Since she was a little girl, Melody had wanted to be a Riraito’s Fine Meats Snuffslut. It had started when her older sister, Lucy, had won the meat lottery.

Their father had purchased the two of them VIP backstage tours of the butchery to watch as Lucy was processed into meat.

She’d had a vague idea that her family ate people for dinner sometimes, but until then, she hadn’t fully comprehended the true horrors of a modern meat plant.

They treated Lucy and her fellow meatgirls like livestock, herding them from one humiliation to another.

First the girls were required to strip themselves naked. Then they were poked and prodded and judged on the qualities of their bodies. After that they were made to shower and shit. Melody and her dad had watched from the video monitors in the hidden VIP room above the bathroom.

Finally, they were taken, chained in line by the neck to the kill floor. There they could witness the inhumane depravity being inflicted on the meatgirls who had gone before them.

Melody had observed intently as her sister had been pulled to gutted alive, her intestines stringed out of her stomach cavity, and dumped down an incinerator chute to be burned away.

Some of the other VIP’s had masturbated right there beside her. She hadn’t put her own hand inside her pussy, she had felt too embarrassed at the time. By the time Lucy was an empty husk, Melody had creamed her panties.

Her daddy had smiled and told her that’
“One day, she’d be a hunk of lifeless meat just like Lucy too.”

Young Melody had liked that idea a lot.

Years passed, and Melody grew into a beautiful woman, even if she was fairly unconfident in her looks. She was now ever more in love with the idea of becoming a meatgirl like her older sister had. She was older now than Lucy ever had been, yet still her lottery number hadn’t yet been called.

Melody was beginning to wonder if her time would ever come. One by one, her friends were all starting to get rounded up for conversion, but she hadn’t been picked herself yet. Her lottery number never came up on the weekly draws.

So on her 21st birthday, she decided that she would volunteer her body at the local branch of Riraito’s fine meats. It would be her birthday gift to herself.

The meatpacking plant she arrived it was cold and sterile. The pleasant local butchery that fronted the factory smelled faintly of blood and lemon scented cleaner. There was a handsome man behind the counter who called her up. His sandy coloured hair was cut short, and it suited him well.

“How can I help you today ma'am?” He asked curtly, lounging behind the desk. Melody brushed the hair from her eyes and stared at the lurid volunteer pamphlets that decorated the polished wooden information desk. All the naked meatgirls on the covers looked so happy.
She knew she was making the right decision.

“I’d like to volunteer to be processed,” she said matter of factly. She wanted to come off as sounding confident, but ended up coming across as nervous and unsure.

The man in blue overalls leaned forwards and pushed an official looking form with government seals on it.
“Fill out the volunteer form, and sign it.. we have plenty of execution options available. From the quick and painless, to the torturous and dragged out. Have you already picked one out, or would you like some help deciding?” he enquired helpfully.

Melody blushed at the attention, she didn’t think she was worthy of it.
“No thanks, I already know how I want to go out. I’ve been thinking about it for years.” She said, quickly selecting the boxes for live oven roasting, blue doneness, and post cooking head destruction. She signed it and handed it back to him.

Her sudden decisiveness seemed to pique his attention.

“Mmm, that's an unusual method, most volunteers opt for something fast, and choose to leave their heads intact so they can look pretty in death.” He noted, as he studied the details she’d printed on the surface of the paper.

Melody nodded. “I want you to smash my face. I’m too ugly. So I chose to put my head through the blender. I hope I'm still alive when it happens. I don’t want people to see me as anything other than a fried torso.” She blurted it all out in a single unbroken sentence, like a girl with aspergers talking about her favourite subject. He looked at her like he didn’t believe a word that the gorgeous girl said about her appearance, but was happy to play along with her insecurities..

“We’ll kick that disassembly line into production. We didn’t have it scheduled for operation today, it was supposed to get some regular maintenance today but we can delay that, heat up the ovens, spin up the blenders, and start reassigning lottery meatgirls to join you in the line.” He said with a thoughtful expression. Melody guessed he was the type that enjoyed his work.

“My goodness, you’re going to force all those girls to die in the same way as me, just because I requested an industrial cooking instead of a personal one? That’s amazing” Her pussy was dripping wet.

“Sure we will. A volunteer's execution should be perfect. A meatgirl only gets to do it once, after all.” He said coyly. “Hmm, speaking of things you only get to do once, I see here you’ve marked yourself as down as a virgin.”

“Um, yes… I'm not very pretty like the other girls, so I’ve never had the courage to ask a boy out. I’m just a worthless snuffslut after all. It wouldn’t be worth the effort to fuck me. I’m not experienced at all“ she replied, blushing furiously.

“nonesense, it's my lunch break in a few minutes. I’ll come down to the meatgrade waiting rooms and sort you out personally. A snuffslut who knows her place like you deserves a dicking at least once before she gets popped.” He mused

“I don’t think that’s necessary, I wouldn't be a very good lay, I’ve never done it before. You’d be disappointed, I’m sure."

“Well, you’ve already signed your body away to the facility, so you’re mine to do with as I please. You’re no longer a pretty girl. You’re meat now. Now get your ass to the reception corridor so your attendance can be recorded for the meat manifest, Sow!” he ordered, slapping her on the backside of her jeans.

Melody was a little surprised by his sudden shift of personality. It was as if the minute she’d put her pen to paper, he no longer considered her to be human any longer. He thought of her as merely livestock. Her worth to him was now entirely based around her physical body. She breathed heavily and lustfully at the thought.
“Yes, Butcher, this sow will obey.” She lowered her head diminutively to signal her submission..

He seemed pleased that she seemed to know her place. He smiled greedily as she walked through the sliding glass doors into the waiting area for the meatgirl reception.

The cold air of the air-conditioner blasted her as she stepped through the threshold. There were already lines of girls waiting to have their names and meat ID’s catalogued so they could strip naked and begin their process of being converted into meat.

Melody lined up behind a little clique of about 5 beautiful ladies, all of them looked a little bit older than her. They were nattering among themselves, having started a little conversation to help calm their nerves. They made her feel nervous.

The man from the reception strode up to the naked blonde volunteer receptionist and whispered something in her ear. She reacted as though it was something pleasantly scandalous. She used her fingers pointing to count out the girls in the line from the back. She stopped at the short haired brunette five girls ahead of Melody.

The receptionist looked at her intake forms on her tablet screen and searched for a name to match the face.
“Fiona Nichols, Meatgirl ID 65737952 please raise your hand” the receptionist called.
The short haired brunette raised her hand gingerly.
“And Mrs Patricia Waller, Meatgirl ID 8987576, also raise your hand” she continued
The big blonde milf with the big boobs four people back in the line tentatively raised her hand as well.

“Ok, every meatgirl between the two pigs raising their hands in the air, we’re pushing your snuff timetables up a bit to fill a special order. It's going to be unpleasant for you all, but you’ll probably still be alive when you finish cooking. So at least you'll get to experience leaving the oven. Most girls don’t get that honour” She stated, ushering the gaggle of 10 girls including Melody to the front of the line.

They all looked a bit queasy about the prospect. It sounded like something from a top selling snuff video. The tall, fair, teenager directly behind Melody, with shoulder length mousy brown hair, squeaked with a thick European accent “Vaat? You’re joking right? I'm just foreign transfer student from Germany. It’s crazy my number vaas even drawn at all, I've only been here a veek. Now you’re saying you're going to cook me alive?

“Well, you wanted the full Dolcett cultural experience girl, now I guess you got it” piped up a redhead from near the back of the line .
“My name’s Hannah, what’s yours?” she asked

“Gertrude, it is a pleasure to meet you…it is a shame though, that it is under these circumstances.” The German girl answered


“Mom, I don’t wanna burn alive, please don’t let them do this to me.” a blonde girl about the same age as the transfer student begged the Milf who was bringing up the rear.

“Candace Jane Waller, I didn’t raise you to be a whiner. You’re a meatgirl now, it's high time you act like it.” Patricia, The big bosomed blonde said strictly.

“But mom, you didn’t raise me to be a side of roast beef either. James was gonna ask me out to the prom, I know it.. I’m too young to die!” the teen cried.

“You know very well that they roast girls half your age in facilities like these… You’re not special Candace, you’re just another young calf to be slaughtered. So toughen up and accept your new role.” Her mother reprimanded her sternly.

The fight between the mother and daughter pair of meatgirls continued to drone on as they failed to agree on anything. It was an odd set of circumstances to get a mother and daughter winning the lottery at the same time.

Melody was drenching her panties. All these girls were already going to be snuffed today, but her selfish volunteer request had doomed them to suffer for a prolonged period beside her.

She was responsible for all the pain and suffering they were about to endure.

“Step past the reception desk and disrobe, your butcher will guide you for a meatgrade assignment.” ordered the receptionist sternly

“Oh, my god, I’m not ready” came the voice of the girl in front that had been identified by the receptionist as Fiona Nichols. The meatgirl posed to show off her assets better as she unbuttoned her blouse. Melody supposed she was a bit vain.

“Me neither, ” said Hannah, the redhead near the back of the line as she pulled down her pastel pink panties. “I thought I was going to be fine with it, after all, I’ve known this day was probably coming for most of my life, but in the end I just can’t get used to the idea that they’re gonna roast me alive. It’s all so barbaric, isn’t it?

“I’m kinda feeling excited but terrified. My heart’s beating out of my chest… or maybe it's just nerves?” Said patricia as she unclipped her braziere and her ample titties bounced around. “ It feels weird knowing by this afternoon, I won’t be alive anymore. The whole thing is so cold and dehumanising”

Melody was entranced by the Milf’s gorgeous breasts. She imagined how succulent they would be once fully fried by the oven.

The butcher from the front desk strode up beside Melody and leaned down to whisper delicately in her ear. “You see those older cows in front of you? I’m gonna make sure they go first. Give you a good view of what’s going to happen to you before you go through it yourself. You’d like that wouldn’t you snuffslut?”

Melody nodded meekly, afraid to answer out loud in case any of the other meatgirls overheard her.