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Subject: {ASSM} Meat on the Run {Neuralmancer} (MF lac preg cannibal)
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Meat on the run
By Neuralmancer

Prologue

Jan thought hard about the events that had lead to her present
situation.  For a moment her mind slipped from focus.  Oh it was
good to have her ample tits pumped of their heavy load of milk. 
This would most likely be her last breeding cycle.  The keepers
of the farm didn't usually keep two-legged female cattle this
long.  Jan had been a good breeder.  Soon she would be making the
short journey up the ramp to the slaughtering conveyor.

Despite all that had transpired, Jan was still of good
proportion.  Of slightly better than average stature, Jan's most
obvious distinguishing feature was her immense breasts.  She
always had an ample bosom.  Jan's bodily re-engineering of the
last few years had been focused upon her reproductive abilities.
What had previously been only ample was now immense.  Jan
estimated that she was at least a 48 double D.  When filled with
milk, which Jan's breasts consistently managed to become by each
morning, her breasts stood out from her chest firmly with a bit a
sag.  Though perhaps impressive to view, Jan disliked her mammary
abilities.  Jan welcomed the relief that the mechanical breast
pump provided.  Incredibly, Jan's belly had remained flat   Jan
retained not an ounce of fat after giving birth to three sets of
twins.  She always had good child bearing hips.  Nothing to
re-engineer there.  Oh and of course, being naked all the time
had taken a bit getting use to.  The drugs administered to Jan
and her friends by Madam Zar had taken the initial edge of
things, but the impact had been merely delayed.  Lastly, Jan
thought about her hair.  Now closely cropped, once Jan had
enjoyed long tresses of jet black  hair.  Jan remembered 
spending considerable time in front of the mirror brushing her
long hair. Jan also remembered fondly the looks that she received
from admiring males.  None of that mattered now.  The two-legged
bulls that she presently associated with dealt with her on a more
basic level.  If unrestrained, the mere smell of a wet vagina
would have a group of two-legged bulls on her, penises erect and
ready, in minutes.  Nothing was done in a small way on the farm.

Jan's fingers casually slipped between her moist vaginal lips. 
No hair there either.  Jan's vaginal opening had developed a
permanent pout, evidence of frequent use.  Abruptly, Jan took her
hand away. Jan's re-engineering had removed from her all but the
tiniest bit of self-control.  It took great will-power to focus
Jan's mind. Sitting at the milking machine, Jan closed her eyes
and remembered the recent past.

Chapter 1, On the run

Paul, Jan's boyfriend, with his friend Phil, had just robbed the
cross-roads conveyance store.  Robbing the store seemed exciting
at the time.  The get-away set them up for what was to come.

Paul's car wasn't in the best of condition.  Paul and Phil sat up
front with Jan occupying the rear seat.  Taking a side road, Jan
amused herself by casually pulling chucks of seat filler sticking
out from the many holes in the seat.  The pair of young men in
the front seats totally ignored Jan.  Jan did not like to be
taken for granted.

Jan had chosen that day to wear her shortest miniskirt.  Leaning
back on the rear seat back, Jan propped her long slender and
quite bare legs on the front seat in-between Paul and Phil.  She
was barefoot.  Without saying a word, Jan playfully rubbed her
bare feet against the necks of Paul and Phil.  Though Jan had
only had sex with Paul, the thought of a three-some, Paul and
Phil with Jan at the center of attention, excited Jan.

Paul wasn't in the mood.  While keeping only his left hand on the
wheel, Paul forcefully removed Jan's playful feet.  "Plenty of
time for that later, Hon"

Jan started to complain. Looking out the window, Jan recognized
nothing.  A thick woods surrounded them on either side. They were
traveling down an unpaved country road, somewhere definitely off
the beaten path. "Hey guys!  When are we going to go somewhere
civilized? Paul, do you know where you're going?  We're in the
middle of nowhere."

Without turning about to face Jan, Paul replied.  "We've got to
stay clear of the world for awhile, Hon."

Paul never got the opportunity to continue his reply.  Paul was
going a bit too fast.  Suddenly out of nowhere a large dip
appeared in front of Paul's path.  The road was narrow.  Too
narrow to avoid the dip.  Braking hard compounded Paul's
predicament.  As the car went into the depression the front of
the car suddenly dipped forward.  As the car's occupants held on
for dear life, a loud sound of tearing metal could be heard. 
Fortunately, the dip was deep enough to stop the car's forward
motion.  A large tree stood just inches from where the car
stopped.

Phil was first to exit the car and see the damage.  "You're car
is toast man.  We'll be walking from here on."

As Paul got around to inspect the damaged right side, he just
nodded his head in agreement.  The axle had broke.  Easy come,
the car had been stolen, easy go.

The trio hadn't much to carry.  Jan had her purse and not much
else.  Paul and Phil each wore a backpack.  Abandoning the car,
Paul led the way.  No one would think of looking for them in
these woods.  Paul and Phil had discovered the old road on some
old maps Paul had found in his father's attic.  No one ever went
this way.

The road wasn't in all that good condition.  A four-wheel drive
could barely traverse it.  Paul, being the most muscular and in
the best physical shape, had the easiest time of the journey. 
Jan was having a terrible time.  Cursing quietly to herself, Jan
after only a short time discarded her high heels.  Having not
asked what their destination was, Jan hadn't prepared.  It was
easier to walk barefoot.

Soon Jan took take no more.  They had managed to walk a mile from
the broken down car.  "Where the hell are we going?  I thought
that we were going to go some place fun.  My feet hurt."

Paul kept on walking as he gave Jan his answer.  "We've got a few
more miles to go.  Phil and I have located a spot where we may
stay for awhile, just long enough for the cops to forget about
us."

Jan was just about to yell back a few choice obscenities when
Paul saw something that shouldn't of been where it was.  Up ahead
off to the right side of the road was a large house.

Phil and Jan rushed to where Paul was standing to see for
themselves.  Turning his head towards Paul, Phil was the first to
say something.  "Hey man, I thought that you said nobody lived
out this way?"

"Nobody should, but apparently they are.  Hey, I don't see any TV
antennas.  This may be a good turn of fortune."

Phil gave Paul a puzzled look.  "What do you have in mind this
time?"

Paul smiled.  "Hey guys, here we are stuck in the deep woods and
in need of assistance."  Pointing to the house Paul continued. 
"There's our assistance.  I bet that whoever lives there has
little if any contact with the outside world.  We'll just drop in
and say hello."

Shaking her head, Jan followed Paul and Phil towards the house. 
After all, what else would she do?  Stay out in the woods all by
herself?  Taking another of Paul's crazy chances seemed at the
moment to be the better alternative.  Jan would later have good
reason to regret not having chosen to stay far away from the
house.

Chapter 2, Pampered Guests

Paul, having elected himself to do the talking, rang the
doorbell.  After what seemed like a long time, but in actuality
was no more than a minute, the door opened.  A large burly man
stood impeding their entrance into the house.  Bare-chested and
well muscled, the man wore old jeans and work boots.  Jan
slivered as he looked the trio over. The man gave Jan particular
attention.

Paul commenced his tale.  Paul used his most mannerly voice. 
"Hello there, we were traveling and out car broke down.  Could we
bother you for some assistance?"

Without taking his eyes of the three strangers, the man yelled to
someone back within the house.  "Madam Zar, we have visitors, and
they seem young and fit."

An obviously middle-aged, but well kept woman appeared.  Wearing
a floor length gown, the woman seemed to not walk, but glide
along the floor.  Long hair flowed in straight strands down
almost to her posterior.  "Well indeed, Mr. Jones, I see that we
do.  Three of them in fact."  Stopping aside Mr. Jones, the woman
introduced herself.  "I'm Madam Zar.  I'm sorry, but there are no
phones here.  I'm afraid that the three of you are stuck."

Paul could not resist a slight smile.  It had been as he had
hoped, an isolated couple in the woods with no contact to the
outside.  The perfect place to hide.

Madam Zar continued her introduction.  "Please, be our guests, we
rarely receive visitors.  Please, come on in.  You all must be
hot and tired.  There's a swimming pool out back.  Feel free to
enjoy it.  After you all have been revived we can discuss what
should be done."

Ah, finally to have come to civilization thought Jan.  After the
long hike she desperately craved a hot shower.  "Madam Zar, could
I use your shower?"

"Why of course.  I'll have Jin, our maid show you to the shower.
Jin, come down here hand bring 3 sets of towels."

Paul, Phil, and Jan were in for a shock.  As Jin walked down the
stairs they could see that she was almost completely nude.  Jin's
only covering was a few body piercings.  From each of Jin's
unusually long nipples were attached a ring.  Held by each ring
was a small bell.  The clanging of the little bells could be
heard as Jin approached.  Each of Jin's labia lips was pierced. 
A golden chain wrapped about Jin's waist ended at each labia
ring.  The effect was to keep Jin's vagina open to view.  Paul
and Phil couldn't help, but see right into Jin's vagina as she
waked down the stairs.  Never before had either of the two young
men seen anything so erotic.  Their picks involuntarily hardened
at the sight.

Madam Zar gave an explanation.  "It gets so hot here.  We find
that informality of dress is best.  Besides, we rarely have
anyone around to complain."  After a brief pause during which
time Jan saw Madam Zar stare at Paul's and Phil's now prominent
cock bulges, Madam Zar added, "and Jin loves to fuck."

As Madam Zar lead Paul and Phi towards the pool, Jan followed Jin
upstairs to the waiting shower.  Though Jan wasn't usually
attracted to other women, the undulating sway of Jin's naked
buttocks was almost mesmerizing.  Jin had showed not a hint of
emotion in response to Madam Zar's sexual revelation.  Jin spoke
not a word.  Jan would later learn that Jin was mute.  By the
time Jan learned how Jin had become mute, it would be too late
for any of them.

Jin stood by as Jan undressed.  Ok, we're both big girls, thought
Jan.  The shower was quite large.  Actually comprised of two
showers side by side within the same stall, Jan surmised that
more than one could have quite a fun time in this shower.

Jan turned on the spray and stepped into the shower.  As Jan
closed her eyes to step under the comforting spray, Jin stepped
behind her.  Taking the soap, Jin commenced to completely soap up
Jan's back.  Jan froze.  Jin continued to wash Jan moving the bar
of soap ever lower.

Without thinking about her actions, Jan spread her legs apart
giving Jin deeper access to her anus.  Jin didn't stop there. 
Reaching underneath Jan, Jin soaped up Jan's public mound.  All
that Jan could think of was how good her bathing by Jin felt.

The soaping was only a prelude.  Once Jin had Jan's backside
completely soaped up, Jin surprised Jan by rubbing her body
against Jan.  Jin's body had become a brush.  Never having been
in such intimate contact with another woman before, Jan loved the
effect Jin was having on her.  Jan's vagina was already quite
moist.

Having completed the soaping up of Jan's backside, Jin by
applying a slight rotating force using her fingers to Jan's hips,
urged Jan to turn around.  Jan got the message and turned about.
With Jan's back now facing the shower's spray Jin repeated her
soaping of Jan's front.  Again Jin proceeded from the top on
down.  Jin individually lifted each of Jan's breasts with her
left hand while soaping them with her right hand.  Jan could feel
Jin's left hand squeezing her breast flesh.  For a moment Jan
felt that she was having her tits judged for worthiness.  As was
performed on Jan's backside, once Jin had Jan's front completely
soaped up Jin used her body as a human brush.  At one point Jan's
hair covered public mound and Jin's hairless public mound came
into contact.  Upon contact, involuntary contractions caused
Jan's vagina to open up.

As Jin finished bathing jan, Jin reached over to turn off the
shower spray.  Jan stepped out of the shower and having grabbed a
towel, Jin proceeded to vigorously dry Jan's body.  Jan
luxuriated in the attention.

The upstairs bathroom had two corner windows.  As Jin proceeded
to dry Jan off, Jan could see a farm in the distance out of one
the windows.  The farm appeared to be a couple of miles distant.
None of the usual farm animals could be seen.  The window on the
opposite corner overlooked the pool. Standing on the pool's edge
was Paul and Phil with Madam Zar in-between them.  They were all
naked.  Madam Zar needn't compensate for her age.  By any
standard she had a fantastic body.  Madam Zar's breasts stood out
from her chest without any hint of sag.  Madam Zar's belly, shown
to be flat and lean, merged gracefully to her full hips.  Their
nudity did not surprise Jan so much as what Madam Zar was doing.
Madam Zar had the quite stiff penises of each young man firmly
grasped within each of her hands.  Madam Zar's hands lingered on
the stiff penises as she slowly slide her fists back and forth
along their length.  It seemed to Jan that Madam Zar was doing
more than merely sexually stimulating her newly acquired pair of
male friends.  For awhile Jan thought that Madam Zar was judging
the quality of the two male appendages that she held.  Like one,
Jan imagined, would judge a prize breeding bull.  Jan quickly
forced the aberrant thought from her mind.  Apparently Madam Zar
was rubbing some kind of lotion onto Paul's and Phil's skin.  No
area of their bodies was being left uncovered.

Knowing that Jin couldn't verbally reply, Jan spoke to her
anyway.  "Well it looks like we're all becoming nudists, I'm
game."  With that statement Jan casually tossed the towel over
her shoulder and walked out of the bathroom and proceeded down
the stairs to join Paul, Phil, and Madam Zar at the pool.  Jin
couldn't speak, but her thoughts remained cognizant.  Jin kept
thinking about the new meat and the feast that they would all
eventually enjoy.

"Hello dear! I'm glad that you have finally decided to join us."
Having completed the application of the mystery lotion, Madam Zar
had repositioned herself over Paul.  Paul was on his back with a
prominent erection standing straight up.  While Madam Zar spoke,
she grabbed Paul's penis and slid her moist vagina down upon it.
Phil stood behind with his equally erect penis ready to enter
Madam Zar anally.

Jan stood in front of the coupling trio watching. Though she had
always thought of Paul and Phil as being a couple of well-sexed
guys, never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would
ever live to see what was now transpiring.  The bottle containing
the lotion that Madam Zar had administered to Paul and Phil still
contained some fluid.  Sun-screen, thought Jan.  Jan applied what
little of the lotion that was left to a few strategic areas of
her body.  First, each of Jan's firm globes of breast flesh got
covered in the thick liquid. Then Jan did her ass checks. 
Feeling extremely wicked, Jan then took a generous glob of the
stuff and rubbed it all over her public area.  Finally, Jan
managed to squeeze out just enough to lightly cover her slender
legs. The liquid felt like no other sun-screen that Jan had ever
previously tried.  It tingled in a rather pleasant way.  Jan put
on some and she wanted to put on more.  Must sell likehot-cakes.

Though Madam Zar was quite occupied with the attentions of the
two young men, she hadn't failed to notice Jan.  Moving with a
rhythmic grace, Madam Zar slid between the forceful thrusts of
the two young men.  Without missing a stroke, Madam Zar urged Jan
to come closer.  "Jan, I need a closer view of your lovely
pussy."

Oddly enough, Jan showed absolutely no hesitation as she stepped
forward.  Expecting more, Jan was disappointed when all Madam Zar
did was to look and sniff.

"Very nice!  Even better without all that hair.  Oh Jin!  Come
over here and attend to our lovely Jan.  She needs comforting
too."

Jan had not seen Jin follow her to the pool area.  Jin appeared
to be in her natural element.  Darkly tanned and walking oh so
sensuously by the pool.  Jin took Jan by the hand and led her to
a vacant sunny spot.  Jan laid down upon a low chase lounge and
spread her legs apart.  The end of the lounge was folded back to
permit unobstructed access to Jan's nether regions.  Kneeling
between Jan's wide spread legs Jin went to work.  With obvious
great expertise, Jin promptly located and began to nibble on
Jan's grossly protruding clitoris.

Never had Jan experienced such pleasure.  Always a man's woman,
neither any of the many men and the few women that she had been
with came even close to Jin's oral skill.  Jin gave Jan an orgasm
like none that she ever had before.  Waves of pleasure rippled
through Jan's body.  As the pleasure subsided Jan fell back
against the lounge and closed her eyes.

Unknown by either Paul, Phil, or Jan, Madam Zar's secret lotion
was half responsible for their orgasmic bliss.  Madam Zar made
sure that her three new guest's bodies were well covered by her
secret lotion.

The remainder of the afternoon was filled with orgasmic
pleasures.  After satisfing Madam Zar, Paul and Phil took turns
trying out Jin.  Jan was once again amazed.  She would never of
guessed Paul and Phil's sexual stamina.

The sun was beginning to set when the one person absent from the
afternoon's fun made his appearance.  Mr. Jones entered the pool
area wearing only a floor length apron.  Old stains of dried
blood covered the otherwise white garment.  His previous attire
of old jeans and work boots had been discarded.  "Dinners is
ready, if you want to eat."

Madam Zar ushered Paul, Phil, and Jan back inside the house.  No
one bothered to get dressed.  Jan the others quickly accepted the
naturalness of their lack of attire.  The unnatural had become
natural.  "Mr. Jones, besides managing my farm, doubles as cook.
He's quite a good cook too, by the way.  We're pretty
self-sufficient here.  Most of our food is grown on the premises,
including the livestock."

Jan forced the thought of Mr. Jones butchering some helpless farm
animal from her mind.  Jan, like the others was very hungry after
the day's extreme sexual exertions.

Paul, Phil, Jan, and Madam Zar took places about a long wooden
table as Jin and Mr. Jones served them.  They all sat on chairs
upholstered in the smoothest of leather. Unusually smooth thought
Jan.  Squirming her naked posterior on the chair's leather, Jan
could not help but think that the leather felt somehow familiar.
As the food was delivered, Jan tried to forget about the unusual
upholstery.

The meal consisted mostly of various kinds of vegetables and
heaps of starchy porridge.  The porridge, though not looking all
that appetizing, actually tasted quite good.  After serving the
vegetables came the meat.

"Why Mr. Jones, Pot roast and ribs again.  You know what I like.
Paul, Phil, and Jan, you'll love this.  Mr. Jones uses his own
recipe for barbecue sauce.  These are select cuts from the cow
that we butchered last weekend."

Turning her gaze towards Jan, after a brief pause Madam Zar
continued.  "Oh Jan, the seat upholstery that you find so
enjoyable comes from our own cows.  Mr. Jones here skins them
himself."

Jan blushed at her comment.  Looking up, watching Mr. Jones begin
to serve them, Jan couldn't keep the thought of him attending to
some poor cow.  A picture of a gutted cow hanging vertically by
its hind feet with Mr. Jones cutting away the cow's flesh crowded
her thoughts.

Mr. Jones placed the tray containing the meat on the center of
the table. Jan could see a pair of moderate sized roasts
surrounded by several long thin ribs.  The roasts looked like any
other, but the ribs appeared odd.  They much more slender than
any ribs that she had previously had.

Before Jan could say anything, both Paul and Phil had helped
themselves.  So much for manners, thought Jan.  All those seated
at the table enjoyed the feast.

Sated from their meal, Madam Zar had Jin show her new guests to a
room.  Jan would share a room with both Paul and Phil.  Jan alone
thought this strange.  Questioning Madam Zar, madam Zar replied,
"Your male friends will need to exercise their maleness.  You'll
keep them busy."  Suddenly Jan found herself too tired to argue.

Inside the upstairs room the trio found a single large mattress,
large enough to accommodate all three of them.  Jan positioned
herself in the middle in-between Paul and Phil.  Sleep quickly
overtook them. None of the three had thought to put their clothes
back on.

Their sleep was not peaceful.  Late, almost towards morning Jan
awoke.  Lying nude on the mattress her body was covered in sweat.
 Jan vividly remembered her dream.  Unknown hands had prodded the
length of her lovely body.  No orifice had been left unexplored.
Multiple injections of unknown substances had been administered
to her.  Lifting her right arm she found it to be sore and
tender.  Perhaps her dream had not been a dream after all. 
Looking over to first Paul and then to Phil, Jan saw that they
were both still asleep.  Lying on their backs each of her naked
male companions penis was fully erect.  Jan smiled, as if all the
sexual activity of the afternoon had not been enough, they were
each having wet dreams.  Jan had the sudden uncontrollable urge
to reach out and caress each stiff pick.  Might as well help
their dreams along she thought.  Reaching out with each hand, Jan
tenderly grabbed her male companions' stiff erections.  Moving
carefully so to not awake them, Jan slowly, but firmly,
masturbated the pair of young men.  In what seemed to Jan to be
no time at all, both Paul and Phil lifted their hips and
ejaculated.  Thick gobs of white semen accumulated about each of
them.  Jan made no attempt to clean up.  Smiling Jan laid back
down upon the mattress and went back to sleep.  Jan could not of
known, but each member of the trio had been having a similar
dream.

Chapter 3, Transformations

Jan first noticed that something was amiss during the morning
shower.  All three, four including Jin who insisted on washing
each of the trio, had decided to take a communal shower.  As Jan
let the shower spray flow forcefully onto her public mound she
noticed with alarm that large clumps of hair were falling out. 
As Jan placed her mound more directly into the spray, more of her
fine public hair fell out.  Jan called out her alarm to her
fellow shower mates.  "Hey guys, I'm losing my hair!".

Jin stopped attending to Paul and Phil, she had been studiously
soaping up their maleness, as Jan remembered Madam Zar's
reference to their picks which were once again sticking out
horizontal and erect, and switched her attention to Jan.  Taking
her bar of soap, Jin scrubbed Jan's public mound.  A quick rinse
then left Jan's mound completely hairless.  As Jan looked down
dumbfounded, Jin reached in-between Jan's now completely exposed
vaginal lips with her index finger.  Jin smiled, one of the rare
occasions when Jan saw Jin emote, as Jin ran her finger down the
exposed public slit.  Jin licked Jan's accumulated moisture from
her finger.

Turning about to face Paul and Phil, Jan noticed that they too
seemed to be quite a bit less hairy.  As the shower sprayed down
upon them large quantities of hair flowed into the drain.

Seeing Jan's now hairless mound, Paul was less than interested in
his own hair loss.  As Jan vainly sought attention from fellow
bathers, Paul firmly grasped Jan's hips in both hands and
positioned his now quite erect penis for entry.  Jan was
literally taken aback.  Almost falling backwards, Jan reached
back and managed to steady herself.  In so doing Jan's legs
naturally spread apart presenting even better access for Paul's
eager cock.

Jin, upon seeing the impending action, assisted Paul by grasping
Paul's penis and directing it to Jan's now quite open vagina. 
With a single push, Paul rammed his stiff weapon home.

Jan closed her eyes as she steadied herself to receive Paul's
rapid thrusts.  Jan lost herself to all but the intense pleasure
that she was now experiencing. The intense spray of the shower
cooled Paul and Jan's reciprocating bodies.

The shower became a four-way orgy.  With Jin still on her knees,
Phil mounted Jin from behind.  Jin did enjoy being fucked. 
Employing abilities learned from much experience, Jin clamped her
vaginal muscles onto Phil's thrusting cock.  Phil cried out as he
luxuriated from Jin's vaginal control.

It was not till late morning that the trio of Paul, Phil, and Jan
made it down to the pool area.  Over the next few weeks the pool
area would be their common point of origin.  From there Madam Zar
would direct them to their daily activities.  Any desire to leave
the house vanished.

Not only did any desire to move on leave the trio, but so to did
their clothes.  On the second day as the guests of Madam Zar, Jan
alone, she seemed to have more sense about what was going on than
did either Paul or Phil, had attempted to locate her clothes
discarded on the day of their arrival.  Not finding them, Jan
thinking the missing clothes would eventually turn up, gave the
matter no further thought.  After all, everyone was going about
naked.  By the third day, though Jan should have become
concerned, the conditioning that Jan was unknowingly receiving
from Madam Zar had already dimmed Jan's sense of foreboding to
the point that any idea of the wrongness of the trio's constant
nudity escaped her.  Jan would never locate her missing clothes.
On the first day, following the farm's standard practice, Mr.
Jones had incinerated the trio's belongings.  Madam Zar's new
guests no longer needed clothes.

Madam Zar's greeting to the trio became another constant that Jan
and the others came to rely upon.  As they entered the pool area
Madam Zar would in turn inspect each of their bodies.  Towards
both Paul and Phil, Madam Zar would inspect the length and girth
of their penises.  Though Jan knew it impossible, they must of
always been well endowed, it seemed that both Paul and Phil's
penises were daily growing in size.  Not just with respect to
their erect stature, but also when spent their Penises remained
larger than before.  Jan's vagina was feeling increasingly
stretched after her daily sexual couplings with Paul and Phil. 
Towards Jan, madam Zar was most interested in her breast size. 
Though Jan couldn't have known by just the second day, her
breasts were expanding.  As Jan was to soon indirectly discover,
that was not the least of her bodily changes.

By the end of the week, both Paul and Phil had become completely
hairless.  From the top of their heads to the top of their feet,
not a single hair remained.  Neither Paul nor Phil seemed to
care.  They both had become totally focused on Madam Zar's
directed activities, at least twice daily intercourse with both
Jan and Jin, plenty of sun, and plenty of food.

For reasons that Jan couldn't guess, she retained her head hair.
As what befell Paul and Phil, the remainder of her body by week's
end had become completely hair free.  It wasn't so bad, thought
Jan, no more need for painful waxing. Also by the end of the
first week Jan did better in accommodating both Paul and Phil's
expanded cocks.  Jan became not just use to, but began to crave
the pair's ever more frequent mountings.

Madam Zar became rather obsessed about the trio getting plenty of
sun.  Liberal amounts of Madam Zar's secret lotion, which Jan
still believed to nothing more than sunblock, they applied to
their naked bodies.  Having always enjoyed sunbathing, Jan had no
problem laying about the pool doing nothing at all.  At first,
when Madam Zar insisted it was time to sunbathe, both Paul and
Phil had a habit of wandering about out the sun.  After a couple
of episodes of this both Paul and Phil mysteriously acquired
injection scars on the right arms.  They both quickly fell into
line.  The end of the first week saw each of them start to
develop deep all-over tans.

Well into the second week Jan observed that both Paul and Phil
did whatever Madam Zar directed them to do.  They behaved as if
they were her automatons.  They fucked when commanded to fuck,
sunbathed when it was time to do so, ate when told to, and so on.
 The individuality that Jan remembered Paul possessing was gone.
Jan alone retained some degree of autonomy.

It was during the second week that Jan discovered Jin's secret. 
Each morning Jin would join the trio for their communal shower
and sex romp.  Usually Jin arrived just in time to wake them.  On
one morning Jan awoke early.  Carefully getting out of bed so as
not to awaken Paul and Phil, Jan could see Jin enter the house. 
To Jan's surprise, Jin did not immediately come up the stairs to
the trio's room.  Curiosity got the better of Jan.  Very quietly
Jan tip-toed down the stairs to follow Jin.  Jin entered a room
adjoining the kitchen.  Jan hadn't seen this particular room
before.  The door to it had always previously been closed.  Jan
was startled by what she saw.  Madam Zar was placing what
appeared to be suction cups on Jin's breasts.  Long rubber hoses
from the suction cups connected to a tank.  Jan stood back
peering around the door's edge as Madam Zar began to speak.

"Ah, another milking session Jin.  Let's get a good pump this
time, Ok?"  Madam Zar pushed a switch and the pump came to life.
Jin steadied herself by spreading apart her legs.  From the blank
look on Jin's face Jan gathered that milking was part of Jin's
daily routine.  Jan could see white milk flowing through the
clear plastic hoses from Jin's breasts to the tank.  After a
brief pause to check the pump, Madam Zar continued.  "Have you
seen how Jan is developing?  We'll soon have her here getting
pumped.  She'll be such a good cow."

Jan was taken aback by what she both saw and heard.  Without
thinking, Jan stepped back, right into the arms of Mr. Jones. 
For a rare moment Mr. Jones smiled.  "I think that we have been
found out Madam."

Turning her attention from Jin's milking, Madam Zar considered
the situation.  "We'll just have to accelerate acclimatizing the
latest addition to our herd.  Mr. Jones, get the injections ready
for Jan."  Turning back to Jin, Madam Zar gave more instructions.
 "Jin, I think that our pair of bulls are about ready for their
cock discs.  When your milking is done  have their discs ready. 
I what them on them today."

Jan spent the next two weeks living in a cage.  Gone were the
days of lounging about the pool in luxury.  The only times Jan
would be removed from her cage was for her twice daily sexual
romp with Paul and Phil. Both of them wore their cock discs, a
metal disc clamped firmly about the base of each man's penis
right below the testicles.  Jan didn't know whether it was due to
the cock discs, drugs, or what, but both Paul and Phil seemed to
now go about with perpetual erections.  Unlike Jan, both Paul and
Phil kept to having the run of the house.  They didn't need
caging.  Every day Madam Zar saw to it they covered their entire
bodies with her magic lotion.  Besides permanently removing all
of their body hair, the lotion, when exposed to the UV rays from
the sun, had the effect of heightening the human animal's sexual
arousal.  The lotion was better than any drug, once applied it
became addictive.  On the bulls madam Zar employed a different
kind of cage.  Madam Zar now openly referred to them as bulls. 
Jan and Jin were kept busy servicing the pair of bulls.  Besides
fine human meat, Madam Zar's farm was known for producing extra
large tube steaks.  Her bulls needed lots of exercise.

Chapter 4, An Animal on the Farm

After spending a total of three weeks at the house, Jan, Paul,
and Phil were escorted the two miles from the house to the farm.
As the three were being taken to one of the outlying buildings,
Jan finally got a good look at the herd.  They were people. 
Well, at least they use to be people.  Mostly consisting of the
Caucasian race, in a separate pen Jan could see a few black bulls
mixed with an equal number of black and white cows, segregation
even as cattle.  The herd appeared to consist of about thirty
females and about half that many males.  Half of the females,
generally the buxom ones, were pregnant.  Jan stared at the scene
unfolding before her.  Jan's horror was confounded when she
recognized some of the cows as being members of a girl's high
school field outing that had gone missing.  That had been a year
ago. Though still shapely, all had had their breasts enlarged.  A
year's worth of nude sunbathing showed by their deep chocolate
brown hides.  They were no longer school-girls.  Suddenly Jan
remembered the strangely upholstered chairs that the three of
them had sat on for dinner on the first day.  To her horror, Jan
now realized why the leather had seemed odd, yet familiar.  The
leather had come from human hides.  Madam Zar was raising young
women, and perhaps young men as well, for their skins.  Most of
the males, or bulls as they were now referred to, were busy
coupling with females, the cows.  The fenced pasture had the
appearance of an orgy.

Seeing how Jan's attention was focused, Madam Zar interjected an
explanation.  "The bulls need their exercise.  They'll
particularly like you."

Though Jan's face cringed at the thought of being a cow to one or
more bulls, her body betrayed her.  Madam Zar smiled as she saw
the dew leaking from Jan's hairless vaginal lips.  A very good
cow indeed, though Madam Zar.

The sight of the herd affected Paul and Phil differently.  Their
conditioning, from all those weeks being in the bright sun after
the application of Madam Zar's secret lotion, was almost
complete.  The sight of an abundance of naked cows caused their
normally stiff penises to harden even more.  The two new bulls
made quite a sight walking in-line with their now permanently
enlarged cocks sticking out horizontal.

The trio were promptly shown into a single story building located
on the far left-hand side of the farm.  On the far right-hand
side of the farm stood a large rectangular two-story building.  A
tall smoke stack stood at the building's far end.  A ramp located
at the closer end connected the building's upper story to a
holding fenced holding area.  The pasture in which the cows and
bulls frolicked, was in-between the two building.  Jan didn't
know this at the time, but at the building on the far left that
they were now entering, all cows and bulls entered the farm.  On
a similar note, all cows and bulls exited the farm by way of the
building on the far right.  Never was there an exception.

Inside the far left building all three were shackled by the wrist
to the ceiling.  Mr. Jones then went about attending to their
final conditioning.  Jan, Paul, and Phil each received an
injection into the neck.  Seeing the long needle approach, Jan
flinched from the intrusion.

Mr. Jones explained.  "That will keep you new cattle from
speaking.  In fact, you'll never again say another word."

Mr. Jones then checked Paul and Phil's cock discs.  Taking first
Paul's and then Phil's penis in his left hand, done without
emotion as a farmer might do with some prize cattle, Mr. Jones
assured himself that each cock disc was firmly attached.  The
cock disc not only insured Mr. Jones control over the bulls, but
also confirmed their eventual fate.  With that He directed first
Paul and then Phil into the pasture.  Immediately upon their
release, both Paul and Phil went about seeking cows to spend
their pent-up sexual energies on.

"Spread your seed well", urged Mr. Jones.

Jan alone seemed to harbor some degree of humanity.  She feared
seeing how eagerly both Paul and Phil adapted to their new roles.
 Jan vowed to herself, that despite how intoxicating the drugs
Madam Zar and her cohorts administered to her were, that she
would never completely convert to the status of cattle.  It would
prove to be a tough, but vain battle.

Jan did not notice Mr. Jones refocusing his attention back to
her.  She had been intently watching Paul and Phil's progress in
locating two-legged cows to couple with.  Looking through a large
window facing the pasture, Jan could see that Paul was already
taking a darkly tanned blonde from behind.  The formerly human
female was bent over on her knees.  Her eyes were closed.  Her
hips reciprocated back and forth in response to the thrusts of
Paul's extra large cock.  Jan wondered what it was like to only
care about getting fucked.

"Hey, you like what awaits you.  They'll get their hands on you
soon enough.  We have a bit more to do, but first its milking
time."

Mr. Jones had intended to leave Jan where she was for the time
being.  Madam Zar interjected.  "Go ahead and give Jan her
injections.  Her tits have already enlarged considerably.  If
nothing else, Jan will see what is expected of her."

It was early in the conversion process.  Reaching underneath
Jan's superb tits with both hands, Mr. Jones considered Jan's
potential.  "Unusually large for such an early stage of
conditioning.  The next injections coupled with pump's effect
could bring on lactation."

With that closing statement, Mr. Jones gave Jan her next set of
injections.

Jan felt a bit giddy as Mr. Jones led her out back towards the
far end of the same single story building.  The other milkers
were already lined up.  Most  were pregnant.  Mr. Jones put Jan
at the end of the line.  Not able to speak, Jan looked to Madam
Zar with pleading eyes.

Madam Zar knew what was troubling Jan.  "Don't worry, my sweet
cow.  The first time at the pumps is always the hardest, but
you'll soon get use to it."

One by one, Mr. Jones directed the naked two-legged milk cows to
stalls at the milking machine.  The cows that had been at the
farm for awhile knew the ropes well.  Without thinking about it,
they settled themselves down on low stools.  Sticking up from
each stool was a high plastic phallus.  Each imitation penis had
been well greased by Mr. Jones.  One by one each cow became
vaginally impaled on the low milking stools.  Starting from the
front of the line, as each cow sat down Mr. Jones fastened the
suction cups of the stall's pump onto the cow's tits.  Each cow
had gigantic breasts.  Jan had never before seen mammary glands
so large.  As soon as everything was in order the pumps started.
Jan could hear the whine of the pump motors as she progressed to
the last milking stall.

Hesitantly, Jan sat down upon the last stool.  The greased
phallus slid deeply into Jan's vagina that by the standards of
the farm was near virginal.  Jan felt locked into place. 
Quickly, Mr. Jones clamped the pump's suction cups onto Jan's
tits and turned on the pump.  Jan felt the oddest sensation. 
Never having been with child, Jan didn't know what to expect.  At
first nothing happened.  Then, due to the extra dose of drugs
that Mr. Jones had administered to Jan, white milk began flowing
from Jan's breasts into the waiting tanks.  Jan cried as she saw
the creamy milk being forced from her body.  Her fate was sealed.
 Jan had become a cow.

Chapter 5, Harvest Time

Jan had literally lost track of time.  Being located in a
year-round warm climate the cows and bulls went bout out of doors
nude all of the time.  Clocks or any other mechanical time
keeping devices were not provided to the members of the herd. 
After all, they were merely domestic animals.  Neither was there
any alteration of foliage to indicate the passing of seasons. 
Jan would learn to judge time by the condition of her body, in
her case, like her fellow milk cows, the swelling of her belly.

Jan's internal clock was gradually resynchronized as her belly
grew.  She estimated that she was approximately six months
pregnant when she experienced her first harvest.

One day the farm's routine was altered.  A dozen of the young
nonpregnant cows, mostly those that Jan had noticed originated
from the ill-fated girl's school outing of the previous year,
were rounded up and directed into a separate pen.  Their bodies
were firmly fleshed and the hides had acquired a deep all-over
tan.  The pen's only exit was a ramp leading up to the near end
of the long two story building.

Jan had wondered why not all of the cows became pregnant.  After
all, the bulls were allowed to freely range about the pasture
coupling with whichever cow they chose to.

Both Paul and Phil had lost interest in Jan.  Though Jan
continued to have frequent sexual relations with the two of them,
Jan was now merely another cow.  Satisfaction of their sexual
needs was all the bulls cared about.  There, in another pen
separate from the rest of the pasture, was Paul and five other
bulls.  Each bull had their hands tightly ties behind their
backs.  This particular pen was further distinguished by a
centrally mounted square pole.  The pole appeared to be firmly
set into the earth and had a multitude of iron rings attached to
it.  Jan was puzzled by the restraint of this particular set of
bulls.  No conditions had previously been placed on them.  Jan
looked upon Paul with disdain.  It was Jan's following of Paul
that had caused her to be reduced to the status of a farm animal.
 Jan walked away from Paul's pen as Paul and the other five
helpless bulls made pathetic sounds of pleading.

Jan had made a friendship with another cow, Silvia.  Both cows
being robbed of the power of speech, they found other ways to
communicate.  One day Jan saw Silvia write her name in the sand.
They invented hand signals for quick communication.  Jan learned
that Silvia had already been at the farm for two breeding
seasons.  She was now on her third pregnancy.  Jan cringed as she
discovered that multiple births were the farm's norm.

It was from Silvia that Jan found out that harvest time came once
every season.  Mr. Jones, Madam Zar, and the extra farm hands
brought in just for the harvest were kept very busy.  The
remaining two-legged cattle were left pretty much to themselves.
Silvia knew of a secret place.  A place from which both Jan and
Silvia could see what was going on.

Normally their actions wouldn't of been permitted.  Silvia knew
of a time of day when the keeper's of the farm would have their
attention diverted.  Silvia then directed Jan to her secret
place.  Along one side of the long two story building there was a
low window.  The window was partially concealed by a mound of
earth.  By kneeing low on all fours, Jan and Silvia were provided
with an uninterrupted view of the goings on with the building. 
The farm hands would be too busy, herding the unfortunate cows
and bulls on the building's opposite side, to notice.

The cows were first to go up the ramp.   As the first cow entered
the second floor a curtain closed behind her, preventing the next
in line from seeing what was about to happen.  Very quickly, with
practiced motions, a pair of farm hands located on either side of
the cow looped ropes about her ankles.  No sooner than were the
ropes secured, another farm hand, with a simple push of a button,
caused a motor to come to life and the cow suddenly found herself
hanging upside down.  A rope was tied to the cows hair and pulled
taught.  The cow had her head pulled forward.  Her neck exposed,
bulged forward.  Without warning, a knife was deftly drawn across
the young former female human's throat.  She didn't time to cry
out.  Jan almost did.  Seeing Jan's reaction, in a nick of time
Silvia clamped her right hand across Jan's mouth, stifling any
sound.

Not waiting for the cow's blood to completely drain, yet another
farm hand went to work with a skinning knife.  Starting the feet,
the cow's well tanned hide was expertly separated from her body.
In short order another  hide was made available for thetanner's.

As the carcass moved forward through the building the other cows
followed.  Jan could see that after each cow had been skinned it
was butchered for eventual roasting.  All extremities, the head,
hands, and feet, were removed.  Jan looked on horrified as she
witnessed the opening of the first cow's belly and her subsequent
gutting.  Another formerly human carcass had been reduced nothing
more than meat.

Most of the skinned carcasses went into a refrigerated truck. 
Jan wondered as to the truck's destination.  The truck's
destination, an underground restaurant where privileged clientele
dined on human flesh or some secret meeting of cannibals, Jan
could only guess.

Jan had seen enough.  Leaving her privileged point of vantage,
Jan found that she could not escape the events of harvest day. 
One of the butchered cows had been taken outside, and in plain
view of everyone, prepared for spit roasting.  A long steel spike
entering from the cow's anus and exiting out of the cow's neck,
completely pierced the cow.  Mr. Jones and another farm hand were
carefully placing the impaled cow over a roasting pit.  The farm
was going to have a barbecue.

Never having seen such a spectacle, Jan became fixated by the
sight of the roasting human cow.  The spit was connected to a
motor and the cow began to turn across the barbecue pit.  As the
human cow rotated about the spit Jan could see deep into the
butchered carcass's belly.  Once per rotation the shiny spit
sparkled in the morning sun.  The breasts, freed of their
encasing covering of skin, flopped down to vertical on each
downward motion.  Flames from the red-hot coals seemed to reach
up to greet the approaching meat.  Taking a long handled brush,
Mr. Jones then set about to cover the skinless carcass in
barbecue sauce.  Jan could hear the sound of the sauce hissing
and turning to steam as drops of the thick sauce dripped down
onto the barbecue pit's hot coals.  In no time at all no part of
the farm was safe from the smell of cooking human meat.

Jan's gaze upon the roasting of her former herd member was
interrupted by a scream.  Turning about, as the scream seemed to
come from behind her, Jan saw that the scream's origin was from
the pen containing Paul and the five other captive human bulls. 
One of the human bulls was tied to the rings of the standing
post.  Jan gasped as she saw what had transpired.  Within the pen
was Mamdam Zar.  In her right hand Madam Zar held a long thin
balded knife.  In Madam Zar's left hand was the still erect
penis, with the testicles attached of the bound bull.  A waiting,
heretofore unseen by Jan, female farm attendant waited with an
iced bucket to receive the severed organ.  Madam Zar was
castrating the bound bulls.  Farm hands armed with cattle prods
constrained the cowering bulls.  As Jan watched in horror, one by
one the human bulls were bound to the post and Madam Zar summary
sliced their manly organs from their body.  Only their cock discs
remained.

Jan turned away as Paul, now missing the part of his body that he
prized the most, and the other five hapless bulls were one-by-one
marched up the ramp to the waiting butchers.  Jan could not bear
the thought of the bulls, even one from which she had suffered so
much as Paul, to suffer such an inhuman end.  Then again, members
of the herd were no longer, strictly speaking, any longer human.
Jan and the others were now merely cattle on two-legs.

Jan would live to see several seasonal harvest days.  Each
harvest was preceded by the her giving birth.  Each time Jan had
twins, another miracle of her bodily re-engineering.  Somewhat
arbitrarily, due to the farm's unusual location there was no
telling of the actual season, Jan labeled the time of her giving
birth as spring.  As did the other cows, Jan came to judge
seasons by the state of her belly.  Jan discovered that child
birth came easy for her.  Her first set of twins, as well as
those to come in her later springs, popped out with only a
minimal of discomfort. Though Jan did not realize it, this was
one of the few positive benefits of Madam Zar's re-engineering of
Jan's body.  Jan never saw much of her offspring.  Almost
immediately her babies were taken from her.  Jan heard Madam Zar
explain that her farm had not the facilities for raising human
cattle for their full life-cycle.

New additions to the herd came season by season.  All left by way
of the ramp.  Young, about late teen-aged females and a few like
aged males would join the herd, spend a season freely frolicking
about completely nude in carefree sexual abandonment, while their
hides acquired a deep all-over tan.  Madam Zar would do much to
preserve the quality of the developing hides.  Liberal amounts of
Madam Zar's secret lotion insured both the cattle's domesticness
as well as providing some protection from the sun's harmful
effects.  This would all end come harvest day.  A fewer number of
other females would join Jan as breeders.  A daily session at the
milk pumps, apart from seasonal intercourse with a selected
number of bulls, would become a daily occurrence.  Jan would end
her days a pampered two-legged milk cow.

 
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