Pt 8

“Don’t climb too high!” Jessica cautioned her little daughter as she happily scrambled up the climbing frame that resembled a giant spider’s web made from this rope. Even as she was speaking, it struck the young mum as a little odd to be worrying about the safety of a child who was going to be killed and cooked the next day but certain habits come instinctively to a mother. Besides, if Claire were to fall and badly injure herself, breaking an arm or a leg, she would be faced with the decision of either spending the rest of their last day together in hospital and having her in a cast, possibly in a lot of pain and discomfort and grumbling at the wedding or taking her straight to the kitchen, having her put out of her misery and her body kept refrigerated until it was time for dinner which would mean doing without her little flower-girl at the wedding which, after all, was supposed to be a family event. No, all in all, it was better that she exercise the same level of vigilance over the four year old that day as she would on any other.

Jessica had planned for it to be a normal mother-and-daughter day, without thinking about what was going to happen to her little girl the next day. It was something she had agreed to and was perfectly okay with but she still did not really like to think too much about it, especially in relation to Claire who, she was fairly sure, had only gone along with the idea because her older sisters had and it seemed to her like the thing to do. Yet as she looked at the little girl, barely more than a toddler, clambering around the ropes like a little monkey with her chubby thighs emerging from the shorts that barely covered her noticeably round butt and her vest caught on one of the ropes, showing off her belly, all Jessica could think of was how delicious she was going to taste. She could not help but imagine the soft, lightly tanned skin roasted a deep golden brown and that belly, stuffed with breadcrumbs, vegetables, herbs and spices, bulging with a line of stitches running down the middle.

It was a warm day and several small children, Claire’s age and younger, were in the paddling pool. Some were in clammy, wet underwear but most were nude and, try as she might, Jessica could not help imaging the pool as a kind of buffet or lobster tank at a restaurant. Eyeing up the selection of cute little butts, pussies, bellies and limbs on display, she could not help imagining how each child might taste and the different ways they could be cooked. She was snapped out of her ponderings only when Claire ran over asking to be pushed on the swing.

After about an hour in the playground, Claire was feeling tired and Jessica suggested they go back to the room for something to eat. As they walked, holding hands, Claire complained that she was feeling all sticky and sweaty from playing so Jessica suggested she could have a bath or shower before lunch. Claire pondered this for a moment before opting for a shower as, to her mind, baths were things that happened just before bed and she was not ready to go to bed yet!

Realising that it was a busy time of day and room-service would probably not come all that quickly, Jessica suggested that they choose what they wanted before Claire’s shower so they would not have to wait too long afterwards. For once, she told the excited little girl, she could have absolutely anything she wanted as long as she promised not to make herself sick! Laying on her tummy on the bed, Claire looked at the pictures of the children’s menu presented on the final page of the main menu. After much careful deliberation, she opted for a burger and chips. And chicken nuggets. And a pizza. And baked beans. Followed by icecream with strawberry sauce and sprinkles!

“Wow! You sure you can eat all that?” Jessica laughed, knowing full well that her daughter would manage less than half of it and, not liking to see food go to waste, she would end up finishing most of it herself. “Careful you don’t go pop!” She pounced on Claire and began to tickle her while the child giggled hysterically. “Mind you, if you do eat all of that, it will save the cooks some time tomorrow!”

“Why’s that?” Claire asked, pausing in her struggle to escape the tickle-monster.

“Because your tummy will already be stuffed!” Jessica laughed, lifting up Claire’s top and blowing a big raspberry on her belly.

As the small girl continued to giggle and squirm, Jessica sat up and picked up the phone by the bed, pressing 0 for Reception then placing the order for her daughter’s lavish lunch, making sure to only order a salad for herself so that she would have room for all of Claire’s leftovers. It made her a little sad to do so as there were so many delicious-looking items on the adult menu but none so delicious-looking as the giggling little item on the bed next to her. Tomorrow would be the day she got to indulge in the best food – today was Claire’s day to be spoiled and treated.

The woman at reception agreed that the food would be delivered in one hour and Jessica thanked her before putting down the phone.

“Now, let’s get you undressed!” She grinned, patting Claire on her shorts-clad backside. The little girl sat up happily and held up her arms for her mum to pull off her vest then lay on her back and pushed down with her feet, thrusting her hips into the air. Jessica took hold of the elastic of both her shorts and panties and pulled them off in one motion leaving the giggling four year old naked on the bed. Claire folder her arms behind her head, crossed her feet and lay as if she was sunbathing. Jessica could not help but run her eyes over the meaty little body – she could almost smell the delicious cooked meat.

“You’re definitely going to be a very tasty little chicken!” Jessica informed her happy daughter. “In fact I don’t think I want to wait until tomorrow!” she teased with a wolfish grin. “I’m going to gobble you up right now!” With that, she pounced on her daughter again but instead of tickling, she acted like a wild animal trying to eat her, complete with snapping teeth and growling. Claire giggled again and tried to defend herself as her mother playfully nipped at her belly and chest, occasionally flicking out her tongue and licking the little girl’s salty skin. Slowly she moved from pantomiming big bites to making real little gentle nips, interspersed with kisses. At first she focussed on Claire’s cute pot-belly but then moved up and tickled each nipple with the tip of her tongue. Her heart beating very rapidly, Jessica looked between her daughter’s flailing legs and slowly licked her lips.

Although her marriage to her late husband had been a very happy and physical one, and her sex life with Frank was extremely active, Jessica had never been exclusively into men. From her sexual awakening in her early teens right up until she met and fell for her first husband, she had just as many girlfriends as boyfriends. Now she was looking down at her four year old daughter’s smooth, thick, juicy-looking pussy. She had seen it thousands of times before of course but this time felt like something new. For the first time she was seeing it as a source of sexual pleasure and exploration rather than just another part of her child’s body she needed to keep clean. She was already exploring the small girl’s body with her lips and tongue, why not go a little further?

While Claire continued to giggle, Jessica slowly lowered her face and began to explore the small girl’s smooth opening with her tongue. She had never experienced this with a girl so young before – the youngest body she had ever explored was when she was thirteen with another girl her own age. She could not help noticing how similar yet different the tiny girl’s immature pussy felt. One thing was clear from the happy noises Claire was making, however – Jessica’s technique worked just as well on a four year old as it did on an adult!

In the spa, Megan and Laura were enjoying one of the hot-tubs and were pleased to find that they could order drinks to be brought to them. As their status as meat-girls was noted on the hotel’s system, they were allowed to order alcohol yet, as neither were experienced drinkers, they had taken the advice of the young woman who took their order and gone for a half-and-half mix of white wine and lemonade in a champagne flutes. The resulting drink was sweet and easy to drink with just enough of a kick to make them feel a little giggly. They certainly felt sophisticated and very grown-up, relaxing in the warm, bubbling water with their drinks.

The spa was well-patronised without being busy and no area so far had felt especially crowded. At first, Laura had been a little self-conscious about walking around naked with so many strangers, including men, around and had kept her robe on whenever possible but it had not taken her long to realise that, since everybody was naked, nobody really cared and, as Megan had pointed out, she was likely to get far more attention at the wedding wandering around nude in front of the clothed guests so she might as well get used to it.

Although the hot-tub was easily big enough to hold ten adults comfortably and maybe as many as fifteen if they were intimate friends, the spit-sisters were only sharing it with two other people at that time – an elderly couple staying at the hotel for their fiftieth wedding anniversary. They had been curious about the girls and had asked them in a friendly way about their visit. Megan had excitedly explained that they were there for a family wedding at which they would be the main course! The old lady had seemed pleased to hear this and happily recounted how her two younger sisters had been among the first British girls to be cooked at the first Sidney’s in the UK and how she would have liked to have joined them but the age restrictions were much tighter at the time and she had been too old. By the time the age limit was raised far enough that she could have thought about volunteering, she was already married with small children and it didn’t seem fair on them.

She went on to explain how one of her daughters and several of her granddaughters had gone on to be cooked, some at restaurants but most at family parties so she could understand how excited the girls must be to be on the menu for the wedding.

“Hello.” A young man of maybe nineteen or twenty, dressed in the uniform of the spa came over and leant forward to talk to the girls. “Are you Laura and Megan?” The girls confirmed that they were. “Great!” the young man smiled at them, making both girls’ hearts flutter a little and Laura push her chest forward slightly, subconsciously emphasising her small breasts. “I’m Steve. I’ve come to take you for your treatments.” The girls exchanged goodbyes with the elderly couple who wished them good luck and expressed the hope that they would enjoy themselves at the wedding then climbed out of the hot-tub onto the decking. Both felt somewhere between anxious and excited to be stood naked in front of this handsome young man but Steve did not appear to be ogling them or even particularly looking. Perhaps he simply saw so many naked girls as part of his work that he had all but stopped noticing.

“You’re welcome to put your robes on,” he told the dripping girls, “or just carry them. We’re not going far.” As he started to lead the way towards a door in the far wall he smiled over his shoulder at the girls who had both opted to carry their robes over their arms, hiding the front of their bodies. “Honestly girls,” he chuckled, “you really don’t have to be shy around me. I’ve seen it all before and honestly,” he winked cheekily, “you don’t have that much of interest to me anyway! Now if you had an older brother with you, that might be another matter!” Both girls chuckled but felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. On the one hand, if Steve was gay then they did not have to feel self-conscious about him looking at their naked bodies, or for that matter, take it personally if he seemed disinterested. On the other hand, it meant that no amount of flirting or flaunting would get them anywhere with this handsome young man.

“Guess we just have to save ourselves for Frank!” Laura whispered to Megan and both girls giggled.

“Yup!” Megan agreed. “Pretty sure he’s up for buying what we’re selling!”

If Steve heard the girls’ hushed conversation, he made no comment as he ushered them through the door into a room lit with soft, purple-tinted mood-lighting. Gentle, relaxing music was playing through the speakers mounted high on the wall and, set into the floor, were four troughs, slightly longer and wider than typical bath-tubs. A young woman in the same uniform as Steve was waiting for them in there. The girls noticed a trolley with two large tubs on it.

“Hi there!” The young woman grinned, apparently far more genuinely happy to see them than the receptionist had been at first. “I’m Kelly. I’ll be helping Steve with your treatments.” The girls smiled in that friendly but slightly awkward way everyone does when introduced to new people. “What we’re going to do here is completely remove all your body hair. Now I see you’re both pretty smooth already,” she glanced pointedly down to the girls’ hairless vulvae – Megan’s kept smooth with hair removal cream and Laura’s still naturally so, “but you’d be amazed how much thin, almost invisible hair you have all over your body!” Laura absent-mindedly ran a hand along her forearm. She knew that her arms were quite hairy for a girl as some of her friends liked to tease her about it, although never in an especially mean way. “You probably won’t notice most of it until it’s gone,” Kelly continued, “but trust me, you’ll be surprised how velvety-soft your skin fells afterwards!”

“It’s a special two-part chemical reaction.” Steve explained in response to the unasked question Megan had just opened her mouth to form. Clearly he was used to women and girls prepping themselves for the kitchen wanting to know how it worked. “Completely painless and non-toxic. What happens is we rub you all over, apart from your faces, with the gel in these pots, then you get into the bath and the liquid in the bath reacts with the gel to dissolve any hair. Neither part of their own will do anything which is why we don’t need to wear gloves and, although we’ll try to keep your hair out of the bath,” he gestured at the tubs which, the girls noticed, had moulded head-rests at one end, “but if a little trails in, it shouldn’t be a problem!”

“Ah!” Laura grinned. “That’s really clever!”

“That’s exactly what I said when Steve explained it to me!” Kelly replied with a chuckle before leaning in and whispering conspiratorially. “You know, when I started, I couldn’t resist having a go myself so I got Steve to give me the treatment after work one evening, that’s how I know how it feels afterwards! Mind you,” she chuckled, “you girls are really lucky you’re getting cooked tomorrow. I was itchy for a week once the hair started growing back! You won’t have to experience that at least!” The girls giggled.

“Right!” Steve smiled, “Let’s get started shall we? Laura, Kelly will see to you and I’ll do Megan, if you’ll pardon the expression!” Both he and Megan blushed a little as he caught the unintentional double entendre, making Kelly and Laura giggle, but soon everyone composed themselves and the young spa employees started their work, having the girls stand with feet apart and arms by their sides, held slightly outwards, as they coated their meaty young bodies in the cool gel.