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SORRY, THE ORIGINAL POST OF THIS CHAPTER WAS INCOMPLETE.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!!! 

Be aware that the following story is about people being eaten by other
people and is for adults only. It contains sex, violence, death and
cannibalism. 

If cannibalism is not to your particular taste, do not proceed.

If you are underage, stop right here.

If, by reading this fable, you will violate any local laws, rules,
regulations, mores or community standards,  don't continue any further. 

This is a continuation of the classic story "Cannibal 4-H" by
Neuralmancer and takes place after the events described in that
story.This extension of the original is being posted in ASSC in
instalments, one instalment every Friday until the story is completed.  
Similar postings may be found later in the week in ASS & ASSM.

Each instalment contains one or two chapters. This is instalment two and
contains Chapter Four of my continuation of the saga Cannibal 4H by
Neuralmancer. Previous instalments may be downloaded from Deja News'
archive of ASSC. Upon its completion the entire story will be sent to
Black Plague.

 Again, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a sharecropper
on his farm. 
	
Eurytion 

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

 TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR CHAPTER FIVE: A BROTHER VISITS BY EURYTION

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