“when do you think we take our clothes off?” Samantha asked. “Should we undress now or when we get to Santa?”

“I’m not sure.” Josh admitted. “She didn’t really say!” As they rounded the first corner, they came across a mum with two girls, sweet little blondes of around five and seven, standing just off the side of the path and slightly into the display, presumably not wanting to be in anyone’s way. The older sister, having undressed herself, was already naked apart from her shoes while the mum was helping the smaller was already stripped from the waist down but was being helped out of her top by her mum.

Before any of the trio could comment, the sound of footsteps crunching on the white gravel and the giggling voices of other girls alerted them to the fact that others were coming. Quickly, not wanting to be in the way any more than the other family, they moved to the side of the path and were soon passed by a trio of naked girls who paused their conversation only briefly to thank and acknowledge them. They, like the girl in front of them, had kept their shoes on which, in the case of two of them were a pair of winter boots like the ones Amelia and Samantha were wearing while the other wore a pair of trainers.

Fairly close in age, they could easily have been on their way to the Sidney’s public cooking area. In fact, Samantha realised that they quite possibly would be ending up there. She had thought of this session as being for girls getting cooked at home or going to the butcher soon but really it was for any girl who was going to be eaten before next Christmas and the trio whose bare rumps were disappearing around the corner were textbook examples of the three ways Sidney’s cooked girls by the carvery!

The one walking slightly ahead, giving the impression that she was, in some way, the leader of the group had been about the same age as Samantha and Amelia but a little shorter, with pale skin and black hair in a pony-tail. Apart from a slightly bulging more of puppy-fat than any actual breast tissue, she was flat-chested and had tiny, boyish. pale pink nipples but a lovely meaty fillet and a rump that could only be described as spectacular! Although with her thick thighs and overall thin but visible layer of fat, she could have done well either on the spit or in the oven but somehow had the look of a spit-roaster about her.

The one among then destined for the oven, in Samantha’s opinion, was the youngest of the three at around nine or ten years old and, if they were not all sisters, which they could have been if not cousins, then she thought she was most likely the sister of the third, who was also the tallest. The oven-roaster had dark blonde hair, just on the edge of being light brown, in a bob, cut just past her ears and had a cute body all over with, once again, her rump being the absolute highlight, it’s firm roundness just crying out to be roasted and carved.

The third and final girl looked a bit older than the others. Perhaps thirteen years old. She was noticeably taller that the others and far more developed with cute, bouncy little titties, but was thin to the point of being skinny, her rump narrow and pinched. She would, however, in Samantha’s opinion at least, cook up delightfully in the stew pot!

“Well I guess that’s our answer!” Josh chuckled, sharing a smile of parental solidarity with the mum of the two sisters, both of whom were now naked from the feet up, as she tried to fit all the clothes into a bag without creasing them up too much. Josh understood her issue, fully aware that he was about to have two bundles of clothes thrust at him when he had not been expecting to need to carry or store them and had therefore not brought anything to put them in.

Giggling, the girls quickly began to get undress, chatting to the little blondes as they did so and finding that they were both going to one of the big, recently-opened slaughter-houses on the day before Christmas Eve, the same day that they had arranged to go see Emily butchered, so that their meat could be used to make up hampers which people could order online. Each other would contain a girl torso, the size of which would depend on what they ordered, which would fit in most home ovens like a turkey, and a girl ham as well as a jar of girl-liver pate, some pigs-in-blankets and everything else that was needed to prepare the meat such as a bottle of artisanal cooking oil, stuffing mix and a jar of honey glaze for the ham, rounded off with two bottles of wine and a Christmas pudding made with girl-suet.

“Wow! That sounds awesome!” Samantha grinned as she pulled her dress up over her head. “We hired a place with a big oven so I can go in whole! Are your family getting any of your meat? What about the stuff that doesn’t end up in the hampers?”

“Oh yes, we are!” the mother assured her, “Don’t worry about that! Well I know that people can order smaller hampers with just the ham, glaze and one bottle of wine, and I think they supply cafes and other places too so everything will get used! We’ve reserved Sophie’s other ham and some Megan meatballs and sausages!” Both little girls grinned happily, knowing that their meat was going to be making people happy as a highlight of their Christmas celebrations!

“I’m feeling kinda left out!” Amelia giggled, pulling down her tights and panties in one motion. “All of you are going to be Christmas dinner and I have to wait until the Spring!”

“Yeah but that means you’ve got plenty more time to fatten on girl-meat before you go on the spit!” Samantha reminded her with a grin, poking her friend in the tummy and making the younger girls giggle. Just as he had anticipated, Josh found coats, tights, underwear and everything else the girls had been wearing, apart from their boots which they put back on, thrust into his already fairly full arms and wished that they had made another trip to the car before heading back to the grotto!


To be continued...