Part 1

"Ahhh! Yes, baby! Fuuuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my wife fingered me to my eighth orgasm of the morning.

My gorgeous auburn haired wife grinned and kept her fingers working inside my cunt while I bucked into her slender hand. Once she saw that I had ridden that orgasm as far as it would take me, she offered her wet hand to me to suck clean, then immediately kissed me around her fingers, stealing back some of my love juices. When I playfully tried to push her away, she countered by throwing herself on top of me, pressing the weight of her own naked body against mine.

"God, I love you, Sandy," I murmured.

"I love you too, my sexy, gainful bread-winning wife," she replied. "How are you liking your reward for being promoted to senior saleswoman?"

I kissed her for a long, familiar moment before answering.

"Perfect," I whispered. "But, if you try to 'reward' me any more right now, I think I'll melt into a big puddle of cum."

My twenty-seven year old wife giggled girlishly, then snuggled comfortably into me and just breathed through my tangled brown hair spread across the pillow, tickling my ear with her nose. I looked down at where the swells of our sweaty breasts interlocked and noticed a few smears of milk from my wife's laden teats and smiled. Even though I was the one who had borne our youngest daughter, Sandy had chosen to fully embrace her stay-at-home mom role and breastfed both our girls, leaving me free to pursue my career. A few days ago, my hard work paid off, and I got a promotion I'd been longing for for the last several years.

I exhaled a long, slow contented sigh. "I just thought of something, honey. My life is completely picture perfect. I have my dream job, a lovely suburban house in a good neighborhood and a sleek, reliable car. Not to mention two and a half adorable, healthy kids, if you count Puppy as half. And to top it off, I have the most beautiful wife in the world."

"Most beautiful in the world, huh?" she smirked. "Even with my morning head of hair in knots and my udders leaking milk all over you?"

I turned and kissed her nose. "Especially with your hair messed up and your tits full of motherly nourishment. My beautiful, sexy, perfect milf of a wife, my life has reached the absolute peak of happiness. That's why I think you and I should end it here."

Sandy looked genuinely horrified. "End it? You want a divorce? Cassie, you can't mean that."

"No, no, baby, never," I hastened to clarify. "I wouldn't think of ever leaving you: you and the girls mean everything to me. I'm saying that we should end our lives, not our marriage."

"Oh," said more calmly. She considered that for a moment. "But what about the girls?"

"We'll take them with us," I stated. "We can give them a nice little snuff party, eat them, then snuff ourselves. They're both young enough that it's easy to make them happy, so we can all go out with smiles."

"Hmm, that does sound nice." She thought quietly some more. "You're right, as usual, dear. We should go out on a high point, and this is the best our lives are ever going to get."

My wife and I kissed with a renewed passion, like it was our wedding night all over again, but without her being seven months pregnant. I thought that was leading towards orgasm number nine, or else number five for her, but when the kiss ended, Sandy abruptly got out of bed and headed for our bathroom.

"Come on," she called, "if we are doing this, let's get the girls ready and go out. We're going to need to do some shopping for the party."

I groaned softly. Once Sandy made up her mind on something, she didn't hesitate to act on it. That was how she seduced me and my brother into a threeway back in highschool, and no doubt, it was the reason I wound up marrying the hottest homemaker I know nine years ago. I rolled out of bed and followed her into the shower. I was so "helpful" while washing her that my sexy wife gasped her way to orgasm number five part way through cleaning up, but sadly, I wasn't able to talk her into eating me out under the spray of warm water. However, we did talk through the details of how we would be giving our little family our own happily ever after over the next 36 hours.

After we had dried off, we moved to the walk-in closet and I started digging through my t-shirts to find something comfortable. I noticed Sandy holding her new, unworn evening gown against her body when she glanced at the old girl band shirt in my hand and frowned.

"No, honey," she said. "This is our finest hour, wear something more fitting."

I was confused. "For shopping? You want us to dress up to go to the store?"

"Why not? We should live it up, go all out. Let's do this in style. You know, there aren't any rules except the ones we make up."

Dressing up was always more of Sandy's thing than mine, but she had a point. If we only had a day to live, we shouldn't hold back. I let her pick out one of my sexiest dresses and laciest thongs, then slipped them on. I did love the way the silk fabric hugged my round ass, and the bust was sheer enough to let my nipples show through but also provide enough support to enhance my admittedly average cleavage.

Sandy was sitting at our vanity table meticulously applying some of our best makeup, so I got to work on brushing out my hair. Once I was satisfied, I went to start getting the girls ready. I found nine year old Elora in the living room with our pet girl, Puppy.

When I came into the room, Elora's muffled voice called out, "Mom, help! I can't move and she won't get off."

Our naked seventeen year old pet girl was on top of our oldest daughter, humping her leg and pressing her breasts into the young girl's face, pinning her to the floor. I smiled and grabbed the pet's collar and rolled her over, releasing my daughter. Elora promptly got on top of the horny pet and started fingering her vigorously.

"Thanks, Mom," she said before sucking on a pert breast.

Elora's skirt had been pushed up to around her midriff, and her entire lap was wet with the pet girl's cum. Elora also started grinding her wet young cunt against Puppy's thigh, although not as desperately as the pet had been doing a moment ago. Puppy was probably worked up from listening to Sandy and me loudly fucking all morning, but then again she was constantly aroused these days, so this behaviour was hardly out of the ordinary.

The vet had done a great job on her three years earlier, when the girls' babysitter had volunteered to become our family pet. They had shortened her hind legs, removed her unneeded hands and higher intelligence, but left her playful nature, libido, and passionate love of young girls intact, along with enough memory to still be house broken and understand basic commands. After half a day of pouting that we hadn't gotten her a dog like she'd asked, Elora and her new "Puppy" had been inseparable playmates.

"When she cums again, you need to get ready to leave," I told my daughter. "We're going shopping soon."

Elora grunted something that sounded like an acknowledgement over Puppy's moaning and happy, meaningless babble, so I think she heard me. I had assumed that the teen's chatty nature wouldn't survive after she lost the ability to form actual words, but I suppose that tendency was just too ingrained into her personality.

Naked little Annie was in the girls' room coloring at the squat kid's table. I had to look at the picture for a minute before I could decipher what the blonde six year old was drawing. There were two pink stick figures laying horizontally with a black line connecting them above a ball of orange swirls. The smaller stick figure had yellow hair and the bigger one had round boobs and bright red hair. Annie was drawing something else next to all this, but I couldn't tell what it was yet.

"Oh, what a nice drawing of you and Mommy getting spit roasted together," I praised. "I can tell you are both going to be super yummy."

Annie nodded, but was too focused on drawing to answer me. I headed to the closet and started looking for something for her to wear. As I held up one of her little t-shirts, I looked back at the naked youngster to imagine her wearing it. Annie was at that age where she would happily waltz right out the door stark naked unless you ordered her to put on clothes, which is why she was still as bare as she had been when I’d birthed her, even though it was approaching noon. Sometimes we let her be a little nudist all day, but that tended to slow things down in public whenever someone invariably decided to borrow her as their loli sex toy. Still, imagining her in just the t-shirt gave me a devious idea, so I dug through the box of her old dresses and found the shortest one that I thought she could still squeeze into, then knelt next to her.

"Arms up for a second, sweetie; I need you to get dressed. We're going to go to the store for some cake and ice cream."

Annie looked up at the mention of the sweet food and held up her little fists to go into the dress.

"Ice cream?" she asked. "Can we get chocolate?"

I smiled as I pulled the toddler sized dress over her body. It was tight across her chest, but it was going to go on.

"Yes, we can get whichever flavor you want, just hold still."

Once the garment was fully settled, I had her stand up so I could see how it looked. It was as slutty on her as my baby girl had ever looked. The hem of the skirt only covered her crotch by about a finger's width, so the slightest breeze or movement would expose her bare slit and ass. On a rambunctious girl like Annie, that meant that she would be constantly showing what she had to everyone, often flashing them on purpose. I figured that would let her be slutty enough to turn some heads, but wouldn't have her shoved between the legs of every third person we passed on the street.

"Perfect," I declared and kissed her delicately. "Now, hurry up and finish your drawing and then go potty; we're leaving as soon as you girls are ready."

"Ok, Mom."

With both kids informed of our impending outing, I returned to my room to put on some makeup of my own. Sandy had about finished getting ready and was just putting in some glittering earrings. She was as nicely done up as she was on our anniversary dates at a fancy restaurant.

"Hot damn, babe," I said. "You look good enough to eat raw."

I licked my lips and ran a hand up the side of her leg, lifting the bottom of her dress. She swatted me away with a laugh.

"Cassie! We'll have plenty of time for that later. Hurry up and get ready."

As I took her place at the vanity, I grumbled good naturedly about how unfair it was to be so close to her sexy body and not get to feel her up. It didn't help that I could already see two dark circles forming on her dress where the snug fabric was squeezing milk from her D cup breasts. Sandy hadn't gotten a chance to wear the dress previously, since it didn't have room for nursing pads to catch the inevitable leakage. She'd bought the dress a while ago in anticipation of the day she would wean Annie, but the young girl loved breastfeeding so much that we couldn't bear to deprive her of her mommy's milk.

Sandy smiled at me lovingly in the mirror and then spritzed me with the girl cum scented perfume she bought me last Christmas. I paused to deeply breathe in the little cloud of the sexy aromatics.

"Hey," I smirked, "if I'm going to smell like a lesbian brothel out there, I think you need a little something extra, too."

I quickly dug in our underwear drawer and retrieved a few things. One item was just a g-string thong, but the others were a vibrating egg and the accompanying remote control. When Sandy saw them and the mischievous look on my face, she backed slowly away, warding me off with her hands and forcing out a nervous laugh. Within a couple steps she collided with our bed and fell on her back.

I immediately pounced, dove between her legs and deposited the egg into her cunt. To forestall any more resistance, I mashed the button on the remote to crank it up to the second highest setting. Just as I knew she would, my wife promptly turned into quivering jelly, consumed by the sudden stimulation. After slipping the thong firmly in place to lock in the vibrator, I turned it down to the lowest active setting.

"That was mean," she panted, but she was smiling.

"Fair is fair," I pontificated. "Now we'll both smell like wet pussy while out in public."

Sandy sat up and reached for my hand. "Alright, you win; give me the remote."

I laughed and hopped back to the seat at the vanity. "Nope. I get to secretly play with you all day whenever and wherever I please. I can't wait to see the cashier's face when she says to 'cum again' and you actually do it."

"You wouldn't."

"No rules but the ones we make up," I threw back at her with a wink.

Her face showed that she was worried I might really make her do it, but I could see the flame of lust in her eyes, knowing that she was entirely at my mercy. When she turned and left the room, I briefly pulsed the vib to a higher setting just so I could hear her stumble and moan involuntarily in the hallway.

A minute later I nearly pulled my eyelashes off with the curler when I heard her yell at me, "Cassidy Wilson, what did you dress our daughter in?!"

I smirked, but managed to keep a mostly straight face when I met her at the door to the girls' room. The whole family was in there, apparently hunting for clean, matching socks for them to put on.

"I think she looks lovely in that dress," I crooned with a dollop of innocence.

Sandy raised an eyebrow at me. "Dress? It'sss– haah, fuck."

When she started to speak, I turned up the vibrator a couple notches, throwing off her concentration.

"Yes, exactly," I said, my smirk peaking out. "The dress is hot as fuck."

I turned it back down.

Annie spoke up. "I like it, too, Mommy! Look, I can show my cunny real easy."

The blonde six year old demonstrated her ability to flash her cunt for us. Sandy looked back and forth between us, then couldn't help but smile when Puppy took all this as an invitation and started licking the exposed slit.

Sandy sighed. "Yes, babymeat. You sure can, can't you." She looked at me. "Alright, fine; if it makes her happy, she can wear it."

Elora was wearing a t-shirt which said in cursive glitter script "100% girl" and underneath were dripping blood red letters reading "^ meat". She frowned at her mothers, both of us dressed up for a date and made a mental connection.

"Mommy," she asked Sandy, "are you and Mom actually gonna take us to a meatgirl restaurant and have them cook us?"

"Oh, that's not a bad idea," I said without thinking.

"No," said Sandy, shooting a glare at me. "We are taking you to the store to get all the things for a nice little party for you girls tomorrow. You'll have cake and ice cream and girl meat and lots of fun, dearie."

"And then after your party," I licked my lips, "we'll cook and eat you both right here at home."

Annie looked at me with wide eyes, but Elora was still trying to figure out if I was joking.

"Really?" Elora asked.

"Yes," confirmed Sandy, "really, sweetmeat. You girls are going to be our dinner tomorrow."

"Puppy too?" asked Annie, gripping the head of the pet tonguing her tiny pussy.

I nodded. "Puppy can be the main course for your party. How's that sound?"

Elora was impressed. "Wow. Okay."


When we all piled into my sporty red sedan later, I took the driver's seat with Elora riding shotgun so that Sandy and Annie could use the larger space in the back. Sandy's breasts had gotten uncomfortably full, so she was stretched out with both round tits pulled out of her dress and our younger daughter happily sucking on her teats. I was grateful that we had only had girls, since that meant we didn't have to deal with the hassle of using booster seats, or even to bother with seatbelts. Raising a son has always sounded like a lot of extra work to me, plus young girls just seem to be better at fisting and sucking.

As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, I silently nudged the vibrating egg up to the next higher setting to make sure my wife had a good time on the way to the store.

"Let's see," I considered out loud, "we'll get cake and ice cream for the party tomorrow, but we should also get plenty of everyone's favorite foods for supper tonight. Ellie, what kind of food do you want?"

"Pizza!" she called out. "With jalapenos and girl bacon and lots of cheese!"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I thought you'd say that. We'll order a pizza to be delivered. I think I'd like lasagna with girl meat sausage bits. What about you girls in the back?"

Sandy moaned and said, "Girl sashimi on rice. With plenty of soy sauce."

"Nice," I said. "Annie, what do you want for supper?"

"Mommy's meatgirl helper," she gurgled around a mouthful of nipple.

Sandy often made the cheap boxed hamburger or meatgirl helper with her own breast milk, which was always a big hit with our youngest daughter.

"Ok, we should already have plenty of rice and soy sauce, so we'll need to get cake, ice cream, a frozen lasagna, and some meatgirl helper," I summarized. "Honey, should we pick up some girl meat from the butcher or should we just use some of Puppy?"

"Mmm, sashimi is best if it is as fresh as possible," moaned Sandy. "Let's carve off a leg from our sexy little pet."

I nodded in agreement. "Now, of course, food isn't the only thing we need for the party; we're also getting you girls special presents. Annie, do you know what kind of present you would like?"

"A spit roast barbie!" she shouted.

I could see her sitting up, bouncing excitedly on top of her mommy in the rear view mirror.

"Oof," wheezed Sandy. "Baby, are you sure? We can get you something bigger if you want?"

Annie remained resolute. She had been asking for one of the new doll sets ever since she had seen them on TV, so neither of us mothers were actually surprised at her choice. Mattel had finally acknowledged how many of their dolls had been effectively destroyed by kids forcing various sharp objects through the popular toy, so they had created a version of the ubiquitous dolls with a ready-made spit hole and began selling them with a miniature spit and plastic roasting stand.

"Alright, Annie, we'll swing by the toy store and get you a spit roast barbie," I told her. "So, Elora, if you could have anything at all for a present, what would you choose?"

Elora looked thoughtful, "I won't be alive long enough to really enjoy a toy for long. I think I'd like to do something I can't normally do." After a moment she made a sour face. "If I could do anything, I'd like to see Ms Stevens hauled off to a girl farm. And then never, ever see her stupid face again."

I barked out a laugh. Elora's math teacher was a stuck up woman just out of college and, for some reason, they had never gotten along. Elora hated math and hated her teacher even more. From the few conversations I'd had with the woman at PTA meetings, it seemed that she really wasn't a very good teacher and was far too focused on getting her rivals and least favorite students snuffed over petty differences. I'd spent a number of evenings helping Elora wrap her head around the concept of fractions, just to make sure Ms Stevens would have one less excuse to have her snuffed.

"You can't get that, though, can you?" Elora pouted.

"Well, I don't know," I said. "I think there's a chance it might actually be possible. I can't promise anything, but I'll make a couple phone calls and see if I can make it happen."

We were pulling into the grocery store parking lot by this point, so I reached a hand in my purse and turned up the vibrator to try to push Sandy over the edge while I parked.

"Just in case we can't get your teacher sent to a farm," I said to Elora, "you should think of a backup present."

"Well… can I drive the car?"

I laughed as I spotted a good parking spot. "That is certainly something more within my control."

In the back, Sandy tried to suppress the volume of her moans in the small space, but we could all tell that she was cumming pretty hard by the time I turned off the car.

Elora giggled and turned to watch. "Annie made Mommy cum."

The six year old looked quite proud of herself. I discreetly turned off the vibrator entirely, giving Sandy a chance to calm down. I held up my phone and snapped a picture of my basically topless wife, with our little blonde exhibitionist sitting on top of her with her dress high enough to leave her bottomless.

"Ok, everybody out of the car," I ordered. "I'm going to hang back to use the phone while you all start getting the groceries, then I'll meet you inside."

Sandy groaned, but helped Annie open the door and climb out. After adjusting her dress and giving me a quick kiss, she took the girls' hands and led them inside.

It was conceivable that I could get the principal to recognize what a bad teacher Ms Stevens was, and would have her terminated, but I had a better angle to try first. I dialed one of my coworkers. As luck would have it, Ms Steven's brother worked with me, and since she was still single, he had the authority to order her meatgirl conversion, even against her will. After telling him a few choice stories about what a bitch she was and even offering to cover the handling fee for an unwilling meatgirl conversion, I topped it off with my one-time ace card. Since I was about to vacate a senior position, there would be an opening for him to move up if he could boost his sales numbers. In exchange for giving him access to all my sales contacts and writing a short memo recommending that my clients take him as their new rep, he happily agreed to have her hauled off to a farm immediately.

After I waltzed through the sliding doors to the store, I glanced around, but didn't immediately see my girls. With a grin, I briefly turned on the vibrator to the maximum setting, then dropped it to a low buzz. A loud moan followed by a softer curse came from the direction of the frozens aisles, so I strolled in that direction. When I caught up to them in the ice cream section, Sandy punched my arm. I just smiled innocently and kissed her.

"Look, Mom," said Annie, "I get a whole thingy of chocolate ice cream for myself!"

"Wonderful, sweetmeat," I replied.

"Mom?" said Elora anxiously, obviously curious about the outcome of my phone call.

I hugged her gently. "I've done what I can; now we will just have to wait and see."

Elora hugged me back. Over her shoulder, I winked at Sandy to clue her in.

"Thanks anyway, Mom," Elora said dejectedly.

Looking in the cart, I could see that Sandy had thought things through a bit more than I had. They had gotten the lasagna, girl helper, some stuffing mix, a couple types of soda, and a bottle of wine, along with three cartons of ice cream: chocolate, cookie dough, and french vanilla. I searched around, then grabbed some maple and walnut ice cream for myself.

"Not getting the cum and caramel?" inquired Sandy, who knew that was my favorite.

I shook my head and smiled. "I think we still have some at home. Anyway, they don't stock maple all the time and we haven't had it in a while. Don't worry, sweet-tits, I'll be eating plenty of cum, regardless."

I looked her in the eye and reached into my purse. She squeezed her thighs together in anticipation of an increase in the vibrating stimulation. To tease her and keep her in suspense, I left the remote alone and pulled out some cherry chapstick and slowly applied it to my lips. After dropping it back in my purse, I walked off, swaying my hips.

"Come along girls," I called. "We have cake to pick out."

Elora pushed the cart quickly after me, nearly running me over, with Annie skipping behind her sister, flashing anyone looking in her direction with each step.

At the bakery, I walked directly to the small freezer and read the labels on the items inside until I spotted what I was looking for. With a satisfied grunt, I pulled out a small two layer ice cream cake, with his and hers cum flavored ice cream filling tinted baby blue and pink. When I deposited it in the cart, Sandy laughed.

"I should have known," she grinned. "Let's see. I think I'd like this one."

She scooped up a strawberry shortcake and said, "Ellie, Annie, you should each pick a cake, too."

Elora looked over the display hungrily, but Annie just said, "Chocolate!"

"Chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream?" I observed with a smile. "At least my babymeat knows what she likes."

Elora took a little longer to decide, but eventually settled on a big pink frosted birthday cake. When Sandy was distracted by something Annie was saying, I nudged the vibrator to the next higher setting. On the way to the checkout Sandy was obviously looking a little flushed and was walking slower than the rest of us, wobbling slightly in her high heels.

"Come on, Mommy," called Annie, making me chuckle.

At the checkout counter, I stepped over to grab one of the nearby styrofoam coolers for the frozens, which forced Sandy to the front where she would have to interact with the teenager scanning our items. I took the remote out of my purse and kept it in my hand. Then, each time the cashier spoke, I put the vibrator on a slightly higher setting until she had stopped speaking.

"Hello, did you find everything you were looking for?"

Sandy gritted her teeth and tried to put on a casual smile.

Fearless little Annie spoke up, "Yeah! We got a lot of yummy stuff."

"Yes, you certainly did!" smiled the teen. "You guys must be having quite a party!"

Arriving back with the cooler, I noticed that my wife wasn't the only one leaking milk onto her outfit. The busty teenage cashier, who was dressed only in an apron and a name tag with an attached meat grade and price, had two dark stains on her apron around the little tents made by her nipples.

"Mom and Mommy are snuffing us and getting us presents," informed Annie, running around to the other side of the counter. "I'm getting a spit roast barbie."

"Wow, that's great," chuckled the cashier. "Just don't do what I did when I was little and try to cook your doll for real. It melted all over the inside of the oven and nearly burned down the house."

Annie giggled. "Yeah, I know not to cook my dollys. They wouldn't taste any good, 'cause they aren't made of meat. Wanna see my cunny?"

Annie shamelessly lifted her dress and flashed the amused service worker.

"Oh, how cute! Wanna see mine?" smirked the cashier. "I'm not supposed to stop working to play with cuties like you, but I am reserve girl meat for the butchery, so you're welcome to poke your head between my legs and get a peek or even a lick."

I was having endless fun watching Sandy's face during the conversation. Adding more fuel to the erotisism of what would normally be a mundane checkout conversation, Annie then talked her way into sucking on the teen's boobs while she scanned our items. Once Annie was seated on the counter where she was on eye level with the teen's tits, the cashier returned to scanning our items, reaching around the youngster helping herself to her milk.

When the cashier asked if we had a loyalty card, Sandy's voice had a quiver in it when she said no. I wrapped an arm around my wife and listened attentively while the teen explained the benefits of joining the rewards program.

"Hmm, that does sound nice. Don't you think so, dear?" I asked.

"Darling," Sandy moaned, "we aren't going to be alive long enough to earn any rewards."

"Yes, good point," I nodded, as though I hadn't thought of that.

"Sure, I understand." The cashier looked at Sandy, puzzled. "Are you feeling alright, ma'am?"

Sandy had clearly figured out the pattern to what I was doing and had been watching the cashier closely to see when she was about to speak. She tried to conceal her heavy breathing and put on a relaxed smile, but it was tainted by her arousal. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her hair.

I spoke up. "We're just excited for our snuff party. Also, my wife thinks you're cute. You're just her type and if we didn't already have plans, we'd probably try to seduce you into our oven."

I winked at the blushing teen.

"Thanks," she said, suddenly embarrassed. "It might've worked. You both are kinda hot in those dresses."

The cashier got Annie's attention, saying, "And thank you for helping drink some of my milk, cutie. I've got another hour before I'm allowed to take my next breastfeeding break, so you really did me a big favor."

When we turned to leave and the cashier said, "Bye; enjoy your party," I turned up the vibrator and left it going at that intensity.

The moment we got out the door, Sandy collapsed against me. For a moment I thought she was just looking for support, since she was obviously having trouble walking normally with the egg buzzing in her cunt, but her hand soon slipped into my purse. I grinned at her and held up the remote in my far hand, letting her see me bump it up to the second highest setting, just to be contrary. She groaned and actually did start clinging to my shoulder, putting her other hand on her crotch over her dress. The girls were getting ahead of us, so I turned it back down to the minimum buzz. When we got to the car, I was amused to see that in addition to the dark patches near her breasts, her arousal had also visibly dampened her groin where she had just put her hand. My sexy, immaculately made up wife was devolving into a messy slut right out in public.

Sandy claimed that Annie had only really gotten to suck on one breast on the way here, so after loading the groceries into the trunk, we piled into the car in the same order as before. Once we were all seated, I turned to Elora.

"Come over here and sit on my lap, my honey ham."

Her face lit up. She scrambled over the center console and on top of me, gripping the steering wheel.

"Ok," I instructed, "I'm going to let you work the steering wheel, but leave the pedals to me."

She nodded. I made sure Sandy's vibrator was going at a reasonable pace, then guided Elora out of the parking lot and down the road towards the nearest toy store. It wasn't far, and there wasn't much traffic, so I wasn't too worried that she would get into any trouble, especially since I kept us well below the speed limit. I probably should have watched closely the whole way, but I got a little distracted by a text message at one point. She ended up parked quite crooked, but otherwise did fine.

The toy store had several spit roast doll sets, and after looking them over, we got the biggest one. It had a Barbie and a Malibu, both with spit holes, and a full set of miniature accessories, like a roasting pit, pink picnic table, side dishes, and a chef's outfit. The two spits included were basically just dull metal skewers with a plastic crank handle at one end so you could manually turn the roast over the plastic flames.

After the toy store, I took us out onto the highway before getting off a couple exits away. When I pulled into the parking lot of a creamery, the girls, both of whom were in the back this time, asked what we were doing.

"Well," I said, "it's lunchtime. We're having a big supper, so I thought we would just get some milkshakes and fries. That ought to tide us over until the evening smorgasbord."

The creamery, which featured a twelve foot tall statue of a busty naked woman with fake cow horns, was quite popular. They specialized in food made with human milk, collected directly from the attached hucow dairy farm.

We ordered our shakes and a family size basket of fries to share, then found a table. While I was munching on fries dipped in my peanut butter shake, I took out my phone and wrote out a quick message telling all my clients that I was being snuffed and that they should take their business to the very trustworthy Mr Stevens. I also sent another message, which soon got a reply.

"Mom," groaned Elora, "do you really need to do work stuff right now?"

I put away my phone. "Sorry, that was something that couldn't really wait. Now, let's hurry up and finish eating. I'd like to take a tour of the dairy farm before we leave."

The girls were sceptical, but after a subtle signal to Sandy, she also told them that it would be fun. When we had finished off the fries, I had the girls pick up their milkshakes and start walking toward the door labeled 'farm tours'.

The hucow farm was set up so that several of the operational areas could be viewed through a glass wall, much like an aquarium. One of the first rooms on the self guided tour was the processing room for newly arrived cows. The tourist path actually had a staff woman posted there, inviting the passing women to volunteer to become cows. Once we reached this first window, I kept the girls from moving on, even though there wasn't any activity in the room at the moment.

After a couple minutes of stalling, the door marked "incoming cows" opened and two men pushed an angry woman into the room. When Elora saw the woman, she gasped, then cheered.

"Ms Stevens! You got her! Ms Stevens is going to become a cow!"

I explained. "The messages I got earlier were about when and where to expect her to arrive in the processing room. I'm glad we made it here in time to see her get converted."

Elora hugged me as tight as she could. "Thank you, Mom! This is the best present ever."

The woman inside had noticed us and glared daggers in our direction, but her anger only seemed to make Elora happier. The men tore off her clothes and strapped the indignant cow into a harness on a large metal frame, which restrained her arms and legs in an elevated kneeling position, but left easy access to her naked breasts and ass. A female technician came in and took the cow's measurements, then clipped a large plastic tag through the cow's ear, marking her with her identifying number. After injecting each breast with the contents of a syringe, the technician had the men wheel the restraint frame through the door to the next area.

The tour didn't include that room, but a sign indicated that it was just a holding area for new cows who weren't lactating yet. We continued along the tour path to see one of the main halls of cows being milked. All the cows were in the same kind of frame as we had seen the former math teacher get put in, although these all also had various tubes hooked to their bodies. There was a feeding tube, a waste tube, and naturally two suction cups on their breasts, plus one more tube I hadn't expected. The sign explained what all the tubes were, and it seems that they had a vibrating tube dedicated to collecting girl cum from the cows, in addition to all the others for their more essential needs.

"So that's where they get all the girl cum for flavoring food," I said. "It seems obvious now, but I had never known that this was where that came from."

Elora seemed quite happy to see all the completely helpless cows lined up, unable to move or even speak: forced to produce milk and cum for the rest of their lives. Their condition reminded me of my lactating, sexually submissive wife, so I took the remote out and drove Sandy to have another orgasm in full view of the cows and the few other passing tourists. Elora and Annie finally figured out that I had a remote control which could somehow make their mommy cum, which they found almost as fascinating as the line of naked hucows.

The tour continued, showing how the milk was turned into various foods, like butter or cheese, but we were less interested in that, so we didn't linger in those areas.

Back outside, Elora hugged me and Sandy and thanked us for the special treat again before we got in the car. The whole way home, Annie and Elora talked non-stop about their presents.