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    What makes Edward Hyde like a Tribble?

    They're both fan-favourites with a cult following and people get excited when they show up!


    Talent Laid Bare
    By
    Edward Hyde
    The first term as Sidney’s Academy, Chistleton had been a great success! The changes were broad and sweeping, not least the appointment of a new Principal, Mrs McKenzie, a very capable, experienced educator who had previously been deputy head of an exclusive girls’ private school as well as extensive experience teaching both history and modern languages.

    The appointment, announced in the local paper two weeks before the Autumn Term was due to begin, had been something of a surprise following the unexpected departure of Mr Harcourt, the former Principal who had been a significant part of the negotiations to turn Chistleton Girls Secondary School and its sister primary school Bellingham Street Juniors into the Sidney’s Academy, Chistleton. Given his enthusiasm for the project and the prominent position he had assumed during the press conference for the official launch of the project, all the parents and pupils as well as the local community and most of the teaching staff had assumed that he would be staying on in the role for at least the five years until he reached official retirement age to steer things through the transition and to take advantage of the perks that would come with the job.

    The day before the end of the Summer term, however, just after all the classes had started back up again after lunch, a large and very expensive-looking black car had pulled up in front of the main admin building and Hunter Roebuck had been seen going in with a man and a woman carrying brief-cases and all dressed very formally in suits which looked like the probably cost as much as the car they arrived in. They had only been on site for a little over half an hour and after they left, Mr Harcourt stayed in his office until the end of the day at which point he was seen heading to his own car looking visibly shaken.

    The next morning at the final assembly of the year, he had announced his immediate retirement and the head of the board of governors had been there to thank him for his years of service and to present him with a fancy wrist-watch as a retirement gift. No official reason was given but word had quickly got around that he had done something to get on the wrong side of Hunter Roebuck and had been given the ultimatum of accepting a fairy generous early retirement package or Sidney’s with withdraw from the arrangement and make sure that everybody knew why. While he was not exactly unpopular with the staff or pupils, very few were especially upset to see him go. The new school year was supposed to be a fresh start after all so it made sense to have a new pair of hands at the helm.

    As well as this change of leadership, the new school year had brought with it the first wave of promised upgrades to the décor and facilities with more planned for throughout the year and work already started on some new buildings which were, of course, a source of great fascination for the pupils! The biggest change was, of course, naked PE lessons for years seven to nine, with years ten and eleven having the option to go naked if they chose, something that most ended up doing through peer-pressure. In order to prevent disputes or confusion, the teachers in that department had decided to implement the rule that the choice was between full uniform PE kit and total nudity, other than for shoes, negating the opportunity for girls to try claiming that their preferred sports wear was actually underwear or any other such complication. There were also the extra curricular activities, most of which sought to normalise and de-stigmatise public nudity.

    Where possible, in order to foster closer ties between what were now the two branches of the same school, events and activities included the girls from years three to six in what had been the junior school on the other side of the field, with their PE lessons also being nude for all year groups and many of the extra-curricular activities and clubs open to all year-groups. For the end of term Christmas shows, however, each school was doing its own thing, partly to give every girl a chance to shine and partly also to maximise revenue from ticket sales which had always in theory been open to the general public but this year, for the first time, were expected to be of interest to more than just the girls’ immediate families!

    Of course nudity would be a key feature of both shows and discretely understood to be the main selling point. The Junior girls would be putting on a more traditional carol concert, with the choir in nothing but Santa hats or other Christmas-themed head-gear, during which there would also be a short play adapted by one of the teachers from the popular children’s book “Rosie the Christmas Turkey”. Since Roebuck International, the parent company of Sidney’s, did not have the same exclusivity deal under UK law as they currently did in the US, independent butchers and restaurants were able to sell girl-meat too and, since the new local Sidney’s would only be opening its doors for the first time on Christmas Eve that year, it had been agreed that there was no conflict of interest in the school offering a small number of girls as raffle prizes to be prepared by a local butcher, who actually had a daughter in both branches of the newly-merged Academy, as Christmas turkeys. This was sure to be a popular competition and expected to be a great fundraiser. The six girls who had volunteered would perform a dance together at the beginning of the Carol concert then another at the end before each drawing out their own winning ticket.

    If the Junior school Christmas performance was something to look forward to, the Senior equivalent was going to be something else entirely! Their show, as had been announced in an assembly at the start of November to give everyone time to prepare, was to be a talent contest where any girl who wished to could perform her party-piece, whatever genre of entertainment it fell under, with the winner as voted on by a panel of judges that would include Hunter Roebuck, the heads of both branches of the school, the choreographer who had been hired to coach the new Sidney’s dance troupe, the mayor and a local social media influencer who had graduated from the school three years earlier and was seen by many of the girls as a major celebrity, receiving a prize that was genuinely impressive! The only stipulation was that every performer must be nude, or at least limit their costume to accessories only, and that there was a single prize so if a pair of friends or even a trio decided to enter together, it would be down to them to decide how to share it out between them should they win. There would be a girl raffle at the performance too, of course, but this time the volunteers, who would be performing several dances throughout the evening, would come with a voucher to have them prepared and served in a Sidney’s private dining room once the restaurant was open. As well as this, as a secondary fund-raiser and to add a little more fun and immediacy, two girls from the sixth-form had agreed to be butchered during the second act after drawing a raffle for particular cuts of meat so that the lucky winners would be able to take their prizes home with them.

    Zoe had not originally intended to enter the contest. While she liked to dance as much as any girl, she knew she was nothing special, nor was her singing voice anything to make her stand out from the crowd and, although she was a smart and artistic kid with lots of talents, she didn’t really think solving a maths puzzle or filling out a crossword would make for great entertainment. She liked to paint and had briefly considered trying to create some kind of bold work on a large scale in front of the live audience but that was not really her style and she knew nothing she produced in the limited time-scale of, say, ten minutes, would live up to what she knew she was capable of with proper time and care and so would disappoint her.

    Those plans had changed, however, when her best friend Paula had told her that she needed a glamorous assistant for her magic act and asked if Zoe would be up for it! It had sounded fun and she had jumped at the chance, especially when she learned that Paula’s parents had been able to hire some professional large-scale props for her which meant she would also get to learn how some of the tricks she had seen many times but which still mystified her actually worked, such as how a person could be sawn in half and still wiggle their toes or stand in a cabinet and have their middle section slid out leaving their head and legs in place! Paula had always been fond of magic tricks and did hope to be a professional illusionist one day, at least as a side-job, and had performed more modest tricks at parties and even a couple of family weddings but this was a chance to take her act and her craft to a whole new level!

    They had rehearsed mostly in Paula’s garage, with Paula herself fully dressed at first and wearing her top hat while Zoe had, the first few times, stripped down to her underwear for convenience since loose clothing could interfere with the tricks but had quickly realised that she might as well get used to performing naked, especially since it was only her and her friend in the garage. Fortunately, as was the intention of the naked PE lessons, neither girl was especially self-concious about nudity and soon Paula was rehearsing in nothing but her top hat.

    Once they had mastered all the tricks together, the assistant’s role being every bit as demanding as that of the magician themself, they decided that it would be best to set the routine to music, to help with the timing but also to give the performance a more dynamic and emotionally engaging quality. Knowing that he was good with that sort of thing, they had asked Paula’s dad for advice and he had suggested a dramatic, classical piece called “Danse Macabre”, the particular recording of which that he found lasting just over seven minutes. The perfect time-scale to perform their three major tricks with enough time devoted to each for the audience to be impressed but not so long that anyone would have a chance to over-think what they were seeing on stage. It was particularly appropriate, he explained, as a section from it had been used as the theme tune for an old TV show about a man who created tricks for a stage magician and who used his knowledge of illusion, misdirection, slight of hand and other tricks of his trade to solve impossible crimes on the side!

    After rehearsing with this music for a little over a week, both girls felt as if they had the routine well and truly nailed down and still with a little over two weeks to go before the performance! It was only when Paula’s dad had suggested getting some of the family and neighbours over to watch so the girls could get experience performing in front of an audience that it had occurred to the girls that they should come up with some sort of costume pieces, to the extent that was permitted under the rules of the show.

    The top hat for Paula, they both agreed, was a must, but beyond there, there was definitely room for discussion. The full white tie and tails getup she normally wore was definitely out, as was a sparkly leotard for Zoe, but the idea of trying to create these same looks while remaining functionally naked was a fun creative challenge. Wanting to help out, Zoe’s mum took them to a costume store where Paula found a black velvet cape with a white satin lining that stopped just above her waist and was supposed to clip onto the front of a jacket, with a small silver chain between the two clasps, but, as Zoe’s mum helpfully pointed out, the same kind of tape used to prevent wardrobe malfunctions with low-cut dresses could be used to fix the clasps directly to her skin. With a pair of white gloves and polished patent leather black shoes, she would definitely still look the part of a traditional magician. Since Zoe could not wear shoes for most of the tricks anyway, she went for a sparkly tiara, a pair of long, gold, fingerless gloves and a tube of body-lotion with glitter that would give her body the all-over shimmering appearance expected of her role in the act. Paula would wear her hair in a formal French braid with minimal makeup and Zoe would go for big curls and pageant-queen makeup worthy of Sidney herself which was amusing as, like Sidney in real life, she was quite the tom-boy who only tended to wear makeup for very special occasions.
    The “Dress rehearsal”, such as it was, had been a great success and all the tricks had gone smoothly, synched perfectly to the music. So as not to spoil the event for the participants, there had only been simply run-throughs at the school to work out when everyone needed to be in position and how long it took to get any relevant equipment on or off the stage. Since their act required quite a lot of bulky equipment to be set up and taken down, it was decided that Paula and Zoe should be the final act of the first half, setting up while the dancers performed in front of the curtains. To allow them to enjoy the other acts, all the contestants were given over-sized t-shirts, like night-shirts, that they could wear if they wanted to without causing pressure marks on their bodies and were told that a space would be kept at the back of the hall, behind the seating, where they could stand. A running order was issued and they were all warned to be back stage and get ready during the act before them, rather than waiting until it ended, so that everything could run smoothly.

    The evening of the talent show came and there was a buzz of excitement around the school, not least because of the prize that was on offer. With half an hour before the start of the show, the library which was serving as the dressing room, or rather undressing room for all the performers, was filled with girls either already naked or taking their clothes off, getting their hair and makeup done ready for the show to begin. In the entrance lobby, tickets were being checked and the audience welcomed in but the main attraction was the raffle stand where two girl from year thirteen, Becky and Andrea, stood completely nude selling tickets for just one fifty pence or two pounds for a strip of five that gave those who brought the chance of going home with some of their freshly-butchered meat!

    As popular as this stand was, it was given a serious run for its money by the one beside it which did not have the benefit of the prizes advertising themselves in person as they were busy getting ready for the opening of the show, leaving the stand to be manned by a couple of volunteers in school uniform but with large-scale photographs of what was on offer as well as a board with information. Essentially, the prizes up for grabs in this raffle were the six featured dancers, choreographed by the coach of the Sidney’s dance troupe, the majority of whom were also pupils at the school, who would be performing six of the popular Sidney’s routines during the show, scaled down to fit on the school stage of course. Each lucky winner would not just win a whole girl but also a voucher to have her prepared by the cooking method of their choice, from the available options, and served up to them and their guests in one of the private Sidney’s dining rooms. These tickets cost five pounds each and the girls up for grabs were from years 8 and 9, all either thirteen or fourteen years old. Despite the higher price, these tickets were selling incredibly well too with practically every family, couple or individual who arrived buying at least one and several buying multiples.

    The raffle for the two teens would be drawn by them at the end of the first act, right after Zoe and Paula’s magic act, and they would then be taken to the school kitchen to be butchered and parted out during the second act so that the prizes could be distributed at the end of the show and the rest of the audience would have the opportunity to buy sausages, burgers, meat-balls and some other treats made from the less prestigious cuts to take home. Sales of the tickets for the dancers would continue through the interval and, at the end of the second half, before the winner of the competition was announced, each girl would draw the winning ticket for their own meat, after which they would perform one last dance together. Unlike the girls raffled as turkeys from the junior school or the two sixth-formers, the dancers would be spending one last Christmas with their families since the local Sidney’s was not opening until Christmas Eve and the vouchers were valid from the 27th December onwards. This anticipation, however, only served to heighten their excitement!

    Having been dropped off by Zoe’s mum after having dinner together, Zoe and Paula made their way to the library and quickly stripped off. As soon as they got home from school, they had undressed to avoid embarrassing marks and had only put t-shirts and sweatpants on to travel, as well as coats to protect them against the chilly December evening. Inside, thankfully, was nice and warm and they folded their clothes and tucked them under a couple of chairs. Nobody was paying much attention to anyone else as everyone was keen to get themselves ready so that they could go watch the rest of the show. The friends had done their makeup at home so didn’t really need any help although Zoe did get a bit of attention from the other girls when she began to rub the glitter-infused body-lotion all over herself then asked Paula to help her with the parts she could not reach! Although she would be bare-foot on stage she had a pair of slippers to put on which she did along with the big T-shirt provided by the school. Both girls left their gloves off for the time being as these were a work of seconds to pull on then, leaving the rapidly-emptying library behind, they slipped into the back of the hall with the many other scantily-clad girls, some not bothering with the T-shirts, to watch the show. Both girls spotted their parents in the audience, quite near the front, and were pleased to see that they would have a great view.

    At the front of the hall, just in front of the stage and before the first row of audience chairs was the judge’s table. They would not be giving critiques after each performance like some reality TV shows but would be making notes and giving each act their own scores out of ten for a number of criteria such as talent, originality and entertainment value. The principal took to the stage first and introduced the other judges, all of whom stood and waved as their names were called out, then handed over to Josie, manager of the soon-to-be-opened Sidney’s restaurant to announce the prize.

    “Well first of all it’s wonderful to see so many of you coming out to support the girls and their school,” Josie beamed as she held the wireless microphone, “and I’m sure we’re all in for a treat tonight! Don’t forget that your new local Sidney’s opens on Christmas Eve and we’re looking forward to serving as many of you as possible over the coming years, in both senses of the word!” She winked, earning her a good-natured chuckle from the audience which included parents and siblings of the performers as well as members of the public, some of whom were there alone, some in couples and some whole families. This really did have the feeling of an event for the whole community!

    “As I’m sure you all know,” Josie continued, “we have some wonderful, delicious raffle prizes for you tonight which can be enjoyed from December the twenty seventh onwards in one of our luxurious private dining rooms so make sure you all get your tickets, but one lucky girl, double-act or group tonight is going to walk away with the grand prize!” She held up a glittering plastic card, the size and shape of a typical credit card, pink in colour with the Sidney’s logo in gold across the front. “This card,” she explained, “is good for one hundred and four meals at Sidney’s and is valid for twelve months from opening. That means a meal for two every week for the whole year or a number of bigger parties, or heck,” she chuckled, “eating alone there twice a week! However the lucky winner wants to spend it!” There was enthusiastic applause from the audience, especially from the parents of the contestants! This was definitely a prize worth putting in the effort to win! “And now,” she grinned, slipping the card back into its presentation envelope, “without further ado, let me introduce you to your compares for the first half of this evening, Becky and Andrea from years thirteen!”

    There was wild applause from the audience as the two rather buxom, curvy seventeen year olds who had been raffling their meat in the lobby came onto the stage, their luscious, firm teen bodies still covered with dotted lines marking the various meat cuts. The shorter of the two, Andrea, took the microphone from Josie who waved to the audience then stepped down off the stage to take her seat among them. After a few very chirpy words of introduction, the two meat-girls stepped aside and the curtains opened, revealing “The Sidney’s Six”, the dancers who would be entertaining the audience in between other acts throughout the evening then raffled off to be private meals at the end.

    For this first dance, they were dressed in traditional Sidney costumes, three in white and three in pink, and they were arranged in two rows of three of the stage. Although there was no legal upper age limit on girls becoming meat in the UK, allowing for the sixth-formers to offer their bodies to be butchered, the Sidney’s chain itself was sticking to the original limit of eight at the lower end and fourteen at the top, for the time being at least, with a view to expanding this in the future, depending on the level of cultural acceptance they received. Therefore, since they were to be cooked in the Sidney’s kitchen and served in the private dining rooms, these six dancers had all been selected from years 8 and 9.

    There was Sarah, the tallest of the six and the one with the most developed chest, although still very firm and perky, her body, like all the dancers, toned and athletic with thick thighs and a very appetising rump, her cousin Shelly from the year below who looked so much like her that many people mistook them for sisters and indeed she really was just a smaller version of Sarah with only the first hints of budding on her chest. Both had naturally honey-coloured skin which gave them the impression of being slightly tanned at all times and had golden-blonde hair, worn for this dance in simply pony-tails.

    Alongside them were another duo, actual sisters this time, consisting of Sarah’s girlfriend Helen and her younger sister Andi. Stunningly beautiful black girls, both with chests that gave Sarah’s a run for its money and rumps to absolutely die for! Helen’s hair was as long as Sarah’s but woven into micro-braids which she wore as a ponytail while Andi’s was shorter, straightened and worn as a loose bob. Making up the remaining two were Beth, a pretty red-head from year 9 and Morgan, a pale-skinned brunette from year 8.

    For their first piece they performed a line-dance which featured them moving in such a way that they all got a chance to be in front while keeping up the general formation, to the classic Billy-Ray Cyrus song “Achy Breaky Heart”. At the end of the dance, they received an enthusiastic round of applause then scampered off the stage as the curtains closed and the soon to be butchered teens came back out to introduce the first contestant, Becky taking the lead this time with the microphone in her hand since, as they explained to the great amusement of the audience, there was nowhere to fit a clip-on!

    The first proper act, along with many of those that would follow, was a singing performance. The school’s new music studio with its state of the art computer systems had been made available to girls who wanted to create their own backing tracks and Laura from Year 10 had taken full advantage of this. The tall, slim, popular if slightly bitchy fifteen year old, her makeup perfect and long blonde hair straightened, wearing nothing, of course, except for jewellery including bracelets, anklets, a necklace and a thin chain around her waist, sang “Love Fool” with a whole lot of enthusiasm, directing a lot of her flirtatious expressions towards the judges and bouncing a lot as she moved making her perky little tits jiggle teasingly. Even ‘though they were not her biggest fans, Zoe and Paula had to admit that she put on a good show and deserved the applause she got at the end.


    To be continued...
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    The next act, as introduced by the meat-girls, was a pair of Year 7 girls performing a comedy routine lifted from a popular sketch show, naked apart from the hats they used to identify the characters and making use of a selection of props. Although there was nothing really original in their act, the audience laughed appreciatively at the right moments and politely applauded their efforts. After that came Hallie, a sweet, transgender girl in from Year 8 like Paula and Zoe.

    Having been on hormones for the past two years, the adorably plump, platinum-blonde haired thirteen year old cutie looked barely any different from the other girls in her class, with her pretty face and very respectable pair of boobies which were the approximate size and shape of stress-balls, earning her the nickname Squishy from her friends, but of course there was one part of her body, not yet eligible for surgery, which marked her as different. Hallie was so sweet and good-natured however, and so naturally feminine that all the other girls accepted her as one of their own without question. She had told her friends that she would be entering but not what kind of act she would be doing so everyone was intrigued to see!

    When the curtains opened, Hallie appeared in the middle of the stage with her shoulder-length hair in bunches, tied with red ribbons, and wearing a red and pink gingham shoulder cape and shiny red shoes with white knee-socks and clutching a basket filled with foam cupcakes in front of her, covering her most intimate area despite her rump and tits being on full display. An upbeat tune began to play and she sashayed around the stage performing a song made popular in the 1980s although in the style of much earlier vaudeville burlesque called “The girl with the little bit extra” flirting with the audience and judges just as much as Laura had done. The song was less than two minutes long and at the end she threw her arms out to her side revealing her stubby little willy and marble pouch, earning her some whistles and lots of affectionate laughs from the audience. The song started up again and she sang it through once more but this time with the basket clasped behind her back, showing how comfortable she was in her own skin. This time, when the song ended, she gave a playful curtsey and blew kisses to the audience before skipping happily off stage.

    Following Hallie was another dance from the Sidney Six, this time dancing to a novelty song about a girl who was nervous of being seen in her skimpy bikini, with Sarah taking the lead wearing the bikini in question while the other five remained stark naked aside from beach accessories such as inflatable rubber rings and over-sized sunglasses, adding to the humour of the scenario.

    In the first verse, Sarah hid behind a pair of prop beach-cubical doors, dancing behind them during the chorus until the were pulled away revealing that she was wrapped in a bright green beach blanket which, in turn was pulled away as two of the other girls wafted blue fabric to simulate the sea in which she tried to hide herself. In the comical finale of the song, Sarah’s character seemed to realise that the best way to stop being embarrassed by her skimpy bikini was simply to take it off which she did with a flourish, twirling each piece around before flinging it away then dancing the final chorus as naked as the others.

    The next contestant was Adelaide from Year 11 who performed a very witty and well-executed ventriloquist act with a dummy that she had made herself. The dummy was dressed as a chef and she, performing naked as required, took the role of a meat-girl he was assessing and planning how to prepare. What made the act funnier to the pupils, especially those from Year 8 upwards who had experienced him in person, was that she was clearly modelling the dummy’s rather lecherous performance on Mr Harcourt, the former principal. This novelty act went down very well and was followed by another solo music performance, this time from the girl in Year 12 who went by the name of Morrigan, a goth with jet black hair, heavy makeup and pierced nipples, wearing high black lace-up boots and black, leather fingerless gloves. Her performance of the sinister song of romantic obsession “#1 Crush”, accompanied by a backing track which, like Laura, she had created for herself in the music studio, was moving and just the right amount of unsettling, leaving the audience with goose-bumps!

    As the curtains closed on her performance, the compares came back onto the stage and Zoe and Paula knew that it was time for them to go get ready. In the library, they quickly shed their T-shirts and put on their costume accessories then went up onto the stage to help get their props set up while the Sidney Six danced to “Walk like an Egyptian” in front of the curtains. The song ended and the applause came fast, fading just as quickly as the delicious young dancers left the stage and the compares came back on.

    “Now,” Andrea grinned at the audience, “who is ready for some magic and mystery?” There was an excited rumble of assent. “Who is ready to be thrilled and to have their very perception of reality challenged?” The response was louder and more emphatic this time.

    “Wow!” Paula whispered to Zoe as they stood in their starting positions. “That’s quite the build-up! Hope we can live up to the hype!”

    “We’ve got this!” Zoe assured her. “Just stick to the timing we rehearsed and everything will be great!”

    “So without further ado,” Andrea announced with a flourish, “allow me to introduce the Amazing Pauletto and their lovely assistant Zorina!” There was wild applause as the curtains opened and the first bars of the music began, the stage in total darkness for a few seconds before the dazzling, hot spotlight came on and the tune began. It was time for some magic!

    To begin the act, Paula performed some simple tricks with small props, the kinds of thing that she would do at a party, delivered with dramatic flair, of course, as befitted the music. Then she appeared to put Zoe into a trance and had her lay on a board resting atop two chairs only to then take the chairs away and leave her levitating, using a hoop to prove that there were no cables or hidden supports holding her up.

    The audience applauded appreciatively at this but, in keeping with the fast pace of their classical backing track, the girls quickly moved onto the next trick which involved Zoe standing in a cabinet which was divided into four sections, each of which could be opened independently. Once she was inside, the top section containing her head was slid out to the right, the next out to the left then the one below to the right again, leaving only the section containing her feet where it started. Paula then opened each of these sections so the audience could clearly see Zoe’s shocked-looking but very much active head in the top box, her torso which she jiggled teasingly in the second one and the area from belly to thigh in the one below although, to the audience’s surprise and amusement, this part of Zoe was turned around so she could wiggle her rump at them. All the boxes were then closed and slid back together and, when the cabinet was opened, Zoe stepped out in one piece to receive her applause.

    As the music swirled to its loudest and most dramatic movement, it was time for the most dramatic trick! This time, Zoe got into a long box in which she could lay down with her head poking out one end, her feet out the other and holes in the sides to push her hands through. Having locked her in, Paula picked up a pair of thin steel sheets that looked a little like guillotine blades and demonstrated their sharpness by using them to cut a melon in half then quarters, then smacked them together to prove that they were solid. With a flourish, she pushed first one, then the other into the slots in the middle of the box. The first went in smoothly but the second seemed to get stuck, requiring more force. Zoe screamed, struggled against the box’s restraints then spat up a mouthful of blood before slumping and laying motionless.

    Some in the audience looked shocked while others assumed it was part of the trick. Some even stood up and started to approach the stage but were encouraged by members of staff to stay back. Looking horrified, Paula pulled the two halves of the box apart revealing sticky blood on both blades and more trickling down. Still syched to the music, she turned both halves around so that Zoe’s blank-eyed head was close to touching her feet then further so both faced the audience. Anxiously, with what had been the middle of the box turned away from the audience so that only she could see, Paula lifted the blade from the top half, turned pale and put her arm across her mouth as if trying to keep from vomiting then did the same with the other blade, lifting it out, bloody and dripping. Still unsure how to react since, as horrific an accident as this seemed to be, it was not exactly out of character for an evening of entertainment where young girls’ butchered body parts were offered as raffle prizes and others were offered to be cooked alive. Perhaps Zoe’s meat would be for sale at the end of the show along with the rest of Becky and Andrea?

    Dropping the bloody blades on the floor, Paula turned the two halves of the box back to their original orientation and pushed them together then unlocked the lid and lifted it carefully, wincing slightly as if afraid of what she was about to see inside. To everyone’s surprise, however, and the deafening applause of the audience, Zoe cheerfully sat up, wiped her mouth on Paula’s cape then stood up in the box and took a bow before being helped back down and walking to the front of the stage where she and Paula took further bows before the clearly incredibly impressed audience before the music came to an end with the lights turning off on the final note and the curtains closed.

    “I think we got them!” Zoe giggled as the lights came on dimly behind the curtains so that the stage could be cleared and cleaned up.

    “Their faces!” Paula exclaimed, shaking her head in amusement. “Good thing our parents knew, honestly! You really sold it with your dead face!” When they had performed for the neighbours and others that Paula’s dad had managed to gather together, they had performed the trick the conventional way with Zoe grinning, waving and wiggling her toes throughout but, as fun as it was, it had felt a bit too similar to the cabinet trick and, with the music being so dramatic and gothic anyway, they had decided it would be fun to up the ante and pretend that it had gone wrong.

    “Sorry about this!” Zoe told the girls in black who were volunteering as stage-hands as they rushed in with damp cloths to clean the fake blood, washing up liquid with a little food-colouring, off the floor. “Do you want a hand?”

    “No it’s fine!” the pretty sixth-former on her knees smiled. “That’s what we’re here for! Go enjoy the draw! Find out which lucky bastards are taking Andrea’s tits home for dinner!”
    To be continued...
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    Quickly, giggling and feeling very satisfied with their performance, relaxing now that it was over and they could just relax and enjoy the rest of the show, the pair scampered down into the library and cleaned themselves up a little then slipped their T-shirts back on. They, along with all the other contestants, had been warned that the winners would be asked to perform their routine again at the end of the show which is why they did not wash of their stage makeup or put their street clothes back on.

    When they re-joined the others in the back of the hall, the two sixth-form girls who had been comparing the first half were on stage along with the boards that had been displayed behind them in the lobby showing their meat-cuts front and back. The poster of Andrea, they noticed, already had an unfolded raffle ticket stuck onto it in the top right hand corner, far away from the actual pictures. On a trolley in front of them was a sort of wooden barrel with a crank handle at one end. Zoe recognised it as the device used to mix up the raffle tickets at school fairs. Andrea was currently turning the handle, the process having already apparently been explained.

    “So,” Becky grinned, opening the small door on the top of the barrel once her friend stopped rolling it, “the winner of our second bonus prize is…” she took out and unfolded a ticket. “Green two three seven!” A whoop went up from about half way back on the left side of the audience and a boy of seven or eight stood up, encouraged by his parents and waving his ticket in the air. “Okay!” the naked teen grinned. “You get to take my poster home with you this evening. Is it going on your bedroom wall?” she asked, prompting giggles from the audience. “Or you think Mummy will let Daddy hang it in the shed?” Louder laughter followed. “But I know you didn’t buy your tickets tonight for the chance to win posters!” she grinned at the audience in general. “We’re each now going to draw seven tickets to see who wins our prime cuts. Don’t forget, even if you don’t win anything, there will be plenty to buy on your way out!”

    “Right!” Andrea declared as Becky took over the cranking duties. “This first ticket is for my left thigh!” She reached in, rooted around a little then pulled out a ticket. “Pink five four one!” A celebratory yelp was heard from towards the back of the audience, close to where the girls were stood, and a man waved his ticket in the air. “Congratulations!” the meat-girl cooed at him before taking a small piece of blu-tac and sticking the winning ticket over the relevant part of her picture. “It will make a great Sunday roast!” Becky then drew for her own left thigh, then Andrea for her right and so on before moving onto buttocks before moving onto breasts.

    “Woo! I guess I’m the lucky bastard!” Zoe laughed as her dad held up the ticket to show that he had won Andrea’s right breast. “One of them anyway!”

    “Congratulations!” Paula high-fived her. “Think I can come over to yours for dinner?”

    “Looks like plenty to go around!” Zoe giggled. “But let’s see what else either of us might win!”

    “So glad they’re selling the rest!” Paula observed. “I know my mum is gonna want to take some home!”

    It was not long before all four breasts were allocated and Andrea was rummaging in the barrel to see who would get to take home the star prize of her deliciously plump, meaty fillet.

    “Oh my god!” Paula exclaimed as she saw her mum triumphantly waving the winning ticket. “Seems like we’re in for a feast!” Becky’s fillet was won by a member of the audience who neither of the girls recognised and finally the draw was over.

    “Well, we must be off now.” Becky spoke into the microphone. “We have a date with the butcher that we’re excited to keep!”

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    “But before we go,” Andrea took the mike back, “we have one last surprise for you! Don’t forget that tickets to win one of our delicious dancers, cooked by a method of your choice and served up to you and your party in a private Sidney’s dining room, are on sale through the interval and that draw will take place at the end of the show! To remind you what’s on offer, the Sidney Six are going to do an extra dance for you now to close out this first half of the show!” There was wild applause from the audience as Becky and Andre blew kisses and walked off stage. The curtains opened to reveal the six dancers, bodies gleaming with some kind of shimmery moisturiser, the lights dim and atmospheric. They were wearing black Flamenco shoes and had sheer orange and red scarves tied around their waists, positioned to the side so as to leave their rumps and fillets fully exposed. The music began and they danced to “The Lambada”, the most overtly sexy dance of the evening yet.

    The performance was incredibly erotic and the younger members of the audience giggled at seeing how hot under the collar a lot of the parents, especially the dads, and even some of the teachers seemed to be watching. When the curtains closed and the lights came back on, signalling the start of the interval, there was a rush not to the refreshment stand as is usually the case at such events but to the stand in the lobby where the raffle tickets were on sale. This time the girls themselves, now back in their Sidney outfits from the beginning and each enjoying a well-earned cold drink were hanging around the stand, posing for selfies with audience members and generally serving as the most effective possible advert for their own meat!

    Since their parents, they knew, had already bought plenty of tickets, Zoe and Paula went to find them to ask what they thought of the show so far and their act in particular, lining up with them in the relatively short queue at the refreshment stand where the parents got teas and coffees along with a selection of cake slices, jam tarts and other treats donated by various other parents, while the girls got a nice cold can of Coke each.

    Although the actual butchering was to take place in the school kitchen, the two teens needed to clean up first, getting rid of the meat-cut lines that were just for show and the makeup they were wearing, not to mention the accumulated results of standing under the hot stage lights! Not participating in the show herself but keen to help out her dad, hoping to become his official apprentice when she left school, the butcher’s daughter Jan from year 11 was waiting to escort them and would be assisting with their actual slaughter and processing.

    “Hey!” she greeted them as they came down the steps into the library. “Ready to be delicious?” The older teens both giggled. “Here.” Jan handed them fluffy robes. “It’s really cold outside and the good people here want fresh meat, not frozen!” They slipped the robes on and the slippers provided and followed her out into the chilly December evening. “Hope you don’t mind if we film?” she asked conversationally as they crossed the playground to the sports hall. “It will be great publicity for Dad’s services and a lot of people who will be enjoying your meat would probably like to see your journey!”

    “Sure!” Andrea shrugged. “It’s not like anyone can give us a hard time over it!”

    “True!” Becky giggled. “What do we care? It’s not like we’re going to be around to get embarrassed!”

    “That’s the spirit!” Jan grinned. “I know it shouldn’t be a big deal but some girls do get weirdly precious about it, like it’s some intimate or private moment. Or they don’t like the idea of being filmed naked. Not sure why that matters when their private parts are going to be displayed to the public in a chiller cabinet but hey.” She shrugged theatrically. “I’m going to be helping Dad with the butchering so it’s going to be Sophie who actually does the filming. Hope that’s okay?”

    They were about to ask who Sophie was but just then they saw a younger girl, nine or ten years old, wearing jeans and a Christmas sweater, stood outside the sports hall and waving to them. Although her hair was darker, leaning more towards brown than Jan’s strawberry blonde, the resemblance between the two girls made it clear that Sophie was her younger sister.


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    If they don’t wear the robes during the trip it could be a very pointed video
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    IF they take too long on the journey over, someone will be getting the cold shoulder from these girls
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    >>30741
    Gives a new meaning to "Bit nippy outside!" XD
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    Great story, setup promises a delicious end. Can’t wait to see those little dancers roasted.
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    >>30738
    Just a quick AI artwork of how I envisioned an element of the Christmas program at the Sidney's Academy. The music teacher is also similarly costumed, (and meat graded) to show solidarity with the students.
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    Sidney's Acamedy institued a wellness program of monthly evaluation program to ensure the health of the livestock, um, er, ..., I mean students , After all, they grow so meaty, ... I mean quickly.

    Sidney's Corporate policy is to maintain the highest standards of profitability, ..., umm, I mean, quality of education of it's beloved students!
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    >>30749
    These are so much fun! Thank you :D I think the school will be a setting for multiple stories :D
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    “Hey!” she grinned, holding her phone. “Can I get some footage of you arriving?” Obligingly, the meat-girls linked arms and chatted and giggled together as they approached the hall, walked past Sophie and in through the doors. “Great!” Sophie lowered the phone then followed them inside and into the changing room where she resumed filming as they were hanging up their robes and kicking off their slippers. Turning to blow kisses to the camera they walked rather provocatively into the communal shower area, followed by Sophie who stood far enough back to ensure that the lens did not steam up but zoomed in on the girls as they sensually soaped each other all, making sure that every trace of the washable marker pen used to draw the dotted lines of their meat cuts was thoroughly removed but also seeming to pay particular attention to each other’s big, firm, teen breasts and luscious rumps.

    This continued for some time, with Jan feeling that she could not really begrudge two girls who were about to be slaughtered for their meat and parted out in the school kitchen a bit of fun in their final half our or so and being well aware of how popular this section of the footage would be but also conscious that they were working within time constraints and that her dad would be waiting to get on with the task of butchering the two delectable volunteers.

    Not wanting to spoil the footage by barging into shot, she stood behind her sister and gave a silent signal for them to wrap things up. The girls seemed to notice because they stopped smearing the soap over each other and began to rinse off under the hot water. Sophie then followed them with the camera as they walked, giggling and dripping, wet bodies glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights of the changing room, to collect their towels and dry off. Happy with the footage she had collected, Sophie pressed the button to make the recording fade out.


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    Hell yeah! Love the casual nudity angle and the art was a great visual aid. So happy that you bounced back from that shitty post about you.

    Mac, what did you use to make it and what art filter?
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    >>30757
    I'm using Perchance Enhance Girl AI and the Realistic Oil Painting filter. To get the pose and details correct, I will often create the base image with the cartoon or anime filter and then transfer the seed to the Realistic Oil Painting.
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    >>30758
    To get better images for details such as signage, meat stamps and image corrections I will "dress" up the AI image using hand drawn, Paint and GIMP.
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    Once they were dry, their hair brushed and tied up to keep it out of the way, Andrea reached for her robe.

    “No, wait!” Becky giggled. “We’re going to slaughter, right? We should go naked like real piggies!”

    “It’s pretty cold out there.” Andrea hesitated, looking less enthusiastic than her friend.

    “Not that cold really!” Becky wheedled. “Besides, we’re gonna be outside for maybe a minute. Minute and a half, tops! I don’t think that’s long enough for our nipples to get frost-bite! Come on!” she urged again. “It’s all part of the meat-girl experience!”

    “Okay!” Andrea giggled, leaving her robe on the hook then turning to Jan. “I guess we’re going to be frozen pork after all!”

    “Hey, it’s your big day!” Jan grinned. “Sophie, why don’t you head out first and get some nice footage of them leaving?” The younger girl happily obliged and stood in position filming as the two teens, now scrubbed clean and looking not only younger because of the lack of makeup but somehow even more naked, a look of erotic vulnerability that they had lacked on stage, walked out of the spots complex and past her, continuing to film as they crossed the playground, making sure to get plenty of footage of their deliciously meaty rumps.

    Once they entered the side door of the canteen building, the place where the staff would normally come and go during the day and where stock would be delivered, Sophie switched off the camera and scampered after them.

    Back in the hall, the audience were being encouraged to take their seats for the second half. Some were still queuing for the raffle tickets so, knowing that the girls needed to get ready for their performance, Mrs Martin, the music teacher, took over. Since the compares of the first half were now in the process of being butchered, they were replaced Miss Lindsay, the cute twenty year old student who ran an after-school dance class on Wednesdays at the Junior branch of the Academy. To the audience’s great delight, the slim, athletic young woman was dressed in an authentic Sidney hat and boots and nothing else, her long blonde hair curled to complete the classic look.

    The opening performance of the second act was, of course, the Sidney’s Six dancers again who this time used the whole stage space to perform the Can-Can to an electro-rock arrangement with a thumbing dance beat behind it, high-kicking in a line then in an outward-facing circle and various other formations with the joyful enthusiasm and freedom of movement that can only come from dancing functionally naked!

    Despite all the nudity and the suggestiveness of some of the other performances, the first proper act of the second was far and away the steamiest the audience had seen yet! After the six delicious dancers had finished their energetic routine, the curtains closed and Miss Lindsay came back on stage to lead the applause and also to mention that ticket sales for the raffle were now closed, reminding everyone that at the end of the show, each girl would draw the winning ticket to decide who got to enjoy their meat! She then explained that the next group was a band from Year 11 calling themselves the Euro-Trippers.

    The curtains opened to reveal three girls on the stage, all with punk-like accessories, one with jet-black hair and a pieced eyebrow sat at a drum-set, holding her sticks in leather-gloved hands, another who was pale and thin but with big tits and spiked purple hair, dressed in fishnet gloves and biker boots, was holding a bright red electric guitar and stood with one foot on the amp while the final girl, the lead singer, stood in the middle behind the microphone stand. She was wearing orange Doc Martin boots, a black choker and various other pieces of heavy pewter jewellery, her apparently naturally dark blonde hair cropped into a buzz-cut around the sides of her head but left long on top so that her green-dyed fringe flopped over her face, covering one eye. She was in great shape physically, toned and athletic with shapely but firm boobs. All three were wearing heavy, dark makeup in various colours.

    “Hey, listen up, everybody!” the lead girl spoke in a deep but distinctly sensual voice, tapping the microphone to get the audience’s attention as if every pair of eyes in the hall was not already fixed on her and her small band. “Got a little special thing I’d like to do tonight!” The words sounded oddly familiar to Zoe, as if the girl on stage were quoting a scene from a movie or TV show although she could not place it for the moment. “I’d like to play a little song for you about the nastiest, freakiest little sex-puppet I know…” This provoked some giggles and some awkward chuckles from the audience, not to mention more than a few alarmed glances between the teachers who were suddenly wishing that they had asked to see each act in advance rather than just being told the format and genre. It was when the girl on stage breathily purred the name “Fiona” the Zoe remembered why the speech was familiar and a broad grin spread across her face as she remembered the old, funny movie she had watched with her dad some time last Summer.

    “This one’s for you, babe!” the girl held out her hand and a fourth member of the group ran onto stage from the wings, just as naked as the others but with a far more clean-cut, “good girl” image, her long brown hair in twin braids, her makeup subtle and pretty and wearing patent leather shoes with white ankle socks and a silver cross on a delicate chain around her neck. She was around the same age as the others and had an extremely enviable figure. Although Zoe didn’t know her personally, since she was a few years above her in the school, she was fairly sure that she was a member of the swim-team and there was no doubt that both she and the screen-haired punk she was now making out shamelessly with in front of everyone would make excellent spit-roasters. “Happy anniversary!” the lead singer grinned wolfishly as the embrace broke and the heavy thrash-metal riffs of the song started up.

    The the amused recognition of half the audience and the wide-eyed shock of the other half, the punk girl began to sing about how the boyfriend of the girl who was currently grinding on her so protectively that it would not have been too surprising if she abandoned the song half way through and the pair of them just started going to town right there on the stage had no idea that she regularly fucked her behind his back. The musical talent of the girls was apparently and the song catchy with the performance never quite crossing any lines so before it was half was through all those who had been concerned at the start began to relax and enjoy it with everyone else.

    “Wouldn’t want to be Scotty right now!” Paula giggled to Zoe as the song reached it’s final repetitive chorus. The song ended and the lead singer held the microphone out over the audience, all of whom were now chanting “Scotty doesn’t know! Scotty doesn’t know!” over and over until the pair of illicit lovers on stage began to make out again and the curtains closed. With that performance being the very definition of a tough act to follow, it seemed good that the next entry was something of a change of pace – a girl from Year 10, wearing only her glasses and a pair of flip-flops, performing an observational stand-up comedy act which went down a treat with the students in the audience as many of her “bits” were about the school itself and the teachers, all delivered with clear affection and good humour which had even those who were the butt of her jokes laughing along.

    Following her was another musical act but this time from a group of five Year 7 girls. They stood in a line on the stage, all wearing head-mics, jangly bracelets and very short scarves trimmed with metal coins along the edge around their waists, tied as the Sidney Six’s had been to accentuate their hip movements whilst leaving nothing what so ever to the imagination. The song they performed was “The Macarena”, with the girl in the middle singing the verses and the four that stood in pairs either side of her providing the chorus. These four also performed the famous dance constantly throughout the song with the lead-singer joining in the for the choruses. As cheesy and repetitive as the dance was and despite their relatively young age, the group of eleven and twelve year olds on stage manage to turn its inherent sensuousness up to a whole new level, their provocative wiggling causing several members o the audience to squirm in their seats almost as much as the Lambada which had closed out Act One!

    In the kitchen of the school cafeteria, a special area had been cleaned for the butcher to work. A trolley waited to transport the meat and a large roll of cling-film was ready to be used to wrap the wrap the individual cuts. As well as Jan and Sophie, Mrs McGregor, the head cook, was there to help with some of the processing such as mincing the less prestigious cuts and forming the meat into sauces and burgers as well as trays of mince. Since there was no way to hang the teens from the ceiling as he would do in the back room of his own shop, the butcher had set up a wide A-frame from which they could both be suspended and, to minimise the mess left once they were done, the floor was covered with plastic sheets and large plastic containers were on hand to collect the blood and viscera and keep it as contained as possible.

    The butcher and Mrs McGregor were already wearing recyclable single-use protective suits over their clothes with hoods that covered their hair but, since their dad had yet to find a supplier of similar suits in smaller sizes, the sisters quickly stripped as naked as the meat-girls, folding their clothes neatly and placing them on the counter behind the closed serving hatch, well out of the way of any potential splashes, then put on shower caps to keep their hair clean.

    “So,” the butcher smiled once everyone was ready, gesturing to his tools which were laid out on a small trolley as if he were a surgeon or dentist, “it’s time to get started! Sorry that the set-up isn’t ideal,” he explained apologetically to the soon-to-be-slaughtered teens, “but it’s all tried and tested. I’ll be hanging you by your ankles in just a moment,” he continued, “then I’ll cut your throats and make sure you’re bled out by the time I start making any more cuts. You might feel a little… Yes?” he asked, surprised to see that Andrea had raised her hand to ask a question. “What is it, honey?”

    “I was wondering…” Andrea asked, twisting her hands together behind her back and shuffling her feet awkwardly, her cheeks burning, “It’s just, well, we only get to do this once and I’d really like to know what getting butchered feels like so I was wondering if…” she paused again and bit her lip as if trying to get up the nerve to ask. The butcher and his three assistants smiled at her encouragingly, urging her to make her request, while her fellow meat-girl watched with curiosity. “Do you think you could cut my tits off before you kill me?” she blurted out then smiled hopefully.

    “Of course!” The butcher chuckled. “You’re not my first piggy to request something like that! In fact, there was this one girl once, only the fourth or fifth I’d ever harvested, who asked me to keep her alive for as long as possible while I butchered her. In the end I didn’t actually have to cut her throat at all! There’s only so many body-parts that can be cut away before the body gives up on its own! It was quite an experience, I can tell you!” he chuckled. “So sure, if you’d like, I have no problem harvesting your breast-meat first. What about you?” he turned to Becky. “Would you like the same?”

    “No thank you.” the other teen replied confidently and the butcher acknowledged this with a polite smile, opening his mouth to give the next instruction before she surprised him by continuing. “I’d like the other one, please?”

    “The other one?” he asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

    “The other method you talked about!” Becky reminded him. “That’s what I’d like!”

    “Ah, okay!” the butcher smiled, assuming she was referring to what he had first described. “Well let’s get you strung up so when I cut your…”

    “No, sorry!” Becky interrupted, sounding a little frustrated. “Not that! The other method! The one you just talked about? Where you keep cutting my meat off my body until I die?”
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    >>30758
    Hope this new chapter gives you some ideas to get your teeth into ;)

    >>30757
    So glad you're enjoying it! :D This one's a lot of fun to write, coming up with the different ideas for acts and costumes!
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    Those two girls are proving to be the real cut ups of the talent show I mean, they have a real steak in this competition
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    It’s gonna be a real slice of life video
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    >>30763
    At least none of the popular songs were butchered!
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    The next act on stage was another performance from the Sidney Six. This time they had engaged the assistance of Mr Parker, one of the Drama teachers, a very tall, slim man with a passion for performing! The song they were dancing to was the Boney M classic “Ra-Ra-Rasputin”, a novelty disco hit about the strange mystic who had gained such influence in the court of the Czar! The girls wore white fur hats and high, lace-up military-style boots but in white while Mr Parker was dressed in a long robe along with a long, fake beard and wig, representing the titular character, standing in the middle of the stage and making occasional hand-gestures or making dramatic faces at the audience while the near-naked girls danced around him, performing traditional Russian Cossack dancing along the front of the stage for the chorus. There was not a single family in the audience who did not have at least one ticket between them and there was a special thrill in watching the dancers showing off their bodies knowing that it would very soon be decided who would get to enjoy their meat!

    Following them was a girl from Year 8 who played a medley of popular movie themes on the violin with such energy, passion and skill that even those in the audience who had inwardly groaned when she had walked into the stage were won over by her performance. The fact that she was a slim, very pretty girl standing in front of them stark naked did not make things worse either! The next act was a pair of girls from Yeah 11 who sat on an artificial log, both wearing cowboy boots but normal, rustic brown ones with no added bling, not the Sidney style variants, one with her hair in braids tied with yellow ribbons at the end and the other with hers brushed straight and wearing a straw sun-hat. The girl with the hat was holding an acoustic guitar and together they sang the Sonny and Cher hit “I got you, babe”. After them came another very pretty, blonde girl from Year 7 performing a ballet routine from Swan Lake in nothing but her point shoes. Like the violinist before her, her talent and dedication to her art-form were obvious and she received enthusiastic applause.

    “Of course, Swan Lake is not the only famous bird-related dance piece!” Miss Lindsay grinned at the audience after thanking the eleven year old ballerina. “So with the other avian classic, please welcome back onto the stage the Sidney Six!” There was wild applause again as the curtains opened, quickly turning to cheerful laughter as the audience saw how the dancers were dressed this time.

    They were all wearing feathery caps with the peaks shaped like beaks, feathered bands around their wrists and ankles and feathered capes which were connected to the backs of their caps, to the bands around their wrists and to second brightly coloured but not feathered bands around their upper arms. While all the beaks were yellow, the rest of each girl’s ensemble was in a different bright neon colour. The all stood facing the audience, happy grins on their faces and arms bent to give the impression of wings. As the music started, they bobbed up and down alternately then began the dance that had been a staple of children’s parties and family-friendly gatherings for at least half a century. When they turned round to wiggle their rumps at the audience, it was revealed that they also had feathery tails stuck on just above the cleft of their buttocks. The dance was simple and repetitive but took on a whole new dimension when performed by a team of naked meat-girls! Each repetition got a little faster and by the end, at least three quarters of the audience were standing up and joining in!


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    >>30763
    They were definitely a cut above the rest and deserved their meaty roles!
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    I don’t know are they able to meat the challenge? Sounds like they’re about to go to pieces.
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    >>30768
    In that case they risk getting the chop!
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    “Are you sure about this?” the butcher asked once both teens were bound for slaughter with their wrists behind their backs. “The knives are sharp but it’s definitely going to hurt.”

    “Isn’t that the point?” Becky winked. “I want the full experience!”

    “Just the tits for me!” Andrea giggled. “I’m not as hard-core as Becky but yeah, it’s definitely what I want!”

    “Very well.” The butcher nodded. “Well I think we’ll hang you up as planned.” he informed Andrea. “But we’ll keep you standing.” He gestured with the knife in his hand for Becky to come stand under the frame. She did as she was told and the butcher’s two naked daughters came with her. Carefully, Jan clipped the end of a rope onto the thick cable-tie which held Becky’s wrists together then tossed the other end over the top of the frame, catching it and tugging on it so that the teens arms were forced up awkwardly almost level with her shoulders and she was forced to lean forwards, spreading her feet to just beyond shoulder-width to maintain her balance. Sophie, of course, was recording the whole process on her phone. The live-butchering was definitely going to make for some unique and exciting footage!

    With Becky in place, Jan called Andrea forward and had her stand with her feet together so a second cable-tie could be put around her ankles. In the butcher’s work area behind his shop he had chains on mechanical winches, sharp hooks on the end that could be pushed through the backs of a girl’s ankles, but in this makeshift butchering area, he had to make do with what could be set up. Another rope was clipped to this cable-tie then the butcher picked the naked teen up, throwing her over his shoulder like a fireman’s rescue and instructing Jan to pull on the rope. Once it was tight and her feet were close to the top bar, the rope was tied off and he gently lowered the meat-girl so that she hung with her pony-tail just brushing the plastic-covered floor, her big, firm, teen breasts feeling the uncomfortable tug of gravity as she hung upside down.

    “Okay, ready?” the butcher asked as Jan got into position with one of the blood buckets. Andrea nodded as best as she could manage from her position. Had she been standing upright, the butcher would have needed to life her breast to slice upwards from where the under-side joined her chest but gravity was doing that job for him, pulling the heavy, highly-prized meat forward and exposing the place to cut so clearly it might as well have had a dotted line drawn across with with a small illustration of a pair of scissors.

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    >>30758

    > I'm using Perchance Enhance Girl AI
    Your pictures are as "delicious" as ever. :)
    But I can't help noticing that there are still flaws in creating hands. "Still" in terms of being "not up-to-date", because I've seen AI productions with perfect hands and feets eliminating this "at first glance evidence". Though I'm aware of a lot of reasons like availability, affordability or usability I'm curious about your reasons to work with this generator.



    >>30760

    > ... the Sidney’s Six dancers ... perform the Can-Can ... dancing ... naked!
    Fun Fact: Did you know that ...
    < [... t]he dance was considered scandalous, and for a while there were attempts to suppress it. This may have been partly because in the 19th century, women wore pantalettes, which had an open crotch, and the high kicks were intentionally revealing.
    [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can-can]



    >>30766

    > “Ra-Ra-Rasputin”, a novelty disco hit about the strange mystic who had gained such influence in the court of the Czar!
    It's really remarkable funny that today it has to be explained who Rasputin was. And are you sure that it's not neccessary to give information about the Czar? ;D
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    >>30775
    Oh yes I knew the Can-Can's scandalous history which is why I thought it would be fun to take it to the next level 😁 As for Rasputin, I learned a while back not to trust that audiences will understand my pop-culture references! Plus it adds a bit of depth to the paragraph, beyond just saying "They danced to (song name)" 😁
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    The teen gave a small gasp but did not cry out as the sharp blade bit into her flesh. This was it! She was being butchered like a pig! Her gasp in reaction to the sudden pain, which was nowhere near as intense as she had feared it might be thanks to the sharpness of the knife cutting through her like butter, turned to a sigh of pleasure and she bit her lip as she felt the strange sensation of her breast pulling away from the rest of her body until it came away completely, leaving her with a peculiarly light, lop-sided feeling.

    “Oh down!” the butcher grinned, placing the severed breast on the counter where it wobbled slightly like a jelly. “Getting all this?” he asked his younger daughter who nodded cheerfully from behind the camera. “Ready?” he asked, wiping the blood off the knife with a clean rag then positioning it to make the second cut. This time he did not wait for a reply but removed the other breast as deftly as the first then without pausing or saying anything more, wiped the blade once again then drew it across Andrea’s throat, cutting deeply. Jan held the plastic bucket, adjusting the angle instinctually as the frothy red blood sprayed out at high pressure at first, her dad continuing to cut through the teen’s neck, pulling on her hair with his other hand to keep the wound open wide, then gradually slowing to a trickle as he set the knife down, took the head in both hands and gave a sharp twist. There was a wet snapping sound as her spine broke and her head came completely free from her body.

    Knowing the routine well, Jan set down the now heavy blood bucket and collected the container for the viscera which would need to be sorted through, one of her jobs, to separate the tasty edible organs from the parts that would be recycled or sold as pet treats. Once Andrea’s body stopped twitching, the butcher sliced open her belly and Jan caught the steaming innards in the plastic crate. Quickly, her dad cut them loose then swapped his large knife for a smaller one with a thin blade and used it to cut out her meaty fillet. With a heavy cleaver, needing only four blows, he then split her carcass in two and set Jan the task of using a hose attached to one of the sinks to clean it out.

    “Now,” he approached Becky while Sophie continued to record her sister for the moment, “given what you’ve just seen, are you still sure that you want me to part you out alive?”

    “Definitely!” Becky sighed huskily. “More so than ever! Cut me up like the piggy I am!”

    “Very well.” the butcher nodded, pulling two trolleys close, the one with his tools on and another empty one where he could stack the meat as it came off. “If it gets too much,” he told her kindly, “just say and I can finish you off in a couple of seconds, quick and easy, okay?” Becky nodded. “Okay.” he stood behind her, her meaty rump pressing into his crotch as she leaned forward. Checking to see that Sophie was now recording, he reached around from behind and took hold of Becky’s left breast, lifting it slightly so that he could draw the knife up from beneath. Like Andrea, Becky gasped but did not cry out. In fact she visibly tried to rub her thighs together and grind into him, clearly hugely aroused.

    “Need some help there?” Jan asked, wiping her hands as she walked back over from the sink where she had returned the coiled hose.

    “Not for the moment, thanks poppet.” Her dad smiled, taking hold of Becky’s other breast.

    “I wasn’t talking to you!” Jan winked cheekily, kneeling down in front of the teen and leaning back so that her own, significantly smaller but nicely-shaped breasts were pushed forward and her face was between the meat-girl’s legs. With the blood dripping on her from above as her father removed the other breast, the naked school-girl relieved the intense craving between the partially-butchered girl’s legs with her tongue.

    With both breasts on the trolley and chuckling affectionately at his daughter’s behaviour, the butcher took a slight step back to cut away the firm, juicy meat of first Becky’s left buttock then her right, both of which came away in single pieces. Then, giving his daughter as much time and space as possible to do her work, cut away the meat of the teen’s biceps then did the same with her thighs. By then, Becky was dizzy from the mixture of blood-loss, the natural pain-killers her brain flooded itself with, the feeling of her body going into shock and of course the sensation of Jan’s tongue expertly alternating between teasing her hard clip and pushing inside her to lap at her sweet honey.

    “Belly now!” the butcher warned, thinking that Jan might get up but instead she simply pushed her shoulders back a little further, a task made easier by the fact that Becky’s thick thighs were now nothing but bloody bones with small scraps of flesh still clinging to them, and held out her hands as if expecting to receive a treat or sacrament. With Sophie filming constantly, thinking to herself what a record-breaker this footage was sure to be in terms of views and shares, the butcher sliced open the meat-girl’s belly and allowed the pink, purple and grew innards to fall down into his older daughter’s waiting hands, spilling out and over her lap, flopping messily onto the plastic-covered floor as he cut them loose.

    From the cry she gave it was clear that this had been the extra sensation needed to trigger Becky’s orgasm but neither Jan nor her father were done yet, with the schoolgirl continuing to pleasure the stripped and bloody but somehow still breathing carcass that had been Becky as the butcher cut away her belly meat in large slabs. It was only when she gave a final gasp and fell limp that the butcher finally cut her throat, allowing the weak flow from the wound to trickle down onto Jan’s naked body.


    To be continued...
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    Making butchering sexy. Brutal and erotic.

    Question for EH, did you write’ Two Tasty Tourist? 20 chapters of Incredible work!
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    >>30791
    Thank you! Yes, that's one of mine. At the time it was the longest thing I'd written, now overtaken by "Talking Turkey" 😁
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    You did a great job keeping the two tourists (center focus). The story progresses though their eyes only.

    Each meatgirl they encounter had their own distinct personalities. As well as the staff and owners.

    Sidney-verse has inspired me to delve into my fantasies and write again. Thanks
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    On stage, to give the Sidney Six dancers a chance to shed their feathers and change back into their iconic outfits ready for the grand prize draw, the school choir came on, made up twenty girls from all the different year-groups, wearing nothing but an assortment of Santa or elf hats and novelty earrings, some wears wearing garlands of tinsel around their necks like scarves, and sang a medley of carols and other traditional Christmas songs. Having seen all the entries, the judges passed their score cards to Mr Whittaker who had been head caretaker of both schools for many years, long before the merger, lived in a little cottage adjacent to the shared field and was liked and trusted by staff and pupils alike. It would be his job as independent adjudicator to add up the scores given by individual judges for each act, which they had not even shared amongst themselves, taking the average of the different categories, then see who came out highest over-all, determining the winner.

    “Well folks,” Miss Lindsay grinned as the curtains closed on the choir and the polite applause had died down, “it’s that time we’ve all been waiting for! Six lucky winners are going to get the chance to invite their family and friends to an exclusive meal that’s absolutely to die for!” There was some laughter from the audience as everyone got their tickets out. Many of the contestants, all of whom were now standing at the back of the hall, including Paula and Zoe, went to join their parents for this big moment, kneeling on the floor in front of them or sitting on laps since no other seats were available. Zoe sat on her dad’s lap with her arm around his neck and, the two families sat beside each other, Paula did the same. In both cases their mums were charged with holding the tickets and they had five each which they fanned out so that all the numbers would be visible. Unlike the generic cloakroom tickets used for the first raffle, these were custom-printed tickets and the corresponding ones in the draw all had the names and contact telephone numbers of the people who had bought them on the back to avoid any issues or confusion. “Please welcome onto the stage, one of our Guests of Honour for the evening, Mr Hunter Roebuck!”

    There was enthusiastic applause as the handsome businessman took to the stage, flashing his charming smile and giving a friendly wave. The applause for him, however, was dwarfed by the enthusiasm expressed for the dancers when they were called back on stage to determine who would get to eat them. They were once again dressed as they had been at the start of the first and second acts in Sidney costumes in pink or white, their delicious young bodies on full display. Hunter gave a short speech thanking them their their performances throughout the evening and for agreeing to be the star prizes of that evening’s raffle. Reading from a piece of paper passed to him from the school secretary via Miss Lindsay, he proudly announced that the raffle had managed to raise seven thousand, six hundred and fifteen pounds for the school which, when added to the sales of the other raffle tickets, refreshments and the tickets themselves meant that the evening had raised a whopping thirteen thousand, two hundred and eighty five pounds, a figure which Hunter promised to match from his own pocket. By every possible metric, the evening was an outstanding success! The raffle machine was wheeled out onto the stage again and Shelly, as the youngest, stepped forward to draw the first ticket.

    “Okay!” the cute blonde grinned, sticking the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she rummaged in the barrel, Hunter holding the microphone close to her mouth to make sure everyone would be able to hear. “Let’s see who’s gonna get to enjoy me!” She pulled out a ticket and unfolded it, reading the number first then flipping it over to announce the name. “Ticket number four one two.” she announced. “Moira Tarbuck! Where’s Moira?” She put her hand up to shield her eyes from the bright stage lights and looked out over the audience. A joyful whoop told her where to look and she turned to see a pleasant, very mumsy-looking lady getting up out of her seat. She was sat with her husband, a boy of about Shelly’s own age and two younger girls who probably went to the Junior school.

    “Can we have the house lights up?” Hunter suggested. “Come on up here, Moira!” The lights in the hall came on and the stage lights dimmed to a general ambience, making it much easier for those on stage to see the audience. The happy woman excitedly made her was up onto the stage and hugged her prize, giving her a kiss on the cheek, then moved to the back of the stage area, her back against the heavy velvet curtains, with her out of the way to watch as the other winners were picked, standing with her hands on Shelly’s shoulders. “Morgan, you’re up next!” Hunter invited the sweet brunette forward to pick her own winner. Andi was next, then Beth.

    “Oh my goodness!” Paula’s mum exclaimed, looking at the tickets in her hand and recognising that one of them matched the number that the cute ginger-haired thirteen year old on stage had just read out, confirmed a second later when Beth read out her name. “Here!” she exclaimed, standing up and waving her ticket. “Over here! It’s us!”

    “Then come on up!” Hunter chuckled.

    “Go on!” her husband urged as she glanced at him, wondering for a moment if she should send him up instead since technically it had been he who had paid for the tickets. “I’m rather stuck here anyway!” he chuckled, bouncing Paula on his lap a little to point out that she was pinning him into his chair.

    “Go on, Mum!” Paula giggled. “Go claim our prize!” Just as the other winners had done, Paula’s mum kissed the dancer then moved to stand with her at the back of the stage.

    Next up was Helen, the curvaceous, dark-skinned beauty, older sister if Andi and girlfriend of Sarah who was the last to draw her ticket. The tall, athletic fourteen year old blonde, her shapely breasts a very good size for her age and her rump practically screaming to be roasted and carved, was unofficially considered considered the star prize, her girlfriend a very close second of course. Very few people in the audience or on stage to keep from salivating and more than a few felt their stomachs rumbling as she stepped forward and, grinning broadly out at the audience, reached into the barrel.

    “Ticket two one one three.” She read out proudly. “Poppy Carter.”

    “That’s me! That’s me!” a sweet, plump, dark-haired little girl of six or seven, wearing a Christmas sweater and a halo-like tinsel crown sat in the front row leapt to her feet. She was sat between her grandparents who smiled indulgently, her grandfather ruffling her hair and her grandmother playfully patting her backside and they encouraged her to go up onto the stage.

    “Well hello!” Sarah knelt down to hug the overjoyed winner. “I hope I’ll be delicious for you!” She stood and took the beaming younger girl’s hand and moved to the rather crowded space against the curtains.

    “Let’s have all the prizes and their winners back out here!” Hunter suggested, beckoning the girls and audience members forward as the raffle-drawing raffle apparatus was wheeled off stage. They posed together in a line, first with the winners in between each dancer, then standing behind their prizes, all except for Poppy who Sarah picked up and held on her hip while various photographs were taken. “Okay so now the other moment you’ve been waiting for!” Hunter grinned. “It’s time to announce the winner and I think it’s only right that Josie be the one to announce it. Get on up here, Josie!” he gestured for the manager of the soon-to-be-opened Sidney’s branch to join him on stage then passed her the microphone, joining in the polite applause as he and everyone else on stage stepped back and moved to the sides, leaving a space in the middle of the stage.

    To be continued...
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    >>30793
    Thank you! I really enjoyed writing that one and "fleshing out" the characters. It's fun to write stories in the early days following Sidney's victory when the world is not quite used to cannibalism yet but it's growing in acceptance and popularity.
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    “Okay then!” Josie stood in the middle of the stage and slipped the microphone into the stand so that she could have both hands free. “Well I must admit I’m glad I wasn’t on the judging panel as there’s no way I’d have been able to pick! Plus there was such a wonderful variety of different acts, how can you possibly compare one to another? Hopefully the various criteria we gave the judges to score will have helped. Anyway,” she grinned, “enough of my waffle! Can I have the results, please?” Mr Whittaker stood in front of the stage and held out a large, golden envelope to her. She reached down and took it gratefully then, savouring the anticipation of the near-silent audience, carefully tore it open. “And the winner is…” She slid out the card which was pink and sparkly with the golden Sidney’s logo printed across it, on the reverse of which the caretaker had written the winning act in marker pen. Josie paused, read the card then smiled approvingly. “The Amazing Pauletto and their lovely assistant Zorina!” Both girls leapt to their feet, unable to believe what they were hearing. “Come on up here, girls!” Quickly, the two T-shirt-clad school-girls scampered up the side of the hall to the front and were about to climb the steps up onto the stage when Miss Lindsay caught their eyes and mimed taking off their T-shirts. Although they did not have their costume pieces, the girls gamely disrobed and mounted the stage naked.

    “Congratulations!” Josie beamed at them, posing for the official photographs as well as many from the audience, especially the girls’ parents, as she handed over the highly valuable gift-card which was their prize. “Be careful with that!” she cautioned them as she stepped back, leaving them holding it between them and displaying it to the various flashing cameras. “In fact,” she smiled warmly, “why don’t you give it back to me for safe-keeping while you go get ready? You can collect it properly after the show, along with another very special voucher I think your family won?” Paula nodded and grinned. “Now go on,” she urged, “go get ready to show us your magic act again!”

    The winning duo excitedly hopped back down the steps and out the side door of the hall, through the lobby to the library. As they passed, they saw the butcher and his daughters setting up a stand, pouring crushed ice into trays so that the meat for sale could be displayed. The others on the stage either returned to their seats or, in the case of the dancers, made their way back to the library where Zoe and Paula were donning their costumes and giving their hair and makeup a very quick touch-up. The school choir were in there too, apparently waiting to go back on for some grand finale and, although they didn’t have time to ask, they also spotted Mr Parker who had earlier portrayed Rasputin, now wearing a long red coat and a white wig and beard set which looked more Gandalf than Santa Claus, applying glitter makeup to his face! By the time they got back on stage, their props were all in place again.

    The house lights were lowered once more and the curtains opened, the first few notes playing in total darkness before the stage lights came on. Since there would be no shock-value this time and were simply repeating their act as something of an encore, they did not fake a fatal mishap this time but performed all the illusions through straight. The mood in the audience was joyful and buoyant and the girls on stage could feel the positive energy directed at them. If anything, their applause at the end of the act this time was even more enthusiastic than it had been the first time and they glowed with joy as they took their bows.

    Once they had been given their moment in the literal spotlight, they were joined on stage by Mr Parker and the choir as well as the Sidney Six dancers and, at the urging of Hunter and Josie, all the other girls who had participated, sans their modesty shirts of course, as well as the lucky raffle winners, Miss Lindsay and the other judges. As the only ones who had actually rehearsed, Mr Parker and the choir took centre stage, Mr Parker taking ownership of the microphone as he launched into a classic Christmas hit from the 1970s, his costume suddenly making sense as it became clear he was dressed like the original lead singer of the glam-rock band who had made the song famous. The song was well-enough known that most of the others on stage could join in the chorus but it was catchy and repetitive enough that even those who were totally unfamiliar with it were able to join in by the second or third repetition. Just as with the punk rock novelty song from the beginning of the second half, by the end of the song, the whole audience was joining in.

    With the show finally over for real, the girls all changed back into whatever street-clothes they had arrived in and went out to meet their parents. Those who had won the dancers were given vouchers and instructions on how to book their meals and of course the two winning girls were given the voucher which they agreed to share equally. Of course Zoe’s parents promised that Paula’s family could come over when they served up Andrea’s breast and Paula’s parents assured Zoe’s that they would be on the guest list for their private Sidney’s experience.

    Wanting to make a real feast of the occasion, Zoe’s mum bought some sausages, some mince for making meat-balls and some other steaks from the butcher, some of Andrea’s and some of Becky’s, to go with the breast that she had won. All the meat sold quickly and several girls and women took the flyers that Sophie somewhat aggressively offered to anyone who looked to her like good meat.

    “I kept some girl and apple sausages back.” the butcher smiled at his younger daughter, ruffling her hair as they packed the van once the evening was completely over. “I know they’re your favourite!”

    “Thanks, Daddy!” she grinned at him. “You’re the best!”

    “Don’t mention it!” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “After all, we’ve got to fatten you up a bit more if you’re going to be the family’s Christmas dinner!”


    THE END
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    A story larger then life .Whole community and business coming together to support your their local schools. So many tasty giving their all for our entertainment.

    Put another feather in you hat. Great work.
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    >>30811
    Thank you! Should I call it Macaroni? ;)
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    I only just saw on Pixiv that you’ve finished writing your story. It is told in great detail. Wonderful—it was a real experience. Thanks for sharing. Thumbs up.

    By the way, how do you determine the reading time listed on Pixiv? I had a text-to-speech program read your story to me.
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    >>30775

    The depiction of malformed hands and feet remains a problem. This issue frequently arises when too many individuals with visible hands and feet are to be depicted; the AI ​​struggles to handle this. Consequently, concealing the hands of some individuals in the image is one way to minimize these errors.
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    I like Mac's pictures too.
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    >>31114
    I don't set that, it's an automatic feature of Pixiv :) I guess it's based in word count and average reading speed?
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    >>31115
    Exactly, I haven't found a free AI program that doesn't have the issue with hands and feet and ocasionally facial features. There are a couple of free programs that will do corrections but most of them won't work with obviously underage characters. Perchance has a "seed" option that allows you to make clone images that can sometimes correct the distortions. If the distortion isn't too bad, I will often hand correct with paint and/or photoshop.

    BTW, I like your pictures as well
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    >>31122

    That’s the approach I take, too. The "seed" function is very helpful. Sometimes—or actually quite often—I get the feeling that the AI ​​intentionally sabotages image quality and deliberately introduces errors when dealing with sensitive topics. Switching languages ​​can be helpful for sensitive subjects, as the terminology tends to be less heavily censored. My main account is now following you on Pixiv; if you take a look at the cover images for my stories, you’ll know who I am there. Pixiv makes it easier to interact.
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    >>31117

    So, it’s a feature that Pixiv displays incorrectly. Haha. I often have your stories read aloud to me. This story took at least twice as long as Pixiv’s buggy display suggests. But that’s not a problem; after all, I need entertainment while I work on my projects. Thanks for sharing your imagination with us.

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