AUTHOR’S NOTE

This story was written for the very talented 3DG artist Onix whose work many of you will no doubt be familiar with as a prize for winning my fan-art contest to celebrate the day when, in the alternate timeline of my stories, Sidney Roebuck finally got her wish and was slaughtered for her meat! Since the promised prize story was to be personalised, Onix requested a story about a shy boy who is teased by the meat-girls before picking one for dinner! The story you are about to read grew from that prompt and also attempts to incorporate certain tropes from Onix’s own picture stories. The character of Becky is inspired by a recurring character from his stories who some of you may recognise! I had a lot of fun writing this one and it certainly turned out longer than I had intended! It also involved a couple of fun new characters who will be appearing in their own sequels in due course!


THE PRIZE
By
EDWARD HYDE


CHAPTER ONE

“Hello and welcome to Sidney’s!” the tall lady in the smart suit beamed as Ollie and his family entered the lobby. “I’m Madeline, the manager of this branch, and this is out very own Sidney!”

“Pleased to meet ya’ll!” the near-naked young girl with all-over tan, blonde curls and pageant-queen makeup tipped the brim of her pink, rhinestone-bedazzled hat as she greeted them in a mock-Texan accent straight out of a vintage cowboy movie. Ollie blushed deeply as he looked at the pretty, athletic twelve year old dressed in boots and a hat and not a stitch otherwise.

“What’s the matter?” his little sister Lucy poked him in the ribs. “Afraid of naked girls? You’re gonna have a bad time here!” The cheeky seven year old threw back her head and laughed so loudly at her own joke at her nine year old brother’s expense that their mum had to reprimand her with the silent glare used by mothers throughout history to silence their rowdy offspring.

“Don’t worry, sugar!” the girl dressed as Sidney slipped her arm through his and gave him a sweet little peck on his burning cheek, leaving a lipstick kiss-mark that was barely visible against the redness of his blush. “You’ll get used to it! Come along, I’ll show you around!”

It was Ollie’s birthday and it just so happened that, only the week before, he had won a competition through his favourite TV show for a meal for eight at his local Sidney’s, a whole meat-girl that he could pick out himself and have prepared any way he wanted, and a behind the scenes VIP tour of the kitchen and other facilities. Agreeing that it was the perfect birthday treat, he had decided to use the prize to give his parents, sister and both sets of grandparents an amazing meal out.

“You coming too, honey?” pseudo-Sidney asked Lucy with a grin as Madeline offered to show the adults to the private dining room and arrange them some complimentary drinks. The little girl was more than happy to be included and eagerly tagged along behind the taller pair as their guide took them to the door marked “Staff and Meat Only” which led to the changing room where newly-arrived meat-girls would strip off ready for inspection and prep.

“So are you a meat-girl too?” Lucy asked curiously as their guide held the door open for them. “You look delicious!”

“Not yet, sugar!” the Sidney-impersonator giggled. “They hired me as an actress but the longer I spend here, the more tempted I get!”

“You know you can drop the accent, we don’t mind!” Ollie smiled shyly before adding “If it won’t get you into trouble, that is?”

“Phew, thank you!” the girl gave a sigh of relief, relaxing back into her natural mid-western accent. “I don’t mind running around in the buff but keeping that voice up is hard work! I’m Tiffany, by the way!” she introduced herself. “And they really did hire me to come show you around!”

“Ooh!” Lucy was very interested. “So are you a real actress? Or did you try out here or something?”

“Guess you can call me a proper actress!” Tiffany giggled. “I was in a diaper commercial when I was a baby and I was one of those naked five year olds in that bubble-bath commercial, I think it still gets shown sometimes?” Both children nodded, familiar with the ad and intrigued to meet one if its stars. “Had small parts in a couple of movies too.” she added, not wanting to brag. “Real small, like blink and you miss me, but pretty big movies!”

“Were you naked in those too?” Lucy asked with a giggle, making her brother blush even more.

“Two of them, yeah!” Tiffany admitted, laughing along with the younger girl. “Seems to be a bit of a theme, huh?” She posed for a moment with her hand on her hip. “I guess when word gets out that you don’t mind baring all, those are the kinds of jobs you get called for!”

“Was it hard to learn the accent?” Ollie asked, liking their guide and interested in the stories she had to tell but wanting to divert the subject a little away from her very obvious nudity.

“Not really.” Tiffany shrugged. “I just watched some of her interviews and got the hang of it. Her own accent was mostly fake anyway so it’s not like it had to be perfect!”

“Really?” Ollie frowned. “But I thought she was really from Texas?”

“Coming from Texas doesn’t make you a saloon girl!” Tiffany laughed without malice. “She was a rich kid who sounded pretty much like any other rich kid in private! You never noticed?” she asked a little incredulously. “The voice she used for interviews and stuff was just part of her costume, like her hat and that big hair!” She patted her own voluminous curls. “Did you see that documentary a couple of months back? When she went out normally she wore jeans and baggy shirts or hockey jerseys and had her hair in a ponytail! Most famous and recognised girl in the world, and people just walked straight past her on the street! Neat trick, huh?” The siblings conceded that it was!

Just as they were starting to wonder why they were standing in a basically empty and uninteresting room which could really have been the changing room of any public swimming pool or school sports centre, when the door from the reception area opened once more and three girls came in, around the same age as Tiffany and dressed in the normal kinds of casual clothes girls their age could normally be seen wearing when out with their friends. They were chatting happily and laughing with each other, clearly already friends, but stopped when they saw the trio and smiled politely.

“Oh hi!” the tallest of the three girls, a brunette in a tight crop-top which showed off her decent bust for her age grinned at Tiffany and her guests. “Are you part of the dance troupe? Oh!” She noticed Ollie properly for the first time. “They serving boys here too now?”

“No!” Tiffany giggled, stepping behind the siblings and pushing them forward a little. “This is Ollie and Lucy.” She introduced them happily. “Ollie won a competition for a behind the scenes tour and he gets to pick his own meat-girl for dinner!”

“Oooh!” the red-headed member of the newly-arrived trio sashayed over, “Maybe you wanna pick me, huh honey?” Ollie blushed as she kicked off her shoes, unzipped her jeans and slowly wiggled them down, revealing small, lacy panties. Quickly, the blonde, the shortest of the three but with some promising curves under her fairly baggy clothes, joined the other two and all three unhurriedly began to strip in front of the trio. Lucy giggled at her brother’s embarrassment but also couldn’t help licking her lips as the three delicious young bodies were slowly revealed.

“Want some nice juicy rump?” the red-head asked, turning her back and wiggling her round backside as she lowered her panties.

“Hey if he wanted to eat a flat chest,” she blonde teased, “he’d go to Maxx! You want these on your plate, don’t you?” She leaned down, pushing her apple-sized boobies together. “Just imagine them roasted golden brown and sprinkled with herbs, just for you!”

“Hey! I’m the only one with tits AND ass!” the brunette protested, slapping the blonde’s less shapely rump before half-turning to wiggle hers while massaging her own chest which was less developed than the blonde’s but far more so than the red-head’s on which the nipples were barely budding. “It’s got to be me!” By now, the three almost-teens were completely naked, their clothes in a heap on the floor. Ollie’s cheeks were a deep crimson and his mouth was hanging open in confused surprise and fascination.

“How about y’all stop squabbling,” Tiffany suggested, in her Sidney voice once more, “and introduce yourselves? Then you can talk about why Ollie should pick you!” The girls agreed and giggled.

It was the red-head who stepped forward first.

“I’m Candy!” she winked seductively, “Just as delicious as my name!” She leaned in, tipped Ollie’s face upwards with a finger under his chin and kissed him passionately. Lucy giggled as she watched the wide-eyed shock on her brother’s face and even Tiffany had to turn away discretely to disguise her amused smile. “What boy doesn’t like the taste of hot, fiery ginger, huh?” She smiled as she stepped back, leaving Ollie looking shocked, apparently trying to reply but unable to form actual words.

“Mm no my name suits me better!” The busty young blonde pushed together and lifted her juicy young boobs, emphasising their size and firmness. “I’m Melony.” She reached out, took Ollie’s hand and pressed it to her chest, inviting him to feel one. “I just know you wanna eat up my juicy melons!”

As she listened, Tiffany couldn’t help wondering what these girls had been like in their normal lives and thought it quite likely they had been shy and quiet, or at least a lot more so than they were behaving now! There was something about becoming meat that seemed to bring out another side in girls. She had head the expression “As horny as a pre-teen meat-girl on harvest day” many times and, from what she could see, it was a well-founded stereotype! Poor Ollie looked like he was about to explode or melt or maybe a combination of the two and Melony kissed him just as passionately as Candy had done then stepped back.

“Well I don’t have a funny name,” the brunette smiled slyly. “I’m just Becky. Now I know I’m the tastiest one here but even if you don’t end up picking me, I’m gonna make sure you never forget me!” Instead of going in for a kiss as Ollie expected, she knelt down on the tiled floor, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his smart new trousers.

“Uh-oh!” Lucy giggled to Tiffany. “Do you think she’ll be able to find it?” But Becky was having no problem since the striptease, kisses and general situation had got the nine year old boy quite worked up and he was now standing proudly to attention. She took him in her mouth and began to suck, using her tongue to tease the tip as she looked up into his eyes.

“Who says your brother has to have all the fun?” Candy grinned at Lucy. “My girl friends and I tried this at a sleepover last month and they all said I was the best!” The small girl nodded, smiling and the older red-head knelt down, lifted her pretty dress and pulled her cute unicorn panties down to her knees, revealing her smooth, plump pussy which she began to kiss and lick with great enthusiasm.

“Guess that just leaves us?” Melony chuckled to Tiffany as her fellow meat-girls got to work pleasuring the siblings. “You wanna..,?”

“Well technically I’m on duty but…” Tiffany mused for a moment then giggled. “But what the heck!” Plonking herself down on one of the smooth wooden benches, she spread her legs and stroked her fellow blonde’s hair as she knelt down and put her tongue to good use.

“Sounds like Lucy’s enjoying herself!” Tiffany remarked after a couple of minutes, hearing the cute squeaks and moans the seven year old was making. “I wonder if…” but her words were cut off by a loud exclamation from Ollie that was almost a scream. “Shit!” she chuckled. “Did she bite it off or something?” Melony lifted her head from between her fellow blonde’s thighs and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I think she just rocked his world!” she laughed as Ollie slumped back onto the bench and Becky stood up wiping her mouth, a very satisfied smile on her face. His climax was followed very quickly by a shrill shriek from Lucy as she learned just what another girl’s tongue could do to her intimate areas!

“Everyone feeling more relaxed?” Tiffany chuckled, taking charge again and trying to use her Sidney voice – it was what she was being paid to do after all! The siblings nodded and the meat-girls giggled, all of them now with red knees from the hard, cold tiles of the floor. “Okay! Let’s go check out the kitchen! Any of you got any particular hopes or dreams about how you’re gonna cook?”

“Well if I don’t go in the oven whole,” Melony pondered out loud as Tiffany held the door to the corridor open and ushered them all through, “then I’d like to be chopped up. You know, steaks, mince, chops, that sort of think!”

“Pretty sure I was born to ride the spit!” Candy announced confidently. “I don’t care if it’s for a private party or out in the carvery area but that the was I want to go!”

“Well you sure have the ass for it!” Tiffany laughed.

“What about you?” Ollie asked a little shyly, looking up at the girl who had given him the first blowjob and real orgasm of his life.

“Well it’s kinda unusual…” Becky smiled, licking her lips at the delicious thought of how she wanted to cook. “But I hear it’s something they do if a customer specially requests it and they got a girl who’s up for it!”

“Ooh what?” asked Lucy, as intrigued as everyone else. All eyes were now on Becky as they walked down the corridor.

“I wanna fry!” Becky grinned, her eyes twinkling.

“Ooh I saw that at a fair!” Lucy informed her enthusiastically. “There was a girl with big boobs and they tied her to a sort of crane thing then they filled her mouth with marshmallows them put a silver bag on her head,” she rattled off this information without taking a breath, the way only young children can, “then they sprayed her with oil then dipped her in batter then dropped her into this big tank and she came out cooked in a few minutes!” She beamed. “She was really tasty!”

“Ooh that’s deep-frying!” Becky informed the younger girl. “Yeah it’s cool but that’s not what I’m talking about!”

“Oh?” asked Lucy. “What then?”

“I wanna fry in a big pan!” Becky informed the group, moaning as if incredibly turned on at the thought. “You know, like a wok? Rolling around in boiling hot oil while my skin sizzled!”

“Wow!” Ollie exclaimed. “That sounds really painful!”

“That’s kinda the point!” She winked at the young boy. “A girl only gets to cook once after all, huh?”

“Well…” Tiffany gave a deep breath, not sure herself whether she was more horrified or aroused by what the delicious pre-teen had described. “I guess you three need to get your last checks done?” She patted the door marked “Examination Room 2” then turned to the siblings. “Come on!” she grinned. “I’ve got a few more things to show you before we get to the kitchen! We’ll meet back here in ten or fifteen minutes!” All three meat-girls blew kisses to Ollie as they went into the examination room, making him blush again much to his sister’s amusement.

Becky was the last to go through the door. Hesitating, stepped back out into the corridor, grabbed the front of Ollie’s shirt and pulled him in for the deep and passionate kiss she had not given him earlier.

“Don’t forget me, honey!” She grinned, tapping him on the end of the nose before disappearing through the door with her friends. Tiffany and Lucy could not hold their giggles as they watched him standing, red-faced and open-mouthed, staring at the door through which the three very willing and eager meat-girls had disappeared.

“So… you coming with us?” Tiffany asked eventually, stifling her laughter, “Or you just gonna stand there waiting for the wood to do tricks?”

“Oh!” the shy nine year old snapped out of his trance. “Sorry! Yeah, let’s go!”


CHAPTER TWO

“So,” Tiffany grinned, slipping her arm through Ollie’s again. “Who’ve you got your eye on for your special dinner?” Ollie did not give a direct answer but his next question was indicative enough.

“Can you really have a girl fried like that?” he asked, intrigued and a little shocked.

“I guess…” Tiffany replied honestly. “I don’t know all the details of what they do here. They just hired me to show you around! I had the tour this morning, before they opened for the day. But I guess so? Sounds like they can do pretty much anything!”

“So what are we going to see now?” Lucy asked, rescuing her brother.

“Well have you ever eaten at a Sidney’s before?” her pseudo-Sidney guide replied with her own question. Lucy shook her head.

“No,” she admitted, “Mum always said we couldn’t afford it!”

“Ah okay.” Tiffany nodded with sympathetic understanding. “well sometimes they have a local group come in and dance to cheesy old music wearing not very much to get people’s appetites up!” Both girls giggled. “And there’s a sort of fountain in the main restaurant where they have girls dressed as mermaids! Well,” she chuckled, “I say dressed but the costumes don’t leave a whole lot to the imagination, if you know what I mean!” Lucy nodded, giggling. “Well,” the trio arrived at a door marked “Private. Entertainers only”, this is where they get ready!

The door must have been sound-proofed because as she pushed it open, the siblings were hit with a loud wave of happy chatter, mixed with the hissing of showers. The room was filled with naked and near-naked girls, the youngest of whom looked around Lucy’s age and the oldest were in their early teens with shapely, athletic bodies and nicely-formed chests.

Any who noticed looked over when the door opened but none seemed bothered about the intrusion. One way or another they were all preparing to perform naked in front of a room filled with strangers so having a few watch them changing was no big deal.

“Go look around!” Tiffany suggested. “Chat to the girls!” Lucy scampered off happily to introduce herself to a pair of mermaids, one with green hair and tail, the other with shimmering red, who were sitting on a bench waiting to be collected to be taken to the fountain, since the costumes made it impossible to walk on their own, but Ollie was a little more reticent. “Come on!” the near-naked young actress chuckled, putting a supportive arm around his shoulder. “I’ll introduce you.”

“Hey girls!” Tiffany grinned as they approached a huddle of naked, athletic-looking girls who had got as far as taking their regular clothes off but had not yet put on their costumes for the dance, such as they were. They all seemed to be gathered around one girl of about twelve with long, straight black hair, the beginnings of perky little tits growing on her chest and a rump that could only be described as mouthwatering! Her smooth skin was a warm olive colour and her big eyes dark green. They were all clamouring to congratulate her in some way whether that be with a hug, a pat on the shoulder or kiss on the cheek. “What’s going on? Birthday or something?”

“Maria’s star of the show!” A tall blonde who seemed to be the oldest of the group turned and informed them with a happy smile. “Do you know what that means?” Tiffany nodded but Ollie looked puzzled.

“I don’t!” he admitted. “What does it mean? Are you the best dancer?”

“No, sweetie!” the girl who was centre of attention turned and spoke to him directly, her voice sweet and soft. She leaned down a little as she spoke. “Sometimes, some of us watch so many girls get cooked here when we’re dancing that we want to be cooked ourselves so we have this agreement where, once a month if someone wants to, they are made Star of the Show which means they get a special part in the dance then cook straight after!”

“Ooh so you’re cooking tonight?” Ollie asked, wide-eyes.

“That’s right, honey!” Maria smiled and tapped him on the nose, “Right after my dance I’m going on the spit! Think I’ll be tasty?” Ollie nodded, then a thought occurred to him.

“Will we be able to watch the dance?” he asked. “Even if we’re in a private dining room? I guess we could come down to the main restaurant?”

“Ooh no need!” Tiffany grinned. “The private dining rooms have little balconies over the main room so you can come out and watch, like a box at a theatre!” While she explained this, one of Maria’s friends was whispering something in her ear that made her giggle. Blushing a little, she looked over at Ollie then whispered something back to her friend.

“Go on then!” Tiffany heard the friend, a pale brunette with cute freckles, urge the beautiful meat-girl.

“No!” Maria replied in equally hushed tones, eyes wide. “You ask!” Her friend chuckled and shook her head in amusement while Maria smiled shyly. Tiffany had a fairly good idea what the conversation was about! Glancing over her shoulder to check on her other charge, she saw that Lucy and the mermaids had been joined by another girl in a shimmering blue wig but with her human legs still exposed. From the way she was holding the tail of her costume and the little blonde was leaning in, a look of interest on her face, it seemed that she was explaining how the costume worked. Lucy would be happily occupied for at least a few minutes yet. The only question was whether the young boy would have recovered enough from what happened in the meat changing room to perform again so soon! A quick glance at the front of his trousers assured her that she need not have worried.

“Hey, honey.” the cute black girl who had been whispering to Maria spoke to Ollie, leaning forward with her hands on her knees in such a way that made the most of her developing chest. “You a big boy for your age?”

“Umm…?” Ollie didn’t understand the question so wasn’t at all sure how to answer. “I’m third tallest in my class but I think I’m pretty normal?”

“No, silly!” the girl giggled, then she sighed and decided to explain it a different way. “Maria here is really looking forward to having that big old spit shoved up her pussy but she’d like to feel something else up there first! But too bad the men who work here aren’t allowed to do that sort of thing, and her Daddy is real old-fashioned, y’know?”

“Oh!” Ollie’s perpetual blush deepened as Tiffany giggled. At least Maria was looking just as embarrassed although she smiled at him hopefully.

“You think she’s pretty, don’t you?” the girl asked. Ollie nodded enthusiastically. “So how about you make her feel good before her big moment?”

“What do I have to do?” Ollie asked nervously.

“Just take your clothes off and sit on the floor!” the girl grinned. “I’m sure Maria knows what to do!”

“Go on, honey!” Tiffany giggled. “We got time!” A glance over her shoulder showed her that Lucy had already stripped off and seemed to be trying on the blue mermaid tail which was, of course, far too big for her and came up well past her cute belly-button rather than leaving her plump pussy and rump exposed as it was supposed to. She would be occupied plenty long enough to let her brother help the pretty dancer warm up for the spit!

“Here!” she chuckled sympathetically, holding out her arm when she saw that Ollie still looked a little reticent. “Give your clothes to me, I’ll make sure nothing happens to them!”

“Yeah the floor’s warm too!” the girl who had propositioned him assured the nervous young boy who had just started to unbutton his shirt. “I think it’s heated from underneath so it’s nice when we come out the shower.”

Although he felt very self-conscious undressing in such a public place, with so many girls watching, Ollie realised it was probably only fair since they were all naked too! There was more giggling as he pulled down his underpants confirming that his nine year old willy was more than ready for action!

With Maria’s friends still whispering to her and offering giggling encouragement, Ollie sat down on the warm, smooth-tiled floor which was quite a contrast from the one in the meat-girl changing room and got as comfortable as he could with his back against the wall.

“I guess you’ve never done this before?” Maria leaned down and asked sweetly, her hands on her knees and her jet-black hair falling prettily across her face. Ollie shook his head. “Well, me neither!” she smiled again. “So let’s work this out together!” She knelt on the floor, straddling his lap, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him far more romantically and with greater tenderness than the trio of meat-girls had.

Gently, her lips still locked to his, Maria carefully lowered herself onto Ollie’s small but very, for his age at least, respectable and rock-hard erection. Tossing her long, dark hair, she moaned sweetly then slowly began to ride the sweet little boy who could not believe the day he was having! All Maria’s friends from the dance group gathered around the pair, cheering her on and calling out encouragement. Sitting on the floor with the beautiful girl bouncing up and down on his lap, her tight, soon to be spitted pussy squeezing his hard willy, Ollie wondered if he was supposed to be doing something, although Maria seemed to be enjoying herself just fine! The sensation of being inside her was indescribable and he knew it was not something boys his age often got to experience. When would his next chance come, he wondered. Would Lucy let him do this with her if he asked nicely, or was she still too small even for a nine year old willy? As if reading his thoughts, Maria grabbed his hands and pressed them to her chest so that he fondled her budding little breasts while she rode him faster and faster.

Just as Ollie was feeling like his willy was about to explode as it had in Becky’s mouth, Maria threw back her head and screamed in climax then flung her arms around his neck once more and kissed him passionately as he shot his watery little load inside her.

“Thank you!” she whispered in his ear before slightly shakily standing up then offering a hand to help him to his feet as her friends cheered and applauded. “Hope you enjoy the dance!” she told him before giving him another kiss but on the cheek this time, and with a friendly sort of affection as if she were an older cousin or his babysitter rather than the boy she had given her virginity to. Ollie wasn’t sure what to say as one by one the naked dancers all hugged him like he was some sort of lucky mascot but soon enough Tiffany came to his rescue.

“Okay, sorry to break up the love-fest,” she laughed, hands on her hips, “but I think it’s time to continue the tour now!” She looked the young boy up and down then raised an eyebrow. “You should probably put your clothes back on!” she teased and handed them to him. Blushing a little, Ollie quickly did as he was told while Tiffany went to find Lucy and make sure that she was in a state to be taken into the kitchen without accidentally ending up on the menu. Fortunately, while her brother had been helping Maria practice for the spit, the blue mermaid had needed to finish getting ready so had taken the tail back from the younger girl and Lucy was dressed and waiting when Tiffany came to collect her.


CHAPTER THREE

After saying goodbye to the dancers and mermaids and wishing Maria happy cooking, the trio made their way back out into the corridor. The next corner they turned led them into an area that was certainly busier than what they had seen so far, since it connected the kitchen to the main dining room. Waiters and waitresses in their uniform polo shirts, some carrying full or empty plates, others pushing trolleys and one even escorting a pair of naked meat-girls, presumably to the carvery area where they would be cooked in front of everyone, just as Maria would when her dance finished! Ollie and Lucy couldn’t help checking out their meat and thinking they both had very tasty rumps! Soon enough, they arrived at the kitchen where Madeline, the restaurant manager, was waiting to meet them, accompanied by the three meat-girls they had met earlier and two others who were unfamiliar but looked just as delicious. All five naked girls waved at Ollie and blew him kisses, making him blush once more.

“Welcome back!” Madeline grinned. “I hope you’re enjoying your tour so far and that Sidney is being a good guide?” Ollie was puzzled for a second but quickly remembered that Tiffany had been hired to portray Sidney Roebuck and nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh yes, thank you!” he enthused. “It’s been amazing!” Becky gave him a sly smile and a wink, out of sight of the manager, and his blush deepened.

“Glad to hear it!” Madeline replied with professional friendliness. “Now of course you have your tour of the kitchen still to come but I’m hoping, before that, you’re ready to make a choice about which girl you’d like for your dinner? These five girls are ready for their meat to be allocated so we’d like you to choose one of them, if you’re okay with that?”

“Oh yes!” Ollie nodded with such enthusiasm it seemed his head might fall off. “Very okay!” Lucy giggled and stepped to hold her brother’s hand.

“Go ahead, sugar!” Tiffany put a supportive hand on his shoulder, making sure to use the Sidney voice that she was being paid for in front of the woman who had hired her. “Choose well!” All five girls stepped forward and began posing provocatively, trying to accentuate their charms and best show off their meat. Although the two new-comers, a curvy black girl and a tall blonde looked very tasty, with the blonde being extra appealing since she reminded him of his sister, or at least how he imagined she would look in four or five years, Ollie had already made up his mind that he would choose one of the girls he had got to know a little and, while he would happily have had any of them as his birthday dinner, there was one among them who really stood out. As stiff as the competition was, he knew there could really only be one possible winner.

“Becky!” he pointed confidently at the brunette who grinned triumphantly. “I’d like her, please!”

“Excellent choice!” Madeline smiled as the other girls hugged the chosen meal, with no hard feelings evident.

“Sorry.” Ollie spoke sheepishly to the others. “I wish I could have chosen all of you!”

“Don’t worry!” Candy assured him, coming and giving another kiss on the lips. “Madeline promised that if you didn’t pick me, I could go on the spit in the carvery so I’m very happy about that!”

“What about you?” he asked Melony, relieved. “How will you cook now?”

“I’m getting butchered!” the busty blonde licked her lips then squeezed her ample breasts, pushing them together. “These are getting sliced off!” Having accepted all the congratulations and said goodbye to her friends, Becky came over and slipped her arm through Ollie’s.

“So, birthday boy,” she stroked his cheek seductively. “How are you gonna have me cooked? I hope you remember what I told you before?” She leaned in and kissed him. “Why don’t you tell the nice lady how you want to see me in that big ol’ pan, sizzling away?”

“Um… can I have her friend?” Ollie asked nervously. “In a wok? I hear you can do that if the meat is willing?” Madeline’s eyes went a little wide and she exhaled slowly in a low whistle.

“Well yes, we can prepare her that way for you, for sure, but it’s pretty intense even compared to the other live cooking methods. Are you sure about this?” she asked Becky. “Once you’re in, we won’t stop until you’re done!”

“Oh I’m sure alright!” Becky enthused. “Please! It’s what I really want and I know it’s how I’d be most delicious for him and his family!” The Manager shook her head in amused bemusement but did not argue any further. Despite having worked in the chain for years and now managing her own restaurant that served nothing but the cooked bodies of young girls day in, day out, the enthusiasm with which some of them approached their conversion from person to meat never failed to intrigue her!

“Since that’s what you’d like,” she turned to Ollie now, with no further need to consult Becky now that her fate was sealed, “we can cook her in the room while you watch, and serve her fresh from the pan. Would you like that?” Ollie glanced up into Becky’s eyes and she gave him an enthusiastic nod of encouragement, her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yes, Miss! Please!” Ollie grinned.

“Very well!” Madeline smiled and clapped her hands together in a business-like fashion. “I’ll get that arranged for you!” Members of the kitchen staff had come to collect the rest of the meat-girls for their different assignments. “While I do that…” the Manager said thoughtfully, “Would you like to watch a girl butchered? They’re going to process… Sorry dear,” she turned to Melony, “What was your name?”

“Melony!” the cute blonde informed her, taking no offence that the busy lady could not remember the names of every girl of the hundreds that passed through her kitchen every week.

“Melony, sorry!” Madeline smiled then turned back to Ollie. “Would you like to see Melony butchered? Becky can come with you. Then you can explore the rest of the kitchen and I’ll have someone come find you when everything’s set up to cook your dinner!”

“Oh yes please!” It was Lucy who replied with great enthusiasm this time. “That sounds fun!” Ollie nodded in agreement then looked thoughtful for a moment.

“If she’d like to,” he asked hesitantly, “can Tiffany join my family for the meal? She’s been such a great guide I’d love to thank her properly, and I’m sure there’ll be enough meat to go around!” He blushed a little, realising he had just referred to the girl on his arm as meat but Becky seemed perfectly happy with the description.

“Of course!” Madeline clapped her hands together in delight. “Her duties end once your tour’s finished so if you’d like to share your dinner with her, you’re more than welcome to!”

“Oh that’s really kind!” Tiffany looked genuinely touched. “Thank you! I’d better call my mum in a bit and tell her to pick me up later than planned.”

“You can get changed after the tour if you’d like to.” Ollie informed her politely. “You don’t have to stay naked for dinner!”

“Oh I don’t know,” she chuckled. “I kinda like it! But I guess it’s not very polite to show up in the all-together! Hey,” she turned to Madeline. “Do you have, like, a lost and found where you keep the clothes some girls show up in if they don’t get claimed? I’ve only got my sweatpants and top and these folks are dressed up nicely so…”

“I’m sure we can find something!” Madeline smiled reassuringly. “Don’t you worry about that! Now, head over to the butchering area with Melony and Patrick,” she indicated the ruggedly handsome young man in the kitchen-workers’ uniform who had come to collect the young excited for slaughter, “and enjoy the show! See you all later!”

Quickly, Patrick guided Melony through the busy kitchen, the happy quarter as they now were following close behind. Soon they arrived at an area set back from the main kitchen – a tiled recess with chains hanging from a bar which ran the length of it. On the ends of the chains were sharp meat-hooks. Melony shuddered when she saw them but more from excitement than fear. An older man in a stained over-all, a rather world-weary expression on his otherwise friendly face, was sharpening a knife with an electric sharpener mounted to the edge of a steel table just off to one side.

“All yours, Bill!” the younger worker smiled. “Standard cuts. Ten minutes before the next?”

“Yup, ten minutes will do it!” Bill replied with a little sigh which he managed to turn into a wry chuckle. “So I’ve got an audience this time, have I?” His chuckle was more genuine this time. “Well I hope you enjoy the show! So, young lady,” he turned his attention to Melony, “have you seen one of these before?” He pulled out what at first glance appeared to be a normal chair, like the type found in school classrooms, but as Ollie and Lucy looked at it, they realised there was something off about it, something different, although it was hard to work out exactly what!

“Oh yes!” Melony replied confidently. “That’s a slaughter chair! They showed us when we visited on a school trip! In fact I think it was you who told us about it? Do you remember me?” She giggled and fluttered her eye-lashes a little. “I was the one who asked how long it takes a girl to die once you cut her throat!”

“Oh yes!” Bill chuckled again but none of the youngsters were sure if he actually remembered the girl he was about to butcher or was just humouring her, not that it really mattered! “Sorry, you girls look a little different with your clothes on!” Melony giggled but wondered whether it was really clothes which made girls distinctive, to stand out from each other and be memorable, and if Bill and the others who worked in the kitchen were so used to seeing naked meat-girls that they all started to look more or less the same after a while. With presumably at least a dozen slaughters every night, maybe twenty or more on an especially busy night, there was no way Bill and the other butchers could be expected to remember every throat they cut, however cute, pretty or charming the girl in question was!

“Okay!” chuckled Bill once more. “Then you know how to get in it?” He set the chair under the middle set of hooks on the rail and the siblings watched with interest, curious to see what Melony would do. The slightly odd-looking shape of the chair suddenly made perfect sense when she mounted it but with her back on the flat and her legs supported by the upright so her head and hair lolled back while her meaty legs stuck straight up into the air! Essentially, the chair was mounted on the legs to be in a perpetual state of being tipped back.

Humming as he worked, Bill pulled the two nearest hooks down and pushed them through the backs of Melony’s ankles. Although they were incredibly sharp so it felt more like a pinch than actually painful, the young blonde still winced as she was pierced and Ollie, Lucy and even Tiffany could not help wincing a little in sympathy. By contrast, Becky began to breath more heavily and licked her lips as she watched!

“What do I do with my arms?” Melony asked sweetly as Bill went to collect his knife.

“Up to you really.” he smiled over his shoulder as he checked the sharpness of the blade with his thumb, appearing satisfied. “Easiest is probably to cross them over your chest. You know, like a vampire?”

“Like this?” giggled Melony, doing as he suggested, crossing her arms and resting a hand on each shoulder. “I feel like one of those mummies in the museum!”

“Eh… you’re much tastier!” Bill chuckled. “Most mummies I’ve seen are a bit past their sell-by!”

“Yeah you’re right,” Melony giggled, understanding and continuing the joke, “They look kinda stale!” It was impossible for anyone watching not to notice that crossing her arms in this way pushed the young girl’s boobs together most appealingly, giving her a very impressive cleavage!

“Hope you’re not squishing those too much!” Becky teased, sticking out her tongue at her friend. “Don’t want them to be served all misshapen and weird!”

“Don’t worry!” Melony retorted. “They spring back! They’re kinda like stress balls!” Bill chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

“Okay,” he explained, partly to his audience and partly to the meat-girl herself, “first I’m going to cut the throat then I’m going to retract the chains.” He showed them a big, industrial-looking remote with two large buttons, one red and one green, which hung from a reinforced cable close to where he was standing. “Then I’ll move the chair out the way. Ready?” Melody nodded and, to Ollie’s surprised, Becky let go of his arm and slipped her right hand down the front of his trousers. He glanced over at her in shock and saw that she was openly and shamelessly fingering herself with her other hand.

As she watched the old man bending forward, knowing that the knife in her hand was to end her life, Melony’s heart began to beat even faster and, noticing what Becky was doing, she wished she could be as shameless as her friend! Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the slice to come. She had expected the sharp steel blade to be cold but, having just been sharpened, it was quite warm as it bit into her. Bill cut deeply and she felt an intense burning sensation, then spluttered as her mouth filled with blood from the inside. Just as she was trying to comprehend the feeling of her blood pouring out the deep wound in her throat, her life ebbing with it, there was a metallic grinding sound followed by a sharp tug on the hooks through her ankles, sending a jolt not exactly of pain but like an electric current being passed down the nerves in her legs and she felt herself hoisted up.

The blood-flow had diminished now but she felt dizzy, nauseous, like being sea-sick, and above all she was incredibly cold. She thought she was going to throw up but when she gagged only congealed, cooling blood splattered from her mouth. The coldness she felt which made her shiver and the blood which carried living warmth around her body spilled onto the tiled floor and down that drain was contrasted with the second sudden burn as her belly was sliced open, the blade cutting through skin, fat and muscle to open her up. The last thing Melody saw before her vision faded to black was her insides tumbling past her eyes to land with a wet splat on the tiles below.

The sight of the busty, naked girl squirming as shuddering as the last traces of life left her body, leaving a hanging carcass where there had once been a cheerful, cheeky young girl, was enough to get Ollie hard for the third time that hour and Becky’s finger and thumb rubbing up and down inside his underpants was a very welcome sensation. All four watched in fascination as Bill, still humming, carved out Melony’s plump cunt fillet as a single piece then took a small electric hand-saw which he used to first remove her head which he set aside and then to halve the pale carcass. Next he took a hose and cleaned out the inside before taking down one half and laying it out on the steel table for further parting.

Tiffany could not help reaching up and massaging her own left breast as she watched Melony’s sliced off and placed on the table. The butcher then took a cleaver to the carcass, parting it out roughly before using a more delicate knife to further cut it into the steaks and joints that made up the general menu, as well as other parts to be minced for burgers, sausages and other dishes that required ground meat.

“What happens to the head?” Lucy asked curiously as Bill shifted the pile of meat to the end of the table and took down the second half of the carcass that had been Melony.

“It’ll get cleaned up and preserved.” He explained in a friendly way while she worked. “Then it’ll be mounted and put in the gift shop. Doesn’t work with whole-roasters, not the live ones anyway,” he continued, “but that’s what we do with butchered girls and ones that go in the pot. Gets a bit of extra value out of the body. Of course some private parties want it done too so we have to let a girl cook long enough to pass out then take her head off. Doesn’t work every time but more times than not we can salvage it pretty well!”

“And what do people do with them?” Ollie asked, Becky’s warm hand still pumping his hard little willy. It felt so good, even though he was sure he had nothing else to squirt for the time being! “When they buy them, I mean? Do they just put them on the wall or can they be used for stuff?” He imagined a head that could be opened around the hair-line and used for storing candy or other treasures.

“Some just go on the wall,” Bill agreed, taking a cleaver to Melony’s meaty leg, “then you’ve got the Happy Ending heads.”

“Happy Ending?” Ollie asked. “Do they tell stories or something?” Bill looked surprised, then a little awkward, not having expected his working day to involve explaining sex toys to a naive nine year old boy. Fortunately he was rescued by Becky who leaned close and explained in a whisper exactly what a Happy Ending head could be used for. Ollie’s eyes went a little wide and he blushed.

“I don’t think I’d want to be cut up,” Lucy announced to nobody in particular, “I’d rather go in the oven like a turkey but then it would be kind of a shame that nobody could keep my head!” Before anyone could respond to this observation from the pretty seven year old who had found watching the older blonde butchered incredibly exciting, Becky piped up with a question of her own.

“You said you can preserve a head if a girl is butchered or boiled, but not if they’re live-roasted, right?” Bill nodded, curious to know what her follow-up question might be. “What about if they’re fried? Like, in the wok?” The older man pondered a moment before answering.

“Well it’s not really my department,” he conceded, “so I’m no expert but I guess it would depend if much oil got on her face before she passed out? Wouldn’t be a particularly attractive toy or trophy covered in burns and pock-marks!”

“But it could be done?” the brunette pressed, pleasuring both herself and Ollie faster and with more intensity as she talked.

“I’m sure there’s a way…” Bill nodded thoughtfully, “But you’d have to talk to someone else about that!” Finally, Becky seemed content and, realising she was not going to be able to make Ollie cum again just yet, withdrew her hand from his underpants then offered him the sticky fingers of her other hand to suck the honey from one at a time, which he did enthusiastically. “I want to give you my head,” she leaned in and spoke softly, almost lovingly, “so I can give you head whenever you want!”