“Unlike the feet and hands, the organs won’t go to waste. They will be turned into special doggy treats. For example, the liver is full of important nutrients, so it will be used as a special nutrient supplement for dogs in need. The heart is a popular snack to buy for a dog on special occasions, and the intestines make great sausage casings.” the worker explained as the rest of the organs were removed. After getting everything out, the robotic arms pulled out, and the tray holding the organs moved out of the machine from a side door.

After emptying the body, the robotic arms turned the body around on its back and laid it on a metallic table. Once again large blades turned alive and reached for the helpless body in front of them. “The last thing to remove are the bones. You don’t want to have bone shards in your dog food!” the worker explained as the blades dug into Olivia’s arms.

The blades cut her arms like they had with her belly, down to the bone the whole length of her arm. Two robotic arms once again spread the wound, revealing the bone inside. Third arm reached for the bone, and after a bit of extra cutting, pulled it out whole. The bones scratched a bit against each other at the joints as they were removed, clicking and scratching, and they made a wet plup- sound as they were pulled from their home. The meat of the arm around it was mostly undamaged, except for the cut. Luke watched as his mother’s body resembled her mom less by every second as her limbs were stripped from their bones into weird slabs of meat. The exposed meat up and the skin side down, Olivia’s body was weirdly wide, flat and meaty red.

The arms repeated the same process to the mom’s legs, leaving them as meaty slabs too, before reaching for the bones of her torso. “The bones will also not be wasted.” the worker explained as the class watched mesmerized at the machine in work. “They will make great chewing bones. The arm and leg bones are by far the most popular, but hip bone and ribs also have their buyers.” she explained as the machine pulled out some of the mom’s ribs. It was surprising to see how many bones there in fact were in a person, as all of them were laid into a neat pile on a tray next to the body.

With the spine added last onto the pile, Olivia’s body was finally bone-free, except for her head. Like her organs moments before, the tray with a bone pile disappeared through a side door. “The organs and bones are processed in a different part of the factory. We however follow the trip of the rest of the body. In fact, it is time to move to the next machine.” Mrs. Miller explained joyfully as the body was laid back onto the conveyor belt.

Luke watched as what was left of his mother rolled out of the second machine. She was still recognizable as a person, but only barely. Her body was spread out as flat slabs of meat, like a coat taken off of a skeleton. Only her head, still in the silly expression from before, revealed it was his mom. Even her recognizable pair of large breasts were unnaturally bent downwards with the rest of her belly like the outside of a jacket, even though her head faced upwards. There isn’t much she is useful for anymore, he noted. But there is only one thing she is needed for anymore, he reminded himself. She is dog food.

“Everyone. Everyone!” Mrs. Miller had to shout a little to get the class’ attention. Everyone had gotten very chatty seeing the normal mom from before being turned into a barely recognizable meat slab. Some were talking and giggling excited and amused, while others were more thoughtful. It seemed like everyone had something to say about the situation. “Everyone!” only the third shout managed to silence the class.

“There is only one thing to do before we can throw our meat into the grinder.” she explained, standing in front of the third machine of the disassembly line. “The body needs to be cut into smaller parts to make the grinding process easier. But before that, you may notice that one part of the body is surprisingly intact.” the worker said, and pointed at Olivia’s head.

“That is for a reason. Usually we sell the heads of the bodies as special doggy treats. It is extra fun for your dog to gnaw the tasty meat off a complete head, especially as a special treat is waiting for them inside! However, that wouldn’t be too interesting, so I have something more fun for you today.” the worker explained.

As Mrs. Miller talked, the machine behind her cut off the head from the body with one single cut. A robotic arm moved it to a side room of the machine, while the main machine worked on the body in the main room. A large set of blades and arms started to assault the body in the main room, cutting it down to fist sized lumps of meat. However the worker waved the class to follow her to the glass wall of the side room, in which the head laid. As they did, they could hear the blades swirling, and the wet sounds of pieces of flesh hitting against each other and the table in the room next to them.

“What is a better way to end a dog food’s journey than a bit of an explosion? See that weight up there?” she asked, pointing at a metallic cube at the top of the room, about a meter in size. “We are going to drop it on the head to give one last splash for you to remember.” she explained. The idea sparked excited chit chat in the class. “The machine is a hydraulic press, and pressing this button will lower the weight.” she said and pointed at a big red button. “Do we have any volunteers to press it? Luke, would you want to do the deed?” she said, turning towards the boy.

Luke was lost for words. He looked at the detached head of his mom, laying on the tray inside the machine, her expression weird and violated. He peeked at the main room, where his mom’s body was losing its shape as it was turned to a pile of irregular red meat cubes. Did he want to do it, did we want to make the last recognizable part of his mom to just go splat? To end her like that, leaving no memory of her behind besides a pile of different kinds of dog snacks?

He however didn’t get to talk before his friend Mike jumped ahead. “Me! Please choose me!” he shouted and took steps towards the machine.

“Sure, come here. Just press the red button when you are ready. It will take a few seconds for the hydraulic press to get down, so keep pressing it. But don’t stand in front of the glass! We want everyone to see it.” the worker explained and stepped away from the button.

The excited boy hopped at the button, barely remembering to stand away from the glass wall. Without hesitation, a wide grin on his face, he pressed the button. The hydraulic press was sprung to life. It started slowly and menacingly lower downwards towards the woman’s head placed under it, humming deeply all the way. Mike kept pressing the button, hoping that pressing it harder would speed up the machine. But the machine had its speed, maybe five centimeters per second.

Slowly and steadily the press got to Olivia’s head. Luke expected for it to slow down when getting resistance, but his mom’s head didn’t seem to bother the machine one bit. First the pretty face of the woman was squeezed against the press, but that wasn’t enough. The class listened as the skull started to bend under the immense strength of the machine, molding the head into an unnatural shape, the skull making nasty cracking sounds all the while.

The head tried to mold to its new shape for a few moments, but it had its limits. As the weight had pressed the skull to only half of its original height, the bone and skin couldn’t hold the pressure anymore. With a loud splat the skull cracked into small pieces like an egg shell. The pieces took the skin over them with them, making pieces of the head explode around the press. Just a few seconds after that the squishy brain joined them as the hydraulic press made it into a paste. The whole time the press didn’t slow one bit as it destroyed the head on its way. It caused one last explosion at the last second of its journey, forcing the head matter that was still under it to eject all around the room with high speed as it hit the metallic table at the bottom. Pieces of the skull, brain and everything else that had made Olivia’s head hit the walls of the room, including the front facing glass wall, painting them red and pink with gore. For a second the whole class was in shock as one lonely and half-crushed eyeball slowly drained down the glass wall.

“Woohoo! That was awesome! I want to do that again!” Mike shouted excitedly. The class joined the excitement, bursting into spontaneous laughter and applause. Even Luke couldn’t resist joining it. It was his mom but… that had looked great.

“Now, now, calm down everyone. We don’t have more heads to pop for today. If you liked it so much, you should ask your mom if she would let you pop her head.” the worker proposed. Mike looked thoughtful, with a grin rising on his face. “Now, get back to your class.” she hushed the boy to his classmates. The boy did so, still grinning.

“It seems that the main machine has just finished with the body.” Mrs. Miller noted as the body in the main room was now nothing but a pile of meat cubes. You could barely recognize some parts as human, like one with half of Olivia’s breast, but just barely.

“That means that there is only one step left. The grinding!” the worker said with excitement, echoed by the class.

The group of kids followed the tray of meat to the last machine. It was the largest so far, and they had to climb a staircase to get to the viewing platform. The machine was one giant meat grinder, with glass walls on its sides to stop anything from getting out. The tray of Olivia’s meat slowly rose to the top of the grinder on the conveyor belt. “Watch now.” the worker said as it reached the top.

Luke did as asked. He watched as the tray was tilted, letting the pile of meat drop straight into the grinder. The grinder hungrily took the offering, mincing Luke’s mom’s meat with ease. There was no resemblance left to the loving mom Olivia had been as her meat cubes mushed together into a mess inside the machine. The gaping maw of metallic teeth grinded the meat, gurgling as it turned it into a wet paste. In just a few moments, the machine ate the load it was given.

The other end of the machine, a floor before, sprung to life. A conveyor of dog food cans, four per row, started to move. For a second a row stopped under a set of hoppers. The class watched as a red paste filled the cans to the brim, before the machine moved, letting a new set of cans to their place. Next the cans got their covers, finishing them. A row after row, a new batch of Dog Heaven dog food was spurred from the machine to a basket at the end of the conveyor line. The kids chatted to each other as the machine finally stopped, having emptied the very last of Olivia’s meat into the ready-to-eat cans of dog food.

“There you go, the final product.” Mrs. Miller said as he guided the class to the basket of dog food. “Dog Heaven, the best brand for those who want only the best for their dogs. All made from women, with just a bit of taste enhancers and preservatives added in.” he said as he took one can into his hand. The familiar logo of a doberman with a woman’s breast in its fangs decorated its side. “All thanks to the lovely mother of your classmate, Luke.” she lifted the can in the air.

“Now, do any of you have dogs?” the worker asked.

About half of the kids raised their hands, with Luke being the last of them. “Alright everyone who has a dog, form a line. You will get a little souvenir!” she winked. It was enough to get the class moving.

Every kid who had a dog got a can of the batch. Luke watched as the worker gave him his one, and after a second of hesitation, a second one. “I’m sure your dog will love it” she winked to Luke, who grinned back. He peek into the basket. Quite a few cans were still left behind. Guess some dog would get to enjoy them too, he thought.

“It is just like one that was made of my big sister.” one the girls in the class noted, looking at the can.

Luke looked at his one. He turned it around, curious to see if there would be a picture, or something of his mom… but nothing. No picture, no name, no nothing. It was just like every other can of dog food. He wouldn’t have known it was his mom if he hadn’t seen her getting processed into it.

“They all look the same.” the worker said. “But all of them are made from women and girls like us… someone’s loved one in every bite.” she smiled proudly.

***

“Luke! Luke!” his father’s words echoed from downstairs.

“What!” Luke shouted back, putting away his homework. Or more factually, the phone he had used to procrastinate on the homework.

“Have you fed Max!?” his father replied.

“I will!” he shouted back and stood up. He put away his phone and the tik tok video of his friend Mike with an anvil hanging over his mom’s head, missing the highlight of Mike dropping it on her. It didn’t matter much, he had seen tens of those videos of ‘Splatting’ already.

Luke ran down the stairs, and to the food closet. “Max! Food!” he shouted. The family’s golden retriever was there in just a second after hearing the magical word.

Luke took a random can of dog food from the shelf without looking at it and headed to Max’s food cup. The dog was wagging its tail wildly as Luke opened the can of Dog Heaven in a hurry. He wanted to get back to his phone as soon as possible. He opened the can and quickly emptied the red-brown mush of minced meat to Max’s plate. The only recognizable thing in the mush was a lonely nipple. It was the first thing the golden retriever gulped down.

Luke giggled a little as he put the empty can away. The dog was devouring the food, tail wagging as excited as ever, obviously loving the taste. “Thanks mom.” Luke said before running back to his room.