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I am Sofia, a 25-year-old girl, blonde, with medium-length hair, my height is 1.75 m, weight is 60.5 kg, breast size is 2.

I'm walking up to your house, I'm wearing a thigh-high pink floral dress, black rhinestone shoes with 5 cm heels, and a pink handbag. There is an amber bracelet on his left wrist, and there are two rings on his ring finger: one is silver and the other is gilded with garnet stones. I have gold-plated rain earrings that almost touch my collarbones. The hair on the head is braided in a ponytail at the back of the head. She has makeup on her face, slightly extended eyelashes, and slightly shiny pink lipstick on her lips. Her hands have extended nails of 4 (2 cm) in creamy lavender color.

You open the door and immediately lead me inside. As soon as I cross the threshold of your house, you immediately close the door with several locks and put the key in your pants pocket.

You take my purse and tell me to "Take off your clothes." I'm looking at you in embarrassment. You keep saying, "Get naked." I slowly bend down to take off my high-heeled shoes. You stop me and say, "Take off your dress! Now!" I feel like a dumb cunt. I take off my dress, lifting it up, and then I throw it into the plastic trash bag that you shove at me. I'm standing shyly in my lacy white underwear, my panties are slightly wet. And I just hope that you don't notice it. You irritably repeat, "Take it all off! Come on, hurry up! Take off your shitty underpants!" I'm ashamed, I start to hurry and clumsily take off my jacket and throw it into the bag. Then I pull my panties down right to the floor and just take a step back. After that, I pick them up from the floor and throw them into the trash bag as well. Then I take off my rings and give them to you. I'm still wearing a hair band, rain earrings, and a necklace around my neck.

You say, "Well, finally! Come on, you stupid whore!" After these words, you slap my ass hard, checking it out. Elastic! It hurts. There's a slap mark on my right buttock. I want to say, "I'm not a whore!" but shame prevents me from saying a word. As we walk down the hallway, you stick your ring finger in my anus. Narrow! (I don't have anal sex or put a dildo in my ass.) Your finger in my anus makes it hard for me to walk. You take out your finger and wipe it. And you say, "We've come." You open the door to the basement, which is completely soundproof, and a film is fixed on top of it to make it easier to remove the blood. There is a large metal stake on the floor, 2.2 meters long and 7.5 cm in diameter (it is almost twice as wide as the largest dildo that I stuck in my pussy).

You take me to the place and take the rope in your hands. I mustered up the courage to say, "Can we wait a bit? I'm not sure." Without saying anything, you turn me around with my back to you and tie my hands behind my back. Then you lead me to a small mat and put me in the dog pose. My head rests on this rug. You fix my hands by tying them to the rack. That's why I can't move. Then you tie my feet with a bandage and take off my shoes. I repeat, "Maybe we should stop."

You don't want to waste time on useless conversations with whores, take a 40 kg stake and come up to my ass. You gently point it at my anus. You're pushing him. The stake starts to slowly enter my ass, into my rectum. I scream "No, that's enough!", "Stop it! He's not coming!" I'm crying, "Please.".. The stake was only 5 cm deep.

You stop, fix the stake, and walk away. I calm down, thinking that it's over. Whimpering, I say "Thank you." But then you come back with a sledgehammer. In a panic, I scream "No! No! No! No need! Stop it." "Do you want me to suck your dick?" "Just stop." You smile and calmly reply, "Of course you'll suck me off when we're done, you stupid whore." You take a swing and start driving a stake up my ass. With the first blow, it pierces the rectum and enters the cervix. Blood is starting to flow from my vagina and anus. I feel unbearable pain. I want to scream, but I can't. My ass bounces off your punches. Next, the stake pierces the uterus again and pierces the small intestine. Blood starts coming out of my mouth. Shock and anemia are holding me down. I'm in agony. The tears are ticking non-stop. Finally, the stake goes 33 cm inside me and stops a few cm from my stomach. It only took you 3 hits. It's been an eternity for me.

You decide that's enough. You're coming up to me. Untie my legs. Then you untie my hands from the support. My hands remain tied behind my back. You put a rope under my armpits and start lifting me vertically. With the help of a winch, you lifted me and the stake vertically. You fixed the base of the stake to the floor with bolts. I'm unconscious and cheerful. A winch was holding me from above, which clung to a loop passed under my armpits. And from below, I couldn't move the stake, which stuck out of my ass by 1.9 meters and went inside me by 0.3 meters. Saliva mixed with blood was flowing from my mouth. All the makeup flowed, the right eyelashes peeled off and fell off, the left eyelash also began to peel off a little. Everything was swimming in my mind. I thought it was over. Suddenly you started to loosen the winch and I started to impale myself on the stake! The very first downward movement "woke" me up. I screamed, "Stop! No need! Stop it!" I tried to wrap my legs around the stake to slow down and stop my impaling. But my legs weren't working properly. At some point, the tip of the stake rested against my chest from the inside. I was in agony. You took me by my ass and lifted me up a little bit. I felt a little relieved. Suddenly, you impaled me even deeper on the stake again. It turns out you only wanted to direct the stake inside of me in the right direction. The stake entered me by 0.5 meters! I completely lost consciousness. My hands, tied behind my back, fell down. You cut the rope that binds my hands. Because of that, they were now dangling along my thighs. You were loosening the winch more and more. From time to time, you came up to me, lifted me up and let me go, guiding the stake inside me. At one point, you even swore, "You're a heavy whore!" My body responded with convulsions. But I was already dead. Urine ran out of my pussy mixed with blood.

The hardest part was when the stake came to the handle of the breastbone. You had to simultaneously tilt my head back and lift my corpse so that the stake hit my neck and came out of my mouth. On the fourth attempt, you were able to achieve this.

Finally, I was completely impaled. My vision blurred. My tongue was pressed between the teeth of my lower jaw on one side and the stake on the other. Pressed so hard that his teeth almost bit him. My neck was dilated because of the stake inside it. His arms hung loosely down. Urine mixed with blood was running down my thighs. There was a puddle on the floor below me.

You stepped aside a bit and enjoyed your work. You did a good job. You went out to rest. You came back an hour and a half later. You walked up to my corpse, took the elastic band off my hair, and let my hair down. You grabbed my hair and started sawing off my head with a hacksaw. You took my head off the stake. My pupils rolled up under my eyelids and looked a little in different directions. I still have my rain earrings on my ears. You take them off with the words, "whore, you won't need them anymore." From the stump of my neck on my body, you take my necklace.

You're coming back to my body. You're grabbing my left boob. My tit fits completely in your hand, the nipple on it is still aroused. You say "lustful whore" out loud. Then you cut off my left boob. Then you cut off the right one. By inserting your knife under my rib cage, you open me from the sternum to the pubis and begin to disembowel me from the inside. You take the intestines out of my corpse and dump them in the bucket that you put under my cunt. The matter is complicated by the fact that the stake passes directly through several of the internal organs, including through the intestines. You have to cut them off the stake. After dealing with the intestines, you take out my stomach, then my pancreas, liver, kidneys, spleen, my esophagus, lungs and heart... everything goes into the bucket. All that remains inside my gutted body are my bladder, uterus, and ovaries. You slap my pussy and walk away. You come back with an axe and chop off my legs with a few blows about the middle of the thigh. You also chop off your hands in the middle of the humerus. Next, you chop my chest with an axe. After that, you sever my spine by separating my pelvis. You move my rib cage to the side for now and take my pelvis off the stake. Then you start removing the meat from my body. It's a very long process, but you do this job to the end. You put the meat in bags and put it in the freezer along with the stumps of your arms and legs. The bones of the chest, along with the pelvis, are sent to the trash can.

When you finish your job, you say with relief, "Well, that's it. One less dumb whore! Now you're going to suck my dick, slut. With these words, you're going to be alone with my head. The next day, you will put my earrings, rings and necklace on eBay and go look for new whores on the Internet. And I'm going to rot in a landfill.

Hi, my name is Sofia, I am 25 years old, 1.75 meters tall, 60.5 kg in weight, breast size 2. [My stories are set in a realistic world where cannibalism is prohibited]

I've been asking you to roast me for a long time. At some point, I started talking about it more persistently every day. And so you finally agreed. We have planned a day in a month. And the closer that day got, the more often you disappeared in the evenings.

The long-awaited day came, and we got up early, before dawn, at 3:30 a.m. You told me to strip down to my bare feet, leaving only my hiking boots, since now I'm just a piece of meat. We got in the car and immediately set off. We drove for 4 hours and drove almost 400 km. I slept most of the way. We drove deep into the woods so that the car could not be seen from the road. Then we got out of the car. You told me to take a backpack with water and a 15-liter gasoline canister. And you went light, taking nothing but the car keys. We went deep into the forest. It was very hard for me. I asked you: why don't you help me? You grinned, "so unlike you, I still have to go back." We walked another 5 km and came to a small clearing. Coals for the bonfire had already been prepared there, the bonfire was fenced off with bricks and there were two racks on the edges, on which a spit lay. That's where you've been in the evenings. You were preparing a place to roast me.

I breathed a sigh of relief that we had finally reached it. But you made me dig a hole while you were preparing a bonfire. You responded to my outrage. "Dig! You lazy bitch! All you need is to be fried! And then I'll roast you! And then I have to put out the fire, butcher you and bury your remains because I'm not going to drag your carcass back! So shut up and dig!" It wasn't until later that I realized I was digging my own grave. "Stupid pussy!" I thought to myself.

It was 11 a.m. By this time, I had dug a hole 1.5 meters by 0.5 meters and 0.5 meters deep. You came up to me, looked contemptuously at the result of my hard work, and said, "Let's go. We'll roast you since you're no longer capable of anything." I felt so ashamed. I even wet myself a little because of it.

I took off my shoes and walked barefoot over the coals to the spit. On my third attempt, I clumsily climbed from above onto the platform welded to the spit, lay down on it and turned over to face up. You tied me tightly to a spit with a metal rope. You skipped the first turn below my boobs, so it rested on the 5th rib, then wound it back onto the spit. You made another turn at the level of my pelvis. And finally he tied my feet with the third one. You tightened the cables with clamps so tightly that they dug deep into the skin. You've secured my wrists tightly with plastic clamps. 3 on each wrist. After that, you put a noose of strong rope around my throat, but you didn't tighten it. Now I was ready to roast.

The Frying Has Begun. 11:45 a.m.

You sprayed the ignition mixture on the coals and set them on fire. While the coals were burning, the temperature was kept at a mild 100°F (38°C), like in a warm sauna. At this stage, I felt a gentle, enveloping heat that can even relax. My skin started to sweat, and my muscles relaxed as the warmth began to seep into my body. This gradual start gave me the opportunity to comfortably acclimatize before starting real cooking. It lasted 15 minutes. You managed to turn me on a spit once. After that, the temperature gradually increased to 150°F (65°C). At that moment, the heat increased significantly, and I began to feel as if I had a severe sunburn. My skin turned red, and I felt a tingling, burning sensation as the outer layers began to dry out. The air around me became thick and oppressive, making deep breaths look like inhaling hot steam. It went on like this for 20 minutes and I started to panic. I begged you to stop frying, that I no longer want to be meat, untie me! I cried and moaned, trying to break the clamps, but my attempts were in vain. I screamed at the top of my voice, "Save me! Help! Help!" But it was useless, there was no one for tens of kilometers around. And I just lost my voice.

Meanwhile, the temperature will rise to 93°C (200°F), and the real cooking process will begin. The subcutaneous fat will begin to liquefy and caramelize, releasing a rich, savory flavor. I could smell my roasting meat, similar to the smell of pork or beef slowly browning in a pan. The pain increased as the nerve endings began to react to the heat, but the strong scent caused a strange, almost hypnotic withdrawal. Duration: ~1 hour. My sensations were: A sharp, burning pain when fat bubbles under the skin; A deep, meaty smell began to fill the area.

The temperature reached 121°C (250°F), and my skin began to brown and become crispy, similar to how a perfect crust forms on a roast. At first, the pain was unbearable, but as the flesh prepared, the nerve endings began to collapse, leading to gradual numbness. My vision blurred, and my eyes looked like glass. Eventually, the fever caused unconsciousness due to a combination of severe pain, dehydration, and systemic shock. It lasted like this: ~30-45 minutes (until loss of consciousness and death, respectively). You held me over the fire for another 15 minutes and then filled the fire with three buckets of water. At 2:20 p.m. (2:20 p.m.), I had the meat ready.

While my meat was cooling on the spit, you started digging my hole. You expanded it to 2 meters in length, 1 meter in width and went deeper by another 0.35 meters so that the depth became 0.85 meters.

After that, you went to the spit and cut off a few pieces from my ribs. You leisurely ate 1.1 kg of me. It was already approaching 5 p.m. (5 p.m.). You started packing back up. You bit the plastic clamps with wire cutters, removed the noose from my neck and unfastened the clamps. After that, you spun the spit, which caused my body to fall face down on the coals and sizzle. You turned me face up, took out your knife and cut off my left boob. Next, you spread my legs with a crunch and cut out my pussy, along with most of my pubis on one side and my anus on the other. You cut off my uterus and urethra from my cunt, leaving them inside me and my rectum from my anus. Then you took an axe and chopped off my left arm in the middle of the humerus with 3 blows. In the same way, you cut off your left leg in the middle of the thigh. You put the cut-off pieces of me in a backpack. After that, you poured the entire can of gasoline on my body and set it on fire. At the same time, you burned all the trash and my shoes in this fire.

By 7:20 p.m. (7:20 p.m.), my body was almost completely burned out. The fat melted, the hair on the head was burned, only small short, up to 2 centimeters wisps of hair remained, the skin stretched and tore, exposing the bones, the eyes flowed out of the sockets, the lips burned completely, exposing the teeth, some teeth cracked from the heat, the cheeks tore, causing the lower jaw to drop, the tongue burned, and the brain it flowed out through his mouth. Below, the flames completely charred the body, the skin stretched over the chest, the right tit was greatly reduced in size, and in place of the left tit there was a hole through which the ribs could be seen. My stomach tore from the strain. The liquid mass that became the internal organs flowed out through the hole where the pussy used to be. You put out the fire. The stench of fried meat, leather, gasoline, and plastic was unbearable. Because of that, you had to go get the hook. You tied him to a rope and secured him by the rib cage, near the xiphoid process, and dragged my body to the pit. You dragged him for 5 meters, after which the cartilage between the 12th thoracic vertebra and the 1st lumbar vertebra cracked and the body fell apart in half. Some of the liquid from the internal organs spilled onto the ground. "Fuck! She's a whore, and she gets me in trouble after she dies!" you swore. You dragged the top of me and threw me into the pit. Then you hooked a hook on my pelvis and dragged it into the pit the same way. After that, you collected some of the internal organs with a shovel and threw them into the pit. You dug a hole in a hurry. It was already 8:30 p.m. (8:30 p.m.). You packed up quickly and went home. You arrived home only the next day at 00:30 a.m. and immediately went to bed.

At 9:00 a.m. this morning, you threw my pussy in the microwave for 7 minutes. And while she was warming up, you threw my left boob and the stumps of my arms and legs into the freezer. You took my pussy out of the microwave and threw it into Charlie's bowl. [Charlie is my 5-year-old Chihuahua dog. He is 20 cm tall and weighs 2 kg]. Then you sat down at your laptop and put my stuff on Ebay. You took money from my cards. And by lunchtime, you went back to the frying place to clean it up.

A week later, when Charlie finally finished my pussy and anus, you declared me missing. You took Charlie to my mom, saying that you couldn't take care of him while you was "looking for" me. Two weeks later, after not finding my body, the police declared me dead. The memorial dinner was scheduled in a week to gather all the people close to me. You took my left arm and leg stumps out of the freezer, removed the meat from the bones (slightly less than 9 kg), marinated it and went to my mom with your new girlfriend. At the memorial dinner, you grilled my meat on the grill and served it to the table. My mom and her guests appreciated it and praised you for taking care of me so much, looking for me until the last moment and supporting my mom. My mom, a 46-year-old MILF with 3.5 breast size, wished you happiness with a new girlfriend.

Meanwhile, the wolves in the forest dug up my shallow grave, took out what was left of me and began to gnaw. My lower jaw completely fell off, my right collarbone was torn out, my rib cage was completely driven from the inside, the cervical vertebrae were also bitten off, the skull was torn off, the little finger on my right hand was immediately chewed off, and then the finger for the ring… I became pet food.

P.S. write in the comments did you go back there afterwards? Were you looking for my bones? What did you do to my left boob? Did you feed it to the dogs or just throw it in the trash? Have you thought about roasting your new girlfriend or my mom?

Hi, my name is Sofia, I am 25 years old, 1.75 meters tall, 60.5 kg in weight, breast size is 2.

I used to always think that girls who became meat were just too dumb to be girls. It doesn't matter if they wanted to become meat themselves or if they became meat without their consent. In any case, it's their own fault. Therefore, I did not consider it shameful to masturbate my clitoris to stories about such girls or to squirt on the image of the resulting meat.

But after a series of recent events in my life, I realized that becoming meat is a quick way to take my place.

[I prefer realism, events should take place in the real world and a place where cannibalism is prohibited. It could be your house in a sparsely populated area or your farm. You can also go roast me in the forest. In general, to a place where no one but you and your cannibal friends will find out about what happened] [also, no sex with me except for a few things that I will describe below. When we contact you, I become your meat, losing all human rights. And I really hope you don't fuck your food.]

I'm coming to your house, in my best dress, in heels, in red lace underwear and with my suitcase on wheels. My dog Charlie, a Chihuahua breed, is also with me. He is 20 cm tall, weighs 2 kg, he is 5 years old and I love him very much [any aggression towards Charlie is absolutely unacceptable! If you don't want to take care of him, then just take him to my mom, I'll give you her address.] You take me to a room or basement where I will wait for about 3 days while you prepare everything for slaughter and cooking. You tell me to undress and wait. You're taking all my things because meat can't have property. [You can sell them on eBay, have a home sale, give them to your girlfriends, and just throw them away] [You can also spend all my money, including my credit card]. During these 3 days, you don't feed me, but only give me water. At this time, I will begin to doubt my choice to become meat [but this should not affect you and your determination to make me meat]. In the end, when it's time to be slaughtered, I finally decide that I don't want to be meat. I cry, I snot, I resist, I scream, I hit, I bite. But nothing helps. [Actually, I'm a clean girl, and when I come to you, I'll have a smooth pubis and armpits. But by the third day, there will already be quite a stiff stubble].

You're chaining me by the arms and hanging me up. Then you open me up, starting from my stomach and up to the handle of my sternum. You break my rib cage and throw out the rib cartilage, the xiphoid process, the body of the sternum. My internal organs are visible inside. After working so hard, you go out for a few hours, leaving me to die in agony. When you come back, you find that I died almost immediately after you left, and my eyes are glazed. You're washing my body of blood. Then you saw off my head and put it in the fridge. Next, you take out all my internal organs, putting them in a bucket. After that, when there are no more organs in my body, you wash my body of blood. [Here you can write "whore" on my body for fun, or anything else that will cheer you and your friends up] [Next, you can pickle me, stuff me, and sew me up, or tie me to a spit right away.] [During frying, you can insert charcoal into my pussy so that I am fried from the inside or stick a stick in there to laugh with your friends at my new improvised "dick", if you don't want to, you don't have to do that].

After you and your friends roast me. But before you serve me to the table. I would like you to sew my head [from the refrigerator] to my body with threads.

And now I'm served on the table. The first thing you do is cut off my pussy, with most of my pubis and anal opening, in one piece. And you give it to my Charlie. [I am totally against eating human genitals. Not only is it not hygienic due to the specifics of using holes, but it's also solid muscles - literally impossible to chew! But it will even be useful for my Charlie.] Next, you cut off my boobs and give them to the other dogs. [The thing is, it's all fat and literally not tasty. The main thing is not to give Charlie my boobs. It's bad for him]. Well, then have fun as you want. Eat whatever you want and in whatever order you want.

After you have eaten enough, cut the threads that tied my head to my body and throw what remains of my 60 kg to the dogs. I don't want to be frozen for months! [You can use my head as a sex toy here, since it has become nothing more than an ornament. I'd rather you fucked me in the eye socket] [If you don't want to play with my head, then give it to Charlie and the other dogs too. He will sniff her and then fuck her in the eye socket to the boisterous laughter of your friends. Then he bites off part of my cheek, trying to eat my tongue. It will look like I'm saying something. Because of his muzzle in my mouth, my mouth will open and close. Finally, he will bite off part of my lip and, having had enough, will go to sleep on his favorite ottoman.]

In a week, when my meat and head are already rotten and will stink all over the yard, so that even dogs won't touch the remains. You will collect all the remains, including the head and bones in a 50-liter bag, pour out the internal organs that are rotten in the bucket and take them to the trash cans without tying them up.

The garbage truck that picks up the package will be one of the last to visit your house, so it will not press the garbage in its container, but will immediately go to the city dump where it will dump it. After dumping the collected garbage, most of the remains will fall out of the bag: an almost gnawed right arm without a hand, which is held by the shoulder blade due to the joint, and that through the muscles by part of the spine (4 vertebrae, to 3 of which the gnawed ribs are attached); part of the left foot with 3 of the 5 fingers and a gnawed heel; there is no thumb or little finger on the right hand, which ends in a core of radius, but there is quite a lot by the standards of the rest of the meat; a cleanly gnawed pelvis holds the cartilage of the stump of the right thigh, on which rotten meat weighs in pieces. The highlight is the head with a depressed right eye, which has already spread out. And the pecked-out left one. The lips and the left cheek are completely eaten away, exposing the teeth, some of which are also missing. There is no language. And there are only small pieces of rotting skin from the right cheek. And it's all filled with rotten insides.

That's how I'll take my place of trash, where I belong - in a garbage dump. Of course, rotting bones will quickly be dragged all over the landfill by scavengers. A month later, a seagull will fly up to the almost bare skull, the lower jaw, which has long since fallen off and on which there will be only a few separate piles of hair. Which first eats part of the skin from the top of the head, pierces the skull with a few blows and eats the remains of the skull. Later, on rainy days, the skull will be filled with water and serve as a drinking trough for animals and birds.

Unfortunately, even though this is my place, it might not end like this. And five years later, someone will stumble upon my bones, start collecting them, and conduct a DNA test. They will find my mother and declare the missing Sofia found. My mom, who will be 51 by this time, will want to bury me. She will order a large coffin and put 10% of me in it. There will be my empty skull without the lower jaw and most of the upper teeth, my right arm with a stub of radius from the shoulder, the left half of the pelvis, the right part of the thigh, parts of the spine scattered, several pieces of ribs. And in this form, I will be buried in the city cemetery among the graves of my family. And no one will ever know that I wanted a different ending. Therefore, I ask you, if you hear about this, then write on my grave "Whore, Meat, Garbage."

P.S. Thank you to everyone who read my story to the end. If someone decides to masturbate or cum on how I become meat, just like I did with the stories and images of other girls, I will be all for it. Please write about it in the comments.