Jess, a 23 year old meatgirl, was undergoing her bimonthly inspection. Laying on her back, a multitude of staff surrounded the table upon which she was displayed. Blond hair was tightly pulled back and out of the way, her pretty blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. The helpless girl had been ordered to keep still, as a number of hands prodded and poked at her nude body.

Someone was examining her arms, gently squeezing from shoulder to wrist. Wonderful cutlets would be made from these limbs–suitable for a hot dinner, or as leftovers for a cold lunch.

"Shanks are developing nicely," came the voice of the inspector. "Current exercise regimen appears adequate."

One lone staff member stood off to the side, jotting down notes on all the findings.

Two more pairs of hands groped Jess' thighs, kneading her flesh. Down to the calves they worked, with little pinches here and there. Succulent roasts were planned to be made from these legs, the meat conditioned for optimal marbling and flavor.

"The hams are toned and firm," observed an inspector. "Growth is as predicted."

Taken by the ankles, the girl's legs were then spread. Bringing her knees back toward her chest, the staff exposed the prized bits of the meatgirl. Jess' cheeks blushed red with immodesty, as she felt all eyes upon her.

"Now, that's a filet!" declared an authoritative, female voice from the end of the table. "Swollen. And aroused, it would seem. Yes, she's taken quite nicely to the enhancement formula. We'll continue with the current dosage."

"Oh!" Jess squeaked, as the woman's fingers parted her sensitive lips.

Indeed, it was the head chef who examined the girl's intimate area, and she carefully scrutinized the meat before her. The labia were large and engorged–a direct result of the "supplements" being forced upon the girl. Chef began to gently caress the warm gash, feeling the smooth and sensitive flesh. Satisfied with the exterior of the filet, she slowly began inserting two fingers.

"Uhh! "groaned the meatgirl, her long-denied vagina immediately moistening at the invasion.

As Jess was internally explored, the rest of the examination continued on. Hands were on her large, all-natural breasts, cupping and squeezing the two mounds. Composed of a rich and delectable fat, these mammaries would be harvested for their creamy content–an ingredient for Chef's famous spread.

"The breasts have grown considerably," the inspector reported, with a firm pinch to the hardened nipples.

"Ah!" Jess winced at the delightful pain.

"No lactation," continued the voice. "Recommend an increased dosage over the next month. Further growth is possible–another size or two."

"Huh!" whimpered the girl, as the fingers of the chef pulled back her soft skin-hood. Unveiled was a little clitoris, obviously in a state of arousal.

"Oh, yes," the cook smiled happily, seeing the girl's nub. Slowly, she withdrew her now-wet fingers from the vagina, as Jess gave a shudder. "A healthy clit. This is a prime filet, warm and wet. Let's tenderize. Hold her open, please?"

Chef released Jess, but her fingers were immediately replaced by those of the inspectors nearby. Groping their way about, they pulled open the girl from both sides. Such a thing may have been painful under normal circumstances, but with her current level of arousal, Jess couldn't complain. A pink and meaty vagina greeted the cook, now glistening under the lights.

Soft buzzing sounded at the foot of the table. Jess lifted her head to see that the woman between her legs now wielded a small vibratory tool. With all her limbs held by staff members, the girl could only watch as the device was set against her outspread vulva.

"Uhh!" Jess cried, wide-eyed.

Someone took the meatgirl's head, gently guiding it back down to the table.

"Oh, my god," Jess moaned, finding herself once again staring up at the ceiling. So many people surrounded her… But she soon forgot about them; the pleasure dancing across her privates was simply too distracting.

"Open?" came the voice of someone hovering over her face. Fingers touched her chin. "Ahh."

Almost in a daze, Jess parted her pretty lips and opened up. "Ahh-hhh," she moaned, as the staff member inserted a gloved finger into her mouth to poked around.

"A small tongue–healthy, wet, pink," the inspector called out. "Teeth are all present, straight and white. Throat is small. Gag reflex…"

"Ackhh!" Jess coughed and choked, as the digit momentarily touched the back of her throat.

"Adequate," the staff member announced, withdrawing from her mouth.

Immediately, another finger, gloved and lubricated, found her little anus. Slowly circled, the pink sphincter was massaged, and the slippery lube was spread about. Then, the inspector began to push and enter.

"Ughh…" whined the girl, as the finger found its way mercilessly inside.

It was one exam after another, the staff working quickly. Many meatpersons were scheduled for inspection that day, and Jess was but one of the group. As humiliating as it was, the girl would largely be forgotten, as the next person took her place on the table.

But for now, the vibratory tool hummed along and slowly slid up to the engorged clit. Fingers walked along both sides of the slippery lips, trying to keep the girl spread open. Already, the raw meat looked succulent, and the staff could only imagine how tasty it would be in another few months.

Meanwhile, the other inspectors were exploring Jess' ribs, making the girl squirm as they dug into her. A rack of slender female ribs was always a delicious meal. Then it was on to her tummy, where they poked, pinched, and pressed. This layer of muscle would certainly cook up nice and lean. Two more staff members were at each foot, squeezing and massaging from the heel on up–stew meat was not to be forgotten. Reports were made all the while, the findings called out to the recorder. But Jess could barely pay attention to anything being said.

"My God…" the girl moaned, as she was pawed over by the myriad of hands.

That finger was gently moving around in her bottom, acclimating Jess to the sensation. One day soon, a meat thermometer would be taking its place; it was best to start small.

The chef leaned in close to view the exposed genital meat. Oozing with wetness as it was stimulated, some of those watching were getting hungry. Large lips like Jess' usually crisped up nicely. And once cooked, their pink hue would turn a wonderful brown.

Inspectors spread apart the little toes of each foot, giving each plump digit a squeeze. A nail was run down each soft sole, and the girl flinched in discomfort. A good sign, as sensitive feet always tasted better.

"Ohh!" she was moaning loudly. "Oh, my God. Oh fuck!"

The pleasure below helped to distract from the shame. In fact, all the girl could think about now was her aching loins. The hands, the vibrations, the perverse knowledge that she was simply a piece of meat… It was all too much. All those fingers spreading her wide, the tool buzzing against her nub, the finger in her ass… Staring up, overwhelmed with pleasure, the poor girl had already reached her limit.

"Oh," Jess panted. "Oh. Oh, God! Uh! UH! UHHGGGHHH…"

Jess' toes scrunched up tight, as her pried open vagina began to spasm in orgasm, and her sphincter squeezed tightly around the finger inside. Those blue eyes rolled up and all she could do was moan in bliss. The chef pushed the vibratory tool hard against Jess' clit and observed as the pussy meat started its rhythmic contractions. Tenderization was underway.

"Fuuuuck," the girl whined, feeling warm juices dripping from her vagina.

Indeed, liquid dribbled from the spread open filet, which was now soaking wet. All watching knew that this would be an award-winning piece of meat. Whoever the lucky buyer was, they would be enjoying the feast of a lifetime. The clitoris alone, once properly cooked and cored out, would make for the most extravagant of delicacies.

Jess was beginning to recover, the contractions slowing. But she had been abstinent for two months, and the formula wreaked havoc with the libido. Still, the vibratory tool was kept against her, and when Chef's fingers once again slid their way inside, the girl couldn't help but moan.

"Ohh…" she whined, feeling the grip on her limbs tightening when she tried to squirm.

Chef's fingers moved up and down, tapping at the roof of her vagina. Sopping wet and so very swollen, the gaping pink flesh was quite a sight.

"A-again?" Jess wondered, having never before achieved a multiple orgasm. The girl was spent, but another wave was building.

A slapping, sucking, sloppy noise filled the inspection room as the chef massaged the meat. Some meatpersons put on a great show, and many of those in attendance wondered if they'd be working on Jess' cooking day.

"There's another one in there," Chef grinned. "Let's have it."

"Oh, God!" Jess cried, welling up in pleasure.

The meat again clenched around Chef's fingers, and her anus squeezed. Jess held her breath and scrunched closed her eyes, hovering at the peak of ecstasy.

"UUHHHGGG!" wailed the girl, a stream of her sweet juices squirting forth.

"There we go," Chef said, still massaging the raw filet. "Nice and tender."

After what seemed an eternity, the vibratory tool was removed and Jess started to calm down. The staff released her, satisfied with their findings. Now, it was time for the girl to return to her room, there to rest and marinate. After the next inspection, she would surely receive an A grading. Then, it would be into the oven and onto the dinner table for meatgirl Jess.

The end