I did a couple things I don't usually do. just branching out, seeing what I end up liking :)

Meatgirl Destiny


Rebecca fidgeted nervously as her lawyer looked over the paperwork the DA had just left them with. She had been at a high school party when the police showed up. She didn’t know how many of her friends had gotten away, but she was more conditioned to fuck the entire baseball team than to run from cops and she hadn’t made it out of the backyard. Her BAC was more than triple the legal limit for a minor, so she was arrested on the spot. This was not good, the mayor had recently announced that the town was going to punish underage drinking more harshly. Too many drunk drivers had damaged young meat, which was a terrible waste.



Rebecca was stressed, she had recently been accepted to Whore University. While not as prestigious a school or a career as Spitmuffin University, it was still Cann-Ivy League. If she lost her spot there over this, she would never be a high class Companion or Escort, she might have to be…..gasp!……a worker! Humanity still needed all the other jobs to get done, and people had to do them, but not Rebecca. She was BETTER than that! She was 5’7, raven hair, perky C-cups, and a slender build, aside from her meaty thighs that rubbed together deliciously in her Daisy Dukes. With her toned body and those thighs that could very clearly leave a lover gasping and spent, it was clear that she had dedicated her life to meeting the Certified Whore standards. She was meant to be the best of the best, famous and desired until the day came for her to be cooked and served to her final clients, that was her DESTINY!!



Her lawyer sighed and pushed the files away, Rebecca looked at him hopefully ‘Well it’s not good’. Rebecca tensed ‘Am I losing my acceptance to WU?’. Her lawyer blinked, hesitated, then burst out laughing until he had to wipe away tears. ‘Oh young lady, we are WAY past that. They only managed to catch two other students from the party. Those two had powerful relatives, so their names will be kept out of the papers….but they are already dead’. Rebecca paled, her eyes got huge. This was bad, this was really, really bad. To ride the spit now, before getting her certification, that would be so humiliating! Her lawyer was talking again, Rebecca tuned back in “Sorry, I missed that last bit” her lawyer repeated “ I was saying I’m afraid it actually gets worse. When they said they laws were getting tougher, they were NOT joking”.



Rebecca waited, too afraid to ask. Her lawyer took a deep breath, his client would have a hard time with this. “Since you are the only one they caught who is able to stand trial, all the crimes from the party are being laid on you. Drinking, property damage, resisting arrest, drug use, use of a condom without Population Management permits, possession of stolen property. I know it wasn’t all you, but those are the new rules, those caught at parties with underage drinking are liable for all crimes committed there. As things stand, they are looking at grinding you for dog food”.



Rebecca froze. She had no awareness of squeezing the arms of her chair, but the wood was creaking it her hands. She forgot how to breathe, she was aware of every beat of her heart, it was like a drum, every surge of the blood in her veins threw off her equilibrium. She was dizzy, the world was spinning, her mouth was bone dry. She heard a noise, felt warmth at her crotch, she had peed herself. She rose numbly, walked to the attached bathroom, knelt and gripped the toilet. Her system began to violently empty itself, and she came back into herself. She sat there, retching and sobbing, the overwhelming, chest crushing, helpless sobs of a girl who’d had everything the day before and whose happy world had just turned into Hell. Dog food was the worst possible fate. Usually only the bit humans didn’t eat were used for that, NEVER a whole person, NEVER. Rebecca had heard of serial killers and terrorists who got better ends than that. She was a Grade A, even the D or F grade girls, those who were too unattractive by too many criteria to even be raped at a frat party were turned into burgers or hot dogs, at least they were eaten by PEOPLE!



Rebecca didn’t know how long she laid there. Her stomach was empty, she was out of tears, her throat was raw from sobbing, and her shaking had left every muscle limp and throbbing. She heard a noise, painfully rolled over, and saw her lawyer coming back in. She hadn’t even noticed him leaving. He seemed vaguely surprised, “Huh, I didn’t know if you would still be alive. If you had gotten up while I was gone, you’d have seen that I left a knife on the table. No matter, come over here, I just from spoke to the judge and the DA, and you might be interested in the results”. Rebecca slowly, painfully crawled over. She hauled herself up to the chair, her lawyer said “The prosecutor offered you a choice, you can take your chances with a trial. If they go to the expense of a trial and they find you guilty, you are going to the slowest grinder they can find and you are dog food, or they find you not guilty and you go free. That’s option A. Option B is a plea bargain, you confess to all of the crimes, then you are butchered and sold for parts, just exactly the same as a C grade. No picture on the label, no audience, nobody will ever know they are eating you, only the people closest to you are likely to remember you, but you’ll be eaten by people”.



Rebecca thought about it “What are my odds in a trial?” her lawyer shook his head “Don’t do it, just don’t. It won’t be a ‘trial’ so much as them making an example”. Rebecca took a deep breath “Well I guess I don’t have much choice, I’ll take the plea”. Her lawyer nodded “I figured you would. You need to sign this full confession, then get undressed. Once we file the papers, they won’t take too long before they come for you” Rebecca nodded and complied, signing at the bottom of the paper and removing her clothes. Her lawyer handed off the confession, then came back and stood behind her. He reached down and slipped two fingers in her tight snatch, Rebecca jumped ‘What are you doing??” She grunted as he bent her over hard, pushing her face down on the table. He leaned down, his breath loud and warm in her ear “Taking my fee”.



Twenty minutes later, Rebecca was embarrassed, her anus ached from paying her lawyer, and she was strapped to a large slab of wood. A doctor came in and gave her an injection. Her body had quickly gone largely numb, and her head was in the clouds. She had tried to protest, a Grade A meat girl like herself was supposed to die in pain! But she had been ignored. She was not a Grade A, she was a felon, sentenced to the exact same death as any other parts girl, and she should be damn thankful. Parts girls got heavy painkillers before butchering, so Vanessa did as well.



Vanessa was TRIPPING BALLS, these drugs were really good. If felt like her spirit was floating, only held down by this heavy body. The room was spinning and she saw three times as many people as were actually present, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, just surreal. Her tongue felt huge, she couldn’t form words, it was like novacaine all through her body.



The butcher stepped up to her with a knife, large and gleaming. Vanessa was too bombed to tense up. She felt pressure on her belly, it seemed to catch for a moment, then dragged down, from ribs to her bikini line. The butcher pulled a bin over and there were some unpleasant sounds. Vanessa suddenly felt hollow, and WONDERFUL. The only thing keeping her from feeling like she was flying was the weight of her body, and that was nearly GONE! Vanessa felt like she was full of clouds, light and happy. Why had she wanted to be a Grade A, to die in pain, when this was what parts girls got? She truly couldn’t understand it, this was so much nicer. When the butcher got other knives and came for her limbs, she got even lighter!



Vanessa didn’t notice when she died, she just flew higher into her trippy vision of soaring and never came back down. She was forgotten in a few months by all but her family and some close friends. Her meat was higher quality than any of the other packages around it, but the guy who bought it in the store couldn’t taste the difference, girl sausage was girl sausage once his grinder was done, neither he nor his dog really cared.