Posted by Israeli guy. on November 30, 2001 at 13:22:01:
(f consensual, canibalism)
"Hello children. Today in home economy class we have a very special guest. Please welcome Mary the cow." The teacher, Mr. Corn, then moved his hand towards a smiling woman of medium hight, full but not fat, with exceptionally large tits. She was wearing very ordinary clothes. A short green skirt, and a thin pink blouse. Mary was smiling, and the first thing anybody noticed about her was that she was a very happy and satisfied woman.
"Hya all." said Mary, "Today you are going to learn a very important lesson. As all of you know, most of the meat that people eat come from farm animals : cows, pigs, chicken etc. What many of you don't know is that in the last years humans are also accepted as farm animals on a voluntary basis. This means that everyone of us who wish to become an active part of the food chain is allowed just that. Such people are taken to special farms and treated like animals. The women may choose to become milk cows for as long as they wish, before they are butchered for their meat. Males are only used for meat, with the exceptional few that are allowed to help breed the female cows, and that's also for a limited period of time. In my five years as a domesticated milk cow I gave birth to two healthy and beautiful suckling cows, and I had many studs along the way, all of which have been butchered long ago. Do you have any questions ?"
There were a few whispers in the room, as what the students heard so far was very exciting, but they still had to digest the idea. This went on for about a minute, and the teacher and Mary gave the students that time.
Eventually a girl called Lora stood up and said : "My name is Lora. My question is : What made you choose this path, aren't you afraid to ... die ?". Lora sat down.
"An excellent question, Lora. There are many possible reasons that may lead one to take such a step, many simply like the idea of themselves as meat. That's why most women join as meat and get butchered very quickly. For me it was all about awareness. I always felt that my body was made for giving. Women especially are built in a way that makes them life supporting creatures. Women give milk ...", there were giggles and whispers now in the classroom, which was unusual because until now everyone was very quiet and attentive as they found the subject very interesting. Mary ignored it and continued " ... women also give birth. Women have more fat so they make better meat. After a very stressful period in my life, in which I had a husband and two children, I found that breastfeeding my children was the best experience I ever had. It was better than sex. I started to realize that our true nature is one of eating and being eaten in the vast circle of life, and wished to change my life so they could serve that purpose, which I consider to be their true purpose. The rest was easy. Me and two other women who felt the same fought for our right to be cows, and after a fight, that right was acknowledged. Now we have over four thousand heads of cattle. About death, I always thought its something I shouldn't worry about, but unlike others, it took me some time to feel at ease with it. I want to be prepared and to enjoy that too. I'm not pressured by others, but I have a time limit. I want my meat to be tender and enjoyable, so I'll have to act soon enough, or they won't accept my meat as fit to butcher."
Another girl stood up : "I'm Susan. Do you actually ... like ... feel like a cow ?", and sat down. Mary answered "Well Susan, I think I've always felt like a cow. We are all animals, some just don't realize it. The treatment in the farm is not humiliating, just business like live stock handling. In the farm I'm always naked. In fact, its the first time in years I put on some clothes. I feel more natural without them. Also ..." Mary turned around, and lifted her skirt. Her ass showed, as also the fact that she didn't have panties. A big black mark on her left ass cheek, which was a circle with the letter "M" inside it appeared. Mary continued " ... upon arriving to the farm I was branded. Its part of the deal, and for me it was the time I first felt like a real cow, and knew that the farm was my home."
John was next : "What's a typical day of yours look like now ?". "Well, " said Mary, "There's the milking in the morning, I prefer by hand, some prefer the machine. After that we all eat cattle food, something to help the milk fill the breasts next morning again, unless they nurse suckling cows. The rest of the day is for breeding, one or two studs, sometimes three. And now and then we welcome new cows, or butcher others. Butchering days are the greatest. We all say goodbye to the meat cow, many times its a new girl, never to serve as a milk cow, but the most emotional are when its someone we know. The cows are always happy and excited, and after everyone said her goodbye in her own way, the cow is butchered and cooked."
"Please elaborate on these events", asked Mr. Corn, "after all, this is a home economics class."
"but of course", said Mary, with a larger smile than the usual. "The most common way is to lay the cow on a butchering table, hold her head, and cut the front of her neck. That's the way animals are done. The blood falls down to a bucket, and after a few convulsions it's over. This one is clean, fasts, and merciful. Of course, the cow doesn't eat some time before so her bowels are empty. The same with boiling alive, and beheading. The fast is spared if the cow is gutted, or if she is hung. hanging cleans the meat, and a good method for spitting, because you can lower the meat on the spit. We cook cows in various ways, just like any meat. Men also get to be cooked in the same ways. Their dicks are usually good for greasing the grill (again a few background giggles), but with boiling alive we get an extra sausage."
While Mary gave her last speech she couldn't avoid the flushed faces of some of the girls, some even touched themselves. She couldn't help but imagine some of them being prepared and roasted. Some of them must have imagined it themselves.
"where does the meat go ?", was the last question thrown from the end row. "Until today, only a small number of men and women took this step. The government had to allow them this choice, but didn't want a tax burden, so the cows on the farm have to cover the farmers expenses, and the meat goes to them too. Until now their appetite could handle it, but in the near future human meat will be available on special stores."
"Thank you Mary, that was very educational. Ok class, lets give a big hand to Mary the cow", said Mr. Corn. "The class exploded with noise the students made to make it clear is was their best home economics class ever. Happy Mary was even more happy, and bowed her head to the sound of the cheers. Leaning forward made her show some of the exceptionally big breasts, and the fact she didn't have a bra. She said her thank you's, and class was dismissed. It looked like Mary got herself some new fans because she was surrounded by some students after class. Both male and female students thought she was very hot. The boys were more interested in her huge pair, and were dreaming about nailing her on the table, which they knew would remain dream.
Mr. Corn actually had to send some restlessness signals to make all the students leave. "Well, this was all very nice, " said Mary, "but I have to get back to the farm. I lost some mighty stud action today, a big sacrifice, but I knew your lovely invitation had its price." Mr. Corn looked at ever smiling Mary with smiling eyes of his own, and said "Well Mary, it was a pleasure having you here with us. Before you leave, I thought you might be interested in watching our own food preparing equipment here. Our cafeteria has a rule of serving fresh food. We butcher our animals here. Would you like to take a look at our butchering equipment ? it wouldn't take long." "Well," said Mary a little restless, "I think I can spare a few moments, but not much more." Mr. Corn was assuring : "Don't worry, you'll enjoy that, just don't be shy to tell me if you are in a hurry."
Soon they were in the kitchen. Mr. Corn unlocked the door with his key. The kitchen was relatively small, and had lots of equipment. "Here Mary. As you can see we have all the basic cooking equipment. Ovens, pots, and grills. But I think you might be more interested in the butchering facilities." Mr. Corn opened a door on the left wall, and Mary found the sight very exciting." As you can see we have a butchering table ..." The walls had a few pigs and chicken hung on a hook, butchered, "... which we use for animals, but we also upgraded recently to equipment that can be used on yourself. This is very advanced machinery. Here you have the spitting chair ...", he pointed at a chair that looked very normal only it had arms and legs straps built in, and a rotating handle on the right side, "... The cow sits here, strapped, and then the pole comes into her ass going up like this ..." he rotated the handle, and a pole started to rise from the middle of the seat. "Here, have a seat." he said, and Mary sat, smiling as usual, a bit excited. "Next we have the gallows which is a simple noose dangling from a pole. No drop mechanism so you stand on something or you get pulled up." "That's nice," said Mary, that by now couldn't help touching herself, "I still prefer butchering over hanging, especially if there is no pole involved, but it does bring back some good memories. What's this ?" she said as she pointed to a device that had a guillotine blade with the complimentary wooden frame bellow, and a long table attached with a horizontal pole at the other end. "That's my personally designed spit-o-matic." Mr. Corn took a doll in the shape of a woman, stuck its neck in the wooden frame, and lowered it on the attached table so the pole pointed at its ass. "Its fully automatic. You just press this button ..." he pressed a button near the spit, and in a split second the blade removed the head of the doll that fell on the ground followed immediately by the spit springing, shooting in an instant through the doll, coming outside its neck. "... and a girl becomes spitted meat in an instant." Mary just stared mesmerized, mouth open, her finger digging violently into her cunt, at a loss of words for a moment, then she realized she was masturbating in front of Mr. Corn and said : "This is making me a little excited, you don't mind me touching myself a bit, do you ?" Mr. Corn, needless to say, found that to be a very fortunate turn of events. While Mary was talking he was already coming closer to her, on his way to stand behind the spit-chair. When he got there, he put his hands on Mary, first her shoulders, then sliding slowly onto her tits, he said with a sexy voice : "That's totally fine with me Mary. How can one tell meat not to act like meat ? And as you can see I want to touch you myself. I must confess that I always wanted to play with food. You always had such great tits, and now they are much bigger. All that milk you've been producing for a long time, mmmmm, I'd like to suckle some myself, not to mention how I'd love to compensate for your lost stud action." While he was giving his speech, Mr. Corn handled Mary's tits getting the occasional moan. He moved his hands slowly off her breasts, and slid his hands right into her blouse, giving her nipples some hard action. As hard as the nipples themselves became. Mary moaned with eyes closed, and acknowledged her desire to let Mr. Corn play with his new piece of meat. She enjoyed the way he removed her blouse, re-establishing her clothes free lifestyle, and pleasured herself with hands under her skirt, with two fingers poking into her cunt. Words were something very unnecessary as the action peaked. They both moved onto the butchering table, and Mr. Corn showed he was talented in other things than being a teacher. Slowly but surely his dick was thrusting into Mary's cunt while playing with her huge breasts, pulling on her nipples, giving her a mix of pleasure and pain, that Mary appreciated dearly. He kept on fucking her while lowering his head on her nipples, suckling slowly warm milk from her tits, while ramming into her cunt harder and harder. The both of them came very loudly.
Mr. Corn felt it was the right moment to "pop the question". He lifted Mary in his arms, looked into her eyes and said : "Mary, it was great fucking you. I don't know how to ask, so I'll just do it. Could you please let us have the honor of having you in our cafeteria ? your meat is so tender, like I just found out." Mary wasn't so surprised, considering where she was, but she let herself ponder for a moment. "Hmmmmm, well, it is time for me to realize my goal, but I want to be butchered with my friends on the farm around me, and I didn't fast so I'm full of shit as usual." Mr. Corn was very amused, and joined Mary with a good laugh, but he wasn't going to give up that easy. He said with a low sexy and pleading voice : "Come on Mary, we really need you, and I can gut you, its not such a big problem." He put his hands on her ass, and said : "I'd hate to see this prime cut eaten by the farmers, they get plenty anyway, pleeeeese." "Oh all right you flatterer, Mary said with a naughty smile. I'm all yours. Just let me tell the farm I'm not coming back, and you can butcher me."
She made a call with a cell-phone he gave her, and said : "I'm all yours, big guy. Do it, I don't care how, just make sure I'll be tasty." "with pleasure," said Mr. Corn. He took Mary to the wall on which the pigs and hens dangled lifeless on the meat hooks. It was just under a very active air conditioner, that kept the area at a low temperature. Without a fuss he pulled Mary up and pulled her down on a hook that entered the back of her neck. She hung on the hook kicking. He held her legs, pulled her skirt down, took a knife, and opened her belly. Her bowels fell to the floor, like most of her blood, and she stopped kicking. Mary was meat now, limp on her meat hook, fitting very well into her environment, body becoming cold by the air conditioner.
"Kind of messy", Corn thought to himself when he saw all the blood on the floor and on himself, but he was eager to cook the meat. He wanted that piece of meat to stay very fresh. Later that day, all the students that ordered a happy meal at the local cafeteria got Mary, the Merry hamburger.
Israeli guy.