Ms. Barbara Lander is one of those teachers male students dream about. She stands 6' height around a respectful 120 pounds. Barbara likes to keep her sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. But what really catches the guys eyes are the breasts her parents bought her for graduating college they are a very "natural looking" C-cup. Ms. Lander was worse than her students she taught when it came for trying to get out of doing school work she took her students to whatever field trip she could sign them up for. Museums, art galleries, power plants, historical re-enactments, or anything that took more than an hour to drive to by bus. This time she chose a field trip that had nothing to do with history. She was taking her students to see a chicken farm that is automating its productions everything from the raising of baby chicks all the way to the slaughter. It was all she could find in short notice. The people who run the farm could not wait to show off their automated farm.
The students in Ms. Lander's social studies class that were heading out on the field trip began filling into the class to do a head count and to meet the four parent volunteers who were going to help chaperone the trip.
Ms. Lander walks to front of the class then blows a whistle to get everyone's attention. Once the students calmed down enough for her to speak she begins to introduce the chaperones starting with Mrs. Sue Clark a forty two year old heavyset woman with wavy reddish brown hair with large floppy breasts. The second mother she introduced by Ms. Lander is Ms. Kim Kowalski unlike Ms. Clark Ms. Kowalski is a tall attractive woman who does yoga along with spin class everyday to keep fit. Third on their list was Mrs. Lisa Kwan a petite little Korean woman who always had a large pretty smile on her face. Last to be introduced is Mrs. Shelly Schultz a really prim and proper tall red headed woman in her forties. Each woman volunteers for these "fieldtrips" just to screw Ms. Lander over. She just too nice, too lazy, and too pretty for their tastes. Their husbands would spend hours pretty themselves up for her getting ready for their parent teacher meetings. Like they would have a chance with her. These women are willing to do just about anything to humiliate her in front of her students.
As soon as they arrived on the farm them are greeted by Cletus Lang, medium size hillbilly looking guy who looked straight out of the movie Deliverance. He stood there waving like a maniac as the school bus entered the farm.
The first thing that caught the student's attention was the stench of chicken crap. Just about everyone pinched their noses and let loose a big "P-U!" as they were exposed to it.
"Yup, were certainly on a farm." Ms. Lander said as she covered her nose.
Cletus runs up to Ms. Lander then just about shakes her hand off when he greets her. He just can't wait to show off his new automated chicken production facility it's his pride and joy.
"Well, well, well ain't you pretty! If I had a teacher like you I would not be able get any studying done!" He said with an exaggerated wink. Ms. Lander just stood there feigning to be humiliated by his compliments.
The four mom chaperones just stood there rolling their eyes while mocking what Cletus said to Ms. Lander under their breath in a nasally tone.
All the male students were agreeing with Cletus shaking their heads while watching her big old titties jiggle with the shaking of her hand. One student yelled out "Hey man, hands off! She's our hottie! Are you trying to muscle in on what we all got cooking?" All the freshmen cracked up at that one. The four moms just looked at each other shaking their heads in disgust.
Cletus runs up to the large metal doors opening them in a corny overly dramatic manner complete with a welcoming sweeping arm movement then a bow. It was like something Charlie and the Chocolate factory with the smell of chicken shit instead of delicious chocolate. The room the students entered was well lit and sterile looking. Chickens could be seen pecking around in glass holding pens while cute little chicks bounced around on very clean looking warming table. They all seemed happy plump and active.
"I was expecting a hardly lit dirty barn but this is very futuristic looking Mr. Lang." Ms. Lang said in amazement.
"That's why I bought it! It's like a movie set straight out of Star Wars. By the way Ms. Lander you can call me Cletus." He said with a big smile and an awkward wink.
Most of the students made a beeline towards the baby chick warming beds. Everyone was cuddling with a little peeping chick. Ms. Lander had one rubbing it against her cheek. See this her students began pulling out their cell phones to capture a picture or a video of Ms. Lander with a chick. Seeing them taking pictures she began posing with the chick like a pouting spokes model doing little sexy poses for the cameras.
"Does she have no shame?" Mrs. Clark whispers to Mrs. Kowalski. Mrs. Kwan just covered her mouth as she giggles at what Mrs. Clark just said.
"Lets see if we could trip her into some chicken shit or something. That would show her." Mrs. Schultz said in a hushed tone to the three other giggling women.
"Now I assure you kids nothing bad happens to the baby chicks. But the big'uns well that's whole different story. As we step in the next room I will demonstrate how the automated system works." Cletus said as he starts moving the class to the next room.
The next room was a large glass box with a metal catwalk running along it. Connected in the center of the catwalk was a control station that handled the automated chicken slaughter, plucking, gutting, and cleaning process. Just to the left of the control center is a self-sealing door that stays locked until the process is over.
"Before we enter this room I have to hand out these skull caps. These ain't to keep you from getting hair on the chicken it is to help identify you as a human. Otherwise the system might cut your head off thinking you were a chicken." Said Cletus as he handed out the caps to all the people entering the room. Once the teens heard that they all quickly secured the caps to their heads with little complaint.
"Are you sure it's safe Cletus?" Ms. Lander asked before entering the room.
"It's damned near foolproof Ms. Lander!" Replied Cletus. "Now watch as I run the first chicken through the machine."
The first chicken in guided through the chute with blasts of air that gets it moving into the room. The chicken calmly pecks its way into the killing room unknowing what is about to happen to it. A red light from a sensor on the wall paints the chicken with a light for a split second. Once it determines it is a chicken a pair of shears attached to a robotic arm drops down in a spit second then chops off its head. The headless chicken then begins to run in a circle mush to the delight of the students as they all yelled, "Run chicken, run!" all of a sudden almost a split second two arms hold the chicken in place. A hose begins to spray a chemical used to help facilitate the removal of the feathers. Several little robotic arms drop down from the ceiling to pluck the feathers off the chicken's carcass. The little arms moved quicker than any human chicken plucker could ever do no matter how experienced or jacked up on speed.
Once the chicken was finished being plucked another arm with a sharp cutting tool attached to it slices the chicken open then a small opening sucked the guts out of the chicken in just a few seconds. Once the chicken has been beheaded, plucked, and gutted it now is ready to be washed of all impurities it might have picked up during the process. A liquid squirts out in a high-pressure stream effectively cleaning it a few seconds. The robotic arms move it to a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball. As the arms hold the chicken in front of the hole a stainless steel paddle smacks the chicken on the ass knocking it through the whole with a resounding smack.
"Well, that's that! That was all was done in half the time a human worker could. We also haven't had any work related accidents or any issues with animal cruelty. It's a god damned miracle of science." Cletus said proudly to the students.
"No accidents, I bet that machine would mutilate any person who was stupid enough to set foot in the box." Ms. Lander said to Cletus.
"The scanners can tell the difference between a human and a chicken. It can tell by body temperature, texture, and by movement. The blades will not cut into a living being to prevent animal cruelty. Your safer in that box then in your car Ms. Lander!" Replied Cletus.
"So if I walked in there it would know enough to leave me alone?" Asked Ms. Lander.
"Sho'nuff! As long as you don't act or look like a chicken it will not even look at you. Just make sure to keep that head cover on it has embedded sensors that will prevent decapitation. It won't cut your head off but it is only a failsafe device just to make sure." Said Cletus.
'We dare you to go in Ms. Lander!" Shouted her students all excited to see if the machine would do anything to their beloved teacher.
"I'll do it! But you all better let me out if it starts to get scary!" Ms. Lander yelling over her shoulder to her students as she struts into the glass room.
"You can't let her just walk in like that! She'll get gutted or beheaded by those robots!" Mrs. Kowalski yelled as she grabbed Cletus by the arm.
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