Taking care not to dislodge her ears, the young woman took off her shiny leather belt with its gleaming buckle then pulled her green moleskin tunic with its attached red collar up over her head, revealing that the red and white striped sleeves that matched her tights were part of an under-shirt which came off next, revealing her toned, swimmer’s stomach. After pausing for a moment as if to decide what she should remove next, the elf unhooked her bra and slipped it off, revealing her lovely teen breasts which, while not strikingly big, were firm and almost perfectly round apart from the pale pink nipples.

Realising that nearly all the eyes in the room were upon her, the elf felt proud as she pulled off her pointy shoes then lowered her leggings and panties together, exposing her meaty fillet, made smooth with cream as would be expected of a meat-girl her age. With a cheeky grin, she slipped her pointed shoes back on then took her hat and placed it back atop her hair with an air of triumph.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Good enough to eat!” Samantha giggled and the new elf took a final picture of the small naked girl hugging Santa before she hopped down off his lap and ran to her mum to get dressed. “Guess we’d better go join the queue?” Samantha observed to Amelia and, leaving Josh stood close to the camera with some of the other parents, they went to line up behind the two sister and the group they had dubbed The Sidney’s Trio.

Seeing that the pretty elf was now not only naked too but sporting a stamp on her rump marking her as A-Grade meat, lots of the girls asked her to come be in their photographs and she happily obliged, seeming to enjoy the special attention and the opportunity to make the experience even more fun for the girls.

As even more joined the queue behind them, Samantha marvelled at just how many meat girls there seemed to be, considering that, despite having been legal in the UK for nearly a decade, girl-meat was still a relatively rare treat that many, if not most people had yet to experience. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Legal cannibalism was becoming more established and more accepted all the time, as evidenced by the fact that new slaughter-houses had opened dedicated entirely to processing girls rather than just including them among other livestock, and the fact that the catering company for an event like this knew that it would pay off to have girls on their menu. Besides, although it seemed like there were lots of girls waiting in the nude to have their picture taken, and it was fair to assume that some others had already been and gone before they reached this part of the grotto, such as the two girls from the raffle stand who had not been at their table but were nowhere to be seen in the grotto either, there were at most twenty or twenty five waiting and, since it was only quarter past three, a maximum of ten who had already been through.

Perhaps by the end of the allocated hour, a hundred girls would have been through but it was also possible that everyone who wanted to enjoy the “Meat and Greet” with Santa would have come close to the start, just as they had, and that there would only be a handful more coming,

Either way, that was maybe a hundred out of the two to three thousand girls who would likely attend the event through the day, which themselves only represented a tiny proportion of even the local population. Although it seemed, when surrounded by them, that there were a great many naked meat-girls, their numbers really were just a drop in the ocean. Not to mention the fact that this session was for any girl who planned on cooking or being butchered before next Christmas, a year’s-worth of meat! Besides, nobody was carrying out any sort of verification on the self-identified meat-girls and it was perfectly possible that some of the girls lining up to hug Santa in their birthday suits were only doing so out of solidarity for sisters or friends, or perhaps just because it sounded like fun and the idea of getting photographed naked gave them a thrill!

Slowly but steadily, Samantha and Amelia shuffled their way towards the front of the line, grateful for their shoes on the white gravel path. As they waited, they got chatting with the trio in front of them with whom they were far closer in age than the sisters. It turned out that their assumption had been correct and they were indeed destined for the public cooking area at Sidney’s on that coming Thursday, having stipulated when they signed up that they insisted on cooking together. The oldest and youngest girls, they confirmed, were sisters while the middle girl, with the black hair and deliciously-roastable rump was their next door neighbour. Samantha thought about Ella and Caroline and how intrigued they’d been by the prep and cooking of the meat-girls when she had taken them to Sidney’s to share her Christmas gift with them and found herself wondering, if they had not already known she was destined for the oven on Christmas Day, whether they might have asked her to make up a trio with them!

The blonde sisters were having their pictures with Santa now, first individually then together, before their mum asked the elf if she wouldn’t mind joining them. She happily agreed and stood beside Santa, her hand on his shoulder, while he sat with a little girl on each knee, sat once again on the cushions, with his arms around their waists in a grandfatherly pose. For the last photo, the elf stepped aside and both sisters gave Santa a kiss on the cheek, leaning in from each side, then happily scampered off to get dressed as he waved to them and wished them a Happy Harvest, assuring them that they would be making peoples’ Christmas extra special!

Next up were the trip and Samantha and Amelia watched with interest to see how they would pose. First they, along with the elf, all stood around Santa but then they took it in turns for two of them to sit on his lap while the third knelt in the middle between his legs, arms out as if taking a bow and giving the camera, as well as everyone else in the room, a very good view of the front of their body from the knees upwards! They recreated this pose in different combinations until everyone had taken their turn at each of the positions then, giggling, they all leaned in to kiss Santa like the sisters had. They did not go for individual pictures this time, seemingly happy to be photographed as they would cook – as a team! Since they did not seem to have any adults with them, nor were they carrying any clothes other than their shoes which they quickly put back on once the photographs were taken, Samantha assumed that whichever parent had brought them to the fair must be waiting outside for them, getting all the responsibility of holding their belongings without the fun of getting to watch the shoot! Still, she reasoned, at least they would get to enjoy the pictures!


To be continued…