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A New Life at HumaFoods by gmoe47, literature

Potty Training by gmoe47, literature

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Potty Training

POTTY TRAINING By Moe Author's Note: This is a story I wrote about 20 years ago. I hope to write a follow-up story in the near future. Part 1 I can’t believe I am sitting on a potty-chair in the middle of the bathroom! Sitting right next to me is the empty potty-chair belonging to my little sister Elizabeth who is just over 3 years old. I have been sitting on my potty for over ten minutes and am waiting for Mommy to come and release me. There is a strap around my chest so I can’t get up until she releases the strap in the back of the chair well out of my reach. My diapers and vinyl pants bunched up around my ankles. I should mention that my name is Raymond and I am 12 years old. I don’t know how long I will be in potty training. Liz (which is what everybody calls Elizabeth) and I have been in “training” for a week now. This whole mess started three weeks ago when Mom and Dad decided that Liz was old enough to start potty training. Liz is a very independent minded little girl and

Tim Goes Undercover by gmoe47, literature

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Tim Goes Undercover

Tim Goes Undercover By Moe 1) The Assignment I picked up the phone and answered, “Accounting, Tim Bradley.” It was my sister Tracee on the line and she said rather urgently, “I need to see you in my office. Something rather important has come up and I need your help.” My sister is eight years older than me at 30 and she is the president of our family company. She was working for our father who founded and ran the company when he suddenly died of a heart attack five years ago. Tracee was well qualified to take over the helm of the business since she was experienced in company operations and had an MBA degree from a well-known business school in the east. If there was any doubt of her capability, that went away when she more than doubled the company sales in the five years since she took over. The company is now owned equally by our mother, Tracee and me. In her grief, our mother decided to get away from everything and moved to the family vacation home in Barcelona, Spain

The Melissa Plant by gmoe47, literature

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The Melissa Plant

The Melissa Plant By Moe “This is the third time you have been late this week! I have warned you a number of times about being late and what the consequences would be. This morning you missed the entire breakfast service causing problems for the rest of the staff. I am afraid I have no choice but to let you go. I am sorry Melissa but there is nothing I can do.” “I am really sorry Miss Baxter but my alarm clock did not go off again,” Melissa tried to explain to her boss who ran the university food service cafeteria. “Well then, maybe you should have gotten another alarm clock. Maybe before you get your ne

Huma-Chicks 5 + 6 by gmoe47, literature

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Huma-Chicks 5 + 6

By Moe Chapter 5 – Maturation to Hens The beginning of the third week found the chicks starting to gradually replace their yellow down feathers with real white feathers. The growth of the new feathers caused some discomfort and itching over the three days it took to grow a complete set over their whole bodies including a complete set of tail feathers. On top of their heads, a bright red comb started to grow. Along with the comb a waddle grew below their beaks on the bottom side of their necks and ear lobes appeared on either side of their head. One thing that did not change was the eyes and facial area around the eyes which remain

Huma-Chicks 4 by gmoe47, literature

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Huma-Chicks 4

By Moe Chapter 4 – Chicks For the four chicklings who did not volunteer for the accelerated program, the next week was one of continued day to day developments as they continued down their path to a complete transformation to egg-laying chickens. The next morning Alice and Heather were taken to a different building where advanced research is conducted. The two chicklings were led into a laboratory room containing lots of medical equipment and monitors. In the center of the room were what appeared to be two giant egg shells with openings at the top. After a complete washing and sanitizing operation, each girl was helped to climb in

Huma-Chicks 3 by gmoe47, literature

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Huma-Chicks 3

By Moe Chapter 3 – Chicklings Day 1 After lunch, the girls returned to their dorm rooms anxious to look at their bodies to see if there were any noticeable changes that had taken place. Although they couldn’t see anything, little did they know that a lot was happening inside. Their hip bones, spines and shoulders were already preparing to align themselves for their new body configuration. The muscles on the lower legs were getting ready to be dissolved for use as tissue elsewhere while fat tissue started to accumulate on the thighs. The internal organs were also changing to conform to a new life as a chicken. As warned in

Huma-Chicks 2 by gmoe47, literature

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Huma-Chicks 2

By Moe Chapter 2 – Orientation The drive was over 850 miles from the Rejuvenation Farm to the HumaFoods facility in North Junction, Montana and took two days. The van drove the last thirty miles without seeing any apparent signs of habitation or civilization before finally arriving at the front entrance gate of HumaFoods. After checking through security and getting all the new recruits photo ID badges to wear around their necks on lanyards, Jane drove the van to the administration building. Dr. Taylor greeted the girls in a conference room and then put on a PowerPoint presentation for a brief introduction at the facility. He then

Huma-Chicks by gmoe47, literature

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Huma-Chicks

Huma-Chicks By Moe Chapter 1 - Recruitment “Hello young ladies. I am Dr. Richard Taylor and I am the Chief Development Officer at the HumaFoods at our food production and research facility in North Junction, Montana. Next to me is my assistant Ms. Jane Gregory.” Thus began the introduction to a group of eight young girls between the ages of 14 and 16. These girls were among a group of about three dozen young girls that opted for working on a farm for eight weeks during the summer months rather than stay in a juvenile correction facility in the city. All had been in trouble with the law and were serving their sentences of s