FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY: JENNIFER

Chapter One: Jennifer becomes an Animal

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

She scanned the isles until she came across one labelled 'World History' and then 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 question 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 a naked male and female came into view as Jennifer turned the page. They both had lines drawn on them separating cuts of specific body parts. The models were real however.

Back then eating a Human was considered wrong, even disgusting, 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 which seemed to convince a population sick and tired of meat substitutes that it was okay after all. Prisoners on death row were the first to go 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 seemed worse 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 near 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.

It wasn’t long before 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 over twelve 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 at women only. The term 'Meat Animal' no longer applied due to 99.99% of meat being female now.

A girl was 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 a week 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 a room filled with other naked girls her age while a woman did her tests before finally attaching her tag. They were stripped and bared like this as a way of assuring these impressionable teenagers that female nudity was nothing to be ashamed of and was in fact encouraged.

At school, they heard horror stories of the girls who never came back from their tagging but these were always from another school and thankfully it wasn't true. There was a mandatory grace period of one month before the tag activated so you always left the Processing Centre alive when you were freshly tagged.

Old Prisons were converted into Processing Centres and within days the first of many females arrived. They were instructed to arrive naked, as animals had no need for clothing. Soon they would be slaughtered and shipped out to feed the populace. It is unclear how many women are chosen at random each day as the number has never been consistent but as a woman, to die a Meat Girl is a great honour.

You would die for the good of Humanity.

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

“Jennifer,” 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 pale 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 a free citizen I'm required by law to tell you to strip, animals don't wear clothes.”

Jennifer blushed and held her arms to her small 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 woman's 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, squeezing it, 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. 60% of women were processed before they turned thirty so a lot of women just didn't bother with false modesty when there was a good chance they'd end up Slaughtered.

While In this day and age a naked woman was common Jennifer couldn't help thinking that she was suddenly noticing more naked women now, 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 at the nearby bus stop, she nervously smiled at a guy as he approached, sitting beside her. “Hey,” he said, looking a little shy himself.

Jennifer couldn't suppress a scoff of amusement. Naked in broad daylight with a red tag that basically gave her a week to live and all this guy could say was 'Hey?' He could do all manner of things and yet all he did was say 'Hey?' 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 as far back as nursery assured her that she was indeed an animal now and that nobody would bat an eye when an animal acted on instinct.

At nursery the female teachers were forced to be naked and were also actively encouraged to put the little girls in situations where they would also end up naked. Jennifer remembered asking to go to the toilet only for the female attendant to remove her dress entirely before pulling down her knickers. She never did see those clothes again.

As the wind caressed her petite, naked body Jennifer bit her bottom lip and faced the young man. “Hey,” she finally said back. 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. One little boy had a noticeable tent in his shorts.

Jennifer moved towards the back of the bus but then stopped beside the little boy. His mother wasn't looking at her but her son was and a wicked thought entered her brain. She looked at the floor and spotted a pound coin, a smile crossed her lips then she bent over, her bottom facing the little boy whose cheeks had now gone a deep shade of crimson.

Jennifer stood herself back up and then bent down in front of the child, her smallish breasts hanging just inches from his eyes. “Here,” she and took his soft little hand in hers then placed the coin in it. The boy gulped loudly and a small wet spot had appeared in his shorts. A small chuckle of amusement from the old lady was heard behind Jennifer but nothing more happened.

Jennifer continued towards the back seats, hot with arousal and excitement, 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. “You're pretty sexy for a flat piece of Meat. I think you need some tenderising, what do you say?” Jennifer almost said yes, but she had plans now that she was Red.

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

“Fair enough,” the guy sighed. They took the hint thankfully, well for the most part. Jennifer wasn't a virgin, a girl never kept her virginity for long in this day and age, but letting these boys happily roam over her naked body was new. They were touching every exposed part of her and even going as far as stroking her slightly hairy pussy, it was intoxicating for how debasing it was.

She was brought to orgasm on that bus ride where she came into a strangers hand. Jennifer felt giddy with excitement however. Embarrassed as she was she loved every sordid second of it. They actually moaned when she got up to leave but one of them reached over to smack her butt one last time before she got off. Jennifer waved back at them as the bus drove away then 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...”