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Cannibal 4H

Chapter 4 A Maverick's Conversion

Cannibal 4H Chapter Four: A Maverick's Conversion by Eurytion
	
JOEY'S REVERIES about his first cannibal fair were inteòrupted by an
announcement from the flight deck. Initially in Japanese and then again in
English, the copilot announced that heavy traffic over Narita would mean at
least an hour's delay in landing at the Tokyo airport.
	
"I hope Mr. Inokuma knows we're going to be late," said Linda Sue. "I know it
was a long drive from his farm to the airport. I'd hate to have him just sitting
there waiting for us when he could be doing something else.
	
"Remember how mad your Dad was when we kept him waiting for us after the fair,"
she asked Joey. "Of course, once he found out about Valerie he calmed right
down. For a while there though I thought for sure we were in real trouble."
	
Mad didn't begin to describe his dad's mood, Joey reflected. Tired after
spending three hours midwiving a difficult birth with one of the breeding cows,
Dad had to drive the 45 minutes to the fairgrounds when Joey called to say the
pickup had broken down. Then, when he got there to pick them up, it was another
hour and a half before Joey and Linda Sue arrived.  Joey still wasn't sure what
his dad would have done if they hadn't had Valerie in tow when they finally
showed up.
	
It had been at the end of Joey's second Cannibal Fair and the weather that
August had been hotter than expected. Temperatures, usually in the low 80's, 
had soared into the 100's with a humidity to match. People were making jokes
about how, if nudity wasn't the prevailing mode of dress at the fair, folks
would be cooking without the need for the spit and a fire.
	
Despite operating the water mist coolers that had been brought in for the tents
at full strength, the searing sun and hot winds meant a slower, less energetic
fair. The familiar aroma of barbecued girl roasting over an open hickory pit did
little to make mouths water. They were too dry and it was just too hot. Bare
feet almost seem to sizzle on the baked ground like freshly cut breasts on a hot
Mongolian grill. Even Linda Sue had cut down on her usual number of visits to
the butchering tent, complaining that "the tent reeks this year and the flies
are awful."
	
 Children ran through hose end sprinklers while the most popular pastime for the
adults was the dunk tank.  Unlike previous years, the longest line wasn't for
contestants waiting to throw a ball but rather for volunteers who wanted to sit
on the seat above the water. The unrelenting heat had forced the organizers to
move most of the entertainment to the evenings when the temperatures would drop
to a more tolerable 85 degrees or so.
	
What shade there was on the grounds was proved by some old gnarled trees planted
years ago by the early settlers.  Having won a second blue ribbon for Geryon's
Cattle Farm, Joey was lounging underneath the dappled shade of just such tree
nursing a lukewarm beer and waiting for his dad when he heard a cacophony of
wailing coming his way. He looked up to see Linda Sue, her breasts bobbing up
and down like a pair of perpetual motion birds, pulling a young girl by her
hair. The girl was crying for her parents and trying hard to get away from Linda
Sue who also had a small rope tied around a wrist.
	
"Here you go Joey," said Linda Sue throwing the rope down to the dirt in front
of him. "I've brought you a little present. I hope you like it."
	
Joey looked up to see a familiar face look hopefully back at him. It was
Valerie, the 13-year old sister of his friend Billy. Billy's parents ran a farm
a few miles away from Joey . It wasn't  a human cattle farm. They raised corn,
soybeans and wheat. Joey's dad bought most of their crops to use in the feed at
the farm.
	
Valerie was, as most girls her age were, somewhat of a pest.  She'd had a crush
on Joey for a number of years and followed him around like a moonstruck calf
every time he'd come over to the farm to see Billy or pick up a load of grain.
During the last week of school, Valerie had become bold enough to put a note in
Joey's locker saying she was going to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance in the
fall.
	
Just after the summer started, Billy told Joey that Valerie has made an
important announcement at the family dinner.  She was going to grow up to be
prettier looking than that mean old Linda Sue who was always running around on
Joey. And she was going to become Joey's girl.
	
Of course the family had corrected Valerie, explaining the difference between
being Joey's "girl" or a cow and Joey's girlfriend. Billy laughed while he told
Joey who did have to admit it was pretty funny.  The humour was lost  on Linda
Sue who didn't even chuckle. In fact, a look came over her face as though she
had bit into a rancid lemon. Now Valerie was standing there acting like a kitten
about to be put into a bag of rocks and thrown into the pond.
	
"Oh, Joey," Valerie cried tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't let them do it
Joey. I know I had it and I know I can find it again. I had it when I went to
sleep. You know who I am Joey. Make them quit. Make them go away. Stop them,
please, stop them."
	
"Linda Sue, what's she talking about," he asked. "Why were you dragging her over
her and why do you have that rope around her wrist?"
	
"For Pete's sake," replied Linda Sue tartly. "Take a good look at what she's got
or better yet what she doesn't have."
	
Joey took stock of the sobbing female. Although Valerie had tried to flaunt her
little body during Joey's visits, this was the first time he had seen her au
naturale.  Her long blond hair was brushed straight back off of her face and
divided into two braids which hung down to the middle of her back.  A small
orange and white cameo of a young woman had been woven into one braid.
	
The face before him was really quite attractive for a kid her age despite the
dirt and tear tracks. With her hair pulled back into the braids her ears stuck
out a bit from the side of her head -- sort of cute really.  Her light green
eyes were set nicely above a button nose, the arching eyebrows adding emphasis.
Valerie's lips were full and set off nicely by the pink lipstick she was
wearing.
	
Valerie's skin, a creamy white with no hint of tan almost as though she never
got any sun, was taut against her bones.  Her puffy breasts gave just the merest
outline of what might some day be,  rising less than a quarter-inch from her rib
cage. Her youthful nipples were inverted deep into her aureole.
	
Arms that were thin without being gaunt;  ribs showing as the flesh worked its
way down to a well-defined muscular stomach --- probably comes of being a tomboy
mused Joey --- nice hips; a hairless pudendum with crinkled lips just beginning
to peep out; long, coltish legs almost out of proportion with the rest of her
body. All in all a fetching prepubescent female thought Joey and one that might
be quite a woman in a few years.
	
"Look, all I see is a young kid I've known for years standing in front of me,"
Joey said. "I don't know what it is you want me to look for."
	
"Joey, she doesn't have her identification badge. Under the rules of the fair
she's not human anymore. She's bipedal cattle who belongs to the first person to
register her. And that's going to be you."
	
Taken aback, all Joey could do was shake his head.  I can't believe that Linda
Sue really wants me to turn Valerie into a cow. Maybe I shouldn't have told her
that story, he thought.
	
While they were arguing about Valerie's fate a small crowd had gathered. As the
crowd grew in size a familiar man, wearing the traditional adjudicator's hat,
walked over to join them.
	
"OK, what's going on here," said Al Crenshaw obviously displeased at being
called out from an air-conditioned trailer into the blazing heat.
	
Linda Sue told Al that she had found Valerie sleeping in the fairgrounds without
an identification badge. That, she said, made her a stray and officially put her
up for grabs.
	
Joey protested that everyone here knew who Valerie was and she wasn't bipedal
cattle.
	
After breaking up the crowd, Al put Valerie into a temporary holding pen and
brought the pair of bickering paramours inside the trailer.
	
"Joey, there's no two ways about it. If you have your identification badge on
you're human. If you don't you're somebody's next meal," Al explained. "It
doesn't matter how long or how well we've known her. Valerie doesn't have on her
badge. That means she's about to become a conversion. You don't have to like it.
I don't have to like it. We sure know she doesn't like it and neither will her
family.  But that's the way it is.
	
"You really have a couple of choices. Ordinarily, since Linda Sue found this
girl, she gets the first claim on her. She's willing to let that opportunity go
to you. If you don't want to claim Valerie then the rules say that she is
auctioned off to the highest bidder. Or I can declare her the property of the
fair, have her slaughtered on the spot and get her on a spit in time for
tonight's banquet. It's your choice son.
	
"Now I'm going out to give that cow -- and Joey that's what she is now a cow,
not a young lady -- a calmative we use on nervous animals. The drug will also
help start her conversion. Then I'll put the ear tag on her. That will take
about fifteen minutes or so. When I get back here I expect you to have made your
decision."
	
As he left the trailer, Al turned to Linda Sue. "One other thing, there's no bed
in this trailer but if you were planning on trying to 'convince' Joey to do what
you want, you might just find a couple of air mattresses in the closet over
there."
	
The argument that followed was titanic even if it only lasted ten minutes. In
the end, without having to drag the air mattresses out, Linda Sue got her way.
	
"Joey, quit being so stubborn," she demanded. "You heard Al. Valerie doesn't
exist anymore. What's waiting out there in the pen isn't Billy's sister. It's a
cow, livestock, a meal on two legs and a tasty looking one at that.
	
"You've been talking about that new project for months now. That cow would be
perfect. She's the right size, the right age. If you're squeamish about it, you
don't even have to do the conversion. We can drop her off at McCain's and have
them process her for you. You're a human cattle raiser.  She's human cattle.
What will your dad say if you let that cow go to someone else?"
	
For Joey, that was the convincing argument. He sure didn't want to tell his dad
he turned down the chance at a free human heifer and a quality one at that.
	
Friend of the family or not, Joey knew his dad would call him an idiot or worse
for not staking his claim on Valerie when he had the chance. He couldn't even
begin to imagine what else his dad would do, probably tell Joey he was too
softhearted to be a human cattle rancher. Maybe even stop him from raising
stock.
	
Nope, Joey decided, the missing badge had sealed Valerie's fate and there was
nothing he could do to change that. They would both just have to live with the
consequences although Joey could look forward to a longer and more pleasant
life.
	
When Al reentered the trailer, Joey reluctantly told him he'd be claiming
Valerie. Walking around to the far side of the desk, Al opened a drawer and
pulled out a claim form. When Joey moved next to Al to sign the papers he
thought he saw something white and shiny in the drawer. That must be were they
keep the spare ID badges he thought to himself.
	
They found Joey's dad waiting out in the dusty parking lot.  Red-faced and
sweating he took a deep breath to begin yelling at Joey for being late but
stopped when he saw Valerie trailing behind at the end of a rope. In a few
sentences, Linda Sue filled him in on Joey's most recent acquisition, leaving
out Joey's reluctance to claim her. Joey's dad's mood changed almost
immediately. With a smile on his face he agreed to detour over to McCain's and
even asked Linda Sue to stay over for supper. "I'll have the missus make one of
your favourites; barbecued bull pricks with pinto beans. Afterwards you and I
can go out and pick some raspberries for dessert."
	
A little over two months went by before the cattle trailer from McCain's rolled
into the farm yard. Joey and Linda Sue had spent that time getting the barn
ready for Joey's newest project ---human veal.
	
Cow number 701, for that was Valerie's new designation, would reside in a
specially prepared addition to the barn, the veal pen.  Unlike the rest of the
barn, which provided plenty of natural light, the new veal pen had no skylights
or windows.  Sunlight or moonlight was unknown here. Even the balanced white
light provided by the barn's artificial lights to encourage tanning and vitamin
A production in the normal herd was absent.
	
In its place was a pallid vermilion luminescence caused by a special lighting
system. The effect was not unlike being in a darkroom or the nocturnal animal
section of the zoo, although some of the more zealous human cattle rights
crusaders likened the effect to a decent into hell.
	
While the dim red lights dampened the ability to discern colours, creating a
monochromatic world, seeing wasn't really a problem. At least not after a
person's eyes got used to the twilight conditions.
	
The darkness was an important part of the process. Any light would encourage cow
701 to move around and would stimulate the production of unwanted hormones and
enzymes. These would, in turn, darken and toughen the meat resulting in a lower
grade of veal. The only illumination would come during the three daily feeding
and care periods and then only for to 15 to 20 minutes.
	
Awaiting the arrival of Joey's newest girl was a veal cage. This diminutive
enclosure was deliberately built so that cow 701 would not be able stand
upright, stretch or turn around. The intent was to prevent movement and any
muscular development. Cow 701's muscles would gradually soften and atrophy from
disuse.
	
The final component was a special feeding regimen. Solid foods were a thing of
the past for cow 701.  Her new diet would be a liquid one, deliberately lacking
in iron and other nutrients but high on fat. While the other human cattle on the
farm were raised to be hale and hearty with full and even tans, cow 701 would be
raised to be ashen and anemic resulting in the delicate and tender veal so
prized by gourmets. To help assure a high-quality product, the formula contained
bio-engineered enzymes which would incrementally break down muscle tissue.
	
Raising good human veal was a tricky proposition, requiring dozens of
interlocked determinations in a complicated balancing act. One of the key
decisions was when to harvest. Too soon and the meat could be tough and stringy.
Too late and the meat could be gelid and tasteless. Joey's task would be made
all the tougher because cow 701 was to be his entry in the next Cannibal 4-H
Fair. His harvest date was predetermined. He would have to work backwards from
the date of the judging to make sure that his cow was at her peak for the
competition.
	
It was late afternoon when the cattle transport from McCain's slowed to a stop
in the yard, dust from the road settling behind it. Jim McCain stepped from the
truck, a clipboard in hand.
	
"Hey Joey, how ya doin'," he asked? "Got yer conversion here. Where do ya want
her?"
	
"Hey, Jim, I'm doing all right," replied Joey. "Let's unload her here so I can
get a look at her and we'll move her to the barn for depilating and then into
the pen. She give you any trouble while you had her?"
	
"Ya know how conversions are. They can't believe its happenin' to them. Make all
kinds of offers if only you'll let them go. Try to get away. This one wasn't
much different than the others. She's settled down nicely now. I think she'll
behave just fine for ya. Funny thing though..."
	
"What?"
	
"Well, her family never came by. Usually with a local conversion like this, we
at least get a phone call offerin' to buy her back. Most of the time they show
up wavin' money like a white flag. But with this one, nothin'. Really pretty
strange."
	
That, explained Joey, was his dad's doing. Since a good portion of Valerie's
family's income came from sales to the farm, an accommodation was quickly
reached. Prices would increase this year for the soy, corn and wheat. The extra
money would more than compensate for the loss of a careless daughter.	
	
Joey checked to make sure his instructions for the conversion had been followed.
He didn't want the girl to be treated roughly, the conversion was to have been
done as compassionately as possible.
	
"Nuthin' to worry about there, Joey," said Jim. "We gave her the kid glove
treatment, no electric shock, no physical punishment. That's why it took us so
long. Normally, we'd have had her back to you in about three weeks, four if she
was extra stubborn."
	
And she's still a...Joey started to ask.
	
"Oh yeh, she hasn't been popped. That's not to say the boys & I didn't have a
little fun. Ya know that's part of the process. Have to break her will; let her
know she's just farm stock now.
	
"The second week she was there she sucked off five of the hands, thought they
were gonna to let her go afterwards. Fat chance of that, I'll tell ya. She did
me twice that night. She's got a hot, sweet little mouth on her. Swirls that
tongue like a mini-twister when she gets goin. For such a littl' thing she sure
can create a big vacuum. If a wang wasn't in the way, her cheeks would be
touchin when she sucks; you almost wait for her head to collapse like that kid's
in the pop commercial.
	
"Got to be a regular thing, her doin one or two guys with each meal. She'll take
to the feed hose real good for ya once ya get her in the pen.
	
"Well, anyhow, just sign here," he said, holding out the clip board for Joey,
"and we'll get her unloaded."
	
While Joey was talking with Jim, Linda Sue had made her way out of the barn. She
was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a red bandanna-style halter top. Her skin
was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; her legs lightly speckled with straw
and other debris from the barn.
	
"Afternoon Jim," she greeted the visitor. "See you've got the new cow with you.
Sorry I wasn't out here earlier but I was milking the bulls.  I don't care what
the new technofarmers say. I still think you get more semen production when you
milk by hand than with one of those automatic ejaculation machines."
	
Linda Sue had made the milking a regular part of her routine on the farm. Joey's
dad was pleased enough by the results that most of the bulls were handled by
Linda Sue's method. And, since the veal project had started, Linda Sue had been
more careful around the bulls.
	
She made sure they were properly restrained and in the milking stall, did only
one bull at a time, knelt down in front to do the milking instead of standing
between two bulls and, although she still used the sight of her bare breasts to
stimulate the animals, kept her shorts on tight. Linda Sue might still fantasize
about becoming a cow but it didn't seem like she was going to let it happen by
accident.
	
"Howdy, Linda Sue," Jim responded. "I'm almost envious of them bulls if you're
doing the milkin. Still, I'd prefer to keep all my equipment intact if ya know
what I mean. And having my member ending up as somebody's tube steak sandwich
isn't my idea of a good time.
	
"But, if you need anybody to practice your technique on..."
	
Linda Sue laughed. "Jim, if your wife Sarah found out you'd been visiting
another milkmaid besides her, keeping your equipment intact would be the least
of your worries."
	
Jim shook his head ruefully and agreed. "Well, let's get this cow out of the
trailer so we can all get on with our work."
	
Walking around to the back of the trailer, Jim removed the pins holding the gate
in place and lowered the ramp.  With a little encouragement from Jim, cow 701
emerged slowly from the rear of the trailer stepping off the ramp to stand still
in the barnyard.
	
This was the first time Joey had seen his stock since she had been dropped off
at McCain's for conditioning. Physically, she resembled the Valerie he
remembered but any trace of the personality that had been Valerie's was gone.
	
In place of the bounce and animation, Joey saw lethargy and docility. Hopeful
curiosity had been replaced with passivity and meekness. Cow 701 might look like
a human but now was nothing more than subdued bipedal cattle.
	
Joey grabbed a herding staff which was leaning against a nearby fence and
approached his new cow. A single nudge from the rod made 701 turn around, a
second high across the back of her shoulders made her bend over.  Joey ran his
hands over the cow's back and ribs. Her skin seemed unmarked. His hands
travelled further down her body, reaching her taunt buttocks. The cheeks
clenched together.
	
This won't do, thought the young rancher. Placing the staff down, he used both
hands to pull the cheeks apart. His right index finger explored the young cow's
anal pucker. 701 lunged slightly forward at the touch but pressure from Joey
steadied her in place. He pressed his finger against the ring, testing its
elasticity with the pad of his finger but being careful not to penetrate into
the rectum.
	
"Seems pretty tight back here," he said to Jim. "She's a bit jumpy though."
	
"No reason for it not to be tight," the conversion specialist replied. "Like I
said, we followed your instructions to the letter. That's probably why she's
jumpy. Most conversions get used in every way possible. This one's still a
virgin in both holes. Just like you wanted."
	
Joey used the staff to stand 701 up again.  He continued his examination down
her thighs and calves. The gap between her thin legs widened until it reached
its apex at her knees and then began to narrow. The muscles of her legs were
firm but not hard.
	
Another nudge of the staff turned the cow around. For the first time since she
had arrived Joey got a good look at her face. The braids from the fair were
gone. In their place her long champagne tresses hung free on either side of the
shoulders. The eyes were focused, not on her new master, but on the ground. Lips
bare of lipstick seemed to be a little fuller, probably from the workout at
every meal.
	
701's breasts were still mainly potential, potential that would be denied
fruition by her current station in life. Unlike the inverted nipples Joey
remembered from the fair, her little nubbins now stuck out although only about a
quarter of an inch.
	
Linda Sue, who until now had been content to watch, stepped up to the cow.
Moistening the tip of a finger in her mouth, she began to draw lazy curlicues
over first one and then the other of the nascent bumps. This stimulation not
only led the cow's nipples to erection, Linda Sue's own mammary tips were
visibly inflated.
	
Amused by Linda Sue's behaviour, Joey reflected that something about a cow's
nipples seemed to always attract his girlfriend's rapt attention. For himself,
Joey preferred more enterable delights which allowed him to delve deeper for his
satisfaction.
	
Knelling, his scrutiny now moved on to the cow's vulva. Here, Joey imitated
Linda Sue, first wetting a finger and then gently rubbing on 701's lips. After a
few vertical strokes, the cow's natural lubrication took over. The moistened
lips began to part like an envelope being steamed open.
	
Joey switched his attention to the cow's clitoris, kneading it back and forth. 
701'S dampness increased and her knees began to bend. Joey stopped his
ministrations and stood up, shouldering Linda Sue out of the way. He took the
cow's head in his hands tilting her face up until her eyes locked with his.
	
For Joey, this was the most important test of the day.  Who would be reflected
back at him from those eyes? Would it be Valerie or Cow 701?
	
The seafoam green eyes looked directly into his. In their depths Joey
saw.....nothing. No sign of recognition, no sign of the little girl who vowed to
ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Only the placid, tranquil gaze of an
unconcerned farm animal.
	
Joey let the head drop back down, thankful that McCain's seemed to have done
their job well. If it had been Valerie who had looked back at him, well, he
wasn't sure what he would have done.
	
"Jim, you've done a good job here," said Joey. "Thanks a lot. Just send us the
bill and I'll be sure you get your fee and a little bonus."
	
Jim silently nodded his thanks as he ambled back to the truck. Joey turned to
Linda Sue, "It's time to take this cow to the depilatory. She's still not
showing any signs of public hair but the hair on her arms and legs has to go.
Have one of the hands put her in the tank. If you want, you can do it but be
sure you wear the gloves, cap and coveralls."
	
Early in his career as a junior cattle rancher, Joey had made the mistake of
dipping new stock without the proper protection. Some of the hair on his arm
still hadn't grown back.
	
"After she's been dipped," Joey continued, "you can cut and style her hair.
While you're doing that, I'll go tell Dad she's here and file the paperwork from
McCain's. By that time, you should be done.  Then we'll introduce her to the
cage and call it a day."
	
Joey started off in the direction of the house. Linda Sue took a waist halter
from the fence and placed it on cow 701. These implements were an essential part
of human cattle ranching, designed to aid in handling cows. A tug on the
halter's lead was enough to get the animal moving in the right direction.
	
As she walked the human cattle into the prep room, Linda Sue began a one-sided
conversation.  "Well, Valerie," she voiced, "looks like you were right after
all.  You told your family you were going to be Joey's girl and you sure are,
all the way to Crenshaw's meat counter. Al's already got customers on a waiting
list for you. The best part is that some of them are your relatives.  Your folks
aren't on it but Al tells me your Aunt Janet & Uncle John paid a nice amount to
be at the top of the list. Guess they didn't like your smartass ways anymore
than I did.
	
"Your Mom & Dad probably knew it wouldn't look right for them to be buying their
own little girl. But I bet their mouths are watering at the thought of having
Braised Veal Shanks or Veal Piccata the Sunday after you're slaughtered. I hear
Billy even bought  Aunt Janet a copy of '50 Meals You Make with Veal' for
Christmas."
	
After hearing the last, cow 701 stumbled. "So, there's still a little bit of
Valerie somewhere in there. That's good," Linda Sue said cruelly. "I want you to
know what happens to little girls who are careless about whose boyfriend they go
after and where they sleep."
	
The monologue came to an abrupt end as they entered the prep room. Only Luke,
the oldest of the hands on the ranch was on duty. Linda Sue explained that she
was there to get the new cow ready for the veal pen. Could Luke be a dear and
fill one of the tubs while she changed?
	
After tying 701's lead to the wall, Linda Sue grabbed a coverall from the rack
and entered the dressing room. Once she had stripped, the buxom lass began to
pull on the Tyvek jump suit only to stop when the zipper reached her breasts.
	
Pulling the zipper back down, Linda Sue placed her right hand on top of a now
soggy cunt. First one and then two fingers slipped in and out of her cunt.
Moving faster she used her thumb of her left hand to massage her clit. Thoughts
of Valerie turned into medallions of veal stacked on a platter spurred her on to
more frenzied efforts, four fingers now plunging her pussy. Suddenly, the vision
began to change. The medallions of veal were being replaced by something else.
	
It was the Cannibal 4-H Fair. And Joey and his friends were there. But where was
she? Now Joey was pointing to a carcass slowly turning on a spit. His friend
were slapping him on the back as though they were congratulating him. Was this
one of Joey's prize winners being barbecued?	
	
Then Linda Sue realized that she was on the spit. It was her body being
slathered with tangy red barbecue sauce; her skin crisping over the hickory-fed
flames; her nipples blackened and steaming that Joey was chewing in his mouth.
In an instant she came with a force that left her disoriented.
	
Slowly realization of her present surroundings returned. This had been the most
vivid fantasy yet. Was it a sign or a warning? Shaking her head from side to
side, Linda Sue finished donning the jump suit and reentered the prep room. Luke
was just topping off the stainless steel tank with defoliator.
	
Thanking him for his efforts and assuring him that she could handle a young
heifer like this with one hand tied behind her back, Linda Sue dismissed Luke.
After placing Valerie's --- and Linda Sue only wanted to think of her as
Valerie, it was more pleasurable that way --- hair into a Tyvek hair cap and
coating her eyebrows with petroleum jelly, she removed the waist halter and led
the girl up the platform and over to the tank.	
	
Linda Sue entered the tank with the girl. While this was not the normal
procedure, it was common enough that the farm provided its hands with full body
jump suits. The girl twitched a little as she felt the sting of the tank's
chemicals. Just a few minutes would be enough to assure that no hair ever  grew
again on skin exposed to the tank's mixture.
	
Even with the two of them in the tank, the defoliator only came up to the
13-year old's shoulders. Linda Sue used the tank's restraint straps to tie
Valerie's legs and arms spread eagle to the side of the tub. This allowed both
better access by the solution to what the young girl had once called her
"private parts" and made it easier for Linda Sue to use a sponge on Valerie's
neck and face. Once this was done, the only hair Valerie would sport would be
the farm's trademark bun.
	
Linda Sue restarted the monologue that had been interrupted by their arrival at
the prep room. "Valerie, I wasn't really being truthful about your aunt and
uncle. They're not at the top of the list. I am. Al liked my offer even more
than the cash from Janet and John. Don't worry though. There's going to be
enough of you to feed your whole family a couple of meals."
	
The girl began thrashing. In her haste to finish before Joey arrived, Linda Sue
had not properly tightened one of the bindings around 701's wrist. Now the cow
was working that arm free. Alarmed at her carelessness, Linda Sue leaned forward
to tighten the restraint. But before she could yank on the strap, 701's fingers
closed around the zipper on Linda Sue's jump suit and pulled it down a half
inch. Immediately, some of the tank's content entered through the opening.
	
Securing the restraints more forcefully than necessary, Linda Sue felt only
disgust. That shouldn't have happened, she thought to herself. If I'd been
paying attention to what I was doing, it never would have. Still, maybe it's not
all that bad.
	
Taking a deep breath, Linda Sue unzipped the jump suit the rest of the way down.
After only a few moments of difficulty, she had completely removed the coverall
exposing her entire body, save her head, to the defoliant.
	
Across from her, a stunned 701 stood silently. Although her conversion had been
a lengthy and extensive one, it had not been total. Such transitions from free
human to livestock very rarely were. In a distant part of 701's mind, Valerie
still existed.
	
But while 701 was resigned to its fate, the portion that was Valerie raged,
raged against the dying of the light. The knowledge that Valerie the human had
of 701 the cow's ultimate destination was too painful to face. And so the cow
forced Valerie into the farthest recesses of its psyche, only allowing her to
emerge under the most stressful of circumstances. Still, to see a human
voluntarily take a step toward becoming bipedal cattle, even a conversion had to
be in awe of that.
	
By the time Joey returned, Linda Sue had hosed down Valerie, taken a shower
herself and redressed.  Valerie's flaxen mane was now shorn and styled into the
familiar bun. The waist halter was back in place.
	
Linda Sue had no intention of telling Joey what had happened in the tank,
calculating that he would never find out. After all, she had been shaving off
all her public hair for over two years.  Joey wouldn't notice the lack of
stubble. Now at least, she could stop with all the bikini waxes and other
tonsorial tortures she'd been putting herself through to remain smooth.
	
They took cow 701 out of the prep room and through the barn.  Although she
didn't know it, cow 701 was getting her last glimpse of natural light until the
Cannibal 4-H Fair began.
	
Entering the veal pen was a two-step procedure. First the trio passed though a
door into what Joey called the ready room. The room was designed to allow a
person's eyes to adjust to the lighting that was used inside the pen. 
	
The walls and ceiling of the room were painted in a dark, undeterminable colour.
Opening the door automatically caused dim overhead lights to come on. Halfway
down the length of the room a curtain composed of heavy strips of thick black
vinyl descended from the ceiling to the floor.  While easy enough to push
through, the individual strips formed an overlapping opaque barrier which
blocked the light from the open door.
	
On the other side of the curtain there was a second door which lead directly
into the veal pen.  Above the door was a small sign which read "Welcome To
Ragnarok," placed there as a joke by Hela, one of the few women beside Linda Sue
who worked on the farm as a hand. A small bench was located on the wall to one
side of the door, restraining rings and rods mounted on the other.
	
Joey fastened 701's halter to one of the rings then reached for a switch next to
the door. A push of a button turned the insufficient white lights of the room to
an even dimmer red. The ready room was now illuminated in the same manner as the
pen. Once his vision was able to pick out the room's detail, Joey got up and
removed the halter from cow 701, hanging it on the wall. Opening the Ragnarok
door, he herded 701 through as Linda Sue trailed behind.
	
The room was quite small, not even 20 foot by 20 foot. It contained some storage
cabinets and shelves,  a sink, a small shower without a curtain and a veal cage.
	
The veal cage measured 42 inches high, 36 inches wide and 60 inches deep. It was
made of smooth oak slats.  It sat in the middle of the pen on a concrete floor.
The door to the cage lifted up and was held open by pegs. Inside the cage a 
small pad covered a quarter of the floor. A portion of the floor was without
slats. Here, a hole had been placed in the concrete to allow 701 to relieve
herself.   A small round spigot attached to the cage's sidewall.
	
When 701 was thirsty, she could drink from the spigot. Centred at the end of the
spigot was a small plastic rod. The spigot was activated by placing it in the
mouth and pushing the rod into the spigot with the tongue. This moved a ball
valve back enough to allow a water flow for as long as the tongue held the
spigot back. The water was stored in a reservoir mounted below the level of the
spigot. This would cause the animal have to suck the water from the container.
Once 701 stopped sucking, the law of gravity would ensure that the water would
stop flowing.
	
Feeding would take place outside the cage. Prior to being given a meal, the cow
would be washed, either in the shower or with a hose running from the shower and
the cage would be cleaned. Once every other day she would receive a clean cage
pad. Other than the cleaning and feeding, 701 would have no opportunity for
exercise. She would spend the rest of here time on the farm in the cramped
confines of the cage.
	
Used to the relatively open space of a stall, 701 balked at entering the cage.
Joey had to make firm use of the herding staff to shepherd the bipedal cow into
her new residence. It was a tight fit, just as it had been designed to be. Once
inside, the former neighbour girl was clearly having difficulty in finding a
comfortable position.  The height of the cage was inadequate for her to stand
in. There was just barely enough room to lay down. Feeling parched after her
ordeal, she settled for kneeling in front of the spigot, and taking a drink of
water.
	
Joey watched with some fascination as the cow's cheeks reached inward to each
other. If Linda Sue wasn't here I'd give this girl her feeding, he thought. 
Then I'd see just how much Jim was exaggerating. Although, by the way the level
in the jug is going down and the fact that there's no water dripping from her
chin, I think the chances are pretty good that he might even have been
understating her prowess.
	
Leaving 701 to get used to her new home, Joey escorted Linda Sue from the veal
pen. As they exited the barn, Joey asked Linda Sue if she'd like to have dinner
and maybe go for a walk afterwards only to have his girlfriend decline.
	
"It's been a long day for me Joey and I'm really tired. Don't take this as
anything personal but all I want to do is go home and crawl between some nice
smooth sheets on top of a firm mattress."
	
"What a coincidence. That's just what I had in mind."
	
"Joseph Geryon, I know better than that. The sheets weren't only the things you
had in mind to crawl between; my thighs were going to be next. Joey, I wasn't
kidding when I said I was tired. I don't even think I've got the strength to
take a bath before I go to bed."
	
Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Linda Sue opened the door of her car. "I promise
I'll be more receptive tomorrow after I get some sleep." 	
	
Joey furrowed his brow in puzzlement as the motorcar left the yard.  Usually,
after a day on the farm,  Linda Sue was as horny as a maiden aunt at a
bachelorette party   She must really be exhausted if she's too tired to want to
shag.
	
With the sound of Linda Sue's horn honk echoing in the distance, Joey retraced
his steps to the barn. There was still time to give cow 701 her first feeding
before he called it a night.



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