Coincidentally, I opened the fridge and found it empty, even the freezer. But, it was good. It means it’s time to call the butcher and, it’s the most exciting time of the month for me.
“Ah, hello, Mr. Stevens! Do I deliver the variety you usually order?”
“Yes.”
“One hundred and ten pounds of lean sow’s pork, fitted with a two-hour neck lock, delivered by itself. Do you need is anything else today?”
“No, thank you.”
“Yes, Mr. Stevens…”
“What?”
“We have special veal today.”
“Thanks, but, I hope my meat is old enough.”
“Of course. But there is another option: we have some meat that has been developed in our culture tanks to eighteen years of age, just as you like it. But it’s been tweaked to resemble veal, and it tastes as old as eighteen, because it is eighteen – but it looks like fourteen. Would that interest you?”
It really is a special approach: “Really, why not?”
“Okay, Mr. Stevens. Your meat will be delivered within the hour.”
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The doorbell rang and I opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a naked girl who looked to be about the size of a fourteen year old. She had a pair of small but firm breasts and a smooth vulva with no pubic hair. Her blonde hair was neatly cascading down to cover her ass. Her dark eyes were wide and she was smiling in an easy way.
“Yo!” She said loudly, “I’m your meat.”
“Please come in.” I said and opened the door for her.
“Where will you suffocate me?” She asked gleefully.
“It’s in the living room. I was just passing by.” I said hesitantly, “Are you sure you’re really 18?”
“Sure.” She said and handed me her certificate of incubation.
Yes, she happens to be eighteen today. But she’s so small, her child-like breasts are no bigger than those of a fourteen-year-old girl. Now gene fusion really amazes me.
“Now can I turn on my neck lock?”
“Please.”
The cute little blonde girl put her hand to her neck and pressed gently, I heard a soft thud and she shuddered in pain. Her neck lock had begun to close and in two hours it would close completely and the girl would suffocate. The pain would increase until she was actually dead. The purpose was this, of course, and at the same time it was meant to be twofold: her agony would make her meat all the more delicious; and, I would have a marvelous amusement for my afternoon – I would be watching the graceful suffering of a girl as old as fourteen.
“Lay down on your back so I can enter you as you suffocate.” I ordered.
She did as she was told, spreading her thighs wide apart, ready to receive me.
Today, Meat knew a great deal about sex, and that was the benefit of the incubation tank. Floating in the nutrient solution and developing to the age of eighteen, Meat hadn’t done any of that, but the brain had been subconsciously indoctrinated. My butcher filled the meat with all the right ideas: knowledge of sex, courage, the hope of being subjected to immense pain, and lots of meat consciousness. When they are sent out into the world as a piece of meat, the meat is extremely excited. They know that their task is to suffer, die, be eaten and fucked.
I pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of the girl. Seeing her slowly strung out body hardened me, so I began to push into her tightness. She was sweet and moist─my butcher store owner only sold meat that would lubricate itself.
She had a tough hymen, but that was fine – just gave me another chance to make her suffer. I pushed my cock into her elastic flesh and heard her gasp in agony. The hymen stretched and began to crack, and then it ruptured completely and I entered her. She was the tightest vagina I had ever entered. She felt like the teenage girl I had originally imagined her to be – too young for me. Really, that was good news, because it meant it would bring her more pain, bring me more pleasure. I entered her relentlessly, feeling her sweet, tender cunt to the point where it surrounded my cock. When I ejaculated, I was almost dizzy with excitement.
I pulled out and watched her being strangled until I got hard again. She could still breathe, but it was obvious that she was in considerable pain. I told her : the pain will continue to increase. Amazingly she didn’t seem to mind. I could see the pain in her eyes, and as expected – the choking was killing her, but she was smiling. Meat awareness was strong.
I rolled over her and began to enter her still unexplored ass. Her ass hole was sweet and tight, just like her pussy. This one was even longer and I lasted a long time. When I finally and suddenly cummed time in her ass hole, she started to really get choked.
I drew back and rolled her over again. She began to roll from side to side in agony, her hands grasping helplessly at her throat, her skinny legs kicking weakly a few times. I admired her tilted side with approval. It was time to start thinking about the main meal. What should I do with her? Braised, perhaps? Roasted? She looked young and delicious.
Maybe from now on I should be called Veal…
Watching her as she endured her final agony, I got hard again. This time, I ordered her to mount me. Trembling, she complied. The neck lock now almost completely locked her windpipe. Still, she climbed on top of my cock and let it enter her. As she fucked me, she choked. The muscles of her soft young vagina responded and she controlled them well. She moved her hand to her throat again. Still smiling, but now she finally despaired-her pain was too great, and not even the consciousness of flesh could ease her fear as she was about to die.
Of course, there was nothing that could be done, and in a few moments she would surely die in a neck lock that she herself had turned on.
Since I’d already come twice, delaying it was easy. I easily pulled her into my arms, feeling the dying rhythms of her body. I felt her crumble around me, turning into real meat. She gazed downward at me, her black eyes filled with pain, and opened her mouth to utter only one word: “Please.” That unbearable, unchanging smile was enough: I shot into her one last time as her body shuddered and trembled and broke.