After Assembly, Kerry was treated as something of a celebrity by the other girls with lots of them wanting selfies with her or even autographs and others she had barely, if ever, spoken to trying to collect evidence that they were in face best of friends. She had been worried that her selection might attract jealousy but, if there was any, it was not expressed overtly, with most of the girls who would want to be in her place imagining the opportunities attending the new Sidney’s Academy School would afford them.

Once lessons began, however, the day settled into a fairly normal routine like any other. At break and lunch time, people continued to approach Kerry and most of her teachers congratulated her at the start of their classes as if she had been given some kind of award of commendation. The few actual close friends that she had generally expressed surprise that she had bothered coming to school but, equally, were pleased that she had.

As arranged, her mum picked her up directly from school and drove her to the offices of the Department of Human Livestock Welfare where Kerry had to go through an interview with a friendly enough but rather officious woman, confirming that she understood that being cooked would result in dying and that death was a permanent state then confirming that she was acting according to her own free will and was not being forced or threatened into the arrangement. At the end of this, she was issued with a certificate confirming her status as a meat-girl which would need to be given to Josie and her team on Monday. After this, since there were no Sidney’s facilities yet in that or any near-by town, they went to a small walk-in clinic which was licensed to carry out the required health-checks on meat-girls.

The waiting room seemed like any doctor’s surgery anywhere, with the usual mix of ages and demographics, all waiting their turn with at least a veneer of patience. Looking around, Kerry tried to guess if anyone else was there for the same kind of testing as her. There were a few potential candidates - a girl a couple of years younger than her sat reading an out of date comic, next to a woman who was likely her mum, a pair of young teen girls in rather dishevelled school uniforms who were both occupying themselves with their phones but looking a little nervous and another girl more or less her own age who was chatting happily to a man Kerry took to be her dad but too quietly for her to learn anything from their conversation.

They didn’t have to wait long before she was called through, ahead of the others she had picked out in the waiting room, meaning that they were probably just there for normal medical reasons. In the consulting room which was trying its best to be friendly and welcoming but which was still unmistakably clinical, Kerry was asked to undress. This did not feel nearly as embarrassing as it might have done a day or two earlier, especially since this was a medical facility, a far more typical place to be naked than the school Principal’s office! The nurse, technician, inspector or whoever she was conducted a visual check first, looking Kerry over from top to toe for any blemishes or other visible signs that could suggest illness or infection then, apparently satisfied, she had her lay on the consulting bed and took samples of blood, saliva and a swab from inside her vagina which Kerry was a little embarrassed to note was being very obliging in providing material for testing. At least the spit was likely to get a nice, smooth, well-lubricated welcome! Fifteen minutes later, Kerry and her mum were leaving the clinic with a printed sheet of paper certifying her fit for human consumption!

To enjoy the weekend without focussing too much on what would happen on Monday, Kerry and her mum spent Saturday at a theme park, one that was normally a little outside of the budget, and Sunday at the beach where, seeing that she would not be the only one or even the oldest to do so, Kerry opted to go nude so that there would be no obvious tan-lines the next day. Despite her red hair and fairly pale skin, Kerry wasn’t especially prone to sunburn although her mum did make sure that she was well protected none the less. Friday and Saturday had been days for Kerry to indulge with any food, drinks and other treats she fancied but on Sunday she was careful, eating and drinking enough to keep her going but doing so sparingly and minimally and nothing after 6pm as she had been told. Sunday evening she showered off with the special flavourless hair-removal gel then took a nice hot bath to relax.

In bed as she tried to settle to sleep, Kerry thought about Katie and wondered how her final weekend had played out. She had half expected to meet her either at the DHLW office or at the clinic but she had not seen her in either place. It was likely, she thought, that she had opted to skip school entirely on Friday, or at least just attend for a half-day. In the morning, they were both to go straight to the field where some kind of production tent would be set up where final preparations would take place before the cameras arrived. Authentic Sidney costumes had been promised, along with professional hair and makeup which Kerry was very much looking forward to experiencing. That all sounded fun and, the more she thought about it, the more thrilling the idea of being roasted alive so that her delicious, tender meat could be consumed and enjoyed became. The only part she was really anxious about was appearing in front of the cameras. She had never known quite how to hold herself to have her picture taken and in the morning she would be expecting to pose in front of an assortment of local and national press as well as television cameras! Still, she could take solace in the idea that even if it was a complete disaster, she would only have to live with the embarrassment for another hour or so and she was sure that her roasting, not to mention the taste of her meat, was going to be far more memorable for the attendees than any slightly awkward posing!

Rather surprisingly under the circumstances, Kerry slept very well and had to be woken up by her mum in the morning in order to be ready in time. She took another shower and washed her hair with special soap that would leave no odour or aftertaste but without the need for the hair-removal gel this time, marvelling as she rubbed the lather all over her meaty young body how incredibly smooth her skin felt! Ever since it had started to grow she had been in the habit of using removal cream for her pubic hair and under her arms but had never thought to use it all over before and now rather wished that she had!

After brushing her hair and leaving it loose, knowing that the professionals would be working their magic on it soon enough, she slipped on the pink robe, the only clothing she was allowed to wear that day. After a very light breakfast consisting of a strawberry-flavoured protein shake so that she would have enough energy for the event, she followed her mum out to the car, still in nothing but the robe and plastic slippers. It felt so strange to be going anywhere in the car, let alone to school, in only what she might put on to take some rubbish out to the bin in the back yard after a bath but today was going to be a pretty strange sort of day all round and she understood perfectly the reasoning. It was the same rules that applied to models who would be posing naked, or to actors planning to shoot a nude scene. Normal clothes left lines and pressure marks on the skin so, if you wanted to look your best naked, you had to make sure that you were wearing the loosest possible clothing for a good couple of hours beforehand.

It was still early enough when they arrived that the only other people around at the school were some of the staff. No pupils who didn’t need to be would be there that early! Kerry’s mum parked in the car park in front of the reception building which also housed the Principal’s office and Assembly hall which had also been used for PE before the new sports hall was built some fifteen years earlier then together they walked down the side to the building to the field where immediately they saw the large tent and, some way from it, the roasting pits with the two spits currently stored upright on a rack. Unsurprisingly, Katie was already there in nothing but her own cheap Sidney had at the slippers that matched Kerry’s, chatting cheerfully to a crew member who was pouring coals into the wide roasting pit. Spotting them as they walked across the field, the younger girl ran across the grass, losing first one then both slippers in the process and gave Kerry a big hug as if they were long-lost sisters.

“Isn’t it awesome?” she gushed, waving her hand towards the cooking area.

“It’s quite something!” Kerry agreed with a chuckle.

“Did you see the sign on the way in?” the younger girl asked. “It’s covered over with a big plastic sheet at the moment. I guess they’re going to put something prettier over it for the unveiling?”

“Oh no,” Kerry shook her head, “I must have missed that! Guess I have other things on my mind today!” Katie giggled and Kerry’s mum smiled indulgently.

“Well, do you want me to see you in?” she asked. “Or would you prefer if I left you to it? Last thing I want to do is be That Mum,” she made air-quotes around these two words, “and embarrass you on your big day!”

“I think I’ve got it from here.” Kerry smiled, turning to give her one final hug. “But you will be back later to watch and get a taste of me, right?”

“Try to keep me away!” her mum assured her with a grin. “I spent nine months growing that rump in my belly, you don’t think I’m going to pass up the chance to enjoy a slice or two, do you?” Kerry giggled and hugged her mum a little tighter then waved her off. As soon as she turned to head back to the car, Katie grabbed her hand.

“Come on!” she tugged her towards the tent. “Let me introduce you to everyone!” With her free hand, she pulled back the opening of the tent. Inside there were tables set up and casually-dressed people fiddling with various pieces of equipment that looked like cameras and mikes as well as two ladies who were setting up a makeup station, complete with multi-angled mirrors and various electric hair-styling tools and Josie, wearing a smart, mint-green pencil-skirt and jacket combo talking to a tall, handsome man in a cream suit and a pink shirt with no tie, his dirty-blonde hair gelled around the sides but the fringe left to flop over his forehead. Kerry recognised him immediately and she felt her heart flutter.

“Josie you know, of course!” Katie beamed proudly. “And this is Hunter, he’s Sidney’s big brother!”

“Um… Hi!” Kerry smiled shyly, feeling her cheeks getting hot.

“Well hello there li’l red!” Hunter reached out and took her hand but instead of shaking it, he lifted it to kiss like people did in the movies. “Heard a lot about you! I’m terrible with names,” he chuckled self-effacingly, his mild Texas accent sounding far more convincing that Sidney’s but perhaps because he had had longer to practice, or maybe because it was less put-on, “so I hope you don’t mind if I call you li’l red?”

“No, that’s fine!” Kerry giggled a little. “Our real names are a bit too alike anyway! Wouldn’t want you getting confused.”

“Oh no,” Hunter winked at her, making her blush deepen and a swarm of butterflies apparently take off in her tummy, “we couldn’t be having that! This is Mandy and Kylie,” he introduced the hair and makeup team, “they’ll be in charge of making you even more beautiful and appetising and this is…” he gestured expansively around then shrugged, “I guess this is everyone else! They all seem kinda busy just now so I guess just try not to get under their feet!”

“Will do!” Kerry nodded, noticing that Katie had already apparently tired of the conversation and gone for another look at the roasting pit.

“Eager little piggy, isn’t she!” Hunter chuckled. “I have a feeling she and my sister would have got on very well!” Kerry giggled. “But speaking of eager piggies,” Hunter lowered his voice a little as Josie went over to speak to one of the crewmen, leaning in conspiratorially, “I can’t help noticing you seem a little over-dressed?” Kerry’s blush deepened as she looked down at her robe. “Unless that’s some new kind of bacofoil they R’n’D guys haven’t told me about,” he smiled charmingly, every inch the wealthy, charismatic playboy, “that’s gonna have to come off sooner or later! What do you say, li’l red? Want to let me see what I’m having for lunch?”

Her cheeks practically burning and her heart beating so fast and heavily that she was sure it must be audible to everyone within the tent, Kerry untied the chord of her robe and opened it then slipped it off her shoulders and folded it over arm, smiling shyly as she felt Hunter’s eyes roving all over her body.


To be continued...