Chapter 5

Bob left Marie to her thoughts as he packaged the filet to send off to the government testing facility. They would test and then store the filet for the five years; the same length of time that her meat license was valid. One month after the license ended the remainder of the sample would be destroyed. Bob tried several times to find someone to run the register, but everyone he was able to reach was either busy or afraid to go out in the snow. Up until noon, other than Ryan, Bob was alone in the store with Marie.

Just before noon, three snow plows pulled into the parking lot. The three drivers climbed out of the truck cabs and walked through the snow into the store.

“Hi Bob!” said the first as he walked in. “Any chance you can fire up the grill and cook us up a little lunch? You’re the only place open for miles; except of course for old man Johnson’s place. That old codger actually sent a four wheel drive company vehicle with snow chains to pick up his employees.” Old man Johnson had a small sewing factory at the edge of town. He only had ten employees, if you included old man Johnson and his current wife. Everyone that worked there was fiercely loyal. The company picnics were always the talk of the town for weeks before and after they occurred every July fourth.

Bob replied “You know I had to give up cooking when Joanne left town. She was the only one that could cook, run the register and keep the shelves stocked. The restaurant license is still good for another month, but do you really want to trust my cooking?”

“It is so cold out there; I would eat my ex-wife if she was heated up.” laughed one of the men as he plopped down onto a stool set up over by the cash register.

“Okay, you asked for it” said Bob as he walked over to a small section of the grocery store blocked off by a Soda Cooler and a swinging gate. The section had a small grill, sink and a table for preparing lunches. Up until a few months ago, Joanne had cooked steaks and lunch filets during the week for the handful of people that worked in the area that could actually go out for lunch. When Joanne had left for the big city, Bob had tried to do the cooking and the rest all by himself, but it soon became evident it was too much for him. When he went a whole week with no one coming in for lunch, Bob decided to leave off cooking. This was the first time in months he had even gone behind the counter. The grill lit on the first try.

After asking for their orders, Bob headed to the back to pick up three filets. He checked on Marie before heading back up front. She was showing no signs of distress and all her vitals were stable on his data pad. Bob walked back up front with his data pad and four filets. He was getting hungry as well.

When the drivers saw Bob carrying the plastic coated trays they started saying “Aw come on Bob. Pre-packaged filets? At least one of us should get a fresh cut filet.”

Bob gave them the evil eye as he said” You guys are starting to push your luck. All right, let me go cut a ‘fresh’ filet. But you need to decide which one of you is the lucky one.”

The snow plow truck drivers all agreed as they followed Bob to the back of the store. “Hey, where is Vivian? Is this a new meat girl? Damn she has some nice tits. Too bad they don’t look any firmer.”

Marie listened as Bob sighed and explained once again that this was her first day on the job. And that he had only harvested her cunt filets so far. When the men heard this, an argument broke out over who wanted what. They decided instead of cunt filets, they all wanted Breast Bacon sandwiches with clit or nipple toppers. Bob asked if they were sure, because once he cut they could not change their minds.

Bob didn’t want to have Marie rejuving her nipple as fast as he cut it off so he used his data pad to momentarily pause the hood. Marie couldn’t move still, but unknown to her; she would not rejuv her meat until Bob activated the hood again. Marie felt someone grasp her right breast firmly by the nipple. With a quick stroke the nipple was removed from her body. Marie waited for the pain to stop and the pleasure to come, but nothing happened. She felt the knife slice through her breast again and again as Bob sliced thin layers of breast bacon from her body.

After Bob cut the last bit of bacon that he could without exposing the bone, he reactivated the hood. Marie felt only gratitude toward Bob as the pleasure took away all her pain and the energies flowed from her ass to her chest. Bob had only removed Marie’s right breast. It was large enough to make three BLTs without removing the left. Now he only had to get the remainder of the sandwich toppers. Marie fell over the edge into orgasm land when Bob stroked her clit through its hood. Once the clit was fully engorged, Bob picked up a small knife and ran it under the hood, opening the flesh and exposing the entire length of Marie’s clit. A quick flick of the knife later, and Marie’s clit was lying on the pile of breast bacon. After Marie’s clitoral hood reknitted itself together; it sat a little higher and thicker than it had lain originally. The truckers were all staring and making comments about Marie’s rapid breast regrowth. Bob took the opportunity to remove a second clit topper once the small pink nub appeared peaking from under its fatter covering. This time Bob removed the hood and the clit with a single slice. In just a few minutes it was impossible to tell where the pile of fresh meat had originated.

Marie would have screamed aloud if she had been able when Bob removed her clit. The second time did not seem as bad as the first, it was over much quicker. The pleasure she felt as her clit regrew was the most intense so far. The intense pleasure from her clit growing under her hood had been enough, when combined with the pleasure from the hood, to send her into orgasmic bliss.

“All right gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, let’s go cook that lunch you ordered.” Bob said as he herded the plowmen to the front of the store. Bob quickly cooked up the breast bacon and his filet. The clit toppers and nipples were placed on the heated surface only long enough to seer the outside, then they were pierced with a plastic toothpick and put on top of the sandwiches.

The men all ate with gusto as they watched the snow falling through the front window. In between bites the plowmen asked about the new meat girl. Bob was not budging and did not tell them anything new. The three truck drivers paid in cash and then left promising to come back for supper when they were done with their shift.

Bob turned off the grill and turned on the store radio. The weather report called for the snow to stop this afternoon. Bob also learned that the nearby towns of Sharon and Smyrna had lost their power. Marie had actually gotten bored after the men left. If it was possible for her to fidget, she would have been dancing around. She was glad that Bob had turned on the radio, it had been so quiet after the snow plow truck drivers had left. Even though she was naked and on display in public, since there was no public it was boring with a capital ‘B’. Marie worried about the fact that she was going to be harvested to feed people at her own party, but other than the pain of the cuts, she had enjoyed having her breast and cunt filet regrow. Marie heard Bob as he walked back to where she was standing.

“This is going to be a long boring day. I will harvest the extra meat tomorrow for your party. Freshness counts from Bob’s meats.” Bob said to Marie as he patted her ass.”You really should consider doing this full time, with your regrowth rate, I would not have to work so many late nights harvesting meat. Plus I would only need one meat girl when you were here, no matter how big of an order I had to fill. Just think about it.”

Bob really meant he would love to hire her on a permanent basis. He decided since the store was empty he would turn on the pleasure portion of the hood. That would make a permanent job here seem more tempting. Bob pulled his data pad out of his apron and set it on the counter as he typed in the codes necessary to activate the hood’s pleasure giving properties. Just as he was hitting enter, he heard the chimes on the front door. The data pad was left forgotten on the counter as Bob rushed to see who had entered the store.

Marie had listened to Bob trying to talk her into a permanent job here, but it was so boring. Ryan would never allow her to do it. And although she was often bored at home, at least she could watch TV. Marie decided to tell Bob that while she appreciated the offer, she just couldn’t do it. That was when the waves of pleasure started cascading through her body. She felt her nipples stiffen and her clit harden. The pleasure came in gentle waves. It was not as intense as the pleasure she felt after being harvested. Marie actually missed the quick change from pain to pleasure.

Bob walked quickly to the front of the store while Marie motionlessly enjoyed her sensations of pleasure. Old Man Johnson’s van was in the parking lot and the man himself was walking back to meet Bob half way.

“Bob,” started Old Man Johnson in his gruff voice “I heard on the radio you’ve reopened your grill for the snow storm.”

Bob looked surprised as he said “Oh really, I don’t remember making that announcement. Although I did just cook lunch for the guys running the snow plows.”

Johnson nodded and continued saying “Yes, well the radio station interviewed one of the men running the snow plows and he mentioned that you had cooked up the ‘bestest freshest BLT’ he had eaten in a long time. His words, not mine. Anyway, some of my workers were surprised this morning when I showed up to give them a ride. I thought it over and decided since they may not have had time to pack a lunch, it would be a nice gesture to feed them. So, I’d like ten double BLTs to go, a filet sandwich for me and the wife, and make sure to put toppers on each sandwich. I’d also like to give them a little something to take home for their dinner. Why don’t you add ten filets so they can take something home to cook this evening.”

Bob sighed and nodded. He turned on the grill and then headed toward the meat counter. It was the work of a few minutes to run several prepackaged breasts through the meat slicer. When he had obtained enough bacon he was still shy three nipples for the toppers. And he needed two clits for the filet sandwiches. Without even warning Marie, Bob sliced the nipple from her right breast once again. While he waited for the nipple to rejuv, he slid the thin knife under her hood and exposed her clit once again. A quick flick of the knife and the pink clit joined the meat platter. The nipple was almost fully regrown, so bob pinched it and removed the bright pink nipple. It was slightly smaller than the first. Bob then turned back down to her hood, it had regrown together once again. He could see the clit as it slowly grew and peeked from under its covering. Once again he sliced upward through the hood and exposed the fresh clit topper. Bob took a moment to watch her hood grow together and then he removed the last of the nipples he needed.

Old Man Johnson started walking around the store while the scent of bacon filled the air. He wandered over to where Marie was displayed. It would not have surprised Bob to know that Johnson had been staring at Marie’s engorged clit. It would have surprised him to know that old man Johnson was looking at the data pad sitting on the meat counter. Marie’s information was still displayed on the screen. Old Man Johnson chuckled aloud as he realized that he knew the girl under the mask. This information could come in handy at his next picnic.

Bob walked back to the meat counter to get the filets for the employee’s dinners. Marie heard the conversation as Bob once again explained that this was her first day as a meat girl. She also heard Old Man Johnson request fresh steak medallions. Bob sighed as he reached for a knife. This was turning into a busy day. He grabbed Marie’s arm and with several slices, he carved small round steaks from her biceps. This was a new pain for Marie, she had not expected her arm to be the source of such intense agony, and it caught her by surprise.

After Bob plastic wrapped the fresh meat, he put the medallions and the filets in one box and the sandwiches in another. He then helped Johnson take the boxes out to the parking lot. By the time Bob made it back to the meat counter, Marie’s arm had healed. Bob took several paper towels and cleaned the counter under Marie’s filet. Her pussy had started dripping honey onto the floor as soon as Bob had sliced off her nipple. Bob reached for the data pad and entered the codes to stop the continuous pleasure. He was intrigued by the size of Marie’s clit hood. It had regrown together and was nearly twice as large as it should have been. There were no visible scars but there was a gap between the hood and her clit. Suddenly Bob had an idea. If her hood grew larger after being cut and spread apart, maybe he could do the same with other cuts of meat.

Bob sliced open the large hood once again exposing the clit. He made small slices from side to side the entire length of her clit. Even the control of the hood could not prevent small movements as Marie tried to buck in pain. Bob was amazed to see that Marie could move at all. Normally the hood prevented any movement. The clit and hood quickly healed. Bob sliced open the hood again to see that the clit had healed but while it may have been a little fatter, it was not any longer. Bob was once again struck with inspiration. He walked over and grabbed a small pair of tweezers from his health and beauty section. The hood had actually grown large enough now, so that bob no longer had to cut it to be able to see Marie’s clit. Bob made small slices from side to side along the length of Marie’s clit that was visible. Once again the control of the hood could not prevent small movements as Marie tried to buck in pain. This time, before Bob removed the knife from the last cut, he used his free hand to take hold of the end of Marie’s clit with the tweezers. He began to pull downward on the tweezers and removed the knife from her skin. The clit quickly healed. When Bob released his hold on the tweezers, Maries clit had almost doubled in length. Bob repeated this several times, until he had a clit that was several inches long. Bob sliced the hood and the elongated clit from Marie and then went into the back room to call John at home. If anyone had ever heard of something like this it would have been John.

Since Bob was in the back room, he did not hear the bells when Marie’s twin walked into the store. Tanya was Marie’s twin sister and they looked almost exactly alike. Tanya had always been a little jealous of Marie. Tanya walked back to the meat counter and stared at her sister’s displayed body. It was like looking in a mirror. She pressed the small button that raised Marie’s hands high above her head. Tanya could not see it because of the hood, but she knew that they shared the exact same hair cut and color. Tanya looked around before going behind the counter to stand next to her sister. She had never actually stood behind a meat counter and she felt a thrill because of the wildness of the situation. Tanya knelt and looked at the shining pipe that entered her sister’s ass. She then ran her hand along Marie’s belly and breasts as she stood. Throwing all caution to the wind, Tanya removed her clothes, threw them in a pile on a chair and then rubbed up against Marie. Tanya kissed Marie’s red lips as she fondled her sister’s ass cheeks with both hands. Tanya felt an almost electric shock when she took her sister lips into her mouth and bit down. The taste of blood excited her even more and she shook as she bit down again and again on her sister’s lips. Suddenly Tanya realized she could not pull back from her sister. Their lips were actually sealed. Somehow Marie’s hood had caused the twin’s bodies to heal together. Marie was actually reveling in the feelings. Each time that Tanya bit her or pulled trying to get free, the hood would send healing energies into her mouth along with the same erotic pleasures she got from being harvested.

When Bob walked back into the room, he could not believe his eyes. It looked as if Marie had actually regrown an entire new body. He had once heard a rumor of someone trying to split a meat girl into two different girls, but had always assumed it was an urban myth. Now it appeared the myth may have been true. The girls were connected at the lips. The one not in the hood was struggling against the other, trying to pull free. Bob knew if he cut them apart, the one he cut would not regenerate since she was not wearing a hood. Bob reached under the counter for his other meat hood as he listened to the frantic mumblings of the second Marie. She began struggling even more as he lowered the hood onto her head. Once he activated the second hood both women were frozen in place. Bob cuffed the new Marie’s hands together and attached them to the chain that was above their heads. This would prevent the new girl from toppling over when her cut them apart.

Bob took a knife and sliced through the lips of his original Marie close to her teeth. The New Marie teetered back a little providing a gap between the two of them. Bob turned the new Marie around and immediately saw something was wrong. This girl’s filet was an original. He could tell it had been well used in the past. The filet was even larger than the one Marie had when she first came in this morning. Bob sliced the lips from the new girl’s face to remove the excess from where he had freed her from Marie. Bob watched closely as she healed just as quickly as Marie.

“Okay, I don’t know what is going on here, but someone is in a lot of trouble. You have no idea what I can legally do to you since you climbed on this counter of your own free will without a meat license. Didn’t you see the sign?” The sign Bob was referring to was on the back side of the counter. Bob read the sign aloud “All meat on display is subject to sale. Any meat girl found to be on display without a valid license is considered a final sale.” Bob continued saying “Legally I am supposed to do a final sale on you.”

Bob removed the hood from Tanya and she started babbling “She didn’t know, she hadn’t read the sign.”

Bob released the cuffs from the chain but not from Tanya’s hands. He sat her in a chair behind the meat counter while Tanya told him what had happened. Bob explained legally her body now belonged to him. Tanya begged him to not do a final sale on her. She promised she would marry him and make him happy for the rest of his life. She offered to work for free. She asked if there was anything she could do to keep from being a final sale. Bob really wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t about to let an opportunity like this go without taking advantage of it. Since the machinery could not distinguish between the two women, he had a unique opportunity; Tanya would not have been officially registered as a final sale by the hood. Bob decided to have Tanya inspected and graded to use her as a free meat source. He led her back into the meat prep area and locked her into position for the enema machine treatment. Until she was tested, he didn’t plant on using her meat, but he could go ahead and prepare her while the store was empty.