The girl was a little older than Samantha and Amelia but not by much, likely in the year above them at school and at first glance appeared to be chubby but only a few moments further inspection revealed her to be stocky but quite toned, almost muscular, the kind of girl who would likely dominate in ice hockey, which had incidently been one of Sidney’s own favourite sports, or even on the wrestling team. This further inspection was quite easy since she was almost completely naked, wearing only a pair of pink cowboy boots and a matching hat, both bedazzled with rhinestones of course, and a pink scrunchie holding her long, dark hair in a ponytail. She was sat on the edge of the butcher’s block, cheerfully chatting to the friendly-looking man with a bald head, bushy beard and a belly that suggested he was quite the connoisseur of his own wares, swinging her booted feet.

“Ooh those are just like the ones…” Samantha began then caught herself in a way that seemed strange to Josh but he had got so used to his wife and daughter’s puzzling, secretive behaviour over the last few days that he could not bring himself to worry too deeply about it. “Like the ones Sidney wore!” she completed her sentence, a little redundantly.

The only other person in the room was a rather elegant looking lady in a long brown skirt and beige cardigan who was most likely her mum. She turned to smile at the trio as they came in.

“Hello.” she greeted them in a sweet, cultured voice. “Yes, they’re authentic. My husband brought them back from a trip to Texas in the Summer. We rather thought they might satisfy her craving,” she added with a chuckle, “but they just seemed to make her more determined! I’m sorry we’ve over-run a little, they’ve become such good chums over these last few weeks!”

“Oh that’s perfectly okay!” Josh assured her. “We didn’t have a set appointment time anyway. “Is she yours?” The woman confirmed that she was.

“And these two are yours?” the woman smiled, looking at Amelia and Samantha. “Gosh, I’d almost forgotten that little girls could wear clothes! I’ve not been able to get her to wear any more than this,” she gestured to her daughter, “since September! Although I do insist she put a coat on when we go outside.” She patted the long, white, padded coat over her arm. “She doesn’t like it but I remind her she can’t be harvested if she gets sick!”

“Very good point!” Josh chuckled. “No, this one’s mine!” He put his hand on Samantha’s shoulder. “Our Christmas turkey! Her friend is…” He wondered how best to put it. “She’s considering her options at the moment and wanted to come along to get a feel for things.”

“Oh very good!” the woman smiled. “Well I’m sure you’ll be absolutely delicious, dear!” she beamed at Samantha. “I had rather been hoping to talk Emily into being a spit-roast but she’s got her heart set on being butchered. That’s what happened to Sidney, after all!” she gave a slightly wry chuckle. “And it is rather sweet of her to want as many different people as possible to get to enjoy her meat.”

“What about school?” Samantha asked. “Surely she doesn’t go like that? The boys would never get any work done!” She giggled. “Never mind the teachers!”

“Oh she doesn’t go to school any more.” The woman smiled. “She’s supposed to be in Year Seven but we just didn’t put her into a new school after the Summer. There didn’t seem to be a whole lot of point going through all the rigmarole just for one term.” she explained. “Technically I home-school her and in fairness she does do a lot of reading but most of her time is spent keeping her body in peak physical condition ready for harvest. Luke, the butcher, has been such a great help and support with that!”

“So this isn’t just a health check?” he asked, “She’s been coming for a number of sessions?”

“It’s a sort of accreditation programme he runs,” she explained, “for girls whose meat he’s going to sell in the shop. They have to follow a certain diet and exercise regime as well as having weekly check-ins. She’s getting her stamp today.”

“Her stamp?” Samantha asked with interest.

“For her grading, yes. Look, they’re about to do it now!” She took her phone out to film the special moment for her daughter while the other three turned to watch in polite silence. The girl on the block pulled her legs up and got onto all fours, giving the small audience a very good view of her meaty rump and plump fillet. Her mum moved slightly to be able to film exactly what was happening as the butcher used an alcohol wipe similar to those used by tattoo artists to prepare a patch on skin towards the outer edge of Emily’s right buttock.

“That tickles!” she giggled, trying to keep still as the butcher placed a circular plastic dome which reminded Samantha of the button on a game show over the area he had just cleaned, lining it up carefully then holding it in place with his left hand.

“Push against it,” he told her, “as hard as you can. Try to keep pushing until I tell you to stop. Make sure you’re well-balanced.” She spread her hands and knees a little wider for stability then leaned her hips to the right. “Ready?” The butcher asked. “This is going to sting a bit but only for a moment.” Emily nodded.

“I’m ready!” she insisted with a grin. “Stamp me!” The butcher made his right hand into a fist then hit the dome with considerable force. Emily gave a small yelp and wobbled slightly to the left but kept herself stable and continued to push.

“There we are!” The butcher smiled. “And relax!” Emily’s body visibly did so as he carefully pulled the dome away from her skin, leaving what looked like a tattoo in maroon ink – a circle with some writing around the inside but in the middle and unmistakable letter A. Josh and the girls clapped and cheered for her, Samantha even giving a few whistles of encouragement as the butcher wiped the new branding over with another wipe. “All done!” he grinned. “Normally I caution against putting any tight clothing against it for the first couple of hours but that seems a bit unnecessary in your case!” Emily giggled as he helped her down from the table and her mum put her phone away.

Now that she was stood on the floor, finishing her cheerful conversation with the butcher, Samantha and the others were able to get a good look at her body. There was no denying that she looked delicious! If ever a body could be used as an argument for girls as meat, it was hers! Her thighs were thick, her belly slightly convex but with a slight hint of a six-pack. Her rump looked so delicious that it was tempting just to run up and take a bite! Despite being slightly older than Samantha, her chest actually seemed less developed, possibly due to her muscular frame, but her nipples were puffy and quite big, around the size of two-pence pieces. Between her legs, her smooth fillet was plump and bulged very appetisingly. She was, Samantha thought, enough to make even the staunchest critic of the girl-meat industry reconsider their views! She hugged the butcher then came over to say hello to the girls.

“Hello!” she greeted them in the same polite, slightly posh but friendly accent as her mother. “I hope you enjoyed the show? Sorry it took so long!”

“Oh not at all!” Samantha grinned. “It was fun to watch! And I just love your outfit!”

“Thanks!” Emily gave a playful twirl. “It feels complete now that I have this!” She turned to show off her meat stamp.

“Do you have a harvest date yet?” asked Samantha, curiously. “Seems like you’re more than ready?”

“The twenty-third of December!” Emily grinned. “Just in time for people to buy my meat for their Christmas dinner!”

“Ooh I’m going to be Christmas dinner too!” Samantha gushed. “I’m going in the oven as a turkey!”

“Well you’ll want some sausage meat and pigs in blankets to go with you, in that case, won’t you?” Emily grinned. “And it just so happens I know of some premium girl-pork that’s going to be available just in time!” Samantha’s eyes went a little wide and sparkled with excitement.

“Oh do you think we could, Daddy?” she turned to Josh. “That would be really awesome and I’m sure it won’t be too expensive!” Josh could not help chuckling at this assertion. Still, in relation to what had had already spent to make his daughter’s dream come true, what she was suggesting would probably not break the bank. It was not like they planned on buying premium cuts, after all, and it was true that they would need some trimmings to go with their turkey. Having them also made from a girl rather than an actual pig did seem fitting and there was no denying that Emily looked mouth-wateringly delicious!

“I expect so!” he chuckled then looked between the butcher and the eager meat-girl’s mum. “So who do I have to speak to about reserving some?”

“My wife will deal with that.” The butcher smiled. “Have a chat with her once we’re done here and I’m sure she’ll sort something out for you.”

“We’ll have a word with her on the way out too.” Emily’s mum promised. “So she knows we’re all for the idea.”

“Thank you!” Samantha gushed then turned to hug her new friend. “Thank you too! And, um, see you on Christmas Eve, I guess!”

“I guess so! Bye for now!” Emily giggled, hugging her back then hugging Amelia too before leading the way back out through the beaded curtain, proudly naked and happy to show off her meat.

“Right!” Luke, the butcher, clapped his hands together and turned his attention to the two remaining girls. “Which of you is Samantha?”

“That’s me!” She put up her hand and smiled sweetly.

“Of course!” chuckled the butcher, slapping himself on the forehead. “The talk of being the Christmas turkey should have been a clue, shouldn’t it! Did my wife check your paperwork?” Samantha and Josh both confirmed that she had and that she had found it it be perfectly in order. “Fantastic!” he nodded. “Now, I understand you’re here for a mandatory health check?” Samantha nodded. “Okay,” he smiled, “that only takes a couple of minutes then there’s a little bit of waiting around for the results. Only fifteen minutes or so but time does tend to drag when you’re waiting so would you like me to grade you too? It passes the time and is fun than just sitting around!”

“Ooh!” Samantha pondered this, feeling excited by the prospect but suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, mentally comparing her own cute, trim but fairly ordinary body to the work of art that was Emily’s. “Would I have to have a stamp?” It would be fun, she thought, to greet her guests on Christmas day sporting an A-grade on her backside but doing the same with a B or even a C would be embarrassing, humiliating even.

“That would be up to you.” he smiled reassuringly, guessing what was on her mind. “Honestly, just looking at you now even with your clothes on, I can see that you’re a pretty likely candidate for an A. Yes, I know Emily has put a lot of work into her meat, not to say that you haven’t, of course!” he backtracked quickly but Samantha gave a little smile and dismissive wave to assure him that it was okay and that no offence had been taken, “But there isn’t really anything above an A. So, what do you say?”

“Go on!” Amelia urged. “I bet it would be fun!” She turned confidently to the butcher. “Would you be able to grade me too?” she asked. “I don’t have any paperwork yet so I know I couldn’t have a stamp but, well, you could take a look and tell me if there’s anywhere I need to improve?” Samantha was a little surprised by her friend’s request but not entirely shocked and she could not help wondering if this had been on her her mind all along, right from when she asked to come to Samantha’s appointment with her.

“You just want to get naked in front of my dad!” Samantha teased, poking her friend in the ribs and making her giggle.

“Let’s see how we go, shall we?” the butcher chuckled, sharing a quick, knowing look of amusement with Josh. “Let’s get this turkey checked and graded then when we’re done, once you’ve seen what it involves, I’ll happily give you a once-over if you still want me to. To answer your question properly,” he turned back to Samantha, “I’ll give you your grade then you can decide if you want to have a stamp or not. It’s entirely optional, the only law relating to it is that, if you do have one, the grade has to be accurate. Not everyone gets them but a lot of girls like to.” Samantha nodded, this made sense to her and she could certainly understand the appeal.

“It wouldn’t spoil my meat, would it?” she asked. “I know a lot of people are looking forward to my rump and it would be a shame if there was a patch of it that was inedible!”

“Oh no, not at all!” the butcher assured her. “It’s actually a special kind of pigment that breaks down at cooking temperatures. By the time you come out of the oven, it will be completely gone! Now,” he grinned, “pop your clothes off and pop up on here,” he patted the marble slap, “and we can get started.”


To be continued...