The four sat and munched their Timothy sandwiches in companionable silence for a few minutes before everyone noticed that Megan had finished her bun with the rump meat and had picked up the special hot-dog. The others all paused their eating to watch as she regarded it.

“Which end are you gonna eat first?” Courtney asked with a grin.

“Hmm not sure?” Megan admitted. “Do you think I should start with the head or work up to it?”

“Start with it!” Mollie suggested. “Trust me on this!” Grinning and licking her lips, the soon-to-be meat-girl turned the long bun around then took a big bite, sinking her teeth into Timothy’s roast boyhood, biting off the smooth head which protruded from the end of the bun. Hey eyes went wide with delight and the others watched in silence as she chewed slowly, savouring the unique and delicious flavour for as long as she could before swallowing.

“Wow!” she gasped, once her mouth was no longer full. “It’s amazing!”

Grinning, Mollie got to her feet, rubbing the loose grass from her bare backside and feeling the pressure-pattern she had predicted when she sat down, then left the teen to enjoy the rest of her treat and went to check on proceedings on the patio.

Several of the girls were already on their second helping and she saw that both of Timothy’s buttocks and thighs had now been stripped down to the bone along with some of the meat from his arms.

“Don’t forget the chest and belly!” she reminded the young men in charge of the carving. “Might not be as tender as on a girl,” she squeezed her own breasts teasingly, “but still tasty!” A curious expression on her face, Timothy’s mum approached the carving station and enquired about trying different parts of her son’s body.

Wanting to check that she was happy with the service, Mollie sought out Megan’s mum, Janice, and they chatted about how the party had gone so far and discussed details of their other upcoming party where Megan herself would be roasting, discussing what steps she should take the night before and in the morning, what time the caterers should arrive and that sort of thing.

“What about this afternoon?” Janice asked, offering Mollie a glass of chilled white wine which she accepted happily and sipped as they continued their conversation. “I think the contract said you would be here until four? What happens then?”

“Well,” Mollie checked the time quickly on her work phone which was on the equipment table along with the small stack of business cards, “It’s a little after three now. We’ll continue serving as we are until half past three then we’ll strip the carcass of the remaining meat and leave that for you. You’re welcome to keep the bones too if you want or we can take them away for recycling?”

“We’ll probably want to keep Meg’s,” Janice replied thoughtfully, “make some soup out of them or something, but if you can dispose of Timothy’s we’d be grateful.”

“No problem!” Mollie smiled. “Then we’ll take down our equipment and be out of your hair! Are the girls sleeping over tonight?”

“Most of them, I think.” Janice smiled. “It’s probably the last time they’re Meg’s going to see them so she’ll want to make the most of it. She’s really excited about cooking, you know!” She informed the young caterer proudly.

“She’ll make a delicious roast!” Mollie assured her with a grin. “I’ll make sure of it!” They made friendly small-talk for a few more minutes before Mollie went to check on her colleagues. Her suggestion apparently having been taken seriously, Timothy was now missing the flesh around one nipple and his belly had been sliced open, the viscera collected in a plastic container, and several strips of belly-pork were missing. He also seemed to be lacking one cheek and both lips. The girls kept coming back for more, some now even on their fourth portion.

Instructing the young men that in about fifteen minutes they should start stripping the carcass, Mollie went back into the house and up to Megan’s bedroom to put her clothes back on. They felt awkward and restrictive after the hours and going naked but also helped the young red-head get back into a professional head-space, rather than seeing herself as one of the party guests, even if she had just agreed to be meat very soon!

Back downstairs in her smart, black uniform, Mollie began to give out business cards to everyone who wanted on, which turned out to be everyone but Megan since her plans were already in place. She knew, of course, that many of the girls who happily accepted the cards and, lacking pockets or bags, tucked them into the brim of their hat, were just caught up in the moment and would quickly get over their intrigue at the idea of being meat but there would be a few, she was confident, at least three or four, who would follow up over the next few days and make appointments to be added to the inventory.

Being very familiar with the routine, Cole worked on stripping as much meat as he could from the spitted carcass, transferring it onto disposable aluminium platters that could be left with the client, while Doug unpacked and laid out a clean tarpaulin on the patio ready to dismember the body and harvest the last scraps of meat once the conventional carving was finished.

Seeing that there was nothing more he could collect with the carving knife and fork set, Cole put one of the high-piled platters of boy-meat on the table so the girls and parents could help themselves and covered the other over with foil. He then signalled to his colleague who helped him lift the spitted remains off the carving mount and onto the floor where they worked together to remove the T-bar and cut the bindings on Timothy’s ankles and wrists before drawing the spit out of the now mostly skeletal body.

Using heavier tools like cleavers, chisels and hammers, they broke through cartilage and connective tissue, breaking off Timothy’s arms and legs then breaking the severed limbs down further. Next they removed the skull which still had the hair clinging to it despite his eyes, ears and most of the flesh having been removed, resulting in the almost comical look of a Halloween decoration. With their gloved hands, they broke off each rip in turn then set to work with knives and scrapers, retrieving every last scrap of meat which was, after all, the property of the client.

“Do you want his skull?” Mollie asked Timothy’s mum as the men started to pack up the bones. “We’ve been asked to dispose of the bones so it’s yours if you want it?” She picked up the mostly-stripped skull.

“Might be a nice souvenir.” the woman smiled in agreement. “What about the hair? Can that be donated, do you think? I know girls often do but…”

“It’s nice hair!” Mollie smiled, taking a grip of Timothy’s slightly greasy, smokey brown mop and pulling it away like a wig with a wet ripping sound, leaving pink residue on top of the skull. “We can get it cleaned up back at the office and put it in with the rest, then it’s up to the charity what they do with it really!”

“Good idea.” Timothy’s mum smiled then reached out and took her son’s skull which had been mostly emptied out through the eyes sockets. “Thank you! Is there anything I need to do to it when I get home?” she asked as Janice retreated to the kitchen to find her a carrier bag.

“You should boil it for a couple of hours,” Mollie explained, “clean it up. Then really it’s up to you. Some people like to varnish them or they can be polished up nicely. Personally I prefer the natural look but it really depends what you want to do with it. Some people even paint them up, you know, like those Day of the Dead displays!”

“I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” the older woman smiled, dropping what had been her son’s head into the offered carrier bag.

With her duties complete, Mollie left the men to dismantle the cooking apparatus and load it back onto the van then went to say goodbye to the girls, most of whom had retreated back to the pool. It had been a busy but fun day and had come with more than its fair share of surprises but it was a good day and one she would never forget.

Along with the container of viscera, any edible samples of which had been removed, wrapped in foil and baked in the coals, Timothy’s bones were bundled up and loaded onto the van. Once back at the headquarters, the viscera would be ground up and bagged, stored in the freezer until the pet food company collected them, and the bones would be dumped into the hopper for recycling, likely ending up as fertiliser or used for gritting roads in cold weather. It had been a long, full and exciting day for Timothy too but, unlike Mollie, for the time being at least, his work was complete!


The End