"diana the meat cow" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/sdRrAjB8 Created on: Tuesday 24th of December 2019 11:02:10 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:04:32 AM UTC Diana’s face was red, and her pulse was pounding. She could feel an intense warmth flowering in her belly, and she was aware of a tingling between her legs. Fit to cut glass, her nipples were stiff and prickling, and she fidgeted and twiddled her fingers as a nervous energy gripped her body. She was keenly aware of Sucy’s eyes, and she did not miss the way the very slightly evil young witch was smirking. They were in an empty classroom, and Diana was seated before a desk with a plate of magical mushrooms sitting before her. Sucy was standing in front of her, heavy-lidded eyes shining with a sly intent and a tilting mouth showing her amusement at the flustered state of the popular Cavendish prodigy. Diana could smell the mushrooms, which were a variety of very bright and glaring colors, some striped and some polka dotted, and which exuded a potpourri of fragrances, some sweet, some minty, none of them normal and earthy. Diana looked from the mushrooms to Sucy, and from Sucy to the mushrooms, and she wondered why she had agreed to this. …well, she already knew why, of course. She was just a tad embarrassed to admit it. But that embarrassment was part of the thrill, part of the appeal. If she truly hated the embarrassment, she wouldn’t have agreed to do this. If she wasn’t really into it, somewhere deep down, she could have easily said no—and she still could say no if she decided she didn’t want it. They hadn’t gone so far yet that there was no turning back. But they were close and getting closer with every step. Once she took the first bite, she probably wouldn’t have the chance to change her mind. It would not even enter the realm of possibility that she might be ABLE to change her mind. There would be little enough left of that once she was finished with this. So, of course, she hesitated, and she was nervous, even if she was also aroused. Sucy was smirking at her, though, and Diana knew that the girl was certain already of the choice she would make. She had already committed to the idea, after all. She was just getting a small fit of cold feet here on the brink of the point of no return. After a moment, the nerves would pass and she would chow down. This was Sucy’s conviction, and Diana recognized it to be well-founded. The anxiety was already diminishing, and all it left behind was the giddy kind of nervousness, an excessive energy born of eager hope. It was a morbid hope, perhaps, a macabre and unhealthy desire born from some deep-seated and profoundly twisted masochism that brooded behind the façade of a cool, proper, intelligent young lady. Yes, Diana was a masochist, wasn’t she? She hadn’t thought of it in those terms before, but it was probably the best word to sum up her bizarre and unnatural fetishes. She was a masochist. She wanted to be degraded, to be objectified, to be humiliated, hurt, used, abused, and—and snuffed, oh God, yes. She wanted to be snuffed so badly that just thinking it gave her a rush and dampened her loins, and her eyes flitted up to Sucy’s face with a glimmer of incipient hedonism. She shivered and cupped a hand over her chest, clasping at one of the modest, tastefully proportioned mounds behind her blouse. She squeezed, feeling herself grow infinitesimally hotter and wetter. Yes, she wanted this. She had agreed to it. She wouldn’t back out of it. Diana picked up the topmost mushroom on the heap and thrust its cap into her mouth. She bit down and ripped it off, chewing and swallowing quickly, greedily, eating it like a woman half-starved. The taste was hard to place, unpleasant yet addictive, and before she knew it she had gulped the whole thing down. She picked up the next mushroom, and the one after that, and she ate them all in turn. Each mushroom was magical. Each one had an arcane effect that went to work at once on her mind or her body. She felt her magic grow muffled, her mind go a mix of crystal clear and confused, her body grow warm and hyper-sensitive. And she was aware of her blazer feeling uncomfortably tight by the end of this meal, of her chest feeling painfully constricted within confines it had seemingly outgrown. She was dizzy, delirious, delightfully drunk, and she slumped dazed and drooling over the top of the desk after Sucy took away the empty plate, smiling in satisfaction. “That’s a good cow,” she told Diana. “You know what’s good for you.” Diana mewled and wiggled her hips, still high off the effects of the various mushrooms, many of which interacted excitingly inside her belly. She was red-faced and trembling, her heart faint and fluttery, and feebly she pawed at her blazer and her skirt, not knowing whether she was trying to straighten them out or pull them off. “I am…” the verdette breathed, thrilling at the thought. “I’m a cow. A good, yummy meat cow…” She felt hot. So hot that she was almost wondering why she didn’t burst into flame, so hot that it felt like she was dying from a fever. Only it was a pleasurable heat, and she enjoyed even the agonizing and uncomfortable aspects of this state. She met Sucy’s eyes, thinking of what would come next. She wondered what else Sucy was going to do with her. But she wondered about it only as a peasant might wonder about their lord’s designs, having no right nor power to influence the course of future events. She had abdicated her position as the master of her own fate, and she had surrendered all her powers of self-determination. Willingly, perhaps foolishly, she had given this all to Sucy—to anyone who might find it amusing to join in on playing with her. She was a cow, a walking piece of meat. There was nothing that could be done to her that she would not welcome and deserve. Even to be cooked and eaten… Yes, especially to be cooked and eaten…? Diana smiled a touch crazily, a touch vapidly, looking up at Sucy. She was breathing hotly, laboriously, and she felt profoundly weak. She did not even dream of protesting as Sucy picked her up and carried her away. … … … … … Diana was naked, and the sun was warm upon her back as she leaned against a fence post, drowsily rubbing her side against the rough wood to scratch an itch. She made a sigh of satisfaction, feeling acutely aware of the blades of grass between her toes, and of the dirt yielding infinitesimally to her tread beneath the verdant carpet. Her chest heaved with a slow, deep breathing, and absentmindedly Diana brushed her hands over the mounds of her bosom. Dimly, through a pleasant muddling of her wits, the girl was cognizant of an increased mass and plumpness. It was subtle, but her breasts had grown in the hours since she ate the first batch of mixed magical mushrooms, the first dose in a dietary regimen that would eventually satisfy her most depraved desires and fulfill Sucy’s own dark experimentation. Her breasts had grown, maybe half of a cup-size bigger. It was not an extreme growth, and it might not be noticed at first glance, but Diana was familiar with her body, and she could feel how her breasts weighed more heavily in her grasp and squished around with more of a pillowy, yielding substance to them as she worked and groped the cushy globes. Diana leaned forward, stepping a little clumsily away from the fence. She swayed on her feet, her balance different from what she was used to. Her hips were maybe half an inch wider, and her butt was noticeably also a little plumper and fuller. Of course, it didn’t help the verdette with maintaining her balance any that she was fondling herself as she walked across the grass, groping her breasts experimentally, fascinatedly, working the mounds and tenderly testing the nipples. Nor did it help that she was swinging her hips so exaggeratedly, indulging herself in a clumsy emulation of what she believed to be mature sensuality like a child who caked on comical amounts of make-up in an inept imitation of her mother. Soon enough, Diana stumbled and dropped to her knees. This did not seem to bother her though, and she let out only a small, cute “Oof,” sounding less pained than surprised—and only very mildly surprised, at that. Her expression remained dreamy and pleasant; Ms. Cavendish was naively rapturous as she tested her subtly enlarged chest, and she looked partly contented and partly hopeful, thinking both of how far she had come in the indulgence of her warped and unnatural fantasies, and of how much farther she still had to go before she would reach the ultimate point. A dizzy smile curved her lips, and eyes glassy with the signs of a mild intoxication rolled ponderously in Diana’s pretty little head, lazily looking from this way to that. Sucy was smirking in satisfaction, looking at what had become of Diana so far. They were in a disused corner of the grounds at Luna Nova, and the ashen-faced, pink-haired witch had swapped her conical witch’s hat for a farmer’s straw hat, and she wore oversized denim suspenders with straps passing up over her chest as the only thing to support them. The waistline of the pants flapped capaciously around Sucy’s slender hips, and if she leaned this way, one could glimpse down their front to see a smooth, nubile pussy. If she leaned another way, one could see a small, pale peach of a bottom. Her chest, nearly flat, was made decent only by the straps of the suspenders, which covered her nipples. But if they slipped but a little way to either side, she would be flashing anyone who happened to walk by with an eyeful of her barely blossomed tits. But they were in a disused corner of the grounds at Luna Nova, out of the way and untended. Sucy had set up this pen out here precisely because nobody else came around this part of the grounds, and the tent she had pitched to serve in place of a barn would be the only shelter Diana got or needed. It was an enchanted tent, of course, and they were still in range of the Sorcerer’s Stone; even if there was a storm or a blizzard, Diana would be safe and comfy inside the tent. While this was ultimately going to end in snuff, Sucy wasn’t going to be carelessly sadistic and leave the cow out to die of exposure. No, she was going to take good care of Diana—very good care—and groom her into a good, plump, tasty meat cow. Of course, she may have had some ulterior motives as well. “Looks like the growth from the mamma-shrooms has stopped,” Sucy muttered to herself, taking notes. “So that dose will do that much on a girl of Diana’s age and bodyweight… But was there any interference from the cow agaric? The nymph clover might have contributed too… Hmm. How to isolate the effects?” Sucy leaned over the fence, facing Diana but looking down at her notes. The straps of Sucy’s suspenders hung down, as did the front of it, and if Diana had not been so blissfully self-absorbed at present, she might have looked thither to appreciate the view of Sucy’s pussy and the peek at her nipples. But Diana was preoccupied with ambulating toward her trough, feeling thirsty. She had abandoned trying to walk on two legs, and she crawled now on her hands and knees, wagging her perky posterior and letting her breasts dangle. Her pussy was exposed, and she was aware of her presentation, and she was warm with the hope that Sucy was looking and appreciating the view. Diana bowed her head and began to awkwardly drink from the trough, trying to lap up the water with her tongue. It was cool and clear, and it tasted sublimely refreshing. The mushrooms had filled her belly nicely, but they had left her quite thirsty, and she did her best to slake that thirst with just her tongue, scooping up the water and lifting it into her waiting mouth. Her hands gripped the sides of the trough, and her hindquarters bobbed absentmindedly up and down, rocking happily as she drank. Sucy looked up from her notes to watch this, and she momentarily forgot what she was thinking about. It was a very nice view, she had to admit. Maybe Akko would like to see it? Heh… Well, first, there was one more thing Sucy wanted to test. She took a mushroom out from a pocket on her suspenders. It had a long stalk a narrow, bulbous cap. It looked like nothing so much as a penis. Sucy opened her mouth wide and licked the tip of the mushroom. Her pupils momentarily dilated. She opened wider and stuck half of the mushroom into her mouth. It stiffened as she licked it, and it thickened as she sucked on it, the undeniably phallic fungus gaining an even more explicit resemblance to male sex as Sucy licked and slurped and smacked her lips like she was enjoying a delicious lollipop. But after several seconds, she finally stopped, and she pulled the now hard, engorged, glistening mushroom out of her mouth. It was a foot and a half long and an inch and a half thick, with plenty of room to grip it. Silently, not announcing her approach as Diana drank, Sucy slung herself over the fence and strolled on up. She wore a small, slightly mischievous smile as she appraised Diana’s bobbing hindquarters, glancing from a slightly swollen ass to a snug and virginal pussy. Sucy gave the tip of the mushroom one last lick, causing its cap to secrete something viscous, before kneeling down behind Diana, leveling the mushroom, and jabbing it forward between the girl’s legs with one, firm thrust. Diana’s head snapped up, and she let out a long, low sound, mooing in an unmistakably bovine fashion as Sucy plumbed a formerly virgin sex with the stiff, phallic mushroom. Blood seeped out from the dazed witch’s broken hymen, and her breasts swayed as her body lurched, rocking back and forth instinctively as the mushroom was pumped in and out of her. Her teeth clenched, a delicate chin glistening with rivulets of water from her recent drink, and fair cheeks reddened heartily to match the salacious flame of her sopping, slatternly loins. Sucy hummed, watching how Diana instinctively moved her hips on the mushroom. The girl moved her hips like she was in heat, panting and enthusiastically moaning as she rode the rigid rod. Sucy’s arm ached a little, jarred by the force of Diana’s backwards thrusts, but she persevered and continued stirring and testing Diana’s wet, juicy cunt, rubbing the secretions of the phallic fungus deep into the cowgirl’s pussy. Diana’s buttocks jounced and jiggled, and her breasts swung and swayed. Peering around the girl’s side, Sucy spied Diana’s recently enhanced breasts, watching them with a clinical interest. She noted beads of white, the pearls of a recognizable milky moisture welling up from the verdette’s stiffening nipples. She jerked and scooped the mushroom more slowly but also more thoroughly inside Diana’s sex, massaging and tenderizing the girl’s mindlessly horny cunt, and while she did this, she reached up to one of Diana’s breasts and gave it an experimental squeeze. Diana came explosively, letting out an orgasmic cry. Milk spurted out in a surprisingly generous quantity at the same instant, warm and frothy. Diana caught some of it in her palm, then brought this to her mouth and tested the taste, still working the mushroom in and out of Diana’s slot. The milk was faintly sweet, with a rich savor, and she felt her tongue tingle pleasantly at the taste of it. She smiled to herself. Yes, the Hera’s teat had done its job, and neither the cow agaric or the mamma-shrooms had complicated the effects—if anything, they augmented the results. And of course, the nymph clover worked exactly as expected. With a smile, Sucy pulled the mushroom out of Diana’s dumbly twitching pussy, letting the sweaty, red-faced cowgirl slump down in a dazed euphoria beside the trough. She knelt down in front of Diana and offered her the mushroom, still smelling of the girl’s formerly virgin pussy and still glistening with her generous arousal. Sucy looked extremely indecent in this position, holding the mushroom in such a way that from the wrong (or right) angle, it looked like it was protruding directly from her privates. But Diana, oblivious to everything but pleasure, temporarily stunned out of her last presumptuous vestiges of intelligence by that mind-blowing session of manual fucking, dumbly and almost innocently slipped her lips over the mushroom and started to chew, dutifully eating what her rancher fed her. Oh, yes. Diana was going to be a very good cow indeed. … … … … … Akko looked at Diana in imbecilic disbelief, gawking and gaping and numbly gesticulating. Her eyes were fixed to the naked verdette, who was kneeling happily at Akko’s feet and affectionately nuzzling the dumbstruck witch’s thigh. Akko’s skirt rode up as Diana rubbed her head against it, the girl brushing against Akko and softly butting her legs in a mix between the behavior of a cat and a kid, but the brunette was occupied more with the appearance of Diana’s body than with her behavior at the moment. “…Why is she naked?” Sucy, who had changed in nearly the blink of an eye from her school uniform to the straw hat and naked suspenders she preferred to don while tending to her cowgirl, afforded a smirk for her dormmates. Akko was inside the pen, staring down at the bewilderingly affectionate and unexpectedly buxom Diana. Lotte was outside the pen, and she stared at Sucy from the corner of her eye, blushing softly as she drank in their friend’s suggestive, indecent appearance. “Because cows don’t need clothes.” “Oh,” Akko said lamely. “I guess that makes sense.” A beat. “Wait, no it doesn’t! Since when is Diana a cow?!” “Since she decided she wanted to be one,” Sucy replied in an insincerely longsuffering tone. “Do try to keep up.” “She… consented to it?” said Lotte suspiciously. “You didn’t coerce her?” “Heaven forbid,” said Sucy flatly. “Do you really think I’m the kind of girl who would do that?” Akko and Lotte exchanged a look. “We’re friends, but… yeah.” “Uh-huh. Pretty much.” Sucy smirked. “True. But not in this case! Diana’s just a pervert.” As if to affirm Sucy’s words, Diana mooed and sneaked her head up under Akko’s skirt. The brunette yelped, then blushed, then shivered and dumbly pressed her hands to the back of Diana’s head while her hips began to jerk in response to some very suggestive licking noises. Lotte squinted through her glasses. Her cheeks were pink, and she clasped a hand anxiously over her chest, but she looked shrewd enough as she considered the groaning, slurping, wriggling Diana. Her flush deepened as she stared at the girl’s naked body. She took in hips that looked a couple inches wider than could have fit in Diana’s old uniform, and she saw breasts dangling from that torso that were half again too plump and sumptuous to have belonged on that formerly slender and youthful figure. And she considered the girth of Diana’s thighs, too, which had swelled to a point that would have split her old stockings at the seams. Even Diana’s waist was wider, although its increase could not nearly compare to that of her bust and her hips. The blonde gave Sucy another questioning look, less suspicious but also more flustered than ever. “Is this permanent?” Sucy saw the real question that lurked behind the one spoken. She chuckled wickedly and took out her notes, flipping through them for show. “Are you interested?” “W-Well, I don’t know how far you’re going with this,” Lotte said, ineptly avoiding the question. “Is it just for roleplay, or…” “She won’t be going back to class. Right, Diana?” Sucy raised her voice, addressing the cow. “Do you have the brains left for an education?” Diana didn’t appear to react to the question. Whether this was because she no longer understood human speech or because she was simply too absorbed in Akko’s pussy, Lotte couldn’t tell. Personally, she suspected the latter, guessing that Sucy was exaggerating Diana’s condition to psyche her out or turn her on, but she had no concrete proof that this was the case. “…How far are you going to take it?” Lotte repeated after a moment of redly gawking at Diana’s plump posterior, turning back to Sucy with a penetrating look. “You aren’t going to…?” “She is a cow,” Sucy replied blithely. “Is there anything it would be wrong for me to do to her?” Lotte processed this for a few seconds. She read something of the subtler meanings of Sucy’s remark in the girl’s twinkling eye and the tilt of her mouth. “Maybe not,” she quietly conceded. “Not if she’s consented to it.” “She has,” Sucy assured her. She grinned, snaking an arm around Lotte. “But… are you interested in joining her?” “No!” Lotte squeaked, her face vibrantly scarlet. “I’m not.” Sucy shrugged. “Well, that’s your loss. But you can still get something out of it…” The mushroom maniac smirked. “I’ve tested her milk. The regimen is working perfectly.” “Her… milk?” Akko said this, panting and staggering back from Diana. The cowgirl was contentedly licking suspiciously damp lips, and Akko looked weak in the knees. “She’s…” “Lactating, yes. I told you she was a cow.” Sucy’s eyes gleamed. “But are you two interested in getting sexier bodies?” “Not if it means becoming cows,” Lotte replied. “Uh… yeah,” said Akko. “I mean, you know… what Lotte said.” “I don’t mean turning you into cows. I did this to Diana so we wouldn’t have to be cows,” said Sucy. “If we drink her milk, we can grow bigger. Especially…” Sucy glanced significantly to her, Lotte, and Akko’s chests. Lotte squirmed and Akko fidgeted. “Oh… Well, that’s different…” said Lotte meekly. “If there aren’t any side-effects, I mean…” “There aren’t any, right?” Akko inquired suspiciously. “It won’t make us dumb?” “I don’t see why you should need to worry about that,” Sucy told her friend. Akko relaxed, not recognizing the jibe. But Lotte frowned. “It won’t, will it?” “Maybe a little,” Sucy said quietly. “But her meat will counteract that.” Lotte gulped at this more-or-less explicit confirmation of what she had suspected. “And she’s okay with that,” the blonde murmured. “…Really?” “It turns her on,” was Sucy’s reply. “Heck, that’s the main reason she asked me to do this to her. Being humiliated and turned into a human cow is just half of the fun for her.” Lotte shivered, wondering why she felt so warm and tingly. “Well… if it was her idea, I guess it’s okay…” Sucy grinned. … … … … … Diana mooed blissfully, feeling the hands that grasped and fondled her breasts. They were kneading the mounds, working them up and down in repetitive motions, stimulating her bosom with diligence and skill. Fingers stroked her skin, running this way and that over the globes of her tits, which had grown further still over the last week. Diana’s melons dangled lewdly, ponderous and impressive in mass, each one excelling her head in circumference by at least two times over. The foamy white contents of the bucket below had risen nearly to its rim, and Diana’s nipples felt like they were on fire. Her hips bucked, wide and womanly hips that looked indescribably lewd on her adolescent stature, a once slim and youthful body now inflated to a thickness that might be seen on the most motherly and voluptuous of women. But Diana had not aged any more than Sucy and the other girls—her development was entirely artificial, a mammary and posterior inflation fed by her very specific diet. Milk dripped freely and almost continuously from her nipples, her glands immeasurably productive thanks to the effects of the various magic mushrooms she had been feeding on, and Sucy hummed and nodded approvingly as she watched Akko milk the verdette. Akko looked fascinated despite herself. She couldn’t deny being intrigued by the idea of this kind of breast inflation. Maybe she wasn’t interested in having it to nearly the same extent as Diana, and maybe she wasn’t interested in the kinkier components of this process. She didn’t want to be a cow, and she certainly didn’t want to become meat like Diana was going to, but she would hardly be averse to getting a little more stacked. Her idol had been a respectably endowed woman, and Akko hoped to have a figure like that someday herself—and she wasn’t against getting a little outside help to boost her toward that goal, either. But whatever the case, Akko kneaded Diana’s breasts deeply. She tried to be gentle, although perhaps she groped them just a tad bit roughly in her faint giddiness, and maybe she was being a little too forceful as she pulled on Diana’s nipples. She couldn’t help herself, though. Not when the girl was encouraging her so much for her part, moaning so enthusiastically and pressing herself eagerly into her molester’s grasp. Akko couldn’t keep herself from groping Diana a little savagely, not when the girl was so shamelessly begging for it. Diana’s eyes were dreamy, euphoric, and she thrilled as Akko’s fingers pressed into her chest, the brunette deeply massaging Ms. Cavendish’s corpulent breasts, rolling the pillowy flesh up and down and squishing it so that her digits nearly vanished into the depths of Diana’s dangling tits. Sultry, salacious sighs eked their way out of Diana’s gaping mouth, a steamy and sensuous breath misting the air about her kissable lips. A rosy, violent flush was blossoming in Diana’s cheeks, and her body was jerking and quivering in spasms of bliss as she leaned into Akko’s awkward but enthusiastic fondling. Akko was naked. She didn’t know if she really had to be naked for this, and she dimly suspected that Sucy had made that rule up for her own amusement, but she had still stripped down per the pinkette’s instructions, peeling off her clothes until she was bare-assed and then kneeling beside Diana before taking her rival’s rack in hand and going to work on it. And truth be told, Akko didn’t mind the nudity by this point. It even felt a little nice to have the air passing unrestricted over her body, and now that she was (mostly) over the embarrassment of the position, she could indulge herself in a small pleasure at the awareness of Lotte’s rapt stare. The blonde was blushing deeply, still fully dressed but fidgeting, and beside her was Sucy in her lewd farmhand cosplay of straw hat, suspenders, and nothing else. The proprietor of this one-cow dairy farm smirked at her dormmate, seeing the hint of a fascination in the blonde’s eyes that was more akin to Diana’s than to Akko’s. Lotte was more submissive in disposition, more passive and agreeable, and maybe she identified more with Diana in this situation than with her friend. At any rate, Lotte was watching Akko milk Diana with interest, if also abashedly, and the way she shifted on her feet and nervously wiggled her hips seemed to suggest that what she was interested in was not in the chance to do what Akko was doing, but in a furtive fantasy of having the things that were being done to Diana done to her as well. At least, this was how Sucy chose to interpret the look on Lotte’s face—in fairness, she was being very self-indulgent in this reading of the situation, and probably it was something a little more mundane. At least, Lotte’s thoughts and feelings were probably more moderate than what Sucy fancied them to be… though maybe they weren’t all too far from what Sucy chose to imagine, either. At any rate, Diana was loving it as they milked her. After a couple weeks of Sucy’s mushroom regimen, she was a perfectly lewd human cow, curvier than most adult women and totally nymphomaniacal. She acted like a complete imbecile, too, taking pleasure in her degraded and dehumanized state, reveling in her helplessness and her objectification. But she hadn’t lost all her intelligence. She was certainly a fair bit dumber than she had been at the start, maybe two or three full standard deviations down from where she had been. But she hadn’t been reduced to the level of an animal; she was still self-aware, and she could understand what was happening to her—she was aware of her dulled wits, and she was aware of what was awaiting her at the end of this, and this awareness birthed an exquisite anticipation. She was going to be meat, and it wouldn’t be much longer before the girls were done with her as a cow. They had fattened up her ass and tits, and they had milked her and tested on her and enjoyed more than their share of fun with her lewd, curvy body. But they had enough of her milk for their purposes, and now they were only extracting dairy for use in cooking and eating her. They were milking her just for their beverages, and for butter and cream. She knew Sucy had talked about making some cheese, too. Diana was hot at the thought, and she moaned blissfully as Akko pinched and tweaked her nipples, coaxing out a few more squirts of milk as the bucket was filled to its brim. The verdette was aware of how much of a cow she was, both in terms of her endowments and her impending fate, and she knew it was only a matter of time. Or, no, not even a matter of time—it was coming soon, and she knew it. Maybe they would even start the process today. Maybe they would begin cooking her the moment Akko was finished milking her. Intently, anxiously, eagerly Diana gazed down into the bucket. She could see the froth of her milk, and she could see how fresh it was. The bucket was almost completely full, and Akko was not taking her time in wrapping it up. The brunette milked Diana firmly, and she kept tugging the teats and causing Diana’s milk to spurt out, sending jolts of bliss through the degraded girl’s body with every stimulation of her nipples. Diana’s heart raced. More, more, more, the bucket filled up. It was starting to overflow, and a white rivulet trickled down the bucket’s side. She thrilled, seeing this, and she felt Akko work her tits even harder. She bucked her hips, pussy contracting in a wave of ecstasy, Diana thinking gleefully of her fate. She gnashed her teeth and came, even as Akko continued to milk her, seemingly heedless that the bucket had been filled and was overflowing. Akko’s naked form pressed close to Diana’s, the girl squeezing herself flush against the human cow, breathing warmly against Diana’s cheek and ear and nape as she shifted and turned her head, breathing in the smell of the girl’s hair and catching a whiff of her rival’s arousal. Diana could feel Akko’s nipples digging into her skin, the prick of the nubs suggesting an arousal on her part as well, and she was vaguely aware of Akko purring or muttering something. Suddenly, Diana was on her back, and Akko was straddling her. The flush and sweaty verdette stared dazedly up at the other girl, who had an unreadable look in her eye as she dove to seal her mouth over one of Diana’s nipples. Akko grabbed the cowgirl’s tits and started sucking, drinking straight from the tap—she groaned into Diana’s teat, and she shivered and rubbed her body against Diana’s, spooning the girl while she nursed at her breast. Milk dribbled down Akko’s chin, and her bare bum wagged in the air. She was guzzling Diana’s milk, gnawing the hypersensitive nipples with a rodent relentlessness, feeling like she would chew them clean off if she didn’t stop. Diana was ablaze beneath the girl, and she moaned under this onslaught, her head lolling drunkenly and her bosom heaving lewdly. Her hips bucked, and her pussy gushed, Diana coming yet again as Akko groped and sucked on her breasts, rapaciously assaulting the verdette. Sucy chuckled smugly, and she swaggered over to snatch up the bucket before Akko or Diana’s ecstatic, orgasmic thrashing could knock it over. Her eyes were on Akko and Diana’s naked forms, looking from the absurdly curvaceous Cavendish to the normally proportioned Kagari. But she could tell that Akko’s chest had grown a little, and she thought she could see the slightest hint of a present swelling as Akko slurped and suckled and gulped down Diana’s warm, fresh milk, not caring if there were side effects, not caring or not realizing how erotic this looked. Lotte watched fascinatedly and a tad enviously, seeing the slow, slight blooming of a nubile bust on Akko’s frame. It was a very minor development, the effects of the mushrooms diluted through Diana’s body, but it was visible and unmistakable, and Lotte shyly cupped a hand over her own chest, seeing both Akko’s bust and Akko’s hips very slightly, slowly swell and flare as she nursed herself on Diana’s rich, nutritious, addictive milk. Diana was aware of it too, and she felt unimaginably hot and horny from the thought that the girls were using her this way. There was something deliciously humiliating about the thought that they were drinking her milk and planning to eat her flesh purely so they could get bigger breasts for themselves without the less desirable side-effects from the mushrooms. Like they wouldn’t have even deigned to condescend to sampling her milk or her flesh but for that benefit—she was not desirable as either a dairy cow or a meat cow for her own sake, and not even her taste was enough to make them want it. She had no value except that of an object. If she could not serve some purpose for them, she would have been completely disregarded. And if she had to serve such a significant purpose before they would even consider giving her what she wanted… didn’t that say something about how lowly she was? She was something lesser than the meat they had on their plates every day. She was the lowest and the most pathetic of things. She was the most worthless and contemptible object in all Creation. She was garbage, lower than meat, lower than a dumb beast. Her value was nil, her human worth so far into the negative that it wrapped back around to make her useful and desirable again, if only just for this one single most cynical and degrading use. They didn’t even want her for her own sake. She was just a means to an end, and when she was done and gone, they would probably never think about her again. She was nothing, an utter non-entity, and she ought to be grateful that they were using her for even this little. And Diana was grateful. She was indescribably, unimaginably, jubilantly and ecstatically grateful to them for turning her into a human cow, for deigning to milk her and use her. She was grateful that they were going to turn her into meat. And her pupils were like little lovestruck hearts when Akko was hauled off, when her arms and legs were pinned down at her sides, when a sadistically smiling Sucy straddled her with a knife in hand. “It’s time.” The blade bit into the smooth, white flesh of Diana’s taut tummy, and the girl came in delight as the first incision was made. She was so happy to be useful. She was so happy to be meat? … … … … … A/N: Part one of a two-part LWA dolcett commission. Fun to do stuff with lactation and human livestock once in a while, haha! Especially when I get to mix it with cannibalism. Sucy is cute too. Updated: 9-6-19 TTFN and R&R! Diana was dizzy and euphoric, feeling the tingling of pain in her belly. She had been gutted and stuffed with a mix of mushrooms and breadcrumbs, and her midsection had been sewn back up. Ordinarily she would be dead or very close after having most of her digestive tract and other non-essential organs extracted from her body, but the magic from various mushrooms she had been fed over the course of her lengthy dietary regimen kept her alive despite the blood loss, and she was still sensible as she was lifted up in Sucy’s arms and flung over her shoulder like a shank of beef getting hauled into the kitchen. “Where will you cook her?” Diana heard Lotte ask this, and she smiled, feeling a tingle at the blonde’s question. The thought resounded inside Diana’s head that they were going to cook her alive. They had gotten their use out of her, and now she was going to be turned into meat. A part of her, some vestigial sense of pride and self-preservation, was appalled at the idea. Some resilient corner of Diana’s psyche recoiled at the idea of becoming meat, and although the impulse represented an overwhelmed minority that was easily drowned out by her brute, blissful enthusiasm, still it pricked her with the idea that this was bad. It was bad. Diana thrilled at the thought. Yes, it WAS bad. It was very, very bad—that was what she loved best about it. She was naughty, she was shameful, she was a stupid, slutty piece of meat. Yes, yes, YES! Loins blazed in a sultry heat, and blood-tinged ecstasy issued forth from a rinsed and rosy cunt. Imbecilic eyes with only the barest remaining flicker of conscious intellect flashed in an erotic glee, and pearly white teeth were bared in a whorish rictus as they clenched together and her kissable lips pulled back, Diana wearing an expression that was almost human as she came, squirting her ecstasy onto Sucy’s suspenders. A slatternly moan escaped the bovine young witch as her much expanded breasts dangled down over Sucy’s shoulder, and the violette carrying her paused to amusedly adjust her hold on the kinkily cooing calf. A gloved hand gripped one of Diana’s engorged, meaty buttocks, feeling up the substantial and fleshy posterior that had blossomed in unison with the spreading out of Diana’s hips like the expansion of empire’s borders. Sucy fondled the voluptuous cowgirl who wriggled in her arms, taking amusement in the fact that Diana was so obviously excited about her impending fate, and then she looked over to Lotte, who had asked the question that seemingly prompted Diana’s orgasmic fit. “I have a roasting pit waiting behind the pen,” the witch answered her dormmate. “I already got the ingredients ready. We’ll season her, then spit roast her.” Diana thrilled, picturing herself suspended above flames. Her aching pussy burned with longing, and she craved the spit much as a nymphomaniac might have craved cock. She wanted it to run her through from end to end, and she wanted to feel the heat of the fire reducing her body to hot, tasty meat. She shivered in Sucy’s arms, and that last small objecting voice inside her head was drowned out a little bit more. This was her fetish, but more importantly, it was her purpose. She couldn’t wait. She looked forward to being cooked and eaten more than most girls looked forward to getting married and having children. And as Sucy said, there was indeed a roasting pit waiting a short distance behind the pen. Stones ringed in firewood, and two notched posts stood at either end of the pit, a crude rotisserie set-up just awaiting the spit. Beside it was a lumpy, boxy canvass bundle, presumably the ingredients of which she spoke. A wooden pole with a keenly sharpened end sat atop a low, flat stone the surface of which looked like it had been recently scoured of any dirt and bugs. Diana felt this stone against her skin when she was laid out atop it, and the first thing that hit her was how warm the stone was. It was late noon, and a sunny day: the rock was nicely heated, and she shivered at the fanciful thoughts that went wheeling through her head as she soaked up the heat from the stone, lying on her back with her breasts depressing atop her chest. Dumbly she smiled, and her chest heaved with a slow, deep breathing. Diana lay cooperatively, obediently still—of course, even if she had wanted to move, she would have been too weak and in too much pain, but she was perfectly happy to lie there and await whatever was done to her. The embarrassment of lying on the stone was part of the joy of this, and the shame she felt from presenting so lamely to Akko, Sucy, and Lotte was but fuel for an even fiercer pleasure. “Akko, do you still have Diana’s stomach?” “Yeah, I do…” These words gave the verdette a twinge of mixed emotions, wretched arousal and euphoric misery. She laid a hand over her midsection, which bulged very modestly from the stuffing, and she feebly fingered the stitches that held together the once-parted flaps of her abdomen. She sighed, recalling how she had been sewn up, and she turned her head to look dreamily at the blushing brunette, who fumbled with her load and took out something that Diana dully understood to be her stomach. One end had been sealed off, and the sac had been magically dried out and toughened into a gourd-like shape. It was a ready-made vessel, and its contents audibly sloshed and swirled as Akko carefully adjusted the container that had been fashioned from the gutted cowgirl’s stomach. Diana recognized that her stomach had been filled up with her own milk. Sucy stepped over to examine the vessel as Akko set it down. She took out her wand from somewhere inside her suspenders and tapped the side of the sac. Its contents squelched and gurgled as the milk began to congeal at an accelerated pace. Sucy nodded and looked to Lotte, who had set up a butter churn per her instructions. The blonde was blushing as she sat her bare bottom down on a stool, she and Akko having somehow been talked into donning naked aprons for the course of preparing Diana and the meal. At Sucy’s further bidding, Lotte began to work on the butter churn, the motion and flexing of her slender body a pleasing sight, an obscene parody of bygone domesticity. And Akko stepped away from the grossly gurgling stomach. With a flick of her wrist, Sucy opened up the canvass bundle and started taking out ingredients. Mostly they were jars of various spices, leaves or roots or what have you. After taking these out, she turned to the patiently, passively prone Diana and stooped to lick the girl’s cheek. Diana blushed, shivering at this, while Sucy hummed. The violette next licked Diana’s breasts, then her stitched-up midsection, then finally she bowed her head between Diana’s thick, creamy thighs and experimentally tasted her pussy. Sucy hummed, and her lips vibrated against Diana’s slot, causing the verdette to arch her back and see stars. Finally, Sucy stood back up straight, nodded, and returned to the spices. Taking out an empty bowl, she began measuring out and mixing various herbs, ground up roots, and of course some dried and powdered magic mushrooms. She agitated the contents of the bowl to make sure the different ingredients in the seasoning were evenly distributed, and occasionally she stuck in her finger and licked it, testing to see if she had the flavor she wanted. Finally, appearing to be satisfied, Sucy heaved the bowl up onto the stone beside Diana. “Uh, what should I do?” asked Akko. “Watch the cheese, or…?” “Help me season her,” Sucy said bluntly. “It’d take too long doing it just by myself.” Akko blushed but nodded, and she followed Sucy’s example as the violette stuck her hands into the bowl of seasoning to coat her palms and fingers, before proceeding to rub and pat this out onto Diana’s naked body. Sucy worked south from Diana’s waist, while Akko covered everything north of Diana’s diaphragm. The spices burned and tingled when the got inside the stitched-up incision on the verdette’s abdomen, and Diana moaned in pain the way that only a masochist could, hurting from this treatment but loving to be hurt, and she rolled her eyes and feebly but feverishly moved her hips as Akko made her way up her tits and Sucy worked down over her lower body. Diana’s skin was smooth, and the softness of it was more apparent to them than ever before. Their fingers pressed into the cowgirl’s plush, yielding flesh, and the gritty seasoning on their hands scoured a tender epidermis as they rubbed it in, and Diana’s meat clapped and quivered at the patting of their palms against her supple hide, a thwap-thwap-thwap and a rustling and shifting like sand underfoot. Akko blushingly fondled Diana’s plump, meaty breasts, eyeing the verdette’s rack with a variety of mixed emotions as she mashed and rolled it all around. Sucy probed Diana’s pussy with a fingerful of spices and brought tears to the dumbstruck cowgirl’s eyes, making the bimbofied schoolgirl moan at the top of her lungs in a loud, theatrical bliss. Akko’s mouth watered, and she anxiously wiggled her hips. It was perverse to think as much, but she couldn’t help noticing how cute and tasty Diana looked, and she couldn’t help wondering if this charming, pretty witch would be as delicious as she had once been intelligent. As she rubbed and rolled Diana’s enormous tits, Akko felt a pang of longing, wanting dearly to bow her head and taste those babies for herself. It was a mad, rash, astonishing urge, and she was taken aback by the force of her longing, but she tried not to let it overmuch disconcert her. She gave her best to focus on the task and not disappoint Sucy, who was watching her hungry face with a sly, knowing eye. Sucy ran her hands down Diana’s plump, meaty thighs, and she fondled Diana’s cute little feet, groping and working and stimulating the meal-to-be. She tickled Diana’s soles and pinched her thighs, and she came back now and then to the verdette’s pussy, which she assaulted with her insatiable fingers, rubbing it and probing it and working a dutiful application of seasoning into the folds of a pink, silky sex. Diana writhed and quivered at this treatment of her helpless cunt, and her tongue lolled out and she let out even more obscene moans than ever, tossing her head and bucking her hips and spurting, squirting out to douse and spatter the stone between her legs. At length, they rolled her onto her belly, flattening the verdette’s tits beneath her own curvy, wriggling body, pancaking a bovine bosom against the sunbaked rock. Sucy groped and fondled Diana’s ass, and she gave it many a sharp swat, playfully spanking the cow, who lowed in her masochistic gratitude for this so very indulgent treatment. Even at the brink of roasting her for supper, Sucy was condescending to entertain Diana’s twisted fantasies, and for this Diana was immeasurably, indescribably grateful. The verdette moaned as they rubbed the spices over her back and hindquarters, thinking back on how she had first discovered this fetish. She couldn’t remember how long she had been into this—how long she’d been into the idea of getting cooked and eaten alive, reduced to a piece of meat and used to satisfy the appetites of others. It was a degrading, humiliating fantasy, and for a long time she had tried to repress it. But doing so only caused her desires to manifest in her dreams, giving her distressingly erotic nightmares about getting turned into a human cow and being milked, bred, and butchered, and eventually it got so bad that she was no longer even able to get a full night’s sleep. The dreams had haunted her, giving her insomnia, and she had finally gone to Sucy hoping the girl would have a cure for her restless, sleepless nights. And she had had a cure for it. Just… not the kind of cure Diana had expected. She had hoped for a medicine, for some kind of potion or magic mushroom that could give her dreamless sleep. Instead, Sucy had probed and prodded at Diana, psychoanalyzing her and pressing her to describe her dreams. When Diana gave Sucy the details, she did so initially with reluctance, only begrudgingly relating how they went, but as she got closer to the climax of her dreams, she had been unable to keep a perversely wistful look off her face and a tellingly randy note out of her voice. With relish, and in vivid, evocative detail she had described how she would be penned and milked and objectified in her dreams, caged like an animal and used like a piece of meat, deprived of all rights and dignity and finally laid out on the butcher’s board and worked upon with the knife, or spitted right through and set to roast over an open fire, or dipped in boiling oil and fried alive. Diana shivered, recalling how she had started to masturbate while telling Sucy about her dreams, how she had temporarily taken leave of her senses and hiked up her skirt and gone to town on a greedy, aching cunt while breathlessly, eagerly talking about how she would be used and abused and cooked alive and finally eaten, raped and beaten and snuffed and devoured. Luridly and graphically she had described her fantasies, her voice getting louder and less restrained, her true nature showing through the prim and proper façade, her true desires making themselves so apparent that, when Diana finally wrapped up the account, coming with a squirt that arced onto the floor between them, face flush and slick with sweat, chest laboriously heaving, pussy drenched and ruddy, Sucy could only smile and nod and make the obvious suggestion. And by that point, so wrapped up in the shameful ecstasy of that insane, exhibitionistic self-pleasure, Diana had only been able to moan and give her rasping, throaty agreement. “Why don’t you just do it for real, then?” It had been such a simple answer, and not at all what Diana was looking for, but as soon as she heard it, she had known she wouldn’t be able to settle for anything else. And so they had agreed to this, and arranged it, and they had done it for weeks now, Sucy treating and teasing her, fattening up her tits and ass, making her thicker and lewder and meatier for the inevitable meal. Diana had loved every minute of it, unfettered from the duties and obligations of the Cavendish family. She’d never realized how much she chafed under it all until that point, when she was freed of all her birthrights and responsibilities, reduced to nothing more than a dumb, human dairy cow and consigned with her own full consent to being cooked and eaten. It was liberating, it was comforting, it was euphoric beyond description. And as Diana finished this mental recounting of all the events and motions leading up to now, Akko and Sucy finished applying the spices. The bimbofied, masochistic cowgirl sighed contentedly, and she waited now only for the spit. And Sucy did not delay in retrieving that, fetching it and bringing it over. “Keep her pinned,” Sucy said to Akko. “I don’t want her kicking and flailing and messing it up.” “Will… Will it hurt?” Akko asked. “If she’s going to kick and flail.” “Probably. But I didn’t say she’d be doing it out of pain.” Sucy gave Diana a droll look, and Akko blushed. The violette’s expression was affectionately contemptuous as she ran her eyes over Diana’s form, and she smiled as she inched the tip of the spit up into the verdette’s slot. Diana thrilled at the touch of the spit, her eyes rolling crazily up and her mouth twisting jubilantly, and she arched her back and likely would have begun to orgasmically writhe and gyrate as Sucy shoved the spit in, if not for Akko holding her down. Still, Diana vocally moaned, and tears of euphoria flowed freely from her wide and wheeling eyes. With tongue lolling stupidly out and a pretty face shamelessly spasming from the twin and equally relished jolts of pleasure and pain that rocketed up her spine as the spit advanced, Diana felt herself get impaled, the rod that ran her through like a lance of ice that kindled her insides with molten fire. Her moans were so immense that they cracked her jaw, and when she tasted the blood on the back of her tongue, she met Akko’s eyes with the happiest smile she had ever worn in her life. “This is… perfect…?” Diana managed to mouth around the spit before it was fully protruding. “Fh… fhang ‘oo, Aggo, Shushy…?” Akko’s face was tomato red, and she looked anxiously away from Diana, feeling her heart pound in her chest. But Sucy grinned and gave Diana’s bottom a sharp, playful swat, causing the impaled cowgirl to convulse exquisitely upon the spit. Then, she and Akko carried Diana over to the fire and propped her above the flames. The fire danced and crackled beneath the girl, whose corpulent dangling tits were ravenously kissed and licked by leaping scarlet tongues. Diana moaned in a wretched state of happiness, a pitiful and shameless bliss washing over her as she began to roast. With lovestruck, adoring eyes, she watched her cooks step back to observe the process—Akko still a little sheepishly, but Sucy proudly and with just a hint of sadistic relish. Sucy cocked her hips, and her suspenders hung low so that the crown of a naked sex could be glimpsed, and Akko standing next to her could plainly see Sucy’s nipples standing erect. The brunette blushed, acutely aware of her bare back, sides, and bottom, dressed as she was in nothing but an apron at Sucy’s behest. And Lotte, also in naked apron and seated on a stool, so that they could see her pert buttocks squish flat against the wooden surface, continued to longsufferingly labor over the butter churn, working with a pink and perspiring face. And Diana roasted, slowly but surely, cooking alive. It was an excruciatingly gradual process, and the girl almost couldn’t bear it, but she was in heaven as she thought of the end that was coming, and she bathed in the steady heat of the fire below, feeling it warm her skin until she was sore from the heat, heating her flesh until it started to ache and weaken. She basked on the spit, a happy and unabashed slut, adoring the things they made her feel as she was cooked and cooked and cooked by the fire below her. Sweat slicked her skin, running in rivulets and dripping into the flames, and milk also dripped into the fire, her obscenely oversized tits starting to very slightly sag under the burden of their own weight as the heat worked on her flesh. Rock-hard, darkening nipples dipped into the flames, and Diana hissed and bit down on the spit, her pussy squirting and her eyelids fluttering. Her skin was tender, indescribably so, and she felt it growing tenderer and tenderer as she was roasted. It drew tightly around her curvaceous figure, constricting the fatty mounds and curves that gave her this lewd, almost adult appearance. She was drooling, and the milk hissed and sputtered the moment it issued from her nipples, each droplet already starting to boil by the time it was pushed out her duct. So too with her sweat, each bead heated inside her body so that it felt like a searing stab wound when it welled up from her pore, and her skin was scalded by her steaming perspiration so that it continued to feel raw and sensitive. She was hyperaware of everything happening to her body, and even her dumbed down and bimbofied brain could appreciate what a delightfully deleterious effect the heat was having on her. She was growing weaker, weaker, weaker as she roasted, and feebly she wriggled and writhed on the spit. And the spit turned so that Diana rotated over the fire, turning so that her bare, slender back faced the fire, so that her big, meaty ass had a turn to starkly redden and drip sweat into the flames. The heat struck her anew on her uncooked skin, and the coolness of the air sliced into her roasted parts like a bitter winter wind. Her eyes bugged out for a moment, and then she smiled with a renewed relish, adoring how everything about this process made her hurt so wonderfully and made her feel so horribly good. It was sublime, it was exquisite, and if there was anything of the prim, proper, and intelligent Diana left inside this mewling, blissful longpig, it withered away from humiliation at the state of her body, her pride’s death unnoticed amid the deafening cheers of her mind’s imbecilic majority. Diana was overthrown, and she reveled in this long, slow execution, adoring the sensations of this diabolically drawn out murder. Diana loved every second of this, and she gazed with a vapid but heartfelt gratitude at Sucy, expressing with that mindless, bovine look just how much she loved what had been done to her. And with her skin swiftly darkening to a perfect brown, suggestively illustrating how well she had been cooked, Sucy knew that Diana was nearly done. It would only be a little bit longer, and then they could dig in and enjoy. With a grin, Sucy grabbed a handful of Akko’s ass, appreciating how Diana’s milk had caused it to expand. It would take time for the full growth to take effect, but already she could tell that Akko would grow a very plump and respectable booty, a big fat tasty ass to equal the rump currently dangling over the fire. She imagined Akko on the spit, and she wondered if Lotte would make even half as good a dairy cow as Diana. She fondled Akko’s ass and leered at Lotte’s modestly inflated breasts, expecting to see the blonde get much buxomer once the milk had time to properly work. The violette shivered and licked her lips, looking hungrily at Diana’s perfectly roasted body. It was an idle fancy in which she indulged, to be sure… but she still liked the idea. And it wasn’t like she’d been completely honest about the milk not having any side effects. If nothing else, it was a powerful, long-lasting aphrodisiac. They were just really horny right now. Maybe they would have some fun with each other when they were done. But their hunger was more insistent than their libido, and Diana looked just right. The cowgirl was done, and dinner was served. … … … … … A knife carved into the butter, prying up a chunk of the freshly made spread and lifting it upon the flat of its blade. With a flick of the wrist, the chip of butter was deposited atop Diana’s steaming rump, where its base began immediately to liquefy, spreading out in a clear-yellowish puddle over the brown, crispy skin. The knife pressed into the portion of the butter that was not yet melted, then, and with a torquing and brushing motion, the butter was spread this way and that over the immoderate curve of Diana’s thick, succulent booty, slowly dissolving it into a liquid form to soak into the flesh and lend it that little bit more fatty richness and savor. Lotte was blushing beet red as she buttered Diana’s bum, fidgeting and wiggling her hips so that her own bottom, rounder and more cushioned than she was yet used to, rubbed over the picnic blanket and bunched up the fabric in her crack. She still wore the naked apron, clinging to the last bit of modesty she could grasp in this absurd, obscene scenario. Embarrassment burned her cheeks and racked her innards, but twinges of excitement also pricked her nipples and dampened her crotch, which made her embarrassment even keener and resolved her still more firmly to keep the apron on. Nonetheless, Sucy and Akko could both plainly read the secret thoughts and feelings behind the blonde’s eyes, and they showed their understanding and/or sympathy with their smiles, one consoling and one provocative. “Can I have a piece of that when you’re done?” Akko asked. “Of… Diana’s butt.” The brunette coughed, aware of how this sounded. Lotte nodded stiffly and just a little too quickly, and she lifted one of the carving knives and tentatively set its edge against the immaculate curve of Diana’s backside. The spitted, roasted cowgirl was laid out on a platter, her dreamy eyes staring dumbly into the distance, her vapid, feeble mind barely conscious. Fat, fleshy tits pancaked beneath the verdette’s torso, and wide, meaty hips seemed almost to groan under the burden of her huge, ponderous buttocks. Diana looked simply obscene, the curvaceousness of her enhanced figure only emphasized by the state of her body, dark and glistening and shrouded with steam. And an excruciatingly appetizing fragrance emanated from the girl, so that it was all the girls could do not to lose themselves to a rapacious, ravenous hunger. Akko’s stomach growled, Lotte’s mouth watered, and Sucy’s eyes diabolically gleamed. All three of them ogled Diana, and not one of them showed any sign of real, sincere regret for the position into which they had put the girl. They were happy to see Diana like this, and even Lotte couldn’t hide a bit of sadistic relish as she pressed upon the knife’s handle and dug its cold steel edge into Diana’s hot, tender meat, slicing ever so delicately into the bovine bitch’s beautiful bottom. Gently, but with a torturer’s dark savor, Lotte made the first incision, cutting into Diana’s ass cheek, and she carved out a wedge of Diana’s meaty booty, sticking a fork into the slice of rump and depositing it onto her plate. The neat, tidy gash in Diana’s backside gave them each a strangely fierce feeling of pleasure, and their smiles grew a little more intense, a little less abashed. “Sure,” said Lotte, sounding like she was in a trance. “You want to… eat Diana’s ass? Yeah, that sounds nice. Here.” She carved another piece of meat from the verdette’s bottom, widening the gash in Diana’s hindquarters, and skewering this second slice of rump on the tines of her fork, she deposited it onto Akko’s waiting plate, beside a hunk of freshly strained and cultured cheese that had been fermented inside Diana’s cured, enchanted stomach. Akko also had a glass of warm, frothy milk beside her plate, as well as a dish of clotted cream that had been separated from Diana’s prodigious lactations. The only part of the meal that hadn’t been provided by Diana were the obligatory healthy greens. Otherwise, everything came from her body, or was made with the fruits of her body, and the cowgirl indulged herself with a vague, unworthy pride in the fact that she was giving so much, being made such thorough use of as meat and food and beverage and all. But Lotte and Akko only cared that the meat looked tasty, and they barely paid Diana any heed as they lifted their respective pieces of her ass to their mouths. Hot juices gushed from the meat when Akko dug her teeth into it, and the greasy fluids spilled down her bare front, scalding a modestly engorged pair of breasts and giving the brunette something of a thrill. Akko shivered from head to toe, partly from the heat of the juices on her sensitive breasts, but mostly from the mind-blowing taste of Diana’s flesh. It was rich and savory beyond description, so delicious that, like a judge in a lewd cooking manga, she moaned and almost came just from sampling Diana’s booty. Eyelids fluttered, cheeks dreamily reddened, and a sighing breath issued from her rosy lips. Slender, but recently flared out hips wiggled, and a tight, virginal snatch moistened with her perverse, twisted delight. Lotte reacted similarly to her first taste of Diana’s meat, only a little more strongly, and she shuddered and squeaked and vibrantly blushed, and weakly the blonde tried to hide the fact that she had just come from eating Diana’s ass. Sucy smirked and reached with a knife of her own, and she slid the blade into Diana’s shoulder. She grabbed the arm and popped it out of the joint, then carved down through the skin, fat, muscle, and tendons, cutting off Diana’s whole right arm. The cowgirl shivered on the platter, and she made a feeble mooing sound as she was dismembered. Sucy raised Diana’s arm like a drumstick, brandishing it in a morbidly comical fashion. Lotte nervously giggled at the sight, still weak and dizzy from her food-induced orgasm, and Akko distractedly swallowed the last of her serving of Diana’s butt. Sucy started eating Diana’s arm like a shank of mutton, and Lotte and Akko proceeded to take more for themselves from the delectable cowgirl. Lotte copied Sucy and cut off Diana’s other arm, while Akko went her own way and carved off one of Diana’s legs. They left the verdette with just one limb, and they ate her arms and legs while she watched, aware of how they were reducing her and paring her away. Akko ravished Diana’s thigh, stripping away bits and pieces of the soft, succulent meat. She worked her way down Diana’s leg, giving the verdette thrills as she watched Akko devour her. Lotte nibbled Diana’s fingers and bit the back of her hand like she was a gentleman courting a lovely maiden, timidly peeling off portions of skin and meat to gulp down, and she licked Diana’s palm like a dog that wanted a treat from its master’s hand. And Sucy ripped sizable chunks of flesh from Diana’s arm, baring the bones beneath and leaving her limb a ragged, greasy ruin of a thing. Gruesomely the violette feasted, eating Diana’s limb with a deliberate savagery that sent thrills through the meat, sending their meal to cloud nine. Soon they had polished off the arms and the leg, but despite the sizable amount of meat they had now eaten, they didn’t look like they were even close to slowing down. They felt hungry enough to devour every last bit of Diana. Their T&A would need a substantial surplus of calories to grow out to the extent the milk could cause, and splitting Diana’s meat between them would be just barely enough to get their curves to the cowgirl’s level. They were cannibalizing her for their own vanity, and the renewed understanding of this fact pierced Diana’s mind, making her softly moan. Lotte grabbed Diana by the waist, no longer as gentle, and she jabbed a knife into the verdette’s lower back. With hasty, vicious strokes she hewed off nearly the whole of Diana’s untouched left ass cheek, and along with it she carved off Diana’s remaining leg. Biting into Diana’s dislodged buttock and ripping it away, Lotte smacked and slurped and growled as she chewed, feeding more bestially, more brutishly. Akko grabbed Diana and rolled the girl onto her back, and she stared down ravenously at Diana’s great, fat, greasy tits. With her mouth watering and her eyes glazed over by equal measures of gluttony and lust, Akko took her knife and her fork, and she skewered one of Diana’s tits and slashed open its base, baring her ribcage and letting hot juices spill liberally from the rent flesh. She sliced and slit Diana’s tits, cutting off one and then the other, debreasting the girl without pause, without ceremony. She didn’t even deign to look grateful as she plopped the tits into her naked lap, feeling their heat against her loins, and started feasting on them, gulping down skin and fat and mammary glands with a ravenous savor. Limbless, titless, brainless, Diana lay on her back, and she watched Lotte devour her last leg while Akko guzzled her severed bosoms, slashing apart the vast hills of fat and cramming as much of her rich, chewy breasts down her gullet as humanly possible. Diana stared rapturously as they devoured her, dazed and elated to see how little they cared for her dignity and her life. They had no wish to be gentle with her anymore, and even these two who had been shocked and dubious and reluctant now ate her shamelessly and unrepentantly, glorying in their cruel and callous predations. It was all Diana could do not to lose her mind as she watched them, feeling indescribably euphoric at the sight, and she softly breathed. She was beyond powerless, objectified to a point below even inert, inanimate matter. She was worthless, not even a person, not even on par with an animal. She was a thing of the lowest and most contemptible order, deserving only destruction and consumption if she could be said to deserve anything at all. She was less than worthless—her very existence was an inversion of value, a void of worth that made everything around it that little bit less precious. She was sick, disgusting, filthy, and horrible. Her one and only virtue was that she also happened to be tasty. That was the only good thing about her—she made a nice, scrumptious piece of meat. And Diana happily embraced this, glad to have been a cow, honored to have been turned into food. It was infinitely more than a stupid little slut like her deserved, and it was a mark of inestimable charity that Sucy, Akko, and Lotte had given her an end like this. Diana was happy, happier than she had ever been in her whole life, and she was gleefully humiliated when she felt the edge of Sucy’s knife tenderly slip under her chin, and she looked up into Sucy’s eyes when she felt the cold steel press against her throat. Breathlessly, Diana moaned, feeling a final tension in her loins, a roasted pussy contracting with a vestigial rush of pleasure as the steel parted the outermost layer of her skin. “What do you say, cow?” Sucy whispered, pulling on Diana’s hair to yank the girl’s head back, letting her see the curve of Diana’s naked throat. “You won’t get it unless you say the magic word.” “Please?” Diana rasped, even as she felt Akko and Lotte’s knives dig into her body below, the girls having finished off her leg and her tits and so coming back greedily for more. And as soon as the word left her mouth, Sucy smiled and applied leverage to the knife, dragging it in through Diana’s throat. The verdette’s eyes bugged out blissfully, and she clenched her teeth in rapturous delight. With a last ragged moan as her throat was slashed, just before her neck was completely severed, Diana half-breathed and half-mouthed her final words. “Thank you, Sucy…?” Then, her head was freed from her shoulders, and it swung by her hair as Sucy raised it up. Diana’s mouth gaped open, her expression the supreme ahegao of a dying snuff slut, and her last thoughts were of self-abasement and morbid lust as Sucy hungrily mashed their lips together, kissing the decapitated Diana and shoving her tongue into the dying cowgirl’s mouth. Past that moment, Diana knew no more. She was ended, and a truly splendid end it had been. Infinitely better than a cow like her deserved? … … … … … A/N: The second and final part of Diana the Meat Cow. This was a fun piece to work on. I don’t often get an opportunity to combine breast expansion and lactation with dolcett and snuff content, haha. Updated: 10-5-19 TTFN and R&R! – — ?