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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Mina Hucow

By DX

A scientist discovers her breasts are swelling and filling with milk and her thoughts are filled with arousal and desire to be breed like cattle.  Can she discover what is happening before it is too late and she becomes a permanent human cow?

Copyrighted 9/2019 8/2023 All rights reserved.

Based on a story by Mina Submissive

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 “Mina?  Are you okay?”

 Mina looked up startled.  She had thought she was alone but was surprised to see her friend standing at her elbow.  “Oh!  Hello, Antoinette!”  Mina smiled, her dimples showing.  “How are you?”

 Antoinette looked flustered.  “I’m fine, Mina, but are you okay?  You know you’ve been standing in the hallway for almost twenty minutes.”

 Slowly Mina looked around.  She was in fact in the hallway to her apartment and she was standing in front of her door.  She looked at the keys in her hand.  “Oh, I was thinking about the lock.”  Mina said.  “It was patented in 1865 by Thomas Yale, based off an Egyptian design nearly four thousand years ago.”  Mina held up her key and gently ran her finger along its serrations.  “The key pushes up the spring tensioned tumblers to free the lock barrel allowing it to turn and open.”  Mina smiled sweetly at her friend.  “Quite the marvel, really.”

 “I’m sure it is.”  Antoinette replied dryly, peering at her friend.  “I’ve not seen you around for weeks.”

 Mina laughed breathlessly.  “Oh!  I’ve been…”  Her voice trailed off as she began to realize she didn’t have an answer.  She looked at the door to her apartment, then the keys in her hand, before she looked at Antoinette who was expecting an answer.  “I was at work.”  She said quietly, her face slack.  “Yes, I was at work.”  Her voice filled with certainty.  “We have a major experiment going on at the lab.  We’re on the brink of stabilizing a pre-structured colloidal suspension hydrocarbon polyisoproprene chain to create a synthetic epidermis.”

 Antoinette blinked slowly.

 “Artificial skin based on latex.”  Mina finished.

 “Oh!”  Antoinette responded.  “Cool!  That’s amazing.”

 Mina nodded, humbly.  “We’re also working on a cerebral hormonal therapy regulator.”  Mina face began to blank again.  “Or we just finished that, there’s a prototype…”  Her voice drifted as she tapped her cheek, thinking.

 Antoinette’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.  “I’m so happy for you Mina!  And it sounds like you’re doing great work.”

 Mina regarded her friend.  Antoinette was petite and small framed.  She had short bob cut hair and a tiny pug nose and round, ponderous eyes.  She seemed delicate, despite her strong will.  Her face could not hide her feelings.  “What’s wrong?”

 Antoinette waved her hands dismissively.  “Nothing!  You’re busy and tired and you need some rest.”

 Scoffing, Mina replied.  “I’m actually a little wired.  You want to hang out?”

 Antoinette’s face glowed like the morning sun.  “Are you sure you’re, you know, up to it?”

 “I’d love it.”  Mina’s smile deepened.  “I’d love to have a proper sit down and chat like a real person.”  Mina’s face drained as she thought.  “The lab has been…”  She squinted, trying to remember something important.  “We’ve…”  She shook her head, scattering her thoughts like moths.  “Come on over.  I think I have soy-chocolate.”

 “I’ve got better.”  Antoinette leaned close and whispered.  “Pinot Grigio.”

 “Wine?”  Mina whispered, scandalously.  “Where did you get the ration coupons for that?”

 “I’ve had it for quite some time.”  Antoinette replied proudly.  “And I think this is a great time to open it up and, you know, celebrate your success.”

 Mina envisioned the cool, fruity drink splashing wildly in a glass, the scent tickling her nose.  She missed it.  She missed many, many things.

 Her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

 “Thank you, Antoinette!”  Mina hugged her friend warmly, but felt her stiffen.  Releasing her, she searched her face.  “What’s wrong?”

 Abashed, Antoinette giggled.  “I believe you have had a bit of a growth spurt.”

 Mina looked confused.  “Oh, uh, maybe I’m retaining water?”  She offered, her mind racing.  She had always been a curvy girl with large, D caliber breasts, and a lean narrow waist that poured into her callipygous hips, but now she seemed a little… swollen.  Her breasts somehow seemed bigger, fuller.  She dismissed the notion with a tilt of her head.  “Lemme get settled.  Twenty minutes?  I have glasses.”

 Antoinette’s eyes glistened as she smiled.  “Okay!”

 Mina entered her apartment and closed the door behind her.  Recognizing her, the living room light came on and gave the room a welcoming feeling.  Mina stood in the foyer and took it all in.  It was her home, her things, everything neatly arranged.  

 Sterile.

 Looking at it, Mina suddenly thought she didn’t live there.

 She chided the idea and headed into the kitchen.  She found the glasses and set them on the table, then looked for something for them to snack on.

 Synthetic seaweed spread, soy-cheese, and Acrididae crackers made from processed grasshoppers.

 Sneering, Mina closed the cabinet.  It was barely digestible, but it was all there was to eat the since eco-terrorists had released a terrifying parasite that wiped out algae worldwide, the base of all life.  The domino effect was quick and absolute.  The seas all but died within a single year.  On land the fertile earth became a barren dust bowl leaving whole nations staving to death.  Oxygen became a traded commodity.  A third of the population was gone within a fortnight, leaving the remaining world population desperate, afraid, and hungry.  Although the world scientists stopped the parasite and began to re-start the agricultural base, it would take decades to reverse the damage.  The human race didn’t have decades.  

 Mina pushed the thought from her mind.  It wasn’t a night to ponder such things.  With a clear head she reached up and got a bowl from the shelf.  As she did, she realized what Antoinette was talking about.

 Mina was indeed bigger.

 Amazed, she cupped her breasts and weighed them in her hands.  They were firm, almost tight, and bigger, much bigger than before.  They responded to her inquisitive touch by sending a gentle wave through her.  Blushing furiously, on the pretext of conducting a scientific investigation, Mina continued her exam and felt a pleasurable spark tingle through her.  

 A stain spread across her blouse.

 Mina opened her shirt and found her bra was soaked.  

 She quickly un-did her brassiere, it was cutting into her anyway, and relief instantly filled her.  She looked at her breasts in awe, as if she had never seen them before.  They were huge!  She gently sized them in her hands.  As she did, cream dribbled from her nipples and ran down and across her fingers.

 Lactating?  Mina was stunned as the warm, sweet smell came to her.  Hypnotized, she looked at the glistening cream on her fingers as she brought them to her mouth.

 Delicious!

 Peaches!  She thought.  Strawberries and milkshakes!  Quickly she expressed a little more into her hand and slurped it up.  It was invigorating!  Lighting up her skin!  She could feel every cell in her body come to life.

 She took up a bowl and quickly lined it with her cream.  She resisted the craving to drink it, instead wanting to save it for Antoinette.  As her mind began to stumble over the logic of what was happening, another feeling blossomed within her.  As she teased and tweaked her nipples, her sex grumbled to life and sparked into flame.  She could feel the wetness soaking her panties and dampening her legs.  She struggled not to cry out and hide her passion in her throat.

 Her knees buckled and she slumped against to the wall to keep her feet.  She gasped and moaned and buried her fingers into her warm oyster as she teased and played with her nipples.  Wild tidal waves of pleasure swept over her again and again.

 It wasn’t making sense.  She was rushing toward a beautiful, powerful orgasm and she could do nothing to stop it.  Her friend was coming over in minutes and she was in the kitchen playing with herself.  Shivering, humming a vibrato as passion clutched her and shook her, she tried to keep her feet with her body pressed against the wall.

 Through her squinting, wanting eyes she looked up as shadows peeled from the walls.  

 Men lunged at her.  They grabbed her arms, interrupting her orgasm, and roughly hauled her up.  As she drew breath to scream in surprise and fear, a fat rubber ball was wedged in her mouth.  She could feel the gag’s mechanics automatically move around and lock her jaw open.  In her mind she somehow knew the gag was noise canceling, emitting a counter-vibration to any sound she made, effectively silencing her.

 The sharp bite of steel cuffs ratcheted around her wrists, then her elbows, pinning them behind her back.  

 Struggling with panic, Mina drove her knee up sharply and caught one of her assailants in crotch and doubled him over.  She then drove her heel back and struck the man behind her in the ankle, then reared her head back, and with a hard crunch of delicate bones, nailed him in the nose.

 Arms wrapped about her waist and hoisted her up.  She thrashed desperately until she felt cold steel circle her ankles.

 “Wow!  She’s tough!”  One exclaimed as he helped another off the floor.

 “She got me right in the money maker.”  He said, grunting.

 “If that’s your money maker,”  a woman retorted.  “it explains why you’re broke.”

 “Quiet!  All of you.”  The man holding Mina aloft growled with a rough voice.  “Let’s move this along.”  

 He set her down and held her to keep her balance.  Mina eyed him.  He had a hard face that had endured harder years.  His ice blue eyes were cutting, slicing neatly into her like a scalpel.  He was a man not to be reckoned with.

 He didn’t like her looking at him.

 “Get the hood.”  He ordered curtly.  

 The man with the broken nose fumbled with it as he tried to see through blurring eyes.  “I tave it here, Mr. Bleu.”  He said as blood dripped down his face.

 Bleu, like his eyes, Mina thought as a memory sparked within her.  Beau Bleu?  Was that a name?  Bow Blue?  How would she know that?

 “How are we gonna move her,” One of them asked.  “with her feet cuffed?”

 Mina thought he looked like his name was Harry, although his name was Howard.

 The woman, Lyca, grabbed a dishtowel to help Marky stop his bleeding nose.   “Why didn’t you warn us she was a hellcat?  Why don’t we sedate her?”

 Mr. Bleu’s hackles rose as he addressed each member of his team.  “One, we carry her.  Two, you’re a trained agent, you should know how to handle yourself in any situation.  Three, right now she has more chemicals in her body than a High School science lab, a sedative may prove dangerous.”  He held out his hand towards Marky.  “Give me the hood.”  Then he glanced towards Sanford standing by the door.  “Ford, check if the coast is clear.”

 Ford nodded and activated the security monitor.  “Shit!  It’s her friend!”  He looked back, his eyes wide.  “Whadda we do?”

 Bleu motioned with his chin.  “Get behind the door.  Lyca, in the kitchen.  Harry?  Marky?  In the hall.”  He nodded to Ford.  “Open the door.”

 “But she’ll see you!”  He whispered harshly.  

 “That’s the plan.”  Bleu glanced at his agents, then nodded to Ford.

 Antoinette strolled in, oblivious to the danger.  “Sorry it took so long,”  She said, looking at her bottle.  “I had to dig up the corkscrew.”  She stopped and her face became slack as she saw Mina standing in the middle of the living room, gagged and cuffed.  “What?”

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