A commission for Shneeba

Kelly and Anne approached the reception desk. A volunteer with a lanyard around her neck to separate her from the rest of the meatgirls, manned the front lectern.
Names and Meatgirl ID’s
“Anne Pericot 9854268689 and Kelly Greenwalt.”
“8967659821” Kelly added her own Meat ID.
“Hmm… I don’t see you on today’s Manifest, Anne. Are you sure you got the right date? It looks like you aren't due here till Tuesday week.
“I was hoping to get processed early. I hope you don’t mind. I kind of wanted to get snuffed with my friend Kelly. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all… i’ll pencil you in together for volunteer bolt gunning, even though you’ve both got your notices already. It’s not strictly by the book, but it’s such a sweet thing you’re doing for your friend, I can’t help myself.” She smiled as she sketched in an adjustment to the line order in the facility’s planner.

“Now you lucky piggies get yourselves stripped off and ready to receive your meatgrades. God, I can’t wait till it’s my own turn to be like you too. I’ve got three more weeks before I get slaughtered. Remember to obey your butcher’s instructions, pigs.

Kelly walked past the lectern and began to take off her work uniform slowly, pulling off her green vest, button up lemon shirt, and letting her skirt drop to the floor to reveal her bright pink underwear beneath. Anne stepped up beside her and started to undress herself down to her pale pink knickers. Her perky little breasts sprung apart as she unclipped her front closure brazier. Kelly’s own larger breasts flopped out as she placed her own bra in the incineration bin.

“We should have returned our work uniforms before getting on the train” said Anne as she dumped hers into the incinerator bin.
Kelly threw her own knickers in as well, and responded.
“Well, I guess they can just bill us for them then” she said with a wan laugh.
She felt like an awkward teenager again for the first time in years. There was static electricity in the air like the night she’d lost her virginity. Kelly felt excitement, and uncertainty and sheer fucking terror. Being naked in front of all these women was just something that she would never usually do. She received a small thrill from the act of engaging in public nudity. She knew that it was required here, they could hardly roast girls with their clothes still on, but still it felt like she was engaging in a taboo act. It made her feel naughty. The cold facility air conditioning felt refreshing against her unclothed snatch, but she didn’t like the feeling.

The queue of naked girls were ushered into the meatgrading rooms, where each of them were assessed for their worthiness as meat. Kelly didn’t know what all the measurements the doctors were taking, were for, but she reluctantly subjected herself to them anyway. It was all so dehumanizing.

The man’s hands were warm, and fluttered expertly across her flesh, poking and prodding it to find out the consistency of her meat. They were treating her like livestock. A soft whorish moan came from Kelly’s right. One of the doctors had his fingers up Anne’s cooch, inspecting it for her filet’s quality. It seemed to Kelly that the young woman was enjoying the experience quite a lot.

Kelly let out a startled yip, as her own doc spread her cunt lips wide, so he could get a better view inside her. Kelly repressed her own desire to moan as his fingers slipped up inside her to feel the shape of her vagina. Why did they have to do that? She couldn’t see any practical reason for that kind of test. He hmmmm’d approvingly, and made some final notes to her meat grade chart before motioning her up onto the grading stockade. Kelly sat down on the restraining device and spread her legs into the stirrups, nervously awaiting her grade.

He walked nonchalantly over to a nearby printer and inputted the data. The machine spat back out a little yellow tag with black writing and a bold red circle with a letter that Kelly couldn’t quite make out. He walked back over with a pair or piercers and pulled her labia lip out. There was a click, and a spot of bright pain, and the tag was affixed to her, marking her as cattle. Kelly looked down through tear blurred eyes to read the tag.

It read,
Kelly Kay Greenwalt
Meatgirl ID: 8967659821
Frozen Whole Roaster
with a great big Red A grade at the bottom

She didn’t like the sound of becoming a Frozen Whole Roaster. They had them at the back of the supermarket in the fresh girlmeat aisle. Something about the way their lifeless eyes stared through the ice frosted glass had always given her the heebie jeebies. The idea that she’d be just another one of them settled on her with an aura of dread.

Her doctor bent her uncomfortably forwards in the stocks, pushing her rump out. He walked over to a heating rack and pulled a red hot brand from the fire. Oh god, she thought, he’s going to brand me like a cow. Kelly braced herself for the pain by gritting her teeth, but her branding was far more severe than she could possibly have imagined. The brand seared her rump with a sizzle and a fine wisp of smoke, Kelly screamed through her clenched mouth and almost passed out. The poker initialed her ass with the Riraito’s Fine Meats Brand and a sore red letter ‘A’. She was officially marked as property now.

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