Fourth Chapter


After a restless night plagued by nightmares, the first thing Natalie did the next morning was go into the kitchen and press a control on the large kitchen clock.

“Edit!”

A red light began flashing.

“Add a new display.”

A question for more precise specifications followed, and the girl cleared her throat and shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts.

“Countdown, starting at 36 days. Updated every day at 9 a.m., random color. No beep!”

The screen changed, and a new display appeared directly below the date. Now there was a big 36 and Natalie nodded in satisfaction. From now on, this number would remind her how much time she had left. And when it finally reached zero, the time for her death would have come. Natalie Robinson would cease to exist and live on only in the memories of her family and friends. Although some of them would probably remember her taste more than her personality. But the people who really mattered, her father, her mother, George, Laura, and Peter, would never forget who she really was. She was absolutely sure of that.

But most importantly, this timer would now remind her, day after day, to live her life to the fullest, because she didn't have much time left. She literally had to try to squeeze the seventy or eighty years she might have had left into a few days and have as much fun as possible. And that was what she intended to do. However, there were still a few things to do before the fun could really begin. And the first of those things would require a little courage. Oh, who was she kidding? It would take a lot of courage. But nonetheless, she intended to go through with it. And do it properly. And so the first thing she did, while she was still standing in the kitchen and not taking her eyes off the big, red 36, was to take off all her clothes.

Meat needs no clothes.

Sidney Roebuck, the girl who changed the world, is said to have first uttered these words over three hundred years ago. Nattie didn't know if that was true, but it suited her. And she intended to abide by that wisdom. Of course, at a small family gathering like hers, there was no need to sign an official Sidney's Dehumanization Contract. The way the performers of the SEN snuff shows, for example, or any girl who volunteered in a restaurant or one of the large, ubiquitous slaughterhouses, had to do. Nevertheless, since yesterday, Natalie had felt a deep call in her heart to do the same. And as soon as she had exposed herself in this way, she knew it had been the right decision.

This wasn't the same thing her mother did, though it shared the basic idea of nudism: feeling so comfortable in one's own skin that one saw no need to cover oneself modestly. But for her, and for that matter, for every meat girl, it went a step further. It was about showing the world that you no longer considered your own shame important, but rather, you wanted to proudly show everyone that you had recognized and accepted who you truly were.

Meat

It was a tribute to Sidney, who had spent years showing off her body to prove how beautiful it was, how perfect, and above all, how perfectly suited to its true and most primal purpose: to roast and consume it. It was about acceptance and the surrender of one's own ego.

With a smile on her face, Natalie looked down at the T-shirt bearing the logo of her favorite band. The Volunteers were an all-girl teenage band from Canada who had been captivating their fans' hearts for a good two years and enjoyed immense popularity everywhere. Their songs mostly dealt with the deep inner urge that supposedly slumbered in all women and girls: to meet the bloodiest possible end at the hands of their lover. Their biggest success had been the number one hit "Clobberin' Time." The music holo for the song was still in the top 10 after forty weeks, perhaps partly because of the cute girl in the ancient Japanese school uniform, whose head the four band members had smashed in with their guitars as a bloody climax. Only later did it become known that the poor thing had been the lead singer's younger sister, who wanted to give her a career boost in this way.

For a while, the band was my everything

She still remembered how proud she had been when she bought the shirt at one of their concerts last summer. She had worn it almost every day for a while, but by now it was a little too tight for her. Thoughtfully, she ran her fingertips over the image of the four half-naked girls in their heavy leather boots with the ancient microphones.

Their music is great... but the shirt doesn't determine who I am. What matters is what's underneath

With that, she rolled up the T-shirt, bent down to pick up the pants, and went into the bathroom. She opened the laundry basket, hesitated a moment, and then threw both things in.

That's it. I'll never wear another piece of clothing. I swear

With this thought, which made her heart pound in her chest, she stepped into the shower, turned on the water, and closed her eyes. Natalie didn't know how long she stood there, simply enjoying the heat. She was barely able to do anything; she just stood there motionless, feeling the water flowing over her body.

Over my naked body, which from today on, every person I meet will see. And see it for what it is: flesh and nothing more. And maybe as a sex object

This thought made her smile and finally pulled her out of her stupor. She reached for the soap and began to wash herself. And as she did so, her mother's words came back to her. She had thought intensely about them, about how she should enjoy the rest of her life, how she should have as many experiences and sex as she could. And she knew very well that her mother meant it exactly the way she said it. The famous author S. P. Robinson was a deeply sexual person, something her daughter knew long before she shared her bed with her. It was evident on every single page of her erotic novels. Sex and blood characterized her stories and Natalie had grown up with them, had actually listened to them before going to bed, which had given her extremely exciting dreams early in her life.

The P in her mother's name had always been a mystery to her readers and provided the perfect breeding ground for many a theory. Natalie knew, however, that her mother didn't even have a middle name. And so, several years ago, she had asked her what the idea behind choosing her pen name had been. In retrospect, the answer hadn't surprised her at all. The P stood for Porkchop. According to her own statement, it was one of the favorite nicknames her father had ever given her.

The twelve-year-old chuckled to herself, but the smile faded shortly afterwards. Because with all these memories and all the reasons why she had decided to go without clothes in the future, other thoughts also came to her. Even though she didn't want to, she could hardly stop them, because there was only one topic still haunting her mind.

How could it have been any different?

And so and so, she kept thinking of new things that she would no longer experience. Her dream of attending high school for at least a year was over. Likewise, the state swimming championships in two months would probably have to take place without her. And the spelling club would probably need a new captain soon, but that would have happened anyway as soon as she had changed schools. What really hurt her, however, was the fact that she wouldn't live to see her 13th birthday in December, and that was something she truly regretted because, on the one hand, she had been really looking forward to becoming a real teenager, and, on the other, she had firmly planned to spend the day with Peter.

But despite all the things that would be denied her, despite all the long-term plans she might have had once that would now never come to fruition, despite all the experiences she would no longer have, the anticipation in her heart still prevailed. Natalie felt this more and more every hour as she dealt with her approaching death. Last night, too, she had lain in bed for a long time and masturbated at the thought of how the spit would be pushed into her body. As she rubbed her pearl raw, she imagined the heat of the flames reaching out to her naked body, gradually transforming her rosy skin into a delicious golden brown. And when she reached climax and realized once again that she would soon be sleeping on a wet sheet because she had squirted all over the bed again, she deliberately screamed her pleasure out loud so that her mother would definitely hear. Because she should know how happy the thought made her. She should know how ready she was to end her life in this way.

The only thing that truly saddened her was the fact that she couldn't witness how her Uncle George would ultimately carve thick chunks from her body and distribute them onto the plates of the wedding guests. That she couldn't see him and Laura sharing her delicious pussy fillet, that she couldn't witness Peter carrying his plate back to his seat with a happy smile on his lips, knowing full well that he was about to devour a delicious slice of her ass, or maybe even one of her breasts. And so she had to be content with the thought that her sacrifice would give all the people she loved an unforgettable day.

Nattie sighed. But before that happened, she wanted to experience a lot more and still had a lot to do. So she finally left the shower, dried herself off, and went to her room. Then she stood in front of the wardrobe, opened it, and firmly planted her fists on her hips. She briefly glanced over the huge selection of different clothes. T-shirts, pants, summer dresses, shorts—everything she owned. A lot had accumulated over the years, even though most of it no longer fit her. But even her current outfit was quite impressive. While she had never been a girl who placed much importance on her hairstyle or outfit—not a typical girly-girl, after all—she had her own style. Even if the end result mostly played into the stereotype of a typical tomboy. Her relatively short hair, her preference for white sneakers, and her metal band T-shirts had ensured that.

But that was all over now. With a final, determined nod and a quiet sigh, she spread her arms, reached out, and with a quiet groan, lifted as many clothes as she could out of the closet at once. She carried them over to the bed and dropped them onto it. Then she took them off the hangers, threw them all into a pile, and repeated the process. Over and over, she returned to the closet, tossed her clothes onto the bed, and felt her heart grow lighter with each load. When she was finished, she opened the drawers, grabbed socks, underwear, scarves, and everything else she owned, tossed it onto the pile, and finally, with her hands on her hips, nodded with satisfaction.

Okay, I've made a start. What now?

Shortly thereafter, she hurried barefoot through the house, into the kitchen, and grabbed several large garbage bags. She ran back and began ruthlessly stuffing her clothes into them. In the end, she had collected four large bags, which she dragged, groaning and panting, out into the hallway. Exhausted, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to her room. The closet was now completely empty. There was truly nothing left. Excitedly, she bit her lip and ran her hands over her sweaty chest. She could feel her hard buds beneath her palms. The thought of no longer wearing a single shred of fabric excited her more than she cared to admit. And she could already feel the wetness rising between her thighs again. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of throwing herself onto the bed, spreading her legs, and stroking herself to climax, just to clear her head. But in the end she decided against it.

There's plenty of time for that tonight. Now, on to the next point, the ultimate test of courage

With that thought in mind, she hurried up the stairs to the first floor. She took the stairs two at a time and then walked down the hall to her mother's study. She paused briefly because the door was closed. That usually means she was working on her new novel and didn't want to be disturbed. But Natalie couldn't help it; the excitement in her heart was far too great. And so she knocked softly.

"Come in!"

When Steph's voice rang out, she opened the door and immediately had to grin broadly. The great author was sitting at her desk and, as she had expected, was completely naked. What she hadn't expected, however, was that her mother had put her feet up on the edge of the desk, spread her legs, and slid deep into her seat. The fingers of her right hand held the end of her favorite dildo and, in a lazy movement, pushed it deep inside her, again and again, while with her left hand she was taking off the microphone headset, giving her daughter a confused smile.

“Oh dear, what did I do to deserve this lovely sight?”

With a happy smile, the little girl put her hands on her hips and struck a pose.

"Well, that's why I'm here."

"Mmm... would you like to help me with some work?"

At her words, Stefanie bit her lip and nodded meaningfully down at the spot at her feet. But even though this offer sounded extremely tempting, Natalie just shrugged her shoulders.

"I can do that, of course, but it wasn't really the reason I'm here. I actually wanted to ask you something."

Nevertheless, the girl stepped closer at her words, because she simply couldn't resist. The sight of her naked mother made her juices flow, as always, and so she bent down and tenderly kissed the foot closest to her. As her lips touched her skin, Stephanie sighed with pleasure and pushed the dildo even deeper into her pussy. As she did so, she wiggled her toes and winked seductively. She was probably hoping that her daughter would change her mind and actually crawl under her desk. When Natalie made no move to grant her this wish, she pulled the toy out of herself, placed it on the table, and put her feet on the floor so that she could meet her daughter's expectant gaze in a somewhat more dignified posture.

"What's on your mind, love?"

Nattie came a little closer, leaned casually against the table, and touched the tip of the silicone penis with her finger, making it vibrate. She bit her lip and grinned, knowing very well that this thing was a one-to-one copy of her father’s cock, made especially for her mother. She affectionately called him DD – Daddy's Dick. But then she forced herself to focus and turned her attention to her mother, who was looking at her expectantly.

“Would you mind taking me to After-Harvest?”

Stephanie frowned in confusion and tilted her head questioningly.

"To charity? Um, what are you planning? You know you already promised your body to your uncle. You can't just... donate it to the food bank, although I must say that would be extremely generous of you."

Her daughter laughed, but then immediately shook her head, because she could well understand her mother's confusion. The After-Harvest was the city's most famous welfare institution, with an attached food bank and job center where homeless people and the long-term unemployed could look for mini-jobs. But it was also the main point of contact for parents who wanted to donate the clothes of their daughters, who had lost their lives in one way or another, to a good cause.

"No, that's not what I meant. But I've spent the last half hour packing all my clothes into bags. I'd like to donate them."

These words caused her mother to sit up in astonishment and stare at her, open-mouthed.

"Your clothes? Um, and what do you want to wear from now on?"

The confusion she must be feeling was abundantly clear to see. But Nattie was concerned that she understood her. So she looked at her with solemn seriousness and shook her head.

"Nothing. Look at me, Mom. I'm just meat. And that's exactly what I want to be. And meat doesn't wear clothes."

Her counterpart rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. With a doubtful look, she tilted her head and eyed her daughter in disbelief for a while. She seemed unable to decide whether she wanted to be impressed or annoyed.

“Yes, I know that’s what people say, but do you really want that?”

But although, or perhaps because, the doubt still persisted in her mother's eyes, the little girl put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin with a serious expression. Didn't she want to understand how important this was to her, how serious she was about this? The whole thing had been her suggestion, or at least her brother-in-law's, so why was she surprised that if she was doing it, she was committing to it one hundred percent?

"Mom, you said you fully support me. Don't you believe me when I say I want to go through with it?"

Stephanie pursed her lips and avoided her gaze as she answered.

"Of course, I believe you, honey, and I'm proud of you..."

Her expression seemed surprisingly uncertain, and secretly, Natalie suspected she'd already won half the battle. So she pressed on.

"There's this strange feeling deep in my heart. It's as if it's speaking to me and thanking me because I've finally understood what it's been trying to tell me all along. I've now discovered the meaning of my life, and that is to become meat."

Now it was she who uncertainly avoided her mother's gaze as she continued quietly.

"I set a timer in the kitchen earlier. I have 36 days left to live, and I will spend those 36 days however I want. Please allow me to do this, Mom, allow me to do this the way I want deep in my heart, because I won't get a second chance."

Stephanie licked her lips and looked her daughter up and down. Her eyes glittered, but her tone was serious as she replied:

"Have you really thought this through, my darling? You know what that means..."

"Yes, I have, and I want to. I want to spend the last few days I have left naked. And by that, I mean completely naked, no matter what I'm doing and wherever I am. Whether we're traveling as a family or here at home. I want to be naked, just as meat is."

A faint smile appeared on her mother's face. After a while, she looked up at her again, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze wandering openly and admiringly over her twelve-year-old body, licking her lips with pleasure.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to complain. But this is a pretty big change, dear. I don't want you to do something you might not be ready for in the end."

But her daughter just tilted her head, and an almost mocking smirk curled her lips, almost as if she couldn't believe what her mother had said.

"Mom, I recently made an even more difficult decision. Trust me, I'm ready."

Nattie knew full well that her mother could hardly counter that argument, and so she wasn't surprised when she finally shrugged and chuckled quietly to herself. She raised her hands in defeat and said,

"Well, then I'd say I'll take you into town now, and if you want, we can go out for ice cream in your new outfit afterward. What do you think?"

Natalie's mouth fell open. She had won and would probably spend the rest of her life naked, but it seemed her mother wanted to test her resolve right away. And to her surprise, she felt her heart suddenly beat faster at the thought of driving into town with her and actually showing off her naked young body to everyone. But even though the butterflies fluttered in her chest with excitement, she just nodded and replied with a trembling voice:

"Wow... thanks, Mom, I'm looking forward to it."

Her mother immediately stood up, clapped her hands, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She held her tightly, and for a moment, the hug felt as if she never wanted to let her go. As if a part of her now regretted having even broken her brother-in-law's news to her and not simply saying no on her behalf instead. But maybe she was just imagining it; she couldn't be completely sure, because she knew by now that her mother, when she was her age, had firmly intended to meet her end on a spit.

But maybe she secretly wished something different for her only child

But suddenly, Natalie was torn from her thoughts by her mother's voice, which she wasn't even sure where they had come from so suddenly.

"Okay, then, let's go!"

Nattie chuckled as her mother, now as energetic and cheerful as before, marched past her. In fact, she seemed to be looking forward to the trip, but when her daughter didn't follow her immediately, she paused at the door and looked back at her. And then something changed in her gaze. Her eyes, which had just had that mischievous glint in them that she knew and loved, now seemed softer. And suddenly, under her mother's intense gaze, the twelve-year-old became truly aware for the very first time that from now on, she would spend every moment of every day naked with her and also with her father. And also how much fun this decision could potentially mean. That familiar and extremely pleasant, warm feeling arose in her lap again, and her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation.

"Nattie?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"I meant it when I said I'm proud of you. You're living my dream, you know?" She shrugged, smiling almost shyly. "The fact that you really want to do this, and especially that you're doing it with so much joie de vivre, shows great maturity."

Her daughter beamed from ear to ear and felt a blush rising in her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. It was true. The joy of life glowed within her like it hadn't in a long time. Maybe precisely because she knew her life wouldn't last much longer. Every second was twice as precious from now on and wanted to be lived twice as intensely.

"Thanks, Mom."

Stephanie nodded. Then she straightened up and resolutely shook off the serious thoughts. She turned and called out, just as she was about to disappear out the door:

"Come on then. I have something to do before we can leave."

She was about to turn away completely when Nattie quickly raised her hand again and asked for a second's reprieve.

"Just a moment."

And with that, she reached for DD, which had been glistening so temptingly in the sunlight coming through the window the whole time, grinned from ear to ear, and with a moan of pleasure, pushed it into her mouth, licking it all over. She slurped her mother's juices from the toy with relish, almost challenging her gaze.

Steph shook her head, put her hands over her face, and laughed in shame.

"Yes, you are definitely my daughter, I can't deny that."