I came up with this fantasy this morning and wrote it down. It's not long, and it's not in the same world as my Susan story above, but it does have some similar themes: casual free use, casual cannibalism, people being bought and sold, etc...

I suppose it could take place in an earlier version of that same timeline, after sexual free use and cannibalism start, but before animals all get endangered, people stop eating plants, and the murder system becomes so formalized.

The same goes for the "Butt Cookies" short story above, with that being before cannibalism starts, shortly after some regions start to embrace sexual free use.

If we want to squeeze them all into one setting and start doing the whole timeline thing, that is. It's not what I was thinking about while writing these two, but looking back, it could work. I simply wrote these two as one-off short stories.

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Peter's driving to the grocery store to get a few things and bringing his daughter Samantha along with him. She's happily bouncing on his lap, pretending to be the one steering the car.

Sam's mother had been purchased by Peter from this same grocery store many years ago and served him as a slave for seven years before being roasted for a holiday family reunion. Prior to that, she was a customer at the grocery store, and after she paid for a cart full of groceries, the register's lights flashed that she'd been selected. She was immediately tied up, wrapped in cellophane from the neck down, and had a price stapled to her left breast, through the cellophane, above the nipple. The groceries she paid for were simply put back on te shelves to be repurchased by another customer. Peter found her on the shelf the very next morning.

Once he finds parking and opens the door, Sam gets out of the car first. Peter's cum begins to drip down her legs, but she ignores it. It would feel stranger to her not to have cum lubricating her thighs.

Once out of the car, Peter lifts his daughter up and puts her in the front of a shopping cart. The front seat has an adjustable height, and Peter adjusts it so Sam's mouth is just the right height for his dick. As he pushes the cart, Sam keeps Peter's dick in her mouth, occasionally playing with it some, with her tongue, lips, teeth, and/or suction, but she mostly just keeps it warm for him.

As they enter the store, Peter takes a look at his list.

Cocoa powder
One pineapple
Three apples
One lime
Romaine lettuce
One Human rump roast
One Pound of sliced human breast meat
Human bacon
Nine-pack of human penises
Eight-pack of penis rolls
Loaf of bread
Pack of Oreos
Pint of human cum
2-liter bottle of horse urine
One clove of garlic
One bottle of barbecue sauce
One jar of mixed testicles and ovaries
Eight pack of grape juice boxes
Shredded human-milk mozzarella
One gallon of human breast milk

They still have products made from cows, pigs, chickens, and so on, but the human varieties are often both cheaper, sweeter, and fresher, so Peter prefers these.

Near the front is a display of people who're for sale, tied and cellophaned, just like Sam's mother was. The ones who've been on the shelf closer to a week are closer to the front door, thinner, and have more bodily waste sitting in the bottom of their packaging. After a week on the shelf, if not bought, they're brought into the back and butchered by the meat department. There are a dozen people for sale, all for more than Peter feels like he could afford right now. One of the women is having her mouth fucked by a male customer, and three more of the men and women for sale are having their mouths held against customer's genitals, probably being peed into.

Peter puts a few things in his cart as he makes his way to the back of the store, where the meat department is. He takes a number and there are four people ahead of him. As he waits, he feels a hand push on his upper back and he instinctively leans forward over the shopping cart, covering Sam's head, but keeping his dick in her mouth. As he leans forward, his buttcheeks part and he grabs them to pull them apart further, knowing what's to come. Peter feels a familiar filling sensation as his rectum fills with some other man's dick, who begins pounding away. As this begins, Sam begins sucking more, knowing that her dad's prostate is being stimulated by this other man. After a few minutes of this, Sam swallows her dad's cum and relaxes her mouth around his dick. After another few seconds, she begins swallowing repeatedly as his piss fills her mouth, being quick enough not to spill a drop. After another minute, Peter feels the man cumming inside him.

As the man pulls out of his ass, Peter pulls out of his daughter's mouth. It's his turn to order meat at the counter, so he walks up and begins telling the butcher his order. While she's getting his order, Peter begins to feel some of the man's cum dripping from his anus. The man, who Peter has not even looked at, walks immediately to Sam, who opens her mouth for his dick, fresh from her father's ass. The man holds her head in place as he empties his bladder, and being the good girl she is, she swallows quickly and repeatedly, not missing a drop. By the time Peter recieves his meat order and returns to the cart, the other man is gone, and Sam goes back to keeping her father's dick warm in her mouth.

Before he started bringing his daughter with him to the grocery store, Peter used to do the same sort of thing that the other man did, fucking various other men and women in the store, and peeing in whoever's mouth was nearest when he's had to go, as does everyone else.

When Peter gets to the end of his list, his cart nearly full, the available gallon of human breast milk was all the way in the back of the case. There's plenty of cow milk in the next case over, but it cost $1.04 more and isn't nearly as good. Opening the case, he immediately felt the cold air on his nuts. He pulls his dick out of his daughter's mouth to be able to reach into the case, bending forward into the coldness and reaching out to the last gallon of milk on the shelf.

To Peter's surprise, someone else decides to bring their nuts near the cold air as well. He discovers this as he feels another dick make it's way into his rectum, lubricated some by the previous man's cum. Having just cum recently, Peter doesn't cum again from this, but still enjoys the sensation, while wishing this could've happened somewhere warmer, like the bread aisle. As he waits in the cold milk case, one of the store's employees comes up to him from the other side of the milk case, pressing her pussy against Peter's mouth and peeing into it, before grabbing the gallon of milk from under Peter and walking off to give it to a customer who asked him if he had any left in the back.

After the man behind Peter finally releases another load of cum into Peter's ass, he quickly pulls out and closes the case's door, which presses against Peter's ass and balls, making him quite cold. Peter tries to push backwards to open it from the inside, but it only opens when pulled from the outside, like a refrigerator does, and he can't fit all the way through the shelf at this angle to crawl froward and out. Just like the first man did by the meat counter, the second man chooses Sam's mouth to piss in, but does so as he walks off with Peter's cart, swapping out a few items to match his own grocery list, and eventually taking Sam home with him as his new slave that he just lucked out on finding for free.

Peter winds up fucked a few more times in the ass and mouth, and swallows a few more bladders worth of urine before the store finally closes. The cum that's been leaking from his ass has frozen, gluing his thighs togther completely, and there's a puddle of his own frozen piss below him. Customers in a store after closing automatically belong to the store, but the worker is lazy and simply staples a price tag into Peter's right ass cheek and leaves him in the milk case that he's laying on. When restocking the case, she simply stacks the cold milks on Peter's back, pisses down his throat, and otherwise ignores that he's there at all.

For six more days he just gets more of the same. The buildup of frozen cum glues his legs together all the way to his ankles and glues his balls in place as well. The puddle of his frozen piss below him begins to become more of a stalagmite of frozen piss. Finally, on the seventh day, a worker pulls the shelves away from the case door and carries a very cold Peter to the butcher. The extra cum covering his lower half is advertised as a glaze for the cuts of meat from his legs, balls, and ass cheeks, which sell at a higher price, while the rest of his meat just winds up being in the same cheap packages he's bought his whole life. His frozen piss is melted, bottled, and sold as well.