Chapter 4


Jill tapped Monica with her right foreleg. "You smell that?"

Monica sniffed. "Smell what? If you mean girlcows in heat, I don't have to smell it, I can hear it." In the next stall, Gwen and Jenny had been taking turns licking each other to orgasm, with a lot of giggling mixed in with the moaning.

"Not that. It's from outside. Is that what I think it is?"

Monica closed her eyes and took in a slow breath through her nose. "Smells like girlmeat. But Tom can't usually afford a big..." She gasped, her eyes suddenly wide open. "Clary!! They must be barbecuing your legs!!"

A chorus of "What?" came from the other stalls.

Jill shouted, "Can't you guys smell it? It's got to be her!"

Clarissa yelled back, "My legs?? Why didn't they tell me?"

Karen said excitedly, "You're the first girlcow Tom converted on his own farm. I guess he wanted it to be a surprise! Tom! Let us out!!"

All seven girls started a chant of "Let us out! Let us out!" punctuated by high-pitched giggles.

Tom slid back the heavy barn door. Grinning, he scolded them, "This better be an emergency. Is the barn on fire?"

"Tom, you doofus, we know where the fire is! It's in the barbecue pit! Why didn't you tell us?"

Tom wore an innocent look. "Tell you what?"

"You're roasting Clary's legs today! Let us out, we want to see!"

He grinned. "Oh, all right." Each girl ran out into the yard as he let her loose, and soon all seven surrounded the barbecue. A long, attractive woman's leg, from midthigh to toes, was turning over the charcoal fire, held horizontally by two parallel skewers thrust into the meat from both ends. The knee was locked, and inward tension provided by the skewers kept it that way. It was just starting to brown, and the juices Wendy was spreading on it with a brush were steaming.

Jill asked, "Tom, where's her other leg? Seems like I remember her having two."

"I sent it over to Dad's farm. You know he'd want a taste, and your sisters and aunts should have a chance too. He'd never hear the end of it if his cows didn't get to eat Clary."

Clarissa was tearing up from joy. "Oh, Tom, you knew that was what I'd want! Thank you, thank you so much! Dad always looks so proud when he eats one of us. I'm glad he gets to taste me."

Karen laughed. "I'm sure Jack wants a taste too." Jack was Tom's only brother, born in the same litter as Jenny and Jill, with their sister Jeannie who was one of their dad's cows. "Since he doesn't get to do her." The rest of the girls started giggling.

Clarissa gasped. "So it's true, then? We all knew Jack snuck out to the barn some nights, but none of the cows would ever talk about what he did."

Kirsten nodded. "Karen and me were still at Dad's when he started doing that. He just really has a thing for girlcows. He'd pick out a different one of the girls each time, and do her from behind while milking her."

Jill laughed. "We need to find him a girlfriend somehow. How's he going to add to the stock if he's only going to do the cows?" Girlcows, with very rare exceptions, couldn't have babies. As a side-effect of the treatments that put their milk-production into overdrive, they stopped ovulating, as if their bodies were under the impression they had just had a baby and didn't need another just yet.

Kirsten looked pleadingly at Clarissa. "Don't tell Dad, okay Clary? Cows don't get many chances to have a guy do us." She suddenly looked at Tom uncomfortably and gulped. "Tom, I didn't mean... I mean, everything's fine here. You don't need to... that is..." She looked away from him and found herself looking at Wendy. She bumped against Karen. "Get me out of this, sweety."

Wendy gave the leg another turn and decided the subject needed changing. "Tom, should I do it medium or well-done? What's everybody like?"

"Do it well-done, sweetheart. Dad always does them that way."

Jenny was close enough to Clarissa's leg to feel the heat from the fire on her face. "Oh! Clary, look, now you can see that scar on your knee." Scar tissue always browned a little differently from normal skin. "You got those roller skates on your sixth birthday. You had to go whizzing down the driveway right away, and you fell and skinned up your knee and broke your arm. Remember?"

"Of course I remember." Clarissa came up for a closer view.

Gwen smiled. "I'd forgotten all about that. You cried and cried, but you wouldn't let dad take the skates off. You were skating again a week later, cast and all."

Clarissa laughed. "Mom didn't want to let me skate again, but Dad stuck up for me."

Jill closed her eyes and took in a slow breath. "You smell SO great, Clary. Can't wait to bite in."

Wendy turned the leg again. "At least wait till she's finished cooking and cooled off. I'm not looking to treat any burned tongues."

Tom tossed a big beachball out into the yard. Jenny, Gwen, and Jill began kicking it around, making up rules for a three person soccer game spontaneously. Monica and Kirsten found a patch of sunlight next to the barn and took a rare opportunity to maintain some sort of tan. Karen stayed with Clarissa.

"I don't think you've told any of the other girls about the hanging thing yet, have you?"

Clarissa shook her head. "It's just kind of a personal thing. I'm glad you know, but I don't feel ready to spread it around yet."

"So you still want to do it?"

"Oh, yes! Being a cow is..." She looked uncomfortably at Karen, trying to find a way not to insult her. "I just never saw myself doing it. I mean, it's really been fun, and I love being with all of you. I just.... don't feel... sexy." She bit her lip -- so much for avoiding slapping Karen in the face. "I didn't mean it that way." She looked pleadingly at her sister.

Karen kissed her. "Clary, sexy is always different things for different people. For me, giving milk IS sexy. I mean, you know, men can't do it, right? I feel like a woman, desired, needed, and it's so fulfilling." She laughed. "And you know how fixated men are on boobs, right? I feel like I'm what they want most."

Clarissa stared at her, wide-eyed. "I never thought of it that way! Look, I'm really sorry about what I said a minute ago. For me... I still just need more, though. It's been a dream for so long, and you don't let go of dreams. And, well..." She laughed. "It does add something to it, Tom saying people could suck on my boobs while I'm hanging. I guess inside I knew you were right about that being a really sexy thing. But..." She thought about how to explain it. Wendy's story about her friend seeing an Academy girl hanged came back to her, and she told Karen about it. "There's something about making guys come in their pants. We don't exactly do THAT here." She laughed. "I guess that's what I want."

Karen rubbed her cheek against Clarissa's. "I'm sure Tom will do everything he can to make that happen." She looked over at the barbecue pit, and saw with a start it was empty. She looked around. "Oh, your leg's done! Wendy's got it cooling off!"

Kirsten heard Karen, and nudged Monica. They both rolled to their hooves and ambled over towards the steaming leg, now propped a foot off the ground, supported by forked wooden stakes at either end in which the skewers nestled. Jill spotted the other girls moving towards the leg out of the corner of her eye, her distraction allowing Jenny to kick the ball past her into the barn. Soon all seven cows were trotting over to where Wendy was poking at the leg with her fork. She smiled at them. "I think it's about ready. Tom? How should we do this? Who goes first?"

"Well, Clary first, of course, and after that, we'll go in order of age." Monica, the youngest other than Clarissa, looked a little disappointed, but that was the same way their dad did it.

Clarissa approached her leg, a little nervously. She'd eaten meat from her sisters' legs, of course, and from all parts of her aunt's bodies after they'd been snuffed and roasted (except for their breasts -- only Dad, Jack, and the cows got to share those), but not in this ceremonial way -- only the cows got to participate in that. And this one was her own leg, a hard idea to get used to: obviously she'd never eaten any of her own body parts before. She looked back and forth along its length. She'd always got compliments on her legs, and agreed they were very shapely. Now nothing would be left of them, by the end of the day, except the bones, which would later be ground up and used for fertilizer.

It was a little harder to detect that roller-skating scar -- it was closer now to the same color as the rest of her leg, dark brown and cracked -- but the memories were clear, and she remembered how much she'd loved skating, once she'd gotten to where she could go great distances without falling down. She hadn't done it for years, now, but still she felt a little pang of regret that she couldn't do it again. This was one of the legs she had used, and she and her sisters were about to eat it. Still, she realized, there were a lot of other things she used to do as a kid and didn't do anymore; you had to move beyond that, and there were new pleasures that the child she had been couldn't have understood.

She decided to start with her calf muscle -- she'd always liked how that looked. She opened her mouth wide and sank her teeth into the curved skin and the muscle underneath.

She giggled as she bit down: contrary to any common sense, she'd been expecting to feel a pain in her leg as her teeth sank into her flesh. A little more reasonably, she'd also expected a lot of resistance, as if she were biting a live, raw leg, but her teeth cut through the skin and underlying tissue easily, and she tore away a big mouthful. It was delicious! Wendy's ministrations during its cooking had sealed the juices in and given the skin a honey-like glaze. She grinned at her sisters as she chewed, nodding her head for them to come up and take their turn.

Several of the girls muttered "All right!" as Karen and Kirsten approached the leg from opposite sides and tore away chunks of flesh, and in turn the other girls moved forward, one by one, to share in the living -- well, formerly-living -- substance of their newest work partner.

After all the girls had taken a taste, from various places along the leg, Tom helped Wendy kneel so she could bite off a piece.

Wendy grinned at Clarissa. "I've always loved feet and toes. I don't know why. They're just such cute little pieces of meat, wiggling at the end there. I've never had them while they still attached to the rest of the leg, though." She leaned in and took a bite of the flesh from the big toe and a couple of the smaller ones. Clarissa beamed, realizing that she had not only become part of her sisters' bodies, but that Wendy's babies, Clarissa's first nieces, would be born with part of Clarissa inside them. It was the happiest she'd felt in her time at the farm.

Tom knelt next to his wife and took a bite of Clarissa's leg from near the ankle, and since everyone had now had a piece, organization of the event broke down as the girls crowded around, giggling and jostling, for a continued meal, though they did try to remember to let Clarissa a clear shot at whichever part she wanted, since it was her leg.

Tom helped Wendy over to the backyard picnic-bench and she dropped onto the bench in relief -- she hadn't been on her feet quite so long in the last few weeks. She and her husband sat back, the breeze ruffling their hair as they watched the sisters consuming Clarissa's leg.

Monica and Jill had their fill first, and retreated a few paces to lay in the grass, snuggling together, exchanging kisses and enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze on their skin. Jenny and Gwen soon followed their example.

Kirsten nudged Karen, gesturing with her head towards the other pairs of amorous sisters. Karen grinned and kissed her, and started to follow her away before she remembered Clarissa didn't have a partner. She looked at Clarissa. "Want to come play with us, Clary?"

Clarissa grinned and followed them, but stopped suddenly as a thought occurred to her. She turned to look up at Tom.

"You and Wendy do so much work around here. Why don't you take a little break and play?" She looked over at Jill and Monica, who were really starting to get heated up, and back at Tom with a sly grin.

Wendy giggled, her hand to her mouth, her cheeks reddening just slightly. Tom colored as well, and shook his head. "I really ought to strip the rest of the meat off the bones and get it in the fridge..."

He stopped as Wendy put her hand on his shoulder. Perhaps the sight of the other girls had been getting to her. "Ummm... Tom... it really is such a pretty day..." She watched as Gwen and Jenny turned their bodies in opposite directions and started licking between each other's hind legs. Breathing deeply, she reached out for Tom's hand and squeezed it, put her other hand back over her mouth and giggled again. She knew, from experience, she never had to ask Tom twice.

Keeping his eyes on her, a small smile on his lips, he pulled off his shirt, then his pants, his underwear. The girls who had been engaged with each other somehow had a subliminal impression that something was going on and stopped, watching in wonderment. Several gasped audibly as he revealed a still-growing erection.

As he pulled Wendy's tent-like blouse over her head and unfastened her bra, all the girls got to their feet and approached. Her breasts, while not having anything approaching girlcow proportions, looked ready to fill the need that would soon be presented to them. Her stomach was a smooth, rounded ball, mysteriously making her beautiful and awkward at the same time. She cooperated with Tom as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them and her panties down her legs. He sat next to her on the bench, and she kissed him, then grunted as she half-stood and moved sideways towards him, her pussy hovering over his vertical erection before settling downward and taking him up inside her, her back against his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around her, one forearm settling in gently between her breasts and tummy-bulge, his hand playing lightly with her erect nipple, the other hand flat against her tummy, feeling the growing life inside. She leaned the side of her head against his, her eyes closed, and sighed.

She opened her eyes at the sound of Karen clearing her throat, saw the girlcow standing between her knees, looking at her stomach. "Wendy, could I...?"

Wendy knew, somehow, what she wanted, and nodded. Karen took a step closer, lowered her head and kissed Wendy's wonderful stomach.

One by one, each of the cows came forward to give the babies a kiss. Clarissa, the last one, looked up into Wendy's eyes afterward and said, "Tell them about today when they grow up, okay?"

A tear ran down Wendy's cheek. "Oh, I will. I definitely will OH!! Tom, keep doing that, moving your hips, that feels SO good..."



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