FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY - A Dolcett style story
Contains gore, cannibalism, torture and snuff

Chapter One: Jennifer becomes an Animal

Jennifer entered the college library. Even at twenty-one the girl was petite though not exactly childlike. She was a woman with perky little breasts, a slightly curved waist and slim figure. The librarian waved as she entered, a familiar face here, and watched as Jennifer went to find a book for her current essay.

She scanned the isles until she came across one labelled 'World History' and set about finding a suitable book. Not long later she came out with a book dedicated to her chosen topic. 'For the Good of Humanity' was printed in bold black letters while the background of the book was entirely white save for the photograph of a noose. Jennifer sat at an empty table and kicked off her sandals, happy to let her feet breathe in this heat.

The book detailed the crisis of the early 2200's where overpopulation had become a major issue. Food was scarce, animals typically used in livestock where now all protected species and while crop farming helped immensely, humans needed meat in their diets. The quest was, how do you satisfy that need when your predecessors banned hunting and fishing for fear of what happened to livestock?

Killing an animal was, and still is, punishable by death but there was one Animal that was still abundant, one that had been in front of them the entire time. A picture of naked male and female came into view of the next page with lines separating cuts of specific body parts. These weren't drawings either.

Of course back then eating a Human was wrong and a lot of people had trouble with the concept. The government responded by converting the status of a person destined to become food to that of an animal. This seemed to convince a population sick and tired of meat substitutes that it was okay after all. Prisons were quickly emptied and people started to enjoy meals consisting of the meat of rapists and mass murderers. Gender didn't affect taste either and the idea of eating a human quickly became normal.

Jennifer laughed, how could those idiots back then consider Meat Animals human?

This, however, presented a new problem. Severe crime dropped to levels never before seen when the idea of being made a meal out of scared people more than outright execution. Petty crimes were soon punishable by death but that quickly stopped crime altogether. In trying to feed and control its population Humanity had created a perfect Utopia.

A Utopia where people could add to the ever-increasing head count that would destroy the world. A decade later and a virus seemed to attack only the 'Y' chromosome making male births exceedingly rare. This only caused people to breed more when a father wanted a son and not a fifth daughter. It was like something out of a Dolcett story.

A short decade later and the world was again at square one. No meat, too many people and no crime to sustain the old system. It was then that the Lottery came into play. A fair system that chose any female citizen above the age of eighteen to become meat. Males were exempt from becoming meat due to their sudden rarity except under extreme circumstances such as committing a crime but the Lottery was targeted only at registered women only. The term 'Meat Animal' no longer applied due to 99% of meat being female.

A girl was always registered at thirteen. During her registration a young girl would be tested for diseases and lastly tagged. The tag itself wasn't like some old-fashioned cow tag but more of an earring designed to show a woman's status in society via a small light that was recharged by their body heat and always connected to the Lottery network.

Blue meant they were free, red meant they were meat and black meant the Meat was on the run or hadn't arrived before her time was up. When a tag turned red you had two weeks to set your affairs in order and report to a processing centre. Some came immediately, some went on that last holiday while others spent it with family.

Jennifer remembered her tagging. Thirteen years old and standing in nothing but her underwear while a woman did her tests before finally attaching her tag. At school, they heard horror stories of the little girls who never came back from their tagging in another school but thankfully it wasn't true and the rumour was quickly debunked. Eating children was illegal.

Prisons were converted into Processing Centres and within a year the first of many females arrived. They were instructed to arrive naked, as animals had no need for clothing, and then would be graded and finally sorted based on quality. Soon they would be slaughtered and shipped out to feed the populace. As a woman, to die a Meat Girl was a great honour.

You would die for the good of Humanity.

Jennifer spent the entire afternoon reason before finishing the book. She closed it, sighing as she deposited her notes and got ready to go home. Thankfully the book was short and had given her everything she needed. Jennifer got up, stretching her slim body to get the blood flowing, and made to leave.

“Jennifer,” said the librarian said suddenly, “Honey, stop a moment.”

Jennifer turned, raising an eyebrow and pushing up her nerdy glasses. “What's wrong?” she asked as the slim, rather young, librarian approached the twenty-one-year-old. Obesity was illegal in an adult female seeing as they could become Meat Animals at any given time so regular exercise was mandatory.

Jennifer shuddered as the lady took a hold of her ear and hummed in curiosity. “Your tag,” she stated, “It's red.”

“It is?” Jennifer held her hand up to her ear and sure enough a red glow was noticeable on her palm. “Well gosh, I wasted an entire afternoon studying.” It was blue this morning, she had seen it in the mirror. Jennifer looked back towards the librarian with an annoyed expression.

“Well,” the Librarian clapped her hands, “As the nearest consenting adult I'm required by law to ask you to strip, animals don't wear clothes.”

Jennifer blushed and held her arms to her chest. “C-can't I do it at home?”

“Nope,” the Librarian didn't wait before grabbing the bottom of Jennifer's modest blouse and lifting it over her heard. Jennifer squealed, covering herself. “Come on Jennifer no need to be modest, Meat Girls don't need to be.”

Jennifer took a steadying breath. Sure her life was over but that didn't mean she had to feel sad. A human life was nothing to cry over, and she had been raised properly to understand that if her number came up she should feel nothing but pride. With one movement she unclipped her bra and slid it off her shoulders before quickly pulling down her trousers and knickers and stepping out of them. At that moment she realised she had left her sandals under the desk.

“At a girl,” the Librarian gathered up Jennifer's discarded clothing, now totally useless to her anyway. “I'll have these donated for you, go do what you need to sweetheart, good luck.” The woman stepped forward, kissing Jennifer softly on the lips. “I bet you'll taste great.” Jennifer felt a hand clasp her round backside before the Librarian turned and let her go.

Jennifer, blushing heavily, took her leave and entered the still crowded hallway outside though nobody looked at her twice. Even among Blue Tags it wasn't uncommon for a woman to forsake clothing. When around 40% of women were processed before they turned thirty, why restrict them to a clothed lifestyle when they would most likely end up a Meat Girl?

While In this day and age a naked woman was common, Jennifer thought that she suddenly noticed it a lot more now that she was naked herself, like when she had first got her glasses she started noticing people wearing them a lot more too.

Jennifer left the campus. Red Tags were afforded a lot of privileges and one of those was free public transport. While waiting, she nervously smiled at a guy as he approached, sitting beside her. “Hey,” he said, looking a little shy himself, “How are you?”

Jennifer couldn't suppress a scoff of amusement. Naked in broad daylight with a red tag that basically gave her two weeks to live and all this guy could say was 'How are you?' He could do all manner of things and all he could say was 'How are you?'

Technically not being human she couldn't be raped. It wasn't uncommon for Meat Girls to be sexually assaulted but because they have no human rights, nobody would care.

Such was the mental divide between Human and Meat Animal.

Jennifer didn't know how to reply to his possibly sincere question. It was like a switch had been triggered in her mind. The years of being prepared for the moment her number came up assured her that she was indeed an animal now and that nobody would accuse an animal of acting on instinct.

As the wind caressed her petite, naked body Jennifer bit her bottom lip and faced the young man. “Horny,” she said in reply to his question. Just then the bus pulled in and the guy shook his head when she asked if he was getting on. She felt somewhat disappointed, he was cute in a nerdy sort of way.

Jennifer simply walked on and stood at the front of the bus. Every eye was on her naked body and it was exciting. More than a couple of men were leering at her and a single elderly woman gave her a knowing smile. Lucky old bag, getting to reach old age.

Jennifer moved to the back of the bus and almost instantly a few of the men who had been eyeing her up moved to join her. They sat at either side of her and Jennifer just knew that they were going to do something to her.

“How long have you been Red?” one asked after a minute of staring in silence and Jennifer thought for a moment.

“Ten, maybe fifteen minutes, since I found out,” she said simply and the guy smiled.

“Fresh Meat then,” he ran a hand along her thigh and Jennifer blushed even harder, she could fight him but nobody would stick up for her now that she was an animal. “I think you need some tenderising, what do you say?” A pointless question, even if they took her here in this bus filled with people it was lawfully the same thing as jerking off in public.

“I'm going home,” she simply said, “I want to see my family before I go.”

The guys took the hint thankfully, well for the most part. Jennifer had never even been touched before today but now in the space of half an hour she had gone from Blue to Red and effectively became an animal. The boys happily roamed over her naked body, touching every exposed part and even going as far as stroking her slightly hairy pussy.

She was brought to orgasm on that bus ride and came into a strangers hand. Jennifer felt giddy with excitement however, embarrassed as she was, Jennifer loved every sordid second of it. They actually moaned when she got up to leave, one reached over to smack her butt one last time before she got off and walked the rest of the way home just as it was starting to get dark.

“Mum,” she called into the hallway, “Come see what happened to me...”