“Hello, Oma! How are you today, you sexy piece of gristle?”, I greeted the old woman running the stall with a cheeky grin.

“Garrett, you handsome rogue! I keep telling you, all I need is some 'tenderizing' from a handsome Man like you, and the market would bid itself silly for me.”, she said with a gap toothed grin. “How can I help you today?”

I laughed at her joke, then said “I need three standard live-cook packs, plus one 'anti-'bort' pill... Hmm. How about a bottle of 'Deezak', and one of 'Reverse Rush', if you have any in stock, too? ( the first was an aphrodisiac) I always like how women taste after they've cummed their brains out.”

Even before I finished my order, the old shop owner was already nodding and filling it out, and only a minute later, it was finished. She put the bottles of powders and pills into a small girl-leather pouch, and handed it to me as I payed he the price she asked. I didn't bother haggling with her any more, seeing as I'd been buying from her since I moved to this city. With a wave and 'thanks', I headed to my next stop, Omar's.

Omar's was your typical meat-girl store that you'd see in any market, a roped off area of the larger market selling a variety of females for consumption. Most of his stock was pre-snuffed, seeing as most of their customers didn't do live cooking, but I knew he always had a nice selection of live girls for those that wanted to talk to their meat.

It was a busy day at the market, so his meat-girl stand was busy. Behind the counter that wrapped around Omar's little corner of the market were pre-spitted women on a rack at one end, while behind where the sales people (Omar and his son) were standing, was a row of (according to the sign) freshly hanged girls. There must have been twenty or thirty fresh female carcasses hanging from simple rope nooses, and I knew that every time one was bought by one of Omar's customers, he or his son would hang a new one that would dance for up to fifteen minutes before she'd grow still.

Today must be a good day for Omar, because there was still a half dozen girls still twitching and dancing on the hanging bar, with another about to go up just as I walked up. She was just what my Abby was craving! A redhead with a swollen belly and heavy, full breasts. I could see her teats leaking milk from twenty feet away, leaving wet tracks through the dust that coated everyone's body in this dusty, hot city.

“Omar! Have your son hold that one! I might want to buy her.” My yell caught Omar's attention, and he turned to get his son to hold off hanging the redhead.

I finished my jog up to Omar's kiosk, and he met me with a big smile as his son already had another girl, a young brunette with enormous breasts, stepping up to the line of hanging meat. She looked about sixteen, or so.

“Garret, my friend! How are you today?”, he greeted me.

“On a mission, Omar. You know I have three that are pregnant, right?”, he nodded. “Well they all have cravings, one being a pregnant redhead.”

“Like the looks of that one, I take it?”, he said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder at where his son was leading the meat-girl from the short platform for hanging girls.

“That's right, Omar. I'm also looking for a pretty Japanese girl, and a quote 'a cute veal', for my three of my lovely, and gravid wives. I think I was lucky finding one at the first stall I tried, and she's the one I thought I'd have the most trouble finding!”

“Well, I can't help you with the veal, and I just snuffed my last Japanese meat, my friend.”, he said the last while pointing out the three dead teenage bodies off to the side of where we talked. “I hear Alif has a new batch from overseas. You might want to check there for your foreign food.”

“Where can I find Alif's stall? I've never bought from him before.”

“He has a stall on the North East corner of the market. He has a bright, red and black striped awning over his stall, and he only has live stock, but he's happy to butcher the girls for a small fee. He might even have some veal in stock. You know most shops have a few, even if I don't have any left today.”

“Thanks, Omar. Even though I've lived here for five years, I'm still am amazed by the size of this market!”, I said with a chuckle. “Now, let me take a look at that meat, Omar. Just because she is prego and has red hair, doesn't mean she'd make for a good meal.”

Nodding, Omar brought the nude girl around the counter, and I began my inspection. As I always started an inspection, I asked something most men didn't bother with asking. “Have you freely chosen to give your life up to become food for your fellow humans?”

Most men nowadays (at least in these lands), didn't bother asking, but I was raised in a country that, when it was founded, had 'freedom of choice' as one of it's main tenants. I made a promise to myself years ago, that I would never eat someone that hadn't freely chosen to become food.

“Yes. I chose to become cattle.”, the self proclaimed meat answered with just a touch of pride.

“How many months along are you?”

“I just started my ninth month. They would have been my fifth time birthing all girls .”, she said sadly.

Ah. That explained why she decided to become meat now. If she hadn't 'volunteered' to be food, her child and she would be 'recycled' into ground meat for the poor. It was the law in this country that after a woman had four girl children, and her next time getting pregnant didn't have any males, that it would be their fate. My wives had been lucky. My seed was able to give one of them a boy, so now they were all exempt from that law, unless I divorced them. I was even encouraged to take as many wives as I wanted by the government!

“I understand.” I said with a comforting look. “Can you please present your filet?”

She gave me a smile, and leaned back against the counter, spread her legs, and then used both hands to spread the lips of her pussy for me.

Once she did that, I reached down and ran my fingers over and between her smooth, hairless labia. Her lips were plump, yet pillowy soft and she had a prominent and large clitoris. I slid one finger inside her and was surprised by how tight she was. She was as tight s a damn virgin, let alone a woman who'd already had three batches of kids!

“You have a wonderful pussy filet. Do you get juicy easily?”

“I'm a squirter!”, she answered with a throaty chuckle that sent a tingle down my back.

I ran my hands over her body and limbs, checking to see how much fat and muscle she had on her. She was well muscled, with a thin layer of fat, preserving her womanly curves. That meant her meat would be lightly marbled, which would help her body taste better, once fully cooked. Her belly was tight as a drum, and her breasts were heavy and swollen with milk, that leaked out of her thick nipples as I checked them for firmness.

I then had her turn around and bend over the counter. I ran my hands down her back, seeing she would produce a good set of ribs and flank steaks. When I got to her shapely ass and wide hips, I couldn't help admiring the view of her rump, before spreading her cheeks to fully reveal her inviting pucker.

She looked over my shoulder and asked shyly “Would you like to take me for a test ride, sire?”