Happy Meat
By
Edward Hyde


“Since 1979,” the grinning clown mascot on the screen explained, “our Happy Meals have been delighting girls and boys the world over.” Photographs of happy families enjoying their McDonalds meal filled the screen in quick succession, starting with slightly grainy snaps through better quality photographs up to professional-quality digital pictures, the changing times marked as much by the fashions of those in the pictures as by the quality of the photographs themselves. “In all that time,” Ronald continued, “we have only used the best quality meats!” A picture of a delicious-looking burger and pile of nuggets was shown for a moment before being replaced with pictures of cows and chickens out in sunny green pastures.

“But now,” the camera cut back to a close-up of Ronald McDonald, “we’ve decided to make a change! Because what better to make meals for happy children from than other happy children! What do you say, kids?” The camera zoomed out to show Ronald kneeling in front of the counter at a McDonalds restaurant, surrounded by a dozen or so boys and girls between the ages of around six and eight, all naked apart from paper hats with the Happy Meal logo on them, the kind that are left out for children in the restaurants along with the colouring pictures. Some also wore glasses or earrings and one even had a hearing aid but none wore a stitch of clothing. Behind them were other costumed mascots of the Hamburglar, Mayor McCheese. Birdie and Grimace.

“Yaaaay!” The children all cheered, waving their arms and jumping for joy as the costumed characters bounced around behind them. Ronald then led them on a conga around the restaurant while they sang “We wanna be Happy Meals” to the tune of “Bobby’s Girl.” Ronald broke off from the conga line which continued in the background behind him to address the camera directly once more. “All our kids are locally sourced and home-raised so if you’d like to be part of a Happy Meal, volunteer in store or come along to any of our state of the art, walk-in automated processing centres!” A picture of a cheerful-looking red brick building that, with its cheerful signage and colourful cut-outs of the characters around the door, looked more like a day-care than a slaughter house appeared on the screen along with a web address to help interested parents find their nearest location.

When the scene cut back to the interior of the restaurant, an implausibly attractive and happy-looking family were sat at a round table in the middle. The conga line of naked children circled them then made its way towards the kitchen where Grimace stood at the door to usher them through. Ronald then went to the counter where he was presented with two Happy Meal boxes. Holding them aloft like trophies, he danced his way over to the table and presented them to the brother and sister. The girl pulled out a cheeseburger and the boy a nugget. Both stared at their food in joy as if it were a lump of gold or a rare jewel then took big bites while their parents looked on with adoring fondness.

“Mmm!” exclaimed the girl as the camera zoomed in on her. “I want to be a Happy Meal too!” The shot froze on her grinning face as Ronald McDonald informed the audience in voice-over:

“Remember, happy kids make happy heat for Happy Meals! Only at McDonalds!” As he spoke, colourful captions declaring “Happy Kids!”, “Happy Meat!” and “Happy Meals!” were superimposed on the screen then replaced by the McDonalds logo and familiar “I’m Lovin’ it!” jingle as the commercial came to an end.

“Wow that’s so cool!” Zara turned and grinned at her dad as a toy commercial followed the fast food ad, filling the airspace before her cartoon resumed. “I want to be a Happy Meal, Daddy! Can I?” She got up on her knees and crawled towards him, hands clasped together as if in prayer. “Please, please, please!”

“I guess!” her dad Martin chuckled. Lately his seven year old had been asking a lot of questions about the girl-meat industry and asking if she looked tasty. She had even dressed as Sidney Roebuck for Halloween, despite his warnings about the chilliness of the season! He had known it was only a matter of time before she asked to be harvested and he supposed ending up on the menu at McDonalds knowing she would make other children happy with her meat was as good an outcome as any. “If that’s what you really want? You sure you wouldn’t rather be cooked at Sidney’s? Or even Jessie-T’s if you want to be burgers? Mr Appleby could butcher you and sell you in his shop? He always comments how delicious you look when we go in!”

“No, Daddy.” The little pyjama-clad girl shook her head. “I want to be a Happy Meal so whoever eats me gets a toy too!”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic!” Martin shook his head in amusement. “I’ve actually seen one of those processing centres near where I work! I’d been wondering what it was, actually!”

“Well now you know!” Zara giggled. “Will you take me there today, Daddy? Pleeeese?” She pushed her hands together again and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Wow, someone’s keen!” Martin exclaimed with a chuckle. “If that’s what you really want,” he held out his arms to her, “then of course you can!”

“Oh Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Zara sprung to her feet, leaped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around her neck almost in a single, fluid motion and, before her knew it, Martin was being smothered with enthusiastic and delighted kisses. “Ooh I should tell Toby!” She leapt off his lap as quickly as she had leapt on and dived towards her phone which lay on the carpet in front of the TV where she had been playing on it.

Toby was her best friend, ever since they were at nursery, and the pair did everything together, although Zara had a habit of getting cross if anyone called him her boyfriend! Martin had a feeling he knew how the conversation would go as he listened to his daughter tell her friend the good news so was not at all surprised when she turned to him, her hand over the microphone, and asked if Toby could come too and join her in being harvested.

“If it’s okay with his parents.” Martin smiled, holding out his hand, “Maybe he could put them on so I can speak to them?” Zara handed over her phone and, on the other end, Toby did as he was asked and, within a few minutes, everything was arranged with Toby’s mum. “I’m not exactly sure how they handle payment,” Martin confessed, “it’s probably easier for me to accept it all and pass on half but I’d better have your details just in case. Uh-huh?” He grabbed a pen and wrote down Toby’s mum’s bank details and a couple of different phone numbers to try her on in case the staff at the processing centre needed to confirm that he was authorised to sell her son. By the time he handed the phone back to his daughter, who was at that moment expressing her joy through a mixture of dance and gymnastics in the middle of the living room while singing the admittedly catchy ear-worm about wanting to be a Happy Meal, Toby’s mum was looking for her car keys to bring the equally excited young boy over.

It was not too long after that the doorbell rang and Zara rushed to answer it. Standing behind her as she flung the door open, Martin saw Toby’s mum in her car at the end of the path, waving to her son and blowing him a goodbye kiss. He gave an apologetic wave and smile when it became clear that the little boy was paying no attention what so ever. In fact, the pair were already holding hands in the hallway and dancing in a circle singing “We’re gonna be Happy Meals!” at the tops of their voices. Martin closed the door as the woman drove away laughing indulgently.

“Why don’t you two go play in the garden?” he suggested. “I still need to look up the details of the processing centre and what exactly we need to do!” The jubilant pair did not need telling twice and quickly scampered out into the garden, shedding their clothes as they went and could soon be seen through the French windows jumping through the spray of an upturned garden sprinkler hose. Martin chuckled and took his laptop out to the kitchen so he could make a coffee while he researched.

Finding the site was easy enough! There were plenty of colourful pictures of happy, naked kids playing in the waiting area which resembled the play area in a lot of the larger restaurants. He noticed how, just like with the advert, the children in the photos seemed to be a carefully curated mix of ages and ethnicities with even one little boy in a wheelchair joining in the fun by playing catch with a cute Indian girl with one of the balls from the ball-pit. There were even pictures of the processing area which, honestly, looked more like a theme-park ride than a slaughter-house, complete with cheerful animatronic characters! Although there were no images of children actually being harvested, there were various written assurances that the process was quick, as close to painless as possible and fun right up until the end!

A few more clicks gave Martin the information he was looking for – that volunteers were paid for by unclothed weight and that no booking was required. The site explained that children were processed in batches of twenty with the average wait time being forty minutes although this could be shorter on a busy day and longer on days when fewer volunteers arrived or if complete batches such as school classes or gym clubs arrived, in which case they might be processed ahead of individual volunteers. There was a guarantee that no volunteer children would wait longer than two hours for harvesting and that a smaller batch could be processed if necessary to ensure this.

Although no booking was required, there was an option to fill in the paperwork online, which would then be valid for forty eight hours, to make things quicker upon arrival. All that would be needed at the processing centre reception, then, would be to give the names and dates of birth of the volunteers then for them to strip and stand on the scales to determine the price for their meat which would be automatically transferred to the bank account or accounts on the paperwork. Deciding this would be by far the easiest option, knowing how hyper and impatient the kids would be when they actually arrived at the processing centre, Martin clicked on the link and filled in the forms. Fortunately, since he and Zara had been friends for so long, he knew Toby’s information, including date of birth, as well as his own daughter’s. He filled in his own bank details on Zara’s form and Toby’s mum’s on his then hit the “Submit” button and took his coffee out into the garden to tell the children the good news.

Standing on the edge of the patio and sipping his coffee, Martin watched the naked youngsters play for a little while, enjoying their shrieks and giggles and they leapt about in the water and battled playfully for control of the hose to spray each other. When they were not being accused of being boyfriend and girlfriend, strangers often took them for siblings and it was easy to see why! They were very close in age, with Zara less than two months older than Toby, around the same height and build – stocky without being chubby but nicely chunky with plenty of good meat, and both were blonde although Zara’s hair was long, almost down to her cute round rump, while Toby’s was cropped short for practicality. As he watched them play, Martin wondered if Zara’s hair would need to be tied up or even shaved off for processing but he supposed they’d deal with that at the centre.

“Hey, nuggets!” he called out with a grin. Both children stopped and looked at him. “Come over here!” They ran to him and he chuckled as he carefully removed Toby’s glasses and dried them on his shirt before returning them to the nude little boy. “I’ve filled in the forms and it’s all sorted! You’re on the menu!”

“Yay!” they both shouted in unison, jumping and waving their arms above their heads in delight before linking arms and dancing in a circle singing their version of the song from the advert once more. Martin chuckled at their enthusiasm and finished his coffee.

“Go on, you two!” He smiled, “Get inside, get dried off and pop your clothes back on and we’ll be on our way! What’s the matter?” he asked, when he saw Zara stood still and looking up at him with a rather angry pout. “Changed your mind?”

“Oh no!” Zara assured him hurriedly, a look of panic on her pretty round face. “It’s just… well, we’re going to get chopped up when we get there! Do we really have to put clothes on?” Martin laughed and shook his head in amusement.

“Well maybe just one of your night-shirts?” he suggested, seeking compromise. “I’m sure you can find one for Toby too?”

“Okay!” Zara giggled. “Come on!” she grabbed her friend’s hand to drag him towards the house. “You can wear the pink one with the unicorns!” Martin chuckled again and gave his daughter’s shapely rump a rather hard but playful slap, encouraging her on her way, that made her yelp but then giggle some more.

“I’m sure you’ll look very pretty!” he assured Toby in amusement as he watched the pair of bare bottoms disappear through the French window. It seemed a shame, in a way, for two such tender young morsels to be ground up for fast food when either one of them would make an amazing whole-roast for a family party, but they both seemed to have their young hearts set on being Happy Meals and he wasn’t going to stand in their way!

Martin was looking for his car keys in the living room when the children came back downstairs, giggling and dressed in nothing but knee-length night shirts. As it turned out, Zara had opted for the pink unicorn shirt and Toby stood grinning up at him from within a green night shirt decorated with assorted jungle animals.

“Looking tasty, you two!” Martin grinned. “Ready to go?” A minute or so of enthusiastic squealing later, the three were in the car, Martin trying to follow the directions from the satnav while being serenaded from the back seat with an endless loop of “We’re gonna be Happy Meals!”

Soon enough, the arrived at the processing centre which was every bit as cheery and welcoming as it had looked in the pictures. The children were out of the car before Martin had even got the handbrake on. Although the building had a decent-sized car park, there were only five other cars there, presumably belonging to employees, and one three refrigerated vans waiting to distribute the meat. He had expected to need to be buzzed in by the receptionist but when the exited little pair reached the glass door at the front of the building it simply slid open. Matin caught up with them quickly with his longer legs and stepped in just behind.

Inside the carpeted reception area, decorated with painted murals of the various McDonalds mascots playing and dancing with assorted naked boys and girls, cheerful pop music was playing. Normally, Martin would have found it a little irritating but after the song he had endured in the car for the whole journey, it was a welcome relief! The lady behind the counter looked sweet and grandmotherly and she beamed at the youngsters as they ran up to her desk.

“Oh my! Such tasty little niblets!” she grinned at them, making them giggle in response. “So who do we have here?” Zara and Toby both gave their full names and she looked them up on the computer. “Ah yes!” she beamed again. “Here you are! Well you’re all booked in, I’ll register you as having arrived so the payment can be authorised. Now I’ll need you to pop your clothes off and give them to…?” She looked up at Martin with a questioning smile.

“I’m Zara’s dad.” he explained as the children were already tugging off the night-shirts he had insisted they wear for the journey. Quickly, the naked, giggling children presented him with screwed-up bundles of fabric. As they did so, he could see that Toby’s stubby little willy was standing to full attention – all one and a half inches! “Someone’s looking forward to this!” he chuckled and Toby blushed a little but did not cease grinning and giggling!

“Here are your wrist-bands.” The lady behind the counter held out two blue paper strips and the naked children ran over to collect them. “There’s a bit to peel off on the back,” she explained, “you can put them around your wrist or ankle, it doesn’t matter!” Toby and Zara helped each other peel the backing off the sticky part and wrap the bands around their wrists. They were royal blue in colour and had a row of McDonald’s Ms printed on them in black ink.

“What are they for?” Zara asked curiously, holding her arm up for a better look.

“They’re to help us keep track of batches.” the lady explained. “I have packs of bands in various colours and when a colour runs out, I know we have enough little piggies for processing so let the team know!”

“So there are other people who work here?” Martin asked with interest.

“Yes, but you won’t see them.” The lady explained. “There’s maintenance crew and supervisors behind the scenes but the process is entirely automated. Okay!” she looked down at the children. “If you’re ready, you can go on through!” She pressed a button on her desk and a door slid open. Both chubby, nude little blonde kids stopped to give Martin a brief hug of thanks and Zara kissed him on the cheek before they held hands and scampered through the open door with Martin watching them go, shaking his head in amusement at their eagerness to be food!

Inside was an awesome playground with a climbing castle complete with tunnels and slides with a ball-pit underneath. At the other end of the room were free-to-play arcade games and tables with surprisingly well-maintained board-games laid out. There were also over-sized games like Jenga and Connect Four, huge wooden puzzles and a chess-board made from carpet tiles with pieces that came up to the knees of the children playing. On some other tables were colouring pictures and big tubs of crayons and there was even a corner with bean-bags and well-stocked book shelves.

The whole room was swarming with naked boys and girls, enjoying the facilities and clearly having the times of their lives. The youngest, they guessed, were five or six and the oldest twelve or maybe thirteen. Zara was a little envious to see that some of the girls seemed to have proper small but nicely-formed tits while Toby was very relieved to see that he was not the only boy displaying visible signs of excitement! It looked like all of them were wearing orange bands on either their wrists or ankles, like their blue ones.

On the far wall, virtually opposite the door they had come in, was a giant fibreglass face of Ronald McDonald, taking up most of the space from the floor to the ceiling like the entrance to an old-fashioned circus or carnival like in cartoons. Zara thought it was a little creepy but she supposed it was on theme. Around the walls, the other familiar characters were painted in bright colours, waving and grinning. The friends had just begun to really get a feel for the place when the McDonald’s “I’m lovin’ it!” jingle suddenly erupted from speakers all around the room, as loud as a siren, and Ronald’s lower lip and chin began to descend into the floor, leaving his grinning mouth wide open to a small but brightly-lit room beyond.

“Welcome boys and girls!” the voice of the famous clown mascot rang out. “Would all members of the orange team come on through my mouth for processing! That’s all members of the orange team, time to go!” The jingle played again and the majority of children in the room stopped what they were doing and, chatting and giggling happily, stepped over the bright red lip into the room beyond. When everyone was through, the jaw-door slowly hissed its way back up until Ronald’s grinning mouth was closed once more.

“Could you see what was on the other side?” Toby asked, a little puzzled. “I thought there’d be machinery or a kitchen or something but it just looked like a cupboard!”

“I guess there’s another door that opens once everyone’s in?” Zara suggested with a shrug. “Hey! Looks like we’re not the only ones left after all!” A slim, ginger-haired boy of about ten or eleven was sat at one of the board-game tables, looking a little crestfallen than his opponent had been called away. Like Toby, he wore nothing but his glasses and, feeling the kinship of the bespectacled, Toby trotted over to him, slipped into the seat opposite and took over that side of the game, much to the taller boy’s delight!

“Excuse me!” Zara heard a small voice and turned around to look for where it had come from. “Up here!” the voice called again and Zara looked over at the castle apparatus to see a small Japanese girl at the top of a sort of fireman’s pole. “Could you catch me?” the little one who was very cute, plump and looked to be around five years old asked once she saw that she had Zara’s attention. “My friend was going to but she got called out!” Looking up at the little girl, Zara noticed the blue band around her chubby ankle and realised that they would be processed in the same batch.

“Sure, sweetie!” She stood under the pole and held out her arms. “Go for it!” Grinning happily, the little girl wrapped her meaty legs around the pole and slid down towards Zara’s waiting arms, squealing with excitement as her cute little slit rubbed against the pole. When she reached the bottom, Zara caught her and set her on her feet. “That looked like fun!” she grinned.

“Sure was!” giggled the smaller girl. “I love the way it tingles! I’m Li!”

“Zara!” the older girl smiled. “A pleasure to be harvested with you!” Both girls giggled while Toby and he new friend already seemed very deeply engrossed in their game. “Have you been waiting here long?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Li frowned a little. “I was the first one on the blue team ‘though.” She lifted her ankle and waved it around a little. “I was sad that meant I was going to have to wait longer, but this stuff is fun too!” she gestured at all the play equipment. “I was worried it was going to be like when you have to wait at the doctor!”

“Yeah it does look fun!” Zara agreed. “And you look really yummy! Whoever gets you in their burger is really lucky!” The girls giggled together again. “You know,” Zara looked up thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to give that pole a try!” With Li watching on, grinning broadly, she scrambled up a climbing net onto the first level platform then crawled through a curling tube tunnel which took her up to the top of the pole. “Stand back!” she called from the top, “Coming down!” As she had watched Li do, she wrapped her legs tightly around the pole so the her moist slit and hard little clit were pushed firmly against it. The pole was smooth and she felt a rush of pleasure on the way down that left her feeling quite giddy!

She was just contemplating another turn when the door from the reception area opened again and a couple of Indian children came in, naked of course apart from their blue wristbands, brother and sister from the looks of them with the boy being a couple of years older than the girl. Both were smiling shyly as if they were a bit nervous of being somewhere where they didn’t know anyone else so Zara waved to them to come play with her and her new little friend.

Over the next twenty or thirty minutes, more and more naked girls and boys arrived, either singly or with friends and family. The biggest group by far was a group of five girls aged seven and eight – a pretty, pale-skinned brunette named Kelly explained that it was her birthday and, rather than going to McDonalds to eat with her best friends, she decided she wanted to be McDonalds food instead and her four best friends had agreed to join her.

“Oh that’s cool!” Zara grinned. “I’m here with my best friend too! And my new other best friend of course!” She added quickly, picking up cute little Li and hugging her tight like a teddy bear before setting her down and going to check on Toby.

“So who’s winning?” she asked, resting her arm on his shoulder and leaning over to look at the game which seemed to be some sort of fantasy quest with spacemen fighting mythical monsters.

“It’s not a game that one of you wins!” Toby gave a long-suffering sigh as if he had explained this to her a hundred times already, despite having only learned of the game’s existence less than half an hour earlier. “You have to work together to complete the mission and defeat the Evil Alliance!”

“Oh I see!” Zara nodded, trying very hard not to giggle. “So, not going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Oh, sorry!” replied Toby who had already gone back to concentrating on the game. “Zara, this is Colin!” The red-haired boy waved a little shyly. Zara was contemplating asking the boys to explain the game when little Li ran up to her again, asking for help for another turn on the pole which the birthday party girls seemed to have discovered and her rather enjoying.

Watching the next pair of meat-girls arrive as she waited for her little friend at the bottom of the pole, Zara was surprised to notice that they had yellow wrist bands and knew that this must mean the “Blue team” now represented a full batch and would soon be called for processing. Indeed, Li had just slithered into her waiting arms when the jingle played loudly through the speakers as it had shortly after they arrived, Ronald McDonald’s mouth slowly opened once more and his cheerful voice summoned all the children with blue wrist or ankle bands for slaughter.

“This is it!” Zara told Li excitedly, still holding the smaller girl in her arms. “Excited?” Her little friend nodded enthusiastically. She looked over at Toby and Colin who seemed to be a little annoyed that they would not get to finish their game but at least they would both be leaving it this time. Both boys stood up as she walked closer, carrying Li, and she noticed that Toby’s earlier physical excitement seemed to have calmed somewhat, although she wondered how long that would last once he saw the actual processing equipment!

With her newest and oldest friends, she stepped through Ronald’s mouth into the bright but empty-looking chamber beyond. The room quickly became quite full as the fifteen naked children crowded in, many chattering and giggling with most of the boys at least semi-erect and the girls all with very urgent tingles between their legs!

Once everyone was inside, leaving the two yellow-banded newcomers to their own devices, the door closed, sealing them in. Nothing happened for what felt like a very long time but was in reality less than a minute. Still, for the excited children waiting to be harvested it was more than long enough for the excited chatter to turn to anxious whispering about what might happen next. The tension was relieved, however, when the entire end wall of the small room opened to reveal a far more magical and exciting room beyond, a room which would not have been out of place in Disneyland as the queing space for a popular ride!

Waving animatronics of all the mascot characters welcomed the children forwards.

“You look tasty!” a seven foot tall Grimace growled cheerfully as Zara and Li passed by the on the path. Toby and Colin were looking with fascination at the animatronics and other decorative effects, discussing how they worked and generally “geeking out” while Zara pointed out all the fun and colourful features to her little friend.

“Sit yourselves down!” the Hamburglar animatronic told them when they reached the end of the path and saw a conveyor belt of single chairs. “Just one to a chair, and put your arms on the rests!”

“After you!” Zara giggled, setting Li down and patting her on her cute, soon to be minced rump as they watched the few children ahead of them obidiently take a seat which carried them out of sight through an archway of fibreglass trees which, instead of apples, seemed to grow soda cups, the straws serving as stems! The cute little girl scampered over to the next empty chair and climbed up into it, blowing a kiss to Zara before settling down and putting her hands on the rests like the verbal instructions and big pictures on the wall told her. “You going next?” she asked Toby, eyeing the next chair.

“No, you go!” Toby grinned, “Then I can watch!” Giggling, Zara got onto the slow-moving chair behind Li’s and assumed the required position. Toby got onto the next one and Colin onto the one behind him. Although he had remained calm all through the walk to the chairs, Toby now found himself standing to attention once more as his chair followed his best friend’s through the comical archway and Zara disappeared from view around a corner.

A yelp followed by a giggle from Li was all that alerted Zara to what what happening as she turned the corner, finding herself in a brightly-lit environment straight out of a theme-park ride! It was an orchard in which the mascot characters, in animatronic form, were harvesting the fruits of the trees and bushes but instead of apples or pears, these trees bore soda cups and packets of fries grew from the bushes. Birdie was stood on a step-ladder, plucking over-sized burger buns from a red-leafed tree to add to the already quite full basket beside her while Hamburglar lurked behind a bush, rising up to sneak a look and licking his lips every now and then, cheerful music playing in the background.

And yet it was not this colourful and fanciful sight which had caused her little friend’s surprise and excitement, as Zara found out after a few second when mechanical arms, presumably guided by the chair placement, sprung out and clamped around her wrists and ankles but these were not holding her to the chair as she had thought as the chair then fell away beneath her, or rather she was propelled forward while the chair disappeared over a lip to return to the station on the underside of the track. Ahead of her now she could see Li, held in a standing position as she was but with the arm positions compensating for her much smaller size.

Around another corner loomed an archway above which was a colourful neon sign saying “Meat-Wash”. Beside it stood a Ronald McDonald animatronic next to a rope, like the doorman at a night club, behind which was a line of animatronic and static mannequin naked children, a little stylised by still quite real-looking, looking as if they were waiting their turn to be processed while Zara, Toby and their friends were given VIP access!

“Wow!” Ronald exclaimed to Li, “You look delicious, come on it!” He waved towards the archway which was blocked by a waterfall which the giggling little girl passed through. “Looking really tasty!” he told Zara a few seconds later, ushering her in behind her friend.

As he approached the grinning clown, Toby found himself wondering how many stock phrases it was capable of uttering, but also worrying that he was supposed to have taken his glasses off before getting on the chair. The lady at reception had not mentioned it and there were no signs saying they should be removed. Not that it really mattered, he supposed. If they got knocked off or he ended up not able to see out of them, he’d only have to put up with it for a minute or so, after which he’d be dead and well past caring. Still, he did hope he’d be able to see what was going on ahead, if only to get an idea of what to expect. His heart was beating with excitement and he was a little embarrassed that the tip of his willy passed through the waterfall slightly before the rest of him!

Past the waterfall was another themed area, like a car-wash, with lots of metal sheeting, pipes, flashing lights and an animatronic Grimace at the controls.

“Let’s get you nice and clean and ready to eat!” he chuckled in his cheerful growl as Zara passed him. Ahead of her, Li was squirming and giggling as she was sprayed with quite powerful jets from all directions, including straight up between her legs strongly enough to give both holes a good rinse! As the small girl in front of her was turned sideways by the mechanical arms holding her and passed through a set of spongy rollers that looked like they belonged at a car wash, Zara experienced the intense, cold jets. Her cute pink nipples could have taken someone’s eye out, as her dad sometimes liked to tease her, but she was fairly sure it was not from the temperature of the water which bombarded her from all sides.

His glasses covered in water, Toby could only get a vague idea of what to expect as his friend was fed into the rollers and it was his turn for the jets. The jet of water which shot up his bottom was enough to make him yelp in surprise but he was also a little embarassed just how much he enjoyed it!

The first rollers sprayed warm water and soap but were not scratchy and felt fun to pass through. The sounds were loud enough that Zara could not hear Li’s giggles as she was turned again, laying flat as she was passed through another roller, this time with warm water but no soap. For the third set she was turned upright once more but facing forwards and the rollers squeezed her from front and back, making her already sensitive nipples feel like they were ready to explode! This final set were warm and dry and she came out pink and a little breathless but dry apart from her hair and feeling cleaner than she ever had in her life.

Following close behind her, Toby was shocked that his glasses had not fallen off as he was buffeted through the three sets of rollers but the final set left them try, rendering him able to see once more. It had been rather uncomfortable when the first set of rollers had pushed his rock-hard willy down but the opposite movement of the next set had caused what felt like a little explosion between his legs and before he knew it he had spat that sticky stuff from the end of it that he sometimes found on his pyjamas in the morning! He hoped that the people running the processing centre wouldn’t mind, but thought it likely he was not the first. He emerged from the rollers to see an animatronic Hamburglar in a cartoonish factory setting, rubbing his tummy and pointing round the corner where the arms took him next!

“Weeeee!” Zara heard Li exclaim in delight as the cute little girl was hoisted upside down, her black pony-tail dangling. Up ahead was another Ronald McDonald figure, his hands on a giant lever. A high pitched whine could be heard as he pulled it and Zara gasped as she saw what happened to sweet little Li! It was shocking but knowing that she was seconds away from the same fate made her more excited than ever and the tingle between her legs felt almost too much to bear! It seemed, however, that any issues between her legs would be well and truly resolved very soon!

From behind, his willy no less hard for its recent ejaculation but perhaps not throbbing quite so much, Toby watched as his friend was hoisted into the air, upside down with her now wet golden hair dangling beneath. Zara breathed heavily as she saw the spinning saw blade coming closer and closer to her neck. She thought about closing her eyes but couldn’t bring herself to! She expected it to hurt when the teeth hit her soft throat but, while there was a very quick flash of pain, it was really more like being bumped into and suddenly she realised she was falling, tumbling, nothing more than a head which landed with a bump on the pile of others in the hopper below.

Before Zara’s eyes had even stopped blinking, Toby watched as her meaty young body, blood pumping from the neck stump, was turned as if laying on its back, legs apart, and bisected straight down the middle by a second, vertical saw. The two halves of her body hung from the arms, allowing the guts to drop out, before the clamps released and they were dropped but Toby did not have time to wonder what happened to them next before he too was dangled upside down and his head joined Zara’s and Li’s in the hopper. He remained conscious just long enough to be aware that Colin’s ginger-haired head had landed beside him before his vision went black and he fell asleep forever.

In quick succession, the halved carcasses were dropped into the waiting grinders which first stripped them of all the easily accessible, quality meat which would be used for burgers before using mechanical methods to recover the last bits from the bones for nuggets. The crushed bones were then dumped into the same waste-channel as the innards while the meat passed along a conveyor belt through a finer mincer and was then moulded into burger patties which were automatically packed, flash-frozen and boxed. A second chute spat out the frozen, breaded nuggets into large bags. These bags and boxes being loaded onto the waiting delivery van was the first direct human involvement in the process.

The car seemed very empty on Martin’s drive home, quiet too. Seeing the golden arches by the side of the road, he decided to pull in for something to eat – it seemed appropriate after all! Feeling whimsical, he ordered two Happy Meals, one with a boy’s toy and one with a girl’s, one with a cheeseburger and one with nuggets!

Sitting alone at the little table, he tucked into his food. Was it too early, he wondered, for this meat to have come from his little girl and her best friend? There was really no way to be sure but at least he could see how they would taste! He looked around at all the other happy children merrily munching on the meat of their fellows and wondered how many of them might end up on the menu before too long! They toys were a little pony, pink with a rainbow tail and mane, and a cartoon pirate from some TV show or another. He decided they would look good stood next to each other on his desk so he would always remember the sweet little pair who became the very happiest meat he had ever known!

The End