Sonia went to work on the pregnant Kate with a professional attitude. Her hands firmly grasped where she had been trained to, and the knife was sharp and well maintained. It glided through the preggo’s belly like butter. Thick wormy intestines dribbled out through the clean line she drew down to the woman’s sternum.

Her guts just flopped out through the torn liming that was supposed to hold them in.
Ashleigh could see Kate’s baby, kicking inside her womb, as the organ fell into the bloody pile below her. There was the faint, muffled sound of a baby crying within.

Kate’s eyes went wild, and she screeched like a banshee, it didn’t look pleasant.
The butcher girl kicked the guts into a nearby floor disposal unit, the sound of a set of metal meshed blades whirred loudly, and the sound of a crying baby stopped.

Soon, the male butcher on Ash’s other side started to go to work on Tilly. The highschooler went absolutely petrified. All she could muster as she was sliced open was a pathetic mouse-like squeaking.

Finished with Kate, Sonia moved back to Ashleigh. She felt the employee’s hands warmly cup her neck, pulling gently down on her chin, to keep her in position as he blade traced a bloody line from her pubic mound to her ribcage.

Ashleigh felt a guttural scream erupt from between her lips, and a hot squirt of urine arced from her pussy, and landed on her pubis. The pain was unbearable. The tomboy behaved just like any other scared girl would, as her guts were pulled in thick handfuls from her belly. Every time that girl pulled out a wadded up mess of intestines, Ashliegh felt emptier and emptier, until all her innards were on the floor, filling up the guts grinder.

The blue haired girl smiled at a job well done, and let her foot kick the pedal that started the mincing machine that ground her guts into a thick pink meat slop that was dumped into a clear plastic container underneath mixed up with Kate’s baby, and Tilly’s guts,

Ashleigh felt tired, heavy, and hurt. She breathed labouredly. Ash couldn’t even muster a scream anymore, her throat felt hoarse from all the screaming she had already done, though.

The girl stitched up Ash’s empty belly, like she was a surgeon.
“Uuuuuuunnnggggh” she groaned as her butcher lined up a clear plastic pipe with her pussy and pushed it in until Ash’s pink lips stretched wide around the plastic as if it were a man’s dick. In piped a mess of stuffing.

The weight of it in her belly hurt, as it filled up on top of her heart and lungs, making it harder still to breathe. Her eyes struggled to look up to the piping machine above her… she was being stuffed with an Orange and Fennel breadcrumb mix. She knew the type… how odd, she always kind of liked that one.

Ash’s freshly slit and stitched belly swelled with stuffing until she felt sick and bloated.