A lot of people, especially girls and young women, were interested in the folders and after just twenty minutes Trine had to go back for more. Just as she turned around again with a new stack of brochures, she almost bumped into a very familiar looking lady's coat. Her eyes slowly moved up until she looked straight into her mother's face.

"Hello sweetie!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm and looked down on the brochures in her naked daughter's hands "Can I have one, please?"

"Uh. eh. mom, I.!" Trine was almost in tears. She didn't know what to say.

"It's all right, Hon!" laughed her mother and took a step back to look at Trine's body "Oh, I see you have registered already!"

"Yes, well . I had to if I wanted to get the job!" whispered Trine and blushed while her mother inspected the cunt-tag with one hand.

"Grade A! That's nice, honey! You should be proud!"

"Thanks, I guess!" Trine tried to smile a little again.

"Yes, your father will be very pleased to hear that!" she continued matter-of-factly "Your meat should be excellent!"

"Eh.what?" Trine was dizzy. Her dad? What did she mean?

"Oh, don't look like that!" laughed Mrs. Malcolm and put her hands around her daughters naked shoulders "We were down her since this morning and saw you girls in the lingerie shop . so we had a talk and called Christina's parents and arranged a small party with some friends for tonight!"

"And we are going to be.?"

"Well, not originally, no, we thought we would just let you entertain us in your lingerie outfit and then buy some meat, but then we saw Hill's Meat and the idea just developed from there!" "But I still have this job and.!"

"I know honey, you just go and finish that and then I'll meet you here to hand you in when you are done!" Trine wanted to protest but her mother just smiled and left her there. Trine looked for Christina and found her talking to her mom, Mrs. Jessup, as well. Laura stood next to them and giggled.

"Jeez, Chris, did your mom tell you.?" said Trine when she caught up with her two friends. Mrs. Jessup had just left with Mrs. Malcolm.

"Yeah. I guess we're in for more than we came for!" Christina tried to smile bravely. "I can't believe they just did that!" laughed Laura and almost jumped with excitement "I mean, you two will just be meat in that shop window, all parted out and . and, you know!" "Yes, we get the picture!" snapped Trine "No need to spell it out!"

"Kind of cool, isn't it?" said Laura, this time with a little envy in her voice.

"Uhm, I guess!" said Christina. She didn't know if she should tell the others but she was getting really excited by this.

"Oh well, we better finish the job then!" sighed Trine and turned around to distribute more folders. She looked at the big clock over the meat counter, behind Carl and the other butchers. Just over half an hour left to live. Gosh, this was weird.

"Thank you!" said a thirty something lady as Trine handed her a folder. The lady stopped and skimmed the brochure for a second. "Are you going to be processed anytime soon?"

"Eh, yes!" Trine and the others had been asked that question all the time while they were working, but this was the first time she couldn't just brush it off with a grin "In half an hour!" "I see!" the woman reached out and felt Trine's left tit in her hand, then squeezed it a bit and smiled "I'll come back for one of these, then! See you later!"

"Thank you!" said Trine, not sure of why. Customer service, she laughed to herself. Other people reacted the same way when they were told she was meat! While they felt her up, squeezed and prodded her body parts, she felt just like that: meat! And surprisingly, she felt really good about it. After a short while she confidently showed her body off to potential customers and readily discussed with them how to best prepare the meat.

"Gawd, this is kind of . thrilling!" giggled Christina while two lady shoppers compared her's and Trine's tits and blatantly declared that Christina's would probably be too large for their pans back home.

"Tell me about it!" smiled Trine and let another woman and her teenage son feel her rump roast for meatiness. The boy obviously got off on it, and Trine sent him an overconfident smile that made him flush.