Modelling
Lunch is very pleasant, Nicole seating her 14 year old opposite from me so I can enjoy the pretty face and the waist long blonde curls as we eat. No laundry tricks this time, with thin red bra straps over her shoulders, but the designer blouse is scooped so low that I think I spot a hint of areola each time she reaches far over the table. As she gets up to visit the bathroom, my eyes follow her catwalk-swaying hips in a tight wool skirt to mid-thigh. The whole outfit would cost my take-home pay for a month, I assume.
—I've been thinking, Uncle. Seeing how Fiona reacted—well, her meat, OK?—maybe they are old enough for meeting men at twelve. I know I was! My Mum would have been shocked, but I don't wanna be her.
I grin as I take my eyes off Ciara and look at her, remembering how cute she was at that age. Easy enough given the beach snapshots that I found in my Dad's old album last night. Some outright creep shots, though that was a time when naked tweens in the background wouldn't be stopped by the chemist developing them.
—Wish I'd known that, Nicole. You really were a nice piece of girl flesh. So who was it?
—Hush. Your Dad, of course, that old lecher. So anyway: I talked to the little hussy, and of course a few photographers have had her. Might as well get some video I can sell myself, I told her, think we can use the cameras in the workshop? But I don't want her to know she's meat, please?
I have to chuckle at that. Dad was the youngest of his brothers, and an Army pilot, so of course "Uncle Ben" was popular with the little girls. And the slightly older ones, it seems. That also explains a lot about what he did on the way home from work, but my Mum was always happy with their arrangement.
—I'm sure the guys can be flexible. But shouldn't you have invited one of her boy model friends?
—I tried. Even offered them ten percent, but they are all entitled butterflies who'd rather lunch with their dear mothers in the city than have free model pussy in the suburbs. Maybe they get that every day. We only need Ciara in shot, though, maybe there's a volunteer.
I grin. Maybe there will be. I pass the girl on my way to the smoking terrace, getting another look at that cleavage. And maybe the lower hem of the blouse has been folded up a little to show skin. I wonder what that's about as I phone the workshop and explain. We're getting a whole half hour now instead of ten minutes.
Later as we come down the stairs to the workshop, I'm looking at the girl's expression. The industrial setting doesn't seem to worry her, and my two accomplices have done a good job setting up. Maybe they copied it from a casting couch porn, but it has the expected makeup table and mirror, a changing cubicle with a gauzy curtain, and a daybed that I've seen in a dark corner earlier, dusted off and covered in a bedsheet.
In any case, the girl clearly finds what she expects and heads straight for the cubicle with her compact sports bag. I don't know if the idea was to get a peek inside the curtain, but it blocks the light too well and there's only a camera in the darkness overhead to give a hint, mostly of her shoulders and hair.
—Got summat to show you, lad.
Mr. Ackoy is holding out an old folder like the ones we used for homework in school.
—That is your class, right? Jackie got a peek at your license the other day, so I went looking in the archives.
And sure enough, it's a class picture featuring myself at the end of the first row, the sign in front saying 5th grade.
—No so much privacy nonsense back then, all the names are on the back, including yours. Anyway, you said your little friend Charlotte moved away innit. I'm sure you can guess where she ended up...
There's no writing on the outside of the folder, but one smiling girl face has a square frame of white correction fluid. And on the back, Charlotte Jenkins' name has been underlined. There's a bundle of twelve by eight inch prints, matching the class one but probably taken on an amateur handheld camera in black and white. The first one shows Charlotte happily sipping a lemonade at the refreshment stand in the station that I remember from my own childhood, a little suitcase by her feet. Totally innocent, her mom has even got her into a pretty sundress and hat to meet her employer, though it must be ten years out of fashion to dress like that. Tie-died tops and cut-off jeans are what I remember.
But that only makes the next one more arousing where she has one shoulder bare and the dress hitched up to show her long legs, her expression blank while some male I don't recognize is fondling her breast and behind. Back then morphine was easy to get, and my guess is that the lemonade had a liberal dose, maybe even enough to eventually make her forget to breathe.
She never got that far, however. The next print has her on all fours, those tits I coveted hanging proud from her naked body as the male fucks her, naked as well. Then pulling her head back by those full blonde curls that were her other attraction, to let a much younger Mr. Ackoy open her throat. It's pretty clear that little Charlotte is unaware that she's being slaughtered like a pig, still smiling as the knife goes in. And then the last print, an aproned butcher splitting her headless carcass down the spine with a huge cleaver. I can only image how those pretty tits must have jiggled with each blow.
So that was that. Knowing that Charlotte isn't out there somewhere with a happy family is somehow satisfying. Over the next days, it will be a guilt-free pleasure to imagine being married to her and having enjoyed our daughters and their meat over the past decades. Wide-hipped at 12 already, I'm sure she could have produced a dozen or so.
—Is that how she dresses on set? Rotten business. But I guess I'm the makeup girl today, I'd better hustle. And one of you boys better get ready too.
I can see what she means as Ciara sits down by the mirror. Nothing but a tiny pair of satin shorts and a camisole in some thin wool knit, really meant for winter inner wear, just covering her nipples but not really hiding her breasts. She has also brought her outfit from that latest shoot, the same frilled cotton apron and white eight-inch wedges. That must be her Mum maximizing the sales potential, but if the kid is OK with it, so am I.
While the makeup process happens, I dismantle the cubicle just to make the set neater. Ciara's expensive outfit is there in her bag, neatly folded, topped by an expensive pair of panties that goes in my back pocket. So she is probably commando now. I turn my attention to the girls just in time to see Nicole applying a little blusher to the tips of her underage daughter's tits.
Somehow the girl is able to remove the camisole after her Mum helps her tie on the apron, and then the pants drop around her feet before she steps into the wedges. All proper and legal for her age, but I can see her flushing at the thought of this shoot going further. Nicole is giving her a hug as they look at the couch. Jackie is sitting there, smirking—he won the rounds of rock paper scissors a minute ago against me and his boss.
—Mom, do you think I could do it with your Cousin Frank instead? He's cuter?
—Of course, honey. If you think so.
Jackie just shrugs and goes back to his computer when Nicole gestures him away. He probably has other birds to fry. Ciara has come over to take my hand.
—Mum says you are good with beginners, Frank. That other guy looked meaner.
It's only later that I find out what Jackie's other project was. The video starts with a delicious pair of long caucasian legs coming into view down the stairs to the basement, only a pair of red trainers on the tween feet.
—So this one's about that fake anime clip as well, isn't it? You know I'm not really mind controlled, like Pokémon don't really exist? But my manager says I should do it again, so here I am.
Her pose exactly matches that of the little protagonist in the series my nephews watch, hand on hips emphasizing how flat her bare belly is. I don't know if they've drugged her or used some other trick, but she seems unware that the word MEAT in big black letters has slowly been fading in down the side of each toned thigh where she won't easily spot it.
—Ready yet? We're using my friend here, he's got a nice cock and he promised to keep to the script. — The guy is so much taller that his face is out of shot as the girl turns around and takes his hand, smiling cutely as she presents herself to the camera , letting her face and eyes go blank — Hello, I'm Misty. 11 in two weeks, 150cm, 36kg, bra 32C. Though I'm not wearing one. — The latter with a little giggle, not very natural but fitting her mind-controlled role. — I lost to this guy, and he had a Drowzee. So now he's selling me as meat, you know.
The boy has already moved her broad red suspenders aside, urging her to lift her arms so he can remove her signature, yellow crop top. To my eyes, both her age, her size and her breast size look spot on to what she said. Tits like that are unusual at her age, but management bureaus know how to find them. And when her denim shorts get pushed down over her narrow hips, she is not wearing panties either. It makes total porn sense that her baby fat pussy lips are glistening with excitement, the sparse down showing that her orange hair is natural and she really is too young to shave. From the acting angle I can only assume that the little cosplayer brought one of her actual lovers, wanting her cunt filled in a nice way while getting paid.
She is clearly not averse to showing off her body even though it's a kids' show she's cosplaying for, and we're treated to large hands exploring her nudity, opening up her sex to show how wet she is until she mewls and leans forward to take most of his eight inches, putting her hands behind her hips to show off her jiggling tits as he rams her. This goes on for a minute or two; I never saw the "fake anime" clip, so on the first viewing I'm able to appreciate the sight of Misty's long-legged avatar taking cock with her shorts around her ankles. She is clearly climaxing now, as she tries to go out of character for the last time.
—OK, guys, that's enough. Want me to play dead now? — But somehow she doesn't realize that in the last few seconds, her boyfriend has moved his powerful grip from her hips to her chin and the back of her head. Maybe she just thinks he wants to look at her face as he's preparing to fill her up, judging from the playful smile she gives him as he turns her head. — Sorry, Thea — That's the first and last thing he says, over the loud snap of her neck. We can't see her expression as her face is wrenched around to 180 degrees, but I imagine an angry look as her lean body starts twitching on his cock, needing one hand back on her hip to hold it while he cums, grunting in obvious pleasure.
And then she's on the concrete floor, still twitching as Jackie moves in, handing the boy a cold towel to clean up and be able to close his jeans again. A little heart is still beating when it's ripped from the gutted carcass, and quick work with a cleaver sees her meat packed in a box with dry ice before the credits roll over a little pile of guts and two feet in trainers.
- You have been enjoying Thea Klein in her last role as Trainer Misty. For managerial custody and waivers, see Universal meat ID US_FL_1234_5678_TK
Later I get a copy of the "SFW" version as well, this one filmed in a park, where little Thea just pretends to drop to the grass and twitch a little from a fake bolt gun to the neck (which is not a good way to use it). Of course her boy (another one) pulls her to her knees and gives her another fuck after labelling her thighs as meat, and only the cameraman's skill saves the illusion of death as she clearly pants and cums again.
But back to my niece who has been bouncing so nicely in my lap, until she squeals to meet my gush with a clench of her own.
The afterglow lasts a minute or two—longer than the patience of the camera AI, even with my cock still inside her and those nice mounds in my hands. But I can feel her getting ready to pull off now.
—You don't need to clean up, there's something else you have to try first. But maybe you could help me?
Maybe Ciara has seen too much porn as well. She just shrugs and kneels on the couch, slurping my soft member into her mouth and running her tongue around it to clean it of my juices and her own. I'm not even getting hard, though her red lips look very sexy around my shaft and she obligingly makes her pussy clench around my finger. If I had taken a pink capsule, I'm sure I'd be hard just watching the monitor where a young busty teen is sucking me off wearing nothing but heels.
—Damn, I was sure you'd have slit her throat or something by now. And what is that thing? You promised she wouldn't suspect anything.
I have left my naked model to refresh her lipstick or something, putting my cock away as I return for instructions. Jackie is already on the set, plugging in a sort of stool with two dildos on the top surface. Not quite a Sybian, but the same idea, though Nicole looks at it with some suspicion.
—Just got that appliance in this week, lass, first opportunity to test it. I'm sure Frank won't scare the meat, though.
Mr. Ackoy is never the one for a straight answer, but that is clearly my cue. Jackie is handing a little remote with a big red button to Nicole, just as I walk over to put my hand on Ciara's shoulder.
—Ever tried being really filled? Both holes? I have something for you.
—No, not really. Is it a sort of test?
She lets me take her hand and lead her over to the "appliance". The vaginal dildo is of course the largest, already vibrating and leaking lubricant at the top, while the rear one is a slender corkscrew. And then there are three dials, one each for length, width and speed.
—I think you're supposed to get them all to eleven, cutie. Don't worry, I'll be here to help.
She grins at me, using my hand for balance as she swings a leg over the top and slips the front shaft into her pussy.
—Easy. It's even smaller than you, Frank. But help me get the other one in, please, I haven't used one like that before.
Her rear hole is tight and clean, so I just have to bend the tip of the corkscrew until it makes contact and pulls itself in. There's a little giggle from the girl.
—Even smaller. I never had a boy there, but this feels nice.
—Just concentrate on what's in your pussy. Ciara.
Once the first two turns are inside it's impossible to see if the screw is turning one way or the other, the plastic is too shiny and smooth. But this is when a tablet sized screen turns on, fixed to the rear edge of the seat so that neither the girl or the main camera sees it. It just starts with a generic silhouette of a seated girl, but instead of the seat it shows a camera view of the screw and how her rosette clenches around it. I assume it's a view going out on the internet stream, and that Nicole is watching it too.
There is clearly some sort of active emitter element and detector in the anal screw, and maybe in the dildo as well, but something with high loss compensated by long integration times; the silhouette is gradually filling out from around the insertions, accumulating a low opacity but shaded rendering of the layers of Ciara's body, much like an 3D anatomical model, with the inserters shown in tasteful light blue. The last bits to fill in are her toes and then her breasts, getting the size right as the outline adjusts. By then the screw itself is deep inside, following her rectum, but visibly wiggling even on that low resolution view.
Solids eliminated, flushing 37°C...
Personally I avoid thinking about these things if I can, but it's fascinating to see a sort of liner following the screw and then expanding. There's a water feed to the box, and another hose going into the drain that jumps a little as a pump turns on.
—What's it doing back there, it feels funny! And it's so deep, too.
Anesthetizing
The scan is showing a quickly growing maze of tendril lines, slowly nearing the level of the helpfully labelled solar plexus that is moving with Ciara's breathing.
Stomach reached
Digestive system cleaned
On the inset, the tube is clearly not extracting anything now, but something thicker is moving under the outer lining. And then a little box appears, stating 6.20m before the white line starts to pull straight, starting with the long curve of the colon.
Reducing digestive system
I imagine I can hear the ripping sounds with each jerk of the spiral, but that's probably just imagination. Ciara seems totally unaware, that pain killer must be effective.
The number reduces by approximately 30cm each time, and a matching bulge squeezes through the lining as if a longer tube was being cinched together and pulled around the core.
Actuator in free volume
Cauterizing...
There is no depiction of guts on the monitor now, just little glowing marks around the end of the esophagus and other attachment points.
My hand is on Ciara's tight belly, feeling her muscles as she works the dildo, making her waist look even slimmer.
—Do you even have room for more cock in there?
She puts her smaller hand over the end of the penetrator bulge.
—I don't know, Frank. It feels like a baby splitting me open. What do you think?
—You came out of your Mum's pussy, and that thing's only half the size of a baby. Shouldn't be a problem for you.
—Took her four hours, though. You want me to do it in five minutes.
She looks at me in frustration, but then she turns the width all the way. I can see her wincing, but after half a minute she is starting to wiggle her hips again. Her voice is strained now, though.
—Never been so full, hah. But it's kind of nice.
—OK, length now. Want me to push you down?
I reach down to click the dial over, not looking at the number. Later I'll learn that the lube gets a dose of muscle relaxant once the length gets to seven. At the time, I just look at the bulge on Ciara's belly and wonder if something will break. The expanding dildo has lifted her up a bit and she is making little mewling sounds, even though her entrance is still sitting above most of the added length.
—Please, Cousin Frank.
Her hand comes up to lie on mine as I put my weight on her shoulders, and slowly she moves down until her weight is on the seat. Breathing rapidly, she suddenly reaches down to take another number, and after that she starts lifting and jerking down, taking the last three extensions in as many minutes. I'm just holding her breasts as she gets more ambitious, slowly letting almost the whole length show before she drops her weight, her hand above her belly button to feel the bulge.
I have almost forgotten the scan monitor, but looking over now I can see that the anal spiral is past her stomach