First to come off was her tie, then her jumper, but instead of going for her shirt next, Kerry steadied herself with a hand on the edge of Mr Harcourt’s desk and took off her shoes and socks, stuffing her socks into her shoes like she would when changing for PE. Now she unbuttoned her white shirt, still incredibly conscious of the adults watching so intensely but actually starting to like it. Under her shirt she wore a white training bra with pink stitching around the bottom and a little pink bow in the middle of the neck-line. She left this on while she unzipped her grey skirt and let it drop before bending down to pick it up.

Standing in her underwear in the thankfully warm office, Kerry paused. Despite the rather unconventional circumstances, up until this point she was really no more exposed than she would have been at the beach, or at the pool with her friends, but now she was about to properly reveal her young, pubescent body to an audience that included her mum, the head of her school and a woman who until minutes earlier had been a stranger but whose primary interest in her was as food. She wouldn’t care about any of her hobbies or extra-curricular activities beyond their impact on her physical condition. She didn’t care what books or TV shows she liked, what her favourite genre of film was or what kind of music she enjoyed listening to. The only two things that mattered to her were how she was going to look for the cameras, especially on the spit, and how she would taste when roasted.

With a deep breath to steel her nerve, Kerry pulled her training bra off over her head, revealing her cute little tits that were definitely more than just buds but didn’t quite qualify as actual breasts yet then finally, turning so that she wouldn’t be pushing her bare behind into anyone’s face and noting with a sense of relief that the blinds on the office window were closed, something she had neglected to check earlier, she pulled down her panties and flicked them onto the pile of clothes next to her mum on the sofa.

Standing in her birthday suit in the middle of the Principal’s office, like a scene from an awkward dream, Kerry smiled a little weakly at her audience, unsure whether she was expected to pose or just stand there and let them look. One of the oldest in her year-group, Kerry was on the taller side for her age and, with makeup and the right outfit, could probably have passed for fourteen or maybe even fifteen. She was pretty enough, with a sweet, round face, a few light freckles dotting her cheeks. Her developing body also had a round softness to it without crossing the line into being chubby. Her thighs were thick and her bottom peachy, her belly gently convex and her sweet little titties like two halves of a lemon. Her crowning glory was really her long, red hair which was thick and straight, a nightmare to brush but very beautiful to look at! Where she noticed Josie’s eyes drawn, rather unsurprisingly, was to her thick, meaty fillet. In truth she had often felt a little embarrassed about how big it looked and how much her vulva bulged out but she quickly realised that this only made it more appetising to a hungry cannibal and she could not imagine anyone would be complaining!

“Very nice indeed!” Josie smiled, clearly meaning it as a genuine compliment. “You seem lovely and smooth, may I ask if that is natural or…?”

“I use cream.” Kerry admitted. “I prefer how it feels. Hair is itchy!”

“I couldn’t agree more!” chuckled Josie. “You look ready to go over the coals right away! In fact,” she turned to the Principal with a mock-serious tone, “I’m afraid we’re going to have to call off the event. I’m taking Kerry home for my own dinner tonight!” The twelve year old couldn’t help but giggle as the other adults laughed good-naturedly. As strange and unexpected as all this was, it felt nice to be admired and thought of as delicious by someone who was definitely in a position to know! “How about giving us a little twirl?” Josie suggested. “Let’s see the whole menu!” Kerry did as she was asked, holding her arms out a little stiffly, turning on the spot. “Perfect!” Josie gushed.

“So I make the grade?” Kerry asked with a smile as she turned back to face everyone.

“Oh for sure!” Josie assured her while her mum and Mr Harcourt smiled proudly. Just then, a thought occurred to Kerry.

“You said lots of the teachers recommended me?” she asked, turning to the Principal. “Did they say why?” She considered herself a good student and didn’t think her teachers would be looking for an excuse to get rid of her out of their classes.


To be continued...