The officer finished forcibly disrobing Ashleigh, and clamped a metal collar and chain around her neck. She felt so humiliated by all this. Why couldn’t they have done this any other day? Everyone she knew from work was staring at her naked, female body. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way, she was so ashamed. If it had to be this way, she’d have preferred it to have been on her own terms… not like this, paraded around as a pathetic naked meatgirl in front of everyone in her life.

Ash didn’t look back at her house as she was led away to the waiting meattruck.
Her friends were all gathering at the front fence to get a good gawk at her as she was taken away for processing. She could hear the low murmur of excited chatter from them all.

Above the din, she could make out Dan exclaiming in reply to Tina’s gossip.
“No way? Ash was a girl?… but didn’t Janice say she’d taken him for a ride?…. Well, that’s just crazy… who’d have thought?… you don’t reckon we’d stand a chance of picking her up from the supermarket later do you? We could still use an extra meatgirl for this party,”

The thought of being served at her own barbeque by her best friend, made her a little queasy. Still, the odds that she'd be delivered to a local supermarket were fairly small.. she thought. She didn’t actually know that much about how supermarket logistics worked. They were always advertising fresh meatgirl products. Maybe they sourced locally. That would be very bad. Not that she’d live to find out.

Ashleigh was still thinking about it, when the doors of the meatwagon closed on her, leaving her in darkness for the journey to the meatplant along with a half dozen other naked meatgirls, chained to the roof.

The journey was short, smooth, and only punctuated by the quiet sobbing of the young women she shared the space with.

When they arrived at the ‘Riraito’s fine meats’ plant, they were chained together and marched out into the back loading bay of the facility. She knew from her school field trips to the factory, that usually meatgirls would be intaken from the front of the facility. Lottery girls from the side entrance, and volunteers from the front entrance.

It was probably so they could disrobe themselves, and so they didn’t have to witness the horrors of the loading bay. Cooked meatgirl corpses and products were on casual display everywhere, just waiting to be sent out. Ashleigh looked at a row of crispy roasted, dismembered bodies, their trophy heads piled in a trolley below. Each one had once been a girl with lives of their own. hopes, and dreams, friends, family, and even names. Now they were just nameless hunks of meat whose lives and loves had been utterly pointless in the end.

Ashliegh had a dark hope that she’d end up anonymous like those corpses. That way her meat wouldn’t end up back at her party, like Dan had suggested. The idea of her femininity being on display, even in death, was just too embarrassing for her to cope with.

“Oh god, that’s too gruesome.” The girl in pigtails three places back panicked. She looked young, they probably had to drag her right out of her high school class to get her here.

The pregnant woman behind Ash tried to calm her down.
“Don’t get too worked up about it kid, we’re all gonna be like that soon. Just try to relax and let it happen. My name’s Kate… what’s yours girl?”

“I’m Tilly…i was just in my sports class, playing hockey, and the teachers just let them take me. Now I’m here. They’re gonna fry me like a pig aren’t they?”

“Yeah, we’re all gonna fry like pigs, Tilly.” Ash piped up, joining in on the conversation. “We’re quite literally feast day turkeys.”

Aren’t you pregnant? I thought they didn’t cook pregnant girls?” Tilly sniveled, extremely unhappy with the prospect of being converted and trying to change the subject somewhat.

“My third girl, and I didn’t have a birthing exemption. We’re naturalists, you see, up from the hinterlands commune. We all live off the land , so none of us have essential jobs. It’s an automatic trip to the slaughterhouse for me. I really wanted a boy, so Trevor and I rolled the dice again. So here I am.” Kate said, patting her swollen belly.

“I’m Ash, they picked me up from a feast day meatgirl barbeque, in front of all my guests. Now they all know that I…. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m never going to see any of them ever again, am I?” Ashliegh didn’t know why she was telling them her story.. it just seemed better than silence on her way to the chopping block.

They arrived at the meatgrading station, and were all unchained one at a time, poked and prodded by the trained professionals. Ashlieh chafed at having her boobs touched, and her pussy invaded by fingers. She hated ever having been born a girl in this sadistic society. Why couldn’t she have been born a man. They never had to be treated like meat like this.

“Please be gentle with my belly” Kate fretted, as a doctor pinched it with calipers to measure her body fat. It was as if she hadn’t quite accepted that she wouldn’t ever be delivering her baby.

Tilly let out a loud “Eek!” As her medical inspector stuck a finger up her bum to feel for irregularities. “Not up there, I’ve never done anal before.. At least use some lube!” she admitted loudly to the room packed full of meatgirls all getting the same treatment.

“Piggy, You’ve never been snuffed and roasted before, either… just relax, and let it happen.” Her examiner said in a manner that seemed designed to both placate and degrade her. Tilly shut up, gritted her teeth, and tried to widen her sphincter for the man, like a good meatgirl.

The doctors fussed over Ashleigh’s previous meatgrade results and projected them on the wall so that they could compare her old one to her current one. They seemed a bit upset at her declining boob size and quality. There was a bit of haggling, apparently they were expecting Ashleigh to have a higher quality of meat based on her previous results, and were deciding whether she still fulfilled today’s order requirements, or whether her reduced B meatgrade should render her ineligible as a supermarket whole roaster.

“Hmm, she’s definitely not up to standard, but we’re short on meat today. Should we put a call up to the boss to get another emergency lottery called?”

“Nah, you’re too young to remember the way we used to do feast day. We used to firm up girls' boobs with an injection of cooking oil. It's not standard practice anymore, because butchers were overusing it, and we were losing that natural look. But it’s also not against the rules.”

“Right, I’ll add it to this pig’s pussy tag when we print it out”.


Ashleigh grimaced as they discussed her openly without acknowledging her presence. She was used to people treating her as… well, a person. It felt degrading to be talked about this way.

“You looked prettier with long hair, sow.” One of them stated sadly as he brushed his hands through her hair to check for the presence of dandruff, or parasites.
“And I don’t know how you managed to shrink your teats in just six months. You really haven’t been eating properly. You should have taken care of your body better 507657.”

In the end they decided that they didn’t have any other options, and she’d still be assigned to the same slaughtering line, the way they treated her, made her feel like an animal for slaughter. They didn’t even address her by name, merely referring to her as sow, or by her meat ID number. To them, she was no longer ‘people’.


“Now bend over the wedge block, piggy, and we’ll get you tagged and branded.”
Ashliegh gritted her teeth furiously as she obeyed. She didn’t want to do it at all, but she knew what the consequences of resisting were, and so she blushed as she complied meekly.

They locked her in firmly to the hand and leg restraints, and then pulled out a safety razor, a piercing gun, and popped a poker into a brazier full of hot coals to heat up.

CLIP! Ashliegh felt a sharp sting as they pierced her labia with her cooking instructions tag. She felt bright indignation. Even cows only got tagged in their ears. What kind of sadist came up with the procedures for meatgrading? Another attendee gently shaved her snatch, bitching about the extra work as she did..

“I hate these last minute rush orders. You’d think it’d take less time when these pigs have already stripped before they get here… but then none of them have prepared themselves, or even shaved their pussies, or legs, and all that time gets wasted.”

“You think you have it bad?” The man shaving Kate shot back “this pregnant sow’s got a forest down here. She’s gonna set me back a good 10 minutes to get nice and smooth.” He was furiously hacking away at Kate’s womanly bush.

“Lucky me, mine’s barely got any hair at all” the one attending Tilly bagged, as he made a single swipe over her fine patch of pubic hair, disappearing the carefully curated wispy fuzz. Tilly burst out into fat tears.

The now red hot poker was lifted from the smoking brazier and pushed into the soft skin of her left buttock. Ashliegh screamed into gritted teeth. It felt like she’d sat on a thousand burning thumbtacks.

“Look at this one… her nipples got hard. I think she liked it” one of the doctors joked.
She glared at them through tear filled eyes. She didn’t like it at all.

Beside her, Tilly blubbered inconsolably as she complained about her burnt ass.
“Stahp… tr..eating… meee.. liike caattle…. (Sob) Ii.. doon’t… waaant… this!”

There was a sizzling sound to Ashleigh’s right, and she heard a groan of displeasure from the preggo Kate.
“Uuunnnnnghhh! Huuurts woorse than squirting ouut a kiid!” “Fuuck, my liife!”

A hand slapped Ashleigh hard on the rump, right on top of her brand burn. She saw stars for a second, and the resurgence of pain knocked the wind out of her.

“All done here.. get these pigs moving along… they’re ready for a shit, and a shower, and then a slaughter.” The meatgrader laughed happily as he repeated a phrase that the other workers had clearly heard so much over the years, that it had lost meaning to them.

The trio of pigs were fed their laxative drugs, and the chains went back around their necks, and they were herded to a large toilet and shower area near the killfloor.