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.