“Wow! Looks like Sidney’s getting everywhere this year!” Samantha giggled as they made their way up to the floor filled with LEGO sets and similar construction toys in search of a present for Rob, only to be greeted at the top of the escalator but a six foot tall model of Sidney made entirely from LEGO, mostly from bricks which were a tan flesh colour neither of them could remember having seen anywhere else before and were therefore likely custom-made for this project. “They’ve not done a bad job of her tits and pussy!” she observed, seeing how smooth and rounded bricks and tiles had been used to recreate her intimate curves.

After taking pictures of Samantha posed next to the naked LEGO figure which were sent to Laura, Amelia and Caroline, they began to hunt around for a suitable present for Rob, settling in the end on a Star Wars set that cost about the same as the doll they had chosen for his sister. Josh carried the slim box under his arm while they explored the floor of action figures and adult collectables which had always been his favourite floor since he was a boy himself. Particularly exciting was the display of movie prop replicas, life-size models that looked straight out of the movies, costing hundreds of pounds a piece and the sort of thing that would never be found in a conventional toy-shop.

Finally they rode the lift all the way back down to the ground floor and joined the queue at the customer service desk where, just as promised, the Sidney toys were waiting for them. Once paid for and bagged they were a lot easier to carry and Samantha took charge of the two dolls while Josh carried the play-set in one hand and the LEGO model in the other. Since neither of his hands was now free to be held and both the dolls fitted into one large bag, Samantha linked her free arm through his as they continued to explore the town.

Lots of the big department stores had interesting window displays, even if the things they sold held no interest for Samantha. One had a series of scene from “Alice in Wonderland” while another featured life-size dioramas of different classic Christmas movies in each window. They did go into a few more shops, mostly ones that sold music, movies and associated merchandise. Samantha admitted to feeling a little bad not having presents for the rest of the family but Josh reminded her that the meal she was providing them was her gift, an explanation she felt happy with.

Both still feeling fairly full from breakfast, they decided to skip lunch but go and explore the Christmas market which had been set up in one of the famous parks that could be found within the otherwise very urban town. It was nice, but nowhere near as good as the one they had been to at the Castle. Most of the goods on sale were the same tat and trinkets that could be purchased at any market through the year and the snacks and drinks were all hideously over-priced, especially given how cheap and basic they looked. There was, however, a small stage where a group of Victorian-looking carollers were singing so they stood and watched them for a while, staying when the Victorians were replaced by a Church Gospel choir who sang many of the same songs but in a very different style.

Starting to feel rather tired but with warm, Christmassy feelings, they headed towards the bus station where they could get the bus back to their quiet little suburb to watch the butchering, Josh’s attempt to fill time and keep Samantha distracted having worked like a charm! Once on the bus, Josh checked his phone and saw a message from Laura asking if she could join them at the butcher’s. He text back quickly assuring her that she would be very welcome, conscious of how many of the activities she had missed out on so far, and also thinking that it would be handy to have the car to put their purchases in.

By the time they got off the bus, Laura was waiting for them, Amelia by her side. The slim brunette rushed over to hug first Josh then Samantha who was careful to move the bag she carried so that there was no chance of her friend seeing inside.

“Your mum picked me up!” she explained once they had all greeted each other and Josh had gone with Laura to put the bags in the car. “There’s so many girls going in! Most of them naked!” she giggled. “Looks like it’s a really busy day for the butcher!”

“Hope we’re not going to be in the way.” Samantha frowned as her parents came back over.

“Nah, they said it would be okay, didn’t they?” Amelia reminded her. With everyone assembled, they made their way inside where, as well as the small line of shoppers who had come to pick up their orders, four naked girls were waiting to be called through to the back room for harvesting. There were a pair of strawberry-blonde sisters, aged about five and nine, who were waiting with their mum and two rather busty teenagers who did not look as if they were related but were chatting happily to each other while they waited their turn.

“I don’t see Emily?” Samantha observed, sounding concerned as she looked around the room. “I hope we’re not too late!”

“Don’t worry.” he mum reassured her, “It’s only twenty to three. She’s probably not arrived yet.”

“Hello!” The butcher’s wife who was manning the counter with the help of a young man who could easily have been her son smiled as the four of them approached. “Did you have an order or,” she looked down at the girls, “are these two here for harvesting? I don’t remember any…” She checked a list of a clipboard, frowning a little, concerned that an appointment had been scheduled that she’d somehow left of the list.

“Oh no!” Josh assured her quickly, waving his hands. “We’re here as spectators today. My daughter came for a grading a little while ago and we met a girl who is being harvested today and ordered some of her meat?”

“Oh yes!” the kindly woman smiled, remembering Samantha and the conversation now that she had been reminded. “I do remember now! And I think you ordered some teen meat for Christmas Eve too?” They all nodded enthusiastically. “Excellent!” she grinned. “Well that will be coming from those two over there!” she gestured towards the busty teens who looked up and waved. “You arranged to come and watch Emily harvested, is that right?” Samantha excitedly confirmed that was the case. “Okay, wonderful. Go take a seat over there,” she gestured to the bench where the naked meat-girls were waiting, “and when she’s called through, you can go through too. As you can see,” she continued conversationally, “we’re quite busy today so my husband’s called in a friend to help. He’s still doing the full butchering himself but his friend is sorting the oven-ready turkeys.”

“Oh yeah, about that!” Laura cut in. “As we mentioned, Sammie’s going to be our turkey but she’ll be going in the oven alive which means we’ll have to prepare her. Would it be okay if I watched a few of yours prepared?” she asked, looking down into the chilled display cabinet under the counter in which girl torsos of varying sizes, from around five years old up to twelve or thirteen, the heads, arms and legs removed, were displayed along with hams ready for lucky customers’ Christmas tables.

“I can’t see that being a problem if you think it would be helpful.” the butcher’s wife smiled. “I’ll have to check with Jeff of course but I’m sure it will be fine!”

“Hi!” Samantha smiled to the two sisters as they approached the bench. “Is it okay if we sit here?” Their mum was sat on the end of the bench with the younger girl sitting on her big sister’s lap so there was plenty of space beside them.

“Of course!” the older girl grinned, patting the wooden bench. “But don’t you need to get undressed if you’re getting harvested?”

“Oh I’m not here to be butchered.” Samantha smiled as she and Amelia sat down, Josh and Laura opting to lean against the wall in the corner while they waited, leaving space for any further girls who may arrived before the ones already on the bench had been called. “But I am going to be Christmas dinner!” she assured them quickly, worried about coming off as rude, “I’m just going in the oven alive.”

“Ooh I’ll be you’ll be delicious!” the girl grinned. “We’re both going to be oven-ready turkeys but I’m getting sold and Mummy’s taking Becky home for the family!” she informed them cheerfully, bouncing her little sister on her lap. “What about you?” she asked Amelia. “Are you someone’s Christmas dinner too?”

“No but I’m getting spit-roasted in the Spring!” she grinned, enjoying bonding with her fellow meat-girls. Before the younger girls could say any more, the butcher came out wiping his hands, dark, bloody stains on his apron and called for the two teenagers.

“Did I hear right?” the younger of the two who had light brown hair turned to the girls after acknowledging the butcher. “You’ve ordered some of me for your Christmas Eve dinner?”

“That’s right!” Samantha nodded. “Some rump and a boob! It will be my last proper meal!”

“Oh very nice!” the girl grinned. “I think it will be my rump-cheek,” she turned and slapped her own firm, round backside, making it jiggle very appetisingly, “and a boob from Lauren. I think my mum reserved both of mine.”

“Hope you’re happy with that?” the other girl who was slightly taller and slimmer than her friend and with darker hair grinned, squeezing her ample breasts, which were bigger than the other girl’s but no less round and firm, together then jiggling them.

“Oh yes! So delicious!” Samantha beamed. “Have fun in there!”

“Thanks, we will!” the first girl grinned, blowing a kiss before they both followed the butcher into the back room to get parted out, wiggling their meaty rumps provocatively as they went. Samantha and Amelia chatted with the other girls a little longer before the door chimed again and a very pretty olive-skinned girl of around nine years old with big, dark, beautiful eyes and long, straight hair that was nearly black walked in, accompanied by a woman who looked similar enough to be her mum, dressed only, so it seemed, in a pink dressing gown and pair of green crocs.

Once they were safely inside and the door closed, she slipped off the robe, revealing that she was indeed naked underneath, with an A-grade stamp on her rump like Samantha’s, then kicked off her crocs and handed everything to her mum.

“Hi!” she grinned, sitting down next to Amelia. “I’m Zahra.” The other girls introduced themselves and went through the explanations of their respective delicious destinies. “I’m another turkey!” she informed them cheerfully. “I think someone has ordered a hamper with a turkey and a ham, then my Mummy and Daddy get my other ham! I guess the other bits will be minced or diced?”

“What about your head?” the older sister who had introduced herself as Kelly asked. “Mine’s getting taxidermied.”

“Mine too!” Zahra exclaimed excitedly. “Someone’s gonna get it for Christmas as a special toy!” she giggled. The door chimed again and this time a very familiar, near-naked girl walked in wearing nothing but a pink Sidney hat and boots.

“Well!” Emily exclaimed, spotting Samantha and beaming delightedly. “The Christmas turkey herself!”

“And if it isn’t the trimmings!” Samantha giggled, standing up to hug her. “Excited?”

“That’s one word for it!” her mum chuckled wryly, moving to join the other parents while Zahra shuffled a little closer to Amelia to make room on the bench.


To be continued...