Inspection
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Posted:Feb 15, 2019 4:21 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2019 6:22 am
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I’ve had this fantasy about being inspected to see if I’m ready for use. The inspection of course is based on the name I’ve chosen for myself, or at least parts of the name... plump and meat. The kind of man who would be interested in this would see a girl like me as meat... or even better as human livestock...
I’d be required to meet him somewhere public but with some privacy where he could look me over and begin an initial inspection of my body. He’d want to be able to poke, prod and squeeze different parts of me, seeing how plump or fattened I was... he’d call me cow or sow, starting a process of converting me to livestock. I’d be humiliated as the process went on, maybe whimpering quietly as he commented on different parts of my body... he’d find a way to squeeze or heft my tits up calling them udders. He’d make me spread my legs so he could check my thighs and cunt.
If he found me acceptable, I’d then be taken for a more thorough inspection. I’d know that once that happened, once I was stripped and then spread, I’d be property, a meat animal and he could use me as he liked. Unlike normal livestock, I’d have no protections against being tortured as he turned me into a cow or sow. I’d imagine being bent over a bench or maybe a saw , my legs would be spread wide, my arms tied behind my back... to keep me quiet, my mouth would be gagged... maybe by an apple so I looked more like a piggy... he’d pull my ass open and lift so my cunt was exposed and he’d check my holes... he’d start sticking things into me... bottles, vegetables, poles... anything to humiliate me. He’d squeeze the flesh on my body... my ass and legs would be called hindquarters because I was meat now to be used... my tits udders to be milked... he’d comment that eventually I’d be dinner when he’d fattened me more and tenderized me...
I could go on and on with my inspection and conversion, but I’ll it to your imagination for now...
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Stripped and spread
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Posted:Feb 14, 2019 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:59 am
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We decdided to meet at the local coffee house for the initial inspection. Chef instructed me to dress in as little as possible so he could easily look me over.
“I want to be able to poke and prod your body when we meet, see just how well fattened you really are, sows need to be plump and meaty” He said when we spoke last night. I’d selected a tube dress that hugged my DDD udders and kept them from sagging and bouncing too much, allowing me to leave off all under garments and making me more accessible for the inspection.
I arrived promptly at 3 and sat at the booth in the far right hand corner. Looking around I wondered how long I would have to wait for Chef to arrive... as he slid into the booth with me.
“Hi” I whispered.... I gulped softly as I realized my fantasy of being turned into human livestock was about to start...
“Ah, sow... you look ready”
I nodded
“Good” he said as he reached out and ran a hand up my arm squeezing and releasing as he moved up to my shoulder.
“I’d like to get right to the inspection” he said as moved closer “I like what I see, and you’re ready I can tell to be fully converted”
I shuddered as he spoke... especially at converted.... on my...
“Okay” was all that came out and he pushed me back against the seat, took my chin and turned my head back and forth...
“Pretty, nice skin... that mouth will look good stuffed with an apple” he chuckled as his hand dropped and scooped under one of my breasts.
“Good size udders, I may try my hand at milking you”
My eyes went wide and my mouth formed an O as he squeezed and then hefted my brea...udders... oh my god... udders... he had started the conversion...
his hands travelled down my stomach, poking, prodding and squeezing at my belly and dropped onto my thigh...
“Spread” and I quickly obeyed and spread my legs as he pulled up the bottom of my dress under the table. I sat as still as I could as his hands ran up and down my innner thighs and parted the moist flesh of my cunt lips.
“Juicy” he smiled as he pinched my cunt lips.
I gasped as he pinched and parted me... my heart was pounding...
“Time to go” he said
“Already?” I asked
“Yes, you’ve passed the initial inspection, it I need to do a much deeper and more thorough one...”
He took me hand and pulled me from the booth, through the cafe and out into the parking lot, leading me to his SUV, opening the back hatch, he instructed me crawl in. He took a head harness and secured it to my head, pushing a thick bit into my mouth and the pulling me to the back seat where he attached it. I was on all fours, it happened so fast, I barely registered how I was.
“Mmmm, I like this” he said as he took my dress and pulled it up over my hips, exposing me.
I mumbled against the huge bit in my mouth as I was partially stripped... the agreement was that I was still a human female until I’d been stripped... once I was fully stripped.... I became livestock and I couldn’t stop the conversion process.
He crawled in next to me....
“So close” he laughed... he tugged the dresss up more, pulling it away from my breas....udders.... I felt them drop out, first one then the other... the dress was up at my arms.... he lifted one and then the other until the dress as over my head and then.... it was off... and I was stripped....
he was back behind me as I shuddered naked in the back of his truck
“Look at these hindquarters” he slapped my ass and then pulled my legs apart spreading me wide...
I moaned behind the gag... I’d been stripped and spread so quickly... the conversion had started and I was going to made into livestock and there was nothing I could do about it now...
To be continued...
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Heading to the BBQ Pit
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Posted:Jul 25, 2016 4:58 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 3:59 am
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For the past 2 days I lay draped over a wooden saw , my legs pulled widely open with large objects pushed into my top and bottom holes. Attached to my swollen udders, a milking machine that had been rhythmically pumping away on my nipples attempting to draw milk from me. Around my head a leather bridle had been buckled tightly to me. I don’t know what I had been thinking when I expressed my fantasy to be made into a meat animal… I guess you should be careful what you wish for, because that was what I was now. After a humiliating inspection of my body I was graded A, ready for roasting if I didn’t produce milk… I looked down at the empty tubes and wondered how much time I would get before I was taken to the spit…
A sharp slap on my ass brought back to consciousness… I felt the objects pushed on and groaned in pain… “hmmm seems the fat cow is a really just a piglet, no milk” he said as he looked down at the empty tubes still pumping away on me. “I have enjoyed watching you suffer like this though” he laughed… “I never knew how much fun it would be to abuse a fat animal like you, but I think its time for you to be brought to the bbq pit, I’m hungry”
I struggled against the binds holding me tightly in place and mumbling pleads behind the gag in my mouth which went unheeded as he rolled a large crate into view… large in the sense that it would fit a good sized person in it, but small in that I would be jammed into as fattened as I was…
He began removing restraints, my limbs were numb from being held in the same position for so long that it was impossible for me to really move as he pulled me from the saw and pushed me into the crate on my back. He quickly starting trussing me like a turkey, my wrists pulled together and tied then forward over my bulging belly pushing my swollen udders between them. My legs were pulled up and my knees pushed out so they rested next to my arms, causing them to push together more and trust my swollen udders higher. My ankles where then secured together and the pulled higher above my head. The 2 objects in my holes were pushed deeper into me and then slapped several times. “Gotta get those holes stretched for stuffing” he commented as I moaned loudly behind my gag, tears leaking from my eyes. Once I was properly trussed and secured he lifted a lid for the crate above me so I could see it. Across the top was written in bold red letters “Fresh Meat” he laughed when my eye widened and then placed it above me, locking it in place and then rolling me out to an awaiting truck.
I felt the crate loaded… looking up through the slates in the crate I could see sky and realized I was being transported in the back of his pickup truck… anyone who could look into the truck might see me and maybe I could be saved from the fate awaiting me… doubtful I knew… as the truck moved and started down the street.
Air blew around me as he drove… moving quickly, I realized we must be on the highway and I wondered where he was bringing me… after what felt forever, the truck exited the highway, took a series of turns before I felt the uneven road suddenly.. he’d turned off the road… we bounced along for a few minutes before coming to a stop.
I heard the gate the truck open and then clicks as he opened the crate, not speaking the ropes holding my legs and arms up were released and I was pulled from the crate around to the front of truck. He pushed my back against the front of the truck, spreading my legs and using his 2 arms, pushed my body up onto the hood, then turned me sideways and then around once more so my head hung at the edge. He then went to the drivers side, and pulled my right leg up until my ankle was next to his side mirror and bound it to it… he repeated the process with my right leg, securing me spread open on the hood. My arms were then secured to the front bumper. I didn’t think I could feel any more humiliated then I did as he climbed back into the truck and resumed driving, my naked body splayed open before him like an animal that had been hunted, captured and was now food… I knew it was only a matter of time before we reached the destination and preparations began for my roasting…
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After inspection
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Posted:Oct 18, 2013 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2019 4:23 am
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it all started off innocently, well as innocently as one could expect when looking for a man to use and abuse you... ok... more than use and abuse... to have him turn me into meat.. human livestock... after quite some time of cruising personal sites geared towards more extreme use of females i finally gave in and decided to meet... we talked for awhile, he was into using me as meat... and loved that i was already fattened up... he believed in inspections, in fact he was quite articulate on how i would be inspected, on how i would have no doubt that i was a husow/cow when he was finished with me...
we met for a drink... he instructed me on what to where and that i should expect that this meeting was going to be a precursor to the full inspection and that the meat on my body would be poked, prodded and pinched during our first meeting, there would be no pleasantries, by showing up i was agreeing to this immediately... and even though he had seen pictures of my meat stripped of all covering he told me this was necessary to start the process of converting me to a meat animal. I was not to be permitted the same rights as a normal female as i wasn't one anymore.
as we sat there his hands discreetly squeezed and prodded at my thighs, arms and belly just as he said they would... it was very uncomfortable to be handled like that in public but like a good hucow i did not pull away as the meat on my body was initially evaluated... it was so humiliating to be treated this way... and when he squeezed and hefted my tit... udder... i must remember that... its an udder... and its not mine anymore and i'm not a girl anymore i'm nothing but meat... i wanted to run... but... i also wanted to be degraded and dehumanized even more and when he instructed me it was time to go... time for the full inspection i obediently allowed myself to be loaded into his truck and transported on all fours like an animal to his home..
the inspection was terrible... i was brutally stripped and spread open... he looked over every inch of me... and when he finished told me i would make a delicious roaster and that he would need to spend some time getting me ready for his mid summer BBQ... with my arms bound behind me and my ankles on the wide spreader bar i couldn't escape as he started to hook my body up to a hoist in the ceiling i hadn't noticed as i was being strapped down for the inspection... once secured to the device i was lifted above the floor and my holes were each filled with a large dildo shaped that inflated through a hand pump... he took his time pumping..."pump, pump, pump" and then spreading my cunt lips with his finger and then pumping again "pump, pump, pump" i groaned as i felt the walls of my cunt open as wide as it was used to normally, my feet strained as he spread my lips again to check the size of the hole and chuckled "ah just a little more, i have 50 pounds of stuffing i want in you... pump pump pump"...
i hung there helplessly as he said that and then pumped me open more.... as much as i tried i couldn't help imagining what i will look like when he pushes, pumps, drive 50 pounds stuffing into me, filling me probably beyond the capacity my inner cavity can take and forcing my belly to expand up and out, stretching and making me look as fat as possible... and once stuffed and seasoned, i'm then secured to a spit to be BBQ'd like a side of beef... could just see him and his friends lifting the spit with me attached to it and carrying me to pit, my huge fattened body swaying and jiggling in the most humiliating way... sliding the ends of the spit into locks at each end of the braces that will hold me in place and slowly turn me over the hot coals that will cook me... as they step back and flick the switch and the spit comes to life and i groan and whimper as i start to turn, my massive udders and stuffed belly pulling up and over as i go from facing down into the pit to facing upwards and then start to descend back down to face the hot coals again before i start the process of turning back upwards, the pull of the turns makes me moan behind the large red apple pushed deep in my mouth... they watch, comment and laugh as i am tormented and tortured, enjoying watching me suffer as i become their dinner...
i couldn't help but think of that as i hung there getting stretched... he was preparing me for a mid-summer BBQ... and it was late fall... he planned to work on me, to get me ready to be cooked for the next 6 months... i groaned and wondered how i would handle this everyday...
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After the stretching you load me into a stall where i am to be kept between uses of my body for your pleasure and preparation for the BBQ. In the stall i am positioned on a low padded bench, my knees are bent and touch the floor allowing my feet to be locked into cuffs at each end. You finish by locking my head and arms into a stockade so that i am completely secured with no means of escape.
you look down at my prone body displayed at your feet and chuckle... "you truly are just livestock now" you tell me... coming around to my head you open my mouth and insert a red rubber apple gag that is then buckled tightly behind my head causing me to moan in pain...
your hand runs down my back squeezing the fleshy meat "mmm, you're so fat, i can't wait to eat you"... once you reach my hindquarters you lift and spread my ass cheeks so my cunt is exposed and i feel something hard and cold being pushed deeply into me, stuffing my tight cunt and stretching it again causing me to gasp and shudder... you repeat the process with my ass, pushing the object deep into me... my holes burning from the stretching and i feel a pressure as something is pushed against each of the objects in me... "Don't want these coming out" you chuckle and i realize the objects have been secured to something attached the back of the stall to hold them in me until you are ready to remove them... i whimper as i try and move causing the objects grind deep in me... i try not to imagine what i must look like... my well fattened body stripped and put in a stall like an animal... all three holes filled with with something to stretch me open... i can only kneel there and wait now for what will happen next...
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you return later in the day... my body aches from the position i have been forced to be in all day... you look at my ass and cunt first and release the pressure of bars holding the objects in my body... i gasp behind the apple gag as they are pulled out and then quickly replaced... by... oh... oh... i groan... something even larger... my hands clench and un-clench as you work the object deep into me... i can hear you laugh with the enjoyment of the pain i am being forced to endure
"you will be continually filled and stretched cow" you instruct me "until you are ready for actual stuffing"
i shudder causing my whole body to tremble...
"oh i do so love seeing all this meat wiggle and jiggle" you laugh and then slap my ass low causing the objects in me to vibrate and penetrate me deeper and more painfully...
You lean down and tug on my breast... "this" you say "is an udder" and you tug down on the nipple... "and you are cow and as such... will be milked"... my eyes go wide as hear this and i try to struggle in vain.... as you set a machine down in front of me... you hold a large nipple shaped cup in front of my face so i can see it... "this is for milking a goat... but will also work on a fat girlmeat like you"... you push a button on the front of the bench and i feel myself lifting up as you dip the cup in water and then press it against my udder so the nipple is deep in it as the bench stops rising and then you flip on the machine... there is whir and the cup sucks up capturing my nipple into it and begins to rhythmically tug and release it... you quickly move to the other side and hook my other udder to the milking machine... i groan behind my gag as the machine starts tug and pull one udder then the other over and over... my whole body tenses as my udders swell from the stimulation and i hear your appreciation of my suffering from behind me...
"that should keep you busy for a couple of hours" you say... and i bite down hard on the gag as i realize the amount of torture i'm to be subjected to now that i have been reclassified as a cow, my human status gone... i moan and groan as the objects swell inside me, pressing the openings of my body open as my breasts... my udders... are milked... i try to be a good cow and take it.. though i know no real cow would be treated like i am to be treated... as a hucow i have less rights than a common farm animal... i can be tortured, used and abused for as long as a man wants to use me... until the time comes when the spit is brought in for me... and even then i will be tortured as i am roasted on an open BBQ pit...
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