Not needing to be told twice, Samantha immediately began to remove her school uniform, handing the various elements to her dad as she did so, just as she had done in the kitchen at the hall, leaving him stood with a bundle of clothes in his arms and a pair of slightly scuffed shoes in one hand while he tried to film on his phone with the other, thinking that his wife would like to see what had gone on since she was not there to share this important moment with them in real-time. While his young client was stripping, the butcher wheeled a small trolley out from a store cupboard, took the plastic cover off the device atop it which looked like a fairly small printer or similar piece of office equipment which he then plugged in and powered up.

“What’s that?” Samantha asked, feeling a special thrill as she stood naked in the back room the butcher’s shop, the room where she knew girls like her were routinely slaughtered and parted out. Somehow, it made her feel even more like a meat-girl than laying in the oven had! It occurred to her that Amelia had never seen her naked before, even in photographs, but her friend seemed to be taking it in her stride. The same applied to the butcher, of course, but he was a professional, someone who dealt with naked girls all the time and exposing herself to him just felt the same as doing so for a doctor. Besides, she reasoned, she was meat! Just food waiting to be cooked. In what was really now a matter of days, she would be showing off her body to a room full of people who had gathered with the specific intention of eating her. She would then be gutted, stuffed and roasted in the oven, after which she would be eaten, so what point would there be in feeling bashful or modest now?

“This is what will determine whether you’re fit for human consumption!” the butcher chuckled, making both girls giggle. “Let’s have you up here! May I?” He held out his hands, offering to pick her up rather than have her clamber awkwardly onto the table. Samantha nodded and held out her arms. He put his very large, slightly rough hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly, spinning her around a hundred and eighty degrees before sitting her on the marble work-surface. Josh moved around slightly to get a better view for his video while Amelia stood watching with awe and just a hint of jealousy. As the trio watched, intrigued, the butcher opened a panel on the top of the machine and three clear tubes slowly rose up. He then opened a draw under the machine and took out a sterile swab in a packet which he then ripped open.

“Easy one first.” he smiled. “Open wide!” Samantha opened her mouth as wide as she could as if she were at the dentist and allowed him to take a swab from her cheek. Josh could not help worrying for a moment that the sample may be contaminated by his own seaman but he reasoned that she had enjoyed two meals and probably had plenty to drink since then so any residue from their fun after dinner the previous evening, before she had dutifully gone to bed in her own room, would be gone.

“One down!” smiled the butcher, dropping the swap into the first of the tubes and clipping the hinged plastic lid over the top. “This next one’s not so nice, I’m afraid.” He opened another package from the drawer. This one had a syringe inside with a small capsule on the back. Samantha recognised what it was from the times she had been given blood tests at the doctor’s, knowing that the capsule was vacuum sealed and would instantly suck the blood sample into itself without the need for a plunger to be drawn back. “Are you left or right handed?” the butcher asked.

“Left.” Samantha told him, leading him to take hold of her right arm and bend it slightly. He pulled the cap off the end of the needle with his teeth then began to push it against the skin in the crook of her elbow.

“You might feel a bit of a pinch or a scratch.” he informer her apologetically a moment before she did indeed feel the sensation that was really better described as discomfort or irritation than actual pain. She watched with interest as the small vial filled up with blood that was a far darker red than she expected.

“Getting all this, Daddy?” she grinned towards Josh and his phone on which he continued to film as the butcher loaded this second sample into the machine. Josh gave her a thumbs-up as the butcher opened another swab, similar to the one he had used to collect the saliva sample but with a broader tip.

“This one is easier if you lay down.” He explained. Samantha did as she was told and Josh moved again to ensure he was capturing all the action. Guided by the butcher, Samantha bent her legs so that her feet were flat on the marble surface and parted to reveal her tight, glistening, pre-teen cunt and Josh zoomed in as the butcher inserted the swab and collected a generous sample of her honey which he then added to the other two samples.

“Right!” he grinned, “You can relax now but stay laying down.” Samantha stretched out her legs and folded her arms under hear head as if she were sunbathing. “While the machine does its thing, let’s get you graded. If you still want me to, that is?”

“Oh definitely!” Samantha nodded enthusiastically. “I want my guests to know they’re enjoying top-quality, premium meat!”

“Okay!” the butcher chuckled. “Let’s see… Try to relax your muscles and move as I guide you, okay?” Samantha did as she was told, trying to allow herself to go floppy like a rag-doll while the butcher lifted her left leg, squeezing it at various intervals from the ankle, up her calf to her thick thighs. Although his expression suggested he was satisfied with what he felt, he did not say anything as he moved to her right leg before doing the same with each arm.

Next he massaged and squeezed her budding chest, assessing the breast meat, such as it was, before pinching her incredibly perky pink nipples. Although he tried to maintain a calm and neutral demeanour, Josh was rock hard as he watched his young daughter inspected in this way. Part of him thought he should have been jealous watching another man handle his little girl so intimately but the butcher had such an air of professionalism about him and was treating the whole process in such a matter of fact way that he did not experience even the slightest hint of envy. Instead he just felt overwhelming arousal watching Samantha being treated purely as the meat that she was so desperate to be.

“Have you experience full penetrative intercourse?” the butcher asked bluntly after feeling her belly and hips. The overly formal wording of the question confused Samantha, not helped by the arousal she was feeling at being graded as meat clouding her mind.

“Huh?” she sat up slightly, resting on her elbows. “What do you…?”

“He means has your Daddy fucked you properly yet!” Amelia called out with a giggle. “Has his dick been all the way up in your pussy?” Josh blushed incredibly deeply but Samantha just giggled.

“Oh, right!” she laughed. “Yes, most definitely!”

“Good!” the butcher nodded with approval then, without pause or ceremony, slipped two of his thick fingers up inside her. “Squeeze!” he instructed. Samantha clenched her pelvic muscles as she did when trying to avoid peeing her pants and the butcher seemed satisfied, drawing his fingers back out and wiping them on his apron. “Turn over and lay on your front.” he told her and, feeling a little shocked but not at all upset by what had just happened, Samantha did as she was told. Keeping his phone level and pointed at his daughter, Josh stole a glance at Amelia to see if she seemed at all put off by watching her friend manhandled in this way but she was watching with a broad grin on her face and genuine excitement in her eyes, not seeming in the least deterred!

With Samantha now laying on her tummy, the butcher felt her shoulders then worked his way down to her back and finally her lovely meaty rump, firm cheeks like twin hills either side of a deep valley.

“That’s it!” he patted her on the rump to signal that the inspection was over and Samantha sat up, swinging her legs over the side and sitting how Emily had been when they arrived. “Assuming the test comes back positive,” he smiled warmly, “I’m happy to give you an A grade.”

“Woo! Go Sam!” Amelia called out then whistled as if cheering on her team at a sports game. Josh gave his daughter another thumbs-up and blew her a kiss of congratulation.

“Still another six minutes to go.” the butcher observed, checking the small screen on the top of the health scanner. “I don’t see there being any issue but I’ll hold off with the stamp until the results come back, just in case.” Samantha looked mildly disappointed but nodded to show that she understood. “So what do you think?” He turned to Amelia. “Want me to take a look?”

“Oh yes!” she nodded enthusiastically, already starting to pull her uniform sweatshirt over her head. Assisting by the butcher, Samantha hopped down off the table and went to help her friend undress, collecting her clothes as she took them off as her dad had done for her. With Samantha’s inspection over, Josh stopped recording on his phone and sent the video to Laura then went to put his phone away in his pocket.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Amelia scolded him, her polo-shirt half way off, revealing that unlike Samantha, she did not yet bother with any kind of training bra. “You need to film me too!”

“Oh well I’m not sure if…” Josh stammered uncomfortably. “I mean, your parents might not like it if…”

“Okay, I get it!” Amelia rolled her eyes and she handed her top to Samantha and unzipped her skirt. “Here!” she thrust her phone at him, “Film it on mine, that way I can show them when I get home and nobody will accuse you of being a dirty old man!” Samantha giggled at how flustered her dad looked as he opened the camera on her phone and filmed her removing her tights and panties, leaving herself just as naked as Samantha. As her friend had done before, the naked youngster invited the butcher to lift her up onto the marble table where, knowing what to expect having watched Samantha and knowing that she did not yet need to undergo the health checks, she lay on her back as if she were a sacrificial virgin awaiting the priest’s knife.

“Like what you see?” Samantha teased as Josh panned the phone along its owner’s naked young body while the butcher once again began his inspection with her left leg. Amelia’s barely-adolescent body was just as attractive as her face although there was no doubt she was thinner than Samantha, bordering on skinny. Despite this, her thighs were nice and meaty, her legs long and shapely in general and the cute little buds that stood up proudly from her chest looked incredibly appetising. Her belly was toned and concave as she lay on her back and her fillet, while narrow and not as plump as Samantha’s, was long and nicely formed. Josh declined to answer on the recording but shot his daughter a withering look which only made her giggle more. “Poor Daddy!” she continued to tease. “Having to endure such sights. Don’t worry,” she promised with more giggles, “I’ll give you a nice blow-job later to make up for putting you through this!”

The butcher was now inspecting Amelia’s chest after which he worked his way down her belly before asking her the same question he had asked Samantha. This time, however, the sweet young girl admitted apologetically that she had not.

“Not to worry.” the butcher smiled reassuringly. “Everything in its own time!” Rather than sticking two fingers up inside her and asking her to squeeze as he had done with her friend, the butcher pushed his thumb a little way inside her tight but well-lubricated slit and pinched each lip in turn with his forefinger to ascertain thickness. Apparently satisfied, he asked her to roll over onto her front and proceeded to access her shoulders, back and finally her rump. Although Amelia may have lacked the over-all meatiness of Samantha or Emily, her rump was a sight to behold and would have made a wonderful family meal on on its own. Josh zoomed in as the butcher squeezed, kneeded and massaged her cheeks, apparently very happy indeed with their quality.

As if to remind them it was still there, the machine pinged, alerting the butcher to the fact that it had finished its analysis. Amelia sat up and Sam came close, the two girls leaning in with interest and excitement as Josh switched back to his own phone to film the announcement.

“Passed with flying colours!” the butcher declared, reading from the small screen before pushing the button to print out the results.

“That’s a relief!” Samantha beamed, visibly relaxing now that she knew there were not going to be any further obstacles to her fulfilling her dream. “Otherwise we might have had to serve you for Christmas dinner instead!” she teased her pretty friend, poking her in the belly with her finger. “And your parents might not have been too happy about that!”

“Oh yeah,” Amelia suddenly seemed to recall. “What about me? What grade to I get?”

“Well,” the butcher looked a little apologetic, “please don’t be upset by this, but if I were to officially grade you right now, I would have to give you a B, which is still pretty good!” he assured her quickly as the young girl looked disappointed. “But you’re really very close to an A! You just need to gain a little more weight,” he explained, “and maybe do some exercises to tone up your meat. Swimming is really good for that,” he informed her kindly, “or cycling. I do have some flyers in the front of the shop with guidance for aspiring meat-girls. Take one with you,” he suggested, “follow the advice and I’m sure by the time you’re ready for harvest, you’ll be a perfect A!” Amelia seemed reassured by this and hopped down from the table, taking her clothes from Samantha with a degree of reluctance as if she didn’t really want to get dressed.

“Hey, send me that video!” Sam grinned as Josh handed the young girl her phone back, continuing to film on his own, “I’ll make sure Daddy gets a copy too!” Amelia giggled and sent the video, causing Samantha’s phone to buzz in amongst the bundle of clothes in Josh’s arms.

“So, I assume you would like the stamp”? The butcher asked, wiping down the same domed device that he had used on Emily, the one that would mark her for the rest of her life as Grade-A meat. Samantha nodded enthusiastically and climbed back onto the table, this time only assisted by the butcher who took one of her hands in his and put a supportive hand under her rump. “Did you see how it worked with Emily?” Samantha confirmed that she had while, stood beside Josh, Amelia put her uniform back on, transforming in the process from delicious piggy back to sweet schoolgirl once more. She also took her phone out to film as Samantha got onto all fours and the butcher wiped down the appropriate patch on her rump, close to where it met her thigh, then positioned the stamp against it. “Press against me as hard as you can.” he told her then balled his right hand into a fist once more and thumped the domed stamp as hard as he could.

Taken a little off guard but the force of the blow, Samantha felt a stinging sensation against her skin as if she had been slapped very hard but it immediately began to subside, leaving only a warm, glowing feeling as the butcher pulled the stamp away and wiped over her new branding to remove any excess.

“There we go!” he grinned. “It’s official! You can tell all your friends you’re premium, A-grade meat!” Samantha beamed proudly. “Try not to wear anything too tight against it for a few hours,” he advised, “it would be best if you avoided underwear until tomorrow morning. Don’t want it smudging or going blurry, do we?” Samantha agreed that this would not be a good income at all and got down from the table again, collecting her clothes from her dad to get dressed but leaving her tights and panties off under her grey school skirt.

Thanking the butcher profusely and Samantha proudly clutching the printout that proved, as the butcher had put it, that she was fit for human consumption and the skin of her rump still stinging a little from the branding, the trio made their way back out to the shop, Amelia pausing to collect one of the leaflets the butcher had told her about on the way and promising to be back if she decided that she wanted to go ahead with being cooked. They were half way out the door when Samantha suddenly remembered the earlier conversation.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, grabbing his shirt to stop him walking any further. “You were going to ask about reserving some of Emily!”

“Oh yes!” Josh recalled with a chuckle and the girls followed him back into the shop and over to the counter where he explained to the butcher’s wife what had been discussed earlier.

“Ah yes,” she smiled, “they did mention that on their way out! I understand you’ll be wanting some sausage meat, finished sausage links and some streaky bacon?” Josh nodded. “Do you know how much you’ll be wanting of each?”

“Well I don’t really know,” he admitted, “it’s to go with…” he gestured towards Samantha who gave her a confident wave. “She’s the turkey, these are the trimmings! Sausage balls, pigs in blankets, that sort of thing!”

“I understand.” the kindly woman smiled and began to scribble some quick calculations on a notepad, using her years of experience to gauge relevant amounts. “I think this should be about right?” She showed him her conclusions, numbers which really did not mean a whole lot to Josh but he trusted her judgement.

“If you think that’s right.” he smiled. “Can I ask… I mean, not to make things awkward or anything but…”

“You want to know how much it’s going to cost you?” she inferred without judgement. Josh nodded and she began to make some more calculations, coming up with a price and circling it for him to avoid confusion. “Since the piggy herself is keen for you to make this purchase,” she smiled, “I’ve included the friends and family discount then rounded it down a little further, since it’s for Christmas, after all!” Josh smiled at her gratefully then looked at the number. It was high but not eye-wateringly so and definitely within the budget he had worked out in his head when the idea had first come up.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you!” he smiled. “Do you want me to pay now?”

“To secure this order and lock in this price, yes please.” the woman smiled. “Of course if anything happens between now and then and this particular piggy ends up not being harvested, we will offer you an alternative of equivalent quality or a full refund. Your choice.”

“Short of a kidnapping or some nasty traffic accident, I don’t see that being an issue!” Josh chuckled, remembering just how keen to be slaughtered Emily had seemed while he took out his credit card to pay. A few minutes later, with the order form folded in his back pocket, the receipt stapled to it, her and the girls left the shop and the two friends hugged, promising to talk more later that evening, before Amelia headed to her own house and Josh and Samantha returned to the car, eager to tell Laura all about the afternoon’s experiences when they got home.


To be continued...