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DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Green Eyes requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remains within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
The Origins of Jessica Chp. 1
By Greeneyes and BBQChef
The telephone in the living room rang. Setting down her novel, the brunette rose from her arm chair to answer it.
"Hello?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair over her ear, listening for a reply.
"Kim?" a familiar male voice questioned.
"Hi, yes?" Kimberly replied, listening intently.
"It's Serge," the voice identified itself as her friend.
"Oh hi!" Kimberly responded, smiling into the receiver. "How are you? What's new?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa next to the telephone.
"Not too bad," Serge replied, his slightly accented voice replied with a distinctly Slavic intonation. "You know, I think I'm really close-with the new Jessica I mean." he smiled.
"Oh you're still working on it?" Kimberly questioned, "Good for you! I'm so glad you haven't given up on your dream!" she smiled again, trying to encourage her friend.
"No, those were minor setbacks. Only one live spitting out of four on the first machine and two out of four on the second. A terrible mess I know, but I think I may be close to having the alignment issues licked," he explained to her.
"That's good," she nodded as they chatted, not wanting to consider the terrible mess he spoke of. "You sound pretty confident."
"I am. If I can break the 75% success barrier of manual live spitting and double or triple the speed of the process I'd make a mint off of Merle and he'd make a mint off of what my invention would do for his packing business," he said, dropping the name by accident, but secretly glad he did after doing so.
"Oh Merle Hill?" she asked with feigned non-chalance, but inwardly impressed.
"Yes. I know Hill's is a big celebrity these days but he still keeps a personal interest," he explained.
"So he's interested in your machines?" she asked getting excited for him.
"You bet," he began, gauging her enthusiastic response. "He told me personally if I can get this thing to work it'll be as revolutionary for his business as the microchip was for computers," he declared with no small degree of pride.
"That's incredible Serge!" she gushed, unable to conceal her happiness for him, knowing he hadn't had a lot to be happy about as of late.
"No it isn't. I've sunk a lot of my personal money as well as that of a few close investors into this thing and I've only had a few live whole roasters to show for my trouble," he paused in mid-breath, his tone becoming urgent, "But I'm close Kimberly, very close."
"I know you've really been balancing things haven't you?' she responded with heartfelt sympathy, knowing his tight financial situation.
"I have. It's been lots of stress between loosing Jessica last year and chasing my dreams it's run me ragged," he vented his heart to her.
"Ahttp://www...I'm sorry Serge," she moaned sympathetically, "Is there anything I can do?"
"Well, it's been tough getting whole roasters to test the latest machine, let alone an assistant. I was wondering..." he began wondering how to ask the question he was about to.
"They do get expensive don't they? It's a lot of at 125 dollars a sow," she cooed sympathetically, nodding into the telephone.
"They are, and my investors are getting very stingy about getting them for tests. If only I could have an assistant to help deal with the line up issues on the 3000 - that's my new machine by the way," he explained.
"Oh, you've got the 3000 version now?" she interrupted, not truly realizing how hard he had been working.
"Well, almost," he began to explain, "There's a prototype. It's got all of the final drive equipment and the attachments, but the various restraints for holding the sow are a little more elaborate than the final version will be. But I'm still looking for the right combination there."
"Oh yes," she nodded again, listening intently.
"So you were saying you wanted to help?" he asked, bringing her back to the subject at hand.
Kimberly paused before answering, nibbling her lower lip, anxious, "Ummm...what would I have to do?" She uncrossed and recrossed her legs nervously.
"Well, I need to mount you on the machine so that I can check some adjustments, make some alignments checks, for starters," he explained matter of factly.
"Oh!" the brunette exclaimed as the casual boldness that he made the request. She swallowed, feeling her heart flutter, "Jessica used to do that?" She had been reluctant to bring his ex-girlfriend's name up, but blurted out in her surprise.
"She did, but I guess it scared her too much. She left me over it. Thought I looked on her as a common sow. But damn it, I never flipped the switch on her."
"No, you didn't," she said sympathetically, reminded of her good friend's pain. "How many trial runs was she on the other 2 machines for?" Kimberly asked, stalling for time to think.
"Well, I put her in for six of the eight runs to make adjustments before running sows through the machine," he continued with his matter of fact explanation.
"Oh, well she didn't seem to be too worse for wear," Kimberly admitted, giggling nervously.
"Nope but I guess it freaked her out the see the sows get it right after she was in their place on the machine. I guess she figured her days were numbered
"Oh Serge, I don't think you would do that," she blurted out almost biting her tongue feeling as she just gave up her trump card for refusal.
"It was never my intention. I just need a consistent reference for calibrating my machine," he explained exasperated.
"Yes, I could see that," she responded, understanding. "I've never actually seen it, did you know that?" she informed him.
"Ah...really? Not even a photo?" he asked, surprised he hadn't included her in.
"No," she admitted, pausing a second, "That's so weird. - You and your secretiveness!" she admonished playfully. "Jessica only talked a little bit about it."
"I guess that's true. But you know there are some other companies out there trying to be the first," he explained.
"I only know that it spits sows, and is supposed to go faster than hand spitting for whole roasting, that's about it," she shrugged to herself.
"So what else did Jessy tell you?" he asked, using his pet name for his ex-girlfriend.
"Not a lot, can I see it before I say yes?" she bargained.
"Absolutely. I'm very happy that you're thinking of helping me out," he smiled with relief into the phone.
"Ok," she sighed to herself, relenting "When should I pop over?"
"How about later today? I'll be in the workshop all day tinkering with it."
"Ok, I guess I could do that 4 o clock?" she asked, nibbling her lip in thought.
"That would be great," he acknowledged with some relief that he might have a new assistant that he could trust with his secret.
"Ok, no promises now," Kimberly continued to hedge, "But I'll look."
"Not at all. doesn't hurt to look. I really appreciate it," he said agreeably, happy to have a chance to obtain another assist whom he could trust with his secret and would trust him.
"Sure," she intoned, smiling once again. "See you then?"
"Yes, absolutely;" he said before they said their goodbyes.
* * *
Kimberly checked her make-up in the rear view mirror before picking up her purse and getting out of her car to go to walk about the sidewalk of the non-descript bungalow and ring the bell. She glanced around his neighbourhood, surveying the other homes of similar look, a little anxious. She did not have to wait long.
The door opened, and behind it, was her smiling friend, Serge. "Ah, Kim, welcome, come in." He smiled, standing aside to allow her inside.
"Sure, thanks," she smiled, accepting his invitation. "Been busy?" she asked, stepping inside.
"Yes" he smiled proudly, glancing down at his oil stained lab coat. "Come on, my workshop is out back," he waived her inwardly cordially.
Kimberly followed him through the house and into the large backyard where a large metal shed, resembling a garage, stood at the end of the driveway. He paused at the door, holding it open for her before stepping through himself.
The space was flooded with bright fluorescent lights. On one side, were machines for cutting and working with metal, on the other side, an empty livestock cage. In the centre of the room was the machine, a complex jumble of stainless steel, leather pads and straps, motors, armatures and other gadgets. Polished to a shine, it dully reflected the overhead light.
"This is it?" Kimberly asked, pointing and looking to him for verification.
"Yup," he nodded with some pride. "The final version will have cleaner lines than the prototype but this is it. Let me give you a little tour. Makes more sense once it's been explained," he suggested, walking past her to introduce her to his invention.
"Ok," she nodded, letting him take the lead. "So how does it work?" she asked with a smile, trying to encourage him as he walked her over to the machine.
"The sow is put on this mark and a bar comes up and hits it behind the knees forcing it down on its knees here, you see?" her friend asked, pointing to two foot shaped marks painted on the floor at what she presumed was the end of the machine.
"Uh huh?" she nodded, questioningly as she placed her own feet on the two spots he indicated. "Like this?"
Encouraged by her interest he blurted out, "You want to try it out? The position I mean?"
Kimberly choked on her breath at his sudden invitation before giggling, "Nice try! But not just yet!" She waggled a finger at him, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Okay well," he began anew, not wishing to put her off the recruitment, "Once the sow is on its knees, this bar here," he pointed to a padded roller, "Rotates around and forces it to bend over putting the chest here on this pad and the neck and chin on this pad." he pointed, directing her attention to each location on the machine.
Kimberly licked her lips, letting out a ragged sigh, and flushing slightly. "Alright," she nodded, trying to compose herself at the thought of it. "That seems pretty simple," she continued to regain herself, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction.
"Before the sow can recover a strap is secured over the sow's neck here and another strap over the back here," he pointed to the broad leather straps as Kimberly wondered about those who had already been mounted on the machine. "The animal is fully secured within 3 seconds," he nodded with some degree of pride.
"That's quick!" Kimberly said, looking at him with wide eyes of amazement.
"That's the point!" he clapped his hands together excitedly for emphasis. "-Perfectly positioned in 3 seconds. Tits hanging down here ready to be filled, stomach here ready for the gutting knife and the pussy in the rear ready to receive the spit." Serge folded his arms across his chest, nodding proudly, gazing at her, hoping she found his design impressive enough and intriguing enough to become his assistant and help him.
Kimberly watched as he moved deftly around the machine, caught up in his passion, fascinated by the machine and its purpose. Trying to maintain her air of non-commitment, she continued with her questions, "Is the position perfect? You said that you were having troubles?"
"Yes," he nodded, conceding the point, "That is the biggest complication, finding just the right levels for the chest pad and the chin rest as well as the initial height of the rod so the spit passes through the animal without damaging any of the key organs." He fingered one of the spits absentmindedly as he pondered the problem even as they spoke.
"Oh..." she said, nibbling her lower lip, imagining the terrible thought, "-Some of the sows had that problem?"
"Yes, but I have a new method with a scanning laser level here to visualize the path of the spit through the body based on the settings on the Jessica," he explained his latest solution to the problem.
"Oh," she nodded, "You have been working hard."
"I have," he said, adding emphatically, "I'm telling you Kimberly, I'm really close."
"Looks like it!" she smiled at him, trying to erase his self-doubt with her reaction.
"Anyway," he nodded with a sigh, "Once I get the angle right, this motor here advances the spit slowly at first until it penetrates the sow's pussy." He said, directing her attention to the motor beyond the machine proper.
"Uh huh," she replied, looking at the motor, flushing again at the idea. "That's really intense."
Seeing the brunette's reaction he continued, sputtering with enthusiasm, "Once the system feels the resistance when it hits the back of the womb it sets a whole bunch of functions at once."
"Oh? Like what?" she asked, turning, to sit down on the end of the machine, crossing her ankles, the hem of her jumper sliding up her thighs.
"Well, the first the machine thrusts the spit forward entering the abdomen and speeds up a bit - at the same time these cups here," he began, moving to the side of the machine and pointing to them as she shifted to see, "under the hanging udders, pop up and suck in the sow's nipples. Then needles pop up and enter the udders and start to inject them with a fluid to help cook them and enlarge them. Makes for a better presentation of the meat don't you think?" he smiled.
"Definitely," she agreed, her feet swaying gently, dangling off the floor. "-Keeps them from splitting or drying out too." she nodded.
"Yeah, the old fashioned way was to put the sow on it's side after spitting on a table and use large syringes. Very tedious and messy too. But now, here, with this machine it happens as the spitting is done;" he smiled, unconsciously glancing at her chest with their discussion.
"Seems you've thought of everything," she nodded swept up with his enthusiasm and not noticing the glance.
"Yes, but that's not all," he persisted, before continuing. "Down here a knife pops up and into the sow's belly just above the pubic bone. It's quickly pulled across opening the belly," he pointed to the steel housing beneath the central pad of the thing. "The offal spills out here onto the disposal chute."
"Okay," she nodded, looking down at the ramp that jutted out the side of the contraption.
"Then another hose here is pushed into the anus and a jet of water cleans out the animal," he said, shifting to pick up a hose beneath her seat to show her. "Then this other extension, kind of like a large sewing machine you see," he pointed to another slot beneath the blade housing, "Is pulled across the open belly sewing it shut. Once that is done, filling is pumped in through the ass using the same plug that dispensed the water."
"Oh!" Kimberly said, a little taken by surprise by the talk of sewing, "I'm really impressed," she nodded, folding her arms across her chest defensively.
"Yes, by this time the spit is coming out of the sows mouth, the filling is done on both the belly and the udders," he nodded, going back to the spit ram, "As a final step, an anal stabilizer is dispensed here onto the spit rod and slid forward into the sow's ass." He picked up a bayonet with a bracket and adjustable bolt to fasten to the spit to demonstrate.
"That's really something," beaming at him. "You've really worked hard," she smiled, sounding like the teacher she was.
"Then the straps are removed, the legs are tied to the rod and the sow can be lifted off, ready for the roasting pit," he smiled, finishing his explanation, "And thank you, I have tried to get all the details down." He watched her slide off the back of the plinth.
"Yup, in about a minute you go from standing there to being carried off to be cooked for dinner - pretty neat if I do say so myself," he nodded proudly.
"One problem Serge," she interjected, self-consciously smoothing the front of her skirt to avoid eye contact for a moment.
"Oh what's that?" he smiled quizzically.
"I'm not a sow, how can I be on it without being spitted?" she tilted her head to one side to regard him.
"Well Kimberly, I need an assistant to check out the alignment. As I mentioned, I have this laser here that follows the line of the spit and traces out the path that the spit would take," he explained patiently.
"Uh huh?" she nodded, "So I would have to be on it right?"
"I turn on the laser to one side of the machine. It moves back so fast it draws a red line against the opposite wall," he explained trying to give more information before answering her question. "Yes, for me to see how this lines up."
"Jessica told me you put the spits in her, would I have to do that too?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.
"Yes, I need to go as far as I can to get the best alignment," he replied matter of factly.
"Hmmmm..." she mused, thinking.
Serge looked down at the machine and ran his hand over it, almost caressing it and then look back at her.
"-And you want me to....?" she asked, her voice trailing off as she glanced at the spits.
"Yes, well, it would be a great help," he smiled, encouraging her.
Kimberly nibbled her lower lip, avoiding eye contact, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to the question that immediately sprang to mind, "How far would you put the spit in?" She contemplated the enormous lengths of polished metal.
"Until it reaches the tripping point. That is, until it touches the back of your womb," Serge supplied, nodding.
"And then you would stop it?" she asked him, looking him in the eye, her own eyes wide.
"Yes," he began, pausing, "Well, the machine would be set to go no further. A sort of failsafe to avoid any unwanted accidents," he explained patting the spit drive.
"That's good to know," she sputtered softly.
"Yes, absolutely. After all, you aren't a sow," Serge replied almost exasperated at the implication on her part that he regarded her any other way.
"Oh I'm so glad you said that," she gasped and smiled with relief.
"Yes, of course. Once we have it set up I can convince my investors to spring for another sow to try it out on," he nodded, spelling out his plan for her.
"They would want to see me on it?" she asked, a new thought dawning on her.
"Yes, I'm afraid they would," he nodded and sighed, "-Or at least it would be very helpful," he nodded, crossing his arms across his chest.
Kimberly blinked rapidly, licking her lips in thought. Images of being nude in front of strange men in her mind. Then she considered who they would be, "I guess they see a lot of sows don't they?"
"They do," Serge nodded. "Nothing to be shy about," he reassured her, "To them you are just a piece of meat on the machine. And one they are happy not to be paying for."
"Well," she considered, leaning back on one heel, looking at the machine then looking at his expectant expression. The idea frightened and fascinated her at the same time. Jessica's hints and inferences of Serge's work were always exciting and left her wanting to hear more, now there was the opportunity to learn it all. She couldn't appear too interested however, assuming a mask, she relented. "Okay, I guess," she nodded, lowering her eyes.
"Great, that's great. Jeez. Thanks," Serge replied with unabashed relief.
Kimberly smiled at him still feeling nervous, then she spied a video camera on a tripod set back against the wall. "You tape the sessions?" she asked, stepping over to look at the camera more clearly then look at him.
"Yes, from several angles," he pointed at the ceiling where there was another camera. "I need to document the whole process in case I need to go back and check something," he smiled.
"Oh I see," she nodded, feeling too far in to back out now.
"Yes, it's all part of the process of invention," he smiled, remembering the tapes of Jessica he still had, the images of her in his mind.
"I guess it would be," she nodded before changing the subject, deciding not to protest the cameras, "So when do you want me?"
"Well, I'm ready to start a test real soon. How about tomorrow?"
"Ok, I guess," she agreed with a nervous nod, "What time?"
"At the same time as today," he offered, before receiving her assent with enthusiasm on his part before stating his was going for supper and offering her the chance to come along.
"Sure," she agreed, allowing the time to talk some more and get more comfortable with their plan, "Where shall we go?"
"Well, all this talk of spitting has made me hungry for barbecue," Serge declared, thinking of his favourite restaurant.
"I bet!" she responded, rolling her eyes at him. "You have some place in mind?"
"The Squeal of the Pig on Broadway," he declared with a simple smile.
"Oh my!" she giggled, placing a hand to her chest with astonishment at the name of the place. "I've never been there!"
"Well, it's cause for a little celebration. I think I can scrape together a few dollars," he offered, receiving a smile.
"Do you need to change or anything?" she asked, regarding his lab smock, trying out the spots on the floor where the sow would stand again.
"Not at all, I'm ready to go right now," he smiled, pulling off the tan coloured coat to reveal clean, suitable clothes for a dinner out.
He lead the brunette out of the workshop to his car, opening her door for her before stepping around to climb in and begin their drive to the restaurant. "It's not too far, just down the road here," he explained, starting down the street.
"Oh that place!" she nodded, recalling the sign and the outdoor cafe.
"Yes, their gimmick is to bring out a sow for you as part of the menu to help choose the cut you want. Of course, the actual meat you get is from a different sow who has already been roasted,"
"Oh I see," she nodded, "Well, it would take longer," she reasoned aloud.
"It would. If you order ahead you can go there earlier in the day and get to pick the actual cut of the actual sow you'll have later that night," he explained as she listened.
"Here we are," he said pulling into the lot next the restaurant. They could smell a sweet smoky scent coming from it.
"Smells good," she commented with a smile. Inwardly she was wondering what it would be like. She had been to the occasional pig roast at a beach party, but never a restaurant with open barbecue pits.
"It does. Let's go in through the back entrance past the cooking pits," he suggested.
"Ok," she nodded, "You want to see what's cooking do you?"
"Always," he declared as they got out of the car and he lead the way behind the restaurant. Smoke rose from several open pits into the illumination above the restaurant.
"Soon they'll have one of your machines here," she smiled at him enthusiastically.
"Yes, they do such a volume of business here I'm sure they'd benefit," he said with confidence. They walked amongst the low brick roasting pits. Smoke rose from the glowing coals. Meaty sows, their golden brown skin glistening, turned slowly and silently over the heat, their juices dripping down and flaring on the coals. They saw in one pit a sow still moaning, squirming, moving against the spit, her body shuddering. "They don't call it Squeal of the Pig for nothing," he smiled at Kimberly, his eyes sweeping over her form before turning back in their intended direction.
"I guess not!" she acknowledged with astonishment, walking past the pits, seeing them turn, the coals giving the place a red hue, scent and steam rising off the coals from all the fat drippings. He held the door for her as they entered the restaurant and walked along a long outer corridor to the maitre'd's station.
"Table for two," Serge directed the server before they were lead to a nice table to one corner of the outdoor garden to take their seats. Serge ordered a bottle of wine as soon as their server appeared, pouring them each a glass.
"To a successful project," Serge offered a toast.
"Yes may your project be a complete success," she added, touching her glass to his before taking a sip of the full-bodied cabernet sauvignon.
Serge waived to their waiter for service and returned to their table with a sow. She was a tall raven haired beauty, tall, curvy, with many prime cuts of meat. A little tag with the number 34 was clipped to the sow's ear. Her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts jutting out before her. She was not shy but obviously nervous and excited at the same time as she knew her fate this evening.
Kimberly looked at Serge, watching his reaction before turning her face to look over at the sow. She wasn't sure what she saw in Serge's face. This wasn't the reaction she would have expected from him with such a gorgeous sow before him. Instead he seemed to ignore the sow for the moment to speak to the waiter.
Serge introduced Kimberly to their waiter, Dale. It quickly became obvious that Serge was a regular here and the staff knew him well enough to be on a first name basis.
"Welcome to the 'Squeal of the Pig'. Have you dined with us before?" he asked Kimberly with a polite smile.
"Well I know he has," she smiled at Dale and shot a teasing smile at Serge before admitting it was her first time.
"Well then let me explain our menu to you," he waiter continued, "Obviously it would take too long to prepare number 34 here for you this evening, but she is due to be the next one to be spitted. In the meantime, she serves as our menu for now. And, as you can see, we only serve the finest fresh whole roasters. Don't you agree?" The waiter forced number 34 to turn around in front of then to show herself from all sides
"Yes, grade A definitely," Kimberly nodding with agreement, glancing at Serge.
"Thank you," he replied, "Indeed, at this very moment, a sow of comparable quality is almost finished in the pits for your dining enjoyment. We can use 34 here to go over what cuts you might like this evening"
"I'd love a filet," Kimberly declared, ordering the most expensive cut.
The waiter directed the sow to stand with her back to the pair, her legs apart and bent over. The waiter used his hands to spread the half-moons of the sow's bottom wide open to reveal her glistening fillet, obviously wet and swollen with excitement.
"Yes, that looks like and excellent cut," Serge agreed.
"And you sir?", the waiter offered, "Some rump, hams, perhaps a flank steak?"
"I'll have rump please," Serge responded.
"Very good sir. Would you like to see number 34 be spitted before you are served?"
"I think we'd rather talk," Serge intercepted Kimberly's response as she glanced at him. "The menus are usually the last ones to get spitted," Serge explained to Kimberly before looking up at Dale.
"Very good. Your meal will be out shortly," the waiter nodded and lead the sow away.
"Soon that bit of entertainment will change," Kimberly smiled a secret smile at Serge.
"Yes, I sure hope so!" Serge smiled back, his eyes narrowing.
"As soon as the machine is ready!" she began before lowering her voice to a giggling whisper.
"Yes, I think it will be a great improvement for a place like this," he acknowledged.
"Definitely!" she gushed, her green eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "It will be great!"
"And the world will have you to thank as well as me;" Serge nodded and smiled at her.
"Well maybe just a little bit,"she giggled softly, the history they were going to make finally striking her.
"Are the spits as big as the ones we saw on the way in?" she shuttered, thinking of the spit being inside her. She fidgeting under the table, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.
"Yes, the standard size, about 8 feet long and about 2 inches thick," he noted her sudden shifting in her seat.
"You use some kind of grease or oil or something right?"
"Yes, as the spit is pushed forward the front guide ring also dispenses cooking oil onto the spit"
"Oh I see," she murmured, nodding and nibbling her lower lip in thought. "There's oil on it already."
"Yes, but we can put some extra lubricant on you if you think you'll need it," he offered, wanting to keep his new assistant before he lost her.
"I wouldn't mind that thank you," she smiled and nervously swallowed some of her wine, before continuing her with her concerns about the machine. "I'm still a little freaked out about it," she flushed at the admission. "Jessica did it 6 times?"
"Yes, she did," Serge responded, keeping his face neutral and his tone matter of fact as his eyes brushed her face for signs of backing out.
"-And it didn't hurt or anything?" Kimberly persisted.
"Not that I know of; I always thought she found it very exciting," he nodded, smiling at her to reassure her.
"Well, it is exciting," Kimberly nodded, smiling.
"Yes, after the first time she didn't need any help with the lubrication," he smiled suggestively, his eyes twinkling, full of meaning.
"Oh my!" Kimberly blushed at the inference.
"Yes, my suspicion always was that she wasn't so much afraid that I'd do her but that she would volunteer to be converted and be spitted on the machine," he explained, building up the idea to her.
"Oh really? She liked it that much?" Kimberly asked, considering the thought.
"I don't know." he shrugged, "She always seems to be very conflicted about talking about it until she just took off one day without too much explanation," he said, his voice dropping as he remember the day his girl friend left him.
"It's just so weird," Kimberly mused puzzled, sympathetic to her friend.
"Think so?" he asked, looking up at her.
"Well, you guys were together for almost 2 years. I think she should have said something," the brunette declared in support.
"Well, I think people don't always tell everything to each other. And besides, some things we don't even admit to ourselves," he suggested to her, suspicious of Jessica's true motivations.
"That's true," she nodded agreeably before adding, "I do feel for you though Serge." She smiled at him with empathy.
"Thanks. I appreciate that," he said, accepting the support.
"How long did it take you to make this version of your invention anyways?" she asked, changing the subject to get his mind off his troubles and onto something he loved to talk about.
"Well, the 3000 took about four months to develop beyond the 2000 model. I think I've sunk every spare minute and dollar I have into the thing," he admitted.
"I'm impressed, it looks like it will be a great success," she smiled at him with enthusiasm.
"I'll drink to that." he declared, raising his glass to touch it against hers before taking a sip.
At that moment, their waiter returned with their food. . A browned fillet was spread out on Kimberly's plate for her, on his, a firm brown juicy rump. Garnished and with sides, the meals looked and smelled delicious.
"Wow! Kimberly smiled with delight and taking her napkin from the table to spread across her lap, "That looks great!"
"It sure does," Serge smiled.
The meaty brown mound, with it's inner and outer lips open beckoned to Kimberly's fork, knife and mouth.
The young woman retrieved her utensils to carefully cut away the button that was the sow's clitoris and pop it into her mouth, "Oh that's good!" she murmured savouring the morsel. She carefully cut down the centre of the fillet's crease, noting the swelled centre where the spit had passed through.
Serge smiled as he watched her carefully cut off a bite sized piece of the fillet, beginning to eat. Turning to his own plate, he cut a piece of the juicy brown rump meat and placed it on his tongue.
"This place is great Serge!" Kimberly gushed after dabbing her lips with her napkin. "This is sooo tender!" she picked up her fork to take another morsel.
"You look like you're enjoying that filet more than it's former owner ever did;" Serge teased, receiving giggles for his remark.
"I don't know about that!" she resisted, the aroma of her meal trying to convince her otherwise. Kimberly lowered her eyes, looking down at the piece of meat, contemplating her own version in a second of thought. "It's very good," she agreed, flustered.
"Yes." he smiled, watching her fork some meat and rice together, and raise it to her mouth to chew.
"What?" the brunette asked with a self-conscious giggle, catching him watching her,
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how I love eating good BBQ more than sex sometimes," he grinned suggestively.
"Really? You're in the right business then!" she giggled, rolling her eyes at him taking a sip of her wine. "It's going to be intense tomorrow," she stated, setting her glass down and continuing to eat.
"Well, one has to love one's work," he teased, "-But yes, but I'm sure you'll take it, err handle it well," he feigned a stammer with a glimmer in his eye.
"I hope so, I still can't believe you talked me into it!" she replied with some mischief in kind. "How many tests do you think it will take?"
"Well, I am desperate and I do appreciate it," he admitted more humbly."-And I hope it will not take more than four." he informed her.
"You're welcome," she smiled sweetly, "I hope it's as fun as Jessica found it to be."
"Well by tomorrow night you'll know," he said matter of factly.
"I will!" she laughed, rocking in her seat with some anxiety. Taking another sip of wine, she sought to extinguish her reticence, before going back to her meal, wondering if he was comparing her to the sow that was so recently at their table.
"Believe me, my investors are pushing me to get this thing out as fast as possible," he acknowledged. The inventor took a few bites of the rump as he watched her eat. The brunette felt his eyes upon her but did not fuss choosing instead to continue to eat. Serge finished off the last few pieces of rump and wiped his lips. "Ah, nothing like a nice helping of roast sow in one's stomach"
"Yes it was good," she agreed, not quite finished with her meal but feeling stuffed "Thank you for bringing me here, it's really quite something," she said, watching him motion to the waiter to take the plates and bring the check.
"You're quite welcome. I thought it would be an appropriate meal to kick off our collaboration," he chuckled, eliciting an exasperated smile and a rolling of the eyes from her. Picking up the cheque, he offered to return her to her car, before receiving her agreement.
Serge lead her out past the roasting pits. They recognised Number thirty-four, who only an hour ago was standing next them at their table. Her carcass was rotating over the hot coals, just another sow being made ready for dinner. Kimberly watched his impassive face as they walked past, the gorgeous creature would be spread out across several plates before the evening was complete. The return trip left Kimberly wondering about what the next day would bring.
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The Origins of Jessica
Chapter 2
by Greeneyes and BBQChef
Kimberly felt nervous the whole day, particularly on the drive over to Serge's house. Her mind darted about, wavering between fascination and wanting to help her friend, and fear that something might go wrong and things would go farther than she anticipated. The images of the previous night's restaurant trip were on her mind. Pulling up in front of his house, she took several deep breaths to calm herself. Approaching the front door she checked her watch twice out of nervousness before ringing the bell. She wondered how the spit would feel, if it would hurt, if she had made the right decision, but not wanting to let Serge down either. She waited a moment, rang again, before checking her watch again to ensure she had the right time. Wondering if he was out back, she stepped off the step and walked around the outside of the bungalow to the garage converted to a workshop at the back, her shoes clattering and scrapping on the pavement of the driveway.
Serge looked over his machine, peering into its gear box, making minor last minute tweaks, wanting to be sure that it was working perfectly. Like an aircraft mechanic, he had gone over the thing meticulously. Inserting some vegetable oil into the spit driver he made sure it was ready to dispense a thin layer over the spit to ease it forward more easily. He checked the clock before tweaking his machine a few more times before he heard a knock at the workshop door. Putting down his tool he went to answer it and found Kimberly waiting for him.
"Kim! Great; I'm just about ready for you," he smiled, holding the door open to allow her inside. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi, ok," she nodded, smiling nervously and fidgeting. She took a deep breath as she regarded the workshop she had toured the day before. Her eyes continually were drawn back to the machine and the rack of gleaming, polished spits.
"Great, when you're ready I'm going to need you to disrobe," he said, ready to get underway.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, a little "In the house? Or out here?" she looked at him wide-eyed with surprise at the suddenness of his request.
"Here would be best. If you want to do it in the house I can give you a bathrobe for the yard," he gestured for effect.
"Oh, that would be helpful," she smiled with relief.
"Do you think your neighbours would be upset?" she giggled at the thought as he lead her back into his home.
"No," they've seen Jessica and the sows out back, it's no big thing anymore really," he said over his shoulder going to his bedroom, emerging only a moment later.
"Here you go, everything off and then put this on and come on over when you are ready," he said handing her a thick, terry cloth robe. "Would you like a drink or anything?" he offered cordially.
"Water would be wonderful - you wouldn't believe how nervous I am!" she smiled, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
"I bet," he said as she unfurled the white robe to examine it. He disappeared for a minute and returned with a small, cool bottle of water. "Here you go."
"I'll just change in the washroom," she nodded, accepting the drink with a quick 'thanks.'
Serge excused himself, telling her to find him in his workshop after she was ready.
Kimberly carefully removed and folded her clothes, taking her time, nervously avoiding her gaze in the mirror as she took as much time as she could justify to steel herself to what she had agreed to. Taking a sip from the water she looked at herself in the mirror. She turned, examining her curves, hoping she was good enough for what he had planned, and hoping that all he had planned was a test and nothing more. Taking a sip of the water, she followed it with a deep sigh, before donning the robe to go to find Serge.
"Hey;" Kimberly smiled nervously, slipping inside the workshop and pulling the door shut behind her.
"Great;" Serge smiled with enthusiasm as he saw her coming towards him. "When you are ready take of the robe and I'll restrain your hands behind you," he said, a piece of thick white twine draped over his shoulder.
"Restrain my hands?" she questioned, as she began to tug at the belt of the robe.
"Yes. the machine is designed to accept sows with their hands behind their back. If I don't tie them off you might get hurt," he explained patiently.
"Oh, ok, - don't want that to happen!" she giggled nervously, tentatively opening the robe and sliding it off with a deep sigh, now exposed to his sight. Stepping toward him, she released some of her apprehensions, "Tie me up I guess!" she declared with giddy resignation. Kimberly's Venus was bare, she didn't bother to tell him she kept her sex waxed routinely, letting him think she did it just for this event.
As clinically as possible Serge pulled the short length of rope from his shoulder and stepped behind her to pull her arms together behind her. He could feel her tremble and the energy radiating from her nude form was unmistakeable. He carefully bound them, not too tight but not so loose that she could get out. "There," he declared, stepping away.
"Ok; that's not so bad," she admitted with some relief, wiggling my fingers. The brunette's breasts were pushed forward by the bonds looped around her wrists. She glanced at him over her shoulder.
"OK, take your position on the mark when you are ready," he said, turning away from her fair form to go to the spit ram and controller.
"Where I was standing yesterday?" she confirmed, glancing at the spots on the floor.
"Yes please," he said, not looking up at her as he regarded his controls.
"Ok," she nodded, walking across the cement floor, her bottom dimpling with each step. She placed her feet on the two spots, impressed with his professionalism, glad he wasn't taking advantage of her current state.
"OK, let's see here," he said, tapping some keys. The soft whir of a computer fan could be heard as a computer booted up. The motor came to life and then there was a whine of servos moving. "Are you ready?" he asked glancing up her, speaking to her back.
"I guess yes, " she nodded, hearing him working behind her. She glanced at one of the cameras, realizing it was recording.
"OK;" he acknowledge, depressing a the start button. He watched as a padded bar swung into the back of Kimberly's knees forcing her forward and onto them on the plinth. The brunette's knees landed perfectly on padded leather knee pads. A leather bands slid over the backs of her legs behind her knees, then the machine paused.
"How are you doing?" he asked, looking up to check the equipment's fit.
"Fine so far," she nodded, feeling the straps press into the soft skin behind her knees. She glanced over her shoulder, catching him out of the corner of her eye. Taking a deep breath, she licked her lips in nervous anticipation.
She heard the click of another button and another bar pushed her from behind forcing her forward. Her chest hit the narrow padded chest rest that covered the top of the blade housing, eliciting a grunt from her. The brunette's breasts splayed to either side of it. She struggled to catch her breath as things happened so quickly. Her neck and chin found padded rests of their own. The machine never stopped working, as Serge pulled a leather band across her back and another across the back of her neck. The machine pauses, softly humming.
"Still with me?" he asked, checking in with her before returning to his controls.
"Yes," Kimberly groaned, feeling terribly vulnerable in her immobilized position.
"Okay, good," he responded, the 'clack' of a switch being thrown following his response. He watched as the knee pads moved apart and forward. The effect was the parting of her bottom and the exposing her sex and netherhole. "There, you are now in the spitting position."
"Oh-ok-not too far in right?" she questioned, desperately. Kimberly felt her heart pounding even harder as she felt herself opened. Her inability to turn her face, with the leather straps holding her snug only added to her apprehension.
"We'll, take it slowly," he soothed, "First though, is that extra lubrication you wanted," he said, pulling on a latex glove and take a dab of shortening on it. His greased fingers entered what was now her spit hole, probing around in it to increase its lubrication.
"Oh!" Kimberly exclaimed with surprise feeling the sudden intrusion. Her eyes went wide, feeling the extra grease being applied. She was sure if she should thank him or not.
Serge slid a couple of fingers into her trying to open her are much as he could for the spit that will soon be pushing inside her. Resting his other hand on the small of Kimberly's back, his fingers ran the circumference of her tender lips, testing them, eliciting trembles from his assistant.
"What; are you doing?" she croaked out a sigh, blinking rapidly in concentration.
"Making sure you are good and ready to take the spit," he supplied matter of factly, nearly finishing his task.
"Oh ok," she swallowed, letting out a held breath, feeling the grease on her sex lips.
"Okay, there," he declared, withdrawing his fingers leaving her slippery and prepared for the next stage. Serge pulled of his gloves and tossed them in the trash. "Ready for the spit?" he asked, seizing the control grip on a cord to the main panel.
"I g-guess," Kimberly stuttered, wriggling slightly against her bonds, testing them, finding them impossible to escape.
The machine held her in it's grip. She was totally helpless. Her sex was open and vulnerable to the waiting rod. He pushed the button and the sound of a spit clanging into the driver could be heard followed immediately by the hum and click of the motor engaging.
Kimberly took several deep breaths, trembling and blinking rapidly in concentration. She listened all intensity, unable to see the spit or Serge as the evenly interspersed 'clicks' signalled the spits journey towards her.
The wait was not long. She began to feel the conical tip of the long cold rod nuzzling the warm full lips of her vagina.
"Oh! I feel it!" she exclaimed, hearing the machine slowly click as the spit spun, auguring inside. She hissed through her teeth, clenching her eyes for a long second.
The spit moved relentlessly forward into her. Her sex lips parted, embracing it whether they wanted to or not. Her little open hole now becoming stuffed, and following the round shape of the thick rod
"Oh it's so big," she groaned, feeling her muscles stretch to take the spit. "My poor pussy is going to split!" she protested, biting her lower lip.
"That's fine, you're doing well," he reassured her, seeing the conical tip disappear inside her flushed body, a sheen of perspiration now covering her.
Kimberly felt the cool metal pushing inside, filling her, dominating her. "Oooo," she mewed, "How far is it?" she asked desperately, feeling her sex lips seal around it, almost welcoming the intrusion. Her heart raced, she knew that, for the moment, she was it's sow. It had the power to make her into meat if he allowed it.
"Should be all the way in, in a moment," Serge supplied her matter of factly, watching the machine for signs of malfunction or difficulty.
"All the way?!" she cried, almost squealing with fear.
Serge ignored her protests, as he heard the motor strain for a second. The tip impacted on the wall of her womb and then shut down.
"There," he nodded, hearing her sigh with relief. Ready to begin making his checks, he set the controller down.
"Oh," she moaned mournfully, "How deep is it?"
"Looks like 12," he said, running his hand along the shaft of metal to where it met her body.
"Twelve inches?!" she nearly shrieked, stunned by the thought. She could feel his eyes upon her, studying the effects.
"Yes, looks good. Let me turn on the laser to see how the alignment is working," he said, stepping back to the spit driver.
"'K," she responded submissively, swallowing nervously. The brunette's sex was on fire despite the cold metal. It strained to accept the thickness of the thing.
"OK, right, yes," Serge said to himself, watching his machine respond as he worked on adjustments and witnessed their effects. The sounds of switches clicking on and off for a moment at a time could be heard through the otherwise quiet workshop. With each 'click', the chest, neck or knee pads adjust slightly changing the orientation of his assistant's bound body
Kimberly felt the slight changes as she panted softly. Her clitoris was buzzing from the friction passing over it from the continuous spinning in place of the spit.
"Oh my gosh it's so big Serge," she gushed, her toes pointing, her fingers flexing and unflexing, the only real moment the machine allowed her.
"Yes, it is," he supplied matter of factly, "It has to be to support the weight of a sow. Now I need to do an alignment test on the head," he said, picking something up from the rack as he strode around to face her.
"'K," she said softly, patiently, feeling the metal inside her, wondering how it looked.
Serge took a short length of spit with a rounded end and put it in front of her on a track that would normally accept the spit coming out of the sow's mouth. "Open your mouth please," he directed, holding the gleaming length before her.
Kimberly licked her lips then opened them.
Serge slid the thick section of spit toward her face. The blunt end entered Kimberly's mouth, her lips wrapping around it like a big phallus. He pushed it in far enough to seat it but not to cut off her air.
Kimberly felt her lips strain to take it. She tasted the metal on her tongue. She eyes crossed on its length before she stared straight ahead, blinking in disbelief.
Serge stepped back. "There; that looks good. Let me show you," he offered, bringing a monitor over on a cart to allow her to see her image - the image of a spitted sow on the monitor. The two ends of the spit were perfectly aligned with the red line of the laser tracing a straight path from her impaled pussy to her filled mouth.
Kimberly's eyes went wide at the sight of herself. She saw her precious flesh trapped by the machine, a long metal pole sticking into her distorted sex and another pole sticking out of her mouth. Had she really been spitted the image would be identical. She was shocked, wondering if this is how he saw her. Kimberly breathed heavily through her nose, trying to catch his expression.
Serge regarded her coldly, clinically, like a subject, a guinea pig, or perhaps a sow. He held the controller again and pushed another button. Kimberly felt the miniature cups under her breasts pop up and suck them in by the nipples but she didn't feel the needles. "Filling system alignment good." he murmured to himself with a nod.
Kimberly felt a tremble ripple through her, seeing him move with the remote, feeling her nipples tugged and pulled. She continued to blink in concentration, gripping the spit section in her mouth carefully so it didn't slip free and fall.
Serge donned another pair of gloves and took another dollop of shortening. With one hand he grab one of her bottom's cheeks right above her impaled sex and pulled it aside to get better access to the rosette of her anus. He slipped a greased finger inside.
Kimberly grunted, seeing him on the monitor moaning at the tugging and stretching of her sex, she realized what he was doing. She mewed softly as the finger entered and ran inside her in a circular motion.
Serge slid his digit deep inside and then withdrew it. Her anus gaped a bit and glistening with the grease under the harsh lighting. He pressed another button on the controller and the anal flusher/filler jammed itself into her helpless rear. "Anal alignment good," he nodded with satisfaction as the object resembling a short bayonet sank between her upturned bottom.
Kimberly grunted, feeling a slight burning, as it pressed inside skewering her.
"OK one more test," he said, depressing a last button with Kimberly feeling something against her belly right above her pubic mound. The pressure travelled from her mound to the bottom of her chest.
Kimberly took several sobbing breaths of fear. She remembered the gutting knife but could see no blood on the monitor.
"Oh, sorry," Serge apologized, noting her reaction. "I forgot to mention. The blade is not there. Just a felt marker. You now have a perfect line the length of your tummy." He patted her back reassuringly.
Kimberly was unable to nod, only blinking an acknowledgement as he left her in that state to seize a digital camera. Moving around her, he kept her in the position of a spitted sow to start taking detailed photos of her. She heard the camera click repeatedly, feeling very vulnerable, watching him in the monitor, wondering who would see this pictures.
Done with his photographing, Serge put the camera away and knelt down next to her face. He grasped the spit rod in her mouth and drew it away it was free. "How do you feel?" he smiled.
"I'm okay I guess," she paused to swallow, "The spit is really stretching me."
"Yes, it is. Are you ready for me to release you?" he offered.
"Yes please," she replied eagerly, smiling with relief and gratitude.
Picking up his controller again, he pressed a button and the anal plug pulled itself out. Her anus slowly closed itself as he shut of the breast suction and the cups retract, revealing her nipples now with a red ring around them.
"Oh," she breathed with relief, feeling the suction release and her bottom allowed to close.
Serge reversed the spit, knowing that as it slowly backed up, the long rod rubbed against her clitoris.
Kimberly murmured and moaned, stunned that she was getting enjoyment from the spit. She flushed with embarrassment, realizing that she expressing sexual gratification in front of Serge and the cameras.
Serge guided the spit out slowly, taking his time pulling out of her. It glistened with oil, grease and her juices. Finally, it was out, leaving her sex gaping and only half-closed. He pretended not to notice the rapture of her sighs, taking notes as the spit backed up. With a final button push the spit was free and it halted in place. Serge unbuckled the straps holding her down, the buckles smacking the metal shell with a clatter.
Kimberly knelt up with a sigh, a little tired from the exercise. She accepted the robe Serge offered. Sliding it over her shoulders she glanced down at her sex, not sure if this is normal or not, seeing how it hadn't closed completely.
"Well I think I have enough here for the investors to give me another sow to process," the inventor said, popping tapes out of the cameras positioned about the room.
"Hope so," she nodded, knowing it was too late to protest being video-taped after knowing what she was getting into. She was just happy to be off the machine intact. "It almost felt like I was one," she said in reference to his hope.
"Yes; well, that's not surprising," he said, regarding her as she marvelled at the glistening spit that had been inside her moments before.
"Had I pushed this button here," he said showing her a large orange button under a plastic shield on his controller, "You would have been a real sow."
"Ummm," Kimberly's mind raced, trying to change the subject, "Did Jessica always go 12 inches?"
"It actually went a little deeper every time. She got to thirteen,"
"-I mean, would you say I was typical?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yes, that part of the anatomy can stretch quite a bit," he nodded knowingly.
"How far in was that anal thingee?" she asked, pointing to the plunger that filled her bottom.
"That was only 6 inches, there is a 10 inch anal stabilizer that goes in later," he said, stepping over to hold up a larger version.
"Oh!" she nodded, "That's a lot!"
"It is," he placed it on a nearby worktable for her to examine more closely. of the table to show you
Kimberly blinked with amazement, picking it up, she studied it before regarding him. "You want to put this inside me?"
"Well, not unless I was going to roast you," he chuckled, "-Remember a sow gets gutted, so getting this thing inside isn't so hard after that is done.
"Oh, I -Guess not!" she with exclaimed with astonishment. She felt her sex tingle, strained by the spit. "Do you have any Motrin or Tylenol or anything? I'm a little sore."
"Yes, it's in the master bathroom," he offered.
"Thanks," she smiled, glancing at the door readying herself to make good at his offer. "I didn't realize it would stretch me this much!"
"Yes, but don't worry, things will be back to normal soon," he soothed.
"I feel like a hooker!" she persisted.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be fine," he said continuing to calmly responded to her outbursts.
"I hope so," she said, reaching for the door to go into the house, before exiting the workshop.
Serge began to gather his results after Kimberly departed. Rewinding the video tapes he slid them into cases for editing to eventually be sent to investors. He had notes to compile but they would have to wait. Making sure that everything was turned off, he picked up his digital camera and locked the workshop to return to the house to make a call and find his new assistant.
Kimberly gazed at herself in the mirror of Serge's master bathroom. Her face was still flushed from the moments before penetration by the spit. Opening the robe, she looked at herself. The suction cups of the breast filler has left her areole with pink rings. Some part of her wished that he had turned on the filler, her breasts had never been big enough for her. Running a hand down the flat of her toned stomach, she pushed back the folds of the robe to examine her sex. Puffy, pink and stretched, she hesitated to even touch. Her mind went back to the meal she had shared with Serge and she gasped and closed the robe. Finding the aspirin, she heard Serge in the house, he sounded like he was talking to one. She couldn't make the words out over running faucet as she filled a cup with water to take the aspirin and wash the taste of steel from her mouth.
"Thanks Serge," Kimberly said, softly padding out of his bedroom to find him turning away from his telephone.
"No thank you," he disagreed cordially, gesturing to a kitchen chair for her to seat herself. "So now that you've experienced it, what do you think of my invention?" he smiled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against a counter.
"It's really revolutionary," she began diplomatically, nodding and catching her breath as she thought of it. "I think it will be great once its perfected, you're going to make a million," she smiled to encourage him. "
"I think it's going to revolutionize the industry," Serge responded in agreement with her statement.
"It will!" Kimberly exclaimed, pulling the hem of the robe across her thighs.
"Still, at the rate I'm going," he frowned, "I'm afraid I'll never get there." he shook his head in thought.
"Why?" she asked, looking at him with concern.
"As I said," he sighed and grimaced, "I need some more live subjects and they cost money."
"Uh huh," Kimberly nodded, making a guess at what he was inferring, "Do you need a loan?"
"Well," he paused, "That would certainly help but I'm afraid I'm too much in debt already."
"Oh," she nibbled her lower lip in thought, "Is there anything else I can do?"
"I know one way you could help me but it's too much to ask," he replied, his expression resigned.
"What is it?" she asked, examining his face.
"Well, I was chatting with the owner of the Squeal of the Pig and he told me that he would trade me a grade B roaster for a grade A demo girl. If I could arrange it," he shrugged at her.
"Demo girl?" Kimberly asked quizzically.
"Yeah; generally they take a girl out of the pen and use her as a kind of living menu as you recall. Sometimes he doesn't get a very good crop and he likes to substitute Grade A material to move the Grade B stuff," he explained, gesturing with his hands for emphasis.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth with astonishment, "And?" she asked expectantly, her voice trailing off.
"Well, the Grade A girl is shown to the guests so they can make their parts selection and then they are served from a Grade B roast. Since it's just parts it's considered legal," he continued to explain.
Kimberly fidgeted, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs before responding, "You want me to...?" she asked looking at him with question, her mind grasping what he was suggesting, remembering the striking sow that had served as their menu and imagining taking on the role.
"Like I said, I know it's a lot to ask," he held up his hands.
"Serge, I've never actually ever been graded, do you think I'm even suitable?" she asked, her pretty face filled with question.
"Oh, I worked part-time as a meat inspector in my younger days and I guarantee you are a grade A sow, person, er girl. well, you know," he stammered awkwardly over the perception.
Kimberly's eyes fluttered with surprise at the word 'sow' being injected into the conversation concerning her. "Well thank you-I guess," she began not sure how to take the assessment. "-And you would like me to work for how long for this guy?" she continued, not wanting to dwell on his previous comment.
"A Friday and Saturday shift should do it. It's the most busy night," he began, his tone growing in enthusiasm. "With you out there it will no only be good for business but it will free up an extra roaster in the pen," he continued more confidently, glad she hadn't rejected the idea outright.
Kimberly paused for a moment in thought, her large green eyes looking past him as she considered what he was asking, "I guess I could do it," she paused taking a deep breath, "If it will help you complete your invention."
"Great!" Serge smiled with relief and enthusiasm, "You'll basically be a sow for that time. But without papers you can't be harvested so you'll be safe. It's a quality establishment you know," he continued to explain, not wanting to lose her assent.
"Okay," she nodded, "That's a relief. Do I get to go home between shifts?" she asked, a thought occurring to her.
"No, I'm afraid you'll have to be kept in the holding pen," he replied apologetically.
"Should I go to the spa and get depilated or will they give me a touch up there?" she asked, accepting the premise of staying at the restaurant.
"Either way you want to do it," Serge replied agreeably.
"Oh; ok," she nodded, touching her finger tips to my lips in thought. "I guess I'll have to cancel my Saturday morning aerobics class, or find someone to do it for me," she said, making plans aloud.
"You'll need a grade tattoo as well, but I they'll only give you a temp one," he continued in his explanation. "They'll put it on there. The owner will want his own meat inspector to make sure you are grade A before we apply the stamp
"What's the owner's name anyway?" she asked, tossing her hair from her face, still adjusting to the idea.
"Vincent Fallone," he supplied simply.
"Ok," she nodded, "You'll introduce us?"
"I shall," he nodded in return.
"Good," she smiled, "Should I get dressed?" she asked, standing.
"Sure, if you're up for it," he joked.
"If I'm up to it?" she giggled rolling her eyes. "-I'm going to be doing kiegels for the next 3 days just to get myself back to something close to where I started after that spit!" She said, slowly going to find her clothes with him trailing behind, waiting for her to disappear before calling Vincent.
Kimberly found them and entered the his washroom to be redressing. She decided not to bother with her panties, stuffing them in my purse.
"Those exercises sound like a good idea;" he called to her through the door, "-You want your meat to be presentable at the restaurant!"
She laughed through the bathroom door before responding, "I guess! - I just hope they like my cuts!" she said, emerging through the door giggling.
"I have no doubt of it," he smiled, holding up his arm in an ushering gesture, "We can go see Vinnie now, shall we go to my car?"
"Sure," she shrugged and smiled, wanting to make sure she wanted to do this. The whole idea left her with butterflies in her stomach.
They took the drive into the main part of town and parked in the restaurant lot. The smell of roast meat wafted sweetly through the air as they made their way to the entrance. Kimberly's shoes clattering on the tiled floor of the restaurant's entrance, she turned to speak to Serge as he held the door for her, "He's expecting us?"
"Yes, I called while you were in the bathroom. He wants to check you out," Serge smiled at her.
"Okay," she nodded, giggling nervously.
Serge lead them down a side hallway, past a pen full of tagged naked sows to a doorway marked "office"
"This is where?" she began, looking at Serge and gesturing to the pen as they walked past.
"It is," he nodded with a smile, "The holding area."
She scanned the variety of sows, "They're wearing tags," she commented, looking at their ears, realizing that she would have to too likely.
Serge smiled at her comment, turning to knock on the door. A voice from the door, beckoned them in.
"Vinny" Serge nodded, entering the room with Kimberly behind him. The office was distinctly male in its design, heavy earth tones, leather, walnut panelling with a great desk, and the walls decorated with trophies, heads of particularly striking grade A sows.
"Serge" A big bear of a man responded as he got up from his desk, to greet them. "This must be the demo girl." he said, taking one look at Kimberly.
"Hi," Kimberly offered, smiling politely and stepping inside the office.
"Not bad, not bad," he nodded, stroking the black beard on his chin, "Looks pretty good in clothes," he commented with an appraising eye.
Kimberly blushed and smiled, "Thank you," she responded, not able to meet his eyes with hers as he continued to scan her form.
"I was hoping the tits were bigger," Vinnie said, looking at Serge.
Kimberly looked at Serge too. She shrugged a little embarrassed by Vinnie's comment. He had found her sore point.
Serge rubbed hi chin in thought for a moment before making his proposal, "Well, you know, there is something we can do about that. Assuming she consents." Serge said, addressing Vinnie as if Kimberly wasn't in the room.
"Yeah?" Vinnie responded, putting his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, my machine has a tit filler that works wonders," he looked at Kimberly's chest.
Kimberly glanced between the two men as they talked about her. "You want to test it?" she began, her eyes fluttering as she gazed at Serge.
"Yes, spit two sows with one rod if you excuse the metaphor," Serge said, half turning to look at her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she brought her hand to her neck.
Vinnie looked her over, not waiting for a response, "In either case you'll have to agree to a temporary 48 hour conversion. You do realize that you'll be a sow for 48 hours. The only thing we can't do is terminate you."
Kimberly glanced at Serge and then looked back at Vinniw. She pressed my lips together in thought for a moment, her heart pounding, butterflies in her stomach. "Okay" she said softly, nodding.
"Of course, if you sign the registration and then don't show up or resist, it's an automatic meat conversion." Vinnie stated matter of factly, pushing the registration paper across the desk for her to examine.
Kimberly scanning the page carefully. She paused, holding the pen as she considered what she was about to do. The clauses were true to what had been verbally explained to her. She filled in her registration number, memorized since she was eighteen.
"By the way. Can you be a blonde? It's better for business." Vinnie interjected with a chuckle.
Kimberly glanced at Serge as she leaned, half-bent, over the desk, then looked up at Vinnie. "I guess I could, I would have to make an appointment to get high-lights done," she nodded agreeably.
"Good. And make sure you take care of your body hair yourself. If we do it it's not quite so gentle as you might prefer," Vinnie grinned, nodding at Serge.
"Ok," she agreed, "I'll get my hair done at the spa and everything," she said, licking her lips as I finished reading, before signing.
"Good. Be here at five o'clock Friday evening ready to go." Vinnie said, seizing the registration contract and reading her signature.
"Okay, am I being graded then?" she said, looking at the paper now in Vinnie's ham sized hand.
"Yes. A formality really, because I can see that you're grade A. But we have to have an inspector with a current certificate do it otherwise you can't have the grade A stamp," he explained, beginning to count his profits before she had even begun to work.
"Ok," she agreed with a sigh of acceptance.
"Great," Serge smiled, before the two men shook hands. Serge turned back to her "Shall I take you home now?"
"Yes, please," Kimberly responded with a meek smile. "See you Friday Vincent," she said, looking at the owner.
Vinnie, the man who would soon be her owner for two days, nodded politely in return. They exited the office, walking past the pen holding a group of naked sows. It was not dinner time so they were sitting or standing in the cage in relative calm as they passed
"Wow Serge;" she remarked looking at pen as they passed.
"Yes. That will be you in a couple of days," he nodded.
"I hope that this helps with your machine," she offered.
It certainly will and I do appreciate it. I'll get a grade B sow to spit on my machine as a demo for the investors and then the use of the restaurant to entertain them."
"I hope it works out," she said, nodding. "-When are you going to?" her voice trailed off, glancing down at her chest. "You know."
"I figure if you can get to my place between 3 and 4 on Friday we can do it then. It'll only last for about 3 days or so. Your body will ultimately absorb the cooking fluid."
"I'll come by after work I guess," she began to answer before stopping in mid-sentence, "Cooking fluid?" she asked, as they walked towards the exit.
"Yes, a special cooking oil. Quite harmless and quite delicious, um, if your tits were to be on the menu," he teased.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, biting her lower lip with surprise.
"Yes, its my own recipe. I think it will help increase sales, and you're doing your part." I smile at you
"Hah!" she scoffed, letting out a chuckle, running her fingers through her hair.
They arrived at his car and he opened the door for her.
"Thank you," she said, sitting down, swinging her legs in, smoothing her skirt. "Such a gentlemen."
"Always," he declared with a smile, "I know how to treat a lady like a lady."
Serge moved around to start up the car and drive out of the restaurant lot through town toward her house.
Reaching over, Kimberly smoothed his arm affectionately. "I really am excited for you Serge! When you're done, you're going to be as big as Henry Ford!" she declared with excitement.
"Now there's a pleasant thought. And I'll have you to thank in no small measure," he looked over at her.
Kimberly smiled in response. "I'm glad I can help it's actually kind of exciting to be part of it," she rubbed her thighs together for emphasis.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he looked over at her. "The restaurant shouldn't be too bad an ordeal. Just remember, you're safe, even if you're being handled like meat."
"I know, I'm going to count it as an experience," she said, feeling her heart flutter.
"Great. Well, here's your place" he smiled, pulling up to the curb.
"Thanks," she responded, "See you Friday around 3 then?"
"Yes, I'll be ready." he said as she reached for the door handle.
"Ok," she said, getting out, "See you then," she smiled, getting out.
He smiled and waved, waiting to make sure she got safely inside her house.
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| Not normally one for the cann stuff, but something about machine stories sticks with me. This is fantastic work, I can't wait to read the next part. Thank you.
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I'm loving this so far.
I really like the way you've made Kimberly a believable character with understandable motivations. I like how she seems fascinated with the idea of women as livestock, but clearly doesn't want to die and end up as meat on someone's plate. It's pretty clear to the reader that she's making a big mistake trusting Serge and Vinny with her life, but because it's so well written I can get inside the character's head and see why she'd risk it.
It's much more erotic and interesting to me when I can understand and empathise with the characters. A happy and intelligent person (as opposed to someone who's suicidal or brainwashed) who actually wants to be killed and eaten is a bit too alien for me to relate to. Kimberly's very different, and much more interesting, than the one dimensional spit-muffins who show up happy to be eaten in so much Dolcett inspired art/fiction.
Like a lot of other people here I'm primarily a vore fan, but this is definitely shaping up to be one of my all time favourite stories. I'm really looking forward to the next part.
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I've just finished Chapter One and it's too late to start Chapter Two; besides, I want to save some fun for tomorrow.  As you well know, I love your stories, greeneyes, and this is no exception. Your collaborations with BBQ Chef have always left me wanting more.
The conversations in this chapter are so natural I felt I was eavesdropping rather than reading a story. Your reactions to Serge's request evolved slowly and you allowed us to see both your reservations and your temptations. Of course, characterization has always been one of your strong points. The sheer sexiness of what the prototype Jessica 3000 would do in test mode and your tentative flirtations with what it would be like to be a sow were presented gradually enough that I completely believed your responses. Although I can imagine some of the twists and turns this story will take, I know the journey you two take me on will be a true pleasure. I look forward to reading every word.
Your intimate knowledge of Dolcett's source material really shows through in your writing of this chapter. I know how much of a purist you are and I really appreciate all the little extra touches you put into your stories. This is a wonderful work in process.
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Now I've finished Chapter Two and I'm forced to wait anxiously for Chapter Three.
This chapter picks up the action, the sexiness, the intrigue, and the uncertainty from the first chapter. In its own way, this story is almost as sexy as The Grotto because of how the thick spit made Kimberly feel.
When Serge suggested that Kimberly could become a Grade A demo girl for a couple of days in exchange for his getting a Grade B roaster, the story took a twist I didn't expect at all. You're continuing to move the plot into territory I haven't anticipated. I feel like I'm on a roller-coaster ride and loving every minute of it.
I am already eagerly anticipating Kimberly becoming a blonde and testing the infamous "tit filler" in the next chapter. Will she discover that blondes really do have more fun? What will the filling process be like? Most importantly, what further twists await her as she becomes a Grade A demo girl? I can't wait to find out.
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Chapter 3
Kimberly rang Serge's doorbell enthusiastically. She felt excited by the prospect of being a blonde bombshell. Already her hair was highlighted a sunshine blonde and curled in soft, bouncy curls that framed her face. Dressed in denim shorts that resembled hot pants, tan tights that left her fair legs with a perfect tan, stiletto plastic mules that raised her up another four inches and braless beneath her fitted white T-shirt, she was playing the role to the extreme.
Serge opened the door and smiled with obvious with pleasure,. "Hey there. You look great!"
"Thanks!" she smiled stepping inside, liking the look she saw in his eyes. "I'm pretty excited actually," she admitted, beaming.
"Vinny was right about the blond hair. And once we fill your tits you'll be stunning," he smiled knowingly, ushering her inside.
"Wasn't I already?" she giggled, giving him a playful swat.
"Always grade A." he laughed, he said, leading her through the house to the workshop in the backyard.
"OK, the machine is ready for you. I've got it set on the fill only cycle. I think we don't want to have you ride the spit this evening," he said, opening the door for her to step inside.
"Oh that's a relief!" she smiled, "I've been doing kiegels almost since I got home, yesterday at the spa the cosmetician was giving me some looks when she was doing my waxing."
"You'll be getting a lot more looks tonight," he joked, following her inside the workshop where the prototype waited for her.
"OK, if you want to take your t shirt off we can get started," he said, moving past her to stand by the spit ram and pick up the control handle.
"Sure," she nodded, not hesitating in pulling her top off, excited about her planned transformation. "I thought that I wouldn't fit in my bra after we got done so I left it off," she explained. She slipped off her shoes, and moved to the end of the machine, "Do I have to stand on the two spots?" She looked at the markings on the floor.
"Yes, but I can strap you in manually this time. Just start with your feet there and then kneel down and mount the machine," he directed as she took her place.
"Ok," she nodded obediently, kneeling forward. She let out a sigh, carefully holding one of her breasts to settle on the neck and chest pad of the machine.
Serge pulled her hands behind her back and double looped a length of twine on her wrists. Reaching over he pulled the leather back strap across her bared shoulder blades and tightened it snugly so that she was held in place for the machine.
"Did Jessica ever get used to this?" she grunted with a nervous, breathless smile. The newly created blonde wiggled her toes in her tights and took deep breaths to calm herself.
"I imagine she didn't," he responded simply, not wanting to discuss his former girlfriend and assistant. "Okay, now I'm going to start the filling cycle," he informed her, stepping back to retake the control, stretching its coiled cord out to stand beside her.
"Okay," she grunted, nibbling her lower lip in anticipation of the suction of the cups. "Will it hurt?"
"A pin prick, nothing more," he replied, before pushing the activation button and a loud clack could be heard as the machinery engaged then there was a steady whine. The sound of rushing air was heard as Kimberly nipples were suddenly sucked into small cups that have positioned themselves just below her hanging breasts.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise, feeling the tugging. "Just like last time," she giggled nervously. "How much will you put in?" she asked with a sudden realization what was about to happen. "-I mean, I'm a b right now-" she began before her question began to be answered.
Without warning Kimberly felt two slender needles stick her directly through the nipples, eliciting a surprised gasp from her accompanied by a wincing expression of momentary discomfort.
"The machine has an automatic mechanism for dispensing the right amount," Serge informed her, remaining out of sight.
"Ugh, ok," she acknowledged, feeling the slivers of steel press inside her. She took deep breaths, her eyes fluttering. Her eyes strained sideways, trying to get a glimpse of him. A warm rush then came over her breasts.
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