I know nobody likes standing in lines, forced to wait your turn, but there is something to be said about delaying the inevitable...~ The rising tension, the mounting anticipation, the dread and excitement...all of it building to one final moment, only for it to end in single clean slash, right to the back of the neck.~ Experiences like these, crafted to milk these moments for all their worth, are a dime-a-dozen in Taystie Park. They captivate participant and viewer alike, with unforgettable thrills you can only see and do once, from normal beginnings to gloriously depraved ends. And though few could be asked for their thoughts or overall reviews once it was over, the results speak for themselves!~

After being marked and graded as meat, Jessie was given the simple task of standing in a neat and orderly line with the rest of the sows, who's bottoms all shared the same label, their marked letters ranging between B- to A+. For Jessie though, her own high grading came with a deep sense of relief rather than any source of pride though there was no doubt some of that too stirring inside her fluttering heart. Those who received a C+ and below were cordoned off from the rest, joining a line that moved far faster than her's did, given it ended with them being conveyor-fed, alive and whole, to the large, steel teeth of an Industrial-Sized Meat-Girl Grinder. Deemed unfit for consumption, all they could look forward to was having their bodies' sub-quality byproduct processed into tallow, glue, oils, lipstick, soap, pet food, fertilizer, and all sorts of Taystie-Branded consumer goods to be sold In-Park and abroad, usually at a market-friendly discount!

So girls with passing grades got to stay on the main track, which of course was the real reason people submitted themselves as meat. But if Jessie or anyone else needed a reminder, the automated machinery that looped all around them and across the factory floor sure helped. Carrying girl-meat from station to station, it quickly washed, shaved, and lathered them in cooking oil before adding a sweet and tangy dressing on top, further enriching their final flavor. Each station lasted only a few moments, as did their penultimate stop, where sharp blades severed necks in one clean *ka-thunk*!~ After all, Taystie's more "industrialized" ventures had a strict adherence to operating with speed and efficiency (so long as it didn't effect the quality of the final product or their bottom line...~).

Good thing too, since the line seemed to only grow behind her. And while most of the other girls were comfortable enough to openly chat about their impending dooms together, making lewd gossip about themselves and the headless bodies that sailed by, Jessie stayed quiet, the combination of all the sights, smells, and sounds turning her anxious, excited, and horrendously horny too. It took nearly all of her focus and decorum to not shamelessly rub herself into a hot mess, just as the signs said! And for good reason too! Pleasure seasons meat, and the more recent her last peak was to her final moment, the better she'd taste in the end!~

Instead, Jessie and the others languished in a pit of their own pent-up lust, all for the satisfaction of some unknown eater they'll never actually meet. Luckily, if the "riders" were any indication, the pneumatic pleasure-providers that came hooked in for the duration of their stay made it all worthwhile. It was soon becoming sport to predict how hard the next girl would squirt when it was her turn in the chopping block, and though Jessie wouldn't say it aloud, it was her personal hope that she'd manage to beat their expectations. So for those reasons, most meat kept their hands anywhere but between their legs, making the toes of those behind them quite sticky because of it...~

No matter how fast the line was moving, Jessie couldn't reach the front soon enough; watching the near endless parade of decapitated damsels (some of who she swore she recognized the closer the got to the end of the line) get arranged along a wall of red-hot roasting coils, like so many racks of anonymous meat, was pushing her beyond her limits. The aroma of all that cooking flesh was almost just as bad, making her drool profusely from mouth and cunt equally. She felt her body fill up with so much erotic need and passion that she thought she might explode at any moment. It was no surprise she was thankful that the conveyor carried the finished meals out of sight and onto a loading dock, to be packaged inside translucent warming sleeves, carried on trucks, and shipped off to stores, restaurants, and doorsteps far and wide, without barely a break or delay.

"Hope I'm not sent too far...I want to still be hot and steaming when they eat me...~" Jessie wished, her thoughts foggy with oven-envy for all the girls who got her before her, "Why didn't I do this sooner?!" She was starting to replay the day and all it's choices, how she could have saved a few minutes if she hadn't spent so much time on her hair, or if she had dressed a little lighter. None of that stuff mattered, but she might as well be drowning, with eyes closed and her desire to be slaughtered reaching the forefront of her mind, so deeply focused on not cumming premature that she almost failed to hear those magical words...

"You're next!"

"Huh?" Blurry eyes blinked open, and what she saw enthralled her. One of the factory floor attendants was ushering her to step forward be helped into the waiting harness, those set of metal bars and cuffs that would hold her in place as she was carried on through.

"Next!" the attendant repeated, this time a little louder and a little less patiently. It's then that Jessie realized she was the one being addressed, and that there was no one else left in front, "Oh...right...sorry!"

Too self-coincidence to look behind and see if anyone was getting annoyed at absentminded daydreaming, Jessie scurried forth, her body abuzz and skin turning pink. Soon, that same body was being picked up and maneuvered by such strong, skilled arms, each restraint locking her into place. Now she didn't have the freedom to do much except wiggle and squirm, nor did she have the choice to back out. Her fate was as predictable as the railing above, taking her on a one-way and one-time tour of the place.

With her tortured cunny getting the treatment it so desperately begged for; a plastic and piston-powered ramrod shoved deep inside it, her toes curled on reflex while her face contorts into a look of brimming glee. The time to truly care about human things and worries was over! Now she was only meat...why not enjoy the ride for as short as it lasts?~

And then she was off! Between each station, the world whizzes by, but it would have been a blur to Jessie even if she wasn't being zipped along, suspended in the air. Every brief stop, from the pressure wash and laser hair removal, to the sauce and seasoning station, only made her anticipation grow by leaps and bounds...and then finally...

Jessie's heart was just about ready to hammer through her chest cavity, and her pussy looked ready to explode. Her encroaching climax couldn't have had more perfect timing, as right then, she was being driven into the neck-chopper, head first, it's spring-locked blade primed and ready...

By now, the world had slowed to a crawl, "Fuckfuckfuuuuck-nnnnnngh! Here it comes! Oh shit....OH SHIT! Aaahh-aaaaaaahhhh!~" and in the moments leading up to her hotly wanted snuff, Jessie squirmed to what little degree the restraints allowed, before, feeling her pussy quicken and clench, her whole body tensed up and the orgasm she had held at bay for so long finally started breaking loose. And as luck would have it, just as her lower lips were beginning to quiver, the blade was sprung, cleaving her head off in a fraction-second's time, "Uuucklkkkgh!~" and despite the sudden removal of all conscious control, her brainless body was left spasming with soul-shaking pleasure, fem-cum splattering upon a metal grate meant to catch such messy back-blasts, coating it in yet another girl's dying ejaculate.

And judging by that frozen expression: her mouth hanging open, tongue stuck loose, and eyes rolled high and back with fat tears running down both cheeks, Jessie's decapitated head was undergoing it's own kind of orgasm, the kind you might willingly die for and never regret. Joy-stricken and flooded by every pleasure-causing hormone you can think of, her senses were ablaze and her thoughts an incomprehensible mess, a highest of highs that was still gaining in intensity as she slid down a small chute. Barely aware of what was even happening to her anymore, she tumbled unceremoniously into a machine marked "Head Disposal" and got spat out the other end as red-pink ribbons of meat in the blink of an eye...

*GRRRRRRRRRRRIND*

All the while, her body was still cumming, with toes splayed wide and all holes winking rapidly. Her pussy wasn't spraying so much as it was oozing however, similar to the red blood that trickled from her head-stump. But like all girl-meat before and all girl-meat after, the spasms died down and the body relaxed. After not more than 30 seconds, she went still, and with an urgency not to waste anymore time, two workers took her headless carcass from those now unnecessary restraints, freeing up the guillotine for whichever girl was fast approaching next, no doubt just as eager to receive that same callous treatment.

Jessie's raw meat was then stabbed and skewered to a vertical cooking spit, butterfly-style, before the factory's automation took over once more, slowly spinning her along a track so she might cook evenly, reaching full-doneness by the time she was delivered neck-down and ass-up, and sent via conveyor through a toasting tunnel to add some additional crunchy texture to her beautifully-browned and golden flesh.

And still her journey was only just getting started, even as yet more prospective meat-girls undress themselves for the final time and prepare to be graded, the endless parade of roasted bodies strategically in view, as their wafting scent helped spur high demand while it's mouth-watering sight made sure new supply was never far behind...

Because while it might not be what everyone imagines they'll become when they grew up, for these girls at least, being reduced to faceless meat ready for consumption was a dream far too tantalizing to miss out on. One look was all they needed to know, deep down: You'll never be more ripe for slaughter than you are right now!~ So what are you waiting for? This is what meat like you was made for!~ <3


Wanna be part of a new world order, one that forgoes all limitations and inhibitions on the human condition, choosing instead to seek sexual liberation through unchained expression?!~ Then pay Taystie Park a visit, and help our goal of COMPLETE GLOBAL LEWDIFICATION!!! Who are we to deny our own hidden potential and allow us to evolve and transform, seeking some measure of perfection, no matter what shape it might take?~ Beyond all the profits and mass-marketing, Taystie Park aims to open your eyes, not to who you *are*, but rather, to what you can BE.

So to make a long (and smutty) story short, Taystie Park is an Art and RP Focused community centered about the eponymous wonderland we all know and love, where kink and depravity go hand-in-hand with the air you breathe and the food you eat. Where everyone and everything is filtered through a lens of pornographic excess, twisting and corrupting all it touches until nothing's left, leaving only a new chapter added of Taystie Park's unending legacy!~ You can expect to find every flavor of BAD END imaginable, with Transformation, Vore, and Snuff being our three main pillars, though we fill out the space in-between with every kink or fetish you could lust for: Bondage, Filth, Brainwashing, Enslavement, Body-Mod, Incest, Guro, Chasity, Petplay...just to name a few. But as Taystie Park aims to be ALL THINGS, now and forever, relatively more vanilla interests are just as welcome, and we wouldn't have it any other way!~

On top of all that, we offer plenty of space for IC playing and OOC chatting, including channels to post memes or share art, whether it's something you just found, or something you made. Artists, writers, and other content creators are welcome to join and promote their work as well. Group-Funded Commissions are also organized inside our server, offering affordable YCHs to add your OCs into the next Taystie-Themed Masterpiece!~

So really, what ARE you waiting for??? Join today, be changed tomorrow!~

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out in PMs or on Discord (Salisha).

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