A promising Start!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To be continued...

“Well of course we wanted someone who would visually appealing.” Mr Harcourt smiled a little awkwardly as if choosing his words carefully. Kerry was under no illusion about being the prettiest girl in the school or even her year but many of the girls who were more conventionally beautiful were probably on the thin side for a roaster. Besides, she knew that she was pretty in her own cute, simple way and supposed this was actually what they were looking for to avoid accusations of trying to promote their young students’ sex appeal. “And Miss Whitlow did mention that you had an ideal body for spit-roasting.” Miss Whitlow was the PE teacher who, as the one who often supervised the girls going in and out of the shower, was the only member of the teaching staff until a few minutes ago who had seen her naked. “But more important than that,” the Principal beamed indulgently again, “we wanted someone who we believed would properly represent the values of the school. A good and diligent student who we could all feel proud of! We want, you see.” he continued, “to show people that becoming a Sidney’s academy will not dampen the academic excellence we are known for. So I asked my staff to recommend a girl who was pretty, would be good to eat and who properly represented the kind of student we want to attract and, almost unanimously, they picked you!”

“Oh!” Kerry smiled in a more genuine way this time, unable to help feeling proud about what she heard. Perhaps she had not been the first choice and was simply the first whose parent had agreed, or maybe there had been several potential candidates and her name had been drawn from a hat but she didn’t really care. Mr Harcourt was presenting the selection as a strong compliment and she chose to take it that way! “Thank you!” She hesitated for a moment or two. “So… what now? Should I get dressed again if we’re going over to the other school?”

“Actually I have this you can put on if you’d rather?” Josie reached into her bag. “If you don’t mind, that is?” She pulled out something pink in a crinkly, clear plastic sleeve like shirts often come in. She passed it to Kerry who opened the top, pulled out the soft garment inside and shook it out, finding it to be a soft, satin bath robe with the Sidney’s logo across the back. It was undeniably very pretty, even if baby-pink was normally her colour. She slipped it on, finding it fit well, and tied the chord around her waist. “We thought it will help put your counterpart at ease.” Josie explained. “But we knew you might not be ready to show everything off so publicly just yet. Oh!” She pulled out a second packet. “There’s these too!” This packet contained a fairly cheap-looking pair of flip-flops, the kind that might be given out free at a swimming pool. These were the same pink as the robe and had the Sidney’s logo across the bridge. Kerry realised that these were probably things the more modest meat-girls at the restaurant were given to wear while waiting their turn. “Great!” Josie smiled once Kerry was dressed and her mum started packing away her school clothes into a carrier bag she had brought with her. “Let’s get the papers signed then we can head over then, once we’re done, I think Mr Harcourt said you can head home?”

“Yes, absolutely!” the Principal smiled again. “We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow and Friday of course then Monday will be your big day!”

“The deposit will be paid today.” Josie assured Mrs Mulligan. “You should see it in your account first thing tomorrow at the very latest. We hope it will allow the two of you to do something fun over the weekend. As long as you’re careful of course!” she turned back to Kerry with a wink. “No rock-climbing, sky-diving or other extreme sports, please!” Kerry giggled, sitting down in Josie’s vacated seat as the smartly-dressed woman moved to the sofa. “There’s not a lot to fill in.” Josie explained as Kerry began to look through the sheaf of papers from the envelope. “It’s mostly just consent forms. There’s more than usual because of the filming as well as the normal cooking stuff. Basically, aside from waiving your human rights and allowing us to cook you and serve your meat, you’re granting us permission to film and photograph you both before and during cooking, and serving of course, and to use the footage for any purposes we deem fit, okay?”


(To be continued...)

“Sounds fair.” Kerry nodded, flicking through the pages. “It’s not like I’ll be around to care what you do with any of it!”

“We’ll you’re definitely going to get your fifteen minutes of fame!” Josie grinned. “So in three places you’ll see a place to sign your name and put the date. Your mum’s already signed them.” Kerry saw a dotted line broken up with labels stating “Subject Signature” and “Date” above a similar line labelled “Parent/Guardian Signature”. “Just fill those in,” Josie instructed, “and pop your initials in the corner of every page, so to acknowledge you’ve seen them.” As she literally signed her life away, the rule about recently adopted or fostered girls not being allowed to volunteer suddenly made sense to Kerry. She had never really thought before about the fact that the parent or guardian of a volunteer would get paid for their meat if they were cooked and served by Sidney’s, although it was pretty logical that they would. The law, she realised, was there to stop people profiteering by taking in orphaned or unwanted girls only to sell them for their meat.

“There!” she smiled, less than two minutes later, pushing the stack of papers away from her symbolically to signal that she was finished, having added her initials to the last one. “All done!”

“Wonderful!” Josie smiled, gathering them up and taking a quick flick through to ensure that she had signed in all the relevant places then slipping them back into then envelope. “Well, thank you very much for your time, Mr Harcourt.” She smiled at the Principal. “I’ll be seeing you again bright and early Monday morning! Mrs Mulligan,” she turned to Kerry’s mum, “Kerry, let’s go meet our little piglet!”

It felt very strange walking out of the Principal’s office, through Reception and then outside in nothing but a satin kimono but at least it covered her well and the cord was well-tied. Barring a sudden, unexpected up-draft, Kerry was not going to find herself exposed just yet! Besides, everyone else was still in their afternoon classes and although some other students might happen to glance out of the window and see her, most would have their attention focussed on their lessons. If she had been making this walk at lunch time it might have been a very different story!

Reaching the field, they took the narrow foot-path down the side to the other school. A class from the junior school was playing rounders on the field for their PE lesson but they were all too caught up in the game to notice the rather strange trio crossing the path. Looking over at the girls from Year 5 or 6 in their black shorts and white T-shirts, Kerry imagined them playing nude as she had been told they would be in September and wondered if that new rule would only apply to indoor sports and lessons or whether the cold would be considered a good incentive to keep the girls running around outside in the winter!

Once inside the Reception area of the other school, the secretary, a lady in late middle-age apparently cut from the same cloth as school secretaries and doctor’s receptionists everywhere greeted them with a smile.

“No need to ask who you are!” She chuckled. “Mrs Archer is expecting you in her office.”

“Thank you.” Josie smiled, filling in her details in the visitors book then passing the pen to Mrs Mulligan to do the same. “Kerry here has kindly agreed to come along to help put your nominee at her ease.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem somehow!” the secretary chuckled again as Kerry filled in her own name then handed back the pen. “Go through these double doors,” she instructed, pointing with the pen to the way out of the reception, “then straight forward and it’s the second door on your left. If you find yourselves in the toilets then you’ve gone too far!” Kerry giggled and thanked her along with the others as Josie took the lead and pushed the door open, ushering her and her mum through.

“I wonder what she meant about not needing to put the girl from here at her ease?” Kerry speculated as they arrived at the closed door and Josie knocked. Her question was answered moments later when they were warmly invited inside the smaller but cosy office where the Head Mistress sat behind her desk, a tired-looking woman in her early thirties was sat in another chair and a girl of nine or ten stood almost completely naked, greeting them with the trademark Sidney salute!

“Well howdy y’all!” the girl grinned in a put-on Texas accent that was only slightly worse than Sidney’s own. “Come on in!” The girl had shoulder-length very dark brown hair that was wavy rather than curly and a body that, while toned, bordering on muscular, was appetisingly stocky rather than slim, much like Sidney herself had looked. Hair colour aside, the resemblance to Sidney was amplified by her cheap pink cowboy hat with a metallic plastic S on the front although, rather comically, instead of boots she was wearing her school shoes with her white socks pulled up as high as they would go! Her boyish chest had yet to start budding although her pink nipples were a decent size and her fillet looked thick and meaty like Kerry’s own. Although she could not see from this angle, Kerry thought it a very safe bet that the girl had a rump that was just crying out to be roasted!

“Howdy!” Kerry responded with a friendly laugh. “You must be my fellow roaster! Love the outfit!”

“Thanks!” the younger girl grinned. “Mummy brought the hat in for me from home. We got it on holiday last Summer when we had dinner at Sidney’s!”

“As soon as I got the call about this meeting I knew she’d want it!” the other woman in the room explained with an indulgent chuckle. Unprompted, the girl gave a twirl to show off her whole body, quickly confirming Kerry’s suspicions about her rump. From the enthusiasm this girl was displaying for the whole thing, she had to wonder whether she had been really been her teachers’ favourite pick for the opportunity like herself, not that she was an unsuitable choice by any means, or if they had simply known how much she would protest once she learned about it if they had picked someone else.

“Welcome Kerry,” the Head Mistress stood up and smiled, “this must be your mum?” She held out her hand to shake Mrs Mulligan’s. “And Josie, we’ve spoken on the phone.” Josie confirmed this with a nod. “This is our chosen representative, Katie.”

“I see you’re really reluctant and unsure about the whole thing?” Josie teased, making the younger girl giggle. “This is Kerry from the secondary school.” She introduced the pre-teen. “Kerry, why don’t you pop your robe off for us?” Realising there was really no point in being shy, Kerry did as she was asked, noting the odd psychological phenomenon, although she was technically wearing more than herself, Katie’s hat, shoes and socks made her appear somehow more naked! Kerry supposed this was the difference between being nude and just not having clothes on!

There were far fewer places to sit in this office than there had been in Mr Harcourt’s but when Josie produced the papers for Katie to sign, her mum stood up to let her use the chair. Not wanting to be in the way, both parents moved to the back of the room and leaned against the wall while the Head Mistress disappeared for a minute or so, returning shortly after with a pair of plastic chairs borrowed from one of the classrooms. Katie offered the good chair to Josie but she assured her that she was happy with one of the classroom ones and sat down, Kerry taking the other, to talk the pair through what they could expect on the day.

After this relatively brief meeting, Kerry’s mum returned her clothes and she put her underwear, shirt and skirt back on, not bothering with the tie or jumper since she would not be returning to classes, and asked Josie if she could keep the robe and slippers.

“Of course!” Josie beamed. “They’re our gift to you! I have a set here for Katie too.” She took them out of her bag and, rather unsurprisingly under the circumstances, the younger girl declined to get dressed, opting to leave with her mum in just the robe along with her hat and footwear.

Since it was still quite early in the afternoon, Kerry’s mum drove them home so that her daughter could change out of her uniform then drove to the cinema via a drive-through fast food outlet. On the journey, Kerry’s mum asked her if she was looking forward to Monday and what she thought of the whole Sidney’s academy idea but, the pre-teen couldn’t help but notice, avoided asking her directly how she felt about being eaten. In truth, the reality of the situation hadn’t really hit her yet. Of course she was under no illusion about the cooking not being real or about surviving the event but the raw fact that she would no longer exist after Monday afternoon was yet to quite sink in. The idea of being cooked and eaten existed in abstract in her mind and, mostly, she was feeling a mixture of pride over being chosen and nervousness about appearing naked in front of so many people, although meeting Katie had definitely helped with that. Although she had been taken along to help put the younger girl at her ease, it felt more as if the reassurance had been the other way around and there was no denying that Katie’s enthusiasm was infectious! Kerry couldn’t help wondering how her mum had felt when she got the call asking her to come in and whether she had required much persuading to give her permission but, following her lead, she did not ask, instead asking what she planned to wear to the event on Monday.

Although her mum said she did not have to if she didn’t feel like it, Kerry did opt to go to school on Friday and was rather pleased that she did as the announcement about the changes that would be coming to the school the following academic year was made in assembly and she was called up to the front to receive a round of applause. For a moment she wondered if Mr Harcourt was going to ask her to undress in front of the whole rest of the school but he did not, that could wait until Monday! She wondered whether Katie had gone to school too and was receiving similar recognition and, if she, whether she had agreed to wear her uniform or whether she would be attending classes proudly naked! She knew there was a certain school of thought among some volunteers that wearing clothes was foolish once their status as meat had been confirmed and she would not be at all surprised to learn that Katie subscribed to this belief!


(To be continued...)

>>30466
Love the scenario for this story and your writing style for back and side story embelishment is nicely done. You should add Sidneyverse to your tags lines.

How many stories are you working on at the same time?

Mac

>>30467
Hi Mac, glad you're enjoying this one! Hmm how many at a time? I think I currently have four in active progress but this should be a relatively short one! My problem is, if I'm in the middle of a story and a new idea siezes me, I have to get it out before I can continue! Thanks for the suggestion but I think tagging my own stuff here as Sidneyverse would be a little redundant - everything I write is Sidneyverse unless specified otherwise :) I do use the tag on Ao3 to help people find it but I don't think it would achieve anything here :)

Yes, Edward that’s one of frustrating things about following your stories Is when you hop around like that I love your writing. But following You can be frustrating at times.

>>30473
Haha sorry about that! If you think following me is frustrating, try being me and having to live inside my brain! ;) I do have some friends who prefer to wait until a story is finished before they start reading for that very reason :)

What makes it worse Edward is I’ve made suggestions that you’ve thought we’re great that I think of you off your titties new stories which means that you skipping around. This is much my fault. It’s yours.

>>30476
The curse of creative brains, eh? ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To be continued...

>>30474
I prefer reading them directly on gurochan as they come out. If i only read the finished story, there is a danger to miss some great story ideas, that were in the end never fleshed out.

>>30480
I'm glad! Plus it means you get to experience the real-time discussions that can sometimes influence how a story developes :)

>>30478
I know you mean. I'm juggling 7 artworks,(4 are AI) and 3 written pieces,(2 genre, 1 mundane).

BTW, Is this kind of what you had in mind for Kerry or shoild I mod it further? (It's a quickie mod I had from a similar piece)

>>30482
Pretty close but, if possible, could you make her a little plumper with a rounder face but just a little? :)

>>30483
As Requested

Yes! . . . We Have the Meat!

Hmmmm, posted those last 2 in the wrong order. Oh well, Can't start the dinner without the appetizer!

>>30484
>>30485
>>30486
Making me very hungry! Hehe. I won't be able to post updates this coming week but I will check in! 😊

>>30481
What i like about the story is the hint of not quite eagerness but rather being volunteered by her teachers. When i understand right, her mother gets some compensation, so she literaly sold her. And her teachers were in some sense predating on her. So i sense some hint of evil in the background that makes it interesting. But as this is Hydes universe, i guess also in this story all little girls will become happy in the end, wich is also OK by me.

>>30486
Ooops, strike the boots and replace with stockings and patent leather shoes for Katie as per actual story line.

Ed, it gets rather tedious just calling the schools middle school and primary. Why not run a contest to come up with school names. ( ei: Alferd Packer Middle school & Bathory Elementary?)

>>30492
Oh yes, the slightly predatory vibe was very much intentional! It is something I like to flirt with in various stories!

>>30493
Yes I thought about that but couldn't come up with one ao decided not to bother this time around. I do intend more stories to take place in the school 'though!

“Well li’l red,” he grinned, flashing her perfect, unnaturally white teeth, “just call me the Big Bad Wolf because I want to eat you all up!”

“Well you’ll get your chance in a couple of hours!” Kerry giggled.

“Well lucky old me!” Hunter grinned again then, to her surprise but not displeasure, he reached out and lightly squeezed her left breast as if it were a piece of fruit in the supermarket then ran his thumb over her perky, pink nipple. “Please tell me one of these has got my name on it?”

“I’m afraid I won’t be in a position to supervise who gets what when I’m served,” Kerry giggled again, find it in equal parts amusing and arousing to discuss herself as food, “but you’re in charge, right? You’re, like, the big boss in this country? You can have whatever you want, right?”

“I guess I can!” he winked at her. “Hey, Josie?” he called over to his latest branch manager. “Can li’l red and I have the room for a bit?” The question hung pregnantly in the air for a few moments as the two smartly-dressed adults exchanged looks. Eventually Josie broke the silence.

“Is that okay with you, Kerry?” she asked in a kind tone. Although not entirely sure what Hunter had in mind, the pre-teen meat-girl was fairly sure it was something intimate that he wouldn’t want a lot of people around for. Despite the fact that he seemed very keen on cooking and eating her, Hunter didn’t strike Kerry as the sort of man who would hurt her or force her to do anything she didn’t like. Besides, she reasoned, it wasn’t like the tent was in the middle of nowhere. If she screamed, people from both schools would likely hear her.

“Sure!” She nodded, smiling politely, trying not to make her excitement too obvious although the way her delicious, puffy nipples were threatening to poke someone’s eye out made her efforts a little redundant. It wasn’t like she could blame it on the cold, although perhaps she could put it down to the anticipation of being eaten. Josie stood silently for a moment, looking her in the eye for any hint of unhappiness, any silent cry for help, but say none.

“Okay everyone!” she clapped her hands. “Coffee, donuts and bacon rolls in the school canteen! Be back in forty minutes!” The crew all happily downed tools and headed out for their breakfast. “I’ll look after Katie.” She smiled at Hunter and Kerry. “I can promise you twenty minutes, don’t know about anything longer than that.”

“That should be plenty!” Hunter winked at Josie, taking both of Kerry’s hands in his. “See you later!” Shaking her head in amusement while smiling like an indulgent grandparent, Josie followed the remaining crew members out of the tent to find the other star of the day and, most likely, rescue her colleague from her constant questions about the spit then zipped up the opening behind her, leaving the rather mis-matched couple alone.

“So, you like sausage?” Hunter asked with a wolfish smile. As young as she was, Kerry was not so naive as to assume he was talking about her dietary preferences.

“I’ve never had it,” she replied quietly, “not that kind anyway!” But then added with a bright smile, “But heck, I’ll try anything once! After all,” she giggled, “even if I don’t like it, I won’t have to regret it for long!”

“That’s the spirit!” Hunter ruffled her hair. “Okay li’l red, let’s have you down on your knees!” Kerry did as she was told, kneeling in front of him on the soft grass of the playing field, making her realise for the first time the strange sensation of being outdoors and indoors at the same time!

“Is… Is this legal?” the twelve year old asked a little nervously as Hunter unzipped the fly of his expensive cream suit and reached inside.

“I guess it’s something of a grey area,” he admitted, pulling out his hard, impressively large member, “bur as you’re gonna swallow the evidence and I plan on eating the only witness, I don’t think we need to worry too much, do you?” Kerry couldn’t help giggling. She reached out and took the engorged organ in her warm, soft hand and began to stroke up and down.

“What do I do?” she asked, hoping her incredibly wealthy, incredibly handsome companion would not judge her inexperience. “I mean, I know the basic idea but…”

“No problem!” Hunter assured her, stroking her hair with which he seemed so captivated. “I’m told I’m a pretty good teacher! Just put your lips around it softly and lick the tip.” Kerry did as he said, moistening her lips first then closing them around his member before caressing the tip with her tongue. “Good girl!” Hunter half exclaimed, half gasped. “Now keep up that tongue action and move your mouth further down. No need to impress me,” he assured her, “you already got the job! Just take as much as you’re comfortable with.” Kerry slowly, carefully, bobbed her head forward, continuing to caress Hunter with her tongue as she moved along the length. “That’s it!” He encouraged her. “Just like a popsicle!” The young meat-girl continued. Unsure what to do with her hands, she clasped them behind her back as if she were kneeling to be beheaded! As she pleasured Sidney’s big bother, she wondered how the spitting would actually feel and whether Sidney would have preferred that option if it has been available to her or if she would still have opted to be butchered.

“Hey, why is this…?” a small but cheerful voice came from outside the tent, closely followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled upwards. “Hey where is...Woah, sorry!” Katie giggled, crawling through the bottom of the flap then putting her hand to her mouth.

“Don’t stop!” Hunter ordered in an urgent voice, noticing Kerry’s alarmed hesitation. “Keep going, li’l red! Please!” Katie walked towards them curiously, watching with quiet fascination as Kerry took the last few seconds needed to bring Hunter to climax, her eyes going wide as his thick, hot cream filled her mouth but swallowing it instinctively then sucking the last few drops from the tip. As she pulled her head back, leaving Hunter’s still very hard erection exposed, now glistening with her saliva, Katie dropped to her knees beside her.

“Can I try?” she asked sweetly.

“Be my guest!” Hunter smiled at her. “Don’t know if I’ve got another load ready to go but a special kiss from a little cutie is always welcome!” Giggling, Kerry instructed the younger meat-girl what to do, noting with amusement that Hunter had to put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as Katie enthusiastically pleasured him.

“So sorry!” Josie exclaimed, opening the flap a little further and ducking in then turning to close it behind her before paying any particular attention to what was going on. “One moments she was right beside me then she wasn’t! I hope she didn’t give you any bother? I did tell her to… Oh!” she exclaimed, finally seeing what her young charge was up to. “I guess she’s not spoiling your fun after all!”

“Fuck no!” Hunter practically shouted. “Keep going, honey! I think I got a mouthful for you after all!” Katie excitedly redoubled her efforts and was rewarded moments later as Hunter filled her sweet little mouth with his second, smaller and thinner but no less enthusiastic load. “Well I guess I’m really getting spoiled today!” he chuckled, finally making himself decent once more as Kerry got to her feet and Katie remained on the floor smiling up at him proudly.

“Let me just get you two cleaned up!” Josie chuckled, grabbing a wet-wipe from the makeup table and dabbing around both girls’ mouths, encouraging Katie to stand up and for both of them to brush the grass off their legs, hoping the tell-take indentations on their knees would fade quickly! “I guess this is as good a time as any to show you your costumes!”

“Both actually worn by Sidney herself!” Hunter informed them proudly. “After today’s event we’ll be putting them on display in your respective school reception areas like we do in all the restaurants! Luckily my little sister had a very big wardrobe!” he chuckled. In truth, due to the need to appear perfect on every occasion, Sidney rarely wore the same hat and boots more than once and certainly no more than three times, meaning that there were more than enough collected over the more than three years of her campaign for every new restaurant, hotel and now Academy to have their own set but that did not stop it being a special thrill for the girls whose faces lit up with excitement as Josie pulled out a large black and chrome case like the kind used to transport musical instruments or complex equipment.

Placing it on an empty table, she clicked the latches open and the girls leaned in to see.

“The boots have their own lining built in,” Josie explained, carefully lifting out the hats then the boots, standing them on the table for the girls to see, “so you don’t need to wear socks with them but we do have some of various thicknesses in case we mis-judged. So,” she smiled proudly, gesturing towards the two sets of hat and boots, the smaller of which were baby-blue, mirroring the darker blue of Katie’s school uniform, and the larger of which were white, “what do you think? We tried to pick ones that were in keeping with your school colours but also that we thought would suit your colouring!” Grinning from ear to ear, the girls first picked up the hats and tried them on, Katie tossing aside her own, flinging it like a Frisby into the corner of the tent now that a far more authentic one was available to replace it.


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Sitting down at the makeup table, both girls pulled on their boots. As designed, they were a snug fit but felt incredibly comfortable! Kerry stretched out her legs in front of her to admire the boots which on their own probably cost as much as her entire wardrobe.

“What do you think?” Josie asked encouragingly. “Get up and have a little walk around!” The girls did as she suggested and found the boots so comfortable that they both felt a little sad they would only get to enjoy them for a few hours.

“If I were Sidney, I’d never have worn anything else!” Katie exclaimed.

“Well she rarely did in public!” Hunter reminded them with a chuckle.

“What was she like really?” Kerry asked with curiosity. “Like, when she did wear clothes, did she stuff that would have gone with these?” She imagined Hunter’s famous sister in pink or white Daisy Dukes with a tied-up shirt, or a leather jacket and skirt combo with a crop-top underneath.

“Strictly between us?” Hunter chuckled. “She was a total tom-boy! Hardly ever wore makeup, wore her hair in a simple pony-tail, it was straight like yours by the way, li’l red.” he observed with a warm smile, clearly fondly remembering her little sister. “She went to a pretty exclusive school, the kind where everyone’s parents are either rich, famous or powerful, so that had a pretty strict uniform but otherwise she mostly wore baggy jeans or shorts depending on the weather and a hockey jersey or maybe a band T-shirt. Trust me,” he chuckled again, “she used to love how she could stand right next to one of her bill-boards and not get recognised! Heck, right up until just before the end when she got to give a little speech about her mission, more than half that school didn’t realise she was the same girl from the posters! She used our mom’s surname at school for security.”

“Oh wow so she was kinda like a super-hero!” Kerry grinned.

“She sure was!” Hunter laughed warmly. “You know, I have a feeling the two of you would have got on great!”

“And me, right?” Katie asked hopefully, sounding a little nervous and put out.

“Oh she’d have absolutely adored you!” Hunter ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head. “You’re just the kind of eager little piglet she had in mind when she pushed for the rights she was fighting for to be universal!” Katie beamed happily.

“So did she ever…” Kerry blushed. “You know, like we just did?”

“Fuck no!” Hunter practically roared with laugher. “That was not her scene at all! Did did get kinda curious about one guy on her team but I think that was more to do with fomo than anything else. Her drives were well and truly all connected to being eaten!” The girls both giggled.

“What’s fomo?” asked Katie.

“F. O. M. O.” Hunter spelled out the acronym. “Fear of mission out! I think it struck her towards the end that she was going to be missing out on a whole lot of life she she wanted to cram as much as possible into the time she had left. Get things ticked off, under her belt.” As he spoke, Hunter began to worry that he might have said the wrong thing. After all, these two girls were hours at most from their own deaths and he didn’t want to complicate the situation by triggering last-minute regrets but fortunately neither of them seemed to think in these terms.

“Oh so like a bucket list?” Katie nodded thoughtfully, showing that she understood. “Mummy got me to write one of those of all the things I wanted to do over the weekend and she said we’d do as many as we could!”

“Exactly!” Hunter grinned. Before the conversation could go any further, Josie returned with the two women in charge of hair and makeup. Both were carrying cups of coffee in paper cups and had the happy expressions of people who have just enjoyed a good breakfast! Setting the hats of the table, Josie explained she had some things she needed to run through with Hunter and left the meat-girls with the two woman.

The four chatted happily while the women did their work. Although they had not known Sidney personally, they did work with some of the dance troupes that every restaurant had and usually got involved with any big, public events, especially the openings of new restaurants. The makeup they used on the girls was very subtle, enhancing their natural prettiness without giving them the “Pageant Queen” look that Sidney was famous for. Both girls giggled as some pink powder was applied to their nipples to make them stand out a little more once flavourless moisturiser had been rubbed all over their bodies to give their skin a nice sheen. Of course before roasting they would be oiled up but that was to come later and walking or being driven from place to place while covered in cooking oil was messy and impractical! With their faces and bodies taken care of, the women’s attention was turned next to the girls’ hair. Katie’s they added some extra curls to, accentuation its natural waviness, and Kerry’s they straightened then tied into a neat single braid. Finally they both put their hats on and the effect was complete!

While the woman worked, the rest of the crew had started to filter back in and by the time they were finished, Josie was waiting to escort the girls to the car that would take them to the currently vacant plot of land which would soon be the local Sidney’s ready for the ground-breaking ceremony.


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>>30493
I'll probably use names for the schools in the latter part of the story and edit them in when I post on Pixiv and Ao3 :)

“How do we look?” Katie asked, hopping off the stall with a grin and giving a little twisty twirl to show herself off.

“Good enough to eat!” Josie chuckled, an answer which seemed to please the little meat-girl very much. “Ready to go?” Kerry got down off her own seat and adjusted her white hat. She had to admit, it looked good on her and suited her colouring far better than a pink one would have! She waited to be offered her robe or a new one but, when no such offer came, began to look around for the one she had taken off for Hunter. “Is everything okay?” Josie asked.

“Yeah,” Kerry smiled, “just looking for my robe.”

“Oh you don’t need that.” Josie told her with a smile but a firm tone. “From now on, you’re a Sidney’s girl!” Kerry gulped a little. She had known she would be naked for the events themselves, not to mention when she cooked, but had assumed she would be afforded a little modesty in between, especially as, from the sounds that floated across the field from both sides, people were starting to arrive for school and the playground would be pretty full.

“No need to be shy, li’l red.” Hunter smiled kindly, offering her his hand. “Just strut like you own the place! You know,” he continued in a slightly conspiratorial tone, “Sidney always said she never actually felt naked when she was dressed like this. She thought of it as her work uniform, a naked girl costume!” Kerry nodded. It seemed a good way to think of it – she wasn’t naked, she was dressed as Sidney!

“Thanks.” She smiled, accepting his offered hand. Katie happily latched onto his other and Josie went ahead, opening the front of the tent fully so that they could walk out together. The roasting pits that were being assembled when Kerry arrived were fully set up now, the spits gleaming on their rack and the two currently upright spitting frames waited, tucked up against the side of the tent. For a moment, Kerry felt a small stab of regret that she would not get to see how she looked on the spit. Perhaps, she thought to herself, if she remembered, she could ask her mum or someone else to take some pictures on their phone to show her.

Standing near to the roasting pit, talking to a member of the crew, was Mr Harcourt. He expressed delight at seeing the girls emerging with the handsome businessman and enthused about how delicious they looked in a way that was clearly intended to be complimentary and encouraging and which Katie clearly loved but which Kerry couldn’t help finding borderline creepy. While it was nice to know that people were looking forward to her meat and she had been flattered when Hunter asked to reserve one of her sweet little tits, hearing the principal of her school gushing about how much he wanted to eat her hit rather differently and she could not help remembering that she had been put forward for this role by, apparently, the majority of her teachers, meaning that when asked which of their pupils they would most like to eat, she had been the one most of them thought of. She wondered for how many of them it had been a spontaneous decision and how many had spent the entire time she had been at the school imagining how good she’d be to eat?! Not wanting to make any sort of scene or spoil the mood, she responded politely to his comments and gave him a smile but could not shake the uncomfortable feeling of his hungry eyes on her naked body as she walked away.

While everyone on the field had been in some way connected with the event, most giving them only passing glances, the playground as they walked up the side of the main school building towards the front entrance where the car would be waiting was another matter.

“Remember,” Hunter leaned down to whisper to her, giving her hand a comforting squeeze, “strut like you own the place! Anyone tries to cat-call you, just wave and blow them a kiss!”

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Taking Hunter’s advice, Kerry owned the attention she got from her fellow students just as Katie was. Mostly it was looks of shock and surprise and more than once she saw girls bump into each other because their attention was on them rather than on where they were going. The occasional calls of “Looking tasty!” or “Nice tits!” were met with the good humour with which they were clearly intended and Kerry soon found herself waving, blowing kisses and showing off to the various phone cameras pointed in her direction. The teachers, for their part, did at least try to be a little more discrete but there was no mistaking the way they looked at her. In front of the main entrance and attracting almost as much attention as the girls themselves was a white stretch limo, a smartly-dressed woman driver in a white uniform with pink trim standing by the passenger door ready to greet them.

“Good morning!” the driver smiled warmly, touching the brim of her cap in a for of salute. “Do make yourselves comfortable!” Grinning from ear to ear and feeling very much like celebrities, the girls took off their hats and climbed inside, closely followed by Josie and Hunter. Once they were inside and sat down, Katie next to Josie on the seat that faced forward and Kerry beside Hunter facing the back window, the driver closed the door and got in the front.

“Don’t forget to belt up, li’l red!” Hunter winked at her, reaching over to pull the seatbelt across her chest, the back of his hand brushing against her pert, pink nipple. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you! What a waste of great meat that would be!” Kerry giggled as she took hold of the end of the belt and clicked it into place while the others did the same. For some reason, the way Hunter referred to her as meat, despite being more overt and explicit than anything said by Mr Harcourt or any other teacher, felt significantly less predatory to her and gave her none of the slightly uneasy feelings her principal’s enthusiastic comments did. Perhaps it was simply that Hunter was charming and handsome, someone she could feel excited at the prospect of being eaten by? Or maybe it was because by the time they were introduced, her participation was a done deal? She had already agreed to be cooked and served up before they met, it was not as if he had come into her classroom and picked her out to be on the menu which is effectively what her teachers had done to her.

The location of the new Sidney’s was not too far away, on a site where a car dealership had previously stood, closed for as long as Kerry could remember and becoming more and more derelict with each passing year until it had been torn down and the site cleared around Christmas time. Speculation about what would be built in its place had been a frequent topic of conversation in the ensuing months until the banner had finally gone up advertising that Chistleton had been chosen as the location of the next branch of Sidney’s Family Restaurant, the seventh in the UK and the first outside a major city.


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There had been some objections, of course, even a protest or two, partly on moral grounds and partly over concerns about the increased traffic to the area causing disruption for locals but these had all been smoothed over and most of the sceptical residents had been reasonably assured that the new restaurant with all the jobs that it would bring, not to mention potential customers for other local businesses, would be a net benefit for the town.

Although they did clearly hope to recruit from among local girls for their menu, it would clearly be necessary to bring in girls from other parts of the country too, or even from abroad. For fun, one rainy lunch time, Kerry and a couple of her friends had done some calculations. Well aware that some days would be busier than others, they had settled on an average of twenty girls cooked per day, which came to seven thousand and three hundred girls cooked per year, which they had rounded up to seven thousand and five hundred. They had then looked up the population of their town which had come up comically small so they had extended it to the whole borough, rounding up to one hundred and seventy five thousand. Assuming that half that number would be female, they had then checked some national statistics which showed that one about ten percent of those would be of eligible age which they decided to generously round up to fifteen. This gave them a total a little over thirteen thousand eligible girls in the borough, meaning that if every single eligible girl were to volunteer, something they were quite sure was not going to happen, the new local Sidney’s would still run out of meat in less than two years. Reflecting on this as she enjoyed the luxurious car journey, Kerry decided to ask Hunter and Josie about it.

“So, my friends and I were doing some sums a few weeks ago,” she explained, “and there’s nowhere near enough girls in the local area to keep you in business. How’s that going to work?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that!” Josie grinned. “Unlike the big city branches, these regional Sidney’s restaurants are all going to be built with accommodation on site for up to three hundred girls. Of course we don’t expect to have that many staying with us most of the time but it will mean we can bring in a steady supply of girls from more densely populated areas or towns where there are no plans to build a restaurant just yet. The UK government has also agreed deals with the US, Canada and the EU to allow girls to sign up with local recruiters and be imported.”

“Don’t worry, li’l red!” Hunter winked at her. “We’re not about to invest big bucks in your school just to empty it out in a few months!” Kerry smiled, pleased that her question had been taken seriously and interested to hear the answer.

“But girls from the school can volunteer if they want to, right?” Katie asked, eyes wide with concern, not wanting to think that her friends might miss out on a great opportunity.

“Of course!” Josie chuckled. “We will encourage it! And we plan for your schools to become so well known for their academic excellence that families will be queuing up to move to the area to get their daughters in! This town, let’s face it, had a bit of an issue with an ageing, dwindling population but with our presence we plan to make it a vibrant, young community once more!” The girls both beamed, happy and proud to be playing an important part in the rejuvenation of their school and the town in general.

“Is there going to be a dance troupe?” Kerry asked, remembering what she had heard about other branches and some of the videos that had been shared online.

“Oh yes!” Josie nodded excitedly. “They will be based at your school and we’re hoping most of the members will be pupils there, although it will be open to girls from other schools in the area too. They will be performing every Saturday and meeting twice a week after school to rehearse in your hall.”

“I bet Mr Harcourt will love that!” Kerry chuckled. “And no shortage of teachers offering their time to chaperone, I’m sure?”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a problem in that area, no.” Josie winked.

“What about mermaids?” Katie asked, gripping the edge of her seat and rocking excitedly.

“Of course!” Josie grinned. “Can’t have a Sidney’s without mermaids! Every afternoon before four and eight and all day on weekends, in shifts of course. We’re hoping most of those will come from your schools too.”

“Hey look!” Hunter pointed out the window. “We’re here! Ready to be famous, girls?” They both grinned and nodded as the car came to a stop and they waited for the driver to open the door.

“Hats on!” Josie reminded them, looking out the window at the swarm of press photographers and local news camera operators who were already there. She could see the Mayor in her ceremonial robes and chain as well a few other important-looking people in suits. The driver opened the door and the girls, now wearing their hats, got out and first, waving and blowing kisses to the various cameras, closely followed by Hunter and finally Josie. They entered through the open gates onto the building site where the ground-breaking ceremony would take place.

Behind the wire fences, the site was mostly empty aside from some stacks of metal beams, a concrete mixer, a small, pre-fab site office, some porta-loos and assorted diggers and fork-lift trucks. They were greeted by the Mayor and a man who wore a suspiciously clean yellow hard-hat and high-vis vest over his smart suit who introduced himself as the site foreman. Hunter took the lead, introducing the girls to the small audience of mostly journalists and thanking everyone for coming out then, before giving a short speech about Sidney and how happy she would be to see how far her legacy had spread and how widely her dream had been embraced. Then he handed over to Josie who said a few words about the planned restaurant and what she hoped it would mean to the local community. With the speeches concluded, Hunter and Josie were handed a spade with a sparkly pink ribbon around it which they posed with as if they were about to dig, the Mayor and foreman on either side of them then the girls on the outside. Then the girls were asked to pose with the spade while Hunter and Josie stood behind them with their hands on their shoulders.


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The Mayor was the first to leave in her large black Rolls Royce, heading to the school to mingle on the field before the barbecue, while Hunter, Josie and the girls stuck around so that the adults could answer some more questions which varied in tone for the light-hearted such as which part of a girl was the tastiest to more in-depth questions about logistics just as Kerry has brought up in the car. There were also a few questions about the moral implications of a business such as theirs which Hunter answered with his normal, well-rehearsed and smooth response that they would only be serving up willing volunteers, that nobody was being forced to eat there and that surely consuming the meat of an eager, sentient, home-raised volunteer was more ethically and environmentally sound than eating the meat of a farm animal? This was an argument Sidney herself had used on many occasions and there really was no objective counter to it with any negative responses coming down to emotion and personal feelings at which point Hunter could simply refer them to his earlier statement that nobody was being forced to participate on either side of the menu!

Eventually the camera crews and journalists dispersed to their own cars and vans, ready to set up by the entrance to the school where the new sign would be unveiled, and the guests of honour were invited into the site office so that the girls could see the plans and concept art for the new restaurant. Like the others Kerry had scene, it resembled something out of Las Vegas, with lots of white marble and gold accents, along with pink carpets and seat cushions. There was a stage for performances with a small “green room” behind and the typical setup of changing room, kitchen, foyer with gift shop and dining room along with a mezzanine level for the private dining suites. Being in a more suburban setting, Kerry had assumed that it would be smaller than one of the Sidney’s branches in a city but if anything it was bigger, with Josie explaining the increased parking capacity afforded by its location allowed for larger visitor numbers. The accommodation for non-local meat-girls was part of the same building, accessed through the kitchen from the inside and with its own secure entrance at the back which, Josie was quick to explain, was not to keep the girls in as, like any meat-girl, they would be free to leave at any time up until the start of their preparation, unless otherwise stipulated in individual contracts for private parties, but rather to keep them safe from any less pleasant individuals who might see a hotel filled with more-or-less unsupervised, usually naked young girls as an opportunity for some personal gratification at their expense or from vigilante groups who might be misguided enough to attempt to “rescue” them.

To kill time since their arrival at the school was intended to be all part of the event, the site foreman made coffees for Josie and Hunter and put on a video for the girls to watch which was a not-yet-released promotional recruitment video filmed at the first UK Sidney’s branch in Birmingham where a pretty blonde girl of around twelve, dressed in casual clothes to start with, led the viewer on a tour of the restaurant and other facilities before signing a form at the reception desk, undressing in the changing room and then going to the kitchen where they were able to watch her cleaned and prepped before being introduced to two other girls of around the same age, both pretty but one slim, bordering on skinny, and the other cutely plump, then led out to the public cooking area where the thin girl climbed into the stew pot, her chubby friend was stuffed and put in the oven and the girl the camera had been following was spitted and put on to roast over the artificial but no less hot coals.

“That’s going to be us soon!” Katie reminded Kerry with obvious excitement and the older girl could not deny the tingle between her legs as she watched the athletic blonde slowly turning. “It’s so handy, isn’t it?” her fellow roaster continued conversationally, “That girls come with a special hole for spitting!”

“Yup! Nifty design feature, huh?” Kerry grinned, unsure whether the younger meat-girl was making a joke or if she really did think the opening between her legs had evolved to facilitate spit-roasting. “And it feels so nice having things in there!”

“Uh-huh!” Katie nodded enthusiastically. “The spit’s gonna feel sooo good!” Kerry was sceptical about that but the last thing she wanted to do was dampen her friend’s enthusiasm or make her nervous for what she was clearly very excited about. On the video, the girls were now being served up to a suspiciously attractive selection of diners who Kerry was fairly sure were specially selected extras then a message came on the screen asking the watching girls if they would be next and providing contact information for potential recruits.

“What do you think?” Josie asked with a smile, coming over to switch the video off now that it was finished. “Would it make you want to sign up?”

“I think if I was on the fence about it,” Kerry replied thoughtfully, “then it would be really good to see what a girl could actually expect on the day and what happens from when you arrive up to when you’re cooked.”

“That’s what we were hoping.” Hunter agreed, coming over with his nearly-empty coffee cup. “Of course we’re also hoping the publicity from today is going to be a great recruitment tool!” He finished his coffee and tossed the paper cup into the recycling bin. “I think we’ve given them enough time now.” He observed, checking his very expensive-looking watch. “Ready to head over to the school?”

Soon the small party was back in the car and heading back across town to where their journey had started. When they had left, the sign had still been covered with heavy black plastic wrap, sealed away from prying eyes, but as they pulled up in front of the school, causing a flurry of excitement among the official press and the significant number of parents and other locals who had gathered to witness this part of the event since it was in a far more public space, they saw that it was now covered by a blanket of red velvet, or something that looked very like velvet while being a little more weather-proof, most likely, with a gold fringe around the edges. Mr Harcourt and the head of the junior school were stood waiting for them along with a neatly-uniformed girl from each year-group, the juniors in blue and seniors in red. Accompanying them were the Mayor and a number of smartly-dressed men and women that Kerry didn’t know but she supposed they were the school governors.

Getting out the car after making sure their hats were on straight, Katie and Kerry waved and blew kisses to the various cameras in a way that had now become second nature as both scanned the audience for their parents, Kerry spotting her mum, who would of course be invited to the barbecue, waving with one hand and filming on her phone with the other while Katie spotted both parents and all four grandparents who had come to see her off. Putting a hand on Kerry’s shoulder, Hunter guided both girls to the front as he and Josie took their places beside the two head teachers who he greeted with firm handshakes then the crowd fell silent, waiting for the speeches.


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Standing very much on display in front of him, feeling more like a prop or piece of set-dressing than an actual participant, Kerry felt grateful for Hunter’s hands on her shoulders, not exactly squeezing them but resting them with enough weight to be a comforting presence. Far from looking awkward, Katie appeared to be revelling in the attention and loving showing herself off to the extent that Kerry couldn’t help wondering how she had lasted as long as she had without ending up on the menu some way or another. Not that she was feeling too self-conscious about being nude in front of everyone now. Hunter’s words about how Sidney had viewed this outfit, such as it was, as a sort of uniform and the discussion about how she and Katie were not actually naked but wearing Sidney costumes had really hit home. Besides, what was the point of being shy when within the hour she was going to be roasting and by the end of the afternoon, anything recognisable as her body would be gone forever! Might as well let people enjoy looking at it if they wanted to before they enjoyed it a different way!

Given that he was never the most captivating speaker at the best of times, Kerry was finding Mr Harcourt’s speech impossible to concentrate on, the words becoming a sort of droning white-noise, very similar to the teachers in the Charlie Brown cartoons. Instead, her attention turned to the watching audience, most of whom were smiling with polite indulgence as they listened to his ramblings about the importance of this partnership for both schools, which from September would be combined into one, spread across the combined campus and making use of shared facilities, and his bright hopes for the future.

Rather than paying attention to the speech, Kerry was watching the people in the audience, their numbers swollen by passers-by who had stopped to see what was going on and people who lived in the street who had come out of their houses, attracted by the crowd. Some were unashamedly looking at her and Katie, clearly enjoying the change to see two young girls in their birthday suits, others, to her amusement, kept stealing furtive glances as if worried they might get in trouble if caught looking while others, even more entertainingly, seemed to be making a point of looking anywhere but at them. These groups did, in fairness, make up the minority and most people were simply looking around naturally between the different people in front of them, especially those who had arrived once proceedings had already started and were trying to work out what was going on!

Next to give her speech was Josie and she mercifully kept it short, as did Hunter, both giving condensed versions of the what they had said at the building site, then it was time for the sign to be unveiled. Although officially the schools would continue to operate as they had been until the end of the Summer term with most of the practical changes coming into effect in September, the official name change would be immediate. Kerry and Katie found themselves pulled forward to take the lead in the unveiling, standing in the middle of the sign, grabbing hold of the covering with one hand each while the other girls from their school lined up behind them, the head of the junior school standing by to assist on Katie’s side as not only were those girls smaller but there were fewer of them. Encouraged by Hunter, the audience counted down from five then cheered as the velveteen cloth was pulled away, temporarily covering the girls which was a source of obvious amusement for all those watching, to reveal a bold sign reading “Sidney’s Academy, Chistleton” with a picture of Sidney’s head and shoulders, cut off just before her nipples would be visible, in a red hat with a monogram of the letters S and C which would be the school’s new logo on the front. At the bottom was the school’s contact telephone number and email address as well as Mr Harcourt’s name and some small print declaring it to be an independent educational academy under the academic oversight of the borough council and sponsored by Roebuck International Inc.

With the ceremony complete, there were more photographs to be taken. The uniformed girls were dismissed back to their classes and a lot of those members of the public who had stopped to watch wandered off but the two meat-girls along with Hunter, Josie and the head teachers in various different combinations all posed in front of the sign for the cameras. Finally it was time to go down to the field. Josie led the girls down first while Hunter stayed to chat with the adults and, as a fairly well-known public figure himself, although he knew his fame and recognition could never even dream of coming anywhere close to his sister’s, posed for selfies with those who wanted them. Down on the field, Kerry assumed that the roasting prep would begin right away but instead they were ushered into the tent so that the makeup ladies could give them a quick touch-up while the workers made sure anything that was not supposed to be on display safely out of view. Then a number of bottles of sparkling wine were taken from a cooler and opened by the catering assistants then poured out into champagne flutes carefully arranged on trays.


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“Go mingle,” Josie encouraged them, “give these out. Let people get a good look at the menu!” Giggling, the girls did as she said, carefully carrying the trays around the collection of smartly-dressed guests on the school field. Kerry made a bee-line for her mum who happily accepted the drink and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek, assuring her how proud she was of her and complimenting her outfit.

“Did you get lots of pictures?” Kerry asked excitedly.

“I certainly did!” her mum assured her. “And I got the cards of a lot of the photographers who have promised to send me samples of what they’ve taken today. I’ll record everything that’s on TV about this and I’ll get a scrap book for the press cuttings.”

“That’s awesome!” Kerry beamed. “Not sure if I’ll get to talk to you again before… you know! So I hope you get a good, tasty piece of me!”

“All of you is tasty,” her mum smiled warmly, stroking her cheek with the back of the fingers of her free hand, “but don’t worry! That nice lady Josie has promised there’s at least slice of rump with my name on it!” Happy and contented, Kerry set off again to continue her task. She rather wanted to give her mum one last hug but the tray made it impractical so she blew a kiss from a few feet away instead. Seeing this, her mum mined catching it and tucking it close to her heart then blowing her one in return.

“Ah, Kerry!” Mr Harcourt beckoned her over, beaming fondly like an indulgent grandparent, just as he had when he told her she had been selected. “Do come and meet Mr Hutchinson.” He indicated the grey-haired man he was talking to who had the good grace to look a little awkward at being introduced to a naked schoolgirl. “He’s chairman of the board of Governors, until the end of term anyway.” he continued to smile as both he and the other man accepted drinks from Kerry’s offered tray, “He’ll be stepping down to make way for some of the executives from Sidney’s. Mr Hutchinson,” he turned to his friend, “this is Kerry, our delicious volunteer representing our side of the school.” Kerry smiled politely. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to enjoying her as much as I am!” he exclaimed, apparently oblivious to the awkward expressions on the faces of the other two in the conversation. “You’ll be roasting for us soon, won’t you, Kerry?”

“Yes, Sir.” she replied softly, the smile fixed in place. At least the slightly sympathetic look the other man shot her told her that she was not the only one finding Mr Harcourt’s tone a little over the top.

“You’re a credit to the school, Kerry.” Mr Hutchinson raised his glass to her, his sincerity obvious in his tone. “And we all thank you for your contribution to not only making today a success but also to securing the future of the school and the local community for many years to come.”

“Thank you.” Kerry gave a little bob of a curtsey. “I guess I should…” she lifted the tray a little by way of explanation.

“Of course, of course!” Mr Hutchinson smiled. “And thank you again!”

“Such a delicious treat, that one!” she heard Mr Harcourt observing as she walked away, making no attempt to lower his voice. “Did you see how wonderfully meaty she is in certain places?” There was no reply from his friend but Kerry did not have to look over her shoulder to imagine his awkward, forced smile. “Quite delectable!”

Her principal’s words making her feel deeply uncomfortable, a feeling she questioned her right to under the circumstances, Kerry continued to pass out the drinks until Josie saw her and put a hand on her shoulder, taking her to one side.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her genuine concern showing on her face.

“Nothing.” Kerry tried to shrug it off with a smile.

“Hey,” Josie looked at her kindly but with a firmness in her voice, “I’ve worked with girls your age long enough to know when you’re not happy and what I’m seeing is not last minute nerves about how the spit is going to feel! Now, I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re having second thoughts I won’t deny it’s a little awkward but we can…”

“No!” Kerry assured her quickly. “It’s just…” she hesitated for a moment. “Do you think we could talk in private?”

“Of course!” Josie nodded, taking the tray from her and passing it to a passing member of the catering team then leading her into the tent with both hands on her shoulders. Inside, Kerry was alone with Josie just as she had been with Hunter but it felt different this time. “Why don’t you sit down?” the kind woman suggested, pulling a stool out for Kerry and sitting down on another herself, crossing one leg over the other under her smart, knee-length skirt. “So, go on.” she smiled encouragingly. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” Kerry wrung her hands and looked down at her feet. “I don’t know if I should say anything but…”

“Please tell me.” Josie urged. “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong!”

“Well,” Kerry sighed. “It’s Mr Harcourt. He’s…” she hesitated, looking for the right words. “It’s just… He’s kinda giving me the creeps!”

“I see.” Josie nodded, the expression on her face suggesting that she had already suspected this, or at least feared that it might be an issue. “A little too keen, huh?”

“Yeah.” Kerry nodded. “The way he was talking about me just now and…”

“I get it!” Josie assured her. “You know, I wasn’t keen on how you were volunteered. I’d wanted to do a bit of a talk in one of your morning assemblies and ask girls to put themselves forward then maybe hold a vote or something but he insisted that it would, as he put it, cause a bit too much excitement and he assured us that he and his staff could arrange what we needed more discretely. I must admit I was quite relieved when you did seem to be up for it. I was preparing myself for some pretty awkward conversations and worrying that the whole deal might end up falling apart!”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want that.” Kerry promised sincerely. “And I’m happy to roast and I love that Hunter’s looking forward to my tit but, well, just promise me Mr Harcourt won’t get my fillet, okay? I have a feeling he’s going to ask for that!”

“I can certainly arrange that.” Josie nodded reassuringly. “Would it be okay with you if Hunter got to enjoy it?”

“Oh for sure!” Kerry grinned. “And the Mayor can have my other tit. She seems nice! And you will make sure my mum gets some of my rump?”

“Of course!” Josie chuckled. “That goes without saying! I hope it won’t bother you to hear that I’m rather looking forward to a slice of that myself?” The pre-teen giggled and assured her that she was very happy with the idea. “You know,” Josie mused, “I think we can see to it that all your choicest cuts will have been reserved in advance and Mr Harcourt will just have to make do with whatever’s left, even if he is the Principal! It’s not like he’s going to want to argue with Hunter, or with me for that matter, not with so much on the line! Don’t worry!” she winked. “There’ll be some strips of fore-arm for him, or some lower leg. Still a very tasty meal!” Kerry smiled, feeling better already. “You leave it to me, kiddo!” Josie stroked her face affectionately. “I’m pretty good at letting men know they’ve crossed the line and are in the dog-house without needing to cause a scene!”

“I bet Katie’s out there making deals with all the guests about what parts of her they’re going to get!” Kerry giggled.

“I bet you’re right!” laughed Josie. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled as if the solution to a particularly tricky puzzle had just occurred to her. “Here’s an idea!” she proposed. “You and Hunter seemed to hit it off pretty well, right?” Kerry nodded. “Well how about you think of yourself as a meal for him and everyone else as his friends who he’s going to share his leftovers with? Does that work for you?”

“I think it does!” Kerry nodded, smiling with genuine happiness now. “I guess we need to get me roasting soon?” Josie checked the time on her phone.

“I guess so!” she agreed, slipping it back into her jacket pocket. “Let’s go find Katie and give her the good news, if she hasn’t worked out a way to spit herself already, that is!”


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Outside, Katie was easy to spot, holding court with a group of journalists and school governors, clearly charming them with ease and inviting them to imagine her meat turning golden brown over the coals. Near by, members of the catering team were applying a fresh coat of oil to the spits so that they would slide smoothly through the two delicious young bodies.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Josie smiled, stepping into the middle of the group and putting a hand on Katie’s shoulder, “but our little meat-girl here has an important appointment that I’m sure she doesn’t want to miss!”

“Ooh it’s time?” Katie exclaimed with excitement. “Bye everyone!” she waved and blew kisses enthusiastically with both hands once Josie had relieved her of her tray. “Enjoy the barbecue!” With warm an affectionate chuckles, all the adults she had been talking to assured her that they would and wished both girls happy cooking. Hunter was already waiting by the roasting pit and, as they headed towards it, Kerry saw her mum giving her a thumbs-up and waving her camera which she knew was meant as a promise to get lots of pictures. Although a lot of her family had attended the press conference, only Katie’s mum was down on the field and the younger meat-girl waved cheerfully to her.

“All set, ladies?” Hunter grinned when they arrived.

“Sure thing!” Kerry grinned back at him, looking up into his handsome face with her shoulders back and chest pushed forward but then her face fell a little as she saw Mr Harcourt pass his drink to whoever the woman he had been talking to was, asking her to hold it for him, and begin to weave his way through the guests towards them. “Here we go…” Kerry sighed.

“Don’t worry!” Josie squeezed her shoulder while exchanging knowing looks with Hunter as two of the assistants went to fetch the spitting frames and began to wheel them forwards, fighting with them somewhat on the uneven surface of the field and the rolled along on wheels very similar to those on a supermarket trolley. “I’ve got this!”

“Oh wonderful!” the principal gushed, clasping his hands together in delight the way he often did when delivering good news or announcing a prize in assembly. “Time to start the cooking, I see?” He looked hungrily at the two young girls, his eyes unmistakably drifting down to the plump treat between Kerry’s legs in a way that Josie would have thought a little uncomfortable even if Kerry had not told her about the way he made her feel. Yes, the girls were meat and were there to be cooked, eaten and enjoyed just like every girl served up in her restaurant and its sister branches around the world but, like those other girls, they were still people and deserved to be treated with a degree of respect, especially at this stage when they could still technically back out and go on with their lives! “I wonder,” he continued, apparently oblivious to the judgement in Josie and Hunter’s eyes, “if I might be permitted to reserve a certain select portion? To stake my claim, as it were!” he added with a chuckle, clearly proud of his mid-level pun.

“I don’t think that’s especially appropriate under the circumstances.” Josie replied with a polite smile, feeling the pre-teen physically recoil from his gaze. He had not even asked Kerry herself in a way the might be considered friendly and playful, he had directed his question to the adults as if the girls were already nothing but food. His smile faltered, this answer clearly coming as something of a surprise.

“I’m sorry?” he asked, a visible puzzled.

“Oh I mean no offence!” Josie assured him with a smile that did not extend to her eyes. “But we have a lot of important guests here today. Mr Roebuck, for example, has flown all the way from Los Angeles to be with us! Not to mention the Mayor, all the school governors and the gentlemen and ladies of the press. There will be plenty to go around, don’t you worry, but I don’t think it would be a very good look if the host reserved to most coveted cuts for himself, would it?”

“Well no…” Mr Harcourt agreed awkwardly. “Quite. I was just thinking… No,” he shook his head and at least had the good grace to look embarrassed. “You’re quite right! Well,” he quickly recovered, smiling and clasping his hands together again, “I’ll leave you to it! All the best, girls!” Kerry and Katie both smiled at him politely as he retreated.

“Thank you.” Kerry whispered to Josie so softly that she was practically mouthing the words.

“I told you I’d take care of it, didn’t I!” Josie winked. “Now, let’s get you spitted! I think Hunter’s getting a little hungry!”


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Outside, Katie was easy to spot, holding court with a group of journalists and school governors, clearly charming them with ease and inviting them to imagine her meat turning golden brown over the coals. Near by, members of the catering team were applying a fresh coat of oil to the spits so that they would slide smoothly through the two delicious young bodies.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Josie smiled, stepping into the middle of the group and putting a hand on Katie’s shoulder, “but our little meat-girl here has an important appointment that I’m sure she doesn’t want to miss!”

“Ooh it’s time?” Katie exclaimed with excitement. “Bye everyone!” she waved and blew kisses enthusiastically with both hands once Josie had relieved her of her tray. “Enjoy the barbecue!” With warm an affectionate chuckles, all the adults she had been talking to assured her that they would and wished both girls happy cooking. Hunter was already waiting by the roasting pit and, as they headed towards it, Kerry saw her mum giving her a thumbs-up and waving her camera which she knew was meant as a promise to get lots of pictures. Although a lot of her family had attended the press conference, only Katie’s mum was down on the field and the younger meat-girl waved cheerfully to her.

“All set, ladies?” Hunter grinned when they arrived.

“Sure thing!” Kerry grinned back at him, looking up into his handsome face with her shoulders back and chest pushed forward but then her face fell a little as she saw Mr Harcourt pass his drink to whoever the woman he had been talking to was, asking her to hold it for him, and begin to weave his way through the guests towards them. “Here we go…” Kerry sighed.

“Don’t worry!” Josie squeezed her shoulder while exchanging knowing looks with Hunter as two of the assistants went to fetch the spitting frames and began to wheel them forwards, fighting with them somewhat on the uneven surface of the field and the rolled along on wheels very similar to those on a supermarket trolley. “I’ve got this!”

“Oh wonderful!” the principal gushed, clasping his hands together in delight the way he often did when delivering good news or announcing a prize in assembly. “Time to start the cooking, I see?” He looked hungrily at the two young girls, his eyes unmistakably drifting down to the plump treat between Kerry’s legs in a way that Josie would have thought a little uncomfortable even if Kerry had not told her about the way he made her feel. Yes, the girls were meat and were there to be cooked, eaten and enjoyed just like every girl served up in her restaurant and its sister branches around the world but, like those other girls, they were still people and deserved to be treated with a degree of respect, especially at this stage when they could still technically back out and go on with their lives! “I wonder,” he continued, apparently oblivious to the judgement in Josie and Hunter’s eyes, “if I might be permitted to reserve a certain select portion? To stake my claim, as it were!” he added with a chuckle, clearly proud of his mid-level pun.

“I don’t think that’s especially appropriate under the circumstances.” Josie replied with a polite smile, feeling the pre-teen physically recoil from his gaze. He had not even asked Kerry herself in a way the might be considered friendly and playful, he had directed his question to the adults as if the girls were already nothing but food. His smile faltered, this answer clearly coming as something of a surprise.

“I’m sorry?” he asked, a visible puzzled.

“Oh I mean no offence!” Josie assured him with a smile that did not extend to her eyes. “But we have a lot of important guests here today. Mr Roebuck, for example, has flown all the way from Los Angeles to be with us! Not to mention the Mayor, all the school governors and the gentlemen and ladies of the press. There will be plenty to go around, don’t you worry, but I don’t think it would be a very good look if the host reserved to most coveted cuts for himself, would it?”

“Well no…” Mr Harcourt agreed awkwardly. “Quite. I was just thinking… No,” he shook his head and at least had the good grace to look embarrassed. “You’re quite right! Well,” he quickly recovered, smiling and clasping his hands together again, “I’ll leave you to it! All the best, girls!” Kerry and Katie both smiled at him politely as he retreated.

“Thank you.” Kerry whispered to Josie so softly that she was practically mouthing the words.

“I told you I’d take care of it, didn’t I!” Josie winked. “Now, let’s get you spitted! I think Hunter’s getting a little hungry!”


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Giggling and feeling relieved, not to mention a little amused, to see Mr Harcourt put in his place in such a polite but decisive way, Kerry handed her hat to Josie then held Hunter’s hand to steady herself as she took her boots off. Now truly naked except for the band holding her hair in its braid, the pre-teen meat-girl happily stepped up onto her spitting frame while Katie did the same beside her, waiting for the assistants to adjust the frames to their relative heights before their ankles and wrists were strapped into place.

No announcement was required to let people know that the show was about to begin, with a gradual hush falling over the small crowd on the field as people noticed and pointed out to others what was happening. Quickly, all the guests formed a loose semi-circle to watch the proceedings with the public kept to the front while the press were afforded three hundred and sixty degree access. Understanding that they were not the centre of attention for the moment but also that they would be expected to be visible, Josie and Hunter stood by the roasting pits to watch as the experienced catering team got to work. To add to the aesthetics, the hats and boots were artfully arranged on the grass in front of the roasting pits with the boots standing under their own power and the hats leaning against them.

“Okay,” the young woman who had taken the lead in Kerry’s spitting smiled at her, “I’m going to tip you forward now. I’ll try to do it gently but there might be a bit of a bump. It’s important that we get your holes aligned properly for the spit so if you feel the bar pressing too far into your stomach or you feel like we’re bending you too far or not enough, speak up, okay?”

“Sure!” Kerry nodded. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing, right? You’ve spitted plenty of girls before me?”

“Only a hundred or so!” the young woman grinned and winked at her. “But you’re all different so it’s always a collaboration. Here we go!” With the help of a young man who Kerry could not help noticing was rather handsome, although not a patch on Hunter, the woman opened some clips on the frame and carefully tipped the front half forward so that Kerry was now bent at the waist and looking at the eager and intrigued audience. She wondered how many of them had ever witnessed a spitting before and concluded probably not that many, although a few more had probably tasted girl-meat before, albeit in butchered form.

With Kerry now bent forward, in order to keep her face forward, giving the spit a clear path in through her vagina and out through her throat, the young woman screwed a soft chin cup into place and, once Kerry’s head was suitable positioned, fitted another strap across the back of her neck.

“You got this, li’l red!” Hunter smiled encouragingly at her as the young woman picked up the well-oiled spit and gently eased the sharp tip between Kerry’s plump lower lips. It was warmer than she had expected, which made sense as it was metal and had been sitting in the sun for a couple of hours but still, she had expected the steel intruder to feel cold and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was not. Beside her, Katie was giggling as the spit was pushed into her tight but eager little cunt. Kerry could feel herself being stretched out from the inside, a sensation that she imagined was more or less what sex felt like, as the spit followed the currently available path into her body but braced herself, knowing that it would soon meet resistance and that is when the discomfort at best or pain at worst would start!

Sure enough, as the tip pressed against her cervix there was a burning pain but she gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out, knowing that it was expected of a meat-girl to put on a brave face for the sake of those watching her prepared. Katie let out a little yelp that was so sweet and expressed such genuine surprise that several of the adults watching couldn’t help chuckling affectionately. Kerry took advantage of the distraction to let out a little gasp as the spit forced its way into her uterus. The online guide Josie had directed her to after the contracts were signed had explained there were three main stages of the spitting and, while forcing of the cervix was technically ranked as the second most painful by medical standards, it was often the one that girls tended to find the most distressing, likely because it was the first. So, Kerry thought to herself as the spit began to stretch out the thick elastic wall of her uterus, officially the most painful of the three stages, she could be proud of herself for already getting the worst out of the way. As she had been told happened in most cases, her body was compensating for the pain of what it perceived as an attack by flooding her brain with endorphins which not only helped to dull the pain but also gave her a small high, like the glass of champagne she had enjoyed at her aunt’s wedding in the Spring! Not only this, but the thick, round spit was still rubbing against her hard, throbbing young clit as it continued for force its way inside her, giving her a feeling of pleasure that was at least equal to if not greater than the pain. Together, all three sensations combined into such a sensory overload for the twelve year old that she could not truly tell one from another any more. She gave another gasp as the spit tore through her uterine wall and began its now far smoother and less inhibited path through her body, working towards what the guide had described as the final stage when it would force its way out through the back of her throat.

The sudden eruption of applause confused Kerry for a moment, since the spit was not yet out of her mouth, but then she realised the applause must be for Katie who, being significantly shorter, had likely completed the spitting process ahead of her. She wanted to turn her head to look at her friend, to give her a smile of encouragement, but her restraints did not allow this, keeping her face looking straight ahead. Instead she gave a thumbs-up with her right hand and hoped that it was within Katie’s field of vision. Just as the applause died down, she felt the pressure at the back of her own throat and tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. A second wave of applause broke out as the spit emerged from her mouth, forcing her jaw uncomfortably wide and scraping against her teeth as it completed its journey.

That was it. Done She was meat. It wasn’t a theoretical idea any more, something that was going to happen. It had happened. Even if the spit were to be pulled out now, there was no way she could survive the internal injuries. No going back now. No backing out. She was meat. Coming to terms with her new situation as the sensory overload in her body calmed a little, Kerry felt the back half of the frame lifted up so that she now lay perfectly horizontally on the frame. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Katie being lifted off her frame and carried over to the roasting mounts as a nine-inch long stabilising bar was forced into her own anus and her ankles and wrists were unstrapped and fixed into cuffs to hold them against the pole.

A jolt of sensation, to call it pain was not strictly accurate, ran through Kerry’s body as the spit was lifted up and the frame rolled away from underneath her before she was carried over to the roasting pit and set on the mounts above the glowing coals.


To be continued...

A long, truly beautiful story. Time and again, you manage to portray the "Meat Girls" in a very endearing light. I actually had your story read aloud to me up to this point—a process that sparked quite a few inspirations. I am fortunate enough to be able to generate AI images for almost all of these stories; in particular, I have perfected the visual motif of the horizontal spit roast to photorealistic quality. Unfortunately, I cannot post those images here. But the point is this: your detailed, exceptionally well-written narrative—combined with the images I generated—turns your story into a truly immersive experience for me. I am eagerly awaiting the continuation. I’ll be in touch later with a few questions. Best regards, and happy, creative writing!

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Thank you! I switched to a little side-project that you'll all find out about soon but that's done now so I'll be back to finish this one :D Looking forward to your questions!

OH NO HE’S BIN DISTRACTED AGEN WE MAY NEVER SEE THE END!!! ; )

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Haha fear not, dear soul! I am working on the end as we speak! (Not that that sounds at all ominous...)

Quickly, one of the caterers pinned her braided hair up on top of her head so that it would not flop about as she roasted then, at the flick of a switch, the spit began to turn in its electronic mounts. To keep herself from getting dizzy, Kerry tried to focus on a fixed point in the distance, a tree on the edge of the field. Although it was rather surreal to see the tree apparently rotating, it at least kept the nausea a bay and provided something of a distraction. It was hard to tell whether the heat from glowing coals beneath her or the sun beating down from above was more intense, certainly one offered no respite from the other, so it was a welcome relief when the caterers began to baste her with a cool, sweet-smelling and smokey sauce.

Once she was fully basted, another round of photographs was taken by the assorted press and some of the news cameras filmed a short segment of what Kerry remembered from her media studies class was called “B-roll”, related, background footage that could be used to pad out the main report. She wished she could turn her head to see Katie but that was not possible with the steel pole through her neck. In her peripheral vision, if she strained her eyes as far to the right as they would go, she could just make out the ends of her arms, confirming that she too was basted with the same sweet, red marinade. The younger meat-girl had been so excited about being spit-roasted, Kerry hoped that the experience was living up to the expectation for her!

“Hey li’l red.” Hunter came and stood beside her, speaking softly, making it clear that he meant this to be an intimate and private, albeit one-sided conversation, rather than part of the entertainment for those standing around or any sort of public speech. She tried to smile at him, which was difficult around that spit but she had often heard it said that a true smile can be seen in the eyes and she hoped that was true. “Hope it’s not too uncomfortable?” She did her best to shrug. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation, other than the feeling between her legs where the spit entered her, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as she had feared it might be either. The heat was honestly worse that the spitting and the layer of sauce was providing a degree of protection against that, for the time being anyway, and she hoped that there would be another layer added soon. “Good.” Hunter smiled, apparently understanding her gesture. “My sister would be proud of you. Say hi to her from me, won’t you!” He reached out and brushed her hot, pink cheek with the back of his hand, her head being the only part of her body not basted. “I promise you I’m going to enjoy your meat with the respect it deserves.” he assured her. “And between you and me, I don’t see old Humbert Harcourt being here in September!” She managed to look up at him and he winked at her. “Sweet dreams, li’l red!” he smiled, kissed the tips of his middle-two fingers and touched them to her forehead.

There was really no way of judging how much time had passed. People were milling around, some coming over and taking photos of her or posing for selfies in front of the roasting pits as she turned but nobody else spoke to her, not even the caterers who applied the second, then the third coat of baste. Kerry’s vision was starting to distort now. The tree that she tried to focus on was now not only spinning around but a dozen smaller versions of it were turning in their own space while also orbiting the main one around the edges of her vision like a kaleidoscope. Kerry closed her eyes. She was tired now anyway. The heat always made her sleepy, every time she had gone to the beach she had ended up falling asleep on the blanket after playing for a little while. In fact, she could hear the sea now. That had to be some kind of hallucination, right? Or the sound of her own blood amplified in her ears for some reason? The school was nearly two hours from the nearest coast as far as she knew. But no, that was definitely the sound of crashing waves she heard, and the smell was unmistakable too!

Opening her eyes, Kerry saw that she was indeed on a beach, facing the rolling sea, the sun blazing down from above. After a moment or two she realised that the heat she felt on her front was not from a bed of coals at all but rather from the hot sand she was laying on. A little unsteadily, she sat up, realising that another girl was sat beside her, tanned, shapely legs stretched out in front of her, wiggling her toes in the sand. At first she thought this must be Katie but no, this girl was older, her own age or there abouts, with blonde, shoulder-length hear in a loose, messy ponytail like she often wore her own. Katie was there, however, knee deep in the sea, splashing and playing around with some other girls Kerry didn’t know.

“Hi there!” the stranger beside her smiled. “Glad you made it! We were waiting for you.”

“Oh?” Kerry asked, a little puzzled, “Do I know you?” The girl was pretty in an unassuming way, much like Kerry herself, only with a far more toned physique like an athlete, petite but just on the right side of stocky, bordering on muscular. There was certainly something familiar about her, as if she was someone who Kerry used to know, although she could not quite place her.

“Oh, hang on!” the girl giggled, noticing Kerry’s confusion. “I keep forgetting!” She screwed up her face in concentration for a moment and her straight hair exploded out of her ponytail and into a mane of golden ringlets. At the same time, it appeared that makeup appeared on her face and suddenly Kerry knew exactly who she was. Sidney Roebuck! “Better?” she asked.

“Oh! Hi!” Kerry beamed. “It’s awesome to meet you! Sorry I didn’t recognise you right away!” she apologised as the makeup faded and Sidney’s hair gently rearranged itself into the ponytail it had been in moments earlier.

“It’s okay!” Sidney smiled with genuine warmth. “I kinda went out of my way to make sure people didn’t recognise me so I shouldn’t be surprised that it works! I know the other face is the one you know, but I can’t hold it for long. It’s not really me, you see, just an echo of an idea of a disguise.”

“That’s okay.” Kerry smiled. “I know and I’m happy to get to know the real you, not the character! Oh,” she grinned, “and your brother says hi!”


To be continued...

>>30562
I had a discussion with Ed as to getting Kerry's appearance as close as possible to his original conception of Kerry. after several submissions, we came up with ths model. At that point, Ed gave me a big "Uh, Mac, her hair needs to be braided, . . "

>>30586
Back to the drawing board. The problem with Perchance is that it never quite gives the same result twice. Fortunately, it gives you a lot of chances to get it as close as you can,...
Even then, Perchance threw in a few distortions just to annoy me and give me some Photo Shop practice

>>30587
Amazing work as always! I know what I want for breakfast...

Since she was a fair bit smaller than Kerry, Katie’s spit had been mounted a little higher than Kerry’s so that they would both be ready to serve around the same time. It was now lunch time and although the children from both schools had to stay behind the barriers set up around the edges of the field, many did come down for a look and all the teachers, as promised, were allowed a portion of roast Girl for their lunches. Since the children on their breaks still needed supervising, they had worked out a sort of shift pattern between them, where half from the junior school and a third from the secondary would come at a time. They knew the prestigious cuts would be reserved for the dignitaries and guests anyway but they were happy, or at least curious, to get a small taste, their first in many cases, especially since girl-meat, its history, cultural impact and the industry around it would now be a major part of their school’s focus and curriculum going forwards!

More press photographs and pieces of footage were taken of the roasted girls, removed from the pits and now resting in the carving mounts, and with the two head teachers, Hunter and Josie, the mayor and the school governors in various combinations in front of them then finally it was time to start serving!

The guests were encouraged to queue to the left where a small table was set up so that plates, knives and forks, real ones rather than disposable for this more prestigious occasion, could be handed out, each plate with a bread roll on it too, then the system was that the guest would collect their allocation of meat then move to the buffet-style table on the right where they could help themselves to sides and condiments. Hunter and the Mayor, as the guests of honour, would be served first but everyone else started to line up in no particular order. Noticing Mr Harcourt positioning himself quite close to the front of the line, Hunter approached him and, guiding him by the elbow, walked him away from the queue on the pretext of discussing what kind of set-up could be arranged for a food festival on the field the following Summer, walking him around the edge and up to the edge of the junior school playground, suggesting that some stands could be set up on there too. The principal seemed a little confused and put out but gamely engaged in the discussion until Hunter, noticing that everyone including the first batch of teachers from both schools were now patiently queuing, walked him back to the line but instead of returning him to the spot he had collected him from, dropped him off at the back. He would not be the last to be served, of course, since other teachers would be coming but the message was clear and, when Hunter took his leave, explaining that he was needed up front, the defeated head teacher did not protest and simply took his place behind his other staff members.

“So,” Josie grinned when Hunter re-joined her by the delicious-smelling, golden-brown roasts, taking up the carving set to make the ceremonial first cuts before delegating carving duties to her team, “I understand the two of you had an agreement?” Kerry was positioned facing upwards, her cute little tits that Hunter had so admired, proudly pointing towards the sky. Josie waved the tip of the knife from one to the other. “Which one was it? She said the mayor should have the other one!”

“You know,” Hunter chuckled, “I don’t think we ever got as far as confirming that, but since I’m pretty sure I was handling the left one at the time, let’s go with that!”

“You got it!” Josie grinned, pressing the fork through the crispy skin of Kerry’s perky little breast then slicing from the bottom upwards, separating it from her chest. One of her team quickly handed her a plate to set it on and she passed it to Hunter. “Don’t go anywhere yet!” she grinned. “There was another piece Kerry wanted you to have, totally not to make sure someone else didn’t get it, of course!”

“Of course not!” Hunter chuckled. “My li’l red would never be so petty!” He could not help licking his lips a little as Josie expertly carved Kerry’s deliciously plump fillet from around the spit and added that to the plate. “Of course you need some of this too!” She rolled the roasted carcass over in the mount and cut two thick slices of rump which she laid on an open bread roll for her employer. “Wow that is quite the feast!” Hunter exclaimed with genuine admiration. “Better call her mom and the mayor up for their share before we let everyone else have at it! What about little miss piggy over here?”

“Want some of her rump too?” Josie grinned, turning her attention to Katie. “You’re a growing lad after all!”

“Growing somewhere!” Hunter chuckled, patting his belly suggesting that he was likely to start growing outwards in that area if he wasn’t careful. “I guess I’ll have to hit the gym pretty hard this weekend! Hey,” he leaned in conspiratorially, noticing Mr Harcourt looking a little forlorn, tapping his foot impatiently at the end of the long line, “call Katie’s head-mistress up and split her fillet between her and her mom.” Josie did as he suggested and also served generous portions of rump to both mothers who each asked for a little of the other’s as well then went off to eat together, chatting happily and forming what looked to Josie like the beginnings of a lasting friendship.

Once the mayor, the junior school Head Mistress and the first few governors had been served, Josie passed the carving implements to a member of her team and returned to hosting duties. She had not taken any meat for herself just yet, waiting to ensure that all the guests were served first and also knowing that this would be far from her last opportunity to enjoy some girl-meat!

Gradually, once they had been served, the teachers took their girl-meat rolls back over to the school to relive their colleagues and let them come over to get their own lunches. Eventually, Mr Harcourt made his way to the front of the line and received some arm-meat from Kerry and some meat peeled carefully from Katie’s ribs. Not quite the luxury cuts he had been hoping for but a treat none the less.

Once had had finished eating, Hunter went over to chat to some of the girls from Kerry’s school who were leaning on the railings, watching with interest what was going on. Several asked for selfies with him which he was happy to pose for and, from the comments they made and thoughts they volunteered, it was clear that quite a few of them were downright eager to follow in Kerry’s footsteps and several more were not entirely against the idea. Next he spoke to some of the younger girls from Katie’s school and found just as much enthusiasm there as among the older girls. Eventually the school bell rang signalling the end of lunch time and all the pupils returned to their classrooms with the exception of two cute, fresh-faced, rather busty brunettes who stayed by the rail, watching and taking pictures on their phones.

“Don’t you ladies have classes to get to?” Hunter asked, flashing them his dazzling, charming smile. “I’d hate to see you getting in trouble on my account!”

“We’re in the sixth form.” one of them told him. “We don’t actually have any classes this afternoon! We just wanted to see what was going on over here!”

“Oh, right!” Hunter grinned. “Sixth form, huh? So you’re sixteen?” They both nodded cheerfully.

“Well, she is.” one explained, in an almost apologetic tone. “I’m seventeen. But only just!”

“Huh.” Hunter gave a thoughtful nod. “Well there’s plenty of meat left if you’d like to come try some?” he offered, unhooking the barrier panel they stood behind and opening it like a gate. “As my guest, of course.” he smiled charmingly as he ushered them through. “Then, who knows? If you two don’t have to be rushing off anywhere this afternoon, I’m sure we can think of some way to fill the time!”


The End

A wonderful ending! I’m still gathering my thoughts at the moment. I find the scene where the "Meat Girls" enter a sort of heaven to be extremely interesting. I know that, in some of your stories, you only mention this particular storyline briefly and don't intend to develop it further.

I understand that. It is difficult to create a believable scenario for it. Well, I believe I’ve found a solution for that. It’s a long-term concept. I’ll be reaching out to you again about this via Pixiv, using my one remaining main account. Now, onto my questions.

Question #1: I’m terrible at remembering numbers. In which year did Sidney legalize cannibalism?

Question #2: How many images am I allowed to post alongside your completed stories?

Question #3: I have a lot of images; would it be permissible to create a separate post—essentially an image gallery—that visually depicts the climactic finales of your stories? With reciprocal linking, of course.

I’m currently reading another one of your stories: *Four Weeks' Notice* (featuring 23-year-old Mollie). From what I’ve read so far, it seems she is destined to be roasted on a spit. I actually have an external image that fits that scenario perfectly.

https://cdn5-images.motherlessmedia.com/images/482A3EE.jpg
--Warning: Contains a very realistic-looking image (roasting on a spit).--

For now, all that remains is for me to say: thank you very much for this story, as well as for the many others you’ve written. Further images and thoughts will follow—provided, of course, that you would like them to.

Oh, and regarding the image of Kerry: before she was consumed as a meal, she was actually posed in an upright position for a photo shoot. :D

>>30630
Meatgirl Paradise is a concept that turns up in my RPs quite a lot with a fair amount of "lore" but I keep it vague in my stories in case people prefer to see it as the hallucinations of a dying brain rather than something actually supernatural :) Happy to discuss my vision of it 'though!

A thread for illustrations sounds like a good idea but feel free to share some on the story threads too! Love the roasting pic 😁

Cannibalism was legalised in the US in 2022 and the first Sidney's opened in 2024, then in the UK in 2026. When I started writing these were the near future but still a fair distance away, now we've caught up!

So considering more more of your stories, also include meat boys does this mean your paradise is gone coed or do they get their own? :)

>>30637

Your timeframe fits perfectly. I’m thinking of a crossover. So far, my characters have appeared in their respective stories within a period spanning from 1990 to 2036.

Originally, I envisioned a short story in which one of my characters would be present in the background during the concluding festivities of your stories. This character would describe their impressions in detail, accompanied by a photo gallery—essentially a short story serving as a vehicle to publish a series of images documenting the finale of your story.

I have found a way to convert the majority of my images—which were originally created in a realistic style—into the specific art style permitted on this forum.

>>30637

Regarding the "Heaven" scenario, I have a different idea—no angels. Something more plausible. I plan to write a story about it and send it to you on Pixiv. However, that will take some time. Over the next few days, I have to make preparations for a barbecue in real life. While doing so, I’ll be thinking of Kerry and Sidney. :D

>>30643
Really love this last picture! My outline for Meatgirl Paradise is very very loosely inspired by CS Lewis' book "The Great Divorce". I also think it forms itself around the girls' mind which is why reality is a little "flexible" there and those who want company will find themselves with others while others might be in happy solitude. More than happy to discuss it in more detail on Pixiv. I also wrote one where a girl killed in a reenactment of an Aztec sacrifice found herself with the goddess she was sacrificed to. I do borrow a little from Terry Pratchett's idea that your afterlife is whatever you expect it to be :)

>>30644

I have generated mostly images in which the Meatgirl is lying on her back. I love seeing various sauces dripping out of her pussy. (These are archival shots.) However, both styles of presentation have their visual charms. It makes me a little sad not to be able to show everything.

I would venture to claim that I possess the largest AI image collection in the field of cannibalism. Unfortunately, the images usually look too realistic. Many hundreds of pictures have been posted on DeviantArt and in the Dolcett Girls forum. Anything rated 18+ could be thrown onto the grill there.

Your description of your "Meatgirl Paradise" sounds exactly like what I’ve envisioned. I can already hear some of the dialogues between the Meatgirls themselves. I suppose I’ll have to create a table of contents for the stories you’ve posted here. Or—are the stories you offer here in the forum identical to those on Pixiv? Oh, what am I even saying... I’ll need copies in my native language anyway. :D

>>30649
What's posted here tends to be the "raw" versions of the stories, posted as I go. What's on Pixiv is more "polished". There are also some on Ao3 that might not be on Pixiv :)

>>30650

I understand what you mean about revising stories. Your works are very extensive. The more plot a story contains and the more text is written, the more errors can creep in. In my case, translation errors can also slip in when I’m working on the English versions of my stories.

I’m starting to share my own stories on this forum now, too. Someone wanted to read stories by other authors and was somewhat dissatisfied to find only your popular ones. :P I’m afraid things might get a bit more complicated after my post, though.

After all, a comment bumps the story being commented on back to the top of the list.

Just imagine if I were to post a matching image for every one of your good stories. :P For your story *School Dinner*, for instance, I ended up with over 200 images. One of them shows Kerry and Katie looking at the silver serving platter where they are presented as a delicious dish at the end. :D

The image I just posted could be another one that the press printed in the newspaper.

I can’t reveal anything about the other subjects yet; I’ll contact you on Pixiv once I’m back from my vacation and my break from hunting down "Meat Girls" images.

I wish you a great start to the new week.

>>30688
Definitely looking forward to that conversation :D

For those of you who might be interested, I have begun a sequel to this story, currently only on Pixiv for the moment:

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=28292980

>>30692

Oh, I am certainly interested. I was just surprised when a sequel was mentioned, because I had feared the story would continue with Sidney and Kerry—after all, I had planned that exact idea as a surprise: the rift in the fabric of space that grants access to "Sky Space" (or, as Sydney calls it, "Meatgirl Paradise"). But before the adventures in paradise begin, Sydney offers Kerry and Katie the chance to take part in the very feast where their roasted bodies are to be consumed.

The term "Sky Space" describes the same thing as their "Meatgirl Paradise." In my version, it is a dimension spatially close to Earth—a natural phenomenon that can be controlled to a certain extent. Thought patterns (the soul, if you will) materialize there. However, Sky Space shouldn't be confused with the mythology of the classical Heaven; it is merely a precursor to Heaven, so to speak—one offering various possibilities. I would need to share the full concept with you on Pixiv and potentially adjust it to fit your vision.

>>30692
Added some more. Folks, let me know if you want me to post on Ao3 and share the link too :)

>>30700
Added a bit more this morning. Let me know if you want me to make a thread for it here too :)

Well, I’m glad to see you’re still writing Edward the sequence of fun story so far but I have a slightly different question. Will you be posting your for the good of humanity story over there or on one of the other pages since thanks to the troubled Tribble you’re not as comfortable here anymore

>>30729
I do have a backup copy of it saved. When I get back to working in it I'll check with Symbri. Honestly I probably will post continuations of any stories already here on here as the threads exist already, just not sure what to do about new stuff.

>>30731

However you decide to handle new stories and their presentation, your readers will support you. From a purely logical standpoint, I wouldn't let the opinions or criticism of individual users sway me unless there were solid reasons for doing so. Proceed in whatever way you deem right.

I agree I had no problem with the way things were working before I liked to be able to comment on new stories as they were being written and even leave suggestions now I’ve got a hunt for new stuff

>>30587

@Mac, I think your pictures for Edward’s story are wonderful—I actually wanted to say that sooner. I just wasn’t sure if it was my place to offer an opinion, or if that was even welcome. Your images captured Kerry beautifully—carefree, lovely, delightful, and perfectly suited for the kitchen. I hope to see more of them.

>>30800
They're awesome, aren't they? I love seeing my characters come to life and the pictures that you and he make both make me very hungry :D

Speaking personally, Ao3 would certainly be easier to access than Pixiv if you're not gonna post it here.
And I'd be eager to read it.

>>30849
I'm back to posting everything here, don't worry. The sequel story is called "Talent Laid Bare" :)

Oh, nice.
Didn't get around to that one yet, but that's definitely getting further up my list :-P

Since this story written by Edward is my favorite so far, it gets a thumbs up.