Ashliegh could feel her guts roil. She needed to relieve herself super badly. Whatever they put in those pills had been very powerful. She crossed her legs to keep from peeing herself, as her meatworker guide led her on a leash to her personal toilet. It was the first time that they’d given her any kind of privacy since she’d arrived at the meat factory. Her asshole twitched involuntarily, needfully anticipating defecation.

It wasn’t real privacy, of course, there was no door on the stalls, and she could see the girls ahead of her showering from her place above the ceramic squat bowl. The barriers did little to dampen the sounds of Tilly and Kate farting and shitting in their own stalls. Tilly must’ve been a bit sick or something, because the instant she got in her stall, Ashliegh could hear a nonstop stream of liquid shit filling the bowl. It was complimented by the sound of straining, and the large irregular plopping of large pregnant woman’s shit from Kate’s stall opposite.

She looked down into the bowl beneath her, looking for the camera she knew was hidden inside. She couldn’t see it though. She’d seen it in Janice’s snuff video that they filmed everything and put it on the web. Somewhere out there, someone was going to be watching her crap for the last time and masturbating as they did so, just like she’d done to Janice's video.

She briefly considered trying to hold it all in to try to preserve some of her modesty, but decided better of it. The last thing she wanted to do was shit herself on the killfloor… that would be worse. The pervs out there loved that kind of stupid desperate humiliation.

“It feels odd being on this side of things.. We raise some meatgirls for meat on the farm… but it’s nothing like this. This is all so clean and sterile in comparison.” Kate mused.

Ashleigh blushed as she let a stream of pee out. Nervously, she squeezed out a long log of feces that made a shallow splash in the urine at the bottom of the bowl. The idea of people watching her in such a compromising position gnawed at her mind. She hated it… but her pussy was lubricating itself at the same thought. God, why was she getting horny right now? This was the worst time. Ashliegh had regretted never giving in to her desires, and just jumpimg Dan, and raping his brains out there and then. She was going to die a horny virgin. It wasn’t fair.. a tear welled from her eye. She wiped it away.

When she was done pooping, the toilet sprayed water up her bum, cleaning her out. It was like one of those Japanese toilets she’d seen in movies and tv shows. It was kinda nice, and warm. It felt good as it washed out her anus and pussy. If it had gone on for longer, Ash might've cum… but it automatically switched off early, leaving her annoyingly unfulfilled.

She was then led to the showers and chained by the legs to the floor. She pumped out multipurpose bodywash and shampoo and lathered it over hair and body. It felt weird rubbing it over her freshly shaven pussy mound, she’d never shaven her snatch before, and didn’t realise how sensitive it felt like this

She wanted to masturbate herself pretty badly, but it felt wrong doing it in front of all these meatgirls, and with watching cameras and guests in the overlooking VIP rooms. So she refrained from fingering herself, and concentrated on soaping herself clean.

Tilly and Kate joined her shortly afterwards, and begin the process of rubbing the cleaning liquids into their skin.

“Mmm… the soap smells nice.. I thought it was going to smell industrial… but it’s?… lavender?”
Kate sprung up the small talk, as she rubbed her pregnant belly down with hot water and soapy bubbles,

“They’re … gonna… kiil us… and eat us” Tilly sniffed upset. “And … you want t… to taalk abouut the sooap? Arenlt.. youu.. wooried aboout.. youur baaby?” She finished sadly.

“We don’t cull pregnant meatgirls on the farm, so I don’t know what they’ll do with it.. I’ve never asked. I never even named her… there didn’t seem like much point if she was going to die before she was born.” Kate replied sadly, as if she had resigned herself to this long ago.

“Your baby will get ground up with your guts, and any spare assholes and fat, and turned into sausage meat. That’s what they do with them.” Ash replied bitterly. She knew what the did with the aborted fetuses from the school visit she’s had here when she was younger..
“They don’t waste anything, she should curse being conceived as a girl in this rotten world, I know I do.”

At that, the showerheads switched off automatically, leaving them dripping dry in the humid air. Tilly was as white as a sheet, and her knees were knocking.

“Ok, Pigs, time to fry. Let’s get you all out to the killfloor and finish you off?” Came the cry of a well muscled employee, as he reattached their neck restraints. And walked off with them, all trailing in a reticent line behind him.

The doors opened out on the brutal reality of the killfloor. It was like something out of a serial killer’s wet dream. The screams, smells and sights made all the girls freeze in place, until a quick yank of their chain got them moving again,

Ashleigh had seen this place on Janice’s snuff video before, but nothing prepared her for the overwhelming realness of the actual place. It was jam packed with nude meatgirls, all waiting in line for their ends to come. Off in one corner, a girl was being loaded into a guillotine, and in another, conveyor belts were being loaded with victims who were being carried into the next room, where the sound of terrified screams blended with the buzzing of industrial saws and machinery. The entire room smelled blood and roast pork.

She felt her legs trembling with every step towards the metal preparation tables that awaited them. There was a nervous trepidation that Ashleigh felt. She knew that she was getting cooked alive, it said as much on her pussy tag… but she was unsure about the details of the process between now and then. That lack of knowing filled her with a true fear.

“Hey Sonia, you good to help pop these sows?” Their guide asked a younger worker, who was busy tying girls to a conveyor belt suspended in the air.

“Yeah.. I’m about finished prepping these sows for the dismemberment line.” She said, as she wiped sweat from her brow.

“You’re a hard worker Sonia, you’ve been pulling a lot of overtime recently.”

“Well, John finally proposed to me… so I need to make some extra money to save up for the wedding dress I want.”

“Congratulations. Sonia, that’s great news. You two make a fantastic couple. Good luck on your honeymoon, don’t let him wear you out too much, we need you working your best here at the plant when you get back.”

“Haha, Manny, I think it’s the other way around. He’s not gonna be able to walk for a week, with how hard I’m gonna ride him. I can’t wait to have his babies. “ she replied earnestly, as she took charge of the line of fresh girlmeat.

“Ok sows, please comply with all my instructions. Lie down on the metal benches, one pig per table,” Sonia instructed them all.

Ash lay down on the cold stainless steel table as she was instructed.
“Spread your legs sow,” her butcher, the young woman with blue dyed hair and square glasses, urged her patiently. It seemed a bit rich coming from another girl like her, but Ashliegh did as she was bade. The girl efficiently locked a spreader bar between Ash’s ankle manacles.

“My name is Sonia, and I’ll be your butcher today, Sow.” The girl said softly, but authoritatively. “Lean back, and it’ll all be over soon.”

Ash leaned her head back as her hands were locked together behind her buttocks, and was rewarded with a view of the guillotine snapping shut on the neck of the woman in it, her head arced into the waiting trolley, and her limp corpse was hung up nearby, then like clockwork, the next girl was instructed to lower her head into the lunette. She looked back at her butcher, as the girl chatted absentmindedly with her coworker, who was working on Kate,

Ashliegh felt a twinge of vile jealousy run through her. Here was everything she hated in the world… who was this girl?, talking about babies, and dresses, living as her true self, not even having to fear being executed for being born as a woman. Here she was, happily being part of a system that treated her entire sex as food cattle. She was the antithesis of everything Ashliegh had ever tried to be.

“Ok, now brace yourself pig,” Sonia said with a false, practiced smile, giving her no actual time to brace, “this bit hurts” she said at the same moment as she thrust the sharp blade of the anal hook into Ash’s unprepared asshole.

“Fuuuuck” Ashliegh screamed in a high pitched, but still boyish shriek. She instinctively tried to pull the hook out, but quickly realised that if she did so, she’d have to pull out her anus along with it.

“Now, you have some special instructions, you lucky girl. Seems like you’ve been naughty and let your body go a bit, since your last inspection. Thankfully, we can make your roast look a little bit prettier. Nothing we can do about that short, ratty boy hair, but we can plump up those flat titties a bit with some cooking fluid. She said as she pulled out a fat syringe that looked like it was made for a horse.

Ash couldn’t resist, and the needle plunged into her nipple and deep into her little budding breast.
“Oh god!” She exclaimed, as she felt the skin of her breasts stretch uncomfortably as they painfully filled up with cooking liquid.
“There we go, it’s not much, but we’ve got you back up at least a whole cup size.” The female employee chirped, as if it was something Ashliegh should be happy about. She was right though, her breasts were still small, but now they were perky and swollen into a lovely feminine shape. There was no way she could ever have pretended to be a boy as she had done with breasts like these. She hated them.

“Yes, you’ll make for a lovely roast. Well, time to hang and gut you. Won’t be long now.” She said, with what Ashliegh was beginning to realise, was pure honesty. The girl pressed a button on the machine, and Ashliegh’s bound body was raised to the ceiling by her spread legs.

“Gutting?” Tilly asked fearfully. “You’re going to gut us?”
The naive schoolgirl’s stupidity was finally beginning to grind on Ashleigh. How could anyone be so hopelessly clueless?

“My baby’s going to be sausage meat.” Repeated Kate under her breath, in a way that Ash couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a question, or a statement.

The blue haired girl came back to Kate with a sharp filleting knife.
“You ready, cow?”