Double Roasted

By DX

Copyrighted, 2/2026, all rights reserved.

“47A3, you have arrived.”

Calli nodded awake, a little surprised she had fallen asleep on the most important day of her life.  

She peered around blearily at the interior of the auto-car before she focused on the control screen.

“47A3, you may exit the vehicle now.”  The auto-car said.

She looked around the auto-car wondering who 47A3 was.  She was alone.

In the quiet of the auto-car, she remembered.

Calli was now designated 47A3-PPS, Prime Protein Source.  

She was meat.

Almost giggling, she exited the vehicle and found herself on a hard-packed dirt road lined with aged trees burdened with hanging Spanish moss.  Before her was an intimidating, towering gate that completely blocked the road.  The gate was covered with bold printed signs.  She couldn’t read most of the words, but she clearly understood the pictographs.

Death awaited.

By lightning bolt, auto-cannon, or bees, beyond that point was a working farm, and farms by their nature were dangerous and smelly and, according to the pictographs, drowning or being trampled was a strong possibility.

To her right was a Carrier-House with a professional looking sign out front with the doctor symbol of two snakes curled around a staff with wings.  What that had to do with medicine was beyond her, but she knew it meant Doctor McCoy’s office.  

The ‘CLOSED’ sign was displayed, along with a sign indicating if there was an emergency to call the State.  There was also an arrow pointing to a red button, and Calli guessed if she pressed it, it would call the State for her.

But she wasn’t currently having an emergency, so she didn’t press it. 

Calli looked left and saw a tall fence.  It had a sign of a man being lightning bolted to death.  ‘Don’t touch the fence.’  She thought.  ‘Got it.’

She glanced behind her.

The auto-car was gone.  It had quietly turned itself around on its tri-axle wheels and motored away.

Calli was alone.  

She regretted not keeping her sandals.  That morning when she reported to the abattoir the attendant told her to keep her slippers on; but Calli felt they were superfluous and added them to the pile of her clothes.  She was meat.  Meat didn’t need shoes.

She got in line with other naked meat for processing and received her perma-tag and brand.  After they shaved her head and she waited for final designation, she overheard two techs say Doctor McCoy had ordered meat for a live spit roast.

Visions of Doctor McCoy filled Calli’s mind.  She was a beautiful woman, with saffire blue eyes and raven black hair.  She was a working hucow, and had undergone genetic modification so she would produce milk.  She also had a birthing module so she could be bred on a regular basis.

Weeks earlier, Doctor McCoy had come to give all the women their medical exam as part of their designation process.  During that time she gave a little pep-talk.

“You can be whatever you want to be.”  She said, as she demonstrated being locked into a milking stall and how the machine automatically attached nozzles to her teats.  “I work as a doctor, but I am also a Hucow, producing milk and occasionally, babies.  Ooo!”  She squealed as the nozzle began to pulse and pull on her nipple.  As the clear tubes filled with her warm milk, she looked to her audience, her eyes lidded with sensual joy.  As her breathing deepened, and her cheeks filled with blush, she seemed to enjoy the processes.

When the machine finished and released her, she stepped out of the stocks, a little unsteady on her feet, but very happy.  “See?  It is possible to be a productive member of society and still have a career.”  She brushed back her dark hair and regained her composure.  “Any questions?”

Calli raised her hand.    

The Doctor smiled, eager to engage.  “Yes?”

“I want to be meat.”  Calli said, excitedly.  “I’ve controlled my diet and exercise so I will be the best tasting meat possible.”  Her energy dimmed as she became a little sheepish.  “I only hope to meet the people I will feed, which is why I hope for the chance to be a live, slow roast.  I want know who my nutrients will soon sustain.”

Other women raised their hands.

Doctor McCoy scanned the attendees.  “Are there any questions about having a career?”

The hands went down.

The Doctor’s smile never faded, although it looked a little forced.  “Well, you have a few days to decide.  Please take an information brochure and read it over.  If you have any questions,”  She then stressed when hands went up.  “about a career,”  Hands went back down.  “you can contact me at any time by message and I will be happy to respond.”

Calli took a brochure just to be respectful, and did look carefully at the pictographs, but she knew all along, all her life for that matter, she was meat. 

And happy to be so.

Then she heard Doctor McCoy needed meat for a live roast.

Elated at the idea of being spitted and cooked live, slowly rotating on a spit, her skin crispy with rivulets of juices flowing like rain, Calli left the line and walked out of the abattoir and climbed into the first auto-car she found.  It was already occupied by an elegant, stately woman with heavy, pillowy breasts.  “I’m Calli.”  She introduced herself.  “I need to get to Doctor McCoy.  I’m to be her meat.”  Calli parted her knees and showed her new glistening silver tag dangling from a ring pierced through her labia majora.  “See?  I’m meat.”

The woman regarded her, confused and mildly annoyed, but softened as she took in the woman’s enthusiastic glow.  “Well, I wasn’t planning on sharing my auto-car, but Doctor McCoy is a good friend.”  She fanned her hand at the auto-car’s control panel and it started off.  “I’ve never known meat to arrive via auto-car, but there’s a first time for everything.”

As they drove, Calli happily talked about her specific training to ensure she would be the perfect meat.  “I know I’m a little underweight,”  She admitted.  “but I’m lean and tender.  Perfect for a nice slow roast.”

The woman smiled.  “Sounds delightful.”

“Will you be there?”  Calli asked hopefully.  “Will I be feeding you?”

The woman was taken back.  “Uh, I wasn’t…”  She thought, and her face brightened.  “Oh, wait!  I bet you’re for Farmer’s Brown’s Lodge.  Farmer Brown is Doctor McCoy’s husband, you know.”  She added.  “They do a live spit roast every year for a fund raiser.  I wasn’t going to get a ticket this year, but now that I’ve met you, I will.”

Calli brightened and her cheeks dimpled with joy.  “Oh, thank you so much!”

The woman looked out her window.  “This is me.”  She then looked to the control panel.  “Auto-Car,”  She commanded.  “take this woman to Doctor McCoy’s, please and thank you.”

“Doctor McCoy resides with Farmer Brown in a secure facility.”  The auto-car replied.  “I can take her to Doctor McCoy’s office which is a near-by location.”

“That will be fine.”  She said, then looked at Calli.  “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Calli rewarded the woman with a wide, brilliant smile.

Now, standing at the intimidating gate, Calli wondered her next move.  Amongst the signs of death and dismemberment, there was a button.  It didn’t appear to be an emergency button, so Calli reached for it.

Just as she was about to touch it, the gate silently swung open.

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A Good Wife.

By DX

Copyrighted 1997, 12/2024, all rights reserved.

 Jackie clutched her number, letting the woman behind her in line go ahead of her. She watched the butchers working, and timed their progress so that it would be Brenda to wait on her. The women behind the glass counter, their smocks stained with blood, raised and dropped their cleavers with blinding speed, and severed bone and sinew with clean, crisp cuts. 

 Jackie wondered what it would feel like lying on the cold butcher's block.

 She would soon know.

 She fished the letter out of her purse and read it again.  Her fingers felt the raised watermark and the embossed print.  By now she had memorized it.  The medical tests were final and official. She was barren. Her chances of carrying a child to term were non-existent.

 "What'll it be today?" Brenda smiled, calling her over. "We have some fine cuts of veal."

 Jackie didn't bother to look. "Can we talk?" She whispered.

 Brenda looked confused. "Sure." She whispered, not knowing why. "Come on back."

 As Jackie walked to the end of the counter, she eyed the cuts of meat and wondered if they were anyone she knew. She had mixed emotions that day long ago in high school as she stood next to Brenda and all the other girls crowding around to read the posted results. The smart girls got careers, next went vocational, then service and then meat.  Jackie was meat, but she also tested as fertile, a rare trait, and she tested high enough so that she wouldn't simply be cattle. She was sold to a loving husband, with hopes to bear his children. Hopes that dashed with the arrival of the letter that said there had been an error in her first test, and subsequent testing were not positive.

 Brenda lead her to the back room. "So what's with all the whispering?" Brenda whispered.

 Jackie showed her the letter. "I need a favor."

 Brenda read the letter slowly, her lips moving as she did.

 Jackie jumped to the gist. "I can't have kids." Brenda looked confused, not understanding. "I'm useless as a wife and Brian won't take me back to the agency."

 "Why not?"

 "The clod loves me." She moaned, loving him for it. "But the problem is we can't afford to get another wife. We can't even afford me. And Brian wants a son so badly."

 "That and the government check." Brenda pointed out knowing about the government subsidies for any household raising a male child. An important fact in a world where women out numbered the males 21 to 4.

 The planet could not support its 9.5 billion residents. The oceans were dead, polluted beyond recovery. The topsoil had blown away because of over development and excessive farming. Agricultural terrorists took care of what was left, leaving billions of people with only one thing to eat.

 Humans.

 Believing that Men were the root of all problems, feminist radicals released a virus into the air that killed only men, and made births of male children next to impossible; leaving Women to rule a ruined world, with the only solution to quell the starving, riotous population, was to eat them. 

 Women became cattle, milked, and breed, and slaughtered.

 "Here's my plan." Jackie confided. "I'm going to save all of our food allowance until I have enough to buy Brian a new wife."

 Brenda's brow furrowed as she thought. "But then, if you don't buy food, what will you eat?"

 Jackie lifted the hem of her skirt showing her long, shapely leg. "I need you to do me a favor..."

 "You can't be serious!" Brenda gasped.

 "Brian needs a wife to take care of him and bear him a son. I will take care of him until the new wife arrives."

 Brenda ran the plan though her mind. "You mean you want to do this in parts?"

 "I know you can do it. You're the best butcher in the county. You can make me last long enough so that Brian won't be alone before the new wife arrives. He can't care for himself.  It's illegal."

 "But Jackie..." Brenda protested. "I'm not that good. A new fertile wife costs so much. It’s impossible!"

 "Then get me as close as you can. Brenda, right now, legally, I’m meat.”  She held up the letter.  “I no longer have rights as a person.  I’m only sitting here because the State hasn’t the staff to come pick me up.  And if they did, I'd only end up here, or worse, a processing plant.”  A tear rimmed her eye.  “I’m meat.  It’s all I'm qualified for. In the time I have, I want to see Brian get a new wife. I want to give him something special for being the guy he is."

 Brenda chewed her lip. "Okay." She agreed reluctantly. "Wait here. We close in a half hour, we can do it then."

 Jackie felt tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you."

 Brenda turned away, plodding back to her counter as Jackie found herself a seat. Jackie stared down at her legs. Beautiful, shapely twins. She drew an imaginary line a few inches above her right knee.

 "Excuse me, Ma'am?"

 Jackie was startled by the little voice calling to her. She looked up, surprised to see a wall of women, fresh from their graduation. They were naked, bound at the feet and wrists with a leash about their necks to hold them against the wall. They huddled together not for cold, but for shame.

 Jackie suddenly realized that although she had been a wife for only a short time, she had come to regard meat as inanimate objects. For one to address her was not only illegal, but really weird.

 "Excuse me." The dark haired girl at the end spoke. "I couldn't help but overhear. You’re really going to have yourself cut up slowly? I mean, you don't have to."

 "I love my husband." Was Jackie's only defense.

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