This programme led to the farming of ?homo-primates minor?, a sub species ofhumanity, bio-engineered to be a food source for an out of control populat...on.In reality the programme used standard breeding techniques and drugs to createa population of lower intelligence humans with the characteristics of meatlivestock. The public was told that a new breed of animal had been createdfor use as a meat animal and farms were set up to breed and raise these animals. When a shortage of human livestock. He smiled at his wife and touched her cheek. "I've been putting this off for far too long." Yes you have," she replied, with the forthrightness she always displayed. She covered his hand in her own and squeezed for a second. "Now then, you go on. I'll take the children and we'll wander around here for a while. It's not like there's nothing to do and see here."Zeke took off his coat and handed it to her. She took it and passed him back a tote bag. He hesitated for a moment. "Jennifer, are you. “It will get his cock all hard.”Too late. My cock was hard.My sister stood up. “I’m leaving.”But she didn’t leave.Standing there, watching, she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse. Her cleavage shined with sweat in the porchlight. The night air seemed to thicken.“Sit down, Abby,” Steven said. “I want you to watch.”My sister sat down. She pinched her legs together. One hand touched her big tits. Even back then she had such big tits. She wore her hair longer, curled it, worked on it all. My back didn’t say as much as I wanted it to because I had to stop at the front door and wait for him to unlock it.Almost as soon as we stepped through the doorway, we were greeted by Angie wearing a cat outfit – a black body stocking with a tail sewed to the back. The effect was ruined a bit by the bright green cast on her arm – now covered with signatures and little pictures – and a broad-brimmed straw hat piled high with plastic fruit.“Bec’s home,” screamed Angie – loud enough to make me.