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Desperately Seeking Sidney
By
Edward Hyde


Prologue

“Who are you doing your project on?” Suzanne asked excitedly as she and her friends filed out of the classroom along with the rest of the class. “I’m going to do mine on Marie Curie!”

“I’m doing mine on Taylor Swift!” Chloe grinned. “First woman president of the United States!”

“Great choice!” Suzanne beamed. “What about you?” she turned to Jennifer. It was the last day of Spring term and the Year Six class of the exclusive girls’ preparatory school were on their way home for the Easter holiday. As homework over the two week break, they had been assigned a research project on the topic “Woman Who Changed the World” and would be expected to make a presentation on their chosen subject when they returned for the Summer term, with the promise of a prize for the best one.

“I’m doing Sidney Roebuck!” the sweet eleven year old with gently curled, light
brown hair smiled.

“Who’s that?” Chloe asked. “Sounds like a politician?”

“No!” giggled Jennifer. “Sidney Roebuck, as in Sidney’s restaurant?”

“Oooh right!” Suzanne laughed. “The girl in the cowboy hat? I thought she was just a mascot? I didn’t know they’d given her a last name!”

“They didn’t give it to her, whoever They are!” Jennifer rolled her eyes, making air-quotes around the pronoun, “She was a real person! She came up with the whole idea of making eating girls legal and her dad named the restaurant after her!”

“Not sure if she’s someone to be celebrated!” Chloe stuck out her tongue. Although legal for more than fifty years, cannibalism was still not universally accepted, although everyone did know at least one girl who had been eaten, even if they had not partaken themselves. “Pretty sure I heard my parents discussing with my grandparents that I would make a great Christmas dinner this year!”

“And don’t you think you would?” Jennifer teased. “With those tasty drumsticks of yours?” She playfully flipped up one side of her friend’s uniform skirt exposing her toned thighs at the top of her long, shapely legs. All three girls giggled together. Chloe saw her mum waiting by the car and waved to her. “Okay, gotta go!” she grinned to her friends. “Have a great holiday!”

“So would you… You know!” Suzanne giggled once their other friend was gone and the two of them were left to wait for their parents.

“I don’t know!” Jennifer admitted. “I don’t think so, not really, but loads of girls do so there must be something to it…” She looked off into the distance a little dreamily as she often did when deep in thought. “But with Sidney, well, it’s different now, isn’t it? The idea is out there! But when she was growing up it was a total taboo, something that only happened in horror movies or something for the hero in a fairy tale to escape from. What makes someone wake up one day and decide they want to be eaten? Especially when their whole culture tells them it’s a bad thing!”

“Yeah when you put it like that…” Suzanne nodded. “My Grandma told me when it all started and the first Sidney’s opened here, people thought it was just weird marketing and it wasn’t really human flesh, as she called it, being served.” Both girls giggled at the old-fashioned expression. “Lots of people thought it was just fantasy, like when people at renaissance fairs sell dragon or unicorn burgers!”

“I guess that misunderstanding didn’t last long!” Jennifer chuckled. “Not once people started going to Sidney’s and seeing the girls getting cooked!”

“Have you ever been?” Suzanne asked, curiously. Recruiters visited their school once a year and one had even come to give a talk to her Brownie pack a year or so ago and of course she had seen the adverts but she had never actually set food inside a Sidney’s restaurant.

“No.” Jennifer shook her head. “We’ve had girl-meat from the butcher a few times and when my aunt got married her husband’s little sister was spit-roasted like a hog-roast at their wedding but I’ve never been to a Sidney’s before.”

“What is it like?” Suzanne asked, her eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity. “My mum refuses to buy it! Says she doesn’t want me getting ideas!” The pair giggled again then Jennifer looked thoughtful once more, pondering her answer.

“It tastes pretty much like pork,” she gave her considered response, “but with the texture of chicken or turkey. It’s really good! I’m going to ask my parents to take me to Sidney’s over the weekend!”

“To have a meal or to be on the menu?” Suzanne giggled.

“To have a meal, of course!” Jennifer stuck her tongue out at her friend. “I thought it would be a great way to start my research!” Just then, Jennifer’s mum pulled up in the car and, after checking that someone was coming for Suzanne and that she didn’t need a ride, Jennifer kissed her friend on the cheek and got into the car.


Chapter One


“Am I dressed okay?” Jennifer’s mum asked, smoothing down the front of her dress which was pretty but nothing special and fairly far from formal.

“You look great!” her husband who was dressed in slacks and a nice shirt assured her, kissing her on the cheek. “Almost good enough to eat!” She narrowed her eyes and glared at him then gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“I think I’m a bit on the old side for that!” she retorted. “But seriously, I don’t really know what kind of place it is? I don’t want to over-do it but don’t really want to be shown up either!”

“What you’re wearing is just fine, Mummy!” Jennifer smiled sweetly, shoving a hardback notebook and a couple of pens into her purse. She was wearing the same silver dress she had worn to the school disco at Christmas, pleased to find that it still fit nicely, even if the extra inches she had gained in the last few months made it quite a bit shorter than it had been originally. She had thought about wearing tights underneath but it was too warm an evening and she really did not mind showing her legs! The style of the dress, with its thin straps and bare shoulders, meant she could not wear a bra or any other kind of top underneath but she didn’t mind that either, although the way her parents, especially her dad, seemed to make a point of avoiding looking at her chest where her cute, firm little tit buds tented the fabric amused her – it was as if their little girl becoming a woman made them very uncomfortable and if they refused to “notice”, then they would not have to acknowledge it for a little while longer!

“Seriously,” she smiled reassuringly, “it’s a place where people dress nice but not too fancy, just like, I don’t know, a Harvester or Olive Garden? That sort of place! I think they do have special black tie events sometimes but most of the time people just dress like they would to go to a friend’s birthday party.”

“Well, you’re the expert!” her mum chuckled.

“I hope to be!” grinned Jennifer.

“Oh yes, I forgot!” her dad teased, reaching out to ruffle her hair but thinking better of it, stopping himself just in time as he remembered how much time she had spent on it and how she would definitely not thank him for messing it up. “Tonight’s meal is strictly for research purposes to help with your homework!”

“Did you check the battery?” Jennifer’s mum asked her.

“Yup, and got a spare!” the sensible young girl smiled. Since this was more than just a written project and she would be required to make a presentation of it when she went back to school, Jennifer had thought it would be a good idea to have photographs and video clips she could use. While her phone would have provided this facility capably enough, she wanted everything to seem a little more professional and to be as high quality as possible so she had asked her parents if she could borrow their digital camera. In order to avoid any awkwardness, her dad had asked the Sidney’s receptionist about it at the time he made the booking and was told that as long as she did not try to access any areas off limits to the public, did not get in the way of the smooth running of the restaurant or bother other diners, keeping them out of her footage as much as possible for their own privacy, Jennifer was welcome to take photos and video while they were there. She also let them know about a history section on their website which she might find useful for her project and also the assorted books that were available in the restaurant’s gift-shop along with the other souvenirs, many of which were made from the body-parts of meat-girls. Jennifer was excited about this and had gathered together the money she’d saved from her birthday and Christmas.

“We’re a bit early, do you think that’s okay?” Jennifer’s mum asked a little uncertainly as they pulled into the Sidney’s parking lot, the car’s clock showing there was still more than half an hour before their reservation time.

“It’s fine!” her husband assured her. “It will give Jen a chance to look around, make her notes and take pictures and stuff in the lobby before we go in!” The managed to find a space quite close to the doors and, as she happily skipped up the marble-white stone steps to the rather grand glass doors, Jennifer wondered whether this was the same way girls who were going to be cooked arrived or whether there was a separate entrance for meat deliveries.

Stepping inside, Jennifer gasped. The room she found herself in was vast and far more like the lobby of a grand hotel or even the floor of somewhere like Caesar’s Palace in Vegas like she had seen in the movies then the simple reception area she had imagined. The room was rectangular, slightly longer than it was wide, but with a domed, glass ceiling giving it a cathedral-like quality as well as adding to the impression of size. In front of her was a curved desk, currently manned by a single young woman but with two computer terminals. At the back of the room was a large marble staircase which split off at the top to a balcony which ran all the way around the edge of the atrium-like room and seemed to have doorways to other room and areas beyond. On the left-hand side of the staircase were some discrete toilets and on the right was an alcove that Jennifer was fairly sure contained an elevator.

On either side of the staircase, filling the wall space between it and the large doors on either side which led out of the lobby were display cabinets filled with Sidney memorabilia and information about the girl and her campaign – these would definitely be useful for her project! On the left hand side, at the end of the row of cabinet, were a set of double doors with a larger than life cartoon Sidney leaning on the frame to one side and the word “Deliveries” marked above – this was clearly where the meat-girls would go to begin their preparation! Jennifer wondered whether the doors led straight to the kitchens or perhaps to some sort of waiting room and wondered if she would be allowed to take a look. Perhaps, she wondered, she could ask later if the staff didn’t seem to busy. The equivalent door on the right was an open archway which led into the main dining room, flanked on either side with Greco-Roman style statues of naked girls perhaps a little older than herself but with the playful touch of having meat-cuts marked on their spectacular young bodies. Crowning the arch was a gleaming golden S just like the one in the restaurant logo claimed to be modelled on Sidney’s own autograph, although Jennifer had heard that Walt Disney’s famous signature had been designed for him by a marketing team and that he was not even particularly good at signing it himself and could not help wondering how genuine Sidney’s was. Either side of this letter, marble girls aged maybe eight or nine were depicted climbing the curves of the arch and reaching out towards it.

Beside this entrance was a waving Sidney animatronic so lifelike that Jennifer assumed it at first to be a real girl hired to stand there in costume as a sort of greeter. It was only when she noticed how repetitive her movements were that she realised what she was really looking at. Behind this figure was some sort of information board which she could not read from where she stood but made a mental note to take a picture of later. The majority of the wall beyond that was taken up with an ornate fountain like one Jennifer had seen pictures of in Rome, with white marble girls of assorted ages arranged like playful nymphs around the various rocky formations and, as a centre-piece, raised on a dais at the back, was a bronze Sidney, one hand on her hip and the other touching the brim of her had in what had become dubbed “The Sidney Salute”, larger than life but not by much, just enough to make sure she stood out from the other girls. Between the fountain and the front wall with the large doors through which she had come were just two, nondescript wooden doors such as might be seen in any modern office marked “Private”. She also noticed a similar, smaller door to the right of the big glass entrance and surmised that it was how the staff and anyone else who needed access would come and go while the building was locked up and the shutters down.

The middle of the room, behind the desk but in front of the staircase, was filled with display racks and plinths in a circular formation to form the gift shop. There was no visible checkout so Jennifer assumed that customers were expected to pay at the reception counter.

“Go on!” her mum smiled, patting her gently on the backside, “Go explore! We’ll get checked in and come find you when it’s time to go in!” They approached the reception desk while the excited young girl wondered where to start, opting to explore the gift shop first. There were the usual selection of key rings, magnets pens and pencils with the Sidney’s branding on them, mostly variations of the iconic S or depictions of Sidney’s famous hat and/or boots, the kinds of thing that would be found in any theme park or museum gift shop, but there were also more expensive pieces that were far more exclusive! In a glass cabinet, Jennifer admired some beautiful jewellery, mostly necklaces and earrings, made from highly polished finger and toe bones. There were also bookmarks, wallets and woven wrist-bands made from girl-skin leather. Intrigued by these, Jennifer decided to treat herself to one of these leather bracelets which was dyed pink.

Far more shocking and exciting, however, were the preserved heads! Beautiful, smiling girls between the ages of six and sixteen, their heads and faces frozen in time while their bodies were long ago eaten and digested! She knew that these were the girls who were either butchered for their meat in the kitchen or boiled in the stew pot. There were two main types – decorative trophies to be hung on the wall, mounted on polished wooden plaques with a golden S at the bottom, and the ones that were described as “Happy Endings”, free-standing on gold-plastic bases which Jennifer knew were intended to be enjoyed in other ways! She wondered if the girls the heads had belonged to had any say in which type they ended up as or whether it came down to the whims of the taxidermist?

Although most were natural-looking, their glass eyes replicating those they had in life, there was a section with heads of both kinds that had been themed to a number of fantasy and sci-fi styles. There were girls with bright red eyes and vampire fangs, some with elongated, pointed elf ears, even some where the skin had been dyed other, unnatural colours such as green, blue or bright pink, augmented with alien-like antennae, snake-like eyes, ears of all shapes and sizes and assorted other exotic features! There were also hands of various sizes and skin-colors that could be posed into different shapes. Jennifer picked one up and played with it a little, manipulating it into the Vulcan salute. She checked the price and found it surprisingly reasonable. Deciding that the hand which was a similar size to her own and has pretty, well-manicured nails would make a nice decoration on her desk in her bedroom, she decided to take it. It seemed odd at first that something which had once been part of a living girl would be so relatively cheap to buy but then she thought about how many girls were butchered at Sidney’s every day, not to mention other independent butchers and abattoirs the company may have deals with and realised that girl hands were really not something rare or precious, barely more than a waste product which it was nice they had found a use for!

“There’s boxes for those!” a young woman in uniform whose job it was to make sure all guests in the lobby were okay and to answer any questions they might have smiled at her, coming over to check on the young shopper. She leant down and retrieved an empty box from under the display rack, metallic, glittery pink with the Sidney’s log in gold across the lid. Smiling gratefully, Jennifer curved the fingers inwards somewhat and set the hand into the padded satin lining of the box. “Are you still shopping?” the woman asked. “I can get you a basket?” Jennifer accepted this offer gratefully. “Just let me know when you’re done!” the woman smiled, handing her a white mesh shopping basket with three wire rings to keep its shape. “I can ring you up at reception!” With another smile, she left her to her shopping and Jennifer continued to explore.

One thing that had definitely been on her list of things she hoped to find was a good biography of Sidney Roebuck that could serve as a basis for her project and presentation. There had been many over the years of course, some by journalists, some by historians and some people who had known her, authorised and unauthorised, with some painting a more positive picture of her short life and world-changing campaign than others but she was hoping that what was for sale in the Sidney’s gift-shop would be accurate and definitive. There were copies of “EAT ME – The Sidney Roebuck Story” which had been published shortly after her twelfth birthday which had also been the day she got her wish. As the first proper biography of Sidney it was still considered one of the best so Jennifer added it to her basket but also found herself drawn to one called “A Taste of Sidney” by a woman named Martha who had been head of Sidney’s campaign, appointed by her billionaire father Orin Roebuck and who had gone on to oversee the marketing of the Sidney’s restaurants for the first fifteen years of their operation until she had retired. This book promised a more intimate portrait of the girl, the human behind the icon, with plenty of anecdotes and reminiscences to flesh out the facts of her biography. Martha had known Sidney probably better than anyone else in the world, especially in her last few years, and Jennifer supposed that these two books in tandem would give her a better, more rounded understanding of the famous girl.

As well as the two hardback biographies, she picked up a glossy, A4 paperback, more of a thick magazine than a book really, which reproduced every poster, billboard, magazine advert, flyer and any other print media from Sidney’s campaign with small paragraphs of commentary to give context. It also contained facsimiles of magazine articles from that time and interviews with Sidney herself that had been published. Jennifer had seen a lot of it online of course but having a physical copy was nice and would be very useful in her research!

There were hats and boots of assorted quality, from cheap fancy-dress sets through decent but clearly mass-produced pleather alternatives which probably would not last all that long but would look great for a party or other event, all the way up to expensive, authentic pieces identical to those worn by Sidney herself! These seemed fun and it struck Jennifer that she could wear them to make her presentation, or for any direct-to-camera linking pieces she filmed for the accompanying video, even if she didn’t feel confident going fully nude besides the accessories and would likely pair them with a bikini or nice leotard. She checked the price of the real, top quality items and gave a low whistle, realising that she could have afforded either the hat or the boots but certainly not both and then only if she put everything else back! The mid-range set were designed to be affordable and would certainly be good enough for her purposes! The question was, what colour to pick? In publicity material, Sidney the mascot was nearly always depicted in pink, other than for specific occasions – red with white fur trim, for example, or red, white and blue for fourth of July, but the real Sidney had worn the outfit in a wide array of colours and a simple flick through the glossy book in Jennifer’s basket would confirm! While the real pieces were available in the full range of colours and the cheap costume pieces only in pink with glued-on plastic rhinestones, the mid-range boot and hat sets she was eyeing came in pink, white or silver, all with a slightly metallic sheen.

“Need some help picking?” the young woman who had provided her with the basket asked with a cheerful grin, having completed her rounds of the lobby and returned to check on the young shopper. Jennifer had put down her basket and was trying on the pink and white hats in front of the provided mirror, switching between them and frowning a little.

“Yeah!” she admitted. “Which do you think?”

“Well…” the helpful young woman stood behind her, taking both the hats from her and hovering each over her head in turn, switching back and forth between the two and looking thoughtful. “The white, I think!” She declared after thirty seconds or so, setting the white Stetson down on her head. “Suits your colouring best!” Looking in the mirror, Jennifer realised that she was right. The whiteness of the hat provided a nice contrast to her brown hair and golden-brown tan. She beamed gratefully at the young woman. “So,” the assistant asked, glancing down at her basket, “guess you’re quite a fan of Sidney?” Excitedly, Jennifer explained about her project and how she and her parents were there not only to enjoy a delicious meal but to help with her research. “Wow! That sounds awesome!” the young woman gushed. “Hey, if you don’t mind waiting a minute, I think I have something for you!”

Promising not to wander off while the assistant was gone, Jennifer wondered excitedly what she would come back with! While she waited, she browsed the rest of the shelves, looking at the dolls, ornaments, colouring books and other assorted souvenirs, exchanging polite smiles with other customers who passed through including a young couple clearly on a date who giggled together at the hands and heads which were clearly meant for intimate purposes. She did not have to wait long before the young woman returned with her hands behind her back and an excited grin on her face.

“Okay, so,” she began, “every so often we have these promos where every visitor or group gets a free gift of some sort, usually around Sidney’s birthday, and there’s always a few left over each time so we keep them in the back and give them out if local schools or charities ask us for raffle prizes or if we think someone would especially enjoy them and, since you’re doing a project all about Sidney, I think you definitely need these!” She produced the items from behind her back with a flourish and handed them to Jennifer who took them with curious gratitude.

The items in question were a slim, yellow-covered book and a double CD in a folded cardboard case. Both had the cheap feel of something that came free with a newspaper or in a promotional pack of some food or drink but it was the content that was important and the sentiment behind them. Jennifer felt very touched that this young woman would want to help her project and had gone to the trouble of fetching these intriguing bonuses for her. The book, she realised with delight, was a facsimile of the famous book of cannibal jokes, originally published in the 1970s and containing a mixture of written jokes and crudely drawn cartoons, which Sidney had credited in many interviews with inspiring her campaign. The introduction and forward added to this edition explained that it was republished to celebrate what would have been Sidney’s sixtieth birthday. Jennifer had been hoping to gain some insight into Sidney’s mind, to gain a deeper understanding of her thought process and what drove her towards her goal and this book would certainly help with that! Thanking the young woman profusely, she then turned her attention to the CD. This had apparently been a promo to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the opening of the first Sidney’s. While physical CDs, like their DVD counterparts, weren’t very popular any more, Jennifer knew there were still people who liked to collect them and they made for good promotional freebies.

The front cover showed a Sidney lookalike, although clearly not the girl herself, from the waist up in the foreground on the left hand side, performing the “Sidney salute”. A line of other girls in Sidney costume trailed away behind her. Jennifer opened the double CD out and saw that this motif continued on the back and that the girl was in fact in the middle of a V-shaped formation of Sidney’s dancers, the young girls who performed naked or in next to nothing on the stage in the restaurant to help the diners build up an appetite for girl-meat! Being a member of one of these troupes was quite prestigious and, although a lot of the girls ended up wanting to end their careers on the spit or in the oven, those who did not often went on to great things once they aged out! A lot of professional dancers and choreographers and even singers had started out as Sidney’s dancers! The back cover advertised a bonus gift – “FREE DIGITAL DOWNLOAD” it announced. “Kinky Boots – Behind the Scenes! Includes Full Music Video!” Below this was a website address and a silver strip which could be scratched off to reveal a unique code underneath. Jennifer was familiar with the cover version of the 1960s novelty song which had formed part of Sidney’s campaign and she looked forward to learning more about it!

The inside showed the track listings, superimposed over a picture of the dancers from behind this time, their arms around each other’s shoulders. Each disc contained twenty tracks that were what Jennifer supposed to be the most popular of the licensed songs, covers and specially arranged medleys the different troupes across Britain and America danced to. A quick glance showed that they followed a vaguely seasonal pattern with music specific to springtime, Summer, Halloween and Christmas in that order interspersed with more generic tracks that would work at any time. Seeing the Sidney’s dancers perform was something she was really looking forward to and she hoped she would be allowed to film.

“Thank you so much!” Jennifer enthused again. “This is so kind of you and will definitely help my project!”

“My absolute pleasure!” the helpful young woman replied with genuine sincerity. “Are you done shopping? I can get you rung up if you’re ready?”

“Yes, please!” Jennifer nodded, following the young woman to the counter where her parents were waiting and hoping she still had enough time to explore the exhibition. What she had taken as a second reception computer was actually a till and soon all her purchases had been rung in.

“Would you like to leave them here while you eat?” the young woman asked as she packed Jennifer’s haul, including the freebies, into sturdy pink paper bags with golden string handles. “You can collect them afterwards.” Jennifer glanced at her parents who nodded, agreeing that it was a good idea, and confirmed to her new friend. “Right! Will that be cash or card?” the young woman smiled. Jennifer took out her wad of cash and paid proudly, putting the diminished remnants back in her purse. The young woman pressed a couple of buttons on the till and three receipt slips printed out. She handed one to Jennifer and took the other two, one with “1 of 2” and the other with “2 of 2” in bold font at the top and stapled them around the handles of the shopping bags.

“Oh great, you’re here!” a young man in the same polo shirt uniform as the women came out of the dining area and made a beeline for Jennifer and her family.

“Oh! Is our table ready?” the young girl asked. “I thought we had another ten minutes or so?”

“Well not quite!” the young man grinned, clasping his hands together in excitement, “But we put a fresh batch of girl on at the carvery just before you arrived and a little bird might have told them about your project and they said it’s fine if you want to film them cooking! But also,” his grin broadened, “we’ve just shut the carvery ready for the dancers so you have about five minutes if you want to go talk to the young lady in the pot? She’s happy to do a little interview for your project if you want?”

“Oh wow, really!” Jennifer exclaimed. “Can I Mummy? Daddy?”

“Go on!” her dad chuckled. “Have fun and we’ll see you at the table in a bit!”

“Care to accompany me, m’lady?” the young man held out his elbow and, giggling, Jennifer took it and allowed him to escort her past the waving animatronic and through the ornate arch into the dining room.

If she had been impressed by the lobby, the main dining room was something else entirely! The ornate walls with the Greco-Roman alcoves were the same white as the lobby with the carpet and seat cushions a deep pink. The frames of the chairs and any railings were polished brass so shiny it looked like gold. Some of the empty alcoves had mirrored backs which Jennifer took to suggest they could actually be windows through which wealthy diners in the exclusive private dining rooms could watch the dancers and the girls in the public cooking area without being seen by the general public below. Some of the other alcoves were empty but in some stood living girls, painted white like marble statues and either completely naked or draped with strips of white chiffon.

As soon as she saw what was on the other side of the wall from the fountain, Jennifer felt incredibly foolish for not having guessed! It was one of the most photographed parts of the restaurant after all, especially popular among the younger guests with plenty of little girls wanting to be photographed in front of it! It was the mermaid lagoon, a beautiful pool which presumably shared the same water as the fountain, about a meter and a half deep with a glass front so allow diners to see under the water and an artificial rock formation rising up the middle at the back, where the bronze Sidney statue was in the lobby. It was not the pool itself, however, that was the main attraction but rather the four beautiful mermaids who occupied it – toned, athletic young girls, aged approximately ten to thirteen, wearing artificial mermaid tails which left their lovely rumps and vulvae exposed, with long, flowing wigs in colours which matched their tails. They swam about in the water or lounged on the rocks and generally showed off to the diners, chatting happily with some of the younger girls who took them for the real thing!

Dominating the centre of the room was another bronze Sidney statue but this one was twenty feet tall or more and slowly rotating on its plinth. She was posed with one hand on her hip and the other holding a platter on which a life-size version of herself was portrayed as a roast piggy, complete with apple in her mouth but still wearing her trademark hat and boots! Around the bottom of the statue, at the edge of the rotating plinth serving the dual role of ornamentation and a fence to keep the diners away from the mechanism, stood a circle of life-size naked bronze girls of different ages and body-types but none coming past the larger figure’s knees, their arms around each other’s waists and looking up in awe at their hero Sidney.

At the back of the room were doors which led to the kitchen and at the front was a large polished wooden stage, the wall behind which with it’s two discrete doors which blended almost perfectly with it was a giant projection screen, currently showing a stone archway which matched the rest of the décor with a beautiful meadow beyond it complete with pools, clusters of trees and rolling hills in the distance. In this meadow, a number of naked young girls were playing happily, chasing each other, gazing into the pools or relaxing in the sun. Quite casually and without any real hint of organisation, they all wandered out of shot within maybe fifteen seconds of each other and the meadow remained empty for about five seconds until two of them wandered back into view, holding hands and chatting, with others gradually making their way into frame. Jennifer recognised this as the point where the recording ended and restarted seamlessly, allowing it to appear continuous, running for as long as it needed. She was vaguely wondering how long the loop might be, whether there was more than one and how long ago it was filmed, realising it was quite possible that the naked young girls frolicking in the idyllic meadow might be grown up by now, or even long eaten, but thoughts were brought immediately back to her surroundings when her eyes fell upon the public cooking area!

A large oven with a glass front through which she could see the meaty rump of a still-squirming girl formed the centrepiece with the spit-roasting pit to the right and a large stew pot to the left. Between the cooking area and the stage was the carving area where two half-stripped carcasses of what had been, as much as Jennifer could tell, girls in their early teens were being kept warm under the lights ready for service to be resumed as soon as the performance was over and beside it the buffet of vegetables, potato and other sides for diners to help themselves to. The spit was occupied, of course, with an older pre-teen who was desperately humping her spit as she turned but it was the girl in the pot she had come to see! Looking just as if she was sitting in a small hot-tub, the cute girl with bobbed hair so pale blonde it was almost white waved at her enthusiastically.

“I’ll leave you ladies to it!” the young man grinned. “Just remember, you only have a few minutes before the dance performance starts!” Jennifer thanked him and ducked under the rope which he held up for her, scurrying over to the pot to speak to its occupant, pulling the digital camera out of her purse as she went.

“Hi!” she smiled at the girl in the pot as she got close. “Do you mind if I film?” It felt a little odd to be starting a conversation with someone who was essentially already food but this girl was definitely doing her a favour and manners, as the saying goes, cost nothing!

“Go right ahead!” the girl beamed. Jennifer switched the camera to video, framed her shot nicely and pressed the button to start recording.

“Okay, we’re rolling!” she announced. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me today!”

“That’s okay!” the girl giggled impishly. “It’s not as if I’m busy! Just sat here stewing in my own juices! Plus whoever else’s are in here!” she poked at a piece of meat from one of the pots previous occupants that bobbed past her. Jennifer couldn’t help but giggle at the meat-girl’s playful attitude and wondered if she was using humour to distract from the pain of boiling alive or whether that was simply how she always was!

“Would you like to introduce yourself?” Jennifer invited.

“Of course!” The girl grinned straight at the camera. “My name is Hallie. My friends call me Squishy, although I can’t imagine why!” she giggled, pushing her pleasingly round, apple-sized young boobies with their puffy pink nipples together then giving them a playful honk. “I’ll be your stew for this evening!”

“Those are certainly some nice dumplings you’ve got there!” Jennifer giggled.

“Thanks! I grew them myself!” Hallie teased. “My Uncle Ed says they make great stress-balls!”

“I bet he does!” laughed Jennifer behind the camera. “Hope he’s not going to miss them too much?”

“Nah my friend Jess from next door has promised to make sure he’s well looked after!” Hallie grinned. “Plus he gets to enjoy a couple of bowls of Squishy Stew which should make up for the loss!”

“Can I ask how old you are?” Jennifer asked, remembering that this was supposed to be an interview.

“Sure thing!” Hallie smiled. “I’m twelve, thirteen next month! Well, I won’t be!” she caught herself and giggled. “But you know what I mean!” Jennifer grinned, finding she liked Hallie a lot and wishing they could have met earlier so they could have been friends, even if the cheerfully stewing girl was a little older than her.

“What made you decide to volunteer?” she asked, thinking that understanding the thought-process of a modern meat-girl could potentially give her some insight into Sidney’s own motivations, even if their cultural backgrounds were necessarily vastly different. Although her face was already pink and flushed from sitting in the steaming soup which was hotter than any bath, Hallie seemed to blush.

“Well…” she giggled infectiously, her cute pre-teen tits bouncing as she did, “It was kind of a dare but I guess you could say I brought it on myself?”

“Go on!” Jennifer urged, intrigued, holding the camera steady as she listened.

“Well, you see Madison over there?” she pointed and Jennifer panned her camera to show the girl on the spit who was dripping with a mixture of sweat and oil, urgently humping her spit as she turned over the artificial coals. She kept the camera on the roasting girl as Hallie continued her explanation. “Well, she was with me and Poppy on the beach last weekend and we were teasing her that with a body like that, she pretty much had a duty to volunteer! I mean come on,” she giggled, “look at that ass and those thighs!” There was no denying that the spitted girl looked absolutely delicious, athletic and toned but with a thick figure that could almost be described as stocky but no less feminine for it. If any girl could be described as a perfect roaster it was Madison and her round rump and thick, muscular thighs were nothing short of spectacular! “Wouldn’t it be a crime against deliciousness not to roast that body?”

“Can’t argue with that!” Jennifer chuckled.

“So anyway,” Hallie continued as Jennifer slowly panned the camera back to her interviewee, “we kept teasing her and when we saw a recruiter’s stand on the beach we really started pushing and in the end she said she would if we could, so what could we really say at that point?” She giggled again.

“So I take it Poppy is…” Jennifer turned her camera to the oven and zoomed in on the squirming rump and feet which were the only parts of its occupant visible through the glass door.

“Yup! That’s her in the oven with a carrot up her butt!” Hallie grinned as Jennifer turned the camera back to her.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” she ventured apologetically, “but pretty much everyone considers the spit the starring role! How did you decide who went where?”

“Well we pretty much had to let Madison have the spit!” Hallie chuckled. “And honestly, the pot was best for me!”

“Why’s that?” Jennifer asked, hoping she wasn’t prying. “If you don’t mind saying?”

“Oh, not at all!” Hallie assured her. “Basically, I’m a wheelchair user. I can walk a bit but I tend to look like I’ve had a few too many and it gets really painful if I stand too long! Honestly,” she grinned, “this hot bath feels so nice! I honestly recommend it to anyone with chronic hip pain!” Both girls giggled together. “Anyway, my legs are not exactly toned and kinda spindly so I’m not really suitable for roasting. Plus this way,” she enthused, “I get to meet and chat to the people who are going to enjoy me!”

“Well I’m certainly looking forward to a taste later!” Jennifer grinned. Out of shot, the young man signalled to her to wrap the interview up. Clearly their time was nearly done. “Thank you so much for talking to me today and I hope you enjoy the rest of your cooking!” Jennifer thanked her new friend. “Do you have any last words for the folks at home?”

“Umm…” Hallie thought for a moment then grinned. “Stay delicious and bon appetite!” Jennifer pressed the button and the recording faded out.

“Thanks so much!” she beamed at Hallie. “This really meant a lot!”

“No problem at all!” Hallie grinned. “Enjoy the show and enjoy your dinner afterwards! Hopefully I’ll still be here to serve you a bowl of delicious girl stew!”

Chapter Two


As the assistant closed off the rope behind her and the lights in the restaurant dimmed, ready for the dance performance to start, Jennifer looked around for her parents. She spotted them quite quickly at a small table, suitable for two to four people, towards the back of the dining area but to her surprise they were grinning and urgently pointing towards the stage as if trying to tell her something. She turned and looked where they were pointing and saw a friendly-looking older couple sat right at the front, waving and beckoning to her. She glanced back at her parents who both gave her double thumbs-up, showing that they were happy for her to go to this other couple so she made her way over.

“Hi there, honey!” the woman who looked about sixty years old with the kind of faded elegance that suggested she might have once been a famous actress or singer greeted her. “We saw you filming and got talking to your mum and dad who told us all about your project! Please!” she patted the pink-cushioned chair between her and her husband. “Best seat in the house!”

“Wow, really? Thank you!” Jennifer gushed, noticing the emptied plates ready to be cleared on the table. The couple smiled at her from either side.

“We come every Saturday to watch our granddaughter!” the man explained proudly. “Oh! They’re starting!” The gentle background music playing in the dining room that Jennifer had not even noticed until it disappeared was faded out and the lights dimmed even further. A bright light like a supernova appeared in the middle of the idyllic meadow projection, growing brighter until it filled the screen. When it subsided, the image had been replaced by an abstract black and white pattern. Realising that the loud music would come out very distorted anyway and that the bright lights would make filming difficult, Jennifer switched the camera to capture still images, selecting the “Action Shot” mode. That way, she would be able to capture a sample of the dancers for her project but still be able to enjoy their performance without watching it through a viewfinder.

As a few seconds of upbeat filler music played, the sixteen young dancers filed out onto the stage, eight out of each door, and formed themselves into two lines with their backs to the audience. They were all dressed in Sidney costumes, half in pink and half in white. As she took the opportunity to snap a few pictures before they started moving, Jennifer was impressed to notice that none of them showed any sign of tan lines and wondered if they really did sunbathe totally nude or whether the effect was achieved with spray-tan, concluding that the truth was probably a mixture of the two options.

“Which one is your granddaughter?” she whispered to the woman behind her as the proper music started and the girls started shaking their delectable rumps in time to the beat. The song was an old Italian novelty song remixed with a techno beat which Jennifer recognised as having been used in an old comedy movie about nerdy teenage boys on holiday that she had seen some of with her parents on TV once.

“Second from the end, front row!” the woman beamed proudly, pointing out a tall blonde about Jennifer’s own age wearing pink Sidney attire. The song switched to a more tuneful park and the dancers turned around to face the audience, dancing in something close to hula style with plenty of shoulder and hip rolls, the front and back rows switching places as the black and white patterns swirled behind them before the techno beat dropped in again and the girls resumed wiggling their backsides at the audience.

“She’s very pretty!” Jennifer smiled between taking snaps.

“Thank you!” the woman whispered happily. “We’re ever so proud of her! Just like we were her sisters!”

“We used to come and watch her mum and her aunts too, back when they were her age!” her husband explained with obvious pride. The girls on stage continued to wiggle and grind, now with their hands on the backs of their heads, constantly and seamlessly rearranging themselves and moving around the stage so that the audience, wherever they were sat, got to enjoy their lovely bodies from all angles and every girl got their chance to shine.

“They always start in this outfit,” the woman explained in a friendly whisper before Jennifer could ask any follow-up questions about their family, “then they do a couple of more themed ones!” Jennifer enjoyed the rest of the dance and took several more pictures before the song came to an end then joined in the enthusiastic applause with the rest of the audience as the filler music took over again and the girls scampered off stage to change.

“Did your other granddaughters get too old for the dance group?” Jennifer asked curiously as spotlights danced around the empty stage in time to the filler music, the screen at the back showing colourful, psychedelic patterns.

“Oh goodness me, no!” the lady chuckled. “Sarah was actually the middle sister but Jessica opted to be Star of the Show last Summer,” Jennifer had heard this term before – it meant that a member of the dance troupe would be given a featured role in the day’s performances, usually with either costume, choreography or both designed to make them stand out from the others, and at the end of the night’s final performance would go straight to the public cooking area where they would become one of the carvery girls, most commonly the spit-roaster, “and we had little Sophie for Christmas dinner! Such a cute little turkey she was, giggling all the way into the oven, her belly full of stuffing making it look like she was having a baby!”

“Oh I see!” Jennifer grinned. “And her aunts? Did they go the same way?”

“That’s right!” the lady grinned. “And my sisters! We were part of the one of the very first groups when Sidney’s opened! Oh, not this one,” she clarified, “but the one near where we lived back then! I was a bit jealous of them at the time,” she sighed nostalgically, “but as our mum said, someone has to stick around to make more meat-girls!” She grinned at Jennifer.

“And what about Sarah?” Jennifer asked, biting her lower lip as exciting and thrilling thoughts flooded her imagination. “Will she...stick around?”

“Well…” the lady chuckled. “Her mum’s pregnant again and thinks it’s twins this time so who knows? Ooh look!” she sat up and looked towards the stage where the small doors had opened again. “I think the next song’s about to start!”

The next song began with a grinding beat as the girls came back out, forming a single line following the semicircular edge of the stage. This time they were dressed with scarves around their waists in red and green, so thin they left nothing to the imagination what so ever, trimmed with thin gold coins which caught the light very prettily and rattled together as they moved, almost like bells. They wore bangles of similar coins around their wrists and ankles. This dance was a belly dance with a lot of grinding, hip thrusting and general gyration. The song was a mix of reggae, bhangra and pop performed by a man with a very gravelly voice. It was far more overtly erotic than the first dance and had a very infectious beat which Jennifer found herself moving her shoulders to. A glance to her right confirmed that the grandmother she sat beside was doing the same, the smile on her face showing she was remembering her own days in the troupe and probably imagining herself up on the stage with the girls.

At first, Jennifer thought the screen at the back was showing live images of the girls with special emphasis on their rumps, overlaid by significant words from the song including it’s five-syllable title but she quickly realised that this would require people with cameras moving around the stage behind them which there clearly were not so it had to be pre-recorded. The combination of the music itself and the way the girls were moving made Jennifer feel quite tingly and she was sure that no man in the audience could possibly be watching without an erection. As she snapped her pictures for her project, she wondered if the backing video had leaked to the public or whether it might be possible to get a copy some other way to use in her presentation.

By the end of the dance, Jennifer was feeling a little flustered and hot under the collar and could not help wondering what it was like for the kindly gentleman on her left watching his granddaughter like that! The applause, cheers and whistles were louder this time as the song came to an end and the girls quickly evacuated the stage.

“We used to do that one!” the lady to her right grinned. “It’s funny to see which of the old classics stick around while others drop out of popularity. Of course some seem to get retired then brought back years later! I guess it depends on the personal taste of the choreographers as they have access to pretty much all the archive of tracks and there must be hundreds of videos out there, from the restaurants and the showcases!” Jennifer was about to ask what a showcase was but already the girls were coming back on stage for their third and final dance of the set.

This time the screen at the back showed a very stylised animated jungle, complete with curious purple monkeys, green and red parrots and the occasional lion sticking their head through the undergrowth. It reminded Jennifer a lot of the “George of the Jungle” cartoon. For this routine, the dancers wore nothing but long, shaggy wigs in a variety of neon shades including yellow, green, pink and orange and necklaces made from small plastic bones and lion teeth. The bones each girl brandished in the hands, however, were very real – human femurs bleached and polished! They were clearly from girls who had ended up on the menu at Sidney’s and Jennifer could not help wonder how long they tended to last before needing to be replaced and how many of them had belonged to former members of the dance troupe! Did all the girls on stage know whose bones they were holding up in the air, crossed above their heads and they waited for the song to start or were they all kept in a pile ready to be grabbed with nothing more than pot luck influencing who got which bones?

The song started with a shouted demand for some magic words, followed by the answer in a booming, resonant voice. Jennifer recognised the song immediately and once again took advantage of the relative stillness of the girls to snap some pictures. The actual song started and the girls began their energetic dance, using the bones as props like a cross between majorettes and morris dancers! This was an upbeat, bouncy song which led itself to the kid of energetic goofiness typical of the Sidney’s dancers, quite removed from the deeply erotic gyration of the middle song. The song ended and the girls waved their bones playfully at the audience before vacating the stage. As the doors closed, the stone archway moved in from the sides and top around the cartoon jungle which then faded to black. As the lights in the restaurant came back up and the normal business of ordering, serving and eating was resumed, the loop of the naked girls in the idyllic meadow began to play once more on the screen.

“Hey! Nice to see you again!” Hallie grinned as Jennifer and her parents reached her serving station. She was looking very pink now all over, so pink in fact that it was hard to differentiate her puffy, pale nipples from the rest of her cute little tits but she still seemed to be enjoying herself as much as ever.

“You too!” Jennifer beamed as her friend filled her bowl. “I wasn’t sure if you’d still be...you know, here!”

“Probably got about another half an hour to go!” Hallie mused cheerfully. “So by the time you’re ready for seconds, we’ll be ready to serve!” She grinned at Jennifer while politely filling her parents’ bowls. “Watch out for when they put the new girls on!” she suggested. “That should make some great footage for your project!”

“Ooh yes, good idea!” Jennifer thanked her. “Well, enjoy your bath!” Hallie giggled and waved as the family made their way to the main carvery where there was still some very juicy cuts of meat to be had from both the roast girls. Jennifer opted for a couple of slices of thigh from both. It was not the first time she had eaten Girl of course but it was her first time at Sidney’s and she wanted to sample all the cooking methods on offer. After loading up their plates with vegetables and other sides, they returned to their table and began to tuck in happily.

About fifteen minutes into their meal, they were approached by a tall, blonde girl of around Jennifer’s own age, dressed in a baggy, hooded pink sweatshirt with a big gold S on the front, black sweatpants and a pair of pink crocs. Although she was dressed so casually, her makeup was heavy and over the top. In one hand she held her phone and in the other she carried a small plate of salad with some strips of girl-meat laid across the top.

“Room for a little one?” she asked with a grin. At first Jennifer was puzzled but then she realised who the girl was.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “You’re Sarah from the dance troupe! Yeah, sure!” She pulled out the spare chair next to her. “Please, join us! Mummy, Daddy,” she turned to her parents, “this is Sarah. She’s one of the dancers. The nice couple who let me sit with them are her grandparents!”

“I see!” Jennifer’s mum smiled warmly. “Well it’s very nice to meet you!”

“Yes,” her dad smiled and Jennifer couldn’t help but giggle a little as she noticed how he was blushing, suddenly finding himself in conversation with a girl he had enjoyed watching dance stark naked up on the stage not half an hour earlier, “you’re most welcome to join us!” His eyes darted around as he searched for a topic of conversation that wasn’t directly linked to her dance performance, eventually falling on her plate. “That seems quite a light meal, considering all the energy you put into your dancing?” he smiled politely.

“Oh this is just a snack!” Sarah grinned as, in the absence of extra cutlery on this table set for three, she picked up one of the strips of girl-meat. “’scuse fingers by the way!” She took a bite. “Got to keep my energy up but don’t want to be too full up on stage! I’ve seen girls make that mistake before. It wasn’t pretty!” She pulled a very clear you-don’t-want-to-know face! “I’ll have a proper plate after the last show!” She licked her fingers, winking at Jennifer’s dad teasingly as she did so, making him blush even deeper and his daughter giggle even more, then turned to Jennifer. “Anyway,” she smiled, “Nana told me all about your project and said I should come over and see you. I can’t stick around too long now,” she explained apologetically, “but thought I could get your number then you can ask me questions if you need to and I know Nana has some stuff from when she and her sisters were in the troupe that she wants me to scan and send to you. Sound good?”

“Ooh yes please!” Jennifer beamed gratefully then rattled off her number to Sarah who put it into her phone then sent a message so Jennifer would have her number too.

“Awesome!” Sarah pulled one of the strips apart in the middle and wrapped one half in a lettuce leaf. “So,” she asked, taking a bite, “what made you want to write about Sidney?” As they all enjoyed the delicious food together, Jennifer explained about her project and why she thought that Sidney was the woman who had done most in recent history to change the world. Sarah offered some of her own insights too, having grown up in a family that had fully embraced Sidney’s dream and world-view from the beginning, despite it still not being without controversy.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said a polite young male server who approached the table after a little while, “but the next batch of girls are about to be put on to cook and they perfectly willing to be filmed! Take your plate too,” he suggested with a grin, “and you can be front of the queue when the carvery reopens with the fresh roasts!”

“Oh shoot!” Sarah exclaimed, looking at her phone as Jennifer stood and took out her camera, “I was supposed to be at a rehearsal five minutes ago! Oh well!” she grinned. “What are they gonna do? Make me do it in my underpants as punishment? Well joke’s on them!” she giggled, pulling down the side of her sweatpants to prove she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, not that Jennifer or anyone else had been expecting her to. “Message me, yeah?” Jennifer nodded enthusiastically. “Enjoy the rest of your dinner and enjoy the show!” She scurried off towards the lobby from which there was presumably another way to access the rehearsal space without going via the stage.

“Don’t worry, honey.” Jennifer’s mum smiled reassuringly as her daughter tried to work out how to carry her plate, bowl and camera while still giving herself enough freedom to film. “You go get your footage, we’ll bring your plate!” Gratefully, Jennifer set the crockery back down and swiftly made her way to the cooking area while her parents ordered some more drinks from the young man who had come over to alert her.

The carvery area was closed for the changeover but the attendant assigned to watched the small crowd who gathered to watch spotted Jennifer, having been told to look out for her, and beckoned her forward, inviting her to stand with her just inside the rope where she could get some good shots for her her project. She warned her in a friendly tone not to get in the way which Jennifer happily agreed to as she took in the scene. Three excited girls who looked as if they ranged in age from ten to about fourteen were waiting to begin cooking but first their predecessors needed to be moved. A two-tiered metal trolley very much like the ones Jennifer had seen used in hotels on TV for room service but at least twice as long so that it was more or less the size of a hospital gurney was wheeled in by two members of the kitchen staff, one man and one woman, who wore black polo-shirts like the servers’ and other public-facing assistants’ pink ones.

Hallie was slumped over the back of the pot, her head and one arm hanging over the side and her chest, with her cute little boobies pointing proudly upwards, was not moving. Flipping out the viewfinder screen on the side of her camera, Jennifer switched it on and did her best to hold it steady as she watched the kitchen workers carefully lift the remains of the carcasses from the carvery, first the spit-roaster who was now just a mostly skeletal torso, the remains of her legs laying separately beside her, and then the oven piggy, and place them on the under-side of the trolley, ready to be taken into the kitchen so the last of their meat could be stripped for use in salads or in gravy and their bones could be boiled for soup or stock.

Once the remains of the roasts were on the trolley, the two assistants picked up two sturdy metal hooks and slipped them under Hallie’s arms, using them to lift her lifeless body out of the boiling stew. It was true her legs were thinner than might otherwise have been expected for a girl of her build and her rump, while still round and cute, was perhaps doughier than those of the roasters and the waiting girls, but she was still going to provide a lot of wonderful meat for the stew once her flesh was stripped from her bones and cubed. Carefully, they laid her on the top part of the trolley then wheeled her out to the kitchen.

The three waiting meat-girls stepped forward, the two roasters stepping up onto small plinths and all gave teasing little twirls for the audience to show off their meat from all angles. By Jennifer’s reckoning, the spit-roaster was the youngest of the three, looking about ten years old, with a body really not too different from her own, with thick, quite muscular thighs and a firm, round rump, solid, toned and meaty in all the right places. The only real difference between this girl’s body and her own, other than the fact that she was a little taller, was was this girl was completely flat-chested other than her perky, pink nipples while Jennifer was rather proud of the way her budding chest pushed out the front of her dress and she liked the way boys and some men had started to notice when she wore tight tops! The girl on the first plinth, being oiled up by the assistant ready for spitting, had long, slightly curly, dirty-blonde hair which was currently in a ponytail but would likely be clipped up in a bun when it was time for her to go over the coals. She certainly had a great body for roasting although, Jennifer thought, she would have been just as good butchered like Sidney herself!

Next was the oven-roaster who was also having her lovely olive skin oiled. This girl, Jennifer estimated, was around twelve years old, or maybe a mature eleven. She was chubbier than her spit-bound friend, with a round belly and a little extra padding around her rump and thighs. She had a pretty, round face with big, dark eyes and cute tits that were as much puppy-fat as actual breast meat. Her hair, so dark brown it was almost black, was long and straight, hanging over her shoulder and covering her lift nipple as the assistant assigned to her oiled her back.

The girl watching eagerly as the assistant tested the temperature of the stew to see if it had cooled enough for her to get in yet was the oldest of the three at about fourteen years old. She was tall and willowy with long legs and very firm, nicely-developed breasts but there was no denying that she was thin, with her ribs, spine and hip-bones quite visible. Although this seemed to be a natural slimness rather than a sign of any illness and she was far from unattractive, her body the kind that many girls and women strived for having been indoctrinated by the fashion industry that it was the ideal of female beauty, there really was not a whole lot of meat on her and the stew pot seemed the only logical place to make her presumed dream come true! Her hair was a very light blonde, shorter than the younger girls’ and already clipped up as if she was ready for a bath.

The young woman in the polo-shirt checked the thermometer and seemed satisfied, nodding at the excited girl with a smile. She then pulled a set of metal steps on wheels up to the side of the pot and pushed the brake on with her foot so that they would stay in place. Holding the assistant’s hand for stability, the sweet-faced teen climbed the steps, swung first one long leg into the stew then the other, wincing a little as she did so but not letting her smile drop then lowered herself in and got comfy, her perky young tits a little higher above the steaming surface than Hallie’s had been. They were so nice and tasty-looking that Jennifer couldn’t help wondering if, once this girl was taken out to be cut up, the chef would keep them back to be served as part of another dish. As she was pondering this, another assistant came out from the kitchen with a large metal container filled with chunks of pink, partially-cooked meat which he poured in around the sitting girl. Jennifer knew that this must be the remains of sweet Hallie’s body and wondered if her cute head would be for sale in the gift shop in a day or two.

A little frustratingly from a cinematography point of view, it seemed that both roasters would be prepped and put on to cook at the same time. Jennifer wondered about trying to keep both in shot but she knew that would make for less interesting viewing so she decided to move the camera back and forth between them. A fresh roasting pan was set on the rollers in front of the oven door which, Jennifer noted, opened from the top rather than one side or the other. The well-oiled oven-roaster carefully sat down in it then lay on her back with her knees bent and legs parted, chatting happily to the assistant who was filling a large piping bag with stuffing. Meanwhile, the spitting frame was rolled forward, it its upright position for the time being, and the spit-roaster left her plinth and climbed up onto it, spreading her feet and hands to the corners so that they could be strapped in. The assistant adjusted the height of the footrests a little so it would bend in the right place then buckled the tight straps. He then had her tilt her head back and fitting a cushioned cup under her chin to make sure the spit had a nice straight path to follow.

Although she couldn’t make out the exact words they exchanged, it was clear that the assistant with the piping bag was asking the oven-roaster if she was ready as the girl smiled, nodded and lay back, lifting her hips with her hands under her rump to present her lovely plump pussy for stuffing. Jennifer zoomed in as the assistant slid the long, oiled, metal nozzle of the piping bag up inside the girl and began to squeeze. As the stuffing filled her uterus, the lower part of her belly began to visible swell. When the bag was empty, the assistant gently and carefully slid it out, advising the rather bloated young girl to squeeze her pelvic muscles together lest the stuffing start leaking out. Putting down the emptied bag for a moment, the assistant took a small, peeled onion and pushed it between the stuffed girl’s meaty lips, plugging the hole. She she refilled the bag, another assistant helped the girl get onto her knees to present her other hole for stuffing and Jennifer turned the camera to the spitting area where the young man was gently lowering the top half of the frame so that the girl strapped to it was bent at the waist, her well-oiled spit-hole exposed and inviting.

She kept the camera trained on the younger girl as the assistant took the clean, greased spit and inserted the business-end into her tight opening. Her eyes went a little wide as the spike worked its way in, stretching her as it went until she was experiencing its full girth. Only when the tip reached her cervix and began forcing its way through did she begin to moan, gasping and groaning in a way which which was just as indicative of pleasure as pain, much to the delight of her audience. A look of surprise and a cute yelp showed that the spit had passed the point of no return and Jennifer turned back to the other girl in time to see the piping bag being carefully drawn out from between her rump cheeks and a rather large scrubbed carrot being pushed in to make sure everything stayed put. Her hair was carefully gathered up on top of her head in a messy bun and pinned in place. Aluminium cable ties were then used to fix her ankles and wrists together and, as a final touch, a cored apple was put in her mouth then the piggy was slid into the oven.

With the oven-roaster now happily cooking, Jennifer turned her attention and the camera back to the spit-roaster. The young girl moaned and squirmed as the thick steel rod was forced deeper and deeper into her delicious young body. There was something so thrilling, Jennifer reflected, about this in-between stage. The girl was not yet fully spitted, not yet cooking, and yet the spit was so far inside her that irreparable damage had already been done. If it was pulled out now, there was no way she could live more than an hour or so. “Dead girl squirming!” Jennifer thought to herself and couldn’t help a little giggle. To assist with the last foot or so, a young woman assistant came and stood in front of the girl, talking soothingly to her and holding her shoulders still. The girl coughed a little as the spike pushed at the back of her throat then received a round of applause from the hungry audience as the spit erupted through her mouth, forcing it open wide and scraping against her teeth as it completed its journey.

Quickly, the young woman wiped down the front of the spit as the young man raised the back half, leaving the girl entirely horizontal as if laying on her stomach on a table, except there was no support beneath her except for at the waist and chin and her body was held straight by the long, steel spit which ran through her. A thinner rod about twelve inches long, mounted on a ring, was slid up the back end of the pole and forced into her secondary spit hole to serve as a stabiliser then locked in place. This, Jennifer knew, was to make sure that the girl’s whole body turned with the spit so that she would cook evenly and that the pole would not just turn inside her. There were various methods of achieving the same result, some involving various spikes and skewers, but this was one of the most popular and certainly the simplest, especially for a fast-paced environment like Sidney’s. A set of rigid cuffs were slid on either end of the spit, locked in place and the girl’s wrists and ankles, released from the straps, locked into them. Finally her hair too was tied up out of the way so that it would not burn as she cooked and she was lifted off the frame and onto the spit-mount where she immediately began to turn over the artificial coals. Jennifer faded out her camera on a shot of the slowly turning, impaled young girl and the young man who had taken the lead in the spitting beckoned to her, inviting her to duck under the rope.

“You’ve got about three minutes while we clear up!” he grinned. “Get some good stills then get yourself to the front of the queue before we open up this area again!” Jennifer did not need to be told twice, quickly switching the camera to take photographs rather than video. She took some lovely, very appetising shots of the girl on the spit from a variety of angles as the meat-girl desperately humped the enormous steel phallus. Jennifer noticed that she was looking at her as she took her pictures and was almost certain that she was trying to smile for her around the spit. The teen in the pot left no room for doubt as she struck a number of different poses for the young journalist, some goofy, some provocative and pretty much every mood in between, giggling and clearly enjoying this last opportunity to show off. One of the young woman even opened the oven door for Jennifer so that she could get a good shot of the oven piggy’s juicy rump as it began to roast, her plump fillet visible beneath with the onion protruding just a little between her luscious lips.

>>28366
Well that was a very nice start. Good to see you back!

>>28368
Thank you! I have more ready to share but need to check there are no missing bits in between! Feel free to provide illustrations if the muse seizes you :D

>>28369
Glad to see you back Edward. Could you please add the subject tags to the story as well? will we be seeing a combined Sidney and Maxx restaurant chain story in the future?

Chapter Three


It was already quite late by the time they got home but since there was no school the next day, Jennifer was in no particular rush to get to bed. Wanting to feel fresh and clean for bed, she dropped her bag of goodies on the bed and went for a quick shower, coming back to her room in her fluffy pink dressing gown which was really starting to get a little small for her, barely long enough any more to preserve her modesty, but fine for wearing on her own in her room or for quick errands around the house, and a towel around her head. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she emptied out the bag and explored her loot! There were the boots and hat, of course, the hand which she realised would also make a very handy phone-stand for when she wanted to film segments for her presentation, the books about Sidney and of course the promo items which the assistant had been kind enough to give her. Too tired to do any serious reading that evening, she put the proper books on her desk but left the joke book on her night-stand to flick through in bed later. She turned her attention to the CD, curious about the bonus video. Hoping that she might be able to rip some of the footage later to use in her presentation, Jennifer typed in the link from the back of the CD case in her laptop’s browser and lay down on her stomach on her bed to watch. When prompted, she typed in the pass-code and the video loaded.

It started with a few bars from the beginning of the song accompanied by a visual of Sidney in her trademark hat and boots, with her back to the camera, doing a sort of shuffle across the screen from right to left in time to the music in the rather endearingly artless manner of someone who can not actually dance, in somewhat stark contrast to Sarah and the other girls she had watched on stage that evening. The musical phrase repeated and a second Sidney shuffled her way across the screen, this time wearing a white hat and boot set unlike her neighbour who she stopped next to in an identical pose who wore pink. A final Sidney appeared as the music repeated once more, already extending the run-time of the song compared to its 1960s original and this one, who shuffled her way to about half way across the screen before freezing like the others, was wearing baby blue. The words “Kinky Boots” appeared in big gold letters across the top of the screen, in a font Jennifer recognised as matching Sidney’s signature, the company logo, right down to the heart in place of the dot if the “i”. In the space left by the trio of Sidney’s on the right of the screen, the words “BEHIND THE SCENES” appeared as if made from pink neon lights, blinking on and off as a third repetition of the musical phrase faded out.

The first proper scene showed Sidney stood in front of a black backdrop while a woman in a facemask touched up her makeup. Jennifer was confused about the mask at first and why the studio or set or wherever they were seemed to empty but then she remembered her school history lessons and about the pandemic which had lasted almost two years from early 2020 onwards and realised that this video must have been made in 2021, towards the tail-end of the restrictions, when people were allowed back to work and to gather in small groups but social distancing and mask wearing were still strongly advised. Since “Kinky Boots” had been a Summer hit that year, this recording had to be taking place in the spring, perhaps March or April, meaning the Sidney she was seeing in the video would be ten years old. There was something off about the way Sidney looked that Jennifer could not put her finger on at first, then it hit her! The hat and boots she was wearing were green! And not the pale, mint-green she had seen her wear in some pictures, this outfit was the colour of Kermit the frog!

“Oh hey!” Sidney looked over and waved as if noticing the camera for the first time. “Glad you could join us! This is our first day of filming and we’re going to do all the scenes where I’m wearing this outfit today! Now,” she grinned, “you’re probably wondering why I’m wearing this colour, huh? It’s not my usual style, I admit, and it’s not even Saint Patrick’s Day!” she added with a giggle. “Well, it’s to make things easier and save me having to keep changing! Check out this neat trick!” She guided the camera over to a sort of editing station with three large monitors and sat down at the computer. She on one of them she brought up a little looping clip, filmed from the front, of her grinning at the camera and shaking her booty and doing jazz hands. It looked like a simple piece of test-footage for lighting etc. She brought up the same footage, playing on a loop, on a second monitor but this time with a colour pallet in the corner. “Watch this!” she grinned, clicking a pink square, changing the hat and boots instantly to their more recognisable trademark colour. She then showed them turn white, yellow, blue, purple and any other colour the pallet could provide. “Pretty neat, huh?” she grinned at the camera, “A hundred outfits in one!” There followed a few minutes of her performing various poses in front of the cameras, putting one foot forward with her hands on her hips, blowing a kiss, turning around and wiggling her rump and also attempting two or three takes of the shuffle that Jennifer recognised from the beginning, now understanding that it was the same piece of footage re-used with her outfit colour digitally altered.

The next scene was an interview with Sidney sat one end of a large white leather sofa, now wearing her more conventional pink hat and boots, and a woman in a smart white pant-suit sat at the other end who Jennifer recognised as Martha, the woman who had served as personal assistant, publicity manager, agent and confidante to Sidney during her campaign and author of one of the books she had picked up.

“So tell us,” the young-sounding voice of an unseen man behind the camera asked, “what made you want to release this particular song?”

“Well everything’s so grim out there at the moment,” Sidney explained, “we wanted to do something fun to make people smile! Took us a while to decide what song we wanted to do,” she continued, “since these are kinda what I’m known for,” she stuck her legs out and kicked her booted feet with a giggle, “we figured it should be something to do with boots so it came down to this and The Boots Are Made For Walking and, honestly, this one just seemed like more fun!” Jennifer couldn’t help but feel warmed by the indulgent, almost motherly way Martha smiled at Sidney as she talked. She clearly did love her little employer a whole lot!

“Of course you’re starring in the video,” the voice behind the camera continued, “but you’re not actually performing the song. Why is that?”

“Are you kidding?” Sidney practically roared with laughter, rocking back and forth on the edge of the sofa. “We want people to actually want to listen to the thing!”

“Oh come on…” the unseen interviewer chuckled. “Your singing voice can’t be that bad?”

“Trust me!” Martha cut in with a wry smile, holding up her hand in the classic don’t-go-there gesture. “The choice Sidney has made about this, just like every big decision she makes,” she shot another fond, loving look at the near-naked little girl, “is for the good of all humanity! We’re very privileged to have two wonderful performers in Sofia Vergara and Ru Paul to put a new twist on this classic hit!”

The pair were replaced on the sofa by a beautiful Latina women of around fifty years old wearing a tight-fitting dress which really showed off her impressive figure, especially her ample bosom with deep cleavage. A quick search on her phone told Jennifer that she was an actress who, at the time this video had been filmed was best known for a sitcom where she played the trophy wife of the family patriarch but later had gone on to find success with a second sitcom in which she played one of three grandmothers who refused to grow old gracefully. Beside her say a well-groomed, effeminate-looking black man maybe ten years older with a shaved head wearing a purple suit and glasses with thick pink frames which matched his nail-varnish. Jennifer learned that he was an actor, singer and presenter, best known as a drag performer and known to mainstream audiences for his talent show and its various spin-offs where hopeful drag stars competed to be the next big star.

“Well I just had to say yes!” Sofia gushed. “Sidney is just darling, isn’t she? So cute and camp!”

“She’s my baby queen!” Ru Paul exclaimed emphatically. “And she absolutely slays!”

The next scene was of the pair in a recording studio, stood in separate booths and wearing headsets but both recording at the same time. Jennifer supposed there were two reasons for this – the first was the nature of the song, with the two performers more or less taking it in turn line by line, bouncing back and forth between them rather than recording different verses or different melodies which could be edited together later. In order for the this song to work, the rhythm of the back and forth needed to sound natural, something that was far easier to achieve if they were recording at the same time. The second was likely practical. Since they were needed for publicity shots together, and potentially to appear in the video, it made sense to get these two busy, hard-working performers together to record the fairly short song which probably took less than an hour to record in total and get everything else done on the same day. As this was her first glimpse of the altered lyrics Sidney had referenced, Jennifer quickly paused the video to bring up the original lyrics on her phone so she could read along to look for changes. Once she had them on her screen, she set the video playing again.

“Sweet girls, street girls...” Sophia sang.

“Yummy little meat-girls!”

“Square girls, cool girls…”

“Tasty little school girls!”

“Maiden aunties…”

“New York debutantes!”

“They all dig those boots!” the declared together. Jennifer chuckled. It had actually all been Ru Paul’s lines that had changed and she could see why! The original was definitely what people called “of its time.” She did wonder about the reference to “street girls”, thinking it probably had a rather different connotation when originally written to now but she assumed it would be passed off easily enough in the video. Sidney had mentioned making the lyrics more “on topic” too and Jennifer was amused how easily a reference to meat-girls could be worked in, and how describing school girls as “tasty” got around what could probably have been quite a problematic line at the time.

“Well yesterday we did all the filming in the hat and boots.” Sidney explained, back in the studio again, stood in front of a rack of costumes. She was naked as usual but this time her naturally straight hair was tied back in a simply ponytail. “Today we’re doing all the other costumes! I get to wear all of these,” she gestured expansively to the long rack which did indeed seem to hold a wild and varied assortment of costumes. “I’m going to be using wigs too,” she explained, gesturing to a table where wigs of assorted styles and colour were laid out, “for the styles that I can’t do easily or would take a long time anyway! Most of the different looks are only going to get about two seconds of screen time after all. Makeup-wise,” she puffed out her cheeks and widened her eyes theatrically, “I’m just glad I have a great time and that wipes are a thing! Ru and Sophia are coming through to do a couple of funny ones once they’re done recording.” she grinned. “We’re gonna have to do a little Photoshop magic for some of the publicity shots since they couldn’t join us yesterday but I’m sure the public will let us off!” She winked at the camera and Jennifer couldn’t help smiling. While she knew that a lot of Sidney’s public persona, including her strong Texas accent, was likely put on for the cameras, she did come across as genuinely likeable and Jennifer had to wonder if she’d had many friends and what they thought of her campaign at the time!

The next few minutes showed Sidney being both filmed and photographed in assorted costumes including a ball-gown and a Victorian swimming costume, a loose-fitting, blue and white striped one-piece which covered her down to her elbows and ankles, complete with parasol, and finally a pink genie-like costume, including a chiffon veil over the lower part of her face, which left very little to the imagination! For most of the costumes she had adopted a more or less static pose but for this one she danced her way across the recording area in the same cutely klutzy way she had performed her shuffle. One thing Jennifer noticed was that every costume, whatever the style, included a pair Sidney’s signature boots in a complementary colour, however incongruous the style! This made sense as the point of the song was that all women and girls, no matter their age, background or walk of life, loved wearing boots!

The video now showed the two adults, in the same outfits they had been wearing on the sofa, posing together in front of the black background, back to back, while Sidney was helped into another outfit.

“After this, we’ve got a couple lined up with them!” Sidney grinned towards the camera, now wearing a black wig with braids like Wednesday Addams while the wardrobe assistant loosely tied a striped school uniform tie around her neck. She was wearing a white blouse tied up at the bottom to show her tummy with a grey, pleated skirt which stopped about two inches above her knees and black boots. With the wig, outfit and only very subtle makeup she was almost unrecognisable and Jennifer started to realise why she had chosen such a distinctive and iconic but ultimately artificial look for her public persona. The colourful hat and boots, curled hair and pageant-princess makeup, not to mention her otherwise naked young body, meant that she was instantly recognisable when she wanted to be but could also vanish into a crowd when she wanted time to herself. It was the over the top look that was familiar to all, rather than the girl’s own features. “This is gonna be fun!”

“Okay make sure you stand exactly on the marks!” the director told Sidney as she took her place in front of the black screen and posed with her hands on her hips. Behind her, Sofia Veraga stood in a costume that was clearly meant to contrast with her glamorous image for comedic effect. She was dressed in grubby chef’s whites with a blue apron and a hair-net. Like Sidney she wore minimal makeup and she posed holding a very large saucepan. Clearly Sidney was depicting one of the “tasty little schoolgirls” referenced in the lyrics and Sophia the school lunch-lady who was about to cook her up, presumably in some kind of stew. A number of still images and few-second clips were shot then Sidney changed her pose to one of surprise with her hand held up and out either side of her shoulders and a shocked look on her face. When given the all-clear from the director, the wardrobe assistant ran forward and helped Sidney out of the school uniform leaving her in nothing but the wig and boots. Now naked, Sidney looked down at her exposed body in surprise then covered her mouth as if shocked then struck a shrugging pose with her palms outwards and head tilted to one side and finally resumed her sassily defiant pose from the start of the sequence with her hands on her hips and a confident grin on her face.

“Wait until you see the next one!” Sidney grinned cheekily at the camera before scampering forward past it and out of view. Sofia carried her pot out of the photography area and was replaced by Ru Paul, wearing a traditional butcher’s costume with a striped apron and holding a comically big meat cleaver. Sidney came back into shot wearing white boots and her hair up in a bun with dotted lines all over her naked body marking out the different meat cuts. She stood back on her mark on the floor and gave the camera a double thumbs-up. “We saved the best until last!” she chuckled, informing the viewer. “It’s going to take about three hours to get ready for this final shot!” she exclaimed. “Totally worth it for… what? Three seconds on screen?” she erupted into peels of giggles.

The final shot of the documentary showed Sidney painted almost totally orange except for a strip which started with her chin and continued down, widening across her chest and belly then tapering again stopping just above the cleft of her plump vulva. A woman wearing a paper face-mask was working carefully with an air-brush adding a yellow border to the white area, blended to provide a transition.

“Marguerite is one of the best body-painters in the country,” Sidney beamed proudly, “and I feel really honoured to be working with her! I can’t wait to see the full effect when she’s finished!” She gushed. “But if you want to see it too, well,” she giggled, “you’ll just have to wait and watch the video! Bye for now!” she waved and blew a kiss and the image faded out to be replaced by what must have been the cover for the limited collectable physical release of the song on CD and vinyl.

The image was of the two singers stood back to back in the pose Jennifer had just seen photographed with Sidney, one hand on her hip and the other touching the rim of her hat in what had become known as the Classic Sidney Pose stood in front of them, presumably superimposed. Above the trio were their names in the same gold lettering as the Sidney’s logo with Sidney’s own name in the middle, slightly below the other two but in a larger size. The title “Kinky Boots” was shown along the bottom of the screen. A countdown began from three with the pink letters starting in the middle of the screen and expanding outwards as they faded. When they countdown reached zero, the image melted away to be replaced by the words “Kinky Boots” in the familiar gold script all the way across the top of the screen. The opening phrase began and four Sidneys in assorted colours shuffled their way across the screen in turn, wiggling their rumps in unison on the last two beats of the repeated phrase.

“Everybody’s going for those kinky boots! Kinky boots!” Sofia sang as the camera zoomed in and out on a posing Sidney, focussing the zooms on her boot-clad feet. Suddenly those feet were replicated across the screen in different colours, tapping the left foot in time to the two beats before the end of the line.

“Kinky boots!” Ru Paul took over. “It’s a manly kind of fashion that you borrowed from the brutes!” he sang as Sidney was shown stealing a pair of boots off the feet of a leather-clad biker, amusingly played by Ru himself, then sneaking away quickly like a Looney Tunes character, leaving the biker leaning against his bike in socks through which his big toe was protruding.

“Borrowed from the brutes!” Sofia echoed as Sidney was now shown in the comically over-sized biker-boots which then sparkled and magically changed into her more familiar pink cowboy boots, prompting Sidney to grin and give a thumbs-up to the camera.

“Kinky boots!” the duo sang together as the camera made a series of quick-fire rapid zooms.

“Fashion magazines say wear ‘em!” Sofia belted as the video showed a close-up of Sidney peeping over the top of a mocked-up magazine called “Boots Etc.” with a big picture of her cowboy boots on the front.

“And you rush to obey like the women in a harem!” Ru Paul responded as Sidney danced her way across the screen in her genie-like outfit, complete with boots of course!

“Full length, half length.” Sofia listed while Sidney stood centre-stage striking a number of different model like poses, sometimes facing the camera and other times with her back to it, looking cheekily over her shoulder with her lovely firm, round rump being given the attention it deserved, giving the video a very 60s vibe and almost appearing like stop-motion as the boots she was wearing changed to reflect the lyrics.

“Fully fashion calf length.”

“Brown boot, black boots.”

“Patent leather jack-boots!” Sidney was depicted marching on the spot wearing military-style but highly polished boots and a soldier’s tin hat but painted pink.

“Low boots, high boots!”

“Lovely lanky thigh boots!” Ru Paul sang as Sidney’s hat was replaced by a traditional Robin Hood-style feathered cap. She raised her leg and slapped her brown leather-clad thigh like the hero of a pantomime.

“They all dig those boots!” The pair sang together.

“Everybody’s crazy for those kinky boots!” Sofia sang while four Sidney’s appeared in sequence on the screen, two standing upright and the other two doing handstands, giving the impression of a stop-motion cartwheel. “Kinky boots! Kinky boots!”

“And whether you’re in evening dress or bathing suits…” sang Ru Paul with Sidney appearing on screen first in an elegant ballgown with her hair in a neat bun, the front of her dress hitched up to just below her knees to show the golden boots she wore underneath then looking confused as the dress turned into the Victorian bathing costume, complete with parasol, that Jennifer had seen in the documentary before finally being replaced by a pink and silver bikini which Sidney seemed to approve of far more, judging by the grin on her face and the double thumbs-up she gave.

“You wear boots! Boots! Kinky boots!” the two singers chorused.
The same instrumental bars that had played at the beginning were repeated here but instead of Sidney shuffling her way across the screen, this time the two singers were shown in a number of poses, mostly goofy poses where both of them were laughing, the still images switching rapidly.

“There are twenty million women wearing kinky boots!” Sofia began the next verse while a very intriguing effect took place on the screen. A single picture of Sidney posing in her traditional pink costume, or the green outfit digitally altered to look pink at least, appeared in the middle of the screen. Almost immediately she was shunted to the side as a second Sidney appeared beside her. Then these two shrunk and another two appeared above them. The number of Sidney’s on screen doubled at least six times per second with Jennifer able to identify at least twenty different poses before they got two small to see. By the time Sofia had completed the line, the tens of thousands of tiny Sidneys had formed into a photo-collage of her face. “Kinky boots!” the montage Sidney winked before vanishing and being replaced with a single Sidney showing off the detailed body-paint that had been teased at the end of the documentary.

“Puss in Boots!” Ru Paul declared as Sidney, covered tip to toe in body paint that made her look like a ginger cat, wearing red boots and matching cape and plumed hat swished a rapier towards the camera. Jennifer giggled, thinking about what Sidney had said about the hours the makeup would take versus the seconds it appeared on screen. “Footwear manufacturers are gathering the fruits.” Ru continued as Sidney, back in her traditional costume, was seen picking an over-sized rosy apple from a prop tree.

“Gathering the fruits!” Sofia echoed as the screen showed a close-up of Sidney taking a big bite from a banana and munching ostentatiously.

“Kinky boots!” A close-up of Sidney’s pink boots, heels together, toes parting the coming back together.

“Advertising men say try ‘em!” sang Sofia as a huge billboard appeared on screen with bright pink neon letters echoing this message with the outline of Sidney-style boots at either end, like something from the Las Vegas strip.

“And you all run amok like a flock of sheep to buy ’em!” A small, static Sidney, followed by dozens of sheep, made her way jerkily across the bottom of the screen then up the side before zigzagging up the screen like an old-fashioned computer game. Next came the section the recording of which had been featured in the documentary.

“Sweet girls, street girls…” By some clever video editing, Sidney was seen in front of a coloured, stylised painting of old-fashioned sweet shop, dressed in a puffy dress like Shirley Temple and licking and oversized lollipop while a gang of three more Sidneys wearing ripped jeans, leather jackets and crop-tops sneered at her.

“Yummy little meat-girls!” The background became a butcher’s shop in the same style as the sweet shop while Sidney, with her body marked up for meat cuts stood in front of Ru Paul’s comical butcher character, giving the camera double thumbs-up then flipped to show her rump, winking over her shoulder.

“Square girls, cool girls…” Sidney appeared centre-screen again, first in a cute but stereotypically nerdy outfit, complete with rucksack, thick glasses and pigtails, hugging a large book to her chest which, Jennifer noticed with amusement, had the title “A History of Cannibalism” printed on the front, then in fashionable white leggings, high ponytail, crop top and a pink puffer jacket. Both variations wearing boots, of course!

“Tasty little school girls!” The scene with Sofia as the frumpy, hair-net wearing lunch lady came on screen, a background of a school cafeteria added in a similar style to the previous backgrounds. In rapid succession, Sidney’s school uniform, all but the black boots, disappeared, leaving her looking first shocked then confident.

“Maiden aunties!” This was the funniest costume of all, with Sidney dressed as an old lady with grey hair, half-moon reading glasses and a baggy cardigan.

“New York Debutantes!” In a flash, like an extreme version of Cinderella, Sidney was now wearing a beautiful prom dress, her hair in a French braid topped with a tiara. Like the ball gown from earlier, the front of her dress was arranged in such a way as to show that she worse silver boots underneath.

“They all dig those boots!” All the Sidney variations from that verse appeared side by side, waving, giving thumbs-up and blowing kisses at the camera.

“Everybody’s rushing for those Russian boots!” Sofia sang as Sidney appeared wearing furry boots and a hat to match, with nothing else in between of course, doing a rather impressive Cossack dance. It occurred to Jennifer that she had not seen any sign of this in the documentary and, given Sidney’s rather limited dancing abilities displayed elsewhere in the video, she wondered if this had been achieved with either a stool that had been edited out or perhaps an assistant or two in green morph-suits holding her up while she kicked out her legs. If that was the case, then it would have been funny to see in the documentary but she supposed Sidney would have wanted to retain a little dignity and not admit to the “tricks of the trade”. Of course it was entirely possible that Sidney, who was after all a talented hockey player, had such good strength in her legs that this was one kind of dancing she could do well!

“Prussian boots!” A close-up appeared of what were presumably Sidney’s legs, shown from half way down the thigh, wearing high black leather boots with a broad upturned piece covering her knees. The left foot tapped twice.

“Kinky Boots!” Another rapid zoom in and out multiple times on Sidney’s pink boot-clad feet and legs.

“Cover up those slender little tender foots!” the pair crooned together as Sidney appeared for the first time in the video with no footwear, sat on the floor with her legs parted in a way that seemed very provocative, especially for the time, leaning back with her weight on her hands and wiggling her cute little toes at the camera. An expression of delight appearing on her face when, with a sparkly glitter effect, a pair of pink boots magically popped into existence on her feet.

“With kinky, slinky.” All the different forms of Sidney that had featured in the video appeared back on screen, set out in three rows of small figures, all dancing on the spot which mostly involved a lot of rump wiggling, before a large “traditional Sidney” in her pink hat and boots combo appeared in the middle, grinning and touching the brim of her hat in her trademark “Sidney Salute.”

“Sidney is so dinky!” She was replaced by Ru Paul, although the mini Sidney’s continued to dance behind him as he tilted his head to one side and made a heart symbol in front of his chest with his hands.

“Come and get those kinky boots! Boots! Kinky boots!” Both adults appeared on screen to lip-synch this final line with Sidney between them who blew a two-handed kiss to the camera before the screen turned black and the website eatsidneyroebuck.com and the hashtag #EATME, both important elements of Sidney’s campaign at the time, appeared on screen in bright pink text before the video ended. Smiling to herself, Jennifer clicked the slider back to the start of the music video and watched it again then, realising how late it had got, closed her laptop, took off her robe and slipped into bed.

>>28371

Hi Mac! I do have a story in mind that at least includes both mascots producing some promo material together! I forgot about tags - it's so long since I posted here! Can they be added retrospectively? I can't see a way to edit what I've already posted :/

Chapter Four (Part One)


Having stayed up quite late reading and with no particular plans for the next day, Jennifer slept late the next morning. She put her dressing gown and slippers on over her pyjamas and went downstairs to get some breakfast.

“Good morning, sleepy head!” her mum smiled as she emerged at the bottom of the stairs. She seemed very relaxed and contented and Jennifer couldn’t help remembering what she had heard about the aphrodisiac quality girl meat had on a lot of people, generally put down to how aroused most meat-girls tend to be as they cook, resulting in meat that is absolutely flooded with hormones. From the way her mum was smiling and humming to herself, Jennifer was confident that her parents had enjoyed a very good night indeed! She went into the kitchen and poured herself some orange juice then began to pour her favourite chocolate-flavoured cereal into a bowl. “Remember we’re out with Daddy’s work friends tonight!” Her mum called through from the living room. “I’ll leave you money for a pizza and I promise we won’t be too late!”

The pre-teen always liked when her parents trusted her to look after herself like that. It made her feel responsible and grown-up. She sat on the sofa and watched cartoons while she ate her breakfast but her mind was really on the joke book that had supposedly inspired Sidney’s whole campaign. It seemed very old-fashioned and, while she had found a lot of the jokes funny, some didn’t seem to make sense and she couldn’t really work out what the joke was supposed to be. Some of them, she worked out, relied on cultural references from the time that she simply couldn’t relate to, which she decided was not too big a surprise since the book was originally published around a hundred years ago and was meant as cheap, smutty humour, the sort of thing to be given as a Christmas present to a man you couldn’t think of anything else for, and not exactly high literature. The illustrations, on the whole, also seemed more like an excuse to draw pictures of nude women with big boobs. There were a couple of pictures of children and one of a man with a comically large willy but in general all the meat depicted was busty young women. What exactly was it about these jokes and pictures, she wondered, that has made Sidney decide she wanted to be eaten? There had to have been more to it. Still, she really was just at the beginning of her investigation and was sure she had a lot still to find out!

After putting her bowl and glass in the sink, she went back upstairs and took a quick shower, leaving her pyjamas in the laundry hamper and coming back to her room wrapped in a towel with her dressing gown over her arm. As she sat on the edge of her bed, blow-drying her hair and wondering what she should wear that day, her eyes fell upon the white Sidney hat and boot set she had bought from the gift shop. Grinning to herself, she set down her hair-dryer and brush, retrieved and pulled on the boots, set the hat on her head and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the front of her wardrobe. They were a good fit just as she had hoped and certainly looked the part. Feeling rather daring, she dropped the towel and regarded her reflection in nothing but the hat and boots, a full Sidney outfit! She had thought that she would wear the accessories to give her presentation, and for any “to camera” segments she filmed in advance but had always intended to wear a bikini with them or even lycra shorts and a crop top but now she was beginning to wonder if she dared to go “full Sidney” to add to the authenticity and impact of her presentation.

There was no denying that she had a cute body, certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but could she really stand stark naked in front of all her class-mates? Up until yesterday evening she would have said absolutely not but seeing Sarah and the others dancing naked on stage and the mermaids in their costumes which left nothing to the imagination lounging on the artificial rocks, not to mention the girls who were actually being cooked, made her think it might not be such a big deal after all! There had been a quote in Martha’s book where she talked about how Sidney never considered herself to be naked when wearing her trademark outfit. It was simply her uniform, her own “Sidney costume”. Away from the cameras, Sidney was a tom-boy who liked to wear baggy jeans and hockey jerseys with her naturally straight hair in a simply ponytail. The Sidney Roebuck the world had known was a character created for her campaign and in many ways no more real than Ronald McDonald. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Jennifer started to see herself the same way. She was not naked, she was dressed as Sidney! The revelation of the feeling gave her just a glimmer of insight into Sidney’s thought process and she hoped that it was the start of a deeper understanding.

It would be a simple enough matter, she knew, to put together a presentation based on the readily available facts of Sidney’s short life, essentially padding out her Wikipedia article with some some photos and video clips, but there were already a number of books and even movies that did this. She wanted her presentation to be something deeper, more interesting, perhaps worthy of uploading to Youtube as a documentary in itself. She wanted to get inside Sidney’s head, to find out what made her tick. The information she was gathering about the girl-meat industry which had grown up since her successful campaign was certainly interesting and would provide colour to the presentation, it was only really of secondary importance. Any girl eaten today, she knew, had been born into a world where cannibalism had been normalised, at least to some degree, for three generations, a very different world to the one Sidney had been born into. If she was really going to understand Sidney, she was going to need to learn more about her time as well. A girl of her own time would know from very early childhood that there was at least a one in ten chance of ending up as food but in Sidney’s time such acts were illegal, taboo and considered “gross”, the stuff of horror movies!

Looking again at her near-naked reflection, Jennifer saw the avatar of Sidney that she had become smiling back at her and knew that she was on the right track. She wondered again about the outfit. There would be plenty of naked girls featured in the video segments of her presentation, simply by virtue of the subject matter, but would the school allow her to make the presentation wearing so little, even if she plucked up the courage to do so? This, Jennifer decided, was a decision for later. One that did not need to be made that day. Feeling very contented and with a new renewed sense of purpose, she took off the accessories and got dressed into normal clothes, feeling much more like herself once more and realising with amusement how much more embarrassed she would have been if someone had walked in on her getting dressed than if she had been caught admiring her Sidney costume in the mirror!

Opening on her laptop, she started to search for information about how cannibalism had been viewed “Pre-Sidney”. At first all she found were articles about the practice in ancient cultures and mythology as well as stories about the Donnar Party and the remains of a teenage girl found in Jamestown and other times when people had turned to cannibalism out of desperation but eventually she found something close to what she was looking for – a blog entitled “From Schlock to Sidney”. It did not look as if it had been updated for several years but that didn’t matter. It contained a number of essays exploring exactly what she had been hoping to find out more about – the cultural attitudes towards cannibalism in the twenties and early twenty-first century.

The first post was a summary of Sidney’s life and campaign, not offering any particular insight and mostly, from the looks of it, copied from an earlier version of her Wikipedia article but illustrated with a few pictures, mostly official campaign images but a couple of more personal ones like her school photo and a picture of her with her brothers on holiday is Disneyland. Both of these Jennifer recognised from Martha’s biography and assumed that was where the writer had found them too.

Another covered most of what she had found already in terms of evidence for cannibalism among Neanderthals and in the religious practices and mythology of ancient cultures, even touching on the often overlooked passages in the Bible where it is either hinted at or, in some cases, clearly described. Jennifer expected it to mention the Jamestown girl but understood why it had not when she clicked on the next essay and found it full of examples of times people had turned to eating each other out of desperation, including the examples she had already read about and the story of a plane crash where the survivors were forced to eat the bodies of those who had died in the crash in order to survive while they awaited rescue.

The next essay was about serial killers and other criminals who had practised cannibalism. She read about Jeffrey Dahmer and Albert Fish among others. In some ways, she found this chapter harder to understand than the earlier ones. In the world she had always known, human meat was harvested from willing volunteers and readily available to anyone who wanted it. Somehow the idea of a world where recreational cannibalism, as opposed to the ritual or survival versions described in earlier chapters, simply didn’t exist was easier to get her head around than a world in which it existed and there were people who craved it but could only do so by breaking the law. After all, she knew that there had been a time before cars, a time before televisions and a time before computers but in those times, people had simply not had those things. Learning that there was a time when people wanted to eat human meat simply because they enjoyed it but could only do so through deception, kidnapping and murder was like learning that televisions had existed in Victorian times with all the typical soap operas, comedy shows and documentaries, but could only be watched in seedy opium dens.

The final case this essay explored blew her mind even more. It described a German man who had set up a small abattoir in his house and invited others to come over and pretend to be the meat being slaughtered, making photos and videos of them for their mutual enjoyment, until he had finally come across someone who wanted to be eaten for real. Jennifer screwed up her face a little upon learning that the “victim” as he had been deemed at the time was a man in his forties. She could not imagine his meat would have been especially good at all! At least Albert Fish had seemed to have good taste, even if he had acquired his meat through violence and murder. Reflecting on that story, she couldn’t help wondering if little Grace or other girls he knew might have been amenable to the idea of being his dinner if he has simply asked them nicely? What seemed to insane to her about the whole situation, other than the choice of meat, was how aggressively the man was prosecuted. It was true that he had technically broken the law but the videos proved that the man he butchered was more than willing and there was plenty of evidence that many others had visited his home-made slaughterhouse and left perfectly intact. Surely, Jennifer thought, his crime should only have earned him a slap on the wrist rather than a lengthy prison sentence.

Noticing the date when the so-called crime had taken place, she realised that he would very likely have still been alive and probably still serving her sentence when Sidney launched her campaign. A quite search of his name confirmed this and she saw that he lived to see Sidney gain her victory, the launch of the Sidney’s restaurant chain and the gradual normalisation of his particular interest. In fact, he had only died about ten years before she was born! She wondered how he had felt seeing the world gradually come to accept the very act he had been so vilified for? Had it pleased or frustrated him? Perhaps a mixture of both? From her searches, it did not seem that he had given any interviews following his conviction, even once he was released from prison, so she could find no real insight into this. She wondered if he had appealed his sentence once some forms of consensual cannibalism were legalised or whether he just thought it best to quietly serve out the rest of his sentence, reluctant to draw new attention to himself. Still, she hoped he had taken the opportunity to eat at a Sidney’s restaurant at least once in his later years.

This article ended by hinting at a broader topic to be explored more fulling in a future instalment – the online cannibal fetish communities in which the German man had met his “victim” and other playmates. This, Jennifer thought, sounded like the kind of thing she was looking for and could perhaps help her understand Sidney’s motivations and inspirations beyond the “canonical” story of the joke book. She almost skipped the next chapter in her eagerness to find answers but thought that the blog’s author had made choices about the order in which they presented their material and so, feeling honour-bound to respect those choices, she clicked on the next article which was about cannibalism in fiction and popular culture in general.

The idea of cannibalism being the domain of horror movies was something else that Jennifer found hard to get her head around but she read with interest the discussion of movies such as “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” and “Silence of the Lambs” as well as their various sequels, remakes and spin-offs. Wondering if they were something Sidney had enjoyed and reflecting on the fact that she had grown up with two significantly older brothers and so had probably had access to all sorts of movies and other media that weren’t technically considered appropriate for her age, she resolved to try watching at least one to see what they were like. Finally she reached the entry she thought would be most relevant to her research.

Let me preface this by saying my intention is not to be offensive. I just thought you would appreciate an honest opinion. But I'm aware I'm a bit on the spectrum so I can never tell what level of honestly I'm meant to be at. So if you'd rather I did not comment, I'll understand and refrain in the future.

So something occurred to me and I did a search for "!" in your story and chapter 1 has 143 of them. Exclamation marks are something I use to convey interest in text and e-mails because I'm not sure how to convey emotions otherwise and using a simple period feels like I'm being rude or disinterested. But in my case, I'm not really feeling the enthusiasm and I'm putting on a facade. So in my case, seeing so many exclamation marks in your story makes your characters come off as fake and disingenuous to me. This, in turn, makes it hard to relate to these characters and makes it difficult to care about what happens to them.

Another odd disconnect I have is with the snuff bunny mentality many of your characters seem to have that feels at odds with your massive world building. As I understand things, in a normal, larger story, the intent is to develop a likable or relatable protagonist that the reader then roots for and wants to succeed through character development. Obviously, this is at odds with a snuff story and I have no idea how to reconcile that. But I also think that in a smaller story character development isn't necessary and doesn't really happen as there is no time for it. Instead the focus is on an interesting plot or idea. But this is where my disconnect comes in with your large stories, since they go through several chapters yet your protagonist doesn't really go on a journey of discovery and development and instead has the smaller story snuff bunny mentality that just comes off as fake and doesn't seem to fit into the larger narrative you're crafting

So I think what I'm trying to say is that I find your short stories to be pretty great. The protagonists don't feel like fully realized people but they're not meant to and their endings are simply fun. But in your larger stories it feels like a waste of time to get to know a character over the course of several chapters since they don't seem to develop, grow, or change and their ending is already predetermined. I do appreciate the lore drops though.

My recommendation is that for the longer form, multi chapter stories, make the protagonists more grounded emotionally and the world less excitable with exclamation marks. The protagonist needs proper motivation for why she's going along with whatever is happening to her and there needs to be a struggle at some point that either reaffirms or changes her world view, even if it doesn't ultimately affect her fate. The protagonist is going on a journey and the reader should be invested in that journey and a journey has challenges, otherwise its just a walk.

For your short stories, I think they're perfectly fine.

Anyways, take this all worth a grain of salt. I'm just some random internet person after all. And please don't stop writing. Despite all the nonsense I've written, I still read all your stories and I can tell you that "Sole Food" is my favorite of your stories. The girls had believable and adorable personalities and the focus on feet was interesting and fun. The only thing I really wished it had more of was descriptions of the meat's taste and how Taylor's personality and lifestyle influenced it to make it truly unique. Alright, I'll admit, I do wish it had a bit more sensuality to it too. Shredded girl meat probably tastes just as great as a whole piece and is probably move viable in a variety of recipes but losing form also loses all sex appeal and the sex appeal is what makes girl meat really stand out.

Err... Hello?

>>28388
Hello Digger! I decided to start posting again but of course keeping it completely separate from my real life and work ;)

>>28387
Hey Anonymous! Thanks for your feedback and I do not take offense at all! I saw your similar comments on Pixelwriter's story praising him for doing what I do not in this respect so I understand your perspective.

The thing is, for me, I write stories that I would enjoy reading and the danger when a girl is too "real", when she thinks like an actual person would in this scenario, even one who grew up in such an alternate world, the stories can quickly become too sad for my liking.

For me, part of the hotness comes from a girl with masses of potential, who could go on to do great things with her life, choosing to give it up to become somebody's dinner.

I get that my style may not appeal to everyone but ultimately these are my *ahem* private fantasies written out for others to enjoy so I hope at least some of the scenarios I write about are enough to spark your imagination even if the stories themselves do not quite hit the spot? ;)

>>28373
Just post the tags in a separate note. I think the readers are bright enough to add them in on their copies of the story in the appropriate spot. Thank you.

>>28390
You are absolutely right. I forgot that the most important thing is to write what you enjoy. And what you write many others enjoy too, including myself too. Thank you again for sharing your work. Oh gods, I wanted to put an exclamation mark at the end of that last sentence, but I want to communicate, without a facade, that I do enjoy your stories.

>>28392
Don't worry, as you have observed, I use exclamation points a lot! I am also overy fond of emojis too :-P

On a serious note, it is perfectly legitimate to wnjoy something but still have thoughts about how it could be improved or be more to your taste. I often think I could come up with a better ending for movies I see than the one they went with. Did I understand correctly that you like to write too? In which case it is perfectly understandable that your "writer's brain" will encounter a story you find intriguing and think about how you would have handled the same premise.

I hope you continue to enjoy what I post :-)

>>28391
Tags for those who want them:
Loli, Cannibalism, Consensual, Exhibitionism, Roasting, Boiling, Slaughter

Chapter Four (Part Two)


The next article talked about the community who saw cannibalism as a fetish, a kink. There was evidence of this trend as far back as the 1920s, the article explained, citing cartoons in newspapers and “gentleman’s magazines” similar to those shown in Sidney’s joke book where the images of nude young woman in comical peril were clearly intended to be at least a little arousing, but the community had really come into its own with the proliferation of the internet in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

At some point in the very early days of the internet, an artist who went by the name “Dolcett” had released a number of hand-drawn comics and one-off pictures depicting all sorts of snuff-based scenarios featuring attractive young woman but very much focussing on consensual and semi-consensual cannibalism and this artist’s name had become a by-word for the whole community. A link was provided to an archive of these comics and Jennifer looked through them with curiosity. Many seemed to depict scenarios that seemed quite every-day her and it felt strange to think that these had once been taboo fantasies. The only real difference between the world Dolcett depicted in most of his images and the one in which she lived, ushered in by Sidney and her campaign, was that most of his meat seemed to be women in their mid-twenties and upwards, rather than the young girls like herself who were normally on the menu in the real world. Sure, girls in their late teens and women in their very early twenties did get cooked sometimes, usually for family occasions when the relationship of the meat to the diners took precedence over the quality, but these were very much outliers, the exception rather than the rule.

There were a few pictures in which Dolcett had tried to depict younger girls, usually as side-characters or in the background, but Jennifer found these drawings quite hilarious! From context, it was clear that these girls were supposed to be somewhere between eleven and fourteen but, whether through a lack of ability on his part or an unwillingness to draw realistic “under-aged” girls, Dolcett’s young characters came out looking like short thirty year olds with saggy boobs, not even just flat-chested! Chuckling to herself, she returned to the article.

Although Dolcett had been among the first and best known producers of this fetish material, the community had only grown from there with many people making their own art, either by drawing, adding captions to pictures of naked models or using photo-editing tools to create composite images showing young women in slaughter-houses or captured by cannibal tribes. As computer graphics had improved and the tools to create them had become more accessible, more people had begun producing Dolcett-style pictures and comics. There was even a high-quality pay-per-view photo site which produced consensual cannibalism stories using live models who posed in cooking pots, in glowing ovens, on grills over fake coals or with fake spits protruding from their mouths and nether-regions.

As well as these picture sites, a whole network for forums and message boards had grown up to host them as well as allowing people to discuss their fantasies, to debate the ethics of real cannibalism and generally just to be able to meet like-minded people talk about the topic in a judgement-free zone. There were plenty of written stories too and it seemed that these had started to favour young meat in a way that legal restrictions at the time, which made little sense to Jennifer, made it controversial to depict in drawings and next to impossible to depict with photographs, whether posed or edited.

It had been in the “safe space” of these forums that the friendly German cannibal she had read about earlier had found the men that the press at the time insisted on referring to as his victims and the scandal that followed his conviction had brought the public eye onto the cannibal fetish community like never before. Suddenly, what had been viewed by most people who did not share the kink as a weird but essentially harmless fantasy, the members of the community looked upon with the same amused indulgence as those who enjoyed playing “Dungeons & Dragons”, was seen as dangerous, a place where evil predictors could hunt for victims! Almost over night, more than three quarters of these sites disappeared, either finding that their host platforms were no longer willing to host them or not wanting to deal with the newfound scrutiny in the aftermath of what became known as “The German Case”. Those that remained instituted strict rules and what could and could not be discussed and strongly discouraged their users from making external contact with anyone they met there.

Never the less, by the time Sidney was eight years old, which is the age at which she claimed her obsession with being eaten had begun, there were still plenty of sites in existence hosting pictures, stories and discussions related to a type of cannibalism far closer to what Sidney advocated for than anything in her joke book. Surely, Jennifer reasoned, these must have been an influence for her? Perhaps it was genuinely the book that had originally sparked the interest, in as much as she had found the cartoons amusing, maybe even a little exciting, and had gone online in search of more only to find herself very quickly in the depths of this, as it was at the time, underground community. Of course all the sites that allowed posting carried age restrictions but there was nothing to stop an intrigued youngster like Sidney lying about their age and being granted full access! It must have been within this community, concluded Jennifer, that Sidney’s ideas and obsession developed. The parallels were just too close for it to be a coincidence!

The article went on to explain how the community had been a little hesitant about Sidney at first, perhaps not wanted to be accused to pressuring a young girl into their fetish, but as her campaign had gained traction, they had come to embrace her and she had even become a popular topic for fan-art and stories on the forums.

Feeling like she now had a far more rounded picture of the circumstances and the cultural views of cannibalism around the time Sidney began her campaign, Jennifer felt pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The cannibal joke book but an interesting piece of history and “Sidney lore” but, presumably because admitting the significance of an adults-online fetish community which essentially traded in cannibal-themed pornography would not have helped her campaign in the increasingly conservative America of the early twenty-first century, it’s importance in Sidney’s story had been greatly exaggerated. Out of curiosity, Jennifer clicked a link at the end of the article which led to an archive of the Sidney-related stories and pictures published on the forums before she had achieved her dream. They would certainly make for interesting reading!

Chapter Five


Laying on her bed, Jennifer returned her attention to the book collecting all of Sidney’s campaign material that could be reproduced, including various posters, fliers and images from online ads as well as stills from some of her interviews and TV appearances. She was amused to see a double-page montage with stills from the Kinky Boots video. As she flicked through, looking properly at the pictures for the first time having just skimmed it before, keen to get to the meatier substance of the biographies, she was struck by one particular poster which showed Sidney are around ten years old standing in a relaxed posture with front and back views, dotted lines marking out different meat-cuts on her naked body, above a picture of a pig similarly marked. In her research into pre-Sidney cannibalism she had come across similar posters from a rather extreme animal rights charity depicting models and actresses in seductive poses, naked but posed in such a way as to leave most things to the imagination, with meat cuts marked on them with the slogan “All Animals Have the Same Parts!” The intent had, of course, been to put people off eating meat by suggesting there was really no difference between eating a pig and eating a person but these posters had of course provided great material for the cannibal fetish community and it was fun to see Sidney turning the tables by using the same imagery, albeit in a far less coy way, to promote the opposite agenda! The point stood either way, after all! If eating a pig was no different from eating a person then eating a person was no different from eating a pig and if you were happy to eat one, why not the other?

A note of the opposite page, in one of the spaces between the montage of other pictures was a paragraph explaining that this graphic had been created in consultation with expert butchers to be totally accurate and had in fact been used as a guide when Sidney’s body had been parted out less than two years later. Reading this gave Jennifer an idea and she thought for a moment, wondering who she could ask to help with new segment for her presentation. Caroline seemed to be the perfect choice! Although they were not super close friends, they went to each other’s birthday parties, were often part of the same group hangouts and events and had always got on well. She knew what she was proposing was a fairly big ask but if Caroline was not up for it, it would not be as if she did not have other options. In fact, the easiest thing to do would likely be to talk to a local butcher and arrange some time with one of his clients but a girl on her harvest day often had too much else on her mind to be worried about helping someone out with a school project! There was always Sarah, too, the dancer she had met at Sidney’s and who had been so helpful with providing material for her research but she had a busy life and was really little more than an acquaintance. Not someone Jennifer felt comfortable asking such a favour from yet. Deciding that this was probably a conversation better had “live” than over messenger, she started a video call with Caroline on her phone.

The slim blonde answered on her computer, wearing chunky gamer headphones over rat-tailed wet hair and a towel.

“Oh hey! Sorry,” Caroline giggled. “Just got out the shower!”

“I’ll let you off this once!” teased Jennifer. The friends exchanged basic pleasantries then Jennifer carefully approached the reason for her call. “So…” she began. “Do you still pose for your mum’s art class sometimes?”

“Sometimes, yeah!” Caroline agreed, wondering where this line of questioning might be going. “All three of us do,” she commented, referring to her sisters, one of whom was older and one younger by about three years in either direction, “when they need us.”

“Naked?”

“Sometimes!” Caroline’s cheeks turned a little pink. “If that’s what they’re working on that week.”

“Soo…” Jennifer grinned. “Do you just get naked for your mum’s friends or would you be up for helping me out with something too?”

“You looking for a stripper for your dad’s birthday or something?” Caroline giggled. “Because I warn you, I’m not much of a dancer!” Both girls laughed together and Jennifer explained her project to Caroline, showing her the pictures from the book that had sparked this particular idea. Caroline listened carefully, nodding thoughtfully, then burst into a grin as she spotted what was hanging on the handle of the wardrobe in the background.

“Hey,” she grinned cheekily, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “is that a Sidney hat?”

“Sure is!” Jennifer confirmed, rolling reaching over, grabbing it and putting it on. “Got the boots to match too!”

“Okay then how about this?” Caroline suggested impishly. “I’ll get naked for you and let you mark up my body as cuts if you wear the hat and boots while you do it! Only the hat and boots!” she cut in as Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, before she had a chance to speak. “Sidney style!”

“Deal!” The word laughed its way out of Jennifer’s mouth before she even thought about it! After all, she had already been pondering whether she should deliver the video segments of her presentation functionally naked and now it seemed the decision had been made for her and, to her mild surprise, she felt incredibly good and excited about it!

Two days later, the Caroline was sat on Jennifer’s bed wearing a light, Summer dress with nothing underneath, her perky, preteen nipples poking against the thin, almost translucent fabric. As a veteran nude model, she had warned Jennifer not to wear anything tight, such as underwear, for at least two hours beforehand to avoid pressure marks on her skin so she had spent the morning since her shower in just her soft, pink bath-robe. While she waited for Caroline to arrive at the agreed-upon time, she had set up a studio space in the corner of her bedroom, closing the curtains to block the natural light and hanging old bed-sheets her mum had given her permission to use to create a neutral background. She hoped she might be able to use the editing software on her computer to replace them with a more interesting backdrop later on but even if that did not come off, they would do just fine. Her mum had also been kind enough to let her borrow her camera which could record better than her phone, on the condition that she be very careful with it indeed, and this was now set up on a tripod with a simple wired remote control trailing from it. Her mum had offered to help with the filming too but this was Jennifer’s project and she wanted to do as much of it as possible herself. The final half hour had been spent fixing her hair and putting on makeup in a style similar to Sidney’s, as she would be wearing the costume after all, but a little more subtle and with tones more suited to her autumnal complexion. Shortly before answering the door to Caroline she had put the boots on but the hat was still hanging on her wardrobe door.

“Can I see the pens?” Caroline asked as Jennifer fiddled with the camera. “Just to be sure?”

“Sure! They’re in the drawer of my night-stand!” the bathrobe-clad girl grinned and her model friend began to rummage, finding the packet among the half-used makeup, old phone chargers, novelty keyrings and other precious debris of the kind that tends to accumulate in such drawers. Caroline carefully read the back of the box and nodded in approval. “They’re the type body-painters use for fine detail.” Jennifer explained, having finished her final check. “What? Did you think I was going to scribble all over you with permanent marker or something?”

“Can’t blame me for wanting to be sure!” Caroline chuckled. “We’re going to the beach tomorrow and that could have made things kinda awkward! So,” she grinned, standing up, “we ready?”

“We sure are!” Jennifer giggled. “Get your kit off!”

“Uh-uh!” Caroline waggled her finger at her. “Remember our deal? You first!” Blushing a little, Jennifer undid her robe, not quite believing what she was about to do. She had changed in front of other girls of course and used the communal showers at school but that was quite different from just hanging out totally naked and, while she had posed in this outfit in front of the mirror when she was alone, she was not only about to bare all in front of her friend but would be filming it for posterity, with the intent to show it to her whole school! Turning her back coyly she slipped the robe off and hung it on the peg on the back of her bedroom door then put the hat on, adjusted it in the mirror and turned around.

“Ta-da!” she declared, holding her arms out and doing jazz-hands. “How do I look?”

“Good enough to eat!” Caroline laughed. “Okay, a deal’s a deal!” She pulled the thin straps of her loose-fitting dress over her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Jennifer could not help giving her friend’s preteen body an appreciative, appraising look. In truth, she was not really built for eating. Sidney, a hockey player for at least two years before she even thought of becoming meat, had been stockier, bordering on muscular, and her own figure was objectively similar. Although she had no real will or intention to do so, if she subjected herself to the same exercise and diet regime that Sidney had followed in her final years, Jennifer was confident that she could achieve a very similar body. Caroline on the other hand was lithe and slim, just on the edge of being thin. Hers was a very flexible, athletic body well-suited for posing and there was no doubt that she was objectively very attractive and would likely only become more so over the next few years, but, to put it bluntly, there was not a whole lot of meat on her! It occurred to Jennifer in that moment that, over the course of the relatively short amount of time she had been researching Sidney and the culture of cannibalism associated with her, she had subconsciously assessing her friends and even strangers in the street not by how pretty they were, how their hair looked or what she thought of their fashion sense, but by how it would be most suitable to cook them! She considered herself a potential spit-roaster, much like her new friend Sarah from the dance troupe, or perhaps as a good subject for butchering like Sidney herself but Caroline would be best suited to a stew pot to make the most of her lean meat.

“Everything okay?” Caroline raised an eyebrow. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a naked girl before? Pretty sure I have all the normal bits more or less where you would expect to find them?”

“Sorry!” Jennifer giggled, deciding in that moment that honesty was the best policy. “I was just picturing you in a stew pot!”

“My mum has floated the idea!” the slim blonde laughed. “But I think she’s waiting to see if I fill out a bit first then she can have me roasted like my cousin!” Jennifer’s eyes went a little wide. However many girls she saw cooked and eaten, the casualness with which potential meat-girls discussed their fate always stunned her.


“Hey, there’s three of you, aren’t there?” Jennifer teased. “You could do the classic Sidney’s trio! One in the pot, one on a spit and one in the oven?”

“Could do!” Caroline laughed. “Or just get one big strew pot and all get in, Mum too! But speaking of roasting, those are some pretty tasty drumsticks you’ve got there!” she looked pointedly at Jennifer’s thick thighs. “And, turn around for me! Let’s see how much junk you’ve got in the trunk!” Giggling, Jennifer turned and wiggled her bare rump at her friend. “Damn girl! I’m surprised your mum hasn’t had you on the spit years ago! Think she’s saving you for a special occasion or something?”

“Don’t go giving her ideas!” Jennifer chuckled, a little nervously.

“If you’re trying to avoid ending up on the menu,” Caroline folded her arms with a look of mock judgement on her face, “isn’t this whole project kinda tempting fate?”

“Somewhat!” Jennifer conceded with another, even less confident chuckle, “I suppose I am asking for trouble!” She brightened as she remembered the reason her friend was there and why they were both stark naked! “But not nearly as much as you’re gonna be when everyone sees you marked up for the butcher!” She made a show of licking her tips teasingly. Both girls giggled and got into position in front of the camera, Jennifer holding the black pen from the packet with the green within easy reach. Caroline stood in a relaxed pose with her arms by her side, ready to be used essentially like a mannequin. Compared to some of the poses she had been asked to strike and hold for the art club, this assignment was incredibly easy, requiring next to no effort on her part. Jennifer tried to put to the back of her mind the knowledge that she was about to film herself in her birthday suit to show to the whole school and tried to see what she was wearing, such as it was, as a costume, the way Sidney herself reportedly had. She stood facing the camera, the correct distance back that she had worked out was necessary to get herself properly in the frame, then used the toe of her boot to press the button that started the recording. Knowing that the footage would begin with a fade, she counted silently to three in her head before she started talking.

“While today,” she began with practised confidence, “we are all familiar with the many delicious ways to prepare girl-meat, whether whole or in part, chefs in Sidney’s day claimed not to know the best way to prepare her meat. I say claimed,” she grinned at the camera, “because let’s face it. Do girls’ bodies not just scream deliciousness? Are we really supposed to believe that everyone, or at least all of Europe and North America, spent the whole of the nineteenth, twentieth and first quarter for the twenty-first century resisting the yummy little temptations all around them? Well, however you slice it, pun intended,” she winked, “Sidney was the first girl to be legally butchered, cooked and eaten in the United States, leading to a cultural shift across the globe and changing our eating habits forever! For her harvest, she was parted out by an expert butcher into a number of different cuts as shown here.” She paused to give herself space to edit the publicity picture of Sidney marked up for the butcher into the video. “To demonstrate where these different cuts of meat are taken from on the body and to help all you aspiring meat-girls out there to know the proper names for all your meat, I am assisted here by my good friend Caroline!” She made an expansive gesture towards the other naked girl like a game-show hostess showing off the grand prize. Caroline grinned and waved. “So,” she popped the lid off the black pen with a flourish, “let’s get marking!”

Having studied the pictures in detail and practised on an old baby-doll over and over until she was confident, Jennifer began to draw dotted lines all over Caroline’s slim, toned body, asking her to move and turn as necessary. She got so into the activity, she all but forgot that she was naked herself. After all, Caroline was the focus of this scene, her body that was being marked up and highlighted. Once all the lines were drawn, she swapped the black pen for the green.

“Now,” she addressed the camera again, “let’s learn the names of all these absolutely scrumptious cuts!” With the green pen, Caroline still standing obediently, allowing herself to be used as a living canvas, Jennifer marked up her friend’s body with words like “Chuck”, “Brisket”, “Belly”, “Flank”, “Rump”, “Ham”, “Thigh” and of course, in smaller writing on the pleasing bulge above her neat slit, “Prime Fillet”.

“There we are!” Jennifer declared proudly, snapping the lid back onto her pen in a manner that could only be described as triumphant, “All ready to be parted out!” Caroline gave a twirl then a little bow before Jennifer tapped the button on the floor with her toe again and the recording faded to black.

“Wow! I really do feel like a piece of meat!” Caroline giggled, looking down at her thoroughly annotated body.

“Several pieces!” Jennifer corrected her teasingly. “Thanks so much for doing this!”

“Hey it was fun!” her friend assured her. “But would you mind if I used your shower before I leave?”

After showing her friend to the bathroom, desperately hoping that the pens were as washable as they claimed to be and kicking herself for not having done a small test earlier, before effectively graffitiing the other girl’s body from neck to toe, Jennifer put her robe back on and watched through the footage captured by the camera. Happy with what she saw, she transferred the video onto her laptop then checked her phone. To her surprise, there was a message from Sarah.

“Got any plans this evening?” the message read. Intrigued, Jennifer messaged back that she did not. “It’s not a dance night,” the reply came back quickly, “but I’m gonna be a mermaid at Sidney’s. There’s room for one more if you’re up for it? Free meal after!” Jennifer’s heart began pounding. Sarah had mentioned to her before that, while the dance troupe was exclusive with a stringent audition process and a long waiting list to even get considered, with many of the girls who did not succumb to the temptation of putting themselves on the menu using their membership as a springboard to lucrative and satisfying careers in dance and other performance art, the mermaid girls were often allowed to bring friends along to see if they enjoyed it, with a view to potentially becoming regular performers. All it took, as Sarah had put it, was a pretty face, confidence in the water and a willingness to get naked for a room full of strangers!

Her pretty face was something she was reasonably secure about and Jennifer had always been a strong swimmer, ever since she was little. Certainly swimming with the mermaid tail on would be a little different but she was sure she would get used to it quickly and it was not as if the ornamental lagoon was especially deep. But getting naked in front of a room full of strangers did give her pause. It was true that she had just filmed several minutes of footage completely naked which she intended to show to the school but the camera did allow for a degree of distance, of detachment. In the mermaid lagoon in the Sidney’s dining room, she would be only too aware of all the eyes on her, some no doubt wondering whether the mermaid habitat served the same function as a lobster tank in a seafood restaurant with the girls on display available to order. She was sure that must happen sometimes, a single diner or more likely a party trying their luck and asking to have one of the mermaids cooked for them, and she wondered how often the girls in question agreed.

“Do I have to learn any lines?” she replied. “Any particular lore we’re supposed to stick to?”

“Nah nothing like that,” came the quick reply, “some of the smaller kids will believe you’re real and ask you questions about what it’s like living in the sea, that sort of thing, but you can just give them whatever answers you think will make them happy. Of course some people might ask if they can order you but you just have to brush them off politely. ‘Not today, I’m afraid!’ usually does it. If anyone gets too insistent or starts really bothering you, you can just signal to one of the staff who will come over and step in, although it hardly ever comes to that!” Jennifer felt a little reassured. The more she thought about it, the less daunting it seemed. Certainly she would be functionally naked but she would be far from the only one and the meat-girls cooked publicly only feet away would be wearing significantly less! It is not even as if she and the other mermaids would be the focus of anyone’s attention, with the possible exception of the smaller diners Sarah had mentioned who might take them to be real. In reality, they would be the equivalent of a tank of tropical fish in any other restaurant or doctor’s waiting room – a pretty bit of decoration to add to the ambience that people barely even consciously noted.

“You’re on!” She messaged her new friend with a feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach, not to mention a distinct tingle between her legs. “Should I meet you there? What time? Do I need to bring anything with me?”

“Just some ID is fine,” Sarah replied, “and the phone number of one of your parents for their records. In case you have an accident or something. All pretty standard. Are you busy now?”

“Just finishing up something for my presentation.” explained Jennifer. “Why?”

“Well I’m going over to my Nanna’s first for lunch and I know she’s found some bits from back in the day she wants to share with you for your project. If your Mum or Dad doesn’t mind dropping you, you’re welcome to come over then she’ll drive us both in when it’s time. My Dad will give you a lift home after but he’s in work at the moment.”

“Sounds great!” Jennifer had typed and was just about to continue her message explaining that she had a friend there at the moment but that she would be leaving soon and as soon as she was gone, she would head over, but before she could finish her message, another from Sarah came through.

“Actually, quite a lot of the regulars are on holiday at the moment so they’re pretty short and it’s always a shame when the lagoon looks empty. Don’t suppose you have any other friends who might be up for it? They could either meet us there later or come for lunch with you?” Just at that moment, Jennifer heard the shower stop.

“Give me a minute,” she replied to Sarah, “but I think I might know just the person!”

“What are you grinning about?” Caroline asked, coming back into the room with a towel around her head but not a stitch otherwise, rubbing her hair dry. Jennifer was quite relieved to see that the pen had washed off as easily as promised and no trace of her markings were left on Caroline’s soft, peachy skin. Quickly, she explained about Sarah and her offer of being mermaids for the evening.

“I know you’re going to the beach tomorrow,” she smiled, “but you didn’t mention any other plans for today?”

“No,” Caroline agreed, “I didn’t make any as I wasn’t sure how long this was going to take.”

“So?” grinned Jennifer. “You up for it? Does kinda sound like your cup of tea, with the modelling you do and stuff? Might end up being a regular thing for you?”

“It does sound fun!” Caroline conceded. “Let me message my mum quickly and make sure she’s okay with me staying out.” Picking up her phone which she had left on the bed, she remembered her mum’s annoying habit of being slow to respond to messages so decided to call her instead. Luckily, she picked up quickly and had no objection to her daughter being a mermaid for the evening and enjoying the complimentary Sidney’s meal afterwards, on the condition that she did not complain about being tired on their outing the next day. Caroline agreed and the deal was done. Happily, Jennifer messaged Sarah to let her know that they would both be coming and to get her grandmother’s address.

“Awesome!” Sarah came Sarah’s reply. “The address is:” she typed out the house number, street name and post code, “It’s the one with the green door! See you in about half an hour? Oh and remember what I said about pressure lines before? Best take your panties off now!” Jennifer giggled, looking at her naked, freshly-scrubbed friend then down at her own naked body.

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem!” she replied with a winking emoji.

I can't wait to see where this leads to. Will Jennifer realise she's destined not only to talk about Sidney but to follow in her footsteps too. Can't wait to find out. 😁

>>28407
You'll have to wait and see! There's a way to go before we reach that point anyway :D

>>28389
That's the point!!! Good to see you again!!! Missed this place so much!

Love it so far!

I can't find it right now, but I seem to remember in one of the Sidney stories from the period during her campaign (maybe the one with the custom doll?), there was a line indicating that Sidney had been required to wear at least a bikini in her early TV interviews, but later on she was allowed to go on TV outfitted in "full Sidney" mode. If I'm remembering that correctly, it seems highly probable that Jennifer would eventually realize that Sidney also helped to normalize public nudity for young girls, which would certainly count as a significant change to the world.

Perhaps this would be an insight most easily gained by talking with someone who remembers those days, aka Nana?

>>28427
Yes you are absolutely correct! Also that is a very good idea about how to work that information in - I have a moment in mind already where the conversation would fit perfectly! I also plan on Jennifer later being given a pretty comprehensive archive of Sidney's appearances so she will be able to see the development of the "Sidney" character :D

Chapter Six (Part One)


“Do you mind if I borrow a brush?” Caroline asked, sitting down on Jennifer’s bed while the young brunette opened her wardrobe trying to find something suitable to wear. Her first instinct was just to put on one of her long night-shirts since she would be getting naked again almost as soon as she got to the restaurant and she was sure that Sarah’s grandmother, who had been a Sidney’s dancer herself and was very proud of the two subsequent generations of them that she had spawned would not be prudish if she seemed a little under-dressed but then she remembered that they would be having a meal afterwards, presumably in the restaurant itself if only on a quiet corner, so she wanted to make a bit of an effort. There was no need to dress as smartly as she had when she had gone with her parents but she wanted to feel good about how she looked while hanging out with her friends. In the end, she opted to put on a loose Summer dress very similar to the one Caroline had arrived in and take a bag with her white crop-top and the black jeans that she always thought made her butt look great! She also packed a small makeup bag.

“Do you want to borrow anything for later?” she asked Caroline as she handed her the hair-brush off her desk. “I don’t think we’re quite the same size but I might be able to find something?”

“Maybe some white leggings?” Caroline suggested. “Something I can wear under this?” She picked her dress up off the floor where it had lain since she had taken it off before the recording. “And I hope you won’t mind if I borrow some makeup?” Rummaging in a drawer, Jennifer managed to find some stretchy white yoga pants that would hopefully cling to Caroline’s less pronounced curves as well as they clung to her own.

Thinking they would go well with both outfits and help to put her in the right mood, Jennifer decided to wear her Sidney boots for the outing too and it was not long before both girls were respectably dressed and looking just like any other pair of preteens on a warm Summer’s day. It was only when they were all dressed and ready to go that it occurred to Jennifer that she should have checked with her mum first, not only if was alright to go out for the rest of the day but whether she would be willing to drive her and her friend to Sarah’s grandmother’s house. She was grateful that the two women had met before, when they had both been dining at Sidney’s, so there was not likely to be any issue with her mum wondering if the older lady could be trusted.

Luckily, when they got downstairs her mum was more than happy to give them a ride and was very happy to hear about the little adventure they had planned.

“You have your phones with you, right?” she smiled as the three of them headed out towards the car. “Make sure you send me some pictures of yourselves in your costumes!” Jennifer promised that they would. Just as they were getting in, Caroline hesitated, her hand on the door handle.

“Something wrong?” Jennifer asked.

“No,” Caroline giggled, “but it just occurred to me… This isn’t some trick you’ve cooked up to get me on the menu tonight, is it? If you really want to eat me, you only have to ask nicely!”

“Hmm, tempting offer!” Jennifer teased, “But no, I promise you this is just a modelling job. No need to read the forms they give you too closely before you sign them ‘though,” she winked, “and I’m sure those plans to rename the mermaid lagoon to the lobster tank were just an April fool!” She giggled again and Caroline stuck out her tongue, getting into the car. Soon they were on their way to the address Sarah had given them.

“Hey you made it!” Sarah beamed, answering the door before they had quite reached it. “I saw you getting out the car.” she explained as she gave Jennifer a hug. “Who’s this cutie?” she asked with a grin, turning towards Caroline. The younger blonde introduced herself and was given a hug too, quickly followed by a second one as Sarah’s grandmother came to the door.

“Lovely to see you again, dear!” she gushed as she embraced Jennifer.

“And you, Mrs…?” Jennifer realised that she didn’t know the kind lady’s name.

“Oh please,” the lady smiled warmly, “call me Liz! Come on in, I’ve got something fun to show you!” She showed them into the living room and Sarah sat down in the middle of the sofa, inviting her guests to sit either side of her. Sarah’s grandfather was sat in an armchair but stood up when the girls came in to shake their hands, introducing himself as Sam. “So, what would you like to see first?” Liz asked, standing next to the 75” TV on the wall pushing a pink memory stick into one of the slots of the side. She returned to her own arm chair and picked up the remote, trying to get to the relevant part of the menu to show the content of the stick. “Oh dear, can you do it?” she chuckled good-naturedly at her own technical inability and passed the remote to Sarah.

Happy to help out and as excited to see this content as Jennifer and Caroline were, even if she had seen more of it before a few years earlier, Sarah opened the menu. It showed a number of thumb-nail images, most of which were labelled with girls’ names and a date and, from what Jennifer could tell from the thumb-nails, were recordings of Sidney’s dance performances, but there was one that stood out as different.

“What’s that one?” she asked, leaning forward and pointing at the screen. “Bottom right?” The thumbnail showed some sort of crowd scene where lots of people were holding placards. The description read “BBC News 10/08/26”

“Ooh that’s my claim to fame!” Liz chuckled. “The time I was on national television! I don’t know how much research you’ve done into the history of Sidney’s as a business?” she asked, not wanting to patronise her granddaughter’s friend if she already knew what she was about to explain.

“Some,” Jennifer explained, “but not really a whole lot. I’ve more been focussing on Sidney herself as she’s what my project is supposed to be about.”

“Oh that’s perfectly okay!” Liz smiled, getting comfortable in her armchair. “Well because the UK parliament didn’t sit over the Summer back then, there were issues with getting all the relevant legislation passed in time for the first Sidney’s here to open on her birthday but they did manage to get some kind of emergency ruling through which allowed for girls who were already registered as meat in America to be imported to be cooked here. It wasn’t until September that actual British girls were allowed to get cooked.”

“Oh that’s interesting!” Jennifer tilted her head, intrigued. “What was your involvement? How did you end up on the news?”

“Ah!” Liz chuckled. “Well, you have to remember that the idea of eating girls was still quite a controversial idea back then. When it was announced that the first plane-load of meat-girls was going to be landing, word got out that some people were planning on holding a protest at the airport.”

“A protest?” Caroline exclaimed incredulously. “What were they hoping to achieve? Did they think the girls would just get back on the plane and go home?”

“From what I remember,” Liz chuckled ruefully, “some people thought they could rescue the girls and offer them some sort of asylum. They couldn’t get their heads around the idea that this was what the girls wanted!” All three of the young girls shook their heads. The world had changed so much in fifty years. “Anyway, a big counter-protest was arranged and all three of us begged our parents to be allowed to go. The news was there covering it, of course, and I got interviewed!”

“Ooh!” Jennifer exclaimed. “I’d love to see that! If you don’t mind?”

“Of course!” Liz beamed proudly. “Sarah, honey? Would you do the honours?” Sarah obliged and the thumbnail filled the screen for a second or so before being replaced with the image of a grey-haired man sat behind a desk in the studio, the BBC news logo in the bottom left-hand corner.

“...until the New Year.” the man finished whatever sentence he had been in the middle of when the recording was started. “And now we go to Shazia with a report about the conflicting demonstrations which have broken out in the car-park of Birmingham International Airport in response to the arrival of the first batch of girl legally classified as livestock to be served at the first of what promises to be many UK branches of the Roebuck Incorporated owned chain, Sidney’s Family Restaurant.”

Bumping so I can find this one as I intend to continue it this afternoon!

“Thank you, Martin.” The olive-skinned woman with long, dark hair which kept blowing into her face spoke into a hand-held microphone. “As you can see behind me, a great many people have shown up to offer support and encouragement to the girls who have been flown in today to be served up on the menu of this controversial new restaurant.”

The camera pulled back to show a little more of the scene. Temporary fencing had been set up, similar to that used when a Royal parade is due to pass, and pressed up against it were hundreds of well-wishers with all ages and genders represented but the overwhelming majority of them were young girls, many of whom were functionally naked, wearing nothing but a variation on Sidney’s trade-mark hat and boots, their private parts rather comically censored by blurring. Some of the others, either feeling less daring or perhaps under pressure from their parents, wore bikinis with their Sidney outfits while others wore either the hat and boots or just the hat over their normal clothes.

“Where are you?” Jennifer asked, scanning the crowd curiously. “I’m guess you were one of the naked ones, right?”

“I certainly was!” Liz chuckled. “We were just a bit further along. You’ll see us in a minute.”

The camera panned over the Many were holding hand-made signs with messages such as “WELCOME MEAT-GIRLS”, “BE DELICIOUS!” and “LOOKING TASTY!”as well as some declaring love for Sidney or borrowing some of her campaign slogans such as “GIRL MEAT = BEST MEAT!” At the end of the cordoned-off walkway was a coach with the Sidney’s logo and an air-brushed painting of Sidney Roebuck from the waist up, her bare chest also blurred for the TV despite the fact that her full-frontal nudes had, at the time, been prominently displayed on billboards, station platforms and bus shelters around the city, not to mention the ads in magazines and online.

“Were they really so fussy about nudity back then?” Jennifer asked, shaking her head in amusement. “Didn’t Sidney do all her interview naked? How did they cope with that?”

Those were generally shown later in the evening,” Liz explained, “or with a disclaimer both at the start of the programme and before her segment, warning viewers not to watch if they were likely to be offended. But remember, this was the news that everyone had tuned into to see what was going on in the world so I guess they were being more careful. I do remember some early interviews ‘though,” Liz chuckled, “where Sidney had to wear a bikini or even a top and some shorts, pink denim if I remember correctly, but somehow that looked far more indecent than simple nudity!” Jennifer giggled. It was true. Somehow, people trying to show off their bodies while hiding key parts of them at the same time often looked sexier than people who just had nothing on at all!

The footage now showed a smaller group of protestors, kept separated from the others and representing a distinctly older demographic, other than the few children who had been dragged along and at least had the decency to look embarrassed by the whole thing, especially the two girls, both around twelve or thirteen years old, who had been put front and centre, their forceful-looking mothers behind them, dressed in baggy jeans and loose-fitting hoodies, half-heartedly holding placards in front of their chests, one reading “I AM NOT FOOD” and the other proclaiming “PEOPLE ARE NOT PIGS!”. Behind them, the various adults held up signs with religious messages such as calls to repent or declaring “THOU SHALT NOT KILL” while others bore more general vegetarian slogans such as “MEAT IS MURDER!”

First the reporter approached this group and the camera pointed at the girl holding the sign declaring that she was not food who looked as if she was willing the tarmac of the airport car-park to open up and swallow her.

“You’re here today to protest the opening of the new Sidney’s restaurant, is that right?” The reporter angled her microphone towards the girl.

“Yes.” She replied a little awkwardly then, after a not-so-discrete poke between the shoulders by her mum, she repeated an obviously rehearsed sound-bite. “I don’t think it’s right that girls like me should be pressured into giving up their lives for someone else’s dinner.”

“But what if that’s what they want?” The reporter asked. “After all, Sidney herself spent years campaigning for the right to be food! All the girls arriving from America today have repeatedly confirmed that they want to be here and that they are looking forward to being cooked and eaten. What would you say to that?”

“Then it’s fine, I guess?” the girl shrugged. “If that’s what they want?” The reporter was about to address the camera when, clearly incensed, the woman in dark glasses with a haircut that sent managers everywhere running for cover, leaned over her daughter and grabbed hold of the microphone, yanking it towards her own face. Holding firmly onto it but realising this would probably make for some interesting television, the reporter gave the cameraman a small nod and focussed on the woman.

“To suggest that anyone,” the woman began her rant, “especially young girls at such an impressionable age, could actually want to be killed and eaten is perverted nonsense! Whatever kind of brain-washing was done to Sidney and all the poor girls they’ve already murdered in her name over there, we do not want it here!”

“Well you do appear to be in the minority!” The reporter tried unsuccessfully to conceal a smirk, pulling her microphone back to her own face and leaving the woman spluttering in impotent rage, likely far more upset about having her fifteen minutes of fame cut short than by the actual cause she had turned out to support. “Now,” the reporter and cameraman moved quickly away from the protestors, “let’s speak to some of those who have come here today to welcome the meat-girls!” They came to a stop in front of a trio of girls, all blonde and with their hair curled to resemble Sidney. All three were, of course, naked except for their hats and boots but were hidden between waist and knees by a banner they held between them, draped in front of the railing. Painted on a pink bed-sheet folded lengthways, it read “WE ♥ SIDNEY’S!”

“Hello, ladies!” the reporter grinned and the three girls waved excitedly at the camera.

“Is that you in the middle?” Jennifer asked, feeling oddly star-struck to see someone she knew in this piece of historical footage.

“Got it in one!” Liz chuckled. “I’ve put all our photos from that day on the drive for you too. The ones that I still had, of course. It was quite a long time ago after all!” Jennifer smiled gratefully. “Oh and don’t worry!” Liz added with a cheeky twinkle in her eye. “No blurring on those ones! You get to enjoy us in all our youthful glory!” Jennifer giggled and turned her attention back to the television where the reporter had just asked the sisters how they felt about Sidney’s opening in the UK.

“It’s so cool!” young Liz gushed. “We can’t wait to go there! We’ve been following Sidney’s campaign since the start,” Jennifer did a quick mental calculation and found this distinctly unlikely but forgave the figure of speech, possibly misspoken in the enthusiasm and excitement of the moment, “and it’s so awesome that they’re opening the restaurant here too! We just had to come out and welcome the first girls who are going to cook here! Lucky brats!” The way she delivered that last word made it sound like she had tripped over her own teeth a little and she recovered with a giggle as the reporter turned back to the camera.

“I was about to say bitches!” Liz confided with a laugh. “I remember that moment distinctly! I caught myself just in time!” The reporter handed back to the studio and the clip ended. “You can take this home with you, of course,” Liz smiled, “there’s far more here than we can get through in one afternoon! I’ll go fetch us some sandwiches and then we can watch some of the dances but are there any other news clips that catch your eye first? I tried to keep most of them back in the day.”

“What’s that one?” Jennifer asked curiously, pointing to a thumbnail dated a few months before the footage they had just been watching, nearer to the beginning of the year. It showed Orin Roebuck, Sidney’s dad, sat in some sort of studio opposite a woman in a smart suit. It looked like the setup for an interview.

“Oh yes!” Liz nodded a little quietly. “That was an interview he did on British TV when construction started on the first Sidney’s here, talking about what he had needed to do to get permission and how the plans were coming along. Only, in the news around that time, there were stories about this one man who seemed to know a lot of rich and powerful people and would invite them to party on his island. Now, I’m not saying that he wasn’t a bad man and that nothing bad ever went on on that island of his but, as always seems to be the way, the conspiracy theorists got hold of the story and soon all the tired old nonsense that seems to get recycled every twenty years or so was being regurgitated as if this time it really was fact and the people who had been called crazy for believing it before had been right all along! Of course, as one of the world’s wealthiest men whose daughter had been openly butchered and eaten, people started to ask questions about Mr Roebuck and whether Sidney’s campaign had really been her own idea or the result of some kind of pressure from the island man and his friends. I’m afraid I’d just been channel-hopping when I caught this,” Liz explained apologetically, “so I didn’t catch the beginning of the question and was fumbling to start recording it for my collection which is why it cuts in kinda awkwardly but I think you’ll get the gist.” Jennifer leaned forward, intrigued, as Liz set the clip going then left the three girls alone to watch it while she went to the kitchen.

“...for many years,” Mr Roebuck was saying as the recording began, “of course I did! It was kinda hard not to since we knew a lot of the same people and yeah, I went to the island a few times, so did my sons. Nice place, pretty beaches, lots of sunshine, what’s not to like? Did I ever see anything bad going on there? No, of course I didn’t else I’d have said something. But it’s not like I was there all the time and the one thing all these nut-jobs online seem to be missing is that Jeff knew a lot of people. He had a lot of friends. And secrets only stay secret if not too many people know them! So sure, maybe all kinds of sketchy crap was going on on that island but not all the time and certainly not when I was there!”

“But what do you say,” the interviewer pressed, “to those who draw a parallel between your daughter’s campaign and what is alleged by some to have taken place on the island? Surely you understand why some are asking whether Sidney may have been used as some kind of pawn by powerful elites to normalise behaviour they enjoyed which the general public, until very recently, considered abhorrent?”

To the surprise of the watching girls, far from looking awkward or defensive, Orin Roebuck chuckled a little and leaned back in his chair with the confident air of a man who knows he has already won the debate.

“Okay,.” he gave a little chuckle. “To those people, I want to make two points and, once I do, I’m sure they’ll realise how silly their questions are, okay?” The interviewer nodded wordlessly but gestured for him to go ahead. “Firstly,” he explained, “we’re back to the nature of secrets. Why do you think it is that the Rich and Powerful,” he adopted a rather sarcastic voice and made air-quotes are these last two words, “do things in secret that they would not be able to do openly? It’s because they can! Their money and status protects them from consequences, or so the logic goes anyway.” He paused for a moment as if collecting his thoughts. “It’s the secrecy that makes it fun! The idea that they can do something that nobody else can because they’re just that special.” He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. “So let’s just suppose for a moment that Jeff did have an exclusive little dining club on his island where kids were served up, why on God’s beautiful green Earth would those people want everyone to start doing it? If every city in first America then eventually the whole world has a friendly, welcoming, reasonably-priced restaurant where an average Joe and his family can treat themselves to a meal of delicious Girl-meat, there’d be nothing special about their little club any more and that’s the last thing they’d want!” He sat quietly for a few beats, allowing his point to sink in.

“The second point is more personal.” he continued. “I’ve honestly lost track of how much I spent on Sidney’s campaign. Not just the publicity but the legal challenges, academic research grants… I had a whole team dedicated to it for four years with a budget of whatever they needed. Quite aside from that, I endured the question, the incredulity, the accusations… I got, and sometimes still do get called all sorts of things because of my support for my little girls. I spent millions on helping her realise her dream and on the chain of restaurants in her name that, when everything is taken into consideration, won’t start turning a profit for me for at least ten years, probably closer to fifteen, and why knows if I even have that many years left! Now let me ask you this.” He leaned forward in his seat and directed his words straight into the camera rather than towards the interviewer. “If my little girl had come to me and told me she wanted nothing more in the world than to get eaten, and I knew of a discrete and wealthy organisation that liked serving up little girls to its members, heck if I were a member of such a group myself, do you not think it would have been far easier for me to introduce her to them and just announce to the world that she died in a tragic skiing accident or fell of the yacht and drowned? Why would I spend at least the equivalent of what would have been her inheritance on getting her the legal right to be eaten if I had a friend who could have cooked her privately then asked the world to respect my family’s privacy at this difficult time?” He sat back in his chair and held out his hand expansively, palms upwards. “Would that make any kind of sense at all?”

“Thank you for the detailed response, Mr Roebuck.” The interviewer nodded thoughtfully. “I am sure you have given those with questions a lot to think about. So,” she smiled, “when can we expect England’s first Sidney’s to open its doors?” The interview continued for another three minutes or so but did not really cover anything the Jennifer did not already know. When it was over, Sarah picked up the remote and put on one of the videos from when her Nan was a member of the dance troupe.

“My goodness!” Liz chuckled, walking back into the room with a tray of sandwiches, a big packet of crisps to share and an assortment of fizzy drink cans from the fridge. “I did have a lovely rump back then, didn’t I? Almost as lovely as Sarah’s!

They enjoyed the sandwiches and watched several more of the videos before Liz pointed out the time and said that they should be heading to the restaurant soon. She retrieved the memory stick from the back of the TV and gave it to Jennifer who stashed it away carefully in her bag. Soon they were in the car on the way to Sidney’s.

“Have fun, girls!” Liz wished them in the parking lot as they all piled out. “I’d offer to join you but I don’t want to put people off their dinners!”

“Oh Nan!” Sarah giggled, leaning in through the driver’s side window to give her a kiss. “You look great for your age!

“Sweet of you to say!” laughed Liz. “But I’ve had my time in the spotlight! Time for you to enjoy yours!”

“Thanks, Nan.” Sarah smiled warmly. “You okay to pick us up later?”

“Of course!” Liz beamed. “Now go make everyone hungry for surf’n’turf!” Giggling, the three girls went inside where Sarah introduced them to the receptionist and got them both registered and signed in as temporary entertainers.

“So, where do we get changed?” Jennifer asked as Sarah led the way towards the back of the reception ahead, behind the shop.

“Through here.” The confident young dancer pushed open a door that read “STAFF ONLY” and ushered them inside. The room was a typical locker room similar to a school or gym only smaller and tiled all over in rather classy grey granite. There were black-fronted storage lockers along one wall with combination pads rather than keys, a row of sinks and mirrors, some toilet cubicles off to one side, an open shower area with six heads arranged across three walls, dispensers of soap and conditioner mounted on the walls and a number of benches. By the door they had come in through, Jennifer noticed a button that said “Mermaid Assistance”. At the end of the row of lockers there seemed to be a cupboard but, other than the toilets, there were no privacy cubicles.

“So, what do we do first?” Caroline asked.

“Get naked, of course!” Sarah grinned, starting the process. “Then a quick shower then I’ll show you how to get the costumes on.” Since none of the girls had worn very much to begin with, there was not a whole lot to take off. Jennifer was sitting on one of the benches pulling her boots off when a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties came in and headed straight for one of the lockers. She smiled at them briefly as she passed but was clearly in a hurry. Not meaning to look but finding herself intrigued, Jennifer watched as the women shoved her light jacket into a locker and pulled out a pink uniform polo-shirt. She then pulled her own outdoor top off, revealing a cute black bra underneath, and put the uniform shirt on before spritzing herself with a bottle of Febreeze from her locker and heading back out.

“So this is the locker room for all the women who work here?” Caroline asked, now fully nude once more and folding her clothes carefully. “Not just the entertainers?”

“Did you see a lady on the door?” Sarah giggled. “It’s for everyone!” Just at that moment, as if to illustrate her point, two young men came in, chatting and laughing together before performing a similar act to the woman, one changing into a pink shirt like hers and one into the black uniform of the kitchen staff. The kitchen worker gave the three naked girls a smile and friendly salute as they headed out to start work.

“Wow!” Jennifer gasped. “Everyone shares one locker room? And we’re just stood her naked?”

“I dance naked on the stage twice a week!” Sarah reminded her. “Although in fairness we change somewhere else for that. We’ve got a room behind the stage I’ll show you later if there’s time! But yeah,” she grinned at her rather shocked-looking friends, “sorry if you didn’t realise but the mermaid costumes don’t exactly leave anything to the imagination!”

“Oh I know!” Jennifer quickly confirmed, feeling a little silly. “It’s just… well, being in a locker room feels different!”

“Trust me!” Sarah grinned as they all chose vacant lockers and stashed their belongings away safely, using easy to remember codes to lock the doors. “You don’t have anything that the staff here haven’t seen before! I guarantee it!” Giggling together, realising that Sarah was right, the trio made their way into the showers for a quick rinse off to freshen up and to get their hair wet as Sarah explained this would make it easier to get the mermaid wigs on. Once they were washed and dried by the blasts of hot air by the shower area’s entrance, Sarah showed them the cupboard where the mermaid costumes were kept.

“To the boys ever shower in here too?” Caroline asked curiously. “Like, after their shifts?”

“Oh yeah!” Sarah grinned. “You can get a pretty good show if you time it right and I’ve never known one of them turn down a blow-job, especially after a long shift prepping girls in the kitchen, if that’s your bag?” She winked and Caroline blushed a little. “Right!” she pulled open the cupboard and showed them the rack of colourful costumes. “What colour does everyone want?”


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“Can I go for the red, please?” Jennifer asked, reaching out and stroking the beautiful, shimmering tail. She had thought up close they might not look so special but it looked just as pretty as what she had seen before. Hollywood quality, even!

“Sure!” Sarah grinned. “What about you?”

“Um, green for me, please!” Caroline smiled.

“Great choice!” Sarah nodded approvingly. “And I’ll take the purple!” She reached past her naked friends and took down the three costumes on their hangers and passed them out.

“Sorry!” a young woman in the kitchen uniform came in, pulling her shirt off already and heading towards the showers. “Don’t mind me!” She tossed her top onto one of the benches, unhooked her bra, kicked off her shoes then pulled down her trousers and underwear in a single motion. Seeing how casually the Sidney’s staff treated their own nakedness made Jennifer relax a little and, as they heard the sound of the shower starting up, Sarah grabbed what looked like sheets of stickers from a shelf in the cupboard, closed it up and took them over to a bench closer to the door they had come in through.

“It’s a good idea to be near the button!” she laughed by way of explanation. “I learned that the hard way!” She showed them how to take the adhesive strips from the sheets, which also contained twinkly, stick-on patches of scales in their respective colours, and to position them inside the rim of the tails. Then then pulled them on and she showed them how to stick them in place just so. The effect was undeniably striking! The front of the tail was designed to form around the vulva, leaving it exposed, then coming high up the sides to above the hips. Around the back, it clung to the tops of the legs, cutting into slightly and lifting the buttocks which were also left exposed. It was a clever design, Jennifer thought. Not only did it leave the interesting and appetising parts of the performer’s body exposed but it made the transition gradual, making it appear as if the human part of her body morphed gradually into the fish rather than the straight line at the waist that most costumes and pictures created. Once she was happy that it was properly fitted, Jennifer lifted her legs and gave the shimmering tail an experimental swish. Caroline did likewise, both finding themselves quite enchanted by the results, then they put on the wigs.

“Do these go anywhere particular?” Caroline asked, looking at the sheet of light green stickers.

“Not really.” Sarah explained, peeling off two of her strips and sticking them pointing towards each other either side of her belly button. “Wherever you think they look good really! Just don’t cover up any of the good stuff!” she winked. “Aww crap!”

“What’s wrong?” Jennifer asked, concerned.

“Forgot the makeup! Damn! How am I going to…” She looked in frustration at the ten meter stretch of floor between themselves and the cupboard which, in the mermaid tail, might as well have been ten miles. Just then, as if in answer to prayer, the young woman came out of the shower, towelling herself off. “Oh, excuse me!” Sarah called to her. The naked worker who Jennifer guessed to be in her early twenties paused and smiled at them.

“Everything okay, babe?” she asked in a kind voice.

“Yeah, sorry to bother you!” Sarah smiled apologetically. “But I left the makeup box in the cupboard and, well…” she swished her tail by way of explanation and gave another lopsided smile. “Would you mind?”

“Of course not!” the woman chuckled, wrapping the towel around her head but otherwise remaining as naked as any meat-girl as she went and collected the plastic container they needed which also contained a couple of hand-held mirrors. They all thanked her as she went to get dressed and, only a few minutes later, they were all wearing lipstick and eye-shadow that matched their costumes.

“Um, how do we get it off if it’s waterproof?” Caroline asked, the realisation hitting her after admiring her reflection for a few moments.

“Oh there’s wipes for that, don’t worry.” Sarah smiled. “Okay, everyone ready?” The nodded and she reached up and pressed the “Mermaid Assistance” button. “Now we just wait and hope that they’re not too busy in the kitchen!” she laughed. Fortunately, they were not waiting long before a rather handsome young man in the black uniform of the kitchen staff came in pushing a steel serving trolley.

“Someone call for a ride?” he grinned before realising how many of them there were. “Oh! Three of you? Let’s see…” Sarah and Carline giggled as he lifted them under their arms and sat them on the trolley, Sarah on the end and Caroline closer to him, side by side but facing in opposite directions so their tails would not get in each other’s way. Jennifer assumed that he would drop them off and come back for her so was just preparing herself to wait on her own and hoping it would not take too long when he scooped her up but instead of putting her on the trolley, held her against his hip with his arm under her rump and his hand on her thigh. “Better hold on!” he winked and she put her arms around his neck, the other girls shooting her looks of jealous admiration.

Manoeuvring the trolley with one hand, the young man backed out of the changing room and crossed the lobby to the dining area. A small girl with her parents, dressed prettily so clearly there to eat rather than be eaten, gasped and pointed in delight as she saw them so all three waved at her and blew kisses, Jennifer having to hold on a little tighter with her other arm so the helpful young man wouldn’t drop her, which would have been beyond awkward and embarrassing but just the kind of thing she could see happening to her!

It was early yet so the dining room was nearly empty. Sarah had explained that, for this early part of the evening that they were covering, it would mostly be old couples and families with young children. The first batch of girls in the public cooking area were already on and, from the look of the spit-roaster, not far off being ready to serve. No others were waiting to take their place just yet but Jennifer was sure it wouldn’t be long.

“Here we are, ladies!” the man smiled, reaching over the railing and sliding Jennifer carefully into the water first before assisting the other two. “Have fun!” The water felt warm and soft somehow, like the water in a natural warm spring she experienced once on holiday.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” Sarah smiled, dipping her shoulders under and treading water beside her. “Like a spa treatment all by itself! There’s something in the water,” she explained, “chalk or something, so it feels nice to relax in. Just don’t drink any if you can help it!” She contorted her face in a comical demonstration of someone experiencing a bad taste and the two newcomers giggled. “Tastes like that stuff your grandma gives you when you have a stomach ache!” she laughed. Soon they were all swimming around, quickly getting used to how their tails worked, and enjoying the relaxing bath while breathing in the delicious aroma of roast girl.


To be continued...

“Look Mummy!” the little girl who had waved at them in the lobby came running over, eyes filled with wonder. She gripped the polished brass railing and gazed at the colourful trio with a look of pure delight.

“Oh they’re ever so pretty, aren’t they!” Her mum smiled, standing behind her with her hands on her shoulders. “I hoped they would be here today!” Almost as enchanted by the little girl as she seemed to be by them, Jennifer swam over to her and trod water near the railing like Sarah had shown her. The wall of the lagoon was clear so the graceful movement of her tail was clearly visible to the small girl who was barely tall enough to peep over the edge.

“Hello there!” She smiled at the smaller child. “I love you dress! It’s the same colour as my tail, see?” She leaned back and playfully lifted the fins out of the water, giving them a little wiggle, then righted herself again. Being a mermaid, she was pleased to find, seemed to come quite naturally to her. The little one was dressed in a red velvet dress with a white lace trim that looked as if it might have been her outfit for a Christmas photograph a few months earlier and was likely considered her “best”. The child giggled happily.

“Red is my favourite colour!” she informed the mermaid cheerfully.

“Ooh mine too!” grinned Jennifer. “Have you come to enjoy a yummy dinner?”

“Oh yes!” the little one nodded emphatically. “That’s my big sister on the spit!” She pointed towards the golden-brown, slowly turning roast who Jennifer judged to be around nine or ten years old and clearly long dead. She thought it was probably wise that the parents had let this little cutie say goodbye to her big sister earlier then brought her to see her once she was already cooked and ready to serve – that way, she would not have to witness her in any potential pain or distress, or ask awkward questions about why she was moving that way on the spit as she inevitably humped it, chasing that final climax which was generally considered the right of any spit-roaster. All she would be her sister looking delicious, golden brown and ready to carve. “We’re going to see her now but I wanted to come see you first!”

“I’m glad you did!” Jennifer smiled warmly. “And your sister looks really yummy! Make sure you get a very tasty piece!”

“I will!” the little girl nodded. “Mummy and Daddy say I can have a slice of her bottom!” She giggled. “Oh, sorry! It’s called rump when a girl is cooked!”

“That’s right!” Jennifer grinned. “And it’s definitely one of the tastiest parts of any girl! Or mermaid!” she added with a giggle, doing a little dive to show her own off then resurfacing to find the little one grinning with delight.

“You have a very lovely bottom!” the girl told her, clearly meaning it as a genuine compliment. “I bet it would be yummy!”

“Oh I’m sure it would!” Jennifer giggled. “But I’m not on the menu tonight.”

“I hope mine is tasty!” the little girl mused, as if thinking out loud rather than addressing her new mermaid friend directly. “Mummy and Daddy are going to have me for Christmas dinner!” she informed her with a grin that clearly made it clear she considered this very good news indeed and was very much looking forward to it.

“Well I’m sure you’ll be a delicious turkey!” Jennifer grinned back. “Now go enjoy your yummy big sister! They do say girl-fed girl is best!” she reminded her. The little one waved and skipped off happily to join her dad who was currently photographing his delectable roast daughter on the spit before she was taken off for carving.

“Thank you!” The mum smiled, lingering behind for a few moments. “She absolutely loves mermaids and was so happy to see you all just now!”

“Aww it’s a pleasure!” Jennifer assured her, leaning back a little and wafting her arms. “Your other daughter looks delicious too! I hope you enjoy her!”

“I’m sure we will!” the woman smiled, glancing over at the rest of her family. “Thanks again!” Girls cooked in the public cooking area and served on the carvery were available to all diners, of course, but Jennifer knew that their families usually got a free or heavily discounted meal, depending on the number of diners, and first dibs on the meat when served. It seemed like a fair system. It might be possible for a family, especially if grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins etc. were invited to, to finish up a little one like the younger sister but a girl her own size or bigger was far too much meat for just a few people and was far more suitable for a big party with dozens of guests or to be served up at a restaurant like this.

Sidney herself had been butchered, of course, and her meat used to create many other dishes. Was that really what she had wanted? Jennifer wondered. Or some kind of compromise to help ease people into the idea? She was, after all, the first girl legally killed for her meat, at least in recent history, and seeing her turning on a spit or roasted whole in and oven like a turkey might have been too much for the public to handle? Perhaps, by substituting cuts of Sidney into dishes that would normally be made with pork, chicken, beef or even fish, it helped to cement the message that Girl was just another meat like any other.

Almost immediately afterwards, she knew from her research, the Roebuck chain of hotels had added a special “Sidney Selection” to their restaurant menus with a variety of dishes made from girl-meat and the option to substitute the meat of any other dish on the menu for Girl for a small surcharge, but these too had generally been normal dishes, with no real way to recognise what you were eating if you didn’t already know. Whole-roasts had been served there too, cooked alive like those now now offered at Sidney’s, but these had generally been for private, corporate bookings and not something the general public would have seen.

It was only with the opening of the first Sidney’s restaurant itself that girls were finally and unashamedly cooked and served in front of the public with no attempt to disguise or soften the origin of the meat, in fact with the whole-roasters in the public cooking area being considered quite a draw! Not to mention the naked girls who happily danced on the stage, posed as statues around the alcoves or, indeed, swam around pretending to be mermaids to remind the public exactly what was on the menu and make them hungry for Girl! Sidney’s was, after all, an establishment entirely dedicated to the idea of young girls as food. How was it that reporter had put it? A temple of celebration of the young female body? Something like that anyway!

She thought about the little girl who would soon be eagerly tucking into her sister. She did not look much older than five. Six at the absolute most. She was sure to be a delicious Christmas turkey and Jennifer found herself wondering if she had been desperate to follow in her big sister’s footsteps or whether her family had made the decision to eat her for their Christmas dinner and, when she found out, the big sister had been jealous and insisted on being allowed to volunteer at Sidney’s?


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“Cute little Barely, huh?” Sarah grinned, popping up behind Jennifer and grinning. “I think you were a hit!”

“Bailey?” Jennifer asked, surprised that her friend seemed to know this family. “Is that her name? Are they regulars or something?”

“No!” Sarah giggled. “Not Bailey, Barely! As in Barely Legal? It’s what we call girls who get cooked basically the second they’re eligible!”

“Oh, right!” Jennifer laughed. “Yeah, she does look cute and yummy! Do you get a lot of… Barelys?”

“Quite a few, yeah!” Sarah confirmed. “Especially when they have a big sister that’s been eaten already! You know how competitive little siblings can be!” Jennifer thought about her own friends who had little brothers or sisters and how obsessed they seemed to be with joining in with whatever “the big girls” were doing so she really shouldn’t be too surprised if that also extended to being cooked and eaten!

Over the following three hours, the restaurant did start to get busier and they saw two new batches of girls put on to cook, the artificial white rock formation that they could sit on affording them a great view of everything that went on in the cooking area. Before she left, the little future turkey came over to say goodbye and assured them that her sister had been yummy! Several other children, boys and girls, came over to watch them swimming, brushing their hair or just relaxing in the water or on the rocks, but it was the girls who really seemed entranced by them, along with some of the dads who accompanied their daughters “to make sure they didn’t get into trouble!”

Although she was not actually a meat-girl, Jennifer understood that many of the patrons would assume she was and she caught diners at many of the tables sneaking her and her friends hungry looks when they thought nobody would notice. It was interesting to get a perspective of being “on the other side of things”, as a member of the team rather than a customer, even if it was only a one-off. It also gave her just an inkling of what it must feel like to be next up to roast in the public cooking area, standing totally naked in front of all those hungry eyes, the whole room already imagining how you were going to taste!

The hours passed quickly in some ways but in others, Jennifer started to forget she had any other kind of life! It was like going on holiday where after the first night, it just feels normal, like that is your life, and your other life at home some kind of dream. She almost forgot that the tail was just a costume that she would be taking off soon, putting normal, human clothes back on. So immersive was the experience of being a mermaid that Jennifer found herself starting to believe it herself! The magic was shattered, however, when Sarah pointed out that their time was nearly up and that the next shift would be arriving to take over soon. Jennifer lay on her back, swishing her pretty red tail and looking up at the ceiling. Would it be so bad, she wondered, to stay here forever? To spend the rest of her life as a mermaid like a lobster in a tank and just wait for someone to order her?

“Come on, red!” She was startled out of her contemplations but the same kitchen worker who had brought them through to dining room before. “Time to go!” She felt strong arms reaching for her and she clung to him as he lifted her out of the water. Caroline and Sarah were already sat on a trolley, watching her and giggling, while two women in the pink uniform of the waiting staff delivered the next shift, two slightly older girl with modestly-sized but nicely formed little boobies that Jennifer could not deny looked very appetising. As before, the man carried Jennifer with one arm while pushing the trolley with the other.

The locker room was quite a lot busier this time than it had been earlier, with the early shift finishing and their replacements coming in. There certainly seemed to be a relaxed culture among the staff of Sidney’s and the mostly young, attractive staff seemed to have no issues with sharing a communal shower or changing space. Once he had dropped them off, Jennifer expected the man to leave them and go back to the kitchen but instead he lingered close by, watching as they took off their wigs and, instructed by Sarah, carefully teased the tape away from their skin. It seemed strange that he didn’t say anything but by that point in the evening, Jennifer and Caroline had overcome any feelings of modesty they might have arrived with and it seemed fairly unlikely that Sarah had even been born with any, given how she spent several evenings each week, and there was nothing threatening about his demeanour so they just accepted his presence. Maybe, Jennifer considered, he was just killing time, trying to wait as long as possible before going back to his actual work and was using “waiting to see if they needed anything else” as an excuse if anyone should challenge him.

“I’m Craig.” He introduced himself as Sarah handed out the makeup removal wipes and the girls started to clean off the brightly-coloured lipstick and eyeshadow. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, have I? Are you new?”

“Not really.” Jennifer smiled, realising suddenly that he was talking directly to her. “It is my first time, yeah, but I’m just helping out for tonight. It’s not going to be a regular thing.”

“Oh, right.” Craig nodded. “Pity. You seemed to be a natural out there!” Jennifer smiled, pleased by the compliment.

“I’m Jennifer, by the way.” She smiled up at him. “Or Jen. Or Red, if you prefer!” She added with a giggle.

“Very nice to meet you!” Craig grinned then looked a little more serious, anxious even.” Listen…” he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand awkwardly. “I’ve finished my shift now but my lift’s not coming for another, like, twenty minutes so, if you wanted...” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean, if you like we could…” Jennifer looked up at him curiously, her heart beating fast as she remembered what Sarah had told her earlier and anticipated what he was about to ask. “I’ve got time for a shower,” he blurted out finally, “If you’re up for it?”

“She’d love to!” Sarah answered for her before Jennifer could even fully process the question. “In fact, we were all going to freshen up now, weren’t we, ladies?” Caroline nodded, giggling, while Jennifer stared at the handsome young man who had propositioned her. She was under no illusions, of course. She knew he was not asking her to go steady or anything but still, it was her he had taken a liking to and she that he was asking to join him in the shower.

“Um… yeah!” She blushed, living up to her mermaid nickname. “Sure! If you like!”

“Great!” Craig winked at her. “I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”

“How about I meet you in the shower?” Jennifer suggested, starting to feel more confident and excited for what was about to happen. To her surprise, Craig leaned down, pulled her towards him with one hand on the back of her head and the other in the small of her back then kissed her very deeply. There was something incredibly arousing about being naked and vulnerable in his strong arms while he was still fully closed. She gasped as the kiss ended and he gave her a playful slap on the behind.

“Deal!” he grinned. “See you there!”


To be continued...

Back in her bedroom later that evening, the taste of the girl-burger still lingering on her tongue and the memory of what had happened in the shower floating around her subconscious like a happy dream, Jennifer opened her computer. Of course her parents had wanted to hear all about her outing when Sarah’s Nan, Liz, had dropped her home and she had happily told them all about the memory stick Liz had prepared to help her with her project, the mermaid costumes and how the little children had reacted to her and about the complimentary meal afterwards but she had kept the little episode in the locker room to herself. Not because she was afraid her parents would be upset, she honestly wasn’t sure how they would react, but because it felt private, special, something just for her and not to be shared.

Craig had been so gentle, almost loving, in the way he had washed her all over as they stood naked together in the communal shower, her two friends watching not so discretely from the far side and various other workers refreshing up either before or after their shifts. He was a kitchen worker, she remembered, responsible for preparing and helping to cook dozens of girls every week! It was no wonder his hands felt so experienced, knew how to make her feel good! If this was the experience the girls in the kitchen got, then it almost seemed worth getting cooked!

He hand not pushed her down, not forced her or been at all rough but, once her was done washing her, Craig hand taken her hand and guided it to his erect manhood, the part of his body she had been trying to to stare at but could not avoid noticing. Like everything else about him, it seemed perfect! Long and thick without being ridiculous, the perfect complement to his broad chest and toned stomach with its sculpted abs. She had stroked it a little, trying to act like she knew what she was doing, like Craig was just the latest in a long line of handsome young men she had pleasured rather than her first. Glancing over at her friends, she had seen Sarah pointing down, encouraging her to kneel, then performing an unmistakable mime with her fist next to her mouth and her tongue pushing out her cheek.

Her heard beating fast, Jennifer had knelt down on the warm tiles so that her head was level with Craig’s waist then she had taken him in her mouth, licking and caressing with her tongue before closing her lips around the shaft and slowly moving up and down, taking him as deep as she dared without gagging. Despite her inexperience, she must have been doing something right because she heard Craig groaning with pleasure as he stroked her wet hair with one hand and steadied himself against the wall with the other. She had noticed his breathing get faster too, and rather then simply standing still while she moved, he had begun to thrust a little so that she had to keep jerking her head back to avoid being choked. Then, all of a sudden, there had felt a powerful jet of thick, hot cream shooting into her mouth and down the back of her throat. Instinctively, she had gulped it down and continued licking and sucking until she had cleaned up every last drop. Craig had then helped her to her feet and kissed her again, deeply and with passion, loving the taste of his own ejaculate in her mouth.

“Guess I’d better get going!” He had smiled, stroking her hair and looking lovingly into her eyes. “Catch you later, Red!” He hand winked at her and blown a kiss then left the shower to get dressed and meet his friends. The other girls had rushed over to congratulate her, compliment her on her technique and ask how it had felt then they had all dried off, made themselves presentable again and gone out into the restaurant where the teen mermaids were now lovely the attention of the other diners to enjoy the free meals they had earned with their efforts.

But now she was home and it was time to make use of the day’s experiences. She had collected a lot of research and gained what she felt was quite a good, well-rounded understanding of Sidney Roebuck and what made her tick but now it was time to give her research some structure. The easiest way to start, she decided, would be to make a time-line of Sidney’s life and try to slot all that she had learned about her into it, as well as notable events going on in the world as a whole that may well have influenced and impacted her. Opening a fresh document, she decided to begin at the beginning.

“August 15h 2010,” she wrote, “Sidney Dorothy Roebuck is born, youngest child and only daughter of Orin Roebuck and Dorothy Mansfield-Roebuck. Her mother died hours later from complications during the birth.” Thinking this felt like a bit of a bummer, especially to start a presentation with, Jennifer deleted the sentence about Sidney’s mum dying and added a little more exposition so that the sentence now read, “youngest child and only daughter of hotel billionaire and industrialist Orin Roebuck and his wife, the famous Hollywood actress Dorothy Mansfield-Roebuck to whom Sidney always credited her good looks!” Much better! A Much more upbeat start.

Carefully, referring to her notes from the biographies and various interviews, she pieced together the timeline of significant events in Sidney’s life, mostly to do with her campaign and the landmarks within it, the small victories and legal battles which had paved the way for its ultimate success.

“August 15th 2022,” she wrote, “Sidney becomes the first person in recorded history to win the legal right to be slaughtered for her meat and eaten.” Jennifer felt proud of her use of the word “slaughtered” rather then “killed” as it carried connotations of livestock and butchery, something that happened to animals raised for food. “Her dream became reality the very same day, her twelfth birthday, and her meat was prepared by the various chefs she had personally interviewed and chosen.”

Although this was when Sidney had died, however, it was far from the end of her story. If anything, it formed something of a mid-point in the narrative as the ruling that had allowed her to achieve her dream was far more than just a personal victory. It set a legal precedent and opened a door for others who wished to follow in her footsteps, truly changing the world.

“August 15th 2024,” Jennifer added another landmark on her timeline, “the first Sidney’s restaurant is opened in Los Angeles, California. Close to the Roebuck International Hotel where Sidney was prepared and her meat served on what would have been her fourteenth birthday.”

“August 16th 2026, the first Sidney’s restaurant is opened in the UK.”

There, she thought, looking at the bullet-points and brief expositional notes covering sixteen years. That seemed to be the bones of what she wanted to cover. Wanting to flesh things out, she began to add in little details about Sidney’s older brothers, Alexei and Hunter, and what role they had played in Sidney’s campaign and its aftermath, with Alexei eventually taking over the entire Roebuck organisation from his father and Hunter becoming head of the Sidney’s brand in Britain and Europe. Another interesting character in Sidney’s story that she wanted to discuss was Martha, the woman who had been Sidney’s personal assistant throughout her campaign and probably the closest thing she had to a mother. This, she realised, would be a good way to explain about Sidney’s actual mother dying soon after she was born without making the story too sad.


To be continued...

Speaking of Martha, Jennifer was sure there had been an interview with her on drive that Liz had provided. She fished it out of her bag and slotted it in then brought up the list of contents. Sure enough, near the bottom of the list was a file labelled “Martha Sawyer Q&A 12/05/2046”. Jennifer noticed the date – over twenty years after Sidney’s harvest! Referring to her notes, she realised this would have been around the same time that Martha’s book about Sidney as she knew her had come out so this was likely some kind of interview or promotional appearance related to that. She opened the video file and began to watch.

From context, it was clearly a segment on some kind of children’s magazine show, the type that mix cartoons, interviews with current celebrities, music videos, competitions and sketches over the two or three hour runtime of each episode. Martha, by then well into her seventies, still looked pretty great! Her Features didn’t seem to have changed all that much from the pictures and footage Jennifer had seen of her with Sidney and during the time she worked for her, but her auburn hair had turned almost pure white with just a few elegant streaks of silver. She was dressed in a smart, white trouser-suit and was sitting looking quite relaxed, with one leg crossed over the other, in a rather luxurious-looking leather swivel chair next to the host in a matching one while an audience of children sat in a semi-circle in front of them.

“Thank you for being with us today, Martha.” The energetic host, a young man in a loud shirt greeted her, introducing the segment. She smiled graciously at him. “As I’m sure you all know,” the host addressed the camera, “Martha was Sidney Roebuck’s right-hand woman and number one supporter all the way through her campaign and, once the Sidney’s restaurant chain launched, she became head of marketing until she retired last year. She’s just released a book all about Sidney and she’s flown all the way from Texas in the USA to speak to us here today! Now, Martha,” he turned back to his guest, “perhaps you’d like to tell us a little bit about your book then the audience have some questions for you. We have no idea in advance what they’re going to ask and I’m just here in case you need anything repeating or help to explain something but really this is their time to ask whatever they like. Is that okay?”

“Of course!” Martha grinned out at the audience. “As long as none of you are planning on asking me any complicated maths questions?” She raised an eyebrow and the audience of children laughed, clearly liking her already. “Okay, so, you may wonder why the world needs another book about Sidney.” She picked up a hardback copy of her own book, identical to the one Jennifer had on her night-stand, and held it visibly for the camera. “There are, after all, at least a dozen out there about her and her campaign. But all of those, you see, are about the public figure. The glamorous celebrity the world knew, with only the basic biographical details of the rest of her life. I wanted the world to know the Sidney that I knew! The smart, driven tom-boy who loved hockey and reading and slobbing around in baggy jeans with her hair in a messy bun or simple pony-tail. That was my Sidney and I thought it was time to share her with the world!”

“It sounds like a great read!” the host enthused. “And I hope everyone watching at home will want to order this book once they’ve heard your interview and I believe you’ve brought us some signed copies to put in our competition today?”

“I certainly have!” Martha grinned, setting the book down on her lap and patting the cover. “Now,” she turned back to the audience, “who has the first question?” A black boy in the front row wearing glasses and a smart shirt put his hand up. “Yes!” Martha smiled warmly. “What’s your name, honey?”

“I’m Richard.” the boy answered.

“Well go ahead, Richard.” Martha encouraged in a kind tone. “What would you like to ask me?”

“What was Sidney’s favourite thing to eat?”

“Oh an excellent question!” Martha nodded thoughtfully. “Well that really did depend what mood she was in and where she was. Of course she had to do her best to stay in good shape for the cameras but everyone’s allowed a cheat-day now and then, aren’t they?” She winked and the audience giggled. “Let’s see, she was a big fan of grilled chicken. That’s what she would normally order if we went somewhere fancy. At home she loved mac’n’cheese but if she really wanted to treat herself it was always the triple Baconator burger from Wendy’s! Too bad she never got to try the Sidney Stack Girl-burger!” she grinned. “As I’m sure she’d have absolutely loved that!” Richard grinned, apparently satisfied by this answer.

“Who’s next? Yes, honey!” She looked at a pretty blonde in T-shirt with the Sidney’s logo. Her long, straight hair was tied back in a neat ponytail and she had an intelligent look about her. “What’s your name and what would you like to ask me?”

“I’m Samantha.” the girl smiled. “In your book there are lots of pictures of Sidney in her normal life, away from the cameras, and you mentioned just now she liked wearing baggy jeans and wasn’t fussy about her hair. I was wondering where her public image came from?”

“Ah yes!” Martha smiled. “A very good question indeed! Well, you see, for any campaign to be successful, it needs two things. A clear message and a public face. No matter how many people are working behind the scenes, there always has to be one person or mascot that everyone instantly associates with the idea. Now, believe it or not, Sidney was actually rather shy and reserved in real life. She didn’t have many close friends her own age, although she was generally well-liked, and preferred hanging out with adults. Maybe because her brothers were so much older than her, I’m not sure. Anyway, we needed to craft this very ordinary, not that I mean that in a bad way,” she added quickly, “girl into an icon that everyone would recognise instantly while also allowing Sidney to have her privacy. She needed to be recognised on posters and TV but ignored on the street. With me so far?” The girl nodded.

“Great! So, at the start of her campaign, before I got involved and before anything was really official, she had been putting out short videos on sites like Instagram and TikTok asking what was so wrong with the idea of cannibalism and stating that she could not be the only girl out there who wanted to be eaten. In one of these, the last one she made without my help, she had appeared naked with meat-cuts drawn on her body and the different parts labelled to show that a girl was just like any other meat-animal. She’d got the idea, rather ironically,” Martha chuckled, “from some old vegetarian propaganda posters where famous actresses and models would pose nude and marked up like a butcher’s chart, their private parts discretely hidden of course as people were a lot more sensitive about that sort of thing back then, trying to put people off the idea of eating meat by saying that it was no different from eating a person!” The children in the audience giggled, amused by how this line of reasoning seemed to have backfired.

“Anyway,” Martha continued, “when we first began discussing how she should present to the public, Sidney had wanted to go with this idea but I wasn’t so sure it was such a good idea for a couple of reasons. First of all, it didn’t really fundamentally change anything about how she looked. If you held up the video next to the regular eight year old, as she was back then, you’d see they were clearly the same person. Now up until that point, her life had been fairly sheltered and she wasn’t too aware of things like press intrusion. The school she went to was full of the children of other billionaires, Hollywood actors, politicians, tech giants and high-ranking military officers. In other words, everyone’s parents were somebody.” She made air-quotes around this last word. “So Sidney didn’t really stand out but if she was going to become a celebrity in her own right, I knew we had to disguise her a little more so that nobody would associate the rather scruffy little girl eating burgers or playing arcade games with her friends with the character on the billboards.” She paused to let the audience take in what she was saying.

”The second reason,” she explained, “was that it felt a little too confrontational. A little on the nose, as people used to say. You have to remember that what we were suggesting at the time was hugely controversial. Cannibalism was a massive taboo, something reserved for true crime documentaries and horror movies. The idea of killing, cooking and eating a sweet little girl was, at the start of her campaign, nothing short of horrific for most people. So I knew we had a massive up-hill battle ahead of us and needed to tread carefully. Our best bet, I decided, would be to get the public to fall in love with Sidney so that they would want her to get whatever she wanted, even if that was to be butchered and eaten!” She grinned and the children giggled again.

“Of course, we still had to keep the idea of her body as meat front and centre,” Martha continued, “so she was quite firm about being naked, like a piggy as she put it!” More giggles. “So, seeing as how she was a Texas girl, I came up with the idea of making her look like she lived on a farm or ranch, blurring the line between farmer and livestock. For her first photo-shoot, we put her hair in plaits and dressed her in brown leather cowboy boots, a straw hat and a red bandanna round her neck. She did look really cute and we actually had all the files made up and ready to print when our legal team informed us she looked too close to Wendy’s mascot and that, if we went ahead as planned, they could end up suing us. Now, there’s no amount of money any company could have sued Sidney’s father for that would have kept him up at night, but a legal battle would have tied up the campaign and we’d have likely had to withdraw those images and start over so, not wanting that kind of black mark against us or bad publicity so early on, we agreed to a fast re-think.” Just like the children in the studio audience, Jennifer found herself drawn into the story. It was technically not new information for her but hearing Martha explain it in person gave it a new life and dimension.

“We have to move quickly,” Martha explained, “since the campaign was due to go live any day and the advertising companies that were going to be running the ads were waiting on us for final copy. Sidney was actually booked on her first chat show at the end of that week, meant to launch the whole thing, so there really was no time to waste! Frustrated and desperate for inspiration, we decided to go to the mall to get lunch and look around some shops, hoping we would spot something that would point us in the right direction. And, low and behold, in the window of one of the higher-end kids’ clothing stores was a faceless mannequin in denim shorts and a white shirt paired with pink leather cowboy boots, decorated with silver paint and rhinestones, and a matching hat! I remember the look we exchanged as we both saw it at the same time, Sidney and I, knowing we had struck gold!”


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As she listened, Jennifer couldn’t help wondering whether this story was actually true or whether it was one of those legends that tend to be spun around historical events to make something mundane seem more interesting and dramatic. She had no doubt that they had originally intended to go for more of a “farm girl” look, she had even seen the test shots of eight year old Sidney looking very cute in such an outfit, and that concerns had been raised about the similarity to other mascots, requiring a re-think, but this eleventh-hour panic and finding the solution by luck struck her as a little too contrived, especially given what Martha explained next.

“We went in to buy a set just to be on the safe side but the quality wasn’t really what we were looking for so, after our lunch, at Wendy’s of course,” she added with a chuckle, “we went back to the office and I got in touch with a company in Nashville that produced the top quality versions of hats and boots like the ones we had bought at the mall and in fact often supplied Dolly Parton. They listened to our requirements and got exactly what we wanted shipped over-night to the office ready for a fresh shoot the next morning. Poor Sidney,” she chuckled again, “with the big hair and over the top make-up, it really was the most girly I’d ever seen her! She complained she looked like one of those kids off… oh, what was the show called? Toddlers in Tiaras! But I assured her she looked great, and, more importantly, delicious, so she agreed to go ahead with the shoot and, well,” she grinned, “the rest is history!”

Even if Jennifer remained unconvinced, the children in the studio seemed to accept this story. Not that it mattered too much, she supposed. Everyone changes and adapts the truth a little when they tell a story, even if they are sticking to the basic facts as they remember it. Reality, Jennifer understood, has a habit of being messy and not adhering to good narrative structure! On the screen, Martha was asking for the next question, choosing another girl, a twelve or thirteen year old this time, with dark hair in twin braids.

“Did Sidney ever have sex?” she asked. The studio audience giggled and the host looked uncomfortable but Martha’s lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh too but then she composed herself.

“Don’t worry,” she assured the girl, “that’s a perfectly reasonable question! After all, these days, meat-girls tend to try it at least once before their big day and there are some, or so I’m told, who spend their final week or so doing little else! I hear there’s even a colloquial saying about it, which I’m not going to repeat here, but if you know, you know!” The chuckles from the audience showed that most of them, in fact, did know. Jennifer pondered for a moment what saying she might be referring to then realised it was probably “As horny as a pre-teen meat-girl on harvest day!” or some earlier variation of the same.

“The thing is,” Martha chose her words carefully as she answered, “you have to remember that the world Sidney grew up in was very different from the one you know. Her victory changed a lot more than just what people liked to eat. There used to be this thing called the Age of Consent,” she explained, “before they replaced it with the much more sensible laws about consent and bodily autonomy that we have now. Basically, the government would set an age below which any kind of sexual activity, not just full sex, was illegal. It varied from country to country, I think it was sixteen here, for example,” she recalled, “but each state in the US could set their own and in Texas, where Sidney lived, it was seventeen. Besides,” she smiled softly as she recalled her young friend of so many years ago, “I don’t really think she was that into that sort of thing. I mean, she was very young when she…” She paused for a moment, not wanting to use the word she had been about to say. “When she was harvested, so perhaps she’d come around to the idea later. Oh I know these days most twelve year olds are at it like rabbits!” she chuckled, the audience giggling along with her and Jennifer, not quite yet the age they were discussing but close, remembered her experience in the shower with Craig earlier that evening.

“But back then it just wasn’t like that. I think,” Martha continued, “if anything, the idea of being eaten took the place for that craving for her. You know she was the one to coin the term Yummy, right? The word for when you feel a desperate craving, a hunger even, to be food?” The audience nodded and grinned in agreement. “But anyway, there are some parts of her life that I think should remain private. She’s not around any more to say what she is or isn’t okay with being shared so I have to be respectful, but let me just say,” she smiled warmly, “there was a young man on the team who took good care of her on her last evening and made sure she didn’t have any regrets.” While this clearly suggested to Jennifer that Sidney had indeed had sex at least once, even if it would technically have been illegal, the ambiguity of the statement was enough to protect her privacy and to make keep the young man in question, who would almost certainly have still been alive at the time and probably still was, out of trouble.

“I think we have time for one more question?” Martha scanned the audience of mostly girls and picked another in the front row. One of the younger ones this time with shorter hair poking out from under a cute pink cap with the stylised Sidney’s S on the front. “Yes, dear.” She smiled. “What’s your question?”

“Do you think Sidney would be proud if she could see how popular her restaurants are now?” asked the little girl.

“Oh yes!” Martha beamed. “Most assuredly so! Honestly, I think this is absolutely the future she dreamed of and it only gets better every year!” With that, the interview concluded, the host thanked Martha for coming and the audience gave her a polite round of applause. The video clip stopped and Jennifer put on one of the dance show recordings, just to enjoy for entertainment as she processed and reflected upon the things Martha had said.


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Quietly, Jennifer sat and watched the happy, energetic young girl, naked in every sense except for the most pedantically technical, dancing on the screen. She had picked a video and random, not checking the date, so had no idea if she was watching Sarah’s mum and her siblings or her friend’s older sisters, before she had joined the dance troupe. What she knew with a reasonable degree of certainty, however, was that at least some of the girls she was watching had been cooked and eaten! She thought about the last question that had been asked of Martha, about whether Sidney would be proud of her legacy and she was inclined to believe the answer.

She thought about what Sidney’s father, Orin Roebuck, had said when dismissing the rumours about the goings on on his associate’s private island. Even if he were telling the absolute truth and there had been no secret cannibal society, she was sure that someone with his wealth and resources could have arranged for his daughter to disappear quietly, the victim of an unfortunate accident, death certificates and police reports either faked or signed by people who were paid more than enough to keep their mouths shut. If all Sidney had wanted was to be eaten, then she was sure he could have made it happen. He owned multiple properties all around the world, after all. It would not have been too challenging to kit out a remote villa somewhere the South of France or up in the Smokey Mountains with a catering-sized oven, or to have hired a discrete butcher. No, there had to have been more to it than that.

Sidney, she realised, had not simply campaigned to be eaten. She had campaigned for the right to be eaten! A right that she knew would, by necessity, be extended to others once her case had been tested by the legal system. She wasn’t doing it just for herself, she was doing it for all the girls who would come after her and want to follow in her footsteps. The Sidney’s restaurant chain, far from being a happy side-effect of her life’s work, was in fact her crowning glory! A place where any girl could go and offer herself up as food, knowing that she would be delicious! The fact that this practice had spread further into the general culture would be for Sidney, Jennifer was sure, the absolute icing on the cake!

That night, as she slept, Jennifer dreamed of being a mermaid at the bottom of the ocean, making love to the body of a drowned sailor who may or may not have been Craig. The idea should have been horrific but, as is so often the way with dreams, it made its own kind of sense and felt incredibly erotic, the pale limbs and blank, staring eyes of the naked corpse eerily beautiful. Of course Jennifer knew that in real folklore, mermaids were not sweet and whimsical but rather dangerous predators who lured men to their deaths so this scenario did not seem shocking or out of the ordinary.

Eventually, however, the body came to pieces like a broken toy, bloodless arms, legs, head and penis all floating off in different directions while the torso settled onto the sea floor. In her dream, Jennifer swam towards the surface, swishing her long and beautiful tail to propel herself upwards. As she emerged into the sunlight she saw a naked girl paddling at the edge of the beach, her appearance changing depending on the angle she was viewed from. Sometimes she was small, other times taller and more developed. Now her hair was curled and now straight. Sometimes her hands were empty and at other times she carried her pink cowboy boots as she flicked the water up and wiggling her toes in the sand.

Looking out to see, the mysterious naked girl saw Jennifer and smiled at her, waving then beckoning her towards the shore. Jennifer swam towards her, feeling her tail turn to legs as the water grew more shallow until, by the time she reached the other girl, she was walking. The girl was unmistakable now. She was Sidney Roebuck, stood in a confident pose with her hands on her hips and trademark hat in place while the clear, salty water lapped around her pink leather boots. As Jennifer drew close, Sidney held out her hand and Jennifer took it in her own, realising that she was now wearing her own Sidney outfit, the white had and boots that she had bought from the gift shop and was planning to wear for her presentation. Holding hands with Sidney, she began walking up the beach towards a light that grew brighter and brighter the closer they got, without hurting her eyes, until all she could see was the other girl.

“Tag!” Sidney grinned, tapping her playfully on the nose with her finger-tip. “You’re it!”


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On the first day back at school, Jennifer was nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t get it!” Chloe observed to Suzanne as they sat in the classroom while the register was taken, Jennifer’s desk conspicuously empty. “She was so excited about her presentation!”

“I know, right? Did she message you about it last night too?” Chloe nodded. “She said it was going to be awesome and to make sure we didn’t miss it! Weird that she would just not show up?”

“Unless she’s already in the hall getting ready?” suggested Chloe. “But I didn’t see her at all this morning!”

“Last time she was online was about half six this morning!” Suzanne observed, sneaking a look at her phone under the desk. “So she must have been up pretty early! Maybe she got sick?”

“Sucks if that’s the case!” Chloe looked genuinely sad for her friend. Their teacher, Mrs Humphreys, called for quiet then took the register. Neither Chloe nor Suzanne could help noticing that she didn’t even read out Jennifer’s name, as if she not only knew already that she would not be there but almost as if she was no longer part of the class. She must be sick, the both concluded internally as they sat in silence, and her parents had already informed the school so Mrs Humphreys was just saving time by not calling out her name.

“Lovely!” The teacher set down her pen and smiled at the class from behind her desk. “I hope you all had a lovely Summer and are looking forward to another year of learning?” This was met with the expected polite but non-committal murmurings of assent. “As I’m sure you all remember,” she grinned almost teasingly, “your project over the Summer was to prepare a short presentation on a woman of your choice who you feel changed the world?” The class, boys and girls alike, nodded. “Over the next couple of weeks, you’ll all be making your presentations before the school but today, by her own request, we’re going to start with Jennifer. Yes, Chloe?” She turned to the schoolgirl whose hand had shot up at the mention of her friend’s name.

“Miss? Where is she?” Chloe asked. “Jennifer’s not here!”

“Don’t worry about that for the time being!” Mrs Humphreys smiled knowingly. “Everything will become clear in due course! Now, class,” she turned her attention back to the whole room. “Leave your bags here and let’s make our way down to the hall for assembly.” The thirty or so pupils obediently filed out of the classroom, across the landing and down the stairs, merging along the way with the various other groups who were all on their way to the same destination. Eventually, the assorted lines of children converged on the double doors and made their way into the hall where they sat in reasonably neat rows on the floor, facing the front of the hall where a large screen was set up.

“Good morning, School!” the Head Mistress, Mrs Anderson, welcomed them once they were all assembled.

“Good morning, Mrs Anderson.” the entire school replied in pseudo-musical unison.

“This morning, we have a very special treat!” she clasped her hands together. “As I’m sure you know, it’s tradition at our school that pupils moving into Year Six spend the Summer researching a topic that they are set at the end of term then make a presentation on that topic to the school once we return for the new school year. Normally these presentations run for between five and ten minutes a piece and we aim to enjoy three in morning assembly every day until everyone has had their chance to present. Today, however, we’re going to do things a little differently! Jennifer Miller contacted the school last week and asked especially that she be allowed to present first and, since she had manage to collect so much material, that she be allowed to take a whole assembly for herself. When we heard about how diligently she had been preparing this presentation over the Summer and how dedicated she was to the research, we of course agreed! And so, without further ado, I’ll pass you over to Jennifer!

The lights dimmed and the screen began to glow. The assembled pupils clapped politely, expecting Jennifer to emerge from wherever she must have been waiting to begin her presentation but instead the screen began to show an animation of a burst of silver stars against a pink background and words appeared on the screen in gold script that matched the Sidney’s logo as if they were being written. “Desperately Seeking Sidney”, followed by smaller letters underneath which read “Written and Presented by Jennifer Miller”. The animated title card faded and it was then that the curious audience saw Jennifer for the first time, not in person but on the screen.

There were a few shocked gasps and more than a few giggles when it became apparent that she was completely naked apart from her hat and boots. The scene on the screen showed her stood next to a waving waxwork of Sidney Roebuck, attired very similarly but in pink rather than white. Wondering if the teachers were as surprised at this as the pupils, Chloe shot looks at both Mrs Humphreys and Mrs Anderson as well as the other teachers but from the indulgent way they were smiling, they had all seen this video already or had at least been warned what to expect. More than a few of the male teachers, she noticed with amusement, were sitting with their legs crossed and she wondered what the boys in the audience were making of it!

“Welcome!” Jennifer grinned at the camera. “And thank you all for joining me on this adventure! Surely everyone is familiar with my friend Sidney, here?” she gestured at the animatronic figure which was slightly unnerving in the way all figures of its kind tend to be, however whimsical or charming the subject. “We all know her as the face, and body of course,” she giggled, “of Sidney’s Family Restaurants! But how many of us have ever stopped to think about the girl herself? The person behind the mascot? Just who was Sidney Roebuck and why, exactly, did she want to get eaten so badly that not only did she campaign publicly for the right when her family had more than enough money and influence to arrange such a thing discretely if it was really what she wanted, but also for a change in law and culture that would allow others to follow in her footsteps? Come with me as I seek the answers to all these questions and more!”

What followed over the next twenty minutes was a condensed summary of everything Jennifer had learned about Sidney over the summer, starting with basic biographical details gleaned mostly from the biographies she had bought on her first visit to Sidney’s, illustrated by some of the home movie footage Hunter Roebuck had been kind enough to share with her, followed by details about her campaign, incorporating video clips from Sidney’s early viral videos as well as interview footage and of course the “Kinky Boots” music video in its entirety. Amongst the exploration of Sidney’s life and campaign, Jennifer dropped in some information about how cannibalism had been viewed historically and at Sidney’s time, not going into great detail about the online fetish community but making sure to confirm that it existed alongside the more horrific and barbaric depictions of cannibalism from movies and cartoons. With no footage available to share of Sidney’s slaughter, Jennifer covered this part of the story with the video she had made with Caroline where she marked her up with the same cuts that Sidney had been parted into. Finally she talked about the aftermath and legacy of Sidney’s campaign, showing footage she had got from Sarah’s grandmother as well as excerpts from the videos she had filmed herself at the restaurant. She briefly covered the success and expansion of the Sidney’s brand and finished up with a summary of the girl-meat industry today.

“None of this would have been possible,” she was shown back next to the Sidney animatronic as she had been at the start of the video, “without this girl here! If it had not been for her, the world we now live in would be completely different! Thanks to Sidney, not only do we get to enjoy a delicious kind of meat considered taboo for far too long, but organ transplant waiting lists and emergency blood-drives are a thing of the past! Our world is happier, healthier, safer and not to mention far tastier, all thanks to Sidney Roebuck!”

The scene faded and a slow, almost sentimental piano rendition of “Yellow Rose of Texas”, Sidney’s unofficial theme song, began to play behind assorted footage of Sidney in both private and public life, ending with the last known picture of her, standing in the classic Sidney pose. The video zoomed in on her head and Sidney winked at the camera before the screen faded to black.

Thinking this was the end of the presentation and still a little puzzled why Jennifer had not been there to deliver it in person, the audience began to clap politely but this quickly stopped as they realised that, in true cinematic style, this presentation included a “post-credits sequence”! Jennifer appeared on the screen once more, but immediately there was an obvious difference in the footage. Throughout the presentation, whenever she had appeared on camera, Jennifer had clearly been indoors in a controlled environment, mostly in her own house but sometimes at other locations like the Sidney’s lobby. This time, for the first time, she was outdoors, the natural light washing her out a little and the sound quality, while perfectly fine, not quite the professional standard it had been for the bulk of the presentation. The close-up shot showed Jennifer from the waist up, arms folded, leaning nonchalantly against a white-painted brick wall, naked apart from her hat as she had been throughout the presentation.

“Well howdy!” she grinned, speaking in a put-on Texas accent and giving the Sidney salute. “How y’all doing this fine morning?” She giggled, dropping the accent. “I’m sorry, I just can’t keep that up! If you’re seeing this, it means my dad did his job properly!” The camera spun around to a comically-angled close-up of Mr Miller who grinned goofily, waving at the camera, before turning it back to his naked daughter. “I hope you enjoyed the presentation! I tried to keep it concise! For those of you who are interested, there will be a ninety minute version uploaded on Youtube at some point today. Up until the montage you just saw, it’s all my own editing work but, for reasons that will soon become apparent, I’m going to have to trust my dad to edit this final section himself so I can’t speak for the quality! Hopefully it will come out well but if you have any complaints about the camera work or editing, you’ll have to take them up with him!” She giggled again. “Okay, Dad!” she instructed him. “Let’s show them where we are!”

The tight close-up pulled back to show Jennifer stood on the street, her bottom half as naked as the top, outside a butcher’s shop with assorted cuts of meat from a variety of animals but including Girl on display in the window. The ornamental letters on the window read “Morrison Fine Meats” with “Est. 1943” in smaller letters underneath. With such an intriguing spectacle on the screen, only the few people sat immediately around her noticed Caroline quietly get up and leave the room.

“It is just before a quarter to seven on the morning that you are watching this at school.” she told the camera. “Obviously if you are watching this at home on another day then this is however long ago it was!” she grinned. “But either way, as I speak to you now, it is just before a quarter to seven and Mr Morrison is getting ready to open his shop for the day. Although he is a busy man he has generously agreed not only to grant me a last-minute interview but to fit me into his schedule this morning! I would be lying if I said I had not been toying with the idea for some weeks now but it occurred to me yesterday afternoon, as I put the finishing touches to the editing of both versions of the presentation, that I had set out on this journey wanting to understand Sidney, to get inside her head and to put myself metaphorically as well as literally in her boots.” She raised a white-booted foot and teasingly wiggled it towards the camera. “And I realised that there was only one way I was really going to do that, and that is to follow where she led! That’s why we’re were now, so I hope you’ll all come with me and enjoy as I complete my journey following in the footsteps of Sidney! Ready?” She grinned, putting a hand on the door ready to push it open, “Let’s go!” Still looking at the camera, she pushed the door and the bell to alert the shop-keeper that someone was coming in pinged. The scene faded to black and Mrs Anderson paused the video.

“Now before we continue,” she addressed the assembled pupils as the lights came back up, causing the paused blackness on the screen to appear a faded charcoal grey, all of whom were sitting in rapt and fascinated silence, “while I believe this is a wonderful educational opportunity for everyone and it does not serve any of us well to shy away from the realities of life, including where out food comes from, I am told the following scenes are,” she read from a small card, clearly quoting a message she had been given, “unflinchingly graphic, and I am aware many of you were friends with Jennifer and may be a little squeamish about watching what comes next so,” she smiled a little nervously, “if any of you would like to leave and not watch these last few minutes of the presentation, now is your opportunity to do so.” She stood looking out at them expectantly for at least half a minute during which nobody seemed to move a muscle. Certainly nobody seemed to want to miss the climax of the presentation! “Very well then!” she smiled. “Let’s continue!” The lights went down again and she allowed the video to resume.

Jennifer was now shown inside the butcher’s shop with two other people. One was a stocky, friendly-looking man with a bald head and bushy light-brown moustache. Even if he had not been dressed in a blue and white striped apron over a white smock, it would have been clear that he was the butcher. The other person was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen with long, straight, dirty-blonde hair in a neat ponytail. Like the butcher, she wore a blue and white striped apron but unlike him she appeared to be wearing nothing at all underneath it. From the steadiness of the shot, it was clear that the camera was now on a tripod as it had been for the scenes that Jennifer had filmed herself, or at least on a stable, flat surface of some kind. The sound quality was crisper too.

“I’m here with Mr Morrison, the butcher,” Jennifer told the camera, “and his daughter Honey.” Both waved at the camera as Caroline had done when introduced for her scene. “Mr Morrison, thank you so much for fitting me in today and taking the time to record this interview.”

“It’s a pleasure!” the jovial, burly man assured her with a very sincere smile.

“Perhaps you can tell us a little about how you came to choose this line of work and how things have changed for you over the years?”

“Well,” Mr Morrison stroked his chin thoughtfully, “the profession has always been in my blood, really! This shop was founded by my great-grandfather when he came home from the war then passed to my grandfather when he retired. My father, God rest him, took a different path and became a civil engineer but I always enjoyed my visits here as a boy and decided to go to college and get a qualification in butchery, after which Grandfather took me on as a sort of apprentice until he retired and I’ve been running the business ever since. One way or another I’ve been in the trade for nearly thirty years, man and boy!”

“That’s a long time!” Jennifer conceded with an impressed nod. “And how much of a part does Girl-meat play in your business?”

“Well it’s our main source of income, really!” Mr Morrison explained. “By far the most popular and affordably-priced for most people. Very few overheads with Girl, you see! None of the farming infrastructure you get with other meat. We do stock pork, beef, chicken and occasionally a few other more exotic meats too but we’re a supplier of Girl first and foremost. It’s also,” he continued, “the only meat the we fully process here on site. Girls tend to be a lot more cooperative than pigs or cows when it comes to their slaughter!” he chuckled. “Back when I started, we used to buy the carcasses in from the abattoir like the rest of the meat and just part them out in the back but eventually I realised I was adding extra steps and expenses I didn’t need to and could just cut out the middle-man! Now girls like yourself come to me and I take them through the whole process.”

“And that’s what we’ll be showing my friends in a few minutes?” Jennifer grinned with excitement. “The whole process of slaughtering me and butchering my carcass? Just like Sidney?”

“Absolutely!” Mr Morrison chuckled again. “In fact we still work from the same guide that was devised for Sidney herself, although the technique has been refined a little over the years and the whole process is handled more efficiently!”

“Oh?” Jennifer asked, sounding genuinely intrigued. “Can you give us an example?”

“Well, the big one that comes to mind,” Mr Morrison explained thoughtfully, twisting the end of his majestic whiskers, “is the slaughter itself. Now, bear in mind we have no actual footage of Sidney between the time the door of the preparation room closed and when the press were invited in to view and film the cuts of meat laid out on the table, but according to what people who were there in the room at the time have since written or said in interviews, her head was cut off then her body was hung up to drain. Now,” he waved a hand in a conciliatory fashion as if to assure that he meant no disrespect to anyone involved, “that’s a perfectly legitimate way of slaughtering a girl and is often done for the spectacle. There’s something about a pretty head being removed with one neat chop that just feels so satisfying and enjoyable to watch, but it’s not the best way in terms of efficiency. What we do here, and what has become industry standard for setups like mine that are about producing and providing food rather than entertainment, is that we hang the girl up first then cut her throat, pulling her head back to keep the wound open. This way, her heart continues to beat and pump the blood out a lot faster than if she is killed before being bled out. Once it slows to a trickle, that is when we remove the head.” Jennifer gave a visible, involuntary shiver of excitement, knowing that what he described was what would happen to her in a few short minutes.

“Well we’ll get to see that in action first hand very soon!” she grinned.

“We certainly will!” Mr Morrison replied with a chuckle.

“And what happens to the heads once you remove them?” Jennifer asked, knowing the answer of course as this was a conversation they had already had when they made their arrangement but wanting to give the nice butcher the chance to explain it to the viewers.

“Well there’s a few different options,” he explained, playing with the tip of his moustache again as seemed to be his habit when he was thinking. “They can be preserved as they often are at Sidney’s, turned into a trophy or something a little more…” he cleared his throat awkwardly and his cheeks turned pink which Jennifer found quite adorable under the circumstances, “practical! But we don’t do that in-house, they need to be taken to a taxidermist within two hours of removal and kept refrigerated for the best results. Some families like to take the head home and hang it out in the garden so that the birds can peck away all the flesh then they turn the skull into some kind of ornament as a memento. Some girls, on the other hand, opt for full harvest where the meat from their face is taken too, as well as their eyeballs, tongue and brain which can be surprisingly delicious if cooked right!”

“And that’s what happened to Sidney?” prompted Jennifer.

“That’s right!” Mr Morrison confirmed. “Every scrap of usable meat from her body was harvested!”

“Then that will do for me too!” Jennifer grinned before turning her attention to the girl who had, up until that point, been stood quietly, politely listening to the conversation. “Now,” she smiled warmly, “perhaps you’d like to tell us who you are and how you fit in around here?”

“I’m Honey,” the girl introduced herself in a sweet voice, “the butcher’s daughter.”

“Sweet name! Sounds delicious!” Jennifer teased, making the older girl giggle before continuing.

“I’ve been helping out here in various capacities since I was six or seven! At first I just used to stand outside as an advert, if the weather was nice enough of course! I’d often have leaflets to give out to for girls who were curious about signing up and wanting to know more!”

“Naked, I presume?” Jennifer asked cheekily.

“Well yes!” Honey giggled. “I was there to advertise Girl-meat after all!”

“And do you plan on being harvested yourself one day?” asked the young interviewer. “I’m sure people must ask about your meat all the time when you’re showing it off?”

“Oh yes, I’m always being asked how long it is before my turn and whether they can reserve particular cuts but I’m used to that now and it doesn’t bother me! To answer your question, when I was younger I rather assumed it would happen one day but as I got older and started helping Dad out in the shop and with the work in the back room, I started to see my future as behind the counter rather than on it! I’m currently learning the trade from Dad and hope to go to college like her did in a few years to get the professional qualifications so that I can take over the business when he’s ready to step down.”

“And you’re going to be assisting with my harvest today?” Jennifer asked, as much as a statement as a question.

“I certainly am!” the older girl grinned. “And I consider it an honour!” All three smiled only slightly awkwardly as the camera as the scene faded to black. When the picture returned, the trio had moved into the back room and Jennifer was now completely naked, without even her had and boots, and her gently curling brown hair had been pulled back into a rather severe ponytail. Both the butcher and his daughter had hung up the aprons they wore in the shop and were now wearing disposable translucent plastic overalls, him over his clothes and her over her otherwise naked body.

To be continued...

“Well, here we are!” Jennifer grinned at the camera. “You’re about to witness my real-life harvest from start to finish! Hope you find it entertaining and informative, maybe it will help some of you who are on the fence about volunteering make up your minds one way or the other? If it makes you hungry, then most of my meat will be available to buy today from Morrison Fine Meats, alongside loads of other delectable treats! My parents have reserved a few select cuts for their own dining pleasure,” she grinned, turning to wiggle her round, meaty rump at the camera, slapping it for emphasis, “but the rest is up for grabs! I want to be enjoyed by as many different people as possible! So,” she smiled at the camera, “I guess this is goodbye from me! Over to you two!” she gestured at the butchers who stood either side of her indicating that she was ready and that they could begin their task.

“We will hose down the meat once the piggy is gutted,” Honey explained, “but it’s important to get them as clean as possible first.” Her father handed her a bucket of steaming water and a rough, caustic sponge. Honey knelt and began to scrub Jennifer’s delicious young body all over, starting with her back and shoulders then moving down to her rump, asking her to turn to grant better access the way Jennifer had herself when she was drawing the meat cuts on Caroline. Jennifer for her part remained silent as she was scrubbed, cooperating meekly with all that was asked of her, no longer seeing herself as a person but just meat waiting to be parted out, although when the butcher’s daughter scrubbed the soles of her feet, she could not help but giggle a little! With her back, legs and arms scrubbed there was only the front to go. It was uncomfortable as her nipples and the tender parts between her legs were scrubbed roughly but thrilling too, knowing why she was being cleaned, and the extreme stimulation was very close to pleasure.

When she was scrubbed pink all over, Jennifer was guided, a little unsteadily, to a metal stool and asked to sit with her back to the camera. Knowing that it was important for the audience to see what was going on in the footage the stationary camera captured, when the butcher asked her to extend her left leg, he held it slightly out to the side so there could be no mistaking what was happening as he pulled a sharp hook on the end of a chain down from the ceiling and pushed it through the back of her heel. Jennifer winced a little, tightly gripping the rim of the stool, but did not cry out. The same was done with her right leg and the butcher pressed a button which triggered the mechanical sound of a motor running above them and the chains began to be pulled upwards, Jennifer’s feet with them. Having done this many times before, Honey the butcher’s daughter knew exactly when to pull the stool away so the meat-girl would not hit her head and very soon, the young documentarian was hanging upside down from the meat-hooks, now facing the camera, her face flushed as the blood rushed to her head.

“We secure the piggy’s wrists,” Honey explained to the camera, pulling a thick elastic band up over Jennifer’s hands which she cooperatively clasped together and wrapping it twice around, “not to restrain her as such but because the body has a tendency to thrash involuntarily during slaughter and we try to minimise the potential movement for everyone’s comfort and safety.”

“Some blood will inevitably be lost,” the butcher explained, putting down a large plastic container on the tiled floor in front of Jennifer which his daughter then knelt beside, “and that can be rinsed down the drain, but we catch as much as we can to make our very popular blood pudding! Right, ready?” he asked his daughter rather than the dangling meat girl and in response she nodded, holding the plastic container at a slight angle. “Here we go!”

The audience of school pupils watched in stunned silence, many with open mouths, as the butcher pulled Jennifer’s head back by her hair, exposing her delicate throat, then drew his knife across it, cutting deeply. Blood began to fountain forth and the butcher continued to pull as he made a second pass with the knife. The young girl’s head was now pulled back at an impossibly extreme angle, holding the deep wound in her neck open as her rapidly-beating heart did its job, pumping her hot life-blood out through the deep cut and into the waiting container. Just as Honey had explained it would, the meat-girl’s body began to thrash as its in-build survival instincts over-rode Jennifer’s conscious choice to allow herself to be butchered. Quickly, however, this thrashing subsisted to a few twitches and eventually she hung still. As the flow of blood began to slow, the butcher cut again, this time scraping his knife against her vertebrae. When the flow gave way to a trickle, her sliced around the back of the spine, set the knife down then took the dangling head in both hands and gave a sharp twist. There was a snap and a wet, squelching sound as Jennifer’s head came away from her body, a surprised look on her face, and he set it down on a nearby counter-top. The container of blood was swapped out for a fresh one to catch the viscera so that the usable offal could be sorted from the waste later.

“Ewww!” exclaimed at least half the audience as Jennifer’s taught stomach was opened up and her pink, grey and purple innards flopped out wetly, steaming as Honey tugged on them to guide them into the container. There were giggles from other pupils, directed at those who had reacted with revulsion, and the tension of a moment before was broken, the shock of watching the girl on the screen having her throat cut and head head removed replaced with a feeling of excitement, fascination and some amusement as what had been her body began to be processed as meat. With most of the viscera in the container, Honey used a knife to cut the last of it free, leaving Jennifer’s body cavity empty.

“We always remove the prime fillet first,” the butcher explained, carefully slicing around Jennifer’s plump vulva and public mound with a short, thin-bladed knife, “as this is a highly prized cut and generally enjoyed whole.” He set the appetising cut down almost lovingly next to the head. “Once that is removed, we can halve the carcass!” He picked up a large, heavy-looking cleaver and brought it down with significant force, splitting Jennifer’s pelvic bone. A second chop caused the clever to embed itself about half way up her spine and two more blows were all it took to split the carcass completely in half, the two sides of meat swinging away from each other on their now-independent chains.

In the school hall, everyone’s attention was on the screen with many of the girls and more than a few of the boys imagining that it was their own body that was being parted out with such speed and skill as Jennifer’s tender young meat was stripped from her bones, first one half then the other, the butcher and his daughter working side by side on the long metal counter-top. Finally, with the body completely processed and the bones in another container to be boiled for stock before being sent away for recycling where they would be ground into fertiliser, the butcher set to work on Jennifer’s head.

First, he cut around her hair-line and pulled her chestnut mane off like a wig, which is exactly what it would become after being donated, as the hair of all fully-harvested meat-girls in his shop was, to a charity which provided free, high-quality wigs for cancer patients, especially children. Next he sliced the meat from her cheeks, cut away her upper lip and the flesh around her jaw which he then pulled away from the main part of the head to cut her tongue free, tossing the flayed jaw into the bone tub. Next he removed her ears then used a chisel to split her skull at various points around the scalp until he could lift it off as if topping a boiled egg. After a few quick cuts with a thin-bladed knife, he lifted out the two hemispheres of her brain and set them on the counter before using his thumbs to pop her eyes out from behind. With nothing more than scraps now clinging to it, the skull followed the jaw and the rest of Jennifer’s bones into the tub. There really was now nothing left on the counter that could be identified as the living, breathing, excited and inquisitive girl who had entered the shop not half an hour earlier. From the moment her throat was cut, Jennifer’s entire harvest had taken less then fifteen minutes.

“Well, that’s it!” Mr Morrison grinned at the camera, wiping his bloody hands on his overall. “Now you know exactly what is involved in butchering a meat-girl, I hope we’ll see lots of you in the shop very soon, either as customers or, who knows,” he grinned again, “as produce! Goodbye for now!” He and his daughter both waved as the camera faded to black and gold writing etched its way onto the screen once more declaring “THE END… For real this time!”

A whoop of cheers erupted around the hall, far more enthusiastic than the polite applause at what they had originally taken to be the end of the video.

“Well I guess that explains why Jennifer didn’t show up this morning!” Suzanne giggled to Chloe. “I wonder if I can send my mum a message and get her to go buy some of her meat?”

“Is that smart?” Chloe teased. “She might get ideas!”

“Settle down, now!” Mrs Anderson took her place at the front of the hall once more, gesturing with her hands for quiet. “Settle down! Thank you! Well,” she beamed proudly, “that was quite an experience, wasn’t it? But it’s not over yet!” the entire school leaned forward as one, intrigued to find out what kind of encore the video they just watched could possibly receive. “Jennifer very kindly arranged for one of her thighs to be donated to the school. This has been cooked and cut up so that you can all enjoy a piece of Jennifer before going back to your classes!” At this point, the doors at the side of the hall opened and Jennifer’s dad came in, accompanied by Caroline who was now wearing her friend’s Sidney hat and boots and nothing else. Both were carrying large platters with small cubes of cooked meat on cocktail sticks. “There’s enough for everyone,” Mrs Anderson cautioned, “but please only take one piece. Line up sensibly now.” Somewhat miraculously, the excited children did as they were told and slowly filed through the door, taking their sample of Girl-on-a-stick from either Caroline’s tray or Mr Miller’s, depending on who they passed closest to.

“Damn…” muttered Chloe as she and Suzanne walked slowly back to class, savouring the taste of their delicious friend that still lingered on their tongues. “I don’t know how anyone else’s presentation is supposed to live up to that!”

“I don’t care,” Suzanne giggled, “I’m not down to give mine until next week so it doesn’t really effect me!”

“You’re planning on coming up with something new in a week?” Chloe asked septically, “Something better than whatever you had the whole summer to put together?”

“Nope!” Suzanne grinned again, enjoying her friend’s puzzlement. “You know there’s that private menu at Sidney’s that girls can put themselves on so parties or groups or whatever can order a whole girl for themselves?”

“Vaguely…” Chloe narrowed her eyes.

“Well I signed up last week when we went there for dinner,” the cheeky brunette explained, “and my mum got the notification just before she dropped me off this morning that I’ve been ordered for Friday night, so yippee!” she grinned. “No presentation for me!”

“Wow!” Chloe exclaimed with a chuckle. “The lengths some people will go to to get out of handing in their homework!”
THE END

>>30021
Just a little something that was bouncing around in the back of my head, . . .

>>30121
Awesome! That's exactly how I pictured her 🥰 Only she wouldn't have had the stamp ;) Absolutely love this picture - thank you!

>>30124
Pre-picture of Jennifer without the stamp. Easily done. I found a feature of the AI program that allows variations of a particular shot. This one was chosen because of the clarity of "Morrison's Fine Meats" in the background.

Working on a couple of other "Visions" on this story

Mac

>>30135
Wonderful! Can't wait to see :D

@Mac are you planning some more visions at four weeks notice? Your Mollie was georgeus!

>>30143
I am hoping he will be inspired by Emma's inspection scene and the scene after where the Guides (Girl-Scouts) get to inspect Mollie, Jessica and Marcia!

>>30144
Yeah! The testing and the Cleopatra breast check is awesome to be portrayed.

And it would be amazing to see them all - girls, Emma and Mollie on one wall, as multiple stages of development!

>>30146
Not that I was intentionally writing scenes that he might want to illustrate or anything ;) *smiles innocently*

Loved this whole story. Really like the bit with the "Barely". Although, it can't really be a long one, since they don't make for complicated characters, I would really like a story following a Barely deciding and going through the process.

>>30143
>>30137
Seekiing Jennifer, . . . At Morrison's Fine Meats!

>>30155
Love it!!! 😍

>>30154
That would definitely be a fun one! Have you read "A big girl's job"?

I was looking at some of my preliminary test images and an idea came to me. If Morrison's took photos prior to slaughter, why couldn't they use those images to create collectable trading cards? It could provide an additional revenue stream. Also wonder if the school would use the pictures in their yearbook?

Since Sidney was supposed to have been harvested in 2026? and this story was supposed to be a little over 50 years later, I wild ass guessed 2079. Ed,please correct me if this was in error.

>>30204
Amazing picture and yes, that date is about right, although Sidney was harvested in 2022. The first UK Sidney's opens in 2026 :) This card/sticker reminds me of the ones the butcher in "Talking Turkey" uses 😊

>>30203
This picture makes me very hungry 😁