Melody stressed a bit more. “How many?” She already tried to calculate in her head how she’d fix this. “Just two, Dina and her sister, but they should arrive later.” Two latecomers, she actually expected much worse, every actor had their understudy so this would work out. But they ‘should’ come later. It would be more convenient to just continue as if they wouldn’t be here at all, but Melody didn’t want to outright refuse them. It depended on the roles they had. “And they were?” She knew it’d never end well. “Both were statues.” The manager let out an “Aaah..!” from her throat. Of course, the most makeup-heavy roles. But she saw hope, the statues had no rehearsal, if they came early enough they could join, if not she would put candles into two alcoves. “Not the worst-case scenario. Let’s just hope they get there before the next group.” They followed Lara and the kids to the main room.

As their guide opened the door, the whole group couldn’t believe their eyes. The room looked wonderful, decorations appeared everywhere, the hides dressed the room, the enormous amount of Sidney heads on every table, the giant Sidney serving a little one, and most importantly the sheer amount of naked girls, beyond the boys’ wildest dreams. “Here’s the stage where you’ll perform. The statues will stand in those holes all around the room. There’s a staff room behind the giant stairs if you want to change, but there’s no real point since if you change it’s to be naked.” she added a little wink as she shook her own bare ass. “You’ll all need to go see Annie eventually, makeup makes you more visible on stage. We’ll be short on time so there has to be someone getting makeup on at all time. The statues will take the longest so she’ll do them first. The rest you can rehearse, in the order: the play, the choir for the first three songs, the gymnast girls, and then the choir with the gymnasts and dancers for the final song. This will be the order for the evening too, with a break between the gymnastic routine and fourth song of the choir. Understood?” Nobody dared to say anything and just nodded.

The adults joined them as the kids dispersed. Melody wore a proud smile. “Wow! Great job Lara, you handled that like a pro!” she caressed her head, which made her smile. “Thanks! So what do we do now?” Melody looked around. “The kids need to figure out a few things before they start rehearsing, like scene transitions and costume changes. It’ll take them some time. The statues do not have this issue, so it looks like Annie will soon be flooded once again, you should give her a hand.” Lara nodded and rushed to Annie’s rescue.

Twenty-two gymnasts already surrounded the makeup professional, in various degree of clothing. Some stripped while waiting. “Lara! Could you sort those little canvases for me, sweetie? I’d prefer them not to wait pointlessly.” The young girl consulted with the statues to choose a passing order, so that the ones not getting worked on could wander in the room. “Perfect, darling!” Annie prepared the different products as the first gymnast advanced. “If I do it alone, I might not have enough time for the details. Would you like to apply to the base body paint?” Lara excitedly nodded. “Take a seat, and grab the next statue. Ask them if they want to go naked or wear a toga, if they want a toga then you do not have to paint the parts that will be covered.” She gave Lara a large brush and filled a palette with the body paint, and with her own brush, Annie covered the young girl in front of her.

Lara clumsily imitated the professional, but she did a pretty good job overall. It felt a little weird to paint on someone, but she had to reach every tiny spot on the girl. Lara applied the paint on the gymnast’s belly, which tickled her so much Lara tightened her hold. After the belly, she used the brush to paint the model’s chest, covering it all in grey. The painted gymnast struggled to contain her giggles as the thick brush passed over her small tits, especially the nipples. Then she coated the arms and legs faster, she paid close attention to the smooth slit, but she handled it well enough. This time Lara stopped herself from laughing as she brushed all over the face of the gym girl. The model turned to show her back which Lara covered, and finally she finished with the cute and firm bubble butt of the gymnast.

Annie had completed the base layer of her girl a few minutes ago, and proceeded with the next step. “So, Little Canvas, would you like to pose facing the room to show everyone your front side, or to pose with you cute little rump out?” The statue pondered a bit but stayed front toward Annie. The artist applied different layer of makeup to create a realistic stone-like appearance on the young girl. Ten minutes later, the girl looked perfectly like a Greek statue, and Annie sprayed her hair with a grey colour. In that time Lara painted two more girls grey. They started a cycle: Lara put the first layer of paint on the girls, and Annie made the realistic stone tones on the grey girls. It took almost an hour for Lara to paint all the girls, and Annie only finished 7 girls. “I’ll handle the rest of the makeup, you can return to Melody, Darling.”

The assistant stretched her whole body from sitting for so long. She spotted Melody chatting with the supervisors of the different kid groups. “Ah! Just on time. The children finished their warm-up and preparations. They are finishing a few things, and will be ready to start in about ten minutes.” The adults nodded in confirmation. “Gather your friends and enjoy the show, we’ll need some reviews.” Lara smiled and nodded. “Of course, we’ll give the best reviews!”

Molly and the rest already waited in front of the stage. “What do you think this will be?” Julie asked no one in particular. “I heard them talk about songs and dances.” Noted Candice. “I saw them put on explorer costumes.” Added Lily. “Here they come. We’ll have our answer in a few seconds.” Molly concluded. Three girls and six boys climbed on the stage. The actresses wore iconic jungle explorer outfit, and the actors some parodies of typical African cannibals. Almost everyone of the naked meatgirls and statues looked straight at the group, which seemed to overwhelm them a bit, especially the boys. Molly seized the opportunity. “Stage fright? You know what they say: try to picture the spectators naked.”

Everyone at least chuckled at her joke, including the group on stages which relaxed them a bit. They discussed some last details and left the stage, the girls to the right and boys to the left. A few seconds later the girls entered again, but in-character.

The explorers looked thirsty. They struggled to take a few steps. The music started and they moved to the tempo. “What will we do?” Asked the center actress. “In this hot, hot Jungle?” Completed the two behind her. They didn’t exactly sing, but chose a middle ground between singing and speaking. “With no water, what will happen to us?!” They reached the middle of the stage for the important line. “And our bodies!” The three singers pushed on their voice.

They walked in circles on the stage, making exaggerated moves. The boys entered the stage behind the singers, very stoic. “Lost lambs. You’re looking for help? We can guide you to our tribe.” The three explorers turned toward them. “Oh thank you so much!” She replied as the others repeated on the beat. “Thank you! Thank you!” The cannibals and explorers gathered in the center of the stage, and the explorers resumed their bit. “But we are so hot.” They all sang. “So hot that we don’t know! Don’t know if we’ll be able to walk to your tribe!” The left one added.

The cannibals stepped forward and surrounded each of the little explorers. “Don’t worry! If you’re too hot…” They wrapped their hands around their young bodies. “You can just take off your clothes!” All the actors opened the explorers’ tops at the same time, revealing their small chests to the whole crowd of meatgirls. The actresses acted embarrassed before jumping from joy. “Wow! It feels so refreshing!” Said one of them. “Why didn’t we think of it?!” Hummed the right singer before the center one completed: “Thank you! Please help us get rid of the rest!” The cannibals almost ripped off their clothes, taking away their hats, then as one removed the top, another slid the pants away and finally they ended by stripping off their panties. The actresses stood naked on the stage, their clothes scattered all over the floor. They smiled genuinely thankful toward the cannibals.

The female singers covered their foreheads with the back of their hands, acting tired. “But we are so exhausted!” And repeated. “So exhausted that we don’t know! Don’t know if we’ll be able to walk to your tribe.” Hummed the right actress.

The actors turned towards the ends of the stage. “Don’t worry! If you’re too exhausted…” They grabbed long sticks and firm ropes, from outside of the stage to pass them around, until every pair of cannibals held a stick and a rope for their explorer. “We can just carry you!” In synchronicity three actors grabbed the hands of their actresses, and the other three tied their wrists together above their head and then the wrists to the sticks. The girls resumed their song. “Oh thank you!” Sang the two in the back “You’re taking the weight off our shoulders!” The middle explorer added.

The cannibals grabbed their legs and tied them to the sticks, putting them in the traditional cannibal carry. “How can we thank you misters? How can we thank you misters?” They kept singing as the cannibals carried them out of the stage. They circled to enter from the other side, the explorer-meats continuing their song and swaying on their sticks. The cannibals stopped at the center to drop their catch and began their own song. “We got lucky! We found good spit meat!” But another one refuted. “Not spit meat. Pot food!” Another one added: “Smoked ration is bestation!” They discussed the best way to prepare the meats for a while.

Said meats didn’t react as they realised their fate, they just swayed on the beat. But eventually their cheerful mood dispersed as the cannibal spent too much time arguing. They got so bored that they decided to do it themselves. The meats slid their bindings off the sticks and jumped back to their feet, bound and naked. They moved with little hops across the stage. The lead singer jumped in front as the others hopped to the side. “Listen well! The best use of our meat, and methods to feed an entire tribe with three little piglets…” The other girls pushed a large cauldron to the middle of the stage. “is a pot roast! For a large broth!” She explained with a smile and a wink.

The cauldron appeared to be boiling, but only because of a speaker with bubbling sounds, and a smoke machine hidden inside. The girls pushed it to the middle and sang to themselves: “But we can’t only serve meat, can we?” And hopped left and right to fetch a few vegetables with their tied hands, the lead actress joined them. And they tossed plastic vegetables inside the pot naming them each time. Courgette, then carrot, then eggplant, an onion, different mushrooms, a radish, a daikon, and finally a potato. “Tnd now! And now, we light it up!” The group pushed a cardboard painting of a fire in front of the pot and gave a last smile to the crowd. The three meats jumped inside the cauldron and turned to spectators before singing. “And Bon Appetit!” As they disappeared into the cauldron. The cannibals smiled widely at their new meal and pushed the pot away as the music slowly faded away.

As they cleared the stage, a choir of twenty voices advanced to take their spot. The singers included boys and girls from 6 to 16, and to the spectators’ dismay, all of them wore clothes. Their singing teacher climbed on the stage along with them. “Thank you all for being here. This lovely choir here wanted to pay tribute to Sidney’s work by singing three of her favorite songs.” He walked off-stage and the 20 children proceeded to interpret some iconic songs that could totally be the favorite songs of any girl Sidney’s age, but still catchy enough to please any audience.

And the room was filled with girls of this age. They all began to dance or spin around, singing along and shaking their naked forms. Sidney died four years earlier, so those songs dated from back then, but the songs still had some catch. They felt like the songs ended too early as the choir left the stage. The singers looked relived that the crowd liked the songs, they seemed more confident.

Next on the stages were about twenty members of the gymnastics club, the friends of the ones who would soon pose as statues. They were all naked from head to toes and didn’t hesitate to tease the spectators, both with their smiles and with their bodies. All while they prepared the mats and props for their routines.

The speakers played rock music as the first five gym girls performed five varied routines, exposing their small naked bodies as much as possible, in quantity and quality. The next one performed a more unique scene. They replaced the center bar with a cauldron, the one used for the first musical skit. The athlete completed two full front flips before she reached the pot. She used it like a balance beam, first by landing perfectly on its side, she playfully dipped her bare foot inside the empty cauldron. She grabbed the wall of the boiling utensil and lifted her legs up before turning them over and over again, all around the pot. It fully revealed her pussy, but she didn’t seem to mind. The gymnast let herself fall inside the cauldron, her round rump first. She then pushed inside of it to make it roll on its side and climbed out with a backward roll.

The following four performed the same routine together, with only a delay of a handful of seconds. The next athlete entered the stage absolutely, completely, and fully bound. She wore cooking wire tightly secured all over her body, it wrapped around her meat every few centimeters. This included all of her body, from the neck down to her ankles, it made her tiny nipples and budding breasts stand out even more. Her legs were tied individually and together, the same as her arms, which were tied behind her back, just above her cute little ass, equally tied up. The meatgirls saw her smile despite the apple in her mouth. She had to enter the stage in little hops, which made the plastic courgette and eggplant plugging her holes wiggle with each jump.

As soon as she reached her position, the tied up gym girl performed a triple front flip that she immediately followed by a back flip. She rolled forward and jumped back to her feet, before jumping onto the balance beam. She landed on her feet and fell back on her little butt. She twisted her whole body around. She couldn’t open her legs, but she would have if she could have. She posed on her side, facing the crowd of meatgirls in her meat attire, and giving them a wink before jumping off the beam to catch a high bar. She spun on it a few time and slid down with her whole body onto a lower bar. The tied up girl turned on it and landed perfectly a little further away. She bowed and hopped off the stage.

The next gymnast stepped onto the stage with her butt facing the spectators, and gave it a loud slap before starting. She performed her whole routine while standing on her side so that her rump stayed exposed at all times, not once was it hidden as she performed. Only once she finished her whole choreography, she turned her head to smile at the meatgirls.

The next two performed two different routines but at the same time. Along the way they both completed and interacted with each other. They clapped their hands and slid on each other rump-to-rump. They launched and caught each other, to and from the bars and beams during all of their performance. They hugged as they waved to the crowd.

The athlete after them entered wearing Sydney’s pink cowboy hat and boots. She acted the most extravagantly out of the bunch, she performed her figures with very ample movements. She played with her accessories as if they were proper props. She spun her hat around her finger. As she jumped on the beam, the hat slipped from her head, she landed on her right side and caught the leather hat. She used it to cover her face and rode the beam. She lifted her legs, to show off her round bubble butt and slipped the boots off her feet, sending them high up. It gave her enough time to spin on her back several times before having the boots fall back onto her feet. She quickly reached the bar, and pouted as she balanced and wore the hat on her cute ass. She jumped and landed in a flirty pose, blowing a kiss with one leg in the air. She climbed on the rings slowly, rotating her body, she rubbed her hat along her clear, soft, skin. It brushed over their her nipples, grazed her ribs to her belly. She turned and turned, making the hat slide on her body, all while exposing her rump, pussy, and tits as much as possible. Until eventually landing in front of the crowd, pinching her hat and making a Sidney-like pose.

Another five gymnasts entered one after the other to perform flirty, energetic, and/or cheerful routines. Those looked the most “stage-show” of the lot. And finally the last two athletes stepped onto the stage together. Literally together, as they were tied firmly to each other. Their arms and legs moved freely, but ropes pressed them extremely thigh against the other, from rump to breasts, even their head were locked cheek to cheek. With exceptional moves they showed flips and spins despite their bindings, in particular on the bars and the rings, where their multiple limbs truly shined, and let them shake their asses to the spectators. They did marvels on the beam, spinning several times with each pair of limbs.

The last gym girls left the stage, but it wasn’t finished yet. A few seconds later, more and more of the performers entered the stage once again. Most either carried or were carried by their friends, still striking poses as they advanced. The group filled the space with their tricks. It quickly became apparent that their choreography aimed to imitate a kitchen working on meatgirls. Two athletes held onto each bar with their knees, like carcasses would, this included the butt girl, who was the only one turned to the other side. Their friends swayed around their bodies as they balanced back and forth. Three others were laying on the beam, holding a spit-pose while their ‘cooks’ basted them with empty brushes and carried them up to rotate them once in a while also jumping around and over them.

Behind them, four waitresses walked in a circle, and held their hands high and flat, as if to support a non-existing platter, and above them stood the Sidney-looking athlete. She waved to the crowd and used her friends’ hands as stands for her tricks, including splits and bridge. Another gymnast did a split in the center of the stage over the empty cauldron she used for her routine. She adjusted the level of her split up, and down into the cauldron repeatedly, she then turned around on its wall and caught plastic vegetables thrown by most of her friends from all around the stage.

The three bound girls jumped everywhere, doing their flips and tricks while two athletes ran after them with their own tricks until they caught them and juggled them between each other before bringing them to a fake oven.

The rest of the meats and cooks switched from time to time, both roles and methods and eventually every single one of the cute gymnasts ended up laying on their belly in front of their spectators. They each waved and all at they same time, they rolled away.

It took a few minutes for the transition, so that everyone prepared themselves and the some members of the theater group helped clear the stage of the gym mats and props. Eventually, the choir entered and the music started again. The singers swayed to the tempo, this time to a soundtrack nobody had heard before.

“As she strolled the street, a light caught her eye.
Turning and spinning was her friend on a spit.
Lightly brown, covered in herbs and smile “Oh my!”
Said at her friend, happy and rare in every bit

Her delicious form in every bite
It looked so warm, would feel so right
Inside of her she felt it rise and bloom
A heed, a need! For cook and consume

What to do?! How to fulfill this desire?!
A flier few to her, with hat, boots and bare
It filled her heart, as she knew the where.
Her mother drove her thanks to the flier.

She leaned on the door, and fell deep inside, her hopes and fantasy.
The smell, the sounds and most importantly: how the taste would be!
Chop it, cut it, rub it, baste it, toast it, roast it, grill it, sear it, serve it, slice it, taste it.
And bon appetit!

She surged with her might into the restaurant
A feast of meat and treats that were like her
She met the cooks to show where the magics were
Hop and drop, went a smiling head and she still had her want

They warned about the beat and ending line
But she had the mood, the lewd, to be nude food
The fashion of her dripping fat made everything fine
She made her choice in joy, she wanted to be barbecued

Her choice made, she wandered with the meat
Being meat is one thing, but which fate would she meet?
Spitted like her friend? Not really her fitting end
Oven or pot? That wasn’t how she planned to spend

Since she wanted to leave like the smiling Sidney her seared side,
When the chefs asked her how she wanted this to be done, she said:
‘Chop it, cut it, rub it, baste it, toast it, roast it, grill it, sear it, serve it, slice it, taste it.
And bon appetit!’”

At this moment, the tempo sped up and a dozen dancers with the twenty gymnasts jumped back onto the stage, each moving to the beat and performing a special choreography. They rubbed against each other’s naked bodies.

“They grabbed her legs, grabbed her arms as she smiled
She didn’t stop until the chop, the lop, the crop, of her top
It dropped to the basket and landed with a loud pop!
It looked cute and cut, into a lovely toy it was turned”

The performers tapped their necks in a chopping motion in-between the dance steps.

“First they slashed and gutted, to make her clean
Then with their knives they removed her skin
Nails and such went straight to the bin
Then they chopped for her meat that was lean”

They illustrated the lyrics with their own bodies for every line, first with their fingers for a gutting motion, and acted like they removed a jacket for their skin. They falsely ripped off their nails and threw them into an imaginary bin, and rubbed their ribs to show off their lean meat.

“For the salty, her hands marinated, and legs in steaks
Her belly for bacon and her rump ended on a tray
For the sweet, eyes as candy, brain for sorbet
Lips in chocolate and her nipples on a cake”

At every body part, a different quarter of the dancers displayed their own with the other three quarters lifting them. First they showed their hands backs and fronts. The next quarter swung their legs upside-down carried by their colleagues, before another quarter grabbed their belly meat. Finally everyone turned their back and slapped their asses.

On the next line a quarter pulled their eyelids, then another rested their chins on their hands with crossed-eyes. Another quarter blew kisses, some even winked. And for the last part, all of them pinched their nipples.

“A marvelous marbling sizzled on a pan, as the delicious rump takes on a hot tan
It filled the room with a smell of heaven, as the waiters with delicious food all ran
Chop me, cut me, rub me, baste me, toast me, roast me, grill me, sear me, serve me, slice me, taste me.
And enjoy your meal! Bon appetit for every meat!”

They all swayed and tilted their hips to the tempo until the very last beat, on which they struck a symmetric pose, with some doing idol poses, others looking like meatgirls, and the last being cooks highlighting the meats.