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.

"OK, the fluid is being injected. It's heated to body temp so it should not be too uncomfortable," Serge informed her, monitoring her and his machine's workings.

"Oh I can feel it," she gasped breathily. She felt the constant suction on her nipples, holding them in place for the injections.

Serge watched as the machine did it's work. Kimberly's t-cup sized b-cups swelled to a c cup, then a d cup.

"Oh Serge! They feel like they're stretching - do they look okay?" she exclaimed desperately.

"They look good enough to eat if you pardon the expression," he murmured, continuing to watch for any signs of trouble, but encouraged by the results.

"Oh, I guess you're pardoned," she responded breathily. She trembled, feeling the new weight pulling on her chest.

Suddenly there was another loud 'clack'and Kimberly felt the machine withdraw the needles. The suction stopped and the cups withdrew. Her breasts swayed beneath her, seeping cooking fluid for a fraction of a second, now somewhere between D and DD cup size.

"Oh," Kimberly groaned softly, licking her lips. She stared straight ahead, reaching out with her mind to feel her body's reaction to the injections. It felt strange, but there was an excitement welling up in her depths. "All done?" she asked, realizing she hadn't said anything in a few moments.

Serge turned off the main switch. "Yes." he said undoing the back strap and untying her wrists.. "You can get up now"

"Good," Kimberly sighed with relief, kneeling up on the machine. She looked down at her bust with delighted astonishment. "Wow!" she marvelled, lifting and cupping my breasts, "I'm huge!" she giggled, with delight.

"Yes, you are." he said, watching her enjoy her newly enlarged breasts

Kimberly carefully inched her way off the machine to find her shoes. "I'm not sure what to say!" she exclaimed in wonder. "They're so big!" she exclaimed, lifting them again, one in each palm.

"Well, we need to get going. You don't want to be late because late is meat. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy your new endowment this weekend, I assure you," Serge gently warned, stretching out his arm in a herding gesture to get her moving towards the door.

"Do you think Vinny will be happy?" she looked at him hopefully, pulling her T-shirt over her head. She straightened up, her breasts pressing at the white cotton material.

"Oh, he'll love it. You're going to help him move a lot of meat this weekend. Nothing gets the juices flowing like looking over a grade A sow while making a dinner order," he smiled, starting for the door.

"Thank you," she smiled in response to the compliment. "Shall we go then?" she asked, placing her hands on the backs of her hips, pushing her breasts out proudly.

"Absolutely," he responded, holding the door open for her. "After you"

"Thank you," she replied, strolling past him out the door, her hips rolling with each step, feeling very sexy.

Serge lead the way to his car and once again held the passenger door open for her. He was pleased by her enthusiasm. He smiled as she slid into the seat.

"Thank you again," she giggled and flushed pink, swinging her legs inside the car and rubbing her calves together, the nylon of her artificial tan growled seductively.

Serge took the driver's seat and started the car. She caught him staring at her bust for a moment, but she only giggled in response, the experience too novel to be upsetting. They drove for a few moments in silence before Kimberly broke the silence.

"Wow," she marvelled and blew out a breath. "If you had asked me if I was going to do this 2 weeks ago I would have laughed," her voice breathy, trying to compose herself with all the butterflies in her stomach.

"Well, pretty soon you'll be there and it'll all be out of your hands. So just relax and enjoy it," he smiled patting her thigh, before replacing his hand on the wheel. They drive through the town, the sun was low in the sky, the Friday evening dinner hour rapidly approaching

"You'll pick me up Saturday night or Sunday or when?" she asked as they drove.

"Sunday afternoon. Remember it's a two day commitment. Friday and Saturday nights are very busy.

Kimberly leaned back against the seat and ran a hand through her newly highlighted hair. "Okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to settle. "It's going to be different that's for sure," she mused.

The restaurant came into view. Columns of smoke from the pits already rising into the gathering dusk. Shafts of light played through the haze and the smell of roast pork was carried on the wind.

"Yes, it will be a unique experience," Serge smiled, looking over at her.

Kimberly's heart was in her throat. She swallowed in thought, before speaking, "I guess they've been cooking for a few hours now. She gazed at the smoke rising from the restaurants vents, her nostrils detecting the scent of cooking meat.

"Yes, they have to get some meat ready for the early crowd. People trying to get to the movies or theatre at seven or eight," he speculated. They pulled into the restaurant parking lot and he stopped the engine. "Ready?" he asked, beginning to open his door.

"I guess," she smiled nervously, tensing as she released her seat-belt. Kimberly waited for him to walk around to let her open her door. He was but a moment before opening the passenger door for her and taking hold of her arm to hold her steady.

"Thanks-wow, I feel so nervous," she declared standing up beside him. "- I guess that's natural."

"It is," Serge nodded, walking her to the side entrance of the restaurant marked, "Deliveries". He pulled open the door to allow her to step through.

"Thank you," she acknowledged, her heart racing, realizing the portal she stepped through had different results for so many others before her.

They entered a hallway with Serge leading her down to the preparation room with the sow cage now full with sows nervously milling about in it. The entire herd sported red numbered tags and tattoo stamps on their rumps.

Vinny was there with a man in a long white butchers smock. "Whoa, look at that. We are going to sell some meat tonight!" he exclaimed when he saw Kimberly.

"Hi, thanks," Kimberly smiled nervously as she stood next to Serge.

"Alright, you're a little early. We can start now and take the time off your end time or you can have a drink at the bar or something if you want to wait," the restaurant owner offered her

"What do you think?" Kimberly asked Serge, looking at him. She tucked her finger tips in her hip pockets, unable to keep from proudly showing off her new bustline.

"It's up to you but if it were me the sooner you start the sooner it's over," her friend shrugged in response, looking back at Vinnie and the inspector.

"I guess," she began with a nod, half taking a step forward. "So what do I have to do?" she asked with a glance around, carefully avoiding the gaze of Vinnie and his inspector.

Vinnie produced a box with a lid in response. "OK, all yer stuff goes in here. We're just interested in the meat around here," he chuckled, gazing at her nervous form.

"Oh!" Kimberly swallowed, "Okay, I guess you're right," she licked her painted lips nervously, "Change right here?" she gestured.

"Well, the clock has started ticking and you're just a sow now. No need to be modest," Serge smiled at her encouragingly.

"Oh!" she cried, catching her breath at her sudden conversion. She accepted the box and stepping out of her plastic mules. She began to pile of clothes in the box with them, followed by her top, shorts, tights, and finally, her panties.

Kimberly flushed pink but looking at all the other nude forms around her settled and quickly lidded the box to attempt to hand to Serge. "Will you bring these with you on Sunday?" She stood before him nude, quickly getting used to her situation.

The inspector stepped behind her and pulled her wrists together. She felt him double loop thick white twine around them.

"Sure. Actually Vinny's going to keep all this safe for you in the storage locker. You'll get them when you return to human status," Serge said accepting the box and setting it on the inspector's desk.

"Okay," she grunted, feeling her wrists snugged together, her shoulders pulled back, pushing her breasts out. "It's actually happening Serge;" she said, astonished, looking at him with an eager, nervous smile. She felt a thick leather collar being put around her slender neck and tightened. Vinny looped his finger through the "D" ring in the front of the collar and lead her across the room.

"Yes, Kim," Serge confirmed with a smile, watching the spectacle unfold, his arms folded across his chest. "You're a sow now."

Kimberly groaned softly, feeling the tug, following without a choice. Vinny's thick meaty arm pulled her forward, compelling hurried little steps to keep up. She became aware of how cool the tiled floor was.

He lead Kimberly over to what looked like a low hitching post. Vinnie took a leash from the wall and clicked it onto the "D" ring and then looped it around the horizontal bar and pulled her down forcing her to bend over. She heard a voice behind her "Legs apart sow" and a boot lightly kicked at her ankles.

"'K," she gasped, opening her legs, feeling the pouch of her sex peek from between her sleek thighs. Kimberly's new breasts hung heavy beneath her. She licked her lips nervously, still getting used to being called 'sow.' She felt the hands of the inspector, on her body, on her back, her rump, feeling, squeezing, judging her quality. She took deep, even breaths, noting how clinical his touch was, measured not hurtful at all. She felt his fingers glide along her spine to her bottom.

The inspector's hand broadly rubbed her sex feeling the whole of the mound at once. His fingers were on her outer lips before spreading her open to judge her fillet.

The sound of Kimberly sucking in a breath could be heard in the room. She blinked rapidly, feeling herself opened. Her clitoris buzzed uncontrollably in memory of the spit. She felt him hold her open with one hand as he probed her inner lips and hole with the fingers of his free hand.

The inspector noted her engorged clitoris and rubbed a finger against it.

"Oh!" Kimberly cried, feeling the pleasurable jolt. She squirming, feeling her heavy breasts sway in response.

"I think this one likes being a sow boss," the inspector smiled ruefully.

Vinnie grunted in the affirmative, watching alongside Serge with his arms folded across his chest.

Kimberly was struck by his assertion, but did not protest the idea, instead she remained quiet, accepting her role.

As quickly as he had spread her open the inspector let go of her sex. She felt his hand glide across her flat stomach. His hand reached her heavy breasts. She felt him cup one in his hand, weighing it.

Kimberly breathed softly, feeling his hand explore. Absent mindly she wondered how many girls he had converted already today.

He squeezed the full breast and pulled his hand away looking at drops of clear viscous liquid.

"Cooking oil," he Serge offered in explanation as he watched the inspection of his assistant.

"Yeah, right," the inspector acknowledged. "The udders looked pretty good at this size. I'm surprised they are filled. Well, it doesn't matter with the grading," he replied.

Kimberly flushed again, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment.

"OK, this one's grade A," the inspector declared, standing up straight. The inspector walked to his small desk and picked up a large stamp covered with blue ink on the business end. Kimberly saw him walk behind her and felt the stamp being pressed into her rump marking her as a grade A sow.

Kimberly breathing out softly, feeling the stamp pressed into her. She felt proud.

The inspector returned to his desk and retrieved a green tag marked "68". "OK, you are restaurant sow 68. This green tag marks you as temporary meat so you cannot be terminated. Other than that you are nothing more than a grade A sow." he informed her. The tag had a stud on it like an earring and the inspector put it on her left ear.

Kimberly felt the post of the tag pressed to the piercing of her ear and pressed through. A backing was fastening securely denoting her as a sow. Vinny passed the leash under the hitching bar and pulls up on it forcing her to stand up straight. "OK, sow 68, are we ready to sell some meat?"

Kimberly nodding in the affirmative, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the leash most acutely.

Vinny lead her over to the desk and punched the intercom. "Ken, I've got the menu ready, you need her up there?"

"Yeah boss, we just seated a couple at table 3. I'll send Dale in to get it," a disembodied voice crackled back through the intercom in response to Vinny's question.

Kimberly noted the word 'it' being used in reference to herself and glanced about for Serge for reassurance.

Serge stood watching the proceedings. He nodded in the former brunette's direction and then to Vinnie. "I'm feeling a bit hungry looking at all this meat. I think I'll grab a bite while I'm here," he proclaimed.

"Sure, help yourself. Ken'll get you set up with a table," Vinnie responded, still holding the end of Kimberly's leash.

Kimberly hoping Serge was not talking about her as she waited to be presented. She tried to avoid fidgeting, feeling incredibly nervous.

Serge left them, passing Dale the waiter on his way. The waiter was dressed all in black as all waiters at "Squeal of the Pig" were. He walked up to Kimberly and took the leash from Vinny. With a tug at it, he uttered a single-word command, "come".

Kimberly nodded, wide eyed and blinking astonishment at how quickly she had been reclassified. She followed after him, feeling her breasts jostle with each step.

Dale lead her down a short hall, the buzz of the restaurant was easily heard. They passed several trophies mounted near the ceiling, all the heads of particularly attractive sows that had likely been past meals at the eatery. Kimberly entered the dining room naked like the sow she now was. Her meat on display, especially her newly minted DD breasts jiggling like the heavy meat that they were. With her golden hair she looked for all the world like a meat prostitute. She was lead by the leash like the animal she was, past happy human diners sitting at their tables.

Kimberly hoped the touch of dampness at her sex wasn't too noticeable after the inspection. She kept her eyes straight ahead, hearing bits of dinner conversation as they passed tables.

Dale stopped at a table with a young couple who looked up and smiled at the sight of the menu, a big busted sow on a leash.

"Good evening folks, I'm Dale and I'll be your waiter this evening."

The man nodded and says "Thanks" while his date giggled.

Kimberly turned to face them and stood quietly, her face as impassive as she could make it. She recalled dining with Serge and examining the menu little more than a week before.

"Have you dined with us before?" Dale asked politely.

"No," the male patron answered. "It's a special night out for us. We've been married for one year now."

"How lovely" Dale intoned with a cheerful, congratulatory smile.

Kimberly felt the woman looking her over. She continued to stand tall, her breasts pushed forward, feeling them appraise her.

"Well, permit me to explain how this works," Dale began. "This is a typical sow from our stock. You can use it to help you select the cut or cuts of meat you would like this evening. We'll then get the cut you select from one of the sows turning over the pit right now."

Kimberly heard Bob's words, and remembered the girls turned sows that she had seen when Serge had delivered her. She wondered which of them would be soon turning over the coals for some meal in the early evening.

"We don't get a piece of this one?" the woman asked, not seeing Kimberly's eyes go wide at the question.

"No, it takes a few hours to cook so we serve up a sow that is already done," Dale explained receiving a nod of understanding from the pair.

"Hmmm. Okay, Dale, so what do you recommend?" the man asked, shrewdly considering Kimberly's form.

"Well, for you folks I would recommend two cuts. For the main course I would suggest the ribs." Bob tugged at the collar forcing the new sow to bend over and present her chest to the couple.

The woman giggled. "I bet you'd rather have these honey" She grabbed one of Kimberly's nipples, tweaking and tugging at it.

Kimberly grunted softly feeling the tugging. She flushed, bending at her narrow waist.

The man flushed and gave his wife a bemused look. He poked and prodded Kimberly's sides, before making a decision. "Yes, a full rack of the baby backs to share between us.

"And the other cut?" Dale asked, scribbling the first order on his order pad.

Kimberly felt the hands glide and fingers press, beginning to get a feel for what life will be like for the next 2 days. She was amazed at their casualness, then she was struck by her own first time there.

Dale pulled up on Kimberly's collar forcing her to stand for a moment before turning her and pulling again to bend her over, presenting her hind quarters to the patrons. He did not see the sow's eyes bugging out at the pulling of the collar, or her legs straining as she balanced. Instead he seized a cheek her taunt rump and pulled it aside to expose her fillet to the guests. "Seeing as this is such a romantic evening for you, there is no greater aphrodisiac as a fine sow fillet." He pulled Kimberly open so that he could entice them to order the expensive cut. Kimberly's slit glistened as the couple looked at it intently.

Kimberly felt her wedge exposed to their eyes, remembering she had the same when she was last here.

"Yes, we'll have one to share, " the man nodded after examining the folds of Kimberly fillet.

Kimberly was yanked back up to face the guests whose eyes follow her every move. "Very good" Dale responded. "And for your sides?" he asked, poised to continue writing.

"We'll have steak fries, beans and Caesar salads."

"Very good" Bob nodded, gathering the menu's leash. He scanned the room for any more orders to be taken saw a customer at a table at the side of the room. Pulling on the leash he ordered Kimberly to follow and set off in the direction of the table.

Kimberly wordlessly following, carefully negotiating her way between the tables. As they approached, she recognized it was none other than Serge sitting there. Her eyes softened with relief at the familiar face.

"Serge, good evening." Dale smiled politely at the regular patron.

"Howdy Dale, How's life treating you?"

"Not bad not bad," the waiter responded in kind. "So what it'll be tonight?" he asked, letting the leash go slack

"Let's see," Serge responded, reaching up to lift and caress one of Kimberly's oversized udders. "You know, this sow is making me hungry for some breast meat." he said, looking Kimberly right in the eye.

Kimberly could see he was looking at her as if she was a sow. Which she was. She felt his caress and was shocked by his clinical observations.

"Turn it around for me," Serge directed.

"Sure thing" Dale responded obediently, taking the leash and manoeuvring her around so that her bottom was presented to him. He tugged her down, compelling Kimberly to bend at the waist and present her fillet for inspection.

She felt Serge's hand slide over her nude sex, damp with excitement. Kimberly pursed her lips at the touch, suppressing a squeak of surprise. His hand massage her fillet, his middle finger flicking her clitoris, sending a jolt through her, silent gasps escaped her mouth.

"Now Serge, are we buying or having fun?" Dale asked with a smile.

Serge withdrew his wet hand. "Sorry Dale, fillets always good but a bit rich for me tonight"

Serge's hand trailed downward, caressing the inside of her thigh. "Bob, I think I'll have some leg tonight and I hope it's half as good as this one."

"But of course," Dale intoned, writing it down.

"-And I'll have some mashed with that, broccoli and bring me another Bass Ale, " Serge ordered, done with the menu.

"Right away"

Kimberly briefly remembered his budget, it was a big part of the reason she was before him. There was a swelling of pride in her breast at his mention of her toned thigh. She had worked very hard for her form and figure and was glad to be recognized for it.

Dale scanned the room, seeing no more tables needing a menu, he pulled Kimberly out of the room and back down the hallway toward the holding cage. The brunette followed obediently, wordlessly as they re-entered the pen area. They reached the cage of red tagged sows. An Hispanic man was just pulling number 77 out of the cage.

"Hold the door, I need to put this one in there," Dale instructed, holding Kimberly's leash.

"Right boss," came the reply as Kimberly passed the doomed sow on her way in. The look in the sow's eyes was simultaneously one of terror and sexual arousal.

Kimberly gasped with realization, stepping into the cage as the fair red-head passed her, being lead out.

Dale unclipped her leash and she join the naked, tagged population of sows milling about the cage. Some were huddled in the corner, some masturbated openly, obviously excited.

Kimberly looked about the cage, getting her bearings. The minutes pass as she stood there among her naked sister sows. The smell of the excited ones mixed with the odour of the pits wafting through the ventilation system. She moved about the pen, trying to discover who was a grade A and who was a grade B. She could tell by the single stamp on one of each of their haunches. She wondered which one Serge would get in exchange for her time as the menu.

The Hispanic man returned without number 77. He took a look at the clipboard,"OK, who's the lucky sow?" He smiled and walked over to the bars of the cage. The mood inside the cage changed, becoming hushed as most of the sows watched the man. "Yes, that gets your attention bitches;" he laughed

Kimberly turned to regard the man as he looked through the bars. The sight of him sent shivers of fear through her. He was greasy in his demeanour and his look.

His name was Manuel, he was foul tempered and mean.

"-And the winner is," the man chuckled, interrupted her thoughts. He was clearly enjoying himself as he scanned the sows and his gaze stopped on Kimberly. "Number 89!"

Kimberly glanced behind her with surprise. She did not seeing the number on any of the sows. Glancing back she caught his gaze falling hard on her.

The man opened the cage and headed right for Kimberly. He grabbed her collar. "This little piggy went to the market. Oh, I'm soooo funny," he chuckled to himself. The man starts dragging her out.

"Hey! - What?!" Kimberly cried, stunned. She groaned, stumbling after him. "I'm not 89, I'm 68! I'm only here until Sunday," she protested her heart clutched with fear.

"Hey sow, shut the fuck up or I'll gag you. Fuckin' bitches all the same;" he grumbled, pulling her out of the cage and slammed the door shut. "Come 'on bitch!" he ordered.

"Ugh!" Kimberly groaned, stumbling after him. "But! No! Wait!" Kimberly sputtered, continuing to protest. "Where's Vinny? or Bob - I'm just the Demo girl!"

"OK bitch, I warned you." Manuel held her collar with one hand and pulled red poire out of his pocket, shoving it against her lips. "Come on sow, you want to talk huh? You want to?" The gag slipped into Kimberly's mouth and was pulled tight. "There you go little sow." He held her tightly by the collar and licked her face. "Hah. Time to get you on a stick. We've got hungry paying customers waiting."

Kimberly snuffled against the red ball of the gag, moaning with protest, trembling with fear. She shook her head 'no', terrified by the foul tempered man.

Manuel dragged her forcibly by the collar out of the room and down the hallway. They arrived at a white tiled room, in its centre was a low wood block with several leather straps. At that moment, two men carried number 77 out of the other door leading to the pits. Her naked impaled flesh jiggled helplessly as she was carried on the spit.

Kimberly saw number 77 blink and gasped through her nose with alarm.

Manuel pulled her stumbling form over to the wood block and forced her down in front of it. A big heavy man, she couldn't resist him. With her hands securely tied behind her back, he forced her down until her chest was against the wood block.

Kimberly grunted, feeling her breasts mash against the block, pillowing beneath her as she continue to protest shrilly.

"Quit squirming bitch!" Manuel growled. The swarthy man put a knee in her back and pulled a heavy leather strap across her. She felt him slip a leather strap behind her left knee, pulling it way forward, and then do the same with the right. The collar she wore was unbuckled and he reached out with his meaty hand, cupping her sex. "There now I can see your spit hole sow"

The brunette, turned blonde, turned her face with fear. She felt her sex lips opened, terrified that she about to be spitted.

Manuel dipped his hand into a large tin of lard and took a dollop of it on his fingers. "Time to get the spit hole ready sow, yes?" Manuel laughed at the terrified sow.

Kimberly felt several of his fingers enter her, coating her "spit hole" with the slippery lard. She groaned, shaking her head some more, trying to get him to see the green tag on her ear.

Manuel was oblivious to her efforts and protestations. Happily, he massaged her open sex, readying it for the spit. "Oh yeah little chiquita, you are going to roast up real good," he purred malevolently.

Kimberly shook her blonde locks, feeling his impersonal but enthusiastic touch.

A big powerful looking black man wearing a blood stained "Squeal of the Pig" T-shirt appeared in the doorway. He took one look at Kimberly and then looked at Manuel.

"Manuel, what the fuck are you doing?" he demanded with a snarl.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" the Hispanic man shot back.

"Manuel, what number sow is this suppose to be?" the black man asked, placing his massive hands on his hips.

"89" Manuel responded, some doubt creeping into his response.

"You fucking colour-blind bastard. This is sixty-eight," came the response.

Kimberly sighed with relief, lowering her face.

"Oh, yeah? What the fuck? They are all the same," Manuel replied with a sideways glance of embarrassment.

"No they're not Man,. This one is green, but then you can't see that can you?"

"No, Tyrone. Sorry man."

"Yeah well, your lucky I'm your workmate," Tyrone responded to the apology.

Kimberly wriggled against the straps, wanting to be set free.

"Fuck man," Manuel shrugged, "This is a pretty good one though, don't you think?" he asked, trying to get the focus off himself.

"Yeah, it's ok. Good tits," Tyrone nodded, not wanting to argue further. " Hey there little Blondie, sorry about my stupid friend," Tyrone looked down at the blonde sow's face.

"Hey," he said, hitting on an idea, looking at Kimberly. "I'll do you the favour of saving your little ass and my boss the fine for the mistake but you've got to do something for me"

Kimberly looked up with question. The man before her was imposing and intimidating.

Tyrone pulls down his zipper and drew himself out. "-A guy gets all worked up putting sows in the pits all night if you know what I mean?" he chuckled at her unrolling the foreskin on his veiny member, kneeling to rub the big head of it against her gagged lips.

Kimberly realized what he wanted but was too grateful to protest. She breathed evenly, tasting the rubber of the gag as her lips bulged around it.

"Take it off Man," Tyrone gestured to his workmate.

Manuel released the gag and before Kimberly could move her mouth Tyrone sank half his steel hard prick into her helpless mouth.

Kimberly felt the cock push over her tongue, probing the back of her throat. She sealed her lips around it. She moaned softly, suckling the cock. Her tongue explored it as her lips smacked.

Not to miss on opportunity, Manuel pulled down his own zipper and slid easily into Kimberly from behind. He grunted as he sank himself in to the hilt.

"Hey look Tyrone, a spit roast," Manuel gestured, taking a hand from Kimberly's slender waist before replacing it.

"Yeah," Tyrone agreed with a grin, "You sure are a funny little bastard."

The men took their captive sow, because that is what Kimberly was to them. Even though they could not spit her, they could do this with impunity.

Kimberly grunted against the cock in her mouth, feeling the cruel man sink inside her from behind.

Tyrone's cock oozed with precum into Kimberly's mouth as he grabbed her golden locks and worked her head over his burning meat.

Kimberly continuing to suckle and groan, her sex wet and slick from the lard and her natural lubrication. She felt her hips press into the hard corner of the wooden block, the cock gliding back and forth in her mouth.

The men took her without mercy. She was just meat to them. They began to breathe harder and harder, moments away from spraying their sow full.

The first one was Manuel. His come started like little whimpers. He pounded Kimberly from behind with a frenzied urgency, his juices welling up inside his invading prick. He groaned something in Spanish before injecting a warm flood inside her sex, his jism jetting out of his stinking cock and into Kimberly.

Kimberly panted through her nose, flushed pink, glowing with the perspiration that covered her. She realized what was happening, unable to stop it, her body betrayed her.

Tyrone, with his dark hands gripping a handful of Kimberly's blonde tresses, worked her mouth, pulling her head all the way down on his throbbing shaft. He enjoyed how she gagged taking its length all the way into her throat before his cock started to leap emptying itself in long powerful jolts.

Kimberly felt the cock shoot, his grunts in her ears. She realized she was swallowing unconsciously, shocking herself at her acceptance.

"There you go Blondie, a favour for a favour," Tyrone smiled, withdrawing his cock, a streamer of cum and saliva sticking her lip. Tyrone took a stinking rag and wiped the drool and cum from her mouth.

Manuel did the same for her legs and puffy sex. The pair were doing their best to cover up their impromptu break.

"OK, let's get this one back into the cage before they miss it," Tyrone directed as they began to unstrap the sow and pull her to her feet. She was quickly recollared and walked back to the cage. The sows inside seemed genuinely surprised to Kimberly again and regarded the men quizzically.

Kimberly shuddered as she leaned against the bars outside the cage, trying to regain her composure. He body was on fire from the sex, the scents of the two men were on her, she could taste Tyrone on her tongue. A key was turned and the men opened the door, pushing Kimberly back inside.

"Here you go Manuel. 89" Tyrone grabs a full bodied sow that was sitting on one of the benches playing with her self. "Come on honey. We'll take care of that itch for you." The two men disappeared through the door with sow "89"

Kimberly gasped as she realizing most acutely what was about to happen to the freshly taken sow. Kneeling on the floor, she drank from the water trough before rising to take a seat on one of the benches. She panted softly, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she tried to digest how closely she came to being spitted and not in some practice run on her friend's machine.

Moments passed and Dale returned He took a leash off the wall and lets himself into the cage. He saw the menu sow move towards him obediently and grabbed her collar, clipping the leash to it. With Kimberly in tow, he headed back towards the restaurant's dining hall.

Kimberly sighed with relief, following him, glad for her escape from the back. Her sex still swollen and puffy from the sexing. The din of the dinning room quickly grew louder and soon she was walking amongst the tables. She observed a capacity crowd devouring pieces of what almost surely are the remains of her recent cell mates. Dale lead her out onto the outdoor patio toward a large group of tables of what appeared to be students jocks and a few older gentlemen.

Kimberly straightened up, feeling the cool autumn breeze caress her skin, taking some of the fever from it.

"Good evening gentlemen, and congratulations on winning on your win this evening," Dale smiled and nodded as he stood with the sow beside him. "I've brought by our menu sow so you can make your dinner selections."

The table erupted into hoots and hollers in response. "I want tits." One of the jocks yelled out and the table erupted with laughter.

Kimberly pressed her lips together, listening to the chuckling and laughter. She surprised herself by not blushing, she felt a sliver of pride that her newly enhanced bustline.

Dale leaned her forward to allow her full double-D- cup udders hang down for the boys. They grabbed at them like they were juicy ripe fruit meant to be harvested and devoured.

Kimberly emitted soft grunts, hoping they didn't bruise her. The blonde's breasts were creamy and taut after the filling. Taking deep, regular breaths, Kimberly listened to their comments and tried to put them in context.

One of the older men, a coach, took her by a nipple and tweaked it. "We'll take a dozen to share for starters," ordered, his hand sliding down the sow's flank. "-And a dozen full racks."

Dale dutifully made his notes as the coach sealed the fate of a six sows.

Kimberly felt the practiced hand of the older man, wondering if his team came to the restaurant after every game. She kept calm feeling the coach's hand slide down and moves over your thigh while one of the players felt her rump and the other leg. "And a dozen drumsticks," she heard said. Their ravenous appetites stunned her.

Kimberly felt the player behind her slide his finger into her still swollen sex and a big dollop of Manuel's leavings dripped down her leg.

"Aw shit, what's this?" the jock exclaimed with disgust.

Kimberly flushed in embarrassment, stricken with panic. She glanced at Dale with fear and apology.

Dale's visage filled with annoyance. "I'm so sorry Sir! The sows and the backroom help simply can't be trusted sometimes. I'll get you a round of beers on the house and your order in a hurry. Sorry;" he apologized profusely before roughly yanking on the leash and dragging Kimberly back toward the back room.

Kimberly groaned, stumbling after him. She was frightened about what would happen next.

Dale dragged her to an area behind the cage where a drain sat depressed in the tiled floor. He placed Kimberly over it, kicking her legs apart, commanding, "-Legs apart sow!"

Kimberly groaned and yelped at the kicks, though they were not particularly forceful. She felt his fingers find the slit of her sex, probing to clean her further.

"You're lucky I don't have you flogged for this. - I could you know - but I also know some of the guys are literally fucking off on their jobs," he said, his face a mask of anger.

"Th-they forced me," Kimberly stuttered, trembling at the mention of being flogged.

"Shut up sow," Dale responded, not wanting to hear the thoughts of an animal. He pulled a hose from a rack on the wall and began to flush her insides with chilly water.

Kimberly yelped at the stream of cold water. It shot up inside, going straight up her spine to the top of my head. She winced, clenching her eyes shut, moaning.

Dale pulled the hose out and began dousing the rest of her sweaty soiled body. "There, that's a bit better," she said, finishing, "Nothing will put a customer off his appetite more than a filthy sow."

Kimberly shivered from the spray of the cold water. Her body glistened in the overhead lights, her fair skin goosepimply.

"Come on, I'm not done with you yet." Dale pulled Kimberly past the cage where Manuel and Tyrone were busy emptying it out of six sows. They lead the parade of naked animals past them, tethered to each other by ropes around their neck. Manuel winks at Kimberly, blowing her a kiss while Dale, intent on getting back to the dining hall was oblivious.

Kimberly quickly trailed after Dale, taking quick, dainty steps. She grimaced in fear at the gesture by Manuel. Soon she are back in the dinning hall with Dale towing her toward a table with six business men, 2 Caucasians and 4 Asians.

"Good evening Bill, Joe," Dale said, politely acknowledging the regulars. "And who are your guests this evening?" he smiled, looking at the 4 Asian men.

"These are 4 reps from Sonasonic here to do some business with us this evening," Bill informed the waiter. The four men nodded their heads slightly as a polite gesture to Dale. The waiter returned a full bow.

"Always happy to help along any business with some fine barbecued meats," Dale nodded cordially.

"Well we were hoping for a bit more this evening," Bill smiled, slipping Dale a large denomination.

"Ah, yes, very good. Special treatment for your special guests," Dale smiled with understanding. He saw the men all nod and smile.

Kimberly blinked rapidly, wondering what had just been agreed upon.

"Good, good." Dale nodded back to the group. "But first you should order." Dale turned Kimberly around and bent her over to show off her now squeaky clean sex. He held her buttocks open, displaying her for all the men to see.

"Ah, filletah," one of the men intoned with a smile.

"Yes, I have an excellent selection cooking right now." Dale agreed with their choice,

She felt one of the men's hands on her, probing the soft sweet meat of her wedge. She stared straight ahead, pressing her lips together, taking measured breaths.

"Well, nothing's too good for my fine guests this evening." Bill answered. "We'll take six."

Kimberly felt another pair of hands on her bottom now, feeling the soft round flesh, tugging at it. Her rosette winked reflexively. She was feeling more and more like meat.

"Well take two rumps I think. Just make sure they are as nice as this one," the owner of the hands demanded. "-And a some sirloin as well."

Kimberly felt her lower back and sides handled as the order was placed. She breathed softly through her nose, her eyes darting about as they make their selections. She felt her breasts pendulum beneath her.

"Very good gentlemen. I'll get right on it and we'll have some special "Squeal of the Pig" hospitality to offer you after you enjoy your dinner," he smiled, tugging Kimberly up to stand. Having done well with his table of favoured guests, Dale hauled the blonde sow back toward the holding pen.

Entering the backroom Dale could see there are only two sows left. A dark skinned full bodied beauty, barely out of her teens, maybe younger and a scrawny scared looking thing, her wide eyes regarding him as he put Kimberly back in the pen.

Kimberly looked at the pair of them and remembered what the business group had ordered, wondering what the restaurant did in situations like this. Dale removed her leash and locked the cage before heading off to fill the order. She saw the two sows regard her. She took a seat on the bench, relieved after being in the dining room. She sighed and leaned her head back against the bars for a moment.

"Dey bring back your meat, They don't like it?" the dark sow asked, regarding her.

"I'm just the menu tonight," Kimberly sighed again, her eyes fluttering open. She did not want to hurt the sow's feelings. "-But I think they'll like you," she remarked complimentarily.

"Ah, you are a human girl," the dark sow said with disgust. "I am raised a sow" she declared proudly. "My meat is the best."

"I'm sure that's true," Kimberly nodded diplomatically. "I'm just helping a friend tonight," she began to explain.

The scared looking sow blinked and regarded Kimberly. "I'm a human girl too damn it. Maybe they wouldn't take me either."

The darks sow laughed. "Yeah, you are too scrawny for Master," she said, using the name ranch raised sows used to describe any potential diner or owner. "You need be a real sow to please them."

The reaction of the scared sow was not one of comfort.

"I don't think either of you would be here if they didn't plan to make meals out of you," Kimberly shrugged, reasoning.

"You damn straight and I make a good meal too. My masters be very pleased" The dark sow held her head up, proud of her station.

The scared sow rolled her wide eyes. "Yeah, we'll all be meat except for little miss human there," she snarled and scowled.

"I'm a sow for the next 2 days," Kimberly responded defending herself.

The scared sow closed her eyes and shook her head as if to block Kimberly's words out, "Don't fucking talk about it."

The dark sow laughed and looked at Kimberly. "Ah, you be a sow one day again, I know. Master cook you good and you'll like it. I can tell."

Kimberly *looked at her with question, unconsciously crossing her legs, licking her lips, confused as to how to respond to the prediction.

They heard the door clicks across the way and Dale entered followed by Tyrone and Manuel.

"Oh, fucking shit." The scared sow cursed, trembling.

"OK, I want these last three on a leash," Dale directed with a point at the pen.

Tyrone and Manuel opened the door to the cage and walked toward the three carrying a rope with three loops.

"On your feet sows," Tyrone ordered, opening one of the loops with his large hands as the trio obeyed, glancing at each other with question.

Tyrone looped the rope over each of their heads until they were in a nice neat row. There was a tug on the rope and they were lead out of the cage toward the back hallway.

Kimberly, with her breasts pushed out proudly and her heart pounding again, followed the girl in front of her. She shuffled along, her eyes lowered submissively. Her breath caught in her throat as they were lead toward the spitting room. Her mind raced in protest after what had already occurred earlier.

They were lead past the spitting room further down the hall, leaving the trio to wonder where they were being taken. Tyrone opened an old steel door and lead the sows inside. He flicked on the light and to reveal an old termination room, complete with a guillotine, a gallows and other assorted horrors. In an instant the voices of the six business men approaching could be heard.

Kimberly gasped her heart pounding with genuine fear. Her eyes darted from place to place in the room, the stocks, the whips the irons and brazier, the noose, the frightened her.

"I love this place" Bill remarked slapping his fat stomach. "Dinner was great but you guys are in for a real treat" He burped. "Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly.

"Ah, Dale-san, I thought you live spit all your sow?" one of the visiting businessman questioned.

"Yes we do, but this room was used back in the days when live spitting was not perfected," Dale explained with a smile.

"Ah," the businessman nodded in understanding.

"We'd bring the sows back here and either hang 'em or pop 'em and then stick them on a spit," Dale said, with a sweeping gesture to the various methods of dispatch.

The scared sow behind Kimberly started to audibly whimper even as Kimberly's breath caught, trying to keep her own reaction in check. She listened, unsure of what was about to happen, remembering the green tag in her ear, frightened it would not protect her.

"-Well, anyway, we still keep this room around for fun," Dale explained as the men laughed in approval.

Kimberly cringed inwardly at the laughter, knowing they were about to become the evening's amusement.

"OK, let's have Blondie over here." Dale motioned toward the gallows.

It was low platform with a noose that could be hoisted up rather then the kind used for a long drop. Tyrone slipped the leash from Kimberly's neck and lead her to the waiting noose.

Kimberly gasped with fear, shaking her head, she glanced back and forth between the staff. She wanted to struggle but knew that to refuse would end with her conversion as the dangling noose drew nearer with each step.

Tyrone lead her onto the platform and slipped the hangman's noose over her swan-like neck. "She sure does have a nice neck for hanging" Joe remarked to him.

Kimberly looked at the businessman with astonishment her eyes wide at the compliment. She felt the rope synched up.

"OK, bring the other two over here." Tyrone fetched the other two sows and brought them on the stage with you.

Kimberly trembling her face searching the businessmen and staff's faces for signs of a macabre prank meant to shock but she detected none.

"On your knees bitches;" Manual growled. The sows complied. The scared sow cowered while dark sow proudly knelt, her breasts out.

"Please," whined in protest. "I have to be back on Sunday," she breathing it out the words.

Tyrone leaned over and whispered in Kimberly ear. "Shut the fuck up sow," he said deliberately and angrily before he laughed loudly. The men join in laughing.

"OK, step right up and don't be shy if you know what I mean," Dale invited the hosting businessmen. "Bill, Joe, show your guests how the game works."

Kimberly gasped, her lips trembling, chilled to the bone. She looked down, glancing at the two sows on their knees.

Bill and Joe opened their flies, pulling their cocks forth. The Japanese seeing this, nodded and followed suit. Soon they were standing around Kimberly, the two kneeling sow's mouths stuffed with their hardening pricks. All the while the Japanese men fondled Kimberly enlarged breasts.

Kimberly took soft, even breaths, relieved that it was all they wanted. She tossed her head to remove a curl of blonde hair from her eyes.

Bill now fully engorged and pulled his cock away from the slobbering dark sow. "OK, boys, now here is how the game is played," Bill explained. He got behind Kimberly and spread her bottom and sex open and rubbed his glans against her sex lips

Kimberly felt him touch her, a tremor went through her.

"First you stick it up inside the sow, like this," he said, demonstrating shoving himself up her. The noose lightly gripped her neck. "Get up there real good," he grunted with a smile, enjoying the warm wet surrounding him.

Kimberly rose up on the balls of her feet, feeling him sink up inside, her eyes fluttering. Her lips opened but she kept from uttering a sound.

The men watched, the sows suckling on their stiff pricks. The dark sow with gusto and the other with thinly veiled disgust. "-And the you get your buddy to stand in front. Joe," Bill directed, looking at his colleague.

Joe stepped up in front of Kimberly, facing her, his wet knob rubbing against her flat stomach.

Kimberly mouthed the words, 'Oh,' feeling her tummy prodded, and the other cock imbedded inside her.

"And then, alley-oop!" Joe squatted, grabbing her behind the knees and hoisting up her legs. She suddenly lost touch with the ground, her weight is now distributed between the noose and Bill's cock.

Kimberly gurgled, feeling the rope snug up on her neck. Her eyes went wide, she kicked against Joe's hands wanting to regain the ground. Her sex clenched on Bill's member.

"Ah yes, gets 'em going every time. You should feel her cunt grabbing at me," Bill smiled at the assemblage. He began to thrust into her; each thrust up relieving the pressure on her neck, giving her air, each pull back cruelly choking her. Her whole being was focused on his steady, brutal rhythm.

"Uh!" Kimberly groaned with a wince. The blonde gasped in breaths of air. Flushed red, she felt the rope press into her air through the leather collar. Her sex spasmed, gripping the cock. She heard his groans in her ear.

"OK, let Shoichi and Kenji have a go," Bill invited, letting her down. The held her up while she tried to stand, her legs weakened. Soon Kenji has his cock up inside of her and his friend Shoichi pulls her legs out from under her. "Ary-oop" he yelled gleefully in imitation of Joe.

Kimberly was being taken again. The new man was shorter though, and so were the breaths she got with each upward thrust. She grunted with each thrust, her eyes clenching with each tug of the noose. Her eyes opened with each desperate breath. She was becoming euphoric from the lack of air. Her calves were gripped under the businessman's arms, the cock continued to press inside her, her breasts bouncing.

The men batted her around like a toy on the end of a string, taking their turns. Her world was nothing but the rope and the cocks inside her. Meanwhile the two sows serviced the men waiting their turn.

Kimberly's mind swam in flashes of light and darkness, brightly coloured images, faces, sensations and sounds. Some part of her mind wondered where all the groaning was coming from. She had come more than once, but barely realized it, her clitoris engorged and swollen pink.

As the men thrust in and out, lifting and dropping her on their fat members her sex was swollen and fully open. Her juices glistened on their cocks, her sex lips smacked at their cocks while her face was half purple. Her lips full, her breath rasping. They held her whole existence in their hands. She may have had a green tag but they were caught up and might make a mistake in their reverie as they enjoyed her spasming sex.

Kimberly took wheezing breaths as cum dribbling out of her.

"OK, Shoichi and Kenji I have a special treat," Bob announced. "Oh behalf of your friends at DigiCorp we want to present this ceremonial sword to you," Bob extended the sword to Kenji the senior manager of the group.

"Thank you Bill-san," Kenji smiled accepting it. Kenji rubbed the broad end of it against Kimberly's body as she hanged between two of the men.

Kimberly was unable to protest. She gurgled, her eyes reddened.

Without warning he swung the sword. It sang through the air over Kimberly's head cutting the rope. Collapsing her on the ground in a heap between the two sows who looked down upon her laying there. Shoichi seized the timid sow from behind and sank his pulsing organ into her. She squealed in surprise.

Another of the visiting businessmen, Hiro grabbed her by the hair pulling her head out, straightening her neck. She shook her head and shrieked.

Kimberly gasped her head swimming. She groaned, her face pressed against the surface of the platform.

Kenji brought the sword down on the timid sow, lopping her head from her shoulders.

As Kimberly lay there in a heap she saw Tyrone drag away the headless body. Kenji picked up the girl's head asking about a trophy mounting.

"Okay, I think we've had a successful meeting here," Bill declared. The men chuckled and laughed. The businessmen retired out the door leaving the two remaining sows with Tyrone, Manuel and Dale.

Dale looked at the sows. "Get these two back in the cage. We have a full day tomorrow," he directed, getting immediate compliance from the workers.

Kimberly unable to remove the noose from around her neck let out a sob of relief, her sex throbbing. She felt herself hefted over Manuel's shoulder and carried until she was dumped on the straw matting that served as the bedding for the sows. She lay there, as the pen door clanged shut, left to finish out her first night as a sow.