when the thought of Linda Sue rotating about a cooking flame
was the most appealing.

As Joey and Linda Sue approached the stockade they could see a
collection of naked cows being herded together within the stockade.
Though differing in their appearances, all of the cows shared the common
marking of their ear tags. The ear tag plus a variety of inspection
tattoos clearly indicated the status of those waiting within the
stockade. Joey couldn't help getting aroused from the sight of so much
naked femininity being forced to line up within the stockade. Ample
breasts bounced unhindered and well padded hips swayed as the line of
naked cows moved forward. Herders armed with cattle prods were in the
process of constricting the herd onto a narrow ramp entering the
butchering tent. As Joey and Linda Sue watched, a panicking cow
attempted to climb over the stockade's fence. An alert herder rushed to
the outside of the stockade fence and with a quick jab of his cattle
prod promptly forced the cow back. Restricted to a single file on the
ramp, a sliding door opened to allow a single cow entrance to the
butchering tent. Forced within, the door promptly closed behind her.
After a short pause of constant duration the door once again opened for
the next waiting cow.

Noticing Joey's excited sexual state Linda Sue reached down and tightly
grasped Joey's stiffening cock. "Plenty of time for that later, Joey.
Come on, lets go see what happens inside."

Joey attempted to take his mind off of the eroticism of the herding. Not
entirely successful, Joey's cock remained half hard as Joey and Linda
Sue entered the butchering tent.

Though bright lights illuminated critical areas of the tent's interior,
there remained a significant number of dark spots. The overall effect
caused an observer's eyes to be guided from one work station to the
next. Details in-between were missed. Perhaps that was just as well.
Neither Joey nor Linda Sue wanted to know what felt wet and slimy
against their almost bare feet.

A production line of human disassembly greeted Joey and Linda Sue as the
pair's eyes adjusted to the tent's interior illumination. At each stage
of the line men were busy with either the initial beheading of the cow,
the removal of the skin, gutting, and at the final stage, the impalement
of the headless carcass on a rotisserie spit. Joey and Linda sue stood
transfixed near the start of the line watching the workers ready yet
another cow to meet her fate as a tall man approached them.

"Hello there, you two want a tour? Well, don't just stand there looking
dumbfounded, yet me show you around."

Joey and Linda Sue graciously accepted the man's hospitality. Unlike all
the others attending the fair, this man and the other men working the
disassembly line wore pants and boots. Their chests however were bare.
The butchering tent had rather poor ventilation. Copious quantities of
sweat dripped from the men's brows. Upon closer inspection Linda Sue
noticed that the little clothing that they wore clung closely to their
bodies from the wetness. Linda Sue admired their guide's buttocks which
were well revealed despite their fabric covering.

"Here it begins. At least for us. I suppose you could also say that here
it ends for the cow." The man had stopped right behind the sliding door
from the ramp. A pair of men were in the process of strapping down a
young cow to a guillotine. Another man stood by at the ready to release
the blade which in short order will separate the young cow's head from
her body. A blood stained trough awaited to carry away her head. As Joey
and Linda Sue passed by the young cow turned her head slightly to look
up at the observers to her last moments. Fear showed in the young cow's
eyes. Joey knelt alongside the entrapped cow and reached over to feel
the quality of her flesh. A pair of breasts that seemed to be much
oversize when compared to the cow's frame, dangled invitingly in front
of Joey. Reaching out with both hands, the tit flesh felt firm and the
nipples were hard. Moving one hand from the cow's high quality tit flesh
to her buttocks, Joey repeated his inspection there. Again, Joey was not
displeased. This cow had been well prepared. Though Joey thought the cow
to be pretty and well shaped, she was just a cow. As if signaling an
invitation, the cow's hairless cunt gapped invitingly. Under different
circumstances if Joey had the opportunity to view the cow not as she
presently was, but as a woman, he would undoubtedly find the woman
attractive. But, as it was she was nothing but a cow, a very delicious
food source.

A warning was shouted and Joey stood back from the guillotine. The cow's
eyes never closed. From a signal from those securing the cow to the
guillotine, the cow's executioner let the blade fall. With a sudden
snapping sound the cow's neck was severed and her pretty head rolled
down the trough. The cow's head had traveled no further than half way
down the trough when another man after having looped a pair of ropes
around each of the cow's ankles, caused the cow to be lifted vertically
above the disassembly line. It was a short journey to the next
processing station.

Joey and Linda Sue's guide continued his narrative at the next
processing station. "Once the heads are off, here they get skinned.
Flaying requires a great deal of skill." Implicating those working at
the skinning station, he continued. "Few are more expert at their job
than is our flaying team. This is all that they do eight hours a day."

Having received the unfortunate cow who had just lost her head, a pair
of men armed with special knives proceeded to cut away the cow's skin.
Starting from the ankles, they made long cuts just deep enough to
separate the skin. In an impressively short time, the pair
simultaneously stripped off the cow's skin. The cow's pink meat was
exposed for all to see.

Linda Sue's interest in the butchering operation was nevertheless
tempered by the smell. Joey seemed not to be bothered by the smell. No
doubt he had long since grown accustomed to bad smells. A low grade
stench filled the air of the tent's interior. As their guide directed
them to the next processing station she found the foul odor's source. At
the gutting station several men, one man per cow, were busy slicing open
the belies of inverted bipedal cows. Once opened, the contents of their
belies were cut away. Large trash cans received the contents.

The guide paused before an inverted cow that had just been washed out.
Joey and Linda sue could see the cow's backbone through the cow's belly
opening. "From here on, all that remains is impalement on a rotisserie
spit. Most cows are processed as you have just seen. Occasionally we do
deviate from the procedure that you have seen here. For example, from
time to time we get requests to leave the head on. Don't miss the
Polynesian style barbecue that the fair has each evening. For this event
a cow with her head on his baked in a shallow trench over hot coals."

At the last station Joey and Linda Sue watched as a spit was forced
through the carcass of a butchered cow. Taking advantage of gravity, the
vertical cow was forced down upon the spit's pointed end. Entering from
the neck, the spit shortly reappeared from the cow's ass. The cow's
limbs were then secured. Finally, both the hands and feet were cut away.
As the pair of onlookers walked out of the butchering tent they noticed
a large trash can filled almost to the top with discarded hands and
feet. Another pair of extremities from an unfortunate formerly human
girl were unceremoniously tossed onto the heap.

Joey still felt sexually aroused. He couldn't wait any longer. On their
way back towards the food tent, Joey and Linda Sue encountered the
communal fuck tent. Sounds of passion could be clearly heard coming from
its inside. Grabbing Linda Sue's right arm Joey directed her into the
fuck tent. "Come on Linda Sue, there's no time like the present."

Smiling, Linda Sue did not resist. Like Joey, she had been sexually
aroused by their encounter with the slaughtering operation. The sight of
all the naked bipedal cows forced to await their conversion to roasts on
a spit had awakened deep dark desires within her. Her vagina had
remained well lubricated throughout the entire tour.

Finding an unoccupied mat, Linda Sue positioned herself on her back.
Already highly aroused, there was no need for foreplay. Invitingly,
Linda Sue lifted and spread apart her legs. Joey's cock was already
hard. Kneeling over Linda Sue's prone body, he momentarily paused as
Linda Sue took hold of his stiff member and guided it to her waiting
sexual opening. She was well lubricated. Linda Sue steadied herself as
Joey quickly thrust himself deep down into Linda Sue. She sighed happily
as she once again felt the wonderful filled feeling that Joey's cock
provided. Tightly grasping the flesh of Joey's heaving buttocks, Linda
Sue joined in on the familiar rhythmic motion of their now joined
bodies.

Though Joey could of kept on going for quite awhile in the good old
missionary position, after awhile Linda Sue wanted to try something
else. "Oh that's good! Turn over, it's my turn to get one top."

With a sudden popping noise, Joey reluctantly slid his prick out of
Linda Sue tight fitting fuck tunnel. Turning over onto his back, Linda
Sue promptly assumed a sitting position across his lap.

Having secured a tight grip onto Joey's skyward bound cock, Linda Sue
wasted no time impaling herself down onto Joey's stiff member. Starting
slowly, Linda Sue gradually increased the tempo of her pounding onto
Joey's cock. Closing her eyes, she imagined Joey's long cock to be an
impaling spit ready to pierce its way all the way through her body. With
Linda Sue's most secret fantasy vividly pictured before her closed eyes,
the period of her impalement on Joey's cock quickened to it fastest rate
and in so doing Linda Sue achieved the crescendo of sexual release that
she so desperately craved. Continuing her movements, Joey came soon
afterwards.

Sexually relieved, feelings of hunger returned with a vengeance to both
Joey and Linda Sue. Returning to the food tent, each them ordered a rump
roast with an attached thigh. The young naked waitress smiled from
behind the counter as she took their orders. Joey couldn't help wonder
how she would taste.

Receiving their orders, medium done portions of thigh and rump well
covered with barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms, Joey and Linda Sue
found a spot to sit at one of the food tent's communal tables. There
they joined several other couples who were already partaking in the
cannibal feast. No utensils were provided. Instead, the use of one's
hands was expected. Picking up the roast of human meat in both hands,
Joey commenced to bite away chucks of the rich tasting meat. Pausing to
wash down the meat with a drink of beer, Joey casually wiped his greasy
hands on his naked chest. No napkins were provided either.

All of the other participants in the cannibal feast, including Linda
Sue, copied Joey's dining behavior. To be not covered with the grease of
formerly human cows was considered to be in extremely bad taste.
Previously accepted notions of civilized decorum were forgotten at the
cannibal fair.


Cannibal 4H Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion

JOEY TWISTED NERVOUSLY in his seat as the Japanese Airlines 747
approached Tokyo’s Narita Airport.  Next to him, gazing out the window
sat Linda Sue.  

“Well, Joey,” she reminded him, “I told you that you were the best
junior human cattle raiser around.  And now, since you’ve won three Blue
Ribbons at the Cannibal 4-H Fair, other people know it too. That’s why
we’re going to Japan, to teach them how we raise human cattle in America
and to learn how they raise their special Waygua cattle.  I’ve been
looking forward to this for a long time.”

Three blue ribbons, mused Joey. It wasn’t all that long ago that Linda
Sue started them on this journey by putting a big smile on Joey’s dad’s
face and relieving a big lump in his pants, all so Joey could enter his
first fair.

And what a Cannibal 4-H Fair that first one was. 
	
Linda Sue had been almost insatiable after she watched the butchering at
the fair. Over the three days the fair lasted she must have dragged Joey
at least a half-dozen times to watch the human cattle slaughtered.
Afterwards  it was straight to the communal fuck tent where a gushing
Linda Sue would mount Joey and ride him for all she was worth.
	
Once Joey’s entry had won the coveted Blue Ribbon for Best of Show,
Linda Sue had even arranged with the local merchant who bought the cow
for them to attend, and help, in the slaughtering.
	
It was a warm morning when Joey’s old pickup rattled to a stop at the
meat market on the edge of town. Uncharacteristically, it was Linda Sue
and not Joey who seemed nervous during the trip.
	
Alighting from the truck, Linda Sue gave a tug to her short, yellow sun
dress causing her breasts to ascend like two mounds of rising dough. If
she tugs a little harder, thought Joey, those tits are going to pop
right out of her dress and Mr. Crenshaw’s eyes are going to pop right
out of their sockets.
	
Standing just a few feet away from Linda Sue was Al Crenshaw, the owner
of Crenshaw Superior Meats and the man who had bought Joey’s human
cattle. A stocky man of about 5’ 10’’ in height whose black hair
speckled with flecks of grey was beginning to recede, he was dressed in
a pair of tan pants and red polo shirt bearing the store’s logo, a
stylized depiction of a young lady presented on a roasting platter.
	
“I’m glad you both could be here,” Mr. Crenshaw told Joey and Linda
Sue.  “Even though you’re both farm kids, I wasn’t too sure about your
assisting today. But after Linda Sue here knew I bought your stock in
the auction, she convinced me to let you help.”
	
“You know Joey,” he laughed, running his eyes up and down Linda Sue.
“Your girlfriend just has quite a nice way of getting a person to do
what she wants.  You keep listening to her and you’re going to go far.”
	
Mr. Crenshaw walked the two young ranchers out to the back where Joey’s
prizewinning cow was waiting in an individual pen.
	
The culmination of months of effort, Joey’s cow seemed to glow with an
even, warm tan.  Her well-developed tits and ass were balanced by the
narrow waist and long legs. Her calves were hard and firm while her
thighs had filled out nicely with what promised to be tender cuts of
meat. Even now she was chewing on a special cud developed at the Geryon
farm, one that would keep her meat lean while enhancing her breasts.
	
“Your cow is used to being handled by the two of you and having you here
will be a big help in keeping her calm before she’s butchered,” he said.
	
“Mr. Crenshaw, where are all the other human cattle, “ asked Linda Sue?
“Even though you did pay top dollar for Joey’s cow, I know you bought at
least two dozen others cows and bulls alike. I really expected to see
them together in a large stockade. You haven’t already butchered them
have you,” she asked rather dejectedly.
	
“Nope. We’re starting with Joey’s cow first  and we’ll get to the others
later. But I have to tell you kids that Crenshaw Superior Meats does
things differently,” he said with a touch or pride. “We don’t believe in
the assembly line approach to butchering any more than Joey used the
assembly line method to raise this cow.”
	
Joey, who couldn’t help noticing that Mr. Crenshaw kept directing most
of his remarks to Linda Sue, was curious enough to ask “What do you mean
differently?”
	
Mr. Crenshaw asked if they remembered how it was at the Cannibal 4-H
fair with all the human cattle being herded from a large pen down a
narrowing ramp into a single line for slaughtering. Both Joey and Linda
Sue nodded yes.
	
“Sure, Mr. Crenshaw” said Linda Sue. “I saw how some of them tried to
climb the fence. I know that the herders had to use cattle prods to get
some of them back into line. I guess I found that sort
of--well--exciting.”
	
“Don’t feel bad Linda Sue.  A lot of young girls get aroused at the fair
and a lot of young men too, right Joey,” he asked with a wink.  “That’s
why we set up the coitus tent.
	
“By the way Linda Sue, I’d like you to do me a favour.”
	
“What’s that,” she asked?
	
“Quit calling me Mr. Crenshaw. I already feel old enough without you
treating me like I was your grandfather. You can call me Al,” he
requested. “That goes for you too, Joey,” he added as an afterthought.
“From now on not I’m not Mr. Crenshaw, I’m Al.
	
“Anyway,” he continued. “Having all those strange cattle penned together
raised the stress level on the animals. Any unnecessary stress hurts the
quality of the meat. Being crowded with animals they don’t know leads
stock to panic. Panic causes them to crash into each other while they
try to get away. Not only does the meat get bruised when the cattle slam
into each other while trying to get away, using the electric prods
darkens and burns both the meat and the leather. 

“ We don’t pen animals together or herd them into a mass slaughtering
line. All our animals are handled on an individual basis, even though it
takes longer. When Crenshaw’s talks about superior meats we mean it.
Calm, happy cattle slaughtered peacefully provide us with the high
calibre of meat that made our reputation.”
	
As they came closer to the holding pen, Joey’s cow came up to the fence.
Joey’s responded by patting his farm’s trademark bun on her head and
slowly talking with her.  “Good girl,” he said. “We’re going to go for a
little walk now. It won’t be far. Come on girl. Let’s go.” 
	
Al opened the pen and asked Linda Sue to get on the other side of the
cow. Now the future feast was flanked on either side by familiar people.
	
“I want you to just walk her over to the chute,” Al instructed. “Once
she’s in, I’ll shut the gate behind her and we can begin the process. If
you both do your job right, she’ll be bled out and ready for butchering
in about ten minutes.”
	
The chute was dark with two gutters each four inches deep along the
sides for the human cattle to move their feet along. Small, dim lights,
like those along theatre aisles ran along the middle of the chute
providing enough light to move ahead but not enough light to see more
than a yard in front. After the stock had passed, small rollers
underneath the floor in each of the gutters would move forward, tilting
the flexible floor enough to encourage the animal to continue moving
ahead.
	
The lights would attract the cow deeper into the chute and help keep her
calm as she moved along the passage. Their positioning on the floor and
the low wattage also meant Joey’s cow would not see either the people or
the machinery awaiting her arrival. 
	
With a serious note in his voice, Al explained what he expected Joey and
Linda Sue to do. “Once she starts walking down the chute the lights in
front will come on in small sections while the lights behind her will
get dimmer until they fade from sight. This will keep her moving forward
until she reaches the bend.
	
“In just a few steps after the bend, she’ll reach the head restraint.
When she does Linda Sue  I want you to reach around and very gently set
her head onto the head bracket. You may have to push her shoulders down
a tad and you’ll have to stretch her neck just a little to place the
headband around her forehead,” Al directed. 
	
“Joey, once Linda Sue has the headband in place, you’ll move the
three-inch pipe so it fits snugly where the back of her neck meets her
shoulders. It will lock automatically. Then quietly lower the final gate
behind her. After that step quickly out of the way and let my people
take over. We want the slaughtering to take place within seconds after
the cow has been placed in the restraint.”
	
By the time Al had finished with the instructions, the group had reached
the chute. Up to this point the cow had come along docilely but she made
a sudden stop and began to look around in a concerned manner, her legs
quivering. Joey knelt next to her and, running his hand up and down her
thighs, spoke to her calmly in a soft, soothing tone. 
	
After a few seconds his hand moved between her legs and up to her
hairless vagina. As his finger rubbed back and forth across her clit her
vaginal lips moistened and opened. The cow’s nipples distended to more
than an inch, aided by some pulling and pinching from Linda Sue who had
joined Joey in giving the cow one last moment of pleasure.  With a deep
low the cow gave an orgasmic shudder and slumped forward. With a little
push Joey started her along her final journey.
	
When the former free human, now human cattle and soon to be someone’s
supper, reached the end of the chute, Linda Sue was ready. Reaching out
with both hands she grasped the cow’s head and set it softly onto the
restraint. While one hand kept the cow’s head in place, the other
reached up and pulled the headband down.  With an easy, almost
practiced, motion Linda Sue attached the headband and pulled down
slightly on a nearby cord. This raised the cow’s head up and back until
her chin was pointing up at a 60-degree angle and her throat was taut
and fully exposed. 
	
While this was going on Joey put the pipe in place, lowered the final
gate and, after a last swift caress of the cow’s hanging breasts,
stepped back. Afterwards he swore he saw a single tear roll out the big
brown eye closest to him.
	
A small man dressed only in a butcher’s apron strode briskly forward
from the shadows behind Linda Sue. In his hand was a thin, black knife.
With one economical stroke he made a cut just under the jawbone and
across the entire throat. So sharp was the black knife that it severed
the internal and external carotid arteries without any pressure on the
part of its wielder.
	
The cut remained open as blood gushed out of the cow and onto the floor
below.  Overhead sprinklers went on, gently washing the blood down into
a metal grid-topped drain which carried it away. In the span of two
seconds the cow’s eyes rolled upward into her head and her entire body
went slack. After about four more seconds had passed, the butcher used
the cord to release the tension on the headband and bring the cow’s head
forward.
	
“Well,” said Al. “That’s all there is.  In about another minute or so
we’ll be sure she’s dead and we’ll move her to the dismembering line. 
The crew will hoist her up by her feet and let the rest of her blood
drain out. They massage her from the top down to help with the draining
process. Then she’ll be marked, graded and butchered into parts. By this
time tomorrow she’ll be gracing some of the finest dinner tables in the
county.  
	
“You did a hell of a job raising this one Joey. I’d like you to think
about entering into an exclusive contract with us. We’d be glad to
sponsor you for the fair each year. But, in exchange, we’d get right of
first refusal on all your human cattle.”
	
Al turned to Linda Sue whose eyes were glazed and whose breathing was
quickening. He noticed a large damp spot on Linda Sue’s sun dress just
below the waist.  Although it didn’t seem possible, Linda Sue’s nipples
were even more distended than the cow’s nipples had been just before
slaughtering. Joey noticed the same thing and wondered if Linda Sue had
been sneaking portions of the special feed the Geryon farm used to
promote breast growth.
	
“I suppose you two would like to spend some time alone now,” Al
remarked. “I’ve got a room for just that purpose you can use. But Linda
Sue, I have to say I was impressed by the way you handled yourself,
almost like a pro. If you’re ever interested, I might have something for
you here at Crenshaw’s Superior Meats, either a job or some other
position.”
	
“Thanks Al,” replied Linda Sue smiling. “I have to tell you I cheated
just a little. Once you said we could help with this slaughter ---well I
didn’t want to embarrass myself by being clumsy so I persuaded your
butcher Carl to let me rehearse before today.” As Al shook his head,
Linda Sue took Joey’s hand and walked over to open the door to the
shop’s special room.
	
Once inside, Linda Sue wasted no time. As Joey got out of his overalls,
she shucked her sun dress over her head. Joey stared at her breasts
which looked to be at least  a size larger than he remembered. Before he
could ask about the feed, Linda Sue had fallen to her hands and knees on
the mattress.
	
While fluids dripped from her fluttering pussy lips,  puddling on the
mattress below, Linda Sue took charge.  “Take me from behind, Joey,” she
commanded. Joey was only too happy to comply. His prick was rock hard,
both from watching the slaughter and from Linda Sue’s wanton behaviour. 
Using his feet he kicked her legs wider. Reaching down with his right
hand he scooped up some of her juice from the mattress and smeared it
over his rampant member. With his left hand he spread her lips even
wider until she grunted in pain. Just as he moved forward to enter her
vagina,  Linda Sue reached a hand back to stop him.
	
“Not there,” she told Joey. “Not today.” Joey was confused. If she
didn’t want to fuck why was she in this position and what did she want
to do? Then, as Linda Sue reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass
apart, Joey realized what Linda Sue really wanted. Linda Sue wanted to
pretend to be human cattle. She wanted to envision his dick as a
roasting skewer.
	
With no pretence at gentleness, Joey leapt forward and, in one quick and
decisive stroke, sheathed his cock deep into Linda Sue’s bowels. “Oh
Joey,” she cried out her voice catching. “Oh yes, oh yes, deeper Joey
deeper. Impale me, oh god yes, impale meeee.”
	
Joey relentlessly pounded Linda Sue’s nether region. Now Linda Sue was
just grunting and moaning. Joey thought he could hear her saying
something about turning and browning but he was lost to the overwhelming
sensations that came with exploring the previously forbidden secrets of
Linda Sue’s ass. Suddenly he felt Linda Sue stiffen.  His eardrum nearly
shattered by the loud howl issuing from her mouth as, at the same time, 
her anal ring clamped tight around his cock, milking it of all the sperm
he had to offer.
	
While they dressed, Joey regarded Linda Sue in a new way. Previously
when visions of his girlfriend turning a golden brown on a rotating spit
had occurred, he pushed them out of his mind as perverted. He had told
himself that he was just projecting when he thought Linda Sue was
exhibiting signs of “cowlike” behaviour. Now Joey was sure that Linda
Sue fantasized about roasting over a roaring flame. The question was how
far did she want to take her fantasy?

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
I‘d 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 see a human voluntarily take a step toward
becoming bipedal cattle, even a conversion had to be in awe of that.
	
By the time Joey returned, Linda Sue had hosed down Valerie, taken a
shower herself and redressed.  Valerie’s flaxen mane was now shorn and
styled into the familiar bun. The waist halter was back in place. 
	
Linda Sue had no intention of telling Joey what had happened in the
tank, calculating that he would never find out. After all, she had been
shaving off all her public hair for over two years.  Joey wouldn’t
notice the lack of stubble. Now at least, she could stop with all the
bikini waxes and other tonsorial tortures she’d been putting herself
through to remain smooth.
	
They took cow 701 out of the prep room and through the barn.  Although
she didn’t know it, cow 701 was getting her last glimpse of natural
light until the Cannibal 4-H Fair began.
	
Entering the veal pen was a two-step procedure. First the trio passed
though a door into what Joey called the ready room. The room was
designed to allow a person’s eyes to adjust to the lighting that was
used inside the pen.  
	
The walls and ceiling of the room were painted in a dark, undeterminable
colour. Opening the door automatically caused dim overhead lights to
come on. Halfway down the length of the room a curtain composed of heavy
strips of thick black vinyl descended from the ceiling to the floor. 
While easy enough to push through, the individual strips formed an
overlapping opaque barrier which blocked the light from the open door.
	
On the other side of the curtain there was a second door which lead
directly into the veal pen.  Above the door was a small sign which read
“Welcome To Ragnarok,” placed there as a joke by Hela, one of the few
women beside Linda Sue who worked on the farm as a hand. A small bench
was located on the wall to one side of the door, restraining rings and
rods mounted on the other. 
	
Joey fastened 701’s halter to one of the rings then reached for a switch
next to the door. A push of a button turned the insufficient white
lights of the room to an even dimmer red. The ready room was now
illuminated in the same manner as the pen. Once his vision was able to
pick out the room’s detail, Joey got up and removed the halter from cow
701, hanging it on the wall. Opening the Ragnarok door, he herded 701
through as Linda Sue trailed behind.
	
The room was quite small, not even 20 foot by 20 foot. It contained some
storage cabinets and shelves,  a sink, a small shower without a curtain
and a veal cage.
	
The veal cage measured 42 inches high, 36 inches wide and 60 inches
deep. It was made of smooth oak slats.  It sat in the middle of the pen
on a concrete floor. The door to the cage lifted up and was held open by
pegs. Inside the cage a  small pad covered a quarter of the floor. A
portion of the floor was without slats. Here, a hole had been placed in
the concrete to allow 701 to relieve herself.   A small round spigot
attached to the cage’s sidewall.
	
When 701 was thirsty, she could drink from the spigot. Centred at the
end of the spigot was a small plastic rod. The spigot was activated by
placing it in the mouth and pushing the rod into the spigot with the
tongue. This moved a ball valve back enough to allow a water flow for as
long as the tongue held the spigot back. The water was stored in a
reservoir mounted below the level of the spigot. This would cause the
animal have to suck the water from the container. Once 701 stopped
sucking, the law of gravity would ensure that the water would stop
flowing.
	
Feeding would take place outside the cage. Prior to being given a meal,
the cow would be washed, either in the shower or with a hose running
from the shower and the cage would be cleaned. Once every other day she
would receive a clean cage pad. Other than the cleaning and feeding, 701
would have no opportunity for exercise. She would spend the rest of here
time on the farm in the cramped confines of the cage.
	
Used to the relatively open space of a stall, 701 balked at entering the
cage. Joey had to make firm use of the herding staff to shepherd the
bipedal cow into her new residence. It was a tight fit, just as it had
been designed to be. Once inside, the former neighbour girl was clearly
having difficulty in finding a comfortable position.  The height of the
cage was inadequate for her to stand in. There was just barely enough
room to lay down. Feeling parched after her ordeal, she settled for
kneeling in front of the spigot, and taking a drink of water. 
	
Joey watched with some fascination as the cow’s cheeks reached inward to
each other. If Linda Sue wasn’t here I’d give this girl her feeding, he
thought.  Then I’d see just how much Jim was exaggerating. Although, by
the way the level in the jug is going down and the fact that there’s no
water dripping from her chin, I think the chances are pretty good that
he might even have been understating her prowess.
	
Leaving 701 to get used to her new home, Joey escorted Linda Sue from
the veal pen. As they exited the barn, Joey asked Linda Sue if she’d
like to have dinner and maybe go for a walk afterwards only to have his
girlfriend decline.
	
“It’s been a long day for me Joey and I’m really tired. Don’t take this
as anything personal but all I want to do is go home and crawl between
some nice smooth sheets on top of a firm mattress.”
	
“What a coincidence. That’s just what I had in mind.”
	
“Joseph Geryon, I know better than that. The sheets weren't only the
things you had in mind to crawl between; my thighs were going to be
next. Joey, I wasn’t kidding when I said I was tired. I don’t even think
I’ve got the strength to take a bath before I go to bed.”
	
Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Linda Sue opened the door of her car. “I
promise I’ll be more receptive tomorrow after I get some sleep.” 	
	
Joey furrowed his brow in puzzlement as the motorcar left the yard. 
Usually, after a day on the farm,  Linda Sue was as horny as a maiden
aunt at a bachelorette party   She must really be exhausted if she’s too
tired to want to shag. 
	
With the sound of Linda Sue’s horn honk echoing in the distance, Joey
retraced his steps to the barn. There was still time to give cow 701 her
first feeding before he called it a night.

Cannibal 4H Chapter Five: A Brother Visits by Eurytion

SEVERAL WEEKS HAD GONE BY since 701’s arrival when a familiar yellow
truck pulled into the farm’s loading dock causing Joey a great deal of
apprehension. Behind the wheel of the truck was his friend Billy, former
brother to cow 701. Joey had only seen Billy once since Valerie had been
assigned to him at the fair. It wasn’t that pleasant of a memory.  
	
Billy walked around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate.
He waved to Joey and began to unload bags of grain onto the dock. 
Steeling himself, Joey approached the dock. Billy seemed friendly enough
now but that might not mean anything. The last time they had talked
Billy was more than pissed off that Joey hadn’t come up with a way to
save his sister from becoming a conversion.
	
“Need any help with that, Billy?”
	
“Nope. I think I can get it alright. But thanks for asking.” Joey could
smell the ale on Billy’s breath.
	
“Not a problem. If you need anything else just let me know.” No sooner
had Joey said these words then he began kicking himself mentally. Jesus,
you take your friend’s sister, turn her into a cow to be slaughtered and
eaten, tell him you can’t help get her back to human status and then,
the very next time you see him, say ‘If you need anything just let me
know. You really are a dickhead.
	
“If you’ve got a few minutes after I get done unloading I really need to
talk with you.”
	
“Sure, Billy.  I’ll be by the feedlot. Come on over when you’re
through.”
	
Joey’s sense of uneasiness grew with every bag Billy unloaded. He
remember their last talk, just after Valerie had been dropped of at
McCain’s. 
	
“Damn it, Joey. You’re my friend, maybe my best friend. She’s my sister.
You’ve got to help me get her back. There’s got to be something we can
do.”
	
“Look, there isn’t. Don’t you think if there was I would have done it. 
Valerie lost her identification badge. Under the fair rules that made
her fair game. Your folks knew that when they signed the permission slip
for her to attend. No badge and you’re meat. I didn’t make the rules.”
	
“No, but you sure as hell did take advantage of them to snatch up the
chance to claim her.”
	
“Damn it Billy, what was I supposed to do? Al Crenshaw said if I didn’t
claim her he was going to have her butchered right there. This way your
folks at least got to say goodbye to her.”
	
“Oh, yeah. That was great. They got to say goodbye while she was
standing in a byre and had a tag through her ear.  A real Kodak moment,
something to put in the family album. 

“Don’t you remember from English class ‘If it were done when ‘tis done,
then ‘twere well it was done quickly.’ We’d all have been better off if
you’d just have let them eat her at the fair. Then this would be over
with and we could get on with our lives. You’re my friend. I expected
better from you.”
	
The sound of a tailgate clanging shut made Joey flinch. Striding toward
him with a serious look on his face, Billy was brushing his hands
against each other to get off the chaff from the bags. To Joey it looked
like the hands were squeezing on an imaginary throat.
	
Before Joey could say anything, Billy held up one hand, palm facing
upright and forward.
	
“Joey, we’ve been friends since we were five. I can’t count the number
of scrapes we’ve been in together. Jeeze, I still remember that time I
fell out of the tree and broke my leg. You carried me on your back
through the woods for almost a mile until we reached the road. I owe you
an apology. More than an apology really.
	
“It wasn’t easy just after --- well you know when --- and I said a lot
of things then that I really didn’t mean.  We were all in shock about
the conversion. Sure, you sign the forms to get into the fair and you
know the rules but you never expect anyone you know to become human
cattle, let alone a member of the family.  Mom & Dad had some fights
about whose fault it was letting Val go in the first place and then who
it was that let her go by herself. I felt rotten because I wasn’t
there. 	 Kept telling myself that I would have kept an eye on her and
made sure she didn’t lose the badge.
	
“The truth is that shit does happen. And sometimes it happens to people
that you love. I know that Valerie is gone. She’s been converted and
what’s there in her place is just another human cattle, a bipedal cow.
Like I said, it wasn’t easy coming to grips with this. I even went to a
shrink for a couple of grief counselling sessions on how to handle all
of this crap.  Me at a shrink’s office. I thought that was only for
wankers and whiners. 
	
“Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I don’t blame you. It wasn’t your
fault. Mr. Crenshaw told me you didn’t want to claim her. You did what
you could. Val’s the one who let her badge go astray. You didn’t sneak
up and take it from her. After that Val was a maverick, not a free
human. I don’t blame you for claiming her. I really don’t. Friends or
not, I’d have done the same thing in a minute if Linda Sue had lost her
badge.
	
“Hell,  remember when we were about 14. We used to camp out back in the
west meadow at my place. At night while we choked the chicken, we’d talk
about which of our classmates we’d like to see shoved on a spit. It was
always Alice Kipfer and Linda Sue. You couldn’t find a spit strong
enough to hold Alice these days. We’d have to treble-hook her to hang
her in the smoker. Linda Sue though ... I remember wrestling you to see
who got first dibs on Linda Sue’s knockers. I still say you cheated.
Anyway, I’m sorry for what I said.” Billy held out his hand to Joey in
friendship who took it.
	
Their day’s work done and several six-packs later,  the two reunited
mates were sitting on the dock in the loading bay wasting time. 
	
“Billy, I don’t want to pick at a healing scab but how are your parents
doing? Are they ok?”
	
“Like I said, it was tough but they’re tough people. They’re getting
better with it. They don’t fight about it anymore. They’ve been with me
to the grief counsellor and that’s helped all of us. Something else that
helped was your returning the cameo. That was my great-grandmother’s and
it’s been in the family for years. My mom knew I was coming over and she
wanted me to thank you for her. 
	
“Your dad was good about all this too. With that extra money for the
crops and all. He didn’t have to do that. But it does help with things.”
Billy took another swallow of beer then crumpled the empty can and
tossed it aside.
	
“Joey, I came over here today to do two things beside deliver your
grain.  One was to ask pardon for my behaviour and the other --- well
the other was to ask to see your new cow.”
	
Again, before Joey could say anything, Billy held up his hand. “I know
what you’re thinking right now. I don’t blame you. But the grief
counsellor says we need closure and that one way of getting it is to see
the cow for ourselves. Look, I’m not using her old name because that
person is gone. I’d use her number if I knew it.”
	
“701, you’re talking about cow 701.”
	
“Thanks. 701 it is then. I need to do this Joey. I need to see 701 as
the cow she is, not as the person she once was.  I’m not going to get
all weirded out on you. But this is something I need to do and I’m
asking you as a friend to let me do it.”
	
“Are you sure you’re up to this? This is some serious stuff we’re
talking about here.”
	
“The shrink says I need to do it and I think he’s right. I’m as ready as
I’m ever going to be.”
	
“Then let’s do it. You can wait in the ready room while I get her
cleaned up and then...”
	
“Nope. That’s no good.  I want to see cow number 701 just the way she
is. If she’s covered in her own crap and stinks to high heaven, that’s
good. If I could see her with a mouth full of hay, chewing away
contentedly on her cud that’d be better yet.  She’s an animal, she’s
bipedal cattle, she’s a feast on two feet. That’s what I need to see.
Hell, that’s what I want to see. I can’t deal with the idea that this is
happening to my sister. I have to know that its happening to a cow.”
	
Joey opened the Ragnarok door and Billy stepped resolutely inside the
veal pen. He took a moment to familiarize himself with the room’s layout
and then picked up a herding staff.  Striding over to the cage, he
lifted the gate, inserting the pegs to hold it open. Cow 701 crawled out
of her confinement.
	
Guiding 701 to the shower with the herding staff, Billy took a moment to
examine the animal before him. It looks like Val, he thought. But it’s
not. Just keep remembering that this cow isn’t Val and you’ll be fine.
After checking the temperature of the water, Billy began to rise the cow
off. His hands roamed over her body, at first businesslike, then with
increasing carnality.  Shutting off the water, he cupped the young cow’s
clean breasts in the palms of his hands and began to squeeze and massage
their tiny surface. His own personal staff began to rise.
	
Moving 701 out of the shower, Billy vigorously applied a towel to her
skin. At times his fingers slipped from the towel’s surface to outline a
rib or the swell of the small tits. The juvenile cow seemed to enjoy the
attention, pressing herself back against Billy’s hands, her tongue
slipping occasionally from an o-shaped mouth.
	
Billy paid special attention to the cow’s legs, kneading her thighs
until the animal winced. He was particularly entranced with her
vaccination scar which looked like a pressed flower.  Using the herding
staff, Billy encouraged the cow to spread her legs wide, but other than
the briefest touch, left her genitals unstroked. After 701 turned around
he lingered over her buttocks,  at one point resting his cheek briefly
on her cheeks.
	
When the cow was thoroughly dry, Billy left her with Joey and went to
the storage racks at the side of the pen. There he took a large bucket
made of galvanized tin of the shelf. The bucket had a rubber appendage
sticking through on one side. This was the bucket’s teat through which
the cow would suck her liquid nourishment.
	
Measuring the powered mix carefully, Billy spoke to Joey for the first
time. “That’s a fine cow you’ve got there Joey. I think you’ve got
another blue ribbon sown up for sure.” His voice was even and calm. But
the front of his pants stood almost straight out from his body, a
spreading wet stain at the farthest point belying his seeming control.
	
Billy brought the bucket over to 701, who immediately knelt down in
front of him. This was, after all, part of the usual feeding routine.
Her hands reached up to Billy as though in supplication. Startled, Billy
took a step backwards.
	
“Billy, It’s ok man. That bucket of formula isn’t the only nourishment
that cow wants from you. She’s just trying to show it.”
	
Trembling slightly, Billy stepped forward again. Like an automaton his
hands moved of their own volition to unbuckle his belt. To the
companionship of a sound like a scale being played on a zither, his
zipper was lowered, the sides of his fly parting like the Red Sea. Out
poked a hard cock encased in white cotton made almost translucent by his
leaking precum. His shorts were almost torn in his haste to free his
tumescent member from its captivity. 
	
Then cow 701 leaned forward, her ovaled lips passing over the
helmet-like head of her former brother’s cock,  compressing its flesh as
they progressed back and forth across the stiff ridges. Billy began to
moan. Her lips sealed around his dick like an o-ring. Her tongue danced
a tarantella of delight around his prick’s perimeter. Each stoke of her
warm silky mouth squeezed Billy as though he was a tube of toothpaste
with one last brush worth inside. Billy’s legs began to shake. The young
heifer increased the force of her suction. Billy could feel the sides of
her cheeks rubbing along the sides of his prick.
	
Billy’s knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Her contact with his
penis temporarily broken, cow 701 followed him to the concrete, twisting
her body around in the process.  Looking up Billy saw her legs looming
over his head and falling fast. In self-defense he put up a hand but
that only succeeded in spreading her thighs apart. 701 landed on the
floor with a thud, her knees bookending Billy’s head.
	
As the cow returned to her assault on Billy’s cock, Billy reached up
with both hands to her ass and mashed the girl’s cunt onto his face. His
nose rubbed fiercely against the top of her triangle, his lips pressing
against hers while his tongue wiggled its slippery way toward an entry
into her pussy. She tastes delicious, he thought, spicy and clean. All
those times she’d walk in on me in the bathroom at home, or when she’d
prance bare-assed past me in the hall,this is what I should have done. I
don’t care if she was my sister, or is my sister or if she’s a cow. It
doesn’t matter now.  I just want to come.
	
And come he did. Billy thought he could have filled the bucket with the
sperm this cow was coaxing from his cock. He expected his balls to be
shrivelled down to the size of two early spring peas from the vigorous
vacuuming cow 701 had given them. Certainly the cow’s face would be
covered with his cock cream, a result of the copious spending he just
enjoyed.
	
As 701 lifted herself off his body, Billy was surprised to see no traces
of sperm on her face. I’ll be damned. The little heifer swallowed it
all, every last drop. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey, a
stiff cock grasped in his rapidly moving hand. 701 moved quickly over to
Joey and, again knelling in front of him, stuck her tongue out as far as
it would go. Joey stopped masturbating and placed his dick on the flat
of the young girl’s tongue. 
	
Sitting up, Billy watched in disbelief as her tongue curled up at the
edges, wrapping Joey’s dick in an oral blanket, like a hot dog in a bun.
She pulled Joey deep into her mouth and began to replicate her majestic
ministrations with much the same results. Because this was far from his
first time, Joey was able to keep his balance and remain upright to the
finish.
	
After 701’s went for the formula bucket with all the ardour she showed
for male genitalia, Joey and Billy put her back in the cage and went
outside for a couple more stubies. Walking out to the truck with Billy,
Joey talked about the evening’s activities.
	
Billy assured Joey that, as far as he was concerned, that was a cow in
the veal pen, not his sister and, even if she was his sister it was
worth converting her just to get blow-jobs like the one he’d enjoyed.
Joey told Billy he was welcome to help with the feeding anytime he
wanted. Then he asked Billy the question that had been on his mind since
their afternoon conversation.
	
“You said that the shrink said seeing cow 701 was one way to bring
closure. But your folks haven’t come here yet. Are they doing to do that
or are they going to do something else?”
	
Billy was silent for nearly a minute. “Man, I thought they should come.
But the shrink says there’s more than one way to skin a cow if you’ll
pardon the sick pun. Mom and Dad have decided to do it a different way.”
	
It was Joey’s turn to be silent as he waited for his friend to continue.
“Basically, what I did tonight is really only the first piece in getting
closure. Because my folks saw their daughter in a stall with a tag in
her ear, they can skip this part.  There’s really only two more things
we have to do.”
	
“And those are?”
	
“We have to be there when they butcher her and then we have to eat her.”

Cannibal 4H Chapter Six: Evaluations and Judgments by Eurytion
	
LINDA SUE CAST A CRITICAL EYE over her nude reflection in the fitting
room mirror. Well, she thought to herself, there’s no question I’m not a
classical beauty. My face, even with makeup, is too plain for that. I
may be stocky but I’m not Rubenesque.  I guess I’m just that good ole’
well scrubbed, apple-cheeked home-spun farm girl everyone talks about.
	
She had ventured into town to buy a new outfit at Fripperies for the
time-honoured Cannibal Cotillion, traditionally held on the last night
of the fair after all the awards had been announced and bestowed. Unlike
the fair itself, where visitors never wore clothing, the ball allowed
the ladies to parade in their finest outfits. Linda Sue was determined,
if not to shine, at least to not be embarrassed.
	
Ignoring the several outfits hanging on the wall, none of which met her
needs, she continued her self-examination.  Her  auburn hair was shot
full of natural curls which flipped up from her brow and, falling below
a mini-bun which hinted at the farm’s trademark hairdo on the back of
her head, cascaded down until they reached her shoulders. 
	
Even under the best of circumstances my hair could only be described as
“unruly” and working on a human cattle ranch never provided the best of
circumstances. It’s a good thing I’ve got an appointment at Stacie’s to
have my hair done. I couldn’t go to the dance with this mare’s nest
sitting on my head. Maybe I’ll even get a full bun, like one of the
farm’s cows. That would certainly surprise Joey.
	
Linda Sue’s russet ringlets framed a pleasant face; thin when presented
in profile, more rounded when viewed from the front. Her eyebrows were a
dark black; her eyes shaded by long, thick lashes. The colour of her
cheeks did resemble the skin of ripe Snow apples, smooth ivory domes
interspaced with irregular soft pink areas. Full, maroon lips sat above
a small cleft chin. As she smiled she could see her even white teeth
grinning back at her. A thin gold necklace hung around her neck, a
present from Joey after he won his first blue ribbon.
	
At 5’ 5” inches and 138 pounds, Linda Sue was solid without being stout.
Her hips were a little wider than she would have liked, but even the
strenuous chores at the ranch hadn’t been able to take an inch of her
waist. Sometimes there was just no fighting genetics. Maybe she should
start eating just a little of the special fodder the farm used to lean
out their stock’s meat. It was worth thinking about.
	
She sighed as her hands reached down to cup the underside of her
breasts, lifting them off her chest.  Three years ago her bra size had
been 32 C. Today, thanks to Joey’s dad, it was 36 D. 	

Mr. Geryon had required her to take the supplement the farm used to
increase breast size as part of the original deal that allowed Joey to
raise his first human cattle. Once she’d started snacking on the bars
she’d become hooked. Not only had the size of her tits increased, they
had become much more sensitive. Sometimes all it took was the feel of
teeth clamping down on her nipple to get her off. 
	
She wondered what might have happened if she hadn’t been afraid of
needles and had allowed Joey’s dad to give her the monthly injections. 
It was probably just as well she hadn’t. Most of the stock only received
the injections for a year. Three years worth of injections coupled with
the supplement most likely would have required her to use a wheelbarrow
to haul her milkers around in.
	
Turning in a small circle, she clenched and unclenched her buttocks.
Although her waist was a little wider than she liked, there was no
denying the fact she wasn’t a fat ass. This butt was nicely rounded and
firm but not hard. It sat  nicely on a well proportioned pair of shapely
legs.  If I was stock, I’d grade out well at the fair she thought.
Definitely a “whole roaster.”
	
In the aftermath of one of their “negotiations” Linda Sue had, in fact,
asked Al Crenshaw, the owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats, how she might
do in a competition. Raising himself up on one elbow and throwing back
the sheet covering Linda Sue’s body,  Al’s demeanour turned from
passionate to professional.
	
“I couldn’t give you any final determination until I saw your carcass.
That’s really the only way I could judge your meat. We check for
marbling; colour and brightness; firmness and texture; the colour of the
fat, lustre and quality. You’d be marked down for any damage done during
the slaughtering such as muscle bleeding; muscle edema; inflammation of
the muscle or fat infiltration; external wounds or missing parts. That’s
what we look for when we grade meat at the store.
	
“Now if you were up for sale at the auction, I’d use different
standards, at least about whether or not to bid on you.” He reached down
to pinch her side just above the waist. “Your body/fat ratio seems to be
acceptable. I can certainly vouch for the firmness of your meat. How
tender it might be I’m not sure.” Al’s hand continued to prod at Linda
Sue’s body.  “Your legs would make nice round steaks and you’ve got an
excellent rump roast in you. Good development in the shoulders so we’d
get decent chuck roast from there. 
	
“Your breasts are still a little smaller than we’d like so we might sell
part of those as brisket and save the nipples for shish-kebab. 
Depending on how we decided to carve you, we’d get a good number of
slabs of ribs, maybe some short ribs, possibly even some rib steaks.
	
“Those calves would yield some high quality steaks and we’d get several
pounds of stew meat from your arms. Overall, I’d guess you were above
select, maybe in the mid-range of choice. I’d put you near the top of my
second tier when it comes to bidding. You’d barbecue nicely. I’m not
sure if I’d sell you as an whole roaster though. I think my best bet
would be to dismember you and sell the individual cuts.”
	
Sensing that Linda Sue had turned colder with this pronouncement, Al
sought to backtrack. “Hey, that’s a pretty good rating. Remember, you’re
not a human cattle. You haven’t been bred and raised to be somebody’s
Sunday dinner. You haven’t had any of the care and attention they get,
no special foods, no designed exercise program. Most of the women I know
would grade out as select or lower and if I did bid on them, I’d have to
send them to Joey’s for finishing. I could slaughter and sell you
tomorrow.”
	
Slightly mollified, Linda Sue let her head slide down Al’s chest and
stomach until his public hair scratched against her cheek. Like an
adder, her tongue flicked quickly from her mouth to strike at the
leaking tip of his cock. Her thighs were slick from her crotch midway to
her knees due to the lubrication she had produced while Al was giving
his pronouncement.  Her last thought before resuming their carnal play
was of the work that still faced her. Linda Sue would be satisfied with
nothing less than a prime rating. The second tier wasn’t for her.
	
Linda Sue was shaken from her revery by a soft knock on the fitting room
door.  Startled, she pulled a pair of panties up over a hairless pussy
made moist by her recollections.
	
“Is everything ok in there,” asked a salesgirl? “I thought I heard you
groan. Do you need any help?” For a second, Linda Sue considered her
response. If Sallie had been on duty she would have asked her in. The
rumour around town was that young Sallie would help a girl out with more
than just a fitting. Lord knows that I could use some release, she
thought. Pushing her sexual needs aside for the moment, Linda Sue
responded “I’m fine. Thanks. Just can’t seem to find the right outfit.
Could you bring me that strapless emerald dress again? It think they’re
still holding it at the counter.”
	
While she waited for the salesgirl to return with the frock, Linda Sue
surveyed her surroundings. That’s odd, she mused, this dressing room is
about the same size as the veal cage would be if you stood it up on its
end. Suddenly the door to the tiny enclosure opened and a hand thrust
itself in.
	
Startled by the hand reaching in toward her, cow 701 bumped her head on
the top of the cage. Although her sense of time had almost completely
disappeared, a result of the never-ending twilight in which she now
lived, she retained enough cognizance to realize her full stomach meant
it wasn’t time for her feeding. And meals, along with her bath, were the
only reasons she ever left the cage.
	
Fully responsive to Joey’s system of hand signals, the human cattle
entered the less confined space of the veal pen. There she should stood
waiting uncertainly for what might happen next.
	
Her master indicated she should squat. She did.  In the room with him
was an older gentleman holding a herding rod. The still human recesses
of her mind identified the man as Mr. Geryon, Joey’s father but her cow
mind pushed this thought away. To 701, this was another herder who she
must obey.
	
The older man approached and, as he did, the young cow routinely reached
out her hands towards the upper joining of his legs to his waist only to
have the staff move her arms back to her side.  The herder walked slowly
around to the crouching cow. Reaching into his back pocket he took out
an object and placed it on 701’s head. It was a pair of goggles with
dark almost opaque red lenses. This was something new, the cow thought,
wondering what it meant.
	
After fitting the goggles in place, Mr. Geryon nodded to his son who
walked to the wall and turned a switch. Slowly to allow for human eyes
to adjust, the faint rubicund light was replaced by a bright white
illumination, revealing for the first time since it began to be used for
its intended purpose, the room in its natural colours.
	
Both Joey and his dad examined the squatting animal.  Her skin, a pale
white when she had arrived at the ranch, was almost translucent. Her
hair had faded from its original straw blonde to a nearly pure white, a
side-effect of the special liquid diet. If, at this moment, she was
unfettered and set loose on the street the former neighbour girl would
be mistaken for an albino. Only the colour of her green eyes remained
unchanged. 
	
Joey gave the hand signal for the girl to stand. As she rose, both the
ranchers observed her muscle tone. Again the special feeding regimen had
done its job. While still visible, her body’s definition had softened
like an inexpensive plastic doll left out in the hot sun. Her arms and
legs were fuller yet  less sculpted; more rounded with just a hint of
sag. Joey indicated that the cow should walk to the scale. A glance at
the chart after weighing showed that 701 had put on 13 pounds during her
stay, most of it distributed to her legs and buttocks.
	
After she had stepped off of the scale, Mr. Geryon took the bipedal
cattle’s head in his hands. A tender application of pressure at the
point where the jaw met the skull induced the girl to open her mouth.
Joey’s dad tilted her head back and, placing a finger inside of her
mouth, attempted to press on her gums.
	
701’s first reaction to this invasion of her oral cavity was a natural
one, to suck. She had been conditioned to suck on anything put into her
mouth, be it the feeding bucket teat, a man’s cock or even a woman’s
tit.  She was surprised then to receive a sharp rap on the nose. Another
squeeze of her jaws reopened her mouth. Again a finger was inserted but
this time the cow remained still as the digit pushed firmly against both
the upper and lower surfaces. The pallid gums became even paler, showing
almost no trace of pink where the finger had been. Joey’s dad smiled at
this sign of anemia. Joey had been right. There would be no need to
bleed this cow before the fair.
	
His examination over, Joey’s dad stepped back behind the cow. A nudge of
the staff told 701 that this herder wanted her to bend over while a
second indicated that she should spread her legs. Mr. Geryon was
beginning to undo the huge silver buckle on his belt when Joey spoke
out.
	
“Wait a minute Dad. If you’re planning on taking this cow, please don’t.
At least not like that.”
	
The old rancher turned to look at his son, incredulity on his face.
Before he had a chance to say anything Joey continued to talk.
	
“If you want some of the best head you’ll ever have, that’s great. But
this cow is still a virgin and that’s the way she has to stay. Other
than her mouth, she’s never had a cock enter her body.  Mr. Crenshaw
told me that veal from virgin cattle is highly prized and will bring us
a better price.  And you can’t fuck her in the ass because of the liquid
diet.  A penis as big and long as yours would tear her a new asshole, so
to speak. She needs to keep control of her bowels otherwise this liquid
diet would just pour out as fast as she took it in.”
	
Joey’s dad nodded and then, for the first time since entering the veal
pen, spoke.
	
“You know Joey, when Linda Sue came to me three years ago and suggested
I let you start running your own herd --- well, I thought she was doing
it because she was your girlfriend and not because you could really do
the job. You’re a good boy and I love you. But you’ve always been a bit
disinterested and lackadaisical. Instead of doing your chores you’d be
off in the woods with Billy building a fort. I never really felt you
wanted to run the farm. It took a lot of hard work by Linda Sue to
convince me you had what it takes.
	
“Sometimes a father is too close to his son to see what’s really there.
I was wrong and Linda Sue was right. These past three years you’ve
matured in more ways than I can mention. You’ve learned the business and
learned it well, not only how to raise cattle but the financial end too.
	
“More importantly, you’ve got the mental toughness needed to run a
successful cattle ranch. Al told me you had a rough time deciding to
claim Valerie at the fair. I understand why. A friend’s sister, someone
you knew well and then the fact that she had that schoolgirl crush on
you. It wasn’t easy to put the farm before sentiment or friendship.  
	
“Your mom probably never told you this.  I know I never have.  But I had
to make a similar decision.  Only in my case, she wasn’t just an
acquaintance.  She was my girlfriend and I might even have asked her to
marry me.  But she got into some trouble at home and her folks made the
decision to sell her as human cattle.  Your grandfather sent me to the
auction to bid on her.  Left it up to me whether or not to make the
purchase.  It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make.  
The farm wasn’t doing as well as it is today.  We needed a breeder and I
knew that Marie sure had the hips for it.   I bought Marie and had her
converted. She was the start of our Coleman line of human cattle.  If I
hadn’t done what I did, well who knows if there would even be a Geryon
farm today.
	
“You made the right decision about buying this cow. But that didn’t tell
me enough. I knew this cow hadn’t been touched and I knew why she hadn’t
been touched. What I wanted to see was whether or not you’d stop me from
spoiling this project.  I needed to know whether or not you’d stand up
to your old man for the sake of your project and the farm.  You did and
I’m proud of you for it.
	
“Joey, I’m going to tell you something now that I was going to save
until after the fair. I don’t want you to tell Linda Sue what I’m
telling you.  Let’s both let it come as a surprise.”
	
Joey nodded his agreement.
	
“After the fair, whether or not you win that third blue ribbon, I’m
going to make you a full partner in the Geryon & Son Cattle Farm.”
	
“Dad, do you really mean that?”
	
“Damn right I do.You’ve earned it.” Joey broke out in a smile.
	
“Now son, I’m going up to the house and get your mom. You put this cow
back in her cage, get cleaned up and we’ll go into town to celebrate.
Sound ok?”
	
Again, Joey nodded still grinning from ear to ear. “Great,” said his
dad, slapping him on the shoulder. “We’ll be waiting on the porch.”
	
Joey shook his head in disbelief as the door shut behind his father.
Reaching for the switch to return the pen to its normal lighting, he
could only think how lucky he had been that he hadn’t told his dad the
truth about the real reason for maintaining cow’s virginity, the last
thing that had happened between Valerie and Joey, just before she
entered McCain’s plant for her conversion.
	
“Joey, I know this isn’t your fault,” she said looking deep into his
eyes. “I’m scared and I don’t want to be meat. But I know it’s going to
happen. But I want you to promise me two things.”
	
At this point, Joey would have promised the little girl almost anything,
except her freedom, just to get away from her. “What is it you want me
to promise?”
	
“I know I’m only 13 but I love you. I know you like me and if you didn’t
have Linda Sue as a girlfriend you might even have gotten to love me.
I’ve been on a couple of dates and I’ve done some things. Jason Warner
and I petted in his barn. And Stevie van       Pt me to kiss his thing
because I wouldn’t let him put it up my butt like he wanted. But I’ve
never done anything more. I never let any boy stick his thing in me
because I wanted to be a virgin when you & I got married.  I guess
that’s not going to happen now.
	
“When we went on that field trip to your farm, we saw one of the hands
rogering a cow.  The teacher tried to get us not to look but I did.
Afterwards all I could think about was you and I doing that kind of
stuff in bed after we were married. Please promise me that  I’ll stay a
virgin. That when I’m a cow, nobody, not even you, will try to do it to
me.”
	
“I promise Valerie.”
	
“Bless you Joey.”
	
“What’s the other promise?”
	
“I told you I’m scared. I’ve gotten over being scared of being a cow.
The drugs they gave me at the fair helped. Being a cow; even being eaten
doesn’t scare me as much this does. I remember what happened to Melissa
Hamilton when she ran away from home and her parents disowned her and
she got caught and changed into a cow. I was at the picnic and they
roasted her alive.  I saw her eyes as they put her into the roasting pan
and shoved her in the oven. I couldn’t eat any of her after I saw her
eyes. Please Joey, please even if I’m not a human anymore, I used to be
one. Please don’t let them cook me alive.”
	
Joey meant to keep his promises to Valerie.


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