"Diary of a Meat Girl (girl-farming, cannibalism)"
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Created on: Sunday 1st of March 2020 06:09:04 PM CDT
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 . Name: Balloon-chan @ 2012-06-21 20:16 ID: eb7042 
Diary of a Meat Girl

Foreword: On September 13, 2015 you ordered one "Melanie Orson" (#SO13340394) whole with the "Lifestyle Package", a series of pictures, videos, and writings for the human girl you ordered. As a part of the package, you get ownership of the girl's personal diary she kept during her life at Aunt Betty's Pastures for Girls. The contents of the diary have not been edited, and the girl was not aware the diary would be shown, which will give you candid insight into her daily life before you ordered her. Enjoy!

August 28, 2014

It has been a long day, but I had trouble sleeping so I figured I would just write until I fell asleep. A month or two ago my whole life changed when my father was convicted of running a multi-billion dollar scam on the stock market. We lost our entire fortune overnight and still owed several million dollars. My mother had no skills, so even if we did manage to pay off the debts, she still couldn't work in anything that maid more than retail.

It also meant the end of my life, in more than one way. As the second daughter in the family, I was eligible to be sold off as meat. When we still had debts even after all the family's assets were liquidated, the government ordered me to be sold off as an asset.

The highest bidder was, no surprise this farm facility where they raise human meat. Strangely enough, I don't mind, the only other option was life as a sex slave that would probably die young anyway. I actually met with "Aunt Betty" and toured the facility before being purchased. It really was a nice facility with beautiful grounds, but I didn't relish what it all meant for me.

When I came in today, the roughest part was registration. My mom and siblings gave a tearful goodbye... there are no visitations so it was the last I would see of them, and vice-versa. I had already mentally prepared myself for it.

After reception they took me into a somewhat large room which resempled a medical office of sorts. The two women who greeted me inside looked nice and friendly, but the presence of rubber gloves and smocks suggested otherwise. Surely they wouldn't butcher me right away.

"Come on over here and take off your clothes, dear. This is just initial examination. We have to complete it and register you before we authorize payment," she said trying to smile and reassure me. What they said made sense so I moved to the corner of the room and started taking off my clothes, with some help from one of the women who took my clothes and folded them neatly in the corner of the room.

"Those will be given to charity," she said as I stood in the nude with my clothes folded and stacked in the corner. "Now come over here, sweet thing, we're just going to take some of your measurements then take some pictures of your pretty little body."

While I may have preferred them given back to my family, the clothes were a tiny bit expensive, so they would have sold them anyway. I noticed one of the walls was similar to the kind they use for police line-ups and mugshots, with the different heights marked with lines. One of the women brought out a professional-looking camera on a tripod and sat it an appropriate length from the wall.

The picture-taking was somewhat duhumanizing. They took many pictures of me at many angles, with my arms up, down, with my body turned around and to the sides. Then came the close-ups, which were even more humiliating. They took up-close pictures of my face and inside my mouth with my tongue stuck out, my breasts, random parts of my front side and back, my hands, my butt, vagina, and asshole, my legs, and finally my feet. It took a while but they finished up. I had to give them credit, they did do all they could to make sure I was relatively comfortable.

They had me pee in a cup and did a short medical physical on me, it didn't surprise me much when it came back that I was perfectly healthy. It would have been the one time where being sickly would have worked to my advantage. For the final touch they brought out the pink ear-tag with numbers written on it.

"You're lucky; Aunt Betty herself ordered that you be given a pink tag," one of the women said as she came over to me. "You've already got your ear pierced, that's good, this is somewhat painful for some of the new girls that come by."

"Pink tag?" I asked as I felt the hard plastic tag looped into the hole in my ear, and fastened to my earlobe tightly before being closed and clicked into place.

"It means you'll be boxed. It's the most dignified way to go, really. Aunt Betty paid a lot for you, so she'll have to make a good amount on her investment. You truly are a top-notch choice, I'm sure you'll like it here for the rest of your days."

I still wasn't so used to casually talking about my death, but at least I wouldn't be cut open in a dirty slaughterhouse and cut up. After I was tagged I stood back up and they pulled a simple one-piece dress over my head, tying it at the waist with a pink bow that matched my tag. It went down a little passed my knees. After that came the simple slippers, also fastened with a pink bow.

They handed me 2 more identical dresses and bows (along with smaller bows for my hair, if I wanted them). It was a very meek but elegant style, one I had seen during the tour. Now I understood why different girls wore different styles.

"Now let's take you to your room and you can meet your roommate before dinner," one of the women said as she led me out of the building and onto the grounds. It was a large "campus" as the woman guiding me put it. The "Pink Dorm" as they put it wasn't the largest building, only 3 stories high.

It was by far the most luxurious and newly-rennovated, however. There were quite a few recreation rooms on the first floor as well as the bistro-style dining hall. The dorms were upstairs and the rooms were fairly large with 2 queen-sized beds along with a desk and workspace.

When they showed me my room, that's when I met my roommate, who's currently sleeping in the bed next to me. Her name is Desi. She was 14, the same age as me, and also had a pink tag, of course. I was a little shy today, so I didn't talk to her much.

Well, I'm getting pretty tired, now. The rest of the day went pretty normally, I ate with Desi for dinner, and naturally the meal was very big, filled with stuff I would never eat normally. It was delicious, but I had trouble eating all of it. As Desi said, the only real rules in this place is don't try to leave and always clean your plate. I guess I will get used to stuffing and the eartag and all other aspects of life here over the next few months...