Noting with amusement that Jessica was far from the only one with a phone pointed at the action, something that she did not mention as the young volunteer did not seemed bothered by it at all, Mollie watched as Emma started to undress.

It was always a matter of interest to her what meat-girls chose to wear for their final appointment, those who did not insist on showing up already naked, that was! Some went for something simple to remove – an over-sized t-shirt perhaps, or a onesie. Others wore a summer dress or playsuit with nothing underneath. Some actually dressed up, making a big effort and looking like they were going to a wedding or off to dine at a swanky restaurant rather then being someone else’s dinner while others just wore casual clothes, wanting to be comfortable and relaxed. Emma seemed to have gone down this last route although, since she had come straight from camp, she may not have had a whole lot of options and she wouldn’t be surprised if the rather old-fashioned Captain had insisted she stick to the same dress-code as the other girls until it was time to strip off.

First off were Emma’s rather bettered trainers. She held onto the back of a chair Mollie provided for balance and she tugged at her laces and took the first one off then immediately followed it with the corresponding sock. Switching feet so that she now stood with her bare foot on the warm linoleum floor, she quickly removed her other shoe and sock. Some girls made a bit of a show of undressing, turning it into a sort of strip-tease, especially if they had an audience to play up to, but Emma seemed to be treating it simply as a practical matter, just as if she were home alone in her bedroom getting ready for a bath.

After her shoes and socks were off, she unbuttoned the front of her fairly baggy denim jeans and unzipped them, letting them drop before stepping out of them, picking them up, giving them a shake then carefully folding them over the back of the chair. Mollie couldn’t help being amused by the contrast with Marcia and Jessica whose clothes had ended up in a crumpled heap, especially since Emma had no intention of ever putting hers back on! Her panties were sensible black trunks and Mollie found herself wondering idly if the teen’s bra matched.

She did not have to wait long for her answer as Emma’s uniform T-shirt was off next, revealing a white bra with a tiny baby-blue bow in the middle its only ornamentation. This came off next in the same relaxed, unhurried fashion as her outer clothing, unhooked from behind then slipped off her shoulders. Placing the bra as carefully as the rest of her clothes over the back of the chair, Emma wriggled her shoulders, feeling the relief from the tight straps and unwittingly, or so it seemed at least, wiggling her cute young tits at the other girls. Finally the black underpants came down and joined the rest of her outfit neatly on the back of the chair.

“Ready!” she smiled, turning to Mollie and standing almost to attention with her back straight and shoulders back. “What now?”

“Let’s get those packed away first.” Mollie suggested, holding out the bag with Emma’s details on it. “Since you’ve been so careful with them!” She raised an eyebrow at the sisters, unnoticed by Emma as Mollie held the bag open and she put her shoes in first the folded clothes rolled over on top of them. Mollie then pulled the backing plastic off the sticky strip at the top of the bag, folded it over then squeezed it to her chest to get rid of any excess air. “There we go!” she grinned, setting it down beside the computer terminal and moving the chair back against the wall. “Now it’s time for your grading!”

She looked the naked young girl up and down, appraising her with a professional eye. She was a perfect example of a spit-roaster – solidly built without looking chubby or muscular, thick thighs, a firm rump that curved out deliciously, a belly that was just ever so slightly convex, a lovely plump pair of lover lips, kept perfectly smooth and hairless, and breasts the size and approximate shape of medium-sized oranges crowned with hard, pink nipples that stuck out proudly against perfectly round, pink areolae. She had a sporty look about her and Mollie could tell without a single touch that she was looking at a solid 9.5. She wondered how Emma had ended up as the one on the menu that day? She was certainly a great choice but had she offered herself? Had names been drawn out of a hat? Perhaps everyone had voted for who they would most like to get a taste of? She would try to bring it up naturally in conversation before the end of the day and find out. To make it easier for the girls to see what was going on, as she intended them to have a go themselves afterwards, Mollie had Emma face her friends and stood behind her to begin the inspection.

“So,” she smiled, “let’s jump straight in with a fun part!” She put her hands over Emma’s chest, cupping her sweet breasts. “Now of course not every girl we cook has these and, among those that do, they coming in all shapes and sizes.” She noticed with amusement the way every girl in the room glanced down at their own chests in unison, with one or two reflexively cupping their own breasts to compare them to Emma’s. “What we look for in a good breast,” she explained, “is firmness, skin quality and distinctness of the nipple. Remember,” she continued as she began to squeeze and fondle Emma’s chest while the compliant teen stood still and obedient, “it’s not all about taste when it comes to a roast girl or boy but presentation too. It’s an old, old saying that the first bite is with the eye but when it comes to the kinds of meals we prepare here, that is especially true.” The girls all nodded, very interested in what she had to say and fascinated by watching their friend so casually felt up, her body described as if were already food.

“When assessing a breast,” Mollie informed them, “it is very important to take the age of the meat into consideration. Measures such as size and firmness must be applied relatively. It is not fair, for example, to compare the chest of an eleven year old to that of a fifteen year old, nor a thirty year old’s for that matter. When grading breasts you must always judge whether they are a good size and firmness for the piggy’s age. Remember we mark each individual element out of ten and in Emma’s case, I am happy to give these top marks!” She gave the teen’s boobs another playful squeeze then let them go. Sitting at the computer terminal, Lydia recorded the mark and Mollie moved on to Emma’s belly, ribs and arms, all scoring from 8.5 to 9.5. Although in a normal inspection she would have covered one side of the in its entirety before moving onto another, Mollie made the decision to save grading Emma’s fillet for last so had the girl turn around and knelt down beside her to explain the criteria by which a rump could be judged.

She then examined Emma’s back, thighs and calves then took out her tape measure to record her measurements. This inspection did seem a little haphazard compared to Mollie’s normal, methodical style, Lydia thought as she noted the statistics on the form, but she also understood that her colleague was putting on a show for the tour group rather than just carrying out a routine meat assessment.

“And last but by no means least…” Mollie grinned, standing up and fetching a glove before kneeling back down beside the naked teen. Gently, she pulled apart the lips of Emma’s delicious fillet, pointing out the lovely clean pinkness inside. She then squeezed the lips together, showing the thickness of the meat. “Ready?” she asked Emma in a soft voice, two fingers brushing against her tight spit-hole. The girl gave a small nod and Mollie slipped her fingers up inside, pleased to find the Emma was definitely a self-baster and thinking that they should have no trouble sliding the spit in when the time came. As she had done with the sisters, she pressed her thumb against her fingers from the outside then asked Emma to squeeze as hard as she could. Finally, with an air of triumph, she drew her fingers out and awarded Emma’s cunt a perfect ten! “Now we just need Lydia to tot up the scores!” she grinned. Lydia did so and happily labelled the young volunteer a 9.5 which Mollie translated to be a solid A-grade. Emma’s friends applauded for her, with some cheers and whistles and Mollie was pleased to see how proud the sweet girl looked.

Height and weight were measured next then the photographs were taken. Emma was not quite so natural a poser as Jessica or her sister but she was far from hopeless and soon the requisite pictures were taken and added to her file.

“Let’s all give Emma another round of applause!” Mollie suggested, something her friends seemed more than happy to do. “Now, who would like to have a go at grading a piggy themselves?” Of course every hand shot up. “Great! I was hoping you’d say that!” Mollie giggled. “Since Emma’s been such a good sport, I wanted her to be able to join in with this activity so I’d like you all to split into three groups, please.” Emma, still naked as she would be for the rest of her life, rejoined her friends and they quickly formed themselves into three roughly equal groups. Giggling happily, knowing that this was their big moment, the sisters came forward and began to undress. What did catch them by surprise, however, was when Mollie began to do likewise!

“There we go!” Mollie grinned, standing proudly with her hands on her hips, feeling surprisingly relaxed about being naked in front of this room of fully-clothed youngsters, already thinking of herself as a meat-girl ready for harvesting. “Now you have three piggies at different stages of development to grade. Lydia’s going to give out some pads now with the score sheets on and I want each group to take it in turns with all three of us. Then we’ll collect up your forms and look at what grades you’ve given us!” The girls all looked very excited by this idea as Lydia stared to give out pads and pens, the ones that were used for grading in homes or at other places away from the base. The three naked piggies then spaced themselves out along the length of the room, Marcia at one and Mollie at the other with Jessica in the middle, and the three small groups all approached their first assigned meat-girl.


To be continued...