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The Miss Daisy Chronicles are a stand-alone group of 
stories set in the same universe as Cannibal 4H; a 
universe where, as the result of "The Great Disaster," 
humans are used as livestock and cannibalism is the 
accepted norm.  

The Miss Daisy Chronicles contain graphic descriptions 
of sex in many and varied forms, some of which 
selected people might consider deviant and perverse. 
It contains violence, death, family tragedy, the 
raising of humans as livestock and the consumption of 
human flesh.  

Be aware children are not spared in this tale!  They 
often meet a grisly end.   This series, like C4H, is 
not for the timid or squeamish. NOR IS IT FOR MINORS.

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Finally this saga is for Miss Daisy. She knows who she 
is.


The Miss Daisy Chronicles: Making Miss Daisy: Extended 
Family
 
"I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing 
I know: the only ones among you who will be really 
happy are those who have sought and found how to 
serve."  Albert Schweitzer    

Even as Tania was receiving the good news from Mrs. 
Patel, Morgan was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup 
of bitter coffee in his hand, listening to Flo's 
expressions of concern about her daughter. Tania just 
hadn't been the same since Scott's death. Her outgoing 
nature had vanished, replaced by a more withdrawn and 
secretive demeanour. Every meal had been an occasion 
for a recounting of the day's events; now it took a 
crowbar to pry a few morsels of information from her. 
None of her daughter's friends came around any more 
and Tania never seemed to visit them either.

School used a source of enjoyment for Tania. Even 
thought she'd never been a great student, a "B" on the 
report card a reason for congratulations, an "A" 
brought celebration, she worked hard at her studies. 
Flo wasn't used to receiving notes from school about a 
lack of concentration and effort and even skipping 
school altogether.

Open warfare hadn't broken out, at least not yet, but 
Tania was increasing resentful of any sort of parental 
control Flo tried to exercise.  They fought about what 
was happening in school, about Tania's clothes, about 
how much and what she was eating, even about her new 
concentration on how she looked.

"The other day she moved the full-length mirrors from 
her room and our room into the bathroom. She set them 
up like you would in a dressing room so you can stand 
in the middle and see how you look from every angle. I 
accidentally walked in on her as she was pirouetting 
to get the full view."

"Flo honey, kids her age are fashion conscious.  Hell, 
I spent hours in front of the mirror when I was a 
teenager and I'm a guy. There's nothing abnormal that. 
At least she's paying attention to something even if 
it is just how she looks."

Head shaking from side to side like a metronome, Flo 
corrected Morgan.  "If it was just clothes I wouldn't 
mind. When I opened the door, Tania didn't have a 
stitch on. She wasn't seeing how that new blouse fit; 
she was seeing how she looked in the nude.

"It's as though she doesn't care about anything any 
more, not school, not her friends, not this farm, not 
even me. Just her body and how big her tits are going 
to be. I found an article under her mattress when I 
made her bed last week, 'Thirty Days to Bigger 
Breasts: A Ten Step Guide.' She tore it out of one of 
those modern woman magazines," Flo said despondently. 
"Morgan I just don't know what to do with her any more 
and, heaven help me, I don't know how much longer I 
can put up with this."

Carefully composing his face into an expression of 
concern, one that hid his inner exaltation, Morgan fed 
Flo a series of platitudes. It's tough being a kid 
these days.  Tania's just going through a difficult 
spell. A little rebellion is natural. She just needs 
some space. Kids have to find their own way. You can't 
live their life for them. She's still grieving over 
Scott. Just give her some time.

It was more than grieving said Flo. "No, it's more 
than that; she's in the process of becoming another 
person entirely, and who she's turning into scares the 
shit out of me." 

That last remark puzzled Morgan. What does she means 
she knows who Tania's turning into?  With all of the 
wariness of a man testing his path for quicksand, he 
probed a little farther.

At his questioning, Flo's hands started to shake; 
spilling small splashes of coffee from the chipped 
stoneware mug. Placing the offending crockery onto the 
table, she took a breath to steady her nerves, then in 
a voice more impersonal than any Morgan had heard her 
use, Flo revealed a family secret.

"I'm talking about Millicent, the girl who used to be 
my sister. She would have been Tania's Aunt Millie but 
she couldn't control herself either.  It's a blood 
curse that's run through the family for years; Tania 
might be the latest victim."

"Flo, I just don't understand.  What the hell is all 
this about a blood curse? What do you mean your sister 
couldn't control herself? And why do you call her the 
girl who was your sister? Why'd she leave, did she get 
married or something? I'm totally in the dark here.  
Obviously it's something pretty important to upset you 
this way but I don't have a clue what you're talking 
about."

Millicent was Florence's elder sister, the one she had 
looked up to and loved during her childhood at least 
until "When I was eleven, Millie would have been 15, 
she left home and I never saw her again."

A tinge of impatience in his voice, there were facts 
here he was unaware of, things he needed to know, 
Morgan pushed the interrogation. "Damn it, I know she 
left home, you already told me that?  Why and what 
does this have to do with Tania?" Flo's unexpected 
answer landed with the force of a heavyweight's punch. 

"When my sister Millie was 15 she was converted into a 
dairy cow. I think the same thing is going to happen 
to Tania."

For one of the few times in his life, Morgan Dashwood 
found himself without words as he sat stunned by Flo's 
revelation, his thoughts as jumbled as leaves blown by 
the wind. Nowhere in his plans had he taken this type 
of bombshell into account. Tania's Aunt Millie, her 
mother's sister, was a convert and her mom thought 
Tania would be too.  

Did that mean Flo would be more accepting of Tania's 
following in her aunt's footsteps or would she fight 
Morgan's hidden plans for her daughter all the harder 
because of what happened to her sister? There had to 
be a way to turn his to his advantage, he just had to 
find the safe path through this haunted forest.

With a fresh mug of coffee in her hands, Flo began to 
tell the tale.  Like Tania, Millie matured early, even 
earlier than Tania. By six her breasts resembled a 
pair of ripe plums glued to her skinny chest. Within a 
year she was wearing a B-cup bra; less than another 
year had passed before she moved up another size. Not 
only larger than those of her contemporaries, her 
mounds were super-sensitive. Just the brush of the 
fabric could be enough to bring her nipples to 
attention. Even adult men found their gazes wandering 
to the vicinity of the second and third buttons of her 
blouse.

Her "special friend" arrived before she was eleven, 
but Millie's initial menstrual outflow had been 
preceded by the insertion at least three of her other 
"special friend's" cocks. After the onset of her 
periods, her mother had put her on the pill. She knew 
full well what Millie was up to and, although she 
didn't approve, she also knew there was no controlling 
her; not with the blood curse in effect. The last 
thing she wanted was to have her child pregnant at 
such an early age.

"OK, stop there for a minute. You keep mentioning this 
'blood curse.' But you still haven't told me what it 
is. You mean her period?"

"No, not that. The blood curse is a legacy of the 
Great Disaster, one passed on to women descended from 
my mother's kin. In every generation, one female is 
born with genes that cause her, not only to grow up 
before her time but also to develop a set of huge 
tits, well out of proportion to the rest of her body.  
With breasts that big, most of these women find their 
way to a dairy farm. Some go by choice, some against 
their will but go they do. Very few have escaped their 
fate no matter how hard they or others try.

"When she turned 14 Millie had announced to everyone 
at her party she wanted to be a cow.  Our mother tried 
hard to prevent it; she didn't believe in fate, family 
history to the contrary. She wrote to the school 
counsellor forbidding her from seeing Millie. In those 
days you could do that sort of thing and, since the 
age of emancipation was 18, Mum thought she was on top 
of the whole thing."  Millie stopped her recitation to 
take a sip of coffee.

"She was too for almost a year.  Then Millie came home 
pregnant. Seemed that one of her classmates' father 
worked at a dairy farm. His son told him about Millie 
and, after seeing her in the flesh and I do mean in 
the flesh, he agreed to sneak her into the dairy's 
breeding pens in exchange for unlimited blowjobs for 
him, a few selected farmhands, and, of course, his 
son. 

My sister was clever about it too. Lot of low cunning 
in that girl once the curse hit. Flushed the pills 
down the toilet so Mum would think she was still 
taking them. Never was out at the farm for more than 
an hour, so Mum wouldn't wonder where she was. 

"For a few months it was quite the sport out at the 
dairy, watching my sister being bred by bull after 
bull until she caught," Flo related, the bitterness at 
her sister's betrayal still evident in her voice. 
"That's why Millie'd only suck off the farmhands and 
why they watched every mating. My sister needed to be 
able to prove to the judge it was a bull's offspring 
she was carrying, not a human's. If it was a bull's, 
by law that made her a cow and the court would have no 
choice but to order her conversion.

"Dad was more philosophical about the whole thing than 
Mum was; that's how men are and don't you try to deny 
it either Morgan Dashwood," she charged, her ire at 
the long ago events temporarily spilling over onto 
him.  "Mum was crushed by the whole thing, even though 
she knew it was almost inevitable. She started 
drinking until Dad put a stop to that. What he 
couldn't stop was her smoking. She'd never smoked 
until Millie walked up into the bed of the transport 
truck and let herself be chained to the bench. Mum 
died when she was 46, doc said it was emphysema. It 
wasn't. She just couldn't deal with the reality of it 
all."

Florence raised her eyes to Morgan's face, examining 
him with the intensity of a customs agent deciding 
whether to order a visitor strip-searched for smuggled 
goods.  Outwardly, Morgan exhibited no anxiety while 
inwardly inventive cursing was the order of the day. 
What was this woman up to?

Taking a deep breath, as though she had finally made a 
difficult decision long postponed, Flo exhaled it 
slowly through her nose.  

"Neither one of us is an idiot Morgan," she said 
forthrightly. "I don't think you are and I sure as 
shit hope you don't think I am.  I didn't invite you 
into my bed and my home just because I liked you or I 
thought you'd be a good fuck, even though both of 
those are true. You're living with me and Tania 
because you used be a talent scout for the dairy and I 
thought you'd be useful."

Holding up a hand to forestall any protest she 
continued. "You'll never take Scott's place, no one 
will. Don't get me wrong. I liked you before my 
husband died and I like you now. We make a decent 
couple; get along well enough together. You're not bad 
to look at in the morning, and our sex life is better 
than fair. 

"Maybe we've used each other, maybe we haven't. That's 
no one's business but our own. Neither one of us is 
looking for a declaration of undying love. We wouldn't 
believe it anyhow. You've been a good partner for me; 
I don't have any complaints and I haven't heard any 
from you either. All that's to your credit, but the 
biggest asset in your account was you could help me 
with Tania if she succumbs to the curse like I think 
she will."

If Flo's disclosure her sister had been a convert left 
Morgan reeling, her second that she might want him to 
help with her daughter's conversion knocked him to the 
canvas.

"Oh don't look so surprised, damn it. Save the shocked 
act for someone else who don't know you like I do. And 
don't even try and tell me you haven't run a practised 
eye over Tania once in awhile. Hell, she's practically 
got milk dripping from her knockers now, even I can 
see that. Those teats of hers have to scream 'convert 
me' to an old pro like you.

"I'm not some cold-hearted bitch. Every night since 
she was born, I prayed that Tania wouldn't wind up 
like her aunt. I'll do what I can to keep her out of a 
stall. What I won't do is be a martyr like my mother 
was. She used to preach to us girls the purpose of 
life was to accumulate the wisdom and understanding 
you needed to accept what it brings, yet she couldn't 
accept what happened to Millie and it killed her.  
That taught me life isn't about gaining wisdom but 
about gaining scar tissue thick enough to shield you 
from what happens next.

"What is it they always say? If life gives you lemons, 
make lemonade.  I've always wondered why lemonade. Why 
not lemon furniture polish or a lemon hand cream. 
What's so special about lemonade?"

Flo paused for a second, lost in thought, whitened 
knuckles on the fingers squeezing her coffee mug 
giving away the distress she was feeling.  "Shit I'm 
rambling on like an old lady with Alzheimer's.  Point 
is that things are what they are and wishing they 
weren't won't make 'em so. Never mind the lemons, if 
life gives you a candidate for cow, convert her."

As she uttered the last statement, tears began to run
freely down Flo's cheeks.  Chair scraping across the
floor, Morgan began to get up to comfort her only to
be told to sit back down.

"Don't you dare treat me like I'm some kind of fragile 
china doll. I got over Millie. I got over Scott. If I 
need to I reckon I can get over Tania too. Just rather 
not if I don't have to."

Unexpectedly, Morgan found an alien emotion creeping 
along the edge of his mind, a fifth columnist probing 
for a weak spot in his defensive barriers to exploit; 
compassion. Not enough to stay him from his selected 
course, Tania would be led to the auction block, but 
sufficient to try and soften the blow to Flo.

She was right, he wasn't in love with her; yet 
somewhere along the way this relationship of mercenary 
convenience had changed into something more. In his 
own way he cared for Flo, in their own fashion they 
did have a good partnership, one he'd like to see 
continue. 

Truth told, his was a lonely life; people in his line 
of work didn't have a lot of stability. Living with 
Flo had been a welcome respite from always being on 
the move, solitary sleep on lumpy motel beds, 
pedestrian blue plate specials at the diner, drinking 
a couple of beers with strangers and seeing the same 
movie for the fourth or fifth time.  

A man could do worse than settle down with a gal like 
Flo; hell he had for some time now.  Maybe, just 
maybe, after the deal for Tania went down they might 
build something together. Overcome for a moment by the 
delicate suffering of hope, he asked Flo what she 
wanted him to do.

Straightforwardly, Flo gave Morgan his marching 
orders. He was to find out Tania's state of mind. Was 
she thinking about conversion; if she was how serious 
was she?  

"If she hasn't made up her mind I don't want you 
encouraging her to be a cow, understand. It'll go hard 
for you if you do. There's more brokers out there than 
just you. You could make the 'sale' and lose the 
commission. I know you wouldn't want that." If Tania 
hadn't made up her mind, Morgan was to do everything 
he could to discourage her.

"If she's already made up her mind to be a dairy cow, 
not just a whim, a rock hard, set in stone, 
irreversible decision. What do you want me to do 
then?"

"That happens, you come back and we'll figure it out 
from there. Just make sure you've given it your best 
effort, I'll know if you haven't."

Morgan nodded his understanding, rationalizing his 
next move with the thought Tania had already made her 
decision. Teaching her the game while Flo was at the 
Samhin retreat didn't violate his pledge not to 
encourage her; it might have before the episode in the 
henhouse but not now. The curse had already fallen on 
Flo's daughter, sealing the girl's fate as it did her 
ancestors. 

If, in the unlikely event Tania couldn't play the game 
properly, didn't pass the test, Morgan would take that 
as a sign the girl really hadn't made up her mind and 
he would do all he could to dissuade her from even 
thinking about conversion.  His conscience clear or at 
least only slightly murky, he told Flo he'd start his 
probing this weekend.  

"It'll be easier for me to get close to her then. I 
think Tania will be less inhibited, open herself up 
more if you're not around. I may even take her 
somewhere other than the farm. I'll do my best have an 
answer for us by the time you get back from the 
retreat."

With a weary shrug of acceptance, Flo passed her 
daughter's future on to Morgan, consoling herself with 
the knowledge that, while she'd done everything she 
could to protect Tania from the curse, her actions 
would have the same effect as trying to keep dawn from 
a rooster. Tania's fate had been sealed when Ahriman's 
Curse had enveloped the earth.
