While she waited for the numbing lotion to take effect, Laura took a moment to admire the lovely, meaty rump presented in front of her, proudly bearing the stamp that marked at as A-grade. As a mother, she knew that moments like this should really be tinged with a little sadness and that she should feel a little regret for these girls’ wasted potential, for the loss of the lives they could have lived, but their lovely young bodies looked so mouthwateringly delicious, even to someone like her who had never yet actually partaken of girl-meat, and they were so keen and excited to become food that it actually felt like to not eat them would be to waste their potential. Not only that, but what she was helping to do did not feel like killing them, like ending their lives, it felt like helping them evolve, to fulfil their destiny and become what they were always supposed to be, their bodies being chopped up for meat being the same as a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis!

Taking care to keep her index finger raised so as not to accidentally rub on any residue of the cream, Laura gently massaged Zahra’s firm, meaty buttocks.

“Your body is so delicious!” she complimented the sweet child. “Whoever gets this as their Christmas dinner is in for a real treat!” Zahra thanked her and moaned sweetly as Laura ran her fingers down the crevice of her plump fillet before tickling her little clit that was practically throbbing with excitement for what was about to happen!

“Ready to test?” Susan asked, handing her the gutting knife. Laura took it and pushed it quite hard into the skin just next to Zahra’s sweet ass-hole, as she had seen Susan do with Becky, pressing the tip in until it drew blood.

“Feel that?” she asked.

“Yeah but it doesn’t hurt.” Zahra confirmed. “I’m ready!”

“How deep do I cut?” Laura asked, pushing the knife in properly now. At the back of her mind she knew that she was now beginning to actively kill this sweet little girl but she felt no moral qualms about it. This was simply what needed to happen to help the happy little turkey achieve her delicious destiny.

“Between one and a half and two centimetres.” Susan explained. “It varies from girl to girl but you’ll know when you’ve gone far enough.” Indeed, Laura realised when the knife was just under two centimetres in that she felt a change in the resistance, as if it had pushed through the muscle into a cavity. She then carefully cut in a circle then levered the puckered ring out as she had seen Susan do.

As happy and excited as she was to be gutted and slaughtered, this process was still a little uncomfortable so Zahra distracted herself by watching Jeff finish processing Becky’s cute little carcass, knowing that she would be next. The black X on her tummy having been wiped off, the turkey crown that was her torso, including her chest, belly, rump and cute little fillet was now resting on the green paper straw in one of the medium-sized baskets, wrapped in cellophane. Jeff collected a sticker showing the happy, smiling little girl from the printer on the table and stuck it carefully to the basket’s wrapping.

Next to the basket was a smaller one with a boned thigh resting in it. This received a smaller sticker of the same design. He then took down the second leg from its hook and cut around the thigh, about six inches above the knee, down to the bone before making an upwards cut and peeling the thick layer of meat away before rolling, tying it and resting it in another basket.

That, she knew, would be how her own reserved ham would be presented back to her parents while her other would be packaged in one of the largest hampers along with her turkey crown, two bottles of wine, a pack of stuffing mix and a jar of honey, all locally sourced. The makings of a wonderful Christmas feast for whoever received her as their order. Then her pretty head would be sent to the taxidermist along with so many others, turned into an adult toy over night and put on sale first thing on Christmas Eve, ready for someone to buy as a last minute gift for a friend or loved-one, someone who had no idea who she had been and didn’t care, just wanting her head to give someone else pleasure.


To be continued...