"Hey there sleepy sow," Serge smiled, standing on the there other side of the bars looking down at Kimberly.

Hearing the familar voice, Kimberly let out a sigh of relief. "Hi!" she responded brightly, sitting up, smiling back at him. She struggled to kneel with her wrists still bound. After a few seconds, she made it to her knees to face him.

"Theres not much going on here until this evening so Vinny is letting you off a little early," he announced, knowing she would appreciate the news.

"Oh that's a relief," she smiled, before glancing at the trough through the bottom of the bars. "Is there any breakfast? I'm so hungry!" she gushed out a moan.

"Let's get you out of there and we can have some bacon or sausage and eggs," he suggested, holding the bars, looking at her.

"'K',," she nodded with a smile, getting to her. She was suprised that she was not even the slightest bit embarassed, before glancing down at her form. "I might need to shower," indicating the dust that covered her.

Serge called Manuel over and he opened the pen's door for Kimberly. "Well I can hose you down first if you like or you can use the shower in Vinny's office"

"Whichever!" she said, smiling with so much enthusiasm that she shook her head from side to side as she stepped out to freedom.

"OK then, step over here," Serge intructed, taking her by the arm and leading her over to the tiled area with a drain. He turned on the hose and adjusted it so that it was pleasantly warm before beginning to hose her down.

"Mmmmm....ohhhhh...thanks......" Kimberly moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure, turning as the water sprays over her. She smiled at the pleasant warmth, happy to be returning to human status again. She licked her lips, feeling the 2 days of activity being washed away.

Serge put the hose aside for a moment and took a large bottle of soap and squirted it on her. Seizing a long handled brush, he scrubbed her lightly, massaging her muscles with the bristles. Returning to the hose he rinsed the soap away, asking if she felt better as he completed cleaning her.

"Oh yeah!" she smiled at his question. The water was refreshing, she before him proudly as he finished.

"I must say you make for quite the fine sow," he said, his eyes sweeping over her glistening form.

"Thanks!" she giggled with unabashed pride.

"Well, we can wait until 3 or we can get you back to human status now if you like?" he chuckled with his mock offer.

"Mmmm," she began, musing thoughtfully, looking up to the ceiling. "I think I want my clothes back!" she laughed, rolling her eyes at his offer. "-Not that it wasn't fun-mostly anyways," she admitted, not mentioning Manuel just yet.

"Are you sure? We can make it a permanent thing if you like," he offered with a chuckle and sideways glance as he lead her over to the inspector's desk where a box awaited them.

"I'm sure you could!" she giggled as strutted across the room. "My things?" she asked, seeing the familiar box.

"Yes, now hold still," Serge instructed, taking hold of her ear tag and removing it. He tossed it onto the desk. Picking up a pair of small cutters he freed her wrists of the twine.

"Ohhhhh, thanks," she groaned, rubbing her wrists and arms. Her shoulders began to relax after being drawn back. After the first bout of pins and needles subsided, she opened the box.

"So, I can wait outside while you get dressed. You're not a sow anymore you know and you might like some privacy," he offered, walking her to Vinny's office door.

"Thank you," she nodded, waiting for him to leave before opening the box and starting to dress. She started with her panties, marvelling at their texture before continuing with the rest of my outfit, ending with my shoes. She looked around for a moment, at the chairs and the desk, and the place the cart occupied the night before, blowing out a breath in memory. She took one last glance at the trophies before emerging from the office and finding Serge looking into the pen of sows.

"Hi," she smiled and giving him a quick hug.

Serge returned the hug. "Thanks for doing this. Want to see what your good works got us?"

"Sure," she nodded, imagining everything that she did over the weekend in an instant.

Serge walked Kimberly over to the cage near the dark sow. "You; sow, come here," he demanded firmly.

The dark haired sow reflexively rose and came to the bars.

"I am your owner sow and this is your mistress," Serge declared, as the sow averted her glance.

"I hope my meat pleases you greatly," she offered.

Kimberly did a double take, taking a second to clue in, "Oh?- Oh! - Wow!" Kimberly marvelled looking at Serge.

He nodded at Kimberly smiling, before turning back to the sow again. "You have two more sleeptimes sow and then we will make a feast of you."

"I live only to be on your table master," the sow responded.

"Yes," Serge smiled, looking back at Kimberly. "So what do you think, making a meal of your cell mate here?"

Kimberly was resisting the urge to place her hands at the small of my back in the presense of the sow, the last two days had become habit forming. She hesitated a moment, catching Serge's look, "-Wow, I'm still getting used to it!" she looked at Serge with astonishment, smiling with disbelief.

"Yes, just think, less than 30 minutes ago you were in there with her. You were as she is. And now you are part owner. And Tuesday night she'll be in your stomach," he nodded with satisfaction.

"It's amazing," Kimberly replied, running a hand through her damp curls, trying to keep them from knotting up on her. "Are we taking her with us for breakfast?" she asked innocently, looking at the sow.

Serge burst out laughing. "No, no. Vinny's going to hold on to her for us. Jeez, I can just see the three of us having a polite breakfast"

Kimberly blushed and giggled sheepishly, "Well, I didn't know," she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

"You don't want to feed them meat and eggs either. She's going to be fed that fruit gruel until we use her. Isn't that right sow? You want to taste good for your masters?" Serge asked, looking at the sow.

"It is my only purpose in life to be the best meat for my masters," came the reply

"She's definitely committed to it," Kimberly nodded; after being in the herd for two days, she knew the sow was speaking truthfully.

"It's all she's ever known. She is raised as meat and has been mentally conditioned to be more than alright with it"

"She's definitely that," Kimberly agreed, putting her hands on her hips.

"- In fact her training and rearing conflates her response to being a meat animal with her sexual response," he informed, reaching through the bars and stickomg a finger into her sex. The sow gasped lightly as he pulled out my finger all wet with her excitement. "See?" he offered Kimberly a look.

"I know!" Kimberly exclaimed, feeling her own clitoris buzz almost reflexively, flushing as if he could tell.

Serge look at Kimberly and then at the sow and licked his finger clean. "I'm sure your meat will make a fine banquet for your masters."

The sow bowed her head and Kimberly sensed a slight tremor of an orgasm flash through her body.

"Pretty good huh? A real natural," he declared poking Kimberly a little in the side with his elbow.

"Y-yes," Kimberly stuttered, not sure whom he was addressing for a moment. "-I'm just glad to be wearing clothes again Serge," she breathed, changing the subject.

Serge heartily laughed again, "Yes, well, the life of a sow isn't for everyone."

"It's definitely interesting," she nodded in agreement. "I couldn't believe how many Vinny goes through! I almost became one myself!" she exclaimed with exasperation

"Yes, Vinny does quite a business," he began before stopping in mid-sentence, his hand going to Kimberly's upper arm with alarm and concern. "How did that happen? Didn't they know you were a green tag? It's as plain as day," he declared, looking into her eyes.

"Ummm, I think I'll tell you over breakfast, rather than right here," she replied, glancing around with a touch of anxiety.

"Okay," he relented, seeing her discomfort. Placing a hand on her back he directed her out of the holding area as the dark sow took her place again on the bench.

"I think what you have planned with make it easier for them when you get your ideas accepted and completed," Kimberly said to Serge, referring to the sows they left behind.

"Yes, well, the spitting process will definitely be better. But of course since we'll get more live spittings they will have to endure the heat of the pits more often than not," he responded, walking beside her, bumping into her gently, the confinement of the corridor making it difficult for two to walk abreast.

"That's true," she nodded in agreement, letting him gently direct her as they walked through the restaurant. She recalled her time on the tray the previous night and being walked around the night before. Her mind dwelled on how Serge had bent her to examine her fillet and fondle her breasts before ordering. He was such a mystery.

Serge directed them out onto the empty patio. The pair took their seats and Dale arrived to take their order.

"Hi folks. I've got some pretty good bacon and eggs this morning," he offered courteously.

Kimberly fell silent expecting Dale to hook a ring to her collar and take her away again. "Umm," she began, looking at Dale, too flustered to find her words.

"Hey Dale; get us a couple of plates of the bacon and eggs and some juice and coffee," Serge ordered, taking care of things.

"Sure thing," Dale nodded sauntering off like there was nothing strange about the situation.

"This oil you put in me is really lasting," Kimberly commented off-handedly, glancing down at my chest before nervously looking after Dale.

"Yes, it'll take most of the week to fade away," he said, looking at her chest before looking up at her slightly paniced expression as she looked at Dale disapear inside. "Relax, you're the honored guest now. Not the "Guest of Honor""

"Oh my gawd! I lost my voice there for a second!" Kimberly exclaimed, leaning forward with exasperation.

"As far as Dale is concerned you are a fellow citizen, which you are," Serge reassured her.

Kimberly sighed and smiled a little relieved at Serge's words. "Did he recognize me?" she asked, glancing at the closed door to the interior of the restaurant.

"Oh he knows exactly who you are, but it would be impolite to ever bring that up," Serge replied, giving her a lesson in etiquette.

"He really is the classiest guy here," she said, recalling the weekend. "Well, other than you," she smiled.

"Thanks;" he feigned the tipping a non-existant hat.

"- But what was that Friday night Mister? Hmmm?" she demanded with a giggle.

"Now, now, it's impolite to discuss these things. That was then and this is now," Serge chidded.

"I suppose," Kimberly nodded, relenting. "-I do have to drop by a pharmacy after that invention your friend tried out," she declared, remembering the previous day.

"-Oh, that? It was shooting irradiated blanks. He's going to do pretty good for himself with that invention."

"Oh!" she smiled with relief. "That's good," she nibbled her lower lip. "It was good," she admitted candidly, nodding and remembering.

"Yes, very stimulating I'm told. Part of it's function. Makes the sow very receptive to the payload," Serge continued, all very business-like.

Kimberly blushed at the statement, "I guess," she murmured, uncrossing and recrossing her legs under the table.

Dale returned with some cups and set them up in front of them before taking his coffee pot and filling them. "Breakfast will be out shortly," he smiled.

"Thank you," Kimberly said, finding her voice.

"You're welcome ma'am," replied before leaving them.

"Yes, it's going to make breeding sows much more efficient. One operator with a dozen of these things can inseminate a herd of 100 sows in about 2 hours," Serge smiled, continuing the discussion.

"That's amazing!" Kimberly marveled, remembering the thing inside of her. "It wasn't bad at all I guess," she admitted, picking up her coffee after adding some sweetner.

"Yes, the operator just walks from sow to sow, applies it and then by the time he gets to the twelveth sow he's ready to go back and reload the first one and use it on the next sow in line."

"And yours will do how many an hour?" Kimberly smiled with encouragement.

"Well, It'll have to be fast to keep up with the rate the farms will be pumping them out won't it?" he chuckled.

"I guess!" Kimberly beamed at him, "But it will be great! A lot faster and better than the hand spitting," she declared before remembering their previous conversation. "-As I was saying about my tag in there and almost ending up cooked," she glanced about not seeing Manuel.

"You did?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. "That would have been an expensive mistake."

"Yes," she nodded. "I guess one of the attendents must be dyslexic, he took my 68 for 86. They took me to the back and everything! - It was a little scary there for a few minutes!"

"Wow, close call. I guess you really got a real taste of what a sow goes through. - At least an unconditioned sow. A conditioned one would have been sticking her ass in the air begging for it," he said knowingly.

"Well I guess she would yes," she laughed nervously. "-And yes it was like that.

"Well, I'm glad they caught the mistake," he nodded. "But still," he began, he chuckling and breaking the tension, :"-I'm sure you would have made a wonderful roast."

"Hah hah hah," she shook her head and rolled her eyes in response.

"Well, I hate to ask for another favor so soon after your ordeal but it would be a great help. Actualy two favors."

Kimberly's eyes fluttered with disbelief. "Two favours?"

"Well one of them is a favour, the other one is more of a business oportunity for you," he proposed.

"Okay?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

Serge smiled sheepishly and started talking. "Well, they are going to be installing the Jessica here tommorrow night and I need a little help from you with that."

"Uh huh?" she responded, her eyes wide with question.

"Um, you remember how you helped me with the alignment test back at my workshop?"

"Yes?" she responded, the memory never far from her thoughts.

"I need to run another alignment on it when it's installed and I was, uh, hoping?" he asked, his question trailing off.

"-That I would do it again?" she replied, licking her lips.

"In a word - yes," he looked at her hopefully.

Kimberly spat out a choked laugh of disbelief, "Well Serge," she began. "I will on two conditions," she paused, playing with her fork.

"Sure thing," he countered.

"First, I don't get spitted!" she said, half serious half teasing. "I'm not a sow."

"Oh well, you know me. Er, I wouldn't .. um, no" Serge stammered.

"Ok," she paused, making sure her most important concern was addressed, "And second that you'll be there for this test."

"Oh, yes. I'm running the test personally. No one else needs to be there actually," he informed her, glad her conditions were so easily taken care of.

"Then," she paused for a moment, enjoying her power, "Okay." She smiled with inner delight, feeling her button buzz at the thought of being filled again.

"Now as for the second, um, proposition," Serge began anew, pressing her while she was still in an agreeable mood.

"Uh huh? Yes?" she nodded.

"You remember the elderly gent with the insemination device?" he asked, knowing she did.

"Yes, that was quite an afternoon," she nodded.

"He was wondering if we could combine a demo of his device as part of the Jessica demo."

"Hmmm; how?" she asked, trying to picture it.

"Well, um, he was thinking that we could use a demo sow in , um, a standard sow milking station set up next to the, um, Jessica. All the bigwigs will be there anyway. Sort of spitting two sows with one rod as it, um, were," he stammered, pitching the idea.

"Oh, so you two want to put me on display like on Saturday afternoon?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"Again, in a word..yes. He's willing to cut you in on a stock deal though. He's going to make a lot of money with this thing and you could have a piece," Serge offered.

Kimberly wondered how she left him with such a strong impression. "Well, that's intriguing for sure," Kimberly stalled, considering the proposal.

"Well, you did a really good job as a demo sow for the restaurant you know. They had a banner weekend," he said, gesturing with his hands for emphasis.

Kimberly giggled and flushing with suprise, "Really?" She rocked back in her chair, unconciously thrusting her breasts forward beneath her white t-shirt.

"Sure thing. You really helped move the meat here, really put the patrons in a buying mood," he continued, seeing his words meet with some success.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, smiling with pride, running a hand through her hair. "Well, that is a very attractive offer," she mused.

"I think it will be a good payday. Now you'll have to do another temporary conversion for the demo though," he supplied informatively.

"Oh, that was my next question. When does that take place?"

"Well the alignment test is tommorrow night and the spitting demo is Tuesday night," he said, gazing at her expectantly.

Kimberly crossed her legs under the table, her tights growling. Her foot bounced out in the aisle between the tables, as she anxiously considered another conversion. "Mmhmm?"

"So you'll need to be converted for Tuesday late afternoon and evening. A few hours should do. You'll be released right before dinner is served," he explained, continuing to gesture with his hands.

"Oh I see," she nodded in understanding. "-So sometime Tuesday afternoon?"

"Yes," he smiled.

"Okay I guess," she shrugged, feeling butterflies of nervousness.

"What time do you need me here for tomorrow?" she asked.

"You're a real sport Kim," he declared with a smile.

"When do you get off work?"

Kimberly half laughed with sarcasm, "Yes; a real sport. - Three normally, do I need to take a half day on Tuesday?"

"No, that's good. If you can make it here by 4 that would be great!" he responded with unconcealed enthusiam and relief.

"Okay, she nodded, "That should be easy enough.

"Good, and same time tommorrow night for the allignment test," he persisted.

"Four PM? Okay," she nodded, munching on her toast.

"Yes, indeed," he smiled with triumph.

Kimberly shook her head with good natured disbelief at his grin.

Serge grinned even wider.

"You're loving this," she pointed in a playful accusatory manner.

"Well, you can always so no, you know," he smiled, crossing his arms, knowing now that she wouldn't.

"I know, but I'm actually kind of excited about it and for you," she paused before gushing. "You're creating history Serge!"

"And you're helping in a big way." he smiled with a nod of appreciation.

"How many more sows will be live spitted now, what is it? 75% for hand spitting? Your machine will make that number much higher! And how fast can a spitter work?" she asked, excitedly firing off questions before he could even answer.

"Yes, not only a higher success rate but more sows per hour. Over four times more," he said with some pride.

"Wow! See? That's significant," she declared before a thought struck her. "Ummm," she paused. "Serge' you know that video you took of me the first time? Did you send that off to Hills Meats and to the other investors?" She glanced downwards then back up at him.

"They don't have a copy but I've shown it to them," he replied honestly, gritting his teeth, hoping their whole deal wasn't just blown by this new information.

"Oh I see," she nodded slowly. "Well, I guess you would have had to," she reasoned slowly.

"Yes, they were very impressed," he informed her.

"They were?" she brightened. "Well I guess they must have if they're coming Tuesday," wondering if she wouldl be recognized with her conversion.

"Yes. When we do the brochure I'd like you to be in it," he continued, adding to her incentives.

"Really?" she asked catching her breath. "Will they recognize me do you think?"

"I'm not sure. These guys see a thousand sows in a day so I'm not sure," he repeated himself.

"Yes, I suppose," she agreed, partly relieved, partly disapointed. She took a sip of her coffee.

"Don't worry. As far as they are concerned you are just another sow. Grade A maybe, but nothing more special than that. No need to be modest about it"

Kimberly nibbled her lower lip to supress a smile of relief and pride, "Okay; good. It's a bit late for that anyways I suppose," she giggled.

"True," Serge agreed, remembering his trips to pitch his invitation, showing pieces of the tape to various packer research and development staffs.

"I don't know how many times my filet sold this weekend!" she remarked at her temporary conversion and the public's perception of her form. "I mean, my you know," she hesitated, catching her breath.

"Well, they sold every fillet they had. I think it was something like 4 or 5 dozen," he supplied, giving her credit.

"Oh wow!" she smiled with pride.

"Yup," he nodded, glad she was happy about it.

"Well, thank you for breakfast Serge," she smiled, her heart beating a little faster, about to burst with pride and trying to control her emotions. She plucked her napkin from her lap and dabbed her lips, readying to leave.

"OK, let's get you home," he aceeded.

Serge walked her to his car and held her door for her to get in before walking around to get in himself and start the car. They drove out of the restaurant parking lot down the street. Kimberly caught a glimspe of a group of guys on the sidewalk that were at the restaurant the two nights before.

"Hey;" Kimberly interjected, looking out the window at the group and then over at Serge "Those guys were at the restaurant last night; they were customers."

"Happy customers I'm sure," Serge smiled at her.

Kimberly flushed and giggled, "I guess so." She glanced over at them again as they drove past and were soon at her house.

"Thanks for the ride Serge," she smiled smoothing his arm. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Yes, and thank you for getting us our sow for Tuesday night. It really means a lot."

"Sure," she smiled and got out, slamming the door and waving one last time before going inside her home.

Serge waved as he drove off, considering his next two days.

Kimberly entered her house, walking in and kicking off her shoes as soon as she got through the door. She let out a long sigh running a hand through her hair, trying to decide what she wanted to do first. Two nights of living as a sow and sleeping in the pen had left her sore. Making her decision she went straight to work, beginning to run a hot bath before beginning to strip. She wrapped a towel around herself and lit some scented candles, before going to look for a bottle of wine.

Finding a bottle she poured a glass and carried it along with the bottle to the bath. The water continued to rumble as it poured out of the tap into the rapidly growing pool in the depth of the tub. She considered the bottles of bath oil on the ledge about the tub but remembering the last evening's basting, decided against them.

Taking a deep breath and inhaling the vanilla scent of the candles she sipped the wine, enjoying the warmth as it seaped into her. Letting out a soft groan, she set the glass on the side of the tub and slipped into the warm water, letting it steal over her and do from the outside what the wine was doing from the inside.

She looked down at herself in the water as her skin shone slick from beneath it. Running her hands down her thighs she recalled how many had touched her, the customers, the staff, the others, Serge. It amazed her as she leaned back, resting her head against her bath pillow. Rubbing some of the warm water on the tops of her arms and up to her shoulders. Closing her eyes she sat for many long moments taking long slow breaths, letting the water take her away from the weekend and all its events. Being a sow was certainly an eye opening experience. She wondered about what her friends would be saying after they had seen her yesterday, she was sure that she was not the latest topic for gossip. She hadn't even checked her messages yet to see if anyone had called. Dunking her head under the water she came up with her hair slicked to her scalp. Serge was also on her mind. She hoped that everything went well for him on Tuesday. What he had planned for the next evening sent a shiver through her even as she thought of getting back on the machine. She could feel the spit even now. Her hand strayed down to touch her delicate folds used, so many times over the weekend.

Serge puzzled her, he called her sow several times but also called her a lady. He had more than ample chance to take advantage of her status but only touched her as he would any other menu, rather than being with her. It really puzzled her. She was thrilled that his big chance was going forward and that she could help, but it left her wondering. She wondered about herself too, why was she doing this? Was it friendship? Was it more? She didn't think it was more. Was it the chance to be famous or to be the centre of attention? She never knew what he was thinking about her. She touched the underside of her enhanced bustline, admitting to herself that she did like the look that his machine had made possible. Closing her eyes she sighed, letting the warm water soak into her, soothing her tired muscles.

Only after her third adding of hot water to keep the bath warm did Kimberly get out. The water had wrinkled her fingers and toes but only for a few moments as she went to her CD player to replace the soft instrumental that had soothed her in the tub to a copy of Women & Songs. She fixed her hair, it had taken a lot of abuse since the perm on Thursday. She looked at her body in the mirror as she leaned against the counter. She profiled herself and received a jolt of pleasure at what she saw. Her heart nearly burst as she came to realize what so many had seen this weekend and what had sold so much meat. She felt very desireable and pretty. Rather than fritter away the remainder of the day she decided to get dressed into something very feminine and go for a walk to see and be seen in her neighbourhood. It would be nice after being penned for two days. The idea of walking around in public seemed like a treat after the wrists bonds and collars. She did her make-up before getting dressed.

Dressing in her most delicate and prettiest panties, soft white summer dress with tiny prints upon it, matching white heels and tan hose to had to her feminity, Kimberly dabbed some perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, before adding a string of pearls around her neck. Even though their weight was not pleasant after the noose of Friday evening, she was willing to put up with a little discomfort for the full effect of her outfit.

She checked her messages before leaving. There were ones from Kerry and Shannon, of different tones. She figured she would deal with them tomorrow. She did see one from her sister and returned it.

Kimberly's older sister Patricia and mother had both already been selected in the lottery, it was only she, her younger sister angela, and her dad left. They were quite close and Kimbery explained to her sister what she had done that weekend and why. Her sister was startled but grateful for the rendition of her adventure as a demonstration sow. Her questions were many and Kimberly did her best to answer them all. Kimberly ended the conversation by telling Angela, that she wanted to give her fair warning to in case something happened or she came to a decision about her status in the future. The last words she said suprised her, but she put it down as being prudent and the after effects of living as a sow, she wasn't quite herself just yet.

Leaving her house, Kimberly went for a walk in the sunny autumn afternoon. The air was pleasant and just warm enough that she didn't need a sweater. Meeting several of her neighbours on her walk, they were compelled to look twice, not recognizing her as a busty blonde, a reaction that made her giggle with delight. She had fun with the mild bit of deception, allowing herself to enjoy the attention and compliments directed her way. She kept secret how her bustline grew, but none of them were discourteous enough to ask. She did not of course discuss her time at Squeal of the Pig, she did have to live in the neighbourhood she reminded herself.

After her walk and several conversations with fascinated neighbours, Kimberly returned home and smelled the delicious smell of herbs, spices and cooking meat wafting from her neighbour's yard into hers. Saying hello, she found herself invited to her neighbour Gene's barbecue.

He was a nice older gentlemen, retired, a scholar and renaissanceman, who was now married to his 6th wife, the previous five all ending up on a dinner plate, either his or through the lottery. His lovely wife Janice, an auburn haired beauty was taking care of the refreshments while he minded the grill.

"Well hello dear," he boomed, smiling as Kimberly entered their property. "We hardly recognized you with your new hair."

"Thank you. I heard blondes had more fun and I wanted to find out," she quiped, stepping onto their patio, the leather soles of her heels scrapping as she crossed it.

"I could have told you that dear," Gene joked flirtaeously, looking up at her from his chair and over his specticles.

"Now what else have you done to yourself?" he asked, getting up to gently take her forearm and turn her for a better sight.

Kimberly just smiled and flushed, exchanging a glance with his wife. She had lived next to Gene for 4 years now and his attentions were always flattering.

"Hmmm," he mused, "I'm not sure, but maybe by the time it's time to eat we'll figure it out," he smiled, gesturing to a chair.

"Can I get you something to drink? Lemonaide? Wine? A beer?" Janice offered as Kimberly seated herself, daintly pulling the hem of her skirt over her legs, her knee peaking out from beneath its soft material.

"Wine would be lovely," Kimberly smiled as Janice disapeared.

"So have you had a good weekend?" Gene asked, turning his chair more to face her.

"Oh yes, a very busy one, I'm a bit sore around the neck," she admitted, reaching up to touch the back of it and wincing.

"Just the way you winced there doesn't appear good at all," Gene tutted, shaking his head sympathetically.

"Gene gives the best massages," Janice declared, emerging from the house with a tray, having heard the entire conversation through the kitchen window beyond.

"Does he?" Kimbelry smiled at her, and received a nod in response. "Okay," she shrugged, then winced again at her sore shoulders.

"You have had a busy weekend, too many of those aerobic dance classes?" Gene asked, rising from his chair to stand behind her.

Kimberly felt his rough, wizened hands touching the clasp of her pearl necklace, taking it off. She knew he could see right now her decolletage, but after the weekend she had, that circumstance was positively tame.

She sighed with contentment, feeling his leathery hands firmly press into the tense muscles at the top of her neck and in slow, unhurried passion follow the gentle curve of her graceful neck down to her shoulders, working the knots out as he went. She gasped a few times, and groaned, tensing as a particularly tense knot was worked out.

"How is that dear?" he asked, finishing after many minutes had passed and Janice had taken over at the grill as they cooked breasts for supper.

"Oh much better Gene, thank you," Kimberly smiled, half-turning her head to face him, grunting in discomfort, but still able to see him. She allowed him to replace her necklace, enjoying the gentle attentions and human warmth.

"Not at all dear," he smiled having enjoyed it almost as much as she. He retook his seat and retrieved his drink to regard her and his wife.

"The breasts are coming along fine dear," Janice said to Gene.

"Yes they are," Gene said, glancing at the grill before looking back at Kimberly with a smile.

Kimberly enjoyed the meal with her neighbours, feeling her humanity return with each bite of her meal and sip of wine. They talked for some time following the meal before saying good night. Kimberly returned to her home and laid out her pink skirt suit for the next day, thinking it particularly feminine and delicate compared to her weekend excursion's manner of being. Although she thought she would have trouble sleeping, two nights of sleeping in the pen and vigorous days and evenings as a demonstration sow left her exhausted and ready for sleep...