Meat-mama

Hi. I'm the one they call "meat-mama" in this house. Mistress says that my oldest girl tried to tell the story of how I became a meatgirl, but she mixed it up so badly that it was unusable, so I'll have to write it myself. I've told her the story plenty of times, but my darling little meatgirl never really understood some parts of it anyway. I haven't even thought about writing or spelling in, let's see.. I guess fifteen years, so I'm sure Mistress will have a lot of editing to do to fix my mistakes. I don't remember every detail, but obviously it was a defining moment of my life, and I think it was rather romantic, so I'll do my best to tell it well.

It all started when I was thirteen and my big brother was about to turn fifteen. I freely admit that I had a huge crush on my brother, and being thirteen, I thought it was true, unbreakable love. I now understand that my young heart wasn't big enough for a feeling as big as genuine love, but to be fair, I guess that what I felt was as close to it as my immature heart could contain. In the past decade and a half, my heart and feelings have only grown, but even back then, I was absolutely devoted to him.

The question that changed the course of my life was: what to get my beloved brother for his birthday. What I truly wanted was to give him my virginity, but back then the law still frowned on incest, and I thought our parents would kill us, or at least ground us for life, if I tried to seduce my brother behind their backs. Still, I needed to be with him, no matter what.

It was right about then that they signed that first major law that recognized "meatgirl" as a legal status. When I heard that meatgirls didn't legally count as people, and so, laws limiting what people could do didn't generally apply to them, it sounded like the universe had handed me the perfect solution: as meat, I could be with my brother completely and forever. It wasn't as good as being his wife, but it still sounded like heaven to me.

I remember my best friend thought I was crazy and tried to talk me out of it, but she couldn't stop me from being with him. The only ones who could stop me were our parents. Since I was still a minor, they were the ones who had to sign the paperwork to legally convert me into a meatgirl. I hear that things have changed since then, but back then you had to go through this whole big process with a lot of paperwork to legally convert a young girl. Before I talked to mom and dad, I got my hands on those forms and carefully filled out everything but their signatures.

When I told them what I wanted to do, they were really mad at first. I'll never forget mom ripping up those papers and telling me that I would never ever be allowed to become meat, even if I lived to be a hundred. Of course I didn't give up that easily. I think I filled out at least two copies of that paperwork every day and put them in places they would find them for the next week. I did a bunch of other stuff to try to convince them, too, but I don't really remember the details. In the end, I think I just wore them down until they gave in.

The morning of his birthday, I came to breakfast just wearing three of those stick-on gift wrapping bows, one on each nipple and on my freshly shaved cunt, plus a huge grin. My brother's eyes just about popped out of his head when I told him that my body was his present and mom and dad just agreed. I don't think he really believed that I was a meatgirl until mom showed him the paperwork.

He immediately took me up to his room. My heart was pounding the whole way because I thought he was taking me to bed to claim my body. Unfortunately, this didn't play out anything like I had dreamed. Instead of fucking me, he just started talking about how he was going to find a way to save me from our crazy parents. It took over an hour for me to convince him that this was all my idea and that I really, really wanted him to fuck me and be my owner for as long as he wanted me to live. Once he accepted that I was his willing property, we only got as far as him feeling up my budding tits before he chickened out. He ordered me to stay in my old room until he could figure out what to do.

As much as it felt like he was rejecting me, I obeyed my new master and stayed hidden all day, missing his actual birthday party. That evening when he came into my room, he finally had that lustful look in his eye that I craved. I guess he had been thinking about my naked, eager body all day, because he didn't even say anything before kissing me and pushing me onto my bed. Looking back, I can see that his kisses were rough and unskilled, but he was claiming my body as his property, so to me it was perfect.

When my maidenhead broke, he remembered his "delicate" little sister and tried to pause to let me adjust, but I wasn't interested in stopping now that I finally had him in me. Disregarding the pain, I immediately shoved myself down, forcing his cock deep inside. Once he started thrusting again, it didn't take him long at all to cum. I didn't cum that first time, or the next if I remember correctly, but we were both young and extremely horny, so we ended up fucking for half the night.

Most of the rest of the story is just what you'd expect from two hormone filled teens who had suddenly lost all inhibitions for each other: nearly nonstop fucking. At first mom and dad acted a bit weird about me walking around naked and freshly fucked in front of our little sisters, but I was a meatgirl, so they were just going to have to get used to that.

One minor hiccup in my plan was that my brother wasn't old enough to legally own me yet, so mom and dad were technically my owners for those first two years. Mom actually took me to bed sometimes, but dad pretty much left me to my brother. I did notice that he fucked mom a lot more with a naked meatgirl in the house, though.

The only other thing worth mentioning was a few months after I became a meatgirl, during my first pregnancy. My master and I had a serious talk about the "meat" part of my status. He had stopped dating and suggested that he and I live like we were a couple, rather than meat and owner, but I flatly refused. As much as I would've loved to have him all to myself forever, I fully accepted that I was meat and that my fate was to get eaten by my master. Eventually. I wasn't going to jump in the oven until he asked. However, I did make him swear to snuff and eat me, rather than allow me to get old.

It was during those discussions about when and how I was to meat my end that Master came up with a delicious plan. We dubbed that plan the "incest meatgirl turducken". The plan required one of my meatgirl daughters to bear a baby of her own, but now that that has happened, the time has finally cum! I'm delighted that the timing worked out so we'll have a bit of extra meat for this. "One in the oven" is about to become so much more literal. ;-D

[Meatgirl or not, meat-mama is actually very smart, so I'm going to assume those two typos were deliberate puns.]

Also, Mistress, thank you so much for allowing me to live long enough for me to fulfill this final fantasy. I'm sure I took more than a meatgirl's share of your husband's affection, but you never once took that out on me. I love you both with my whole heart and body!

Ok, time to go be delicious.