The next segment was a series of three short, pre-filmed segments showing the girls in question living their normal lives at home, at school and out on the street, only three because two of them were appearing together as they were best friends.

“Four apparently normal, happy, healthy young girls,” the reporter narrated, “with one very extraordinary thing in common.” He paused for dramatic effect. “The overwhelming desire to be eaten!” The pair of best friends consisted a more or less flat-chested strawberry blonde with a pretty, round face and her taller, brunette and olive-skinned friend who, although clearly very close in age, had pert young breasts around the size and shape of apples, clearly visible under the crop-top she was wearing in some of the footage. The other girls were a tall, rather stocky brunette with a plain kind of prettiness and a cute, chubby blonde with wavy hair just past her shoulders. They all looked to be around eleven or twelve years old.

The next scene took place inside a house, presumably the home of one of the pair of friends. The reporter was sat with the two girls and a woman with similar-coloured hair to the smaller of the two at a round, kitchen table. Although only what was above the surface was visible to the camera, it was quite clear that the girls were naked.

“Can we make it clear from the start,” the reporter said, his hands on a mug of tea or coffee in front of him and speaking directly to the girls rather than to the camera, “we didn’t ask you to dress like this. Is that right?”

“Absolutely!” the older girl laughed and her friend gave a cheeky giggle. “We insisted!”

“And why is that?” asked the reporter.

“Because we’re meat!” the smaller girl explained brightly. “Just like any farm animal! You don’t expect pigs, cows or chickens to wear clothes, do you?”

“Well, no.” the reporter admitted. “But presumably you do wear clothes sometimes?”

“When we have to.” the taller girl rolled her eyes. “Like at school or when we go out shopping or to the cinema or whatever but as soon as we’re safely here or at my place then we like to be our true piggy selves.” The expression of amused exasperation on the woman’s face, most likely the mother of the smaller girl, made it clear that this was a topic which had been frequently and widely debated before the stated compromise was reached.

“I see!” the reporter chuckled. “Well perhaps you would like to introduce yourselves by telling us your names, ages and how you know each other.”

“I’m Hannah.” the strawberry-blonde girl spoke first, turning her head to address the camera directly, her hands clasped on the table in front of her and perky, budding pink nipples clearly on display. “I’m eleven years old, twelve next month.”

“I’m Sophia.” the olive-skinned brunette smiled at the camera, sat more side-on than her friend with her arms folded, leaning forward slightly so that her lovely young breasts of which she was clearly very proud rested gently on her hands. “I’m already twelve and we’re best friends from school. Have been since we were five!”

“Glad to hear that your friendship has endured the test of time!” the reporter smiled with genuine warmth. “And now you both want to be meat?”

“We are meat.” Sophia corrected him. “We want to be harvested.”

“And by harvested you mean…?” prompted the reporter.

“Cooked, eaten and enjoyed!” Hannah supplied the answer. “In our case anyway. Some girls want to be butchered but the same word applies. It means when you officially go from being a person to being food.”

“But you do already consider yourselves meat?”

“Yes!” the pair replied emphatically in perfect unison.

“I see.” the reporter nodded. “And can I ask where this desire came from?”

“Well I guess it was me who found out about it first.” Sophia explained, reaching for a glass of something orange in front of her and taking a quick sip before continuing. “I was just scrolling insta and everyone was talking about this documentary that had been on I guess the night before and sharing clips from it. It was by the old guy, the one with the glasses who goes into prisons or towns where everyone’s on drugs or a Nazi. You know the one I mean?”

“I do indeed!” the reporter chuckled then turned to the camera and apologetically said, “Sorry, Louis, but they got you to a T!”

“Anyway it was about this restaurant in America that was about to open where they were going to serve girls instead of other meat. I thought it was some kind of joke or prank or maybe AI thing at first but I looked it up and watched the whole documentary and started reading up about it and the girl it’s named after and found that it’s all real!”


To be continued...