Fourth Chapter - Meat doesn't wear clothes


After her nighttime talk with Pete, which ended so sadly and abruptly, Natalie fell into a restless sleep. She was plagued by nightmares and kept waking up. And every time, she found it difficult to fall back asleep. Finally, she started to touch herself, and only after a violent orgasm, which took a long time to come this time, did she finally manage to get back to sleep. Nevertheless, she didn't exactly feel rested, and yet the first thing she did after getting up was to go to the kitchen and stare at the large digital display that took up most of the wall, her fists clenched at her sides.

“Nexus, edit the kitchen calendar!”

“Of course, Nattie.”

The sonorous voice of the house computer answered her, and immediately a red light began to flash, indicating that the device was ready for her input.

“Add a new display.”

A few options and a question for more detailed specifications appeared on the screen. Natalie cleared her throat and slipped one hand into her pants pocket, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the other.

“Countdown, starting at 36 days. Update every day at 9 a.m., color changing randomly. No beep!”

“Display updated.”

The screen changed again and a new display appeared directly below the date. Now there was a large pink 36 and the girl nodded contentedly. Then she took a step back and looked at her work. This number was now her life. From now on, it would remind her every morning how much time she had left. Day by day, it would slowly count down until it finally reached zero. And with that, the moment of 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 would probably remember her taste more than her personality. But the people who really mattered, her mother, her father, Uncle George, Laura, and Peter, would never forget who she really was. She was absolutely certain of that.

But most importantly, this display would now remind her every day to enjoy her life to the fullest. Because she didn't have much time left. She literally had to try to fit the seventy or eighty years she might have had left into these few days and have as much fun as possible. And that was exactly what she intended to do. However, there were a few things to take care of before the fun could really begin. And the first task would require a little bit of courage on her part. Natalie's face in the reflective surface of the clock frowned.

Oh, who am I kidding? This is going to take a lot of courage on my part

Her fingers tentatively searched for the hem of her T-shirt and played with it. Shortly before getting up, she had lain in bed for a long time, thinking about how she wanted to spend the rest of her days. And one thing had quickly become clear to her. Yes, she wanted to have fun and she wanted to gain as much new experiences as she could, just as her mother had urged her to do. But she also knew that she would lack the courage to make these changes if her everyday life did not adapt to the new circumstances and if she simply continued as before, until the day she finally ended up over the coals.

She had lacked the courage to take this step immediately. But now that she had this large number in front of her, which unfortunately was no longer so large and would steadily decrease from now on, she planned to go through with it anyway, with everything that went with it. And so she gathered all her courage, grabbed the hem of her shirt more firmly, and pulled it over her head.

Meat does not wear clothes

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

This was not the same as what her mother did, even though it shared the basic idea of nudism, namely feeling so comfortable in one's own skin that one saw no need to cover up bashfully. But for Nattie, and for every Meatgirl for that matter, it went a step further. It was about showing the world that you no longer considered your own shame important, but on the contrary, wanted to proudly show everyone that you had recognized and accepted what you really were.

Meat

It was a tribute to Sidney, who had spent years showing off her body to prove how beautiful it was, how perfectly suited to its true and most original purpose. Which was to be roasted and eaten. It was about acceptance and surrendering one's ego.

With a smile on her lips, Natalie looked at the T-shirt with the logo of her favorite band in her hands. The Volunteers were an all-girl teenage band from Canada who had been making their fans' hearts beat faster for a good two years and enjoyed great popularity everywhere. Their songs mostly dealt with the deep inner urge that supposedly lay dormant in all women and girls, which was to meet as bloody an end as possible at the hands of their loved one. 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 because of the cute girl in the old-fashioned Japanese school uniform whose skull the four band members had smashed with their guitars as the bloody climax on stage. It was only later that it was revealed that the poor thing was the lead singer's younger sister, who wanted to give her career a boost in this way.

The band had been my everything for a while

She 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, and now it was a little too tight for her. She ran her fingertips pensively over the image of the four half-naked girls in their heavy leather boots with the old-fashioned microphones.

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

With that, she rolled it up, bent down to pick up the pants that lay half-forgotten at her feet, and went into the bathroom. She opened the laundry basket, hesitated for a last moment, and then threw both items in.

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

With that thought pounding 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 capable of doing anything, she just stood motionless under the stream and felt the water flowing over her body.

Over my naked body, which from today onwards everyone I meet will see. And see it for what it is. Meat and nothing more... and maybe a sex object...

This thought made her smile and finally snapped her out of her stupor. She reached for the soap and began to wash herself, and her mother's words came back to her. She had thought deeply about what she had said. That she should enjoy the rest of her life, have as many experiences and as much sex as she could. And she knew very well that her mother had meant it exactly as she said it.

The famous author S.P. Robinson was a deeply sexual person. She hadn't only known that since sharing a bed with her. It was also evident on every single page of her erotic novels. Sex, blood, and violence characterized her stories, and Natalie had grown up with them. She had often listened to them before going to bed to help her fall asleep, which had given her extremely exciting dreams very 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 crazy theory. Some suspected that it was simply her middle name, like Pamela or Paula. But Natalie knew that her mom didn't have a middle name. Others saw it as a subtle hint at a fetish that was a recurring theme in her novels. So maybe P simply stood for Pee, as in watersports, or even for painslut. But even though these assumptions were imaginative and quite amusing, Nattie knew that they weren't true either. She had been sure of this ever since she had been unable to curb her curiosity and had simply asked her mom about it a few years ago. In retrospect, the answer hadn't surprised her at all. The P stood for Porkchop. According to her, it was one of her favorite nicknames her father had ever given her.

With the soap in her hand, the twelve-year-old smiled to herself, but the smile faded shortly thereafter. Because with all these memories and all the reasons why she had decided to do without clothes in the future, other thoughts came to her. Even though she didn't want to, she could hardly prevent it, because there was only one topic that was still haunting her mind.

How could it be any different?

And so she kept thinking of new things she would no longer be able to experience. Her dream of going to High School for at least a year was over. Likewise, the national swimming championships in two months would have to take place without her. And the spelling club would probably need a new captain soon, but they would have had to look for one anyway as soon as she had changed schools. What really hurt her, however, was the fact that she would no longer be able to celebrate her 13th birthday in December. And that was something she truly regretted. For one thing, Natalie had been really looking forward to becoming a real teenager, and for another, she had firmly planned to spend the day with Peter.

But despite all these things that would be denied to her, despite all the long-term plans she might once have had and that would now never come to fruition, despite all the experiences she would no longer have, she realized that anticipation prevailed in her heart. Natalie felt this more and more with every passing hour as she contemplated her approaching death. Even last night, when she had desperately tried to finger herself to sleep, she had imagined again and again how it would feel to have the spit pushed into her body. As she rubbed her pearl raw, she imagined how the heat of the flames would touch her naked flesh and gradually transform her rosy skin into a delicious golden brown. And when she finally reached the climax she had been longing for and realized once again that she would be sleeping on a wet sheet because she had squirted all over the bed again, she deliberately screamed out her pleasure so that her mother would definitely hear her. Because she should know how happy the thought made her. She should know how ready she was to end her life this way.

The only thing that made her sad about this was the fact that she couldn't see for herself how her uncle ended up cutting thick slices from her body and distributing them among the wedding guests. That she couldn't see how he and Laura shared 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 eat a delicious slice of her ass or maybe even one of her breasts. And so she had to content herself with the thought that her sacrifice would give all the people she loved an unforgettable day.

Nattie sighed. But before that day finally arrived, she wanted to experience a lot more and therefore 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, with a determined look on her face, put her fists on her hips. Her eyes quickly scanned the huge selection of different clothes, T-shirts, pants, summer dresses, shorts, everything she owned. Over the years, she had accumulated quite a lot, even though most of it no longer fit her. But her current wardrobe was still quite impressive. She had never been a girl who cared much about her hairstyle or outfit, not a typical girly girl, but she had her own style, even if the end result mostly served the cliché of a typical tomboy. Her relatively short hair, her preference for white sneakers, and her metal band T-shirts alone ensured that.

But now all that was over. With a final determined nod and a quiet sigh, she spread her arms, reached in, and with a silent groan lifted as many clothes as she could out of the closet at once. She carried them over to the bed and dropped them carelessly on top of it. Then she took them off the hangers, threw them all in a pile, and repeated the process. Over and over again, she returned to the closet, threw her clothes on the bed, and felt her heart grow lighter with each load. When she was done, she opened the drawers, grabbed socks, underwear, scarves, and everything else she owned, threw it on the pile, and finally put her hands on her hips. A satisfied grin spread across her face.

Okay, that's a start. Now what?
Shortly thereafter, she hurried barefoot through the house to the kitchen and, after instructing the home printer to print some garbage bags, she ran back and began stuffing her clothes into them recklessly. In the end, she had four large bags, which she dragged out into the hallway, groaning and panting. Exhausted, the girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to her room. The wardrobe was now completely empty, with nothing left inside. Excited, she bit her lip at the sight and ran her hands over her sweat-drenched chest. She could feel her hard nipples under her palms. The idea of not wearing a single scrap of fabric on her body from now on aroused her more than she wanted to admit. She could already feel wetness between her thighs, and for a moment she toyed with the idea of throwing herself onto the bed, spreading her legs, and stroking herself to a screaming climax, just to clear her head. But in the end, she decided against it.

There’s plenty of time for that later. First, it’s time for the ultimate test of courage

With this thought in mind, she hurried up the stairs to the first floor. She took two steps at a time and then ran down the hallway to her mother's study. Once there, however, she paused briefly because the door was closed. That usually meant her mom was working on her new novel and didn't want to be disturbed. But Natalie couldn't help herself. The excitement in her heart was too great, so she knocked quietly.

“Come in!”

When Steph's voice rang out, she opened the door and immediately a big smile spread across her lips. The great author was sitting at her desk and, as expected, was completely naked. What she hadn't expected, however, was that her mother had her feet on the edge of the table, her legs spread wide, and had slid deep into her seat. The fingers of her right hand held the end of her favorite toy and pushed it deep inside her again and again in a lazy motion. With her left hand, she took off her microphone headphones and gave her daughter a confused smile.
“Oh dear, what have I done to deserve this delightful sight?”

With a happy smile, Natalie put her hands on her hips and struck a pose.

“Well, that's the reason I'm here.”

“Mmm... would you like to help me a little with my work?”

With these words, her mother spread her legs a little wider, pulled out the dildo, and nodded down at her shiny pussy and the spot at her feet. But even though this offer was extremely tempting and sent flashes of arousal through the young girl's pussy, she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Of course, I can do that, Mom, but that's not why I'm here. Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

Nevertheless, she stepped closer as she spoke, because she simply couldn't resist. The sight of her naked mother made her juices flow, so she bent down and at least kissed the foot closest to her tenderly. When her lips touched her skin, Stephanie sighed with pleasure and pushed the dildo back into her snatch as far as it would go. With a seductive glance, she wiggled her toes invitingly. Obviously, she was hoping her daughter would change her mind and crawl under her desk after all. However, when Natalie made no move to fulfill her wish, she pulled the toy out of herself with a regretful pout, placed it on the table, and put her feet on the floor so that she could meet her daughter's expectant gaze in a slightly more dignified posture.

“Well then, what's on your mind, dear?”

Nattie moved a little closer, leaned casually against the table, and made the silicone cock swing with her fingertip. She bit her lip and smirked, knowing full well that this thing was a one-to-one replica made especially for her mother, modeled after her husband's best piece. She herself affectionately called it D.D., Daddy's Dick.

“Would you mind taking me to After Harvest for a quick ride?”

Stephanie frowned in confusion and tilted her head questioningly.

“To the charity? Um, what are you up to? You know you already promised your body to your uncle. You can’t just... donate it to the food bank now, even though I have to say that would be extremely generous of you.”

Her daughter laughed but immediately shook her head, because of course she could understand her confusion. After-Harvest was the most famous welfare institution in Colorado Springs, 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 put the clothes and toys of their daughters, who had lost their lives in one way or another, to good use.

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

These words caused her mother to sit up in astonishment and stare at her with her mouth open.

“Your clothes? Um, and what are you going to wear from now on?”

The confusion she must have felt was plain to see. But it was important to Nattie that she understood. So, she looked at her with solemn seriousness and shook her head.

“Nothing. Look at me, Mom. I'm just meat now, and that's all I want to be. And meat doesn't wear clothes.”
The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. With a doubtful look, she tilted her head and stared at her incredulously for a moment. She seemed unable to decide whether she wanted to be impressed or annoyed.

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

The doubt still lingered in her eyes. That's why her daughter now defiantly put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chin. Didn't she want to understand how important this was to her, how seriously she took the whole thing? The whole matter had been her suggestion, or at least her brother-in-law's, so why was she now surprised that she was committing herself one hundred percent to it?

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

Stephanie pursed her lips and avoided her gaze.

“Of course, I believe you, sweetie, and I'm proud of you...”

But her expression seemed surprisingly uncertain, and was that a hint of envy sparkling in her eyes? She wasn't sure. Still, Natalie sensed that she was halfway there. So, she pressed on.

“You have to understand, Mom. Ever since I made this decision, I've had this strange feeling deep in my heart. It's as if it's speaking to me and wants to thank me for finally understanding what it's been trying to tell me all along. I've now realized the meaning of my life, and that is to be meat and to be eaten.”

But as she continued, it was suddenly she who uncertainly avoided her mother's gaze. For she had given her a deep insight into her innermost feelings. And even though she had shared a lot with her before, there had always been things she preferred to keep to herself. But she sensed that this too seemed to have changed now. She felt more that her body, and with it her mind, her thoughts, her soul, no longer belonged to her. They were just a loan that she was allowed to use until her time came. But she no longer had a right to secrets.

“Earlier, I set a timer in the kitchen. I have 36 days left to live, and I want to spend those 36 days however I want. Please let me do this, Mom. Let me do what I want to do deep in my heart, because I won't get a second chance.”

Stephanie licked her lips, and her gaze quickly swept from top to bottom over her daughter's naked body. Her eyes sparkled, but her tone was serious as she replied:

"Have you really thought this through, sweetheart? You know what this means. If you don't wear clothes from now on, people will look at you differently and treat you differently. You can forget about your personal space. They'll stare at you, touch you, and grope you as they please. You'll literally be nothing more than a piece of meat to most people, and I don't just mean in a culinary sense.”

“Yes, I know," the girl nodded and rolled her eyes a little. “But I'm willing to accept all that if it means I can spend the last days I have left as freely as possible. And by that, I mean completely free. Free from all shackles, from all... I don't know, social constraints or norms. Just like a meat girl who knows her time is up.”

Her mother nodded thoughtfully and chewed her lip for a moment.

“I know what you mean.” Then, with an imperceptible shrug, she added, “I can still remember all the girls who showed up at my father's butcher shop. Whether they came alone or were brought by their parents, most of them were naked.”

“You see, that's what I want to be, no matter what I do or where I am, whether we're out and about in town as a family or I'm just lounging around on the couch here at home, I just want to be seen as a naked piece of meat. Is that okay?”

A subtle smile appeared on her mother's face. After a while, she looked up at her again, her hands folded in her lap, and let her gaze wander openly and admiringly over her toned body. Suddenly, she reached for her hand and pulled her toward her. Held close, Nattie looked down at her and an excited tremor ran through her body as her mother tenderly circled her navel with her fingertips and then moved up to her breast. Finally, she placed her flat hand on her heart, right between her hard nipples, and lingered there for a moment, pressing a loving kiss on her stomach.

"Well, I certainly won't complain about that. But it's quite a 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 a mocking smile crossed her lips, almost as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

“Mom, I recently made an even more difficult decision. Trust me, I'm ready for this.”

She knew full well that her mother could hardly counter this argument, so she wasn't surprised when she finally shrugged her shoulders and laughed quietly to herself. Defeated, she pressed her forehead against her daughter's bare stomach for a moment and sighed softly.

“All right, then I guess I'll take you into town now.”

But then her hands suddenly wandered lower and firmly grasped her daughter's plump buttocks. With her heart pounding, she suddenly met a challenging smile.

“And if you want, we can go for ice cream in your new outfit afterwards. What do you think?”

Natalie's mouth fell open. It seemed that she had won and would indeed be allowed to spend the rest of her life naked, but apparently her mother wanted to test her resolve right away. She swallowed hard, and to her surprise, she felt her heart suddenly beat faster at the thought of driving into town with her and actually presenting her naked, young body to everyone there. But even though her stomach was fluttering 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 hugged her tightly, and for a moment, it felt as if she never wanted to let her go. As if a part of her now regretted having delivered her brother-in-law's message at all and not simply saying no on her behalf instead. But maybe she was just imagining things; she couldn't be sure, because after all, she knew that when her mom had been her age, she herself had been determined to meet her end on a spit too.

But maybe she had secretly wished for something different for her only child

But suddenly Natalie was torn from her thoughts again, thoughts she was now no longer sure where they had come from.

“All right, let's go!”

Natalie had to smile as her mother marched past her, energetic and cheerful again. She seemed to be looking forward to the trip. But when her daughter didn't follow her right away, she paused at the door and looked back at her. And suddenly something changed in her gaze. Her eyes, which had just been sparkling mischievously, as she knew and loved them, now seemed gentler. And suddenly, under this intense gaze, the twelve-year-old realized 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 possibly mean. Once again, that familiar and extremely pleasant, warm feeling arose in her lap and her heart pounded with anticipation in her chest.

“Nattie?”

“Yes, Mom?”

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

Her daughter beamed from ear to ear and felt her cheeks flush with the unexpected compliment. But it was true, her zest for life was burning more brightly than it had in a long time. Perhaps it was because she knew that her life would not last much longer. From now on, every second was twice as precious and therefore had to be lived twice as intensely.

“Thanks, Mom.”

Stephanie nodded. Then she straightened up and resolutely shook off her serious thoughts. She turned away and called out just as she was about to disappear through 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 her to wait a second.

“Just a sec.”

And with that, she reached for DD, which had been glistening enticingly in the sunlight streaming through the window the whole time. She grinned from ear to ear and pushed the dildo into her mouth with a sigh of pleasure, licking it all over. She slurped her mother's juices off the toy with relish, looking her in the eye almost daringly.
Steph shook her head, covered her face with her hands, and laughed in embarrassment.

“Yeah, you're definitely my daughter, I can't deny that.”