Stopping her car in the parking lot of the restaurant, she felt the butterflies fluttering about in her stomach. She could barely keep from smiling with delight at the ride she was about to take, but it was tempered with fear. Fear that a mistake could occur and she would end up spitted for real. It made it very exciting, and terribly nerve wracking.

Getting outs, she strode through the parking lot to the front doors. She steadied herself with a deep breath, recognizing Serge's car before opening the customer entrance and going in.

Serge was at the back of the dining area, near the empty roasting pit the restaurant used to display a single roaster on occasion. The restaurant was not normally open Mondays or Tuesdays. The Jessica gleamed under the overhead lights and the failing light of the day. Next to the Jessica was a sow milking station oriented so the occupant could see the spitting machine.

Kimberly caught her breath at the sight of the machine, pins and needles in her hands and feet. She saw Serge look up and smiled and waved hello.

"Hi!" she called, out, licking her lips. She walked between the rows of tables on the main aisle towards him, the click of her footfalls on the floor echoing through the nearly empty hall.

Serge returned the wave. "Hey there. Glad you could make it. I'm almost ready," he smiled, examining the oil level in the spit ram.

"Oh?" she asked, approaching him more closely, her eyes darting over the Jessica and then to the milking station then back to the Jessica's spits before settling on him. She smiled and fidgeted in anticipation.

Beyond the Jessica and the milking station was a cleared area for the dignitaries to stand and watch. Beyond the cleared area a bare banquet table ready to be set up for the guests and their roasted sow.

"Well what do you think? Some trimmings on the table and we'll be ready for the big show," he smiled, clasping his hands together in anticipation.

"Yes," she began to comment, "It looks very nice," she nodded, clutching her purse before her. "Are you excited?" she smiled at him encouragingly.

"Very nervous actually. If this does not come off it could set me back a year or two and there is competition out there yapping at my heels," he grimaced, absent mindedly picking up a rag to polish the already gleaming steel surface of the machine.

"Oh Serge," she soothed, stepping closer to smooth his arm, "-Everything is going to go fine," she said, hoping she was right. "Is there anything I can do?" she offered hopefully.

"Thanks," Serge smiled, setting the rag down and accepting her touch of sympathy. "Yes, you could get ready for your ride on the Jessica," he smiled at her expectantly.

"Hah!" she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his transformation. "I guess yes;" she paused, "I could do that. "She smiled and nodded. "I've been thinking about it all day. Should I change in the back where I did before?" she asked, glancing in the direction of the kitchen and holding room.

"Sure, if you'd be more comfortable doing that. There's no conversion involved in this tonight," he supplied.

"Well that's a relief!" she giggled softly. "I'll be back in a second," she said before turning and striding down the corridor leading to the kitchen and holding areas. She looked at the trophies on the wall as she walked they fascinated her. Reaching the pen area, she stepped into the dim of the room onto the tiled floor and began to undress.

Undoing her blouse and releasing her breasts, she smiled a secret smile to herself, knowing in moments she would ensure her enhanced bustline again. Stepping out of her heels, she shivered, feeling the recent memory of her conversion flood through her; the cool of the tiles beneath her feet bringing it all back. She paused for an instant to glance around to see if anyone was watching before carefully completely her disrobing and folding her things neatly to redress. Spying a piece of twine for tying wrists and wondering if Serge remembered to bring one, she picked it up to bring along.

Glancing at the cage, she spied a solitary figure in the cage. There was a creak as the sow shifted her weight as she sat passively on the bench.

"Hello again," Kimberly called out, going to the bars to see her.

The sow looked up at her, confused, unsure if she was a mistress or another naked sow.

"We were in the pen together this weekend," she began to explain, "My friend, - I mean master," she corrected, using a term the sow would understand, "Bought you for a dinner tomorrow night. - We're just getting ready for it," he continued to explain..

A look of recognition appeared on the sows face and then she bowed her head. "Yes, I am instructed that I have one more sleep before my special day. Is today your special day?" she asked innocently.

Kimberly was struck by the question and licked her lips, before stammering out a response, "No, not today," her heart racing with a tinge of anxiety. "But I will see you tomorrow night. Is there anything you need?"

"I need nothing but my final reward. I am told my special day is extra special and that is enough for me. I hope to please my master and his guests greatly tomorrow," she responded simply and purely.

"You will," Kimberly nodded, "I'll be back in a little while," the blonde smiled and beginning to turn away. After the brief chat with the sow, she was beginning to feel natural in her nudity again, her current surroundings not as threatening as when she first walked through the receiving door.

The sow watched her leave. Her hand went to her sex, pleasuring herself, her thoughts on how she would be the best sow for her master the following evening.

"Hey;" Kimberly called out with a smile, walking back out into the dining room nude, holding only the piece of twine.

"Great!" Serge smiled at her enthusiasm and delicious sight. "The Jessica is ready for you. Let me get those for you," he offered, reaching out for the twine and taking it. He pulled Kimberly's arms behind her. He gathered her wrists together and tied them.

Kimberly grunted softly, her eyes going wide. She felt his firm tug on her wrists, jostling slightly. "Wow;" she marvelled, blowing out a nervous breath.

"There you go, just like a real sow. Now lets get you on the mark," he directed, pointing towards the spitting machine.

Kimberly turned to smile at him with a mixture of enthusiasm, pride, and sexual excitement. Her sex was already warm and damp.

Serge took her by the upper arm and positioned her between the machine's two components. "There you go, just stand right here."

"Ok, just like the last time," she nodded in agreement and swallowed nervously. Her arm tingled warmly where his hand was previously.

Serge stepped back and took the controller in hand. "Ready?" he asked, looking at her from behind.

"Ready," she responded, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. The caught sight of the spit gleaming out of the corner of her eye, before turning back to face towards the machine.

Serge's thumb depressed a button and a bar swung into the back of Kimberly's knees, compelling her forward and into a kneeling position onto the machine.

Kimberly grunting then smiled with anticipation, kneeling up on the machine. "Wow Serge; I've got butterflies;" she remarked breathily before grunting again feeling herself pressed from behind again.

A second bar pushed her back, forcing her down onto the machine. Her head landed on the chin rest and her breasts fell to either side of the narrow chest pad. The continued to hold and press her there as Serge quickly buckled a leather strap behind her neck. It pressed her head down snugly into position. A second band was pulled across her back and tightened forcing her down into the padded chest rest.

"Ohhh," Kimberly gasped softly, feeling the bands pulled snug, holding her in place. She licked her lips listening, feeling the pads beneath her knees.

The machine hummed and whirred and the blonde felt the bar behind her knees pulling her legs forward. Kimberly's knees were forced apart at the same time they were drawn forward. Her bottom became extremely exposed as well as the pouch of her half open sex.

"Mmmmph," she groaned, her eyes fluttering, feeling herself opened. "So far so good?" she asked, panting softly.

The machine pulled drawing Kimberly to itself, hugging her like a passionate lover, opening you and exposing her. It stopped for a moment.

"Yes, looks good," Serge responded, setting down the controller as he surveyed the test so far. "Let me check a few things before I engage the next part of the cycle."

"Okay," she responded, taking a deep breath, feeling her breasts dangling below her. She wondered what he was looking at.

Serge walked over to her and fumbled with his laser alignment tool for a second as he knelt and eyeballed the spit driver's trajectory and its target He watched the red beam penetrate the warm, glistening folds of her open sex, illuminating it in its red light. "Alignment looks perfect," he nodded.

"Good," she sighed with relief, not fancying an off trajectory test.

Serge stepped back and retrieved the controller. There was loud clang as a spit was dispensed and locked into the driver.

"Oh the spit?" Kimberly questioned.

"Yes," was Serge's simple reply. It was only a moment until motor spun and it started moving the spit toward Kimberly's upturned hips.

Kimberly heard it hum, and begin to click as it moved forward. Her heart pounded, feeling vulnerable and exposed. In moments she felt the cold hard tip begin to part her waiting sex lips. Simultaneously, she heard the suction cups near her nipples hiss and then thunk as they ingest her nipples.

"Ohhh, there it is," she stuttered, catching her breath, feeling the hard tip begin to press and part. "-Are you adding more to my breasts?" she questioned, unable to turn her face to see him. "Or just, you know," she groaned, grimacing, feeling the spit slide inside.

Serge watched as the thick spit slid into his assistant, her sex lips wrapping around it. He saw her grimace as she felt the needles sink into the centre of her nipples. "Yes, the machine is going to top off your tits," he nodded, watching, holding the controller.

"Oh, ok," she replied, hissing out a breath between her teeth. She felt her sex pucker then stretch around the spit's circumference. "How is it looking so far?" she stuttered, her toes curling, and her button buzzing with excitement.

"Looks great from here," Serge began to respond before a panic overtook him.

"Oh shit!"

Suddenly Kimberly felt a cold metal object pull across her exposed stomach in a quick motion from her Venus mound to her breast bone.

"Uhhh!" she groaned clenching her eyes shut, before squealing out his name in alarm.

"Whoa, sorry 'bout that. That was the gutting unit. Thank goodness I had the foresight to take the blade out!" he breathed, running a hand along her stomach to ensure that not even a scratch had formed on her satiny skin.

Kimberly took a deep shuttering breath, "Oh my Serge." She felt herself trembling. "That was too close," she panted, hearing the pump working, the spit clicking and pressing. Her thoughts on his view of me coming back. She felt the spit filling her again, then a little pressure as it bumped up against the back of your womb and stopped. At the same time she felt the needles withdraw from her inflated breasts.

"Well, that's as far as we can go without putting you on the menu," Serge smiled, feeling some relief himself.

"Hah;" she scoffed, feeling herself relax some. "What checks do you still have to do? How deep is it?" she persisted.

Serge set down the controller and walked up her. He ran his hand along the spit, allowing her to feel his hand on the spit where it entered her sex, gauging its depth based on feel. "Almost done here. Looks likes its almost in by a foot."

"I still can't believe I can take that much," she blinked, feeling his hand. "It looks ok?" she questioned, concerned about lasting effects.

"It looks great. I think we'll be a success tomorrow night. Shall I retract the spit?" he offered.

"Oh I can stay on it if you need to do anything else or want to talk, it isn't everyday that a girl can get on one of these things and not end up on the menu, but that gutting blade really scared me!" she admitted, "Is the stabilizer ok?" she asked, wanting to be sure nothing went wrong and realizing her embarrassment at her admission.

"Let me check," he said, retrieving the controller and depressing a button. A stabilizer was dispensed onto the rod and was rammed forward. It found the pucker of her anal rosette. He watched it slide indelicately forward between the crevice of her soft ass flesh. "Yup looks good," he nodded.

"Oh-k-kay," she stuttered, her lips puckering, her eyes going wide at its single deep thrust and subsequent depth.

"Just think, if I push another button here you'd just be meat on a stick," Serge remarked, half-offering.

"I know!" Kimberly marvelled breathily.

He slapped her impaled ass flesh, eliciting a yip and giggles. "Yes indeed. So little separates you from being a sow now," he waxed thoughtfully.

"Serge!" the blonde protested, *giggling some more. "Do you like me like this?" she dared to ask, only able to turn her eyes in an effort to see him.

Still holding the controller, Serge found her exposed clitoral button and flicked it. "Imagine, someday you might be in the same position but without anything to stop me from pushing the button. It would only be a short trip to the pits and then the table," he informed her matter of factly.

"Oh!" she yelped with pleasure, Yes!" she gasped, in response to the flick. She was flushed pink, her skin glowing and glistening from perspiration.

Serge rubbed her button some more to let her drink in the feeling of your utter vulnerability. To feel herself as a sow would on her special day.

"Mmm,oh," she groaned, enjoying the attention. Kimberly gripped the spit with her sex.

Serge grabbed one of the curves of her bottom and pulled on it so she could feel the spit and anal stabilizer holding her firmly in place by her most private parts like a common sow.

"Uh!" she grunted, loving it despite herself. "Oh I could stay here for a while," she sighed, surprising herself with her admission. "I am such a sow," she groaned, her face contorting in a grimace of pleasure.

"There, there, little sow. Soon you'll be steaming on your master's table, serving him as you should. Just imagine that as your master puts you to sweet sleep," Serge purred urging her on.

"Yes...oh....mmmm," she groaned, biting her lower lip.

"Just imagine the pleasure you'll give your master and his guests, their faces smeared with your juices," he said, evoking images with his words as he rubbed her exposed clit to urge her on in this fantasy that could be so real with the flick of a switch.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she repeated, catching her breath with a yelp of pleasure. Her button sent jolts of pleasure through her as she imagined and strained against her bonds.

"That's right little one. You are your master's food and nothing more. Feel your master's spit in you and know that it's true," he continued to purr, working her button with the pads of his finger and thumb.

"Oh yes Serge!" she gasped, trembling, the spit and teasing fingers making her crazy.

He rubbed her hard with one hand as the spit filled her full. With the other hand, Serge felt how the machine had filled her breasts. They hung heavy with cooking fluid, ready for the cooking pit as squeezed them.

"Oh," she smiled with her eyes clenched shut. She let out a breath, feeling her body tingle.

"That's right little sow, surrender to it, you know what you are," he rubbed Kimberly hard urging her on, enjoying how her trapped body strained against the machine as it dominated her.

"Aiehh! Oh!" she cried out, her sooty eyelashes clenched tight as she felt an orgasm shudder through her. She felt the hard metal of the spit and stabilizer bumped inside her.

"Just one last alignment to check," she said, releasing her abruptly. He took a short length of spit and she saw him put it on the guide in front of her. "Open your mouth, I have to check this," he directed.

"Oh," Kimberly murmured softly, her eyes fluttering open with realization. She opened her mouth unquestioningly.

Serge pushed the rod forward, identical in girth to the one impaling her sex at the moment. It slid into her mouth, he watched her lips strain to wrap around it. He locked the free end of it into the spit receiver.

Kimberly gripped the polished steel rod with her lips, tasting steel on her tongue. She gazed down its length, then up at him, her eyes wide. Images of being spitted and cooked and eaten were in her mind. She recalled all the sows from the weekend and their fates.

"This is what a sow would see the spit goes through her. The only thing that is missing is the feeling of the spit in the core of your gut. Otherwise, this is as close as you could ever get," Serge informed her matter of factly as he gazed at his assistant.

"Mmmhmm," she acknowledged softly, looking at his face, studying it through her sex flush.

Serge stepped back to admire his work. He walked over to a small table and picked up a drink and took a sip, watching her blink at him over the piece of spit coming out of her mouth.

Kimberly wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if what she had said were her true feelings, if what he said were his. Her mind dragged her back to her body, going from her sex to her bottom, to her breasts, to the taste of steel in her mouth, and then back to her inner thoughts.

Serge stood there for a while looking Kimberly and the machine over. He thought about what the next evening would bring. He drank in the sight of an impaled sow that was not quite impaled.

Kimberly watched his eyes survey her and the machine. She breathed softly through her nose, getting used to the sensations, not minding it as much as the first time. Her well used sex growing accustomed to the presence of the spit.

Serge put down his drink and knelt down and put his face next to hers. "Ready for me to let you out of your predicament?"

"Mmm-mmmm," she murmured softly in the negative, her eyes regarding him, not with defiance, but with acceptance and contentment.

"I could warm up one of the pits and just push the button you know. Would you like that my sow?" he asked with mock wickedness, stroking her blonde curls.

"Mmm-mmm," her eyes went wider and she was more emphatic in her negative response. Kimberly was unsure if he was joking or not.

Serge chuckled, and allowed her to consider for a moment what it would be like to feel the spit really take her.

Kimberly looking into his face with some relief, realizing he was teasing her.

Serge unlocked the spit and removed it from her mouth. The tip was wet with her saliva.

Kimberly smacked her lips and then licked her lips. "Oh," she sighed, looking up at Serge.

"So, how are you doing? Having fun?" he smiled down at her encouragingly.

Kimberly hesitated before smiling shyly and responding, "A little bit." She swallowed, gazing up at Serge, "So, how do I look since you seem to be doing a lot of that! Kimberly rolled her eyes at him.

"That's good. Well, I think the machine will work fine tomorrow. Just think, you little dark skinned friend will be in your place tomorrow but the machine will not stop for her," he said, not answering to her questions about appearance

"That's true," she acceding the point about the dark skinned sow.

"At least you'll see her go all the way in your place," he nodded with a smile.

"-I'm actually not minding this so much, how long can I stay on?" she asked, blushing.

"You can stay on as long as you like," he offered cordially.

"K," she smiled, "Can I get a sip of water?" Kimberly asked, licking her lips.

"Sure," Serge offered, leaving for a moment.

Kimberly's eyes scanned her surroundings as she reached out to feel her body, the leather straps across her neck and back, the bar pressing into the backs of her knees, and the spit and stabilizer inside her. The steel sent a shiver through her. She grimaced, closing her eyes, breathing out through her nose as her heavy breasts pendulumed beneath her. She could not believe that she was doing this or what was happening to her.

Serge interrupted her thoughts, returning with a tumbler and a straw. He offered her the straw's tip.

"Thanks," the blonde smiled, taking the straw in her mouth and sucking a few mouthfuls before swallowing. "Wow, that tastes good," she smiled, washing some of the taste of the steel spit from her mouth.

"There you go little sow," he chuckled, setting the tumbler of water aside.

"Serge!" she protested, rolling her eyes. "I was just playing! You seemed so tense that I wanted you to relax," she explained, not even sure if she believed what she was saying.

"Eh? Not a sow? You sure look like one at the moment;" he laughed at her.

"Well, maybe," she conceded. "-I guess," she blushed, her skin heating up.

"Well once the machine worked as it should, I relaxed. I'm feeling pretty good about it all at the moment," he smiled with satisfaction, looking down at her.

"You should, it feels good," she admitted, shivering for emphasis, feeling the delicious thickness of the spit and depth of the stabilizer.

"Well, considering how eager most sows are for it, I imagine it must feel pretty darn good," he continued to smile.

"It's wonderful, you really got it right," she breathed with admiration.

"Yes, not bad. I understand that when the spit goes all the way thru it's like inside out bondage," he smiled, folding his arms across his chest as they conversed.

"Well, I wouldn't know, but I do feel pretty immobile like this," she agreed.

"Well I think I should be getting you out of this thing. We have a big day ahead tomorrow."

"I suppose," she tried to nod and found the strap on her neck kept her from doing so. She looked at the station behind him. Is that where I'll be?"

"Yes, I've set it up so you'll have a perfect view of your little sow friend getting done," he smiled.

"She's nice," Kimberly offered.

"She's a sow," Serge retorted clinically.

"I'm sure she'll do a good job," Kimberly smiled.

"This is what her life has been leading up to and she knows it," Serge continued with his tone.

"I guess," she agreed again, surprised how often that it was happening. "But, it could happen to any of us, it's just that she was raised on the ranch."

"She's a sow, born bred and conditioned. It will be the most natural thing for her. She would be deeply disappointed if it didn't happen."

"Well, she is looking forward to it," Kimberly sighed. "I have to say that this will be a lot better for her than by hand. She's actually kind of lucky," Kimberly ventured.

"She is. But either way she is on the menu tomorrow," Serge pronounced.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be delicious," Kimberly said agreeably.

"She will. And after we are done with her I'm having her head mounted as a memento of the event," Serge informed her.

"Like Vinny and his trophies?" Kimberly questioned, a little surprised.

Serge laughed. "Yeah, sort of. She'll be immortalized as sow number one to get it on the final version of the Jessica."

"I guess Merle Hill has a whole gallery? Is he coming tomorrow night?" she asked with an inflection of hope for him.

"Yes, it's going to be wall to wall meat industry here tomorrow," Serge smiled with anticipation.

"Well, she might not appreciate your work, but I certainly do," smiling at him encouragingly, shivering one more time for emphasis.

"I see that you do," he patted her upturned impaled bottom.

"Serge!" she giggled and smiled sheepishly.

"OK, I'm going to get you out now. Alright?"

"Sure," she relented, taking a deep breath. She stared straight ahead, waiting with patience to be released, but also with some disappointment.

Taking the controller, changed a switch and depressed a button and spit and stabilizer began to withdraw. Her rectum winked as it pulled out and then slowly closed. He heard her murmur and saw her swallow as she the stabilizer slipped free. The spit followed, glistening, wet with her juices. He saw her sex remain half open as it fully retracts.

Kimberly licked her lips, feeling the artificial cock leave. She felt an emptiness physically and emotionally. "Oh," she moaned, letting out a long sigh.

"Now now," Serge chided, "There were only two possibilities, all the way in or all the way out."

"I know," she conceded softly, taking a breath. " - And I didn't want it all the way in, so that leaves only one thing." she sighed, feeling the bands holding pressing her to the machine released and the bar holding her knees retract. "Oh those were tight," she moaned, feeling herself mostly freed. Carefully she knelt up, looking over her shoulder at him.

With the last of the restrains gone Serge grabbed her by the back of her arm and pulled her up. "Back among the living"

"Yes, and a woman again," she said, looking at him sideways. "Right?"

"Absolutely! Go get dressed;" he directed, loosening off her wrist bonds.

"Thank you," she smiled standing up. "Back in a minute," she promised, throwing a smile his way as she strutted off, her hips rolling on her way to the kitchen. It was all she could do to resist the urge to skip or even float.