“Not one like this.” the pleasant young man admitted. “I’ve eaten at Sidney’s and MAXX a few times, of course.” he conceded with a smile. “I mean, who hasn’t?”

“Indeed!” Mollie grinned. “I’m rather partial to a Jessie T’s too. Their triple tower cheese and bacon girl-burger with popcorn titties on the side is to die for! Luckily plenty of girls agree!” she giggled, winking at Carl to try to help him relax. He grinned in response.

“Yeah they’re pretty great!” he agreed. “But it was this place we went to on holiday that made me really want to, you know, take the plunge!” He grinned and Mollie stopped, reaching the door of Inspection Room 2 and turning to smile at him with her hand on the door handle.

“What place was that?” she asked, wondering if he planned on elaborating as to who “we” might have been.

“It was this place by the beach!” he explained enthusiastically. “With Tiki torches, waitresses in grass skirts and flower garlands. That kind of place! They had these spits set up right on the sand, just off the edge of the decking, and they were roasting these people on wooden spits. The girls had bamboo skewers through their tits and the guys had them… you know,” he chuckled a little sheepishly, “somewhere else! With some sort of cross-piece just under the head.”

“Ah yeah!” Mollie nodded thoughtfully. “Traditional cooking methods definitely have their place. We do tend to use more modern techniques here,” she smiled, “tends to be neater and a bit more humane, but hopefully it will live up to your dream! So you liked what you saw?”

“Yeah definitely!” Carl nodded enthusiastically. “I think all the… what is it they call them? Long-pigs? I think they were all locals but ever since I’ve not been able to get the idea out of my head so when your ad popped up on my phone the other day…” He grinned and spread his hands to indicate the rest was history.

“Good advertising pays off, clearly!” Mollie chuckled, opening the door and inviting him inside before following him in, closing and locking the door behind them. “This is Doug.” she introduced her co-worker who was stood a little awkwardly next to the computer terminal. “He’s going to be sitting in today, hope that’s okay?” Doug gave a friendly half-wave of greeting to the younger man.

“Sure! Whatever you say!” Carl smiled, clearly excited to be getting on with the next stage of making his fantasy reality. “You’re the boss!”

“I guess I am!” Mollie grinned. “Now, if you’re ready to get started, please pop your clothes off and let’s take a look at you!” Knowing that some volunteers, especially teenage boys, could be a little shy about the act of getting undressed in front of an audience, even if they were well aware that they were going to be quite invasively examined and photographed naked, Mollie turned her back slightly and engaged Doug in conversation as if she were showing him some new feature of the terminal. “Just let us know when you’re ready.” she smiled, glancing over her shoulder and seeing Carl shirtless and pulling down his trousers, his shoes on the seat of the chair with his socks rolled inside and his shirt hung over the back, before turning her attention back to the screen.

“Should I keep my glasses on?” Carl asked, before pulling down his underpants. “Or take them off?”

“Leave them on for now if you’ll be more comfortable.” Mollie smiled. “If I need you to take them off, I’ll let you know.” Leaning past Doug, she opened a new file on the terminal and put her current volunteer’s name in. She was trying to be professional, focussing on getting on with her day’s work, but all she could think about was her own profile that she had sent off to Courtney. She thought about the pictures that Lydia had helped her take. Would they be appealing? Would they make Courtney and her brother want to enjoy her meat? Sure, the cute, chubby potential client had seen her naked in person at the party but this felt more intimate. At the party, pretty much everyone had been naked but the focus of their hunger had been Timothy, the young boy on the spit, with some attention directed towards their friend who the party was in honour of, Megan, who would be roasting for her parents and their associates in a few days time. The photographs she had sent were different. Their entire purpose was to advertise her meat. To promote her body as food.

Had Courtney replied to her email already, she wondered. Or perhaps she had not even seen it yet, and might not until later that evening. Perhaps the upcoming birthday party she was interested in Mollie for was not the most important thing on her mind right now and it may even be a day or two before she got around to looking at what she had sent. But no, Mollie didn’t think so. The sweet girl had seemed pretty keen and she was sure she would be hearing back from her before she finished work for the day.

This was something that she had not anticipated, that it would be so difficult to focus on her everyday tasks while she waited for plans to be finalised and she hoped that, once she had a more concrete answer one way or the other, she would be able to relax a bit and focus on her work for the remaining weeks left to her.

“Okay!” Carl announced and the two workers turned their attention back to him. He was standing a little awkwardly but making no attempt to cover himself, something Mollie always considered a good sign, but shifting his weight from one foot to the other with one arm by his side and the other across his body, holding onto the first, the sort of pose, she had observed, people made when unsure what to do with their hands. His good-sized manhood was clearly slightly engorged but not actually erect, something that she was sure would change during the course of the inspection, and his decently-toned body was smooth and hairless.

“Great!” Mollie smiled encouragingly. “Now just try to relax. We’re professionals. We’ve seen it all before! Try to think of me like a doctor, okay?” Carl nodded and let his arms fall loosely by his sides. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart and shoulders back, smiling a little nervously, awaiting further instructions. “I’m going to do a quick visual inspection first,” Mollie explained, “then we’ll record your height and weight, then we’ll take some measurements and do a more hands-on inspection for the grading then finally some photos, okay?”

“Sure!” Carl smiled politely.

“Right now,” Mollie continued, wanting to make sure the young man knew his exact position and status and that he was under no obligation to move forward with the process, “you are a member of the public with the same rights and protections as any other citizen. If at any point you are uncomfortable and want to me to stop, or would prefer Doug to take over, or if you just need a few minutes break, please just say and we will absolutely respect your wishes. You are also free to cancel this session and leave at any time, understand?” Carl nodded. “Great! Although if you do want to leave, we recommend at least putting your clothes back on first!” The young man chuckled and Mollie was pleased to feel her little joke lighten the atmosphere.

Sitting down at the terminal, Doug and Carl exchanged a chummy smile as they made eye-contact while Mollie began to walk around the naked young man, looking him up and down appraisingly.

“Oven-ready, I see!” she observed approvingly. “Is that for our benefit or something you do all the time?”

“Oven…?” Carl was puzzled for a moment before quickly realising that she was referring to his hairlessness. “Oh, right! Well, a bit of both, really.” he explained. “I’m on my school’s swim team so I shave most of the time but, for this, I used all-over hair removal cream. That’s what meat’s supposed to do, right?”

“It sure it!” Mollie agreed. “But most volunteers aren’t quite as diligent as you at this stage but hey,” she grinned, “it proves you’re keen and we definitely appreciate it! It will help you look extra appetising in your profile photos!” Carl, his cheeks pink, seemed pleased to hear this. “Right, hop up on the scales for me.” she instructed. “Your specs shouldn’t be a problem for now. They’re not that sensitive.” With a friendly, obedient smile, the young man wearing nothing but glasses stepped up onto the scale, pushing his fringe out of his face as he did so then stood still while Mollie watched the digital display, waiting for it to stabilise. Once it had, she called out the number to Doug who recorded it on the form. Next, she pulled down the gauge to measure his height and had Doug note that down too.

“Great! Hop back down onto the floor for me.” Mollie smiled, picking up the loose tape measure. “Now hold out one arm for me, whichever one you like!” Grinning, Carl held out his right arm and Mollie measured around his bicep, calling out the measurement to Doug. She then knelt down and measured around his thigh, the back of her hand brushing against his hairless oyster pouch. “Okay, so, for the next measurement we need maximum size!” she winked, standing up. “You okay if I give you a hand with that?”


To be continued...