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 No.17314

My first story in a while, feels good to be writing again. This is only the first part, more action to follow soon. The story is set in something very similar to Edward Hyde's Sidney's universe. How similar depends on how well he reacts to me stealing his ideas! But yeah, big thanks to Squunch, Ellen and Edward Hyde for inspiring me to write again. Comments and critique are very welcome!

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Chapter 1

Frank could see the three girls from a mile away, they were just what he was looking for. Eager to get their attention when they would eventually walk past him, he quickly ended his conversation with the young woman he had been talking to for the last couple of minutes. Frank was sitting at a table out on the street, and above the table there was a big sign, saying “MEATGIRLS WANTED” in big, bold letters. The sign had worked excellently so far and he prayed to all the gods for it to work just one more time. If it did, his boss would be very pleased and the promotion he had been seeking just might be within reach.

As the girls slowly approached Frank eyed them from a distance, confirming what he had known by instinct when he first spotted them: they were strikingly beautiful. Appearing to be about thirteen, they were clad in sports bras and tight leggings showing off their developing bodies. They carried small bags clad with Nike and Adidas logos, and it was obvious that they were on their way to or from some kind of sports activity. This was further backed up by their slim, well-proportioned bodies. The leftmost among them was a mulatto sporting wild, frizzy dark hair half-tamed by a bright green hairband. The girl on the right flank was the complete opposite, light blonde with tidy, straight hair that graced her shoulders elegantly as she walked. Her skin was lightly tanned, giving her skin a healthy glow. Frank was thinking of girl roast already. The blonde was also an inch taller than the other two, who Frank guessed would come in at roughly 5 feet.

The girl in the middle was something else though. She had long, red, wavy hair that flowed all the way to the small of her back. Her face was absolutely stunning, and she had the fairest, smoothest skin Frank had ever seen. To top it all off she had covered her lush lips with rose red lipstick. Many looks and glances were cast her way as she walked down the street, and from the way she behaved she didn’t seem to mind it one bit. The ginger girl also had the biggest breasts in the trio, though compared to most grown women’s they were still on the small side.

Frank could see the trio looking at him as they approached, casting quick looks and peaks at him and his sign, before commenting and giggling about it among themselves. Clearly, this was not the first time they had seen a representative of the meat girl industry. They might actually have been recruited already, Frank thought, and felt his mood darken as he realized that could very well be the case. He had to give it a shot though, this opportunity was too good to not at least try.

“Hey girls!” he half shouted just as they were almost about to pass him. To his delight, the group immediately diverted off their course and came to a halt by his stand, smiling shyly at him.

“Well aren’t you a bunch of beauties!” he said, and they giggled in an adorable, girly way. “What are your names?” Frank asked.

“I’m Claire,” the blonde one said, “and this is Kayla,” she said while pointing to the black one, “and finally Emily,” she said, poking the redhead playfully in the shoulder.

“We’re just on our way home from track and field practice!” Kayla said, eager to take part in the conversation.


“Nice to meet you, girls, I’m Frank. You bunch are just what I’m looking for, so I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you three walking along! Have you heard of girl meat before?”

“Yes, we were actually just talking about it!” Emily said. She leaned in closer to Frank and put her cupped hand over her mouth, “Kayla’s biggest fantasy is to be spitted and roasted!” she pretended to whisper to him. Kayla quickly looked down, looking a little bothered. Were it not for her dark skin, she would certainly have been blushing heavily.

“She actually came close to volunteering yesterday when some dude at the mall tried to recruit us. He was a bit shady though, he just ran a simple kebab shop across town so we said no.” Claire explained.

“To be fair, you said you were into it too, Claire,” Kayla darted, not wanting to be the only one embarrassed in front of this stranger. It clearly worked, as Claire’s face turned pink immediately. “You even said that your dad was thinking about taking you down to Sidney’s, ‘cause he needed the money.”

“It’s true,” Emily chimed in, coming out on top of the argument. Frank had a feeling that she usually did.

“Well, you’re in luck then,” Frank said. “I need three beautiful, healthy girls for a big event at the best hotel in town.”

“The Continental?” Kayla asked. After an affirming nod from Frank, she exclaimed “that’s the best hotel in the country!”

“It certainly is. They are hosting a very special gala, with very special guests, and for that we need three very special girls. You mentioned Sidney’s, well, this event pays five times as much. You can mention that to your dad!” Frank teased the blonde girl.

“Wow,” she responded. That’s a lot of money!

“My parents would certainly not decline that kind of money,” Emily said.

“Mine neither I think,” Kayla said. “Besides, I’ve got five sisters so barely any would notice that one was missing!” she giggled.

“Do me a favor and take these home with you,” Frank said and handed the girls one brochure each. “I’m only asking you three, there are not anyone else getting this special offer. But you have to be quick, there are a lot of parents that would throw their kids at us for that kind of money so if you don’t answer quickly there will be others to take your place. Does that sound good?”

“Absolutely, sir,” Emily said, and the other two nodded.

“Now, off you go, and hopefully I’ll see you soon at the Continental!” Frank said, and off they went, straight home to their parents who were all quite enthusiastic about the prospect. Not long after they had all phoned Frank and informed him of their eager consent. About a week afterwards they had all been delivered in the lobby of the hotel, the day before the event was to take place.

 No.17315

I'm outraged and will never speak to you again! :-P Nah I love it! Can't wait to hear what happens to these three lovelies! Glad to have been a source of inspiration :-D

 No.17317

>>17314
That's excellent stuff Loke, lovely descriptions of the girls, feels like they're standing right in front of me!

Thanks for the h/t. I've been waiting to see what you'd come up with since you mentioned you were writing, and now I'm really looking forward to seeing where this goes…

 No.17319

an adorable start to a story that I CANNOT wait to read more of AND i get a mention? <3

 No.17320

Looks like Edward Hyde turned into the leader of this board, giving inspiration to everyone :) and everything is getting filled with spinoffs of Sidneys here LOL

I can't say any much of criticism for now because it is just the beginning but it will be interesting to see where it will go next.
I also love willing girls, (not necessary just being cooked on the spit though ;)

As usual, I will ask to make the story a bit more interesting than just plain straightforward cooking. I hope you will manage to do so and surprise us with something interesting and sexy.

 No.17321

Onix, I definitely trust Loke to do us right ;) his track record of stories that make me real happy is I think perfect!

 No.17324

Mwahahahaha! My work here is done!

 No.17341

Chapter 2

“Wow, is this for real? Claire asked when she walked through the polished, wooden door Frank had just opened for her. The two others followed suit, the expressions on their faces turning to surprise and awe once they took in the view of the room they found themselves in. They were in a suite on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, a place one would usually only see in commercials and movies. Seeing it in real life though, was much better. The suite was lusciously decorated with handcrafted wooden furniture, a high, painted ceiling and big windows with a stunning view of the surrounding city. Sure, one could question whether it was necessary to let three teenage girls spend the night there when they would just become meat the day after. Frank knew the importance of keeping the “meat” happy though, and he had deemed it sensible. Besides, the room was available anyway, and judging by their reactions the girls loved it. They all ran in different directions around the suite, which was the size of an average house, exploring their temporary palace.

“Kayla! Claire! Come here you’ve got to see this!” Emily called out from two rooms over.

“What is it, what is it?” the other two replied, sprinting towards Emily. As soon as they entered the room they knew what the redhead meant, in the middle of it was a full size pool table, complete with cue sticks and ten flawlessly polished balls arranged in a the shape of a triangle.

“Can we play? Please?” Kayla asked Frank when he entered the room, opting for walking rather than sprinting around the place.

“Of course,” he answered. “Actually I won’t bother you more today, so I just have some quick info before I leave.” The girls allowed their attention to shift from the pool table to the man talking to them, but only briefly. “You’ll stay here until tomorrow morning when I’ll come to pick you up. You are not to leave the room, and therefore it is locked. Should you need anything though, just call reception. We’re always here to help you. As I’m sure you have been informed you can not consume any food 24 hours before being cooked, but you may drink water of course. You’re free to use anything in this suite, the pool table, the TV, the books, anything. Make yourself at home, and try to get some sleep. Any questions?”

Frank took the ensuing silence as a no. “See you in the morning then,” he said and left.

“See you!” the girls answered, a mere milliseconds before throwing themselves over the pool table.

The girls played pool for a while before opting to watch a movie together in one of the double beds. As the credits rolled over the screen, Emily and Claire wanted to watch another one.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna take a shower.” Kayla said and went towards what she assumed was the bathroom. She was right, and of course it was huge, with a big shower, a very expensive looking bathtub, and a sink with gold ornaments. Kayla quickly shed her shorts, top and underwear and hopped in the shower. Rather than a cubicle this shower was a room in its own right. Brown stone tiles lined the walls and floor, and there was an elevated area to sit, or even lay down on. Kayla turned on the water and adjusted it to just the right temperature before letting it run over her light brown skin. The water tamed her wild, dark hair, and it clung to her neck and shoulders. She decided to clean her hair first using the shampoo the she found in some small, pretty glass bottles in a shelf built right into the shower wall. It smelled like flowers and fresh fruit, and it was definitely sweet enough for her liking. The shower gel smelled the same, and Kayla made sure to cover every nook and cranny of her body with the sweet, slick gel.

While she soaped herself in Kayla started to think about why she was there, and what was going to happen to her the next day. Her fantasy was actually becoming reality. “How are they going to cook me?” she wondered. They might slit her throat, cut her up into little pieces and serve bits of her with vegetables and sauce. Just the thought of it caused her tummy to tingle. Maybe they would put her in a pot and boil her alive until she was turned into soup? The tingling spread downwards towards her girly parts, and before she knew it she was circling her clit gently with her fingers. Most of all, she hoped they would spit her with a long, sharp metal pole from one end to the other. Kayla knew she would look good on a spit. Emily might be the most beautiful of the three friends but Kayla definitely had the best ass. The spit would show it off very nicely. Thinking of being cooked made the dark skinned beauty really horny, and she craved more stimulation. She brought the shower head towards her crotch and directed the stream of water to her wanting pussy. As she studied the shower head she noticed little markings on it, seeming to indicate different settings for the spray. Instinctively she gripped and turned it, causing the stream of water to turn from an even flow to powerful, massaging jets.

The wave of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet so she sat down on the floor, thrusting her pelvis forward to welcome the spurts of water splashing against her most sensitive area. She spread her legs wide, revealing the delicate pink flesh hidden behind her dark, wrinkly lips to the sprays of hot, pulsing water. While all of this was happening, Kayla imagined herself getting spitted. The sharp piece of metal would be put in slowly, spreading her hole wide. The spit would be slick with oil and would enter her welcoming opening easily, but meeting resistance as it pierced her inner walls. It would travel through her organs, doing irreparable damage inside her until it came out her mouth, the foreign object causing her throat to swell as it continued on its path upwards. “But which hole would it enter?” she wondered. She had always just assumed it went through her pussy, but someone had recently told her that sometimes they put the spit in through the asshole! Kayla had never put anything up there before, so she figured she should try it just in case they would put it in that way the day after. Using her little finger, she carefully probed the ring of her anus. It was tight for sure, but with just a little effort her finger slipped inside. It felt weird, but also good in a manner she had never experienced before. Once passed the sphincter the hole felt smooth and slick, the inner walls feeling even smoother than her pussy. Though the opening itself was very tight, once inside there was more room, hopefully enough for a thick, metal spit.

Kayla probed her opening, gradually working her finger in and out until the thrusting became a steady rhythm. After a while her little finger slipped easily in and out, so she switched to her middle finger. It met more resistance, but once she relaxed and got used to it she was able to insert the whole of it without much effort. She increased the pace, and combined with the massaging of her pussy it was starting to feel really good. Her teenage body was feeling hot and fuzzy all over, and she couldn’t keep small moans from escaping her full lips. Kayla had explored her body enough times to know what was coming and braced herself for it, because this was going to be a powerful one. The tingling sensation in her crotch got more intense by the second and spread to her tummy, her chest and tits topped with rock hard nipples, and to her smooth, soft inner thighs. Her breathing grew labored, and though she hoped the other two girls wouldn’t hear her over the sound of the television, by this point she was too far into it to care. When she felt it coming, she pulled her fingers out of her ass and gripped the top of her pussy, pulling back the skin covering her clit. When jets of water hit the sensitive flesh it sent her over the edge. Her legs twitched, her pussy was convulsing and she couldn’t help uttering a groan of pure, ecstatic pleasure. It lasted for an eternity, the usual waves of pleasure melting into one continuous stream of ecstasy. The afterglow was delightful, and the young girl enjoyed it to the fullest while letting warm, steamy water run over her nude, young body.


“Did you enjoy yourself? You were in for a long time!” Emily said to Kayla when she finally emerged from the bathroom. The redhead’s lips formed a mischievous grin.

“I guess,” said Kayla trying her best but failing to sound indifferent. The girls had most definitely heard her moans escape through the door.

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Claire said, “I think I’m going to take a shower too.” She scooted over to the edge of the bed and sprung up towards the bathroom door.

“Hey,” Kayla said just as the blonde was about to close the door. “You should try the massage function in the shower. It really, ehm, cleans … well.” Claire gave her a sly smile before closing the door after her. Metaphors had never been Kayla’s strong point, but she figured she probably got her point across well enough.

 No.17342

Thanks a lot for the kind comments! The story is quite tame yet but there's more to come for sure. I want to get to know the girls a little bit though, and writing this masturbation scene was really fun.

Writing is a slow process for me as English is not my first language, so expect irregular updates! I've got it planned out though, so it will come, don't worry. If you have thoughts on the action so far don't hesitate to let me know, and feel free to suggest where you want this to go. As I mentioned I have a plan, but I might accommodate requests if i find them fun!

 No.17343

Is the bath big enough for the three of them to enjoy together? ;)

 No.17344

>>17342
>writing this masturbation scene was really fun.

So was reading it!

 No.17345

It starts getting better ;)

Speaking about suggestions it is probably too late to say that, but I suggest you make your girls talks more about interesting things and their fantasies. just like you did in that masturbation scene

but instead of just telling her fantasy you could combine it with the masturbation: where she assumes that her finger is the spit which is going inside or if she is trying to somehow find out how it would feel to be impaled on the spit.

Since this is not the end you probably could write next scene how girls try to explore that together as mockup cooking like pretending that lotion is cooking oil and use broom handle as spit. or whatever else that comes to your mind.
Maybe you also would not mind adding some fisting too ;)

also, you can add some small side stories where girls gossip about something, something is shown on tv, some randoms flyers on the walls and whatever other opportunities you have to add some extra erotic content.

Since I also got infected by Edwards enthusiastic meat girls, I will later write something similar that in my own story but you could do it too as a way to do everything without making girls die and allow them to show some more enthusiasm which we all like so much.


Finally, since you mentioned English as the nonnative language you could check Grammarly spelling checker plugin, which can make your writing a bit faster, but looks like you are already doing great.

 No.17346

>>17342
Don't worry, your English written stories are usually way better than stories done by native speakers like me. Take all the time you need, can't rush quality.

 No.17381

Thanks again for the kind and constructive comments! The next chapter is on the way, though it will probably not be up before the middle of next week cause I'm pretty busy until then. If anyone have a cooking method they would like to see, please let me know. I have planned how Emily and Kayla are going to be cooked, but I'm still not sure about Claire. I don't want it to just be another standard cooking story. I'm aiming for balancing the enthusiasm and willingness of the girls with reluctance, pain and the sexual aspect of things. If something comes to mind, let me know!

>>17343 That would be hot, though I'm also keen on getting to the action soon. I'll think about it.

>>17344 Good to hear! Comments like these make it worth it.

>>17345 Thank you for the tips, I appreciate the detail of your comment. Fisting is really not my thing, but I'll keep your other suggestions and comments in mind.

>>17346 Thank you!

 No.17382

I'm really enjoying this! maybe little Claire could get stuffing pushed up in her so she looks a few months pregnant, then be roasted in the oven? Her loving the cute stuffing bump, joking around, then contrast with the horror of the oven.

I had no idea English was not your first language, it doesn't come across at all :)

 No.17383

>>17381
Well, actually fisting is just stuffing something big inside :) it does not have to be a hand.
So I would second Elen's suggestion about a girl getting stuffed until she looks like being pregnant.

Speaking about cooking method I would suggest something that allows girls to speak while she is being cooked. So anything but spit roasting, since it is also way overused. Maybe a girl can be tied and placed on the tray with her butt plugged with the apple or carrot? Or maybe cooked vertically while being hung on the meathooks in the big oven like this https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Chuangyu-Hotel-Equipment-Commercial-Automatic-Duck_60623825494.html
Maybe I did not say it here yet, but I like everything unusual.
So maybe you will nicely surprise me with some uncommon cooking method.


Balancing enthusiasm and pain is a very nice thing. I like how Edward does that so you probably can do something similar.

If the girl still can speak while being cooked, I think. she could scream from pain and later ask to continue.
Or if you want to make it more unusual and more interesting then she can curse and complain a lot about the pain explaining how it feels like "her butt is on fire" but still say that she will endure to the end. I would rather love to read that kind of verison because it is something that nobody did so far and it would be quite funny too. You also have 3 girls so they can have different reactions.

Also, there could be some arguing and mockery where girls joke about their friend's pain and scream while she is being cooked as from of denial and playing it down just to experience that themselves a bit later. This way it could be a bit unusual story where meatgirls are just unaware about wahst is going to happen to them but when it actually happens it is a bit worse than they imagined.
Before being cooked, they all discuss how much they want it to happen and later they admit that it feels a bit different ;)

I guess now I have to wait for the next week and see the results :)
It is very interesting to see how it will all end.

 No.17388

Well, if you want to spice things up a bit, you could have one of the girls having her arms, legs, breasts and pussy-ass skinned alive before cooking to craft some fetish leather clothing for one of the rich men'
s daughter.

 No.17389

I'm sure I will enjoy anything you come up with! :-D

 No.17522

Finally, a new chapter is ready. I've been busier than I thought this week, so progress has been slow. I'm working on it though, so we should see some actual cooking in the next chapter.

Warning: This chapter contains the girls getting an enema. If that's not your thing, just skip the part that is separated from the other text by two lines, like this:

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Chapter 3


When Frank entered the hotel room late in the morning, he found the girls all sleeping in the same bed, cuddled together into a cute little mess of girly arms, legs, heads and torsos. He carefully woke them up, gave them a few minutes to come to and escorted them through the staff elevator down to the first floor, where the kitchen and prep area was located. They entered what resembled a wardrobe, with benches along three of the walls and a large mirror on the fourth. There were three exits, the one they had just come from, an open archway that lead to a shower area and another door leading to a bathroom. The girls had slept well, helped by the long masturbation sessions the previous night. Kayla had even gone for a second round in the bathtub, finding the bubble bath setting very stimulating when she put her pussy in front of where the bubbles came from. The girls were very excited about the what was going to happen that day. They chatted eagerly amongst themselves on the way down, despite having woken up just a few minutes earlier.

“Do you know how we will be cooked?” Emily asked Frank when they entered the wardrobe.

“I have some ideas, but I won’t know for sure until I’ve seen your bodies unobstructed by those clothes,” he replied.

The girls took the hint and started removing their clothes right away, though they hesitated for a second once they were down to their underwear. The girls had seen each other naked in the wardrobe many times, but had never undressed in front of a man since they were toddlers. Frank noticed the hesitation.

“I could give you a moment to undress in private of you’d like,” he said.

“It’s OK,” Kayla said. She reached back and unhooked her bra. “You’ll see us naked anyway, no need to prolong it in my opinion.” She removed the garment and threw it on the floor, revealing her two modest breasts. Her panties fell soon after, revealing her little patch of black pubic hair and a plump, delicious pussy. Emily and Claire felt more comfortable once Kayla was completely nude, and also stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits. Frank looked them over, and though he had practically made up his mind about the cooking methods he would use on them, he decided to do a quick inspection of the girls.

“Kayla,” he said, “I’ll inspect you first.” The dark skinned beauty approached him, let her arms fall by her side and met Frank’s eyes with her own. It was obvious that she was proud of her body, and she had no reason not to be. She had a lovely figure. Though not developed fully her hips had widened nicely and her breasts were full and pert. They would look small on a grown woman, but they were perfect for her smaller frame. Frank asked the girl to turn around, and as she revealed her backside to him she curved her back slightly, pushing her butt outwards. It was an amazing ass, full and round but simultaneously youthfully pert and firm. He took a small handful and squeezed it softly, before slapping it playfully. Kayla giggled, wiggling her bum in response.

“So, what do you think?” she asked. “How will I be cooked?”

“It’s the spit for sure. That ass of yours is going to look just amazing rotating over a charcoal fire, I’m sure it will be a big hit with the guests!”

“Yay! I’ve always hoped I’d be spitted, I’m so excited!” she exclaimed. “Did you hear that girls? I’m gonna be spitted!”

“We’re standing three feet away, we’re not deaf!” Emily responded teasingly. “I’m happy for you though, congrats!” The girls hugged, squeezing their tits up against each other. Even for a seasoned professional like Frank the sight was incredibly arousing, and the semi he had been sporting for a while swiftly turned to a full hard-on. Fortunately his pants hid his erection well, though it was becoming increasingly painful.

“Okay Claire, let’s do you next,” he said. The girl approached him considerably more timidly that Kayla.

“Please let your hands fall to your side,” Frank said in a soft and friendly, yet commanding tone. He knew how to get the girls on his side, and the girl did as she was told. She had not developed as much as Kayla, sporting a smaller, more slender frame. Her tits were nothing more than tiny orbs pushing out her slightly enlarged areolae. Her hips were narrow and she didn’t have much pubic hair, only a slight peach fuzz around her delightfully pink pussy.

“Spread you legs apart a bit, please,” Frank said.

“O-OK, the girl replied. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s nothing, really, forget it.”

“If you have something you want to say or ask me, just go ahead, I’ll listen,” Frank said reassuringly.

Claire figured she may as well ask, she was going to be dead in a few hours anyway. “It’s just that I think my pee-p I-I mean vagina looks a little weird,” she said quietly.

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about,” Frank said. “Everyone has a different one, and they’re all beautiful. Besides, they all pretty much taste the same; amazing.”

“Okay then,” she said and spread her legs. Frank was curious. He had girls ask him about their bodies all the time, but he’d never been asked about that part in particular. His statement was true though, as her pussy were truly beautiful. Her outer lips were supple and almost completely covered her clitoral hood. Her inner lips though were clearly visible, and spread out in the shape of a pink butterfly.

“Your vagina is beautiful, sweetie,” he said. “Your labia will get nice and crispy and tasty if you’re cooked in the oven, which I think you are perfect for. You’ll be so delicious, my mouth is watering already.”

Claire smiled and skipped over to her friends. Kayla rubbed her head playfully and started playing with her hair.

Emily was up next. Her milky white skin was flawless, there wasn’t a single blemish on her entire body. Her nipples were so pink they were almost undistinguishable from the surrounding flesh. Her form was very soft, somewhere in the middle of girl and woman. Her tits were very perky though, and in size they placed just in the middle of the two other girls. Above her pussy there was a small patch of pubic hair, the same fiery red color as the hair on her head.

“Hmm,” Frank uttered. I think you’ll be perfect for carving up into pieces. “Your skin is so flawless!”

Emily looked disappointed. “Does that mean that I won’t experience getting cooked?”

“Well, not really, but you will get to experience seeing your own meat cooked, maybe even taste it. The others won’t get that opportunity.”

“What!? Won’t that hurt a lot?”

“Actually not, we have a special method we’ve developed, so you won’t feel any pain. I’ll tell you more about it later though, let’s move on for now.”

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Frank led the girls into the bathroom area, which actually contained three small toilet cubicles and a tiled area with some kind of shower and a drain. The shower looked like just an ordinary one, apart from the shower head being replaced with a small nozzle at the end.

“The first thing we have to do is to get you cleaned out on the inside as well as outside. Firstly, please empty yourself on the toilets there, then return to me.”

The girls did as they were told, and went to the toilet stalls. Kayla was the first to finish, and approached Frank who was holding the nozzle, having tested the water flow and temperature while the girls emptied themselves.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“It’s for cleaning out your insides. It’ll go in your butt, just like the spit!”

“Ooh! Will it feel good?” she replied.

“A little, perhaps, but it will mostly feel like you just really, really have to go to the bathroom, which I recommend you do unless you want to make a big mess everywhere! Just stand on all fours please, and put your ass up high!”

The girl did as she was told, and after applying a little lube to the nozzle Frank guided it into her bum, where it slipped in easily.

“Oh my god, that feels weird!” Kayla exclaimed when the lukewarm water started to flow into her. The other girls had finished and were standing by Kayla, curiously spectating the process. They all watched her slowly getting filled up, and her belly started to swell.

“It almost looks like you’re pregnant!” Claire said.

“Really?” Kayla said. She reached down and felt her lower belly, which was bigger and harder to the touch than normal. “This is fun! It’s starting to hurt a bit though, when will it stop?”

“I’ll stop it now, “ Frank said and turned the flow off. “It’s only your first one after all, you’ll have two more before we’re finished. Now squeeze your butt tight, and go to the bathroom!” Frank removed the hose carefully, and gave the mulatto girl a little smack on her shapely ass. She went off, and Claire took her place. Frank repeated the procedure on the two other girls. He had no trouble with Claire, but Emma clearly didn’t like having things shoved up her butt and resisted the intrusion. After some comforting words from Frank she reluctantly got through it, though she wasn’t having a good time. After the girls had had three enemas each, they moved on to the showers.

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“Claire and Emma, why don’t you help each other and I’ll help Kayla? It’s important to wash every part of your bodies very thoroughly,” Frank said when they entered the shower. The girls got to it, using copious amounts of soap from the wall-mounted dispensers.

“Just relax, sweetie, I’ll do all the work,” Frank said as he sprayed her down with warm water, soaking her frizzy hair. He covered his hands with soap and started working it into her hair, making sure to cover every inch of it. He continued cleaning the back of her ears and her neck before moving down, doing her slender arms and back. He reached her front, and as he softly massaged her soft tits very gentle moans escaped her lips, just low enough for the other girls not to hear. They were busy rubbing down each other, giggling as each of them explored the others nubile body.

“Hey girls,” Frank said, gaining the attention of Claire and Emma. “Be sure to cover this bit too,” he said as he reached down between Kayla’s ass cheeks. The girl was surprised but stuck her butt out even further soon after, now moaning audibly. The other two followed Franks directions and the giggling soon became louder, intercepted by soft moans. Frank focused his attention to Kayla’s most private parts, teasing the girl.

“Are you looking forward to the spit, Kayla?” he said.

“Yeah, ooh, I really am!”

“Do you know where it will go?”

“Mmh.”

“Where?”

“In my butt.”

“Here?” Frank rested his finger on her hole, putting just a little pressure inwards.

“Yeah, It’ll go up there and through my tummy until is comes out my mouth!”

“Kinda like this?” he said and thrust his finger up her tight tushie.

“Ooh, mmm,” Kayla moaned, biting her lower lip seductively.

“Feels good, right? It’s not even close to the real thing though.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait!”

Frank pulled his finger out and moved on to her legs.

“Hey, why did you do that?” Kayla exclaimed, disappointed by the development.

“Claire and Emma are almost finished, so we have to move on, honey. There’ll be more later though, you just have to be patient.” He rinsed her off with water, and they moved on to the next point on the program, shaving. None of the girls had shaved before, and they found the process exciting. Frank also finally got to see their little pussies bare, and it was a marvelous sight. He also shaved their legs and arms, and after a final shower to rinse off the hair the girls were ready for cooking.

 No.17523

This chapter made me very hungry!

 No.17526

>>17522
Very tasty, Loke!

 No.17541

>>17522
hehe, looks like you decided to use my suggestion after all and then subvert it LOL

But you know, according to that big disclaimer about "horribly disgusting" enema scene I expected a bit more, however, it was just pretty plain thing not worth warning.

Looks like you main intent is to make it as cute as possible :)

I want to see what happens next

 No.17566

I wrote more, Loke, so you have to also! That's the deal ;-P

 No.17567

>>17541 I knew it wasn't horribly disgusting, but I know some people very much dislike any mention of such things, even in snuff porn.

I've discovered that I changed Emily's name to Emma in the third chapter, so I'm reposting it here with the correct name all the way through. And by the way, there's a new chapter below that! Bon Appétit!

Chapter 3


When Frank entered the hotel room late in the morning, he found the girls all sleeping in the same bed, cuddled together into a cute little mess of girly arms, legs, heads and torsos. He carefully woke them up, gave them a few minutes to come to and escorted them through the staff elevator down to the first floor, where the kitchen and prep area was located. They entered what resembled a wardrobe, with benches along three of the walls and a large mirror on the fourth. There were three exits, the one they had just come from, an open archway that lead to a shower area and another door leading to a bathroom. The girls had slept well, helped by the long masturbation sessions the previous night. Kayla had even gone for a second round in the bathtub, finding the bubble bath setting very stimulating when she put her pussy in front of where the bubbles came from. The girls were very excited about the what was going to happen that day. They chatted eagerly amongst themselves on the way down, despite having woken up just a few minutes earlier.

“Do you know how we will be cooked?” Emily asked Frank when they entered the wardrobe.

“I have some ideas, but I won’t know for sure until I’ve seen your bodies unobstructed by those clothes,” he replied.

The girls took the hint and started removing their clothes right away, though they hesitated for a second once they were down to their underwear. The girls had seen each other naked in the wardrobe many times, but had never undressed in front of a man since they were toddlers. Frank noticed the hesitation.

“I could give you a moment to undress in private of you’d like,” he said.

“It’s OK,” Kayla said. She reached back and unhooked her bra. “You’ll see us naked anyway, no need to prolong it in my opinion.” She removed the garment and threw it on the floor, revealing her two modest breasts. Her panties fell soon after, revealing her little patch of black pubic hair and a plump, delicious pussy. Emily and Claire felt more comfortable once Kayla was completely nude, and also stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits. Frank looked them over, and though he had practically made up his mind about the cooking methods he would use on them, he decided to do a quick inspection of the girls.

“Kayla,” he said, “I’ll inspect you first.” The dark skinned beauty approached him, let her arms fall by her side and met Frank’s eyes with her own. It was obvious that she was proud of her body, and she had no reason not to be. She had a lovely figure. Though not developed fully her hips had widened nicely and her breasts were full and pert. They would look small on a grown woman, but they were perfect for her smaller frame. Frank asked the girl to turn around, and as she revealed her backside to him she curved her back slightly, pushing her butt outwards. It was an amazing ass, full and round but simultaneously youthfully pert and firm. He took a small handful and squeezed it softly, before slapping it playfully. Kayla giggled, wiggling her bum in response.

“So, what do you think?” she asked. “How will I be cooked?”

“It’s the spit for sure. That ass of yours is going to look just amazing rotating over a charcoal fire, I’m sure it will be a big hit with the guests!”

“Yay! I’ve always hoped I’d be spitted, I’m so excited!” she exclaimed. “Did you hear that girls? I’m gonna be spitted!”

“We’re standing three feet away, we’re not deaf!” Emily responded teasingly. “I’m happy for you though, congrats!” The girls hugged, squeezing their tits up against each other. Even for a seasoned professional like Frank the sight was incredibly arousing, and the semi he had been sporting for a while swiftly turned to a full hard-on. Fortunately his pants hid his erection well, though it was becoming increasingly painful.

“Okay Claire, let’s do you next,” he said. The girl approached him considerably more timidly that Kayla.

“Please let your hands fall to your side,” Frank said in a soft and friendly, yet commanding tone. He knew how to get the girls on his side, and the girl did as she was told. She had not developed as much as Kayla, sporting a smaller, more slender frame. Her tits were nothing more than tiny orbs pushing out her slightly enlarged areolae. Her hips were narrow and she didn’t have much pubic hair, only a slight peach fuzz around her delightfully pink pussy.

“Spread you legs apart a bit, please,” Frank said.

“O-OK, the girl replied. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s nothing, really, forget it.”

“If you have something you want to say or ask me, just go ahead, I’ll listen,” Frank said reassuringly.

Claire figured she may as well ask, she was going to be dead in a few hours anyway. “It’s just that I think my pee-p I-I mean vagina looks a little weird,” she said quietly.

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about,” Frank said. “Everyone has a different one, and they’re all beautiful. Besides, they all pretty much taste the same; amazing.”

“Okay then,” she said and spread her legs. Frank was curious. He had girls ask him about their bodies all the time, but he’d never been asked about that part in particular. His statement was true though, as her pussy were truly beautiful. Her outer lips were supple and almost completely covered her clitoral hood. Her inner lips though were clearly visible, and spread out in the shape of a pink butterfly.

“Your vagina is beautiful, sweetie,” he said. “Your labia will get nice and crispy and tasty if you’re cooked in the oven, which I think you are perfect for. You’ll be so delicious, my mouth is watering already.”

Claire smiled and skipped over to her friends. Kayla rubbed her head playfully and started playing with her hair.

Emily was up next. Her milky white skin was flawless, there wasn’t a single blemish on her entire body. Her nipples were so pink they were almost undistinguishable from the surrounding flesh. Her form was very soft, somewhere in the middle of girl and woman. Her tits were very perky though, and in size they placed just in the middle of the two other girls. Above her pussy there was a small patch of pubic hair, the same fiery red color as the hair on her head.

“Hmm,” Frank uttered. I think you’ll be perfect for carving up into pieces. “Your skin is so flawless!”

Emily looked disappointed. “Does that mean that I won’t experience getting cooked?”

“Well, not really, but you will get to experience seeing your own meat cooked, maybe even taste it. The others won’t get that opportunity.”

“What!? Won’t that hurt a lot?”

“Actually not, we have a special method we’ve developed, so you won’t feel any pain. I’ll tell you more about it later though, let’s move on for now.”

Frank led the girls into the bathroom area, which actually contained three small toilet cubicles and a tiled area with some kind of shower and a drain. The shower looked like just an ordinary one, apart from the shower head being replaced with a small nozzle at the end.

“The first thing we have to do is to get you cleaned out on the inside as well as outside. Firstly, please empty yourself on the toilets there, then return to me.”

The girls did as they were told, and went to the toilet stalls. Kayla was the first to finish, and approached Frank who was holding the nozzle, having tested the water flow and temperature while the girls emptied themselves.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“It’s for cleaning out your insides. It’ll go in your butt, just like the spit!”

“Ooh! Will it feel good?” she replied.

“A little, perhaps, but it will mostly feel like you just really, really have to go to the bathroom, which I recommend you do unless you want to make a big mess everywhere! Just stand on all fours please, and put your ass up high!”

The girl did as she was told, and after applying a little lube to the nozzle Frank guided it into her bum, where it slipped in easily.

“Oh my god, that feels weird!” Kayla exclaimed when the lukewarm water started to flow into her. The other girls had finished and were standing by Kayla, curiously spectating the process. They all watched her slowly getting filled up, and her belly started to swell.

“It almost looks like you’re pregnant!” Claire said.

“Really?” Kayla said. She reached down and felt her lower belly, which was bigger and harder to the touch than normal. “This is fun! It’s starting to hurt a bit though, when will it stop?”

“I’ll stop it now, “ Frank said and turned the flow off. “It’s only your first one after all, you’ll have two more before we’re finished. Now squeeze your butt tight, and go to the bathroom!” Frank removed the hose carefully, and gave the mulatto girl a little smack on her shapely ass. She went off, and Claire took her place. Frank repeated the procedure on the two other girls. He had no trouble with Claire, but Emily clearly didn’t like having things shoved up her butt and resisted the intrusion. After some comforting words from Frank she reluctantly got through it, though she wasn’t having a good time. After the girls had had three enemas each, they moved on to the showers.

“Claire and Emily, why don’t you help each other and I’ll help Kayla? It’s important to wash every part of your bodies very thoroughly,” Frank said when they entered the shower. The girls got to it, using copious amounts of soap from the wall-mounted dispensers.

“Just relax, sweetie, I’ll do all the work,” Frank said as he sprayed her down with warm water, soaking her frizzy hair. He covered his hands with soap and started working it into her hair, making sure to cover every inch of it. He continued cleaning the back of her ears and her neck before moving down, doing her slender arms and back. He reached her front, and as he softly massaged her soft tits very gentle moans escaped her lips, just low enough for the other girls not to hear. They were busy rubbing down each other, giggling as each of them explored the others nubile body.

“Hey girls,” Frank said, gaining the attention of Claire and Emily. “Be sure to cover this bit too,” he said as he reached down between Kayla’s ass cheeks. The girl was surprised but stuck her butt out even further soon after, now moaning audibly. The other two followed Franks directions and the giggling soon became louder, intercepted by soft moans. Frank focused his attention to Kayla’s most private parts, teasing the girl.

“Are you looking forward to the spit, Kayla?” he said.

“Yeah, ooh, I really am!”

“Do you know where it will go?”

“Mmh.”

“Where?”

“In my butt.”

“Here?” Frank rested his finger on her hole, putting just a little pressure inwards.

“Yeah, It’ll go up there and through my tummy until is comes out my mouth!”

“Kinda like this?” he said and thrust his finger up her tight tushie.

“Ooh, mmm,” Kayla moaned, biting her lower lip seductively.

“Feels good, right? It’s not even close to the real thing though.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait!”

Frank pulled his finger out and moved on to her legs.

“Hey, why did you do that?” Kayla exclaimed, disappointed by the development.

“Claire and Emily are almost finished, so we have to move on, honey. There’ll be more later though, you just have to be patient.” He rinsed her off with water, and they moved on to the next point on the program, shaving. None of the girls had shaved before, and they found the process exciting. Frank also finally got to see their little pussies bare, and it was a marvelous sight. He also shaved their legs and arms, and after a final shower to rinse off the hair the girls were ready for cooking.

 No.17568

Chapter 4

When Claire entered the big, shiny kitchen she was greeted by five chefs, all clad in pristine white chef uniforms. They greeted her, shaking hands and telling her what an honor it was to meet her, and how lucky she was to get selected to be a prime meat girl. They all admired her body, squeezing her thighs, arms, butt or even her tiny tits. The last to introduce herself was the head chef, Susan, an attractive woman in her thirties, with dark hair and a curvy figure.

“What a lovely meat girl!” she said as she greeted Claire. The girl smiled, enjoying being the centre of attention for everyone in the room.

“Looks like a prime candidate for an oven roast, don’t you think?” Frank asked.

“Oh absolutely, Frank, I’m getting hungry just looking at her. Just come with me, Claire, we’ll get started right away. The first thing we’re going to do is cover you with butter, and I really mean all of you. Just stand here and let us do the work!”

The chefs went to work on Claire’s body, coating her with generous amounts of butter. Of course, special attention were paid to her tits, her pussy, and her sweet little ass. When Susan said all of her, she really meant it, and the chefs even coated the girl’s face and her feet. One of the chefs brought forward a giant pan, big enough to hold the entire girl.

“Climb into this, please,” Susan said, and Claire did as she was told. Once in the pan, she was lifted up on the counter, to allow the chefs easy access to her body. “Now, if your breasts were a little bigger we’d stuff them, but they are just so round and perfect on their own, so I think we’ll leave them just as they are,” Susan said while squeezing Claire’s right tit. “We’ll definitely put stuffing here though,” she said as she groped the girl’s pussy. “We might even put something in your backdoor,” she said with a sly smile as she let her finger run over her ass. “You ready?”

“Absolutely!” Claire said, eager to get started for real.

“Great! Just lay on you back like you’re doing now, but grab your legs and pull them back towards your head.” The position exposed the girl’s private parts almost obscenely, allowing anyone full access to her holes.

“I don’t need to think about it, these people are professionals,” thought Claire, though she still found the position a little humiliating.

“Good girl!” Susan said. “Don’t worry about feeling shy, we’ve seen everything many times before.” This calmed the girl a little, and she relaxed, trying to get as comfortable as she could. “We’re going to stuff your little girly parts full of stuffing now. We’re starting with your womb, which means we have to feed a tube past your cervix. It will hurt a bit, but only for a moment. OK?”

Claire nodded. The chefs were holding a strange looking device, with a narrow tube at one end connected to a pouch of some sort on the other end. “That must be where they keep the filling,” Claire reasoned. The chefs coated the tube with butter and inserted it into Claire’s virgin pussy. It was narrow, and slid in easily, until it stopped when it hit the cervix.

“Hold on Claire, this is going to hurt a bit,” Susan said right before she thrust the tube right through the cervix.

“Aaah!” the girl screamed. “That didn’t hurt a little bit, that hurt a lot!”

“Sorry darling, but we got through. You’re such a good girl! We’re starting the filler now.” Claire felt something cold enter her tummy, and realized it had to be the stuffing. The pain had quickly faded to a dull ache, and her sense of wonder took over.

“What’s the stuffing made of?” Claire asked?

“Well, it’s onions, sage, breadcrumbs and a whole lot of butter of course,” Susan replied. “We’ve filled your womb up now, can you feel it?” Susan grabbed the girls hand and guided it to her lower abdomen where a small, hard bump had formed. It was barely visible, but for Claire it felt very different.

“My tummy is so hard there!” Claire said. “And I can feel the bump! It’s as if I’m pregnant!”

“Indeed it is, darling, you literally have a food baby inside of you!” Susan replied with a giggle.

Claire seemed to have forgotten about the pain for now, and laughed merrily at Susan’s joke. The team of chefs removed the feeding tube from her pussy, and replaced it with a much thicker one for filling up her vaginal canal. Claire felt it going into her pussy, rubbing against her inner walls.

“Mmm, that feels good!” Claire said, in between soft moans. The stuffing filled up her pussy, expanding the girl’s vagina. It pushed against her abdomen, and it was really starting to look like she was pregnant.

The filler worked its way downwards, and before long Claire was filled up with tasty stuffing. When Susan removed the feeding tube from her opening some of it gushed out, and every slight movement Claire made pushed on the stuffing.

“We’ll have to plug you up, darling!” Susan said.

“Are you going to stuff a big onion in there or something, to hold it all in place?” asked Claire.

“We’re going to do one better, we’re going to sow up your opening, so nothing can get out. It will make your labia nice and crispy when you’re done cooking.”

“Won’t that hurt? I really don’t like needles.”

“It’ll hurt just a little bit, right … now” Susan said as she stuck a syringe into Claire’s groin, right beside her clit.

“Ouchie!”

“Good girl, now you won’t feel a thing when we seal you up!”

One of the chefs found a needle and thread and went to work on Claire’s labia, and it was true; even when a few drops of blood trickled down her lips she didn’t feel a thing. The result was a tight seal that would keep all the stuffing in place inside the girl. Susan held a mirror in front of Claire’s sown shut girl parts. “It looks yummy!” she said, admiring the chefs’ remodeling of her crotch and the clearly visible bump from her pussy up to her lower abdomen.

“You’re almost ready for the oven now, darling. Just a few finishing touches to go. Can you stand on all fours for me?” Susan said, and the girl eagerly obeyed. The experienced chef used her hands to guide the girl into the desired position, with her tummy curved downwards and her ass sticking up high. Susan took a rather large carrot, and carefully guided it into the girl’s puckered booty. The anesthetic had done its job, leaving her sphincter relaxed enough to accommodate the foreign object, swallowing it until only a small, green bush was sticking out between her asscheeks. The last thing to do was to cover Claire’s head in an insulating cap to protect her hair, shave off her eyebrows with a small electric razor, and give her another round of more powerful anesthetics, this time in the arm. Susan took up the mirror again, and held it in front of Claire’s face. She laughed when she saw her reflection, without eyebrows and wearing a silly looking cap. At least she looked like a proper meat girl, and she was ready for the oven. It was custom-built and could accommodate her entire length, so all she had to do for the final prep was to lay down flat in the pan, and let the chefs put generous amounts of vegetables around her.

Claire went into the oven, though it wasn’t warm yet. Putting her into a preheated oven would send the poor girl right into shock, which would be terrible for her meat. Claire heard the fans start turning, and soon after warm air blew against her soft skin. It felt like a hot summer day, when the ground would warm up the wind so that it felt no cooler than the air around. The girl enjoyed it while she could, after all it was about to get a lot hotter. The warm air dried out her throat and nose, and she began breathing with her mouth in an unconscious effort to cool down her body.

Susan peaked into the oven after a few minutes, and it was clear that the girl was starting to feel the heat. The anesthetics would alleviate most of the pain, but her body would still react to the heat. Her little chest was rising and falling rapidly and her face clearly showed discomfort. Susan knocked on the glass, and the girl turned her head towards her.

“Are you okay in there?” she yelled in order for the girl to hear her through the glass.

“My butt is on fire, but I’ll get through it!” she stoically replied.

“Hang in there, you’re going to be so tasty!”

The statement cheered up the girl, and it was a small relief knowing that her suffering would make her delicious. She would feed a lot of people and make them very happy. She thought of her parents, who had been very pleased with the money they had been given, and proud that their daughter would give herself to such a selfless cause. She thought of her sister, who could finally get that new toy she wanted. Knowing this made her happy, though the realities of life in the oven was about to catch up to her.

The heat levels had gone from uncomfortable to painful, and it was only going to get worse. She noticed a fog forming on her vision, and it hurt every time she blinked. Her eyes had dried out and was starting to cook, blinding her. Claire decided do keep her eyes closed so that she had one less kind of pain to worry about. Her nose and mouth were burning, the inner flesh exposed to the hot air every time she took a breath. The air continued down into her lungs, burning her throat on the way down and damaging the tissue responsible for giving her oxygen. She felt dizzy and her head hurt. Pain was also coming from her crotch, especially her clit. Only a small hood of flesh separated it from the scorching heat, and more and more of the plentiful nerve receptors were sending signals of agony to her brain. Quite a few of them bypassed the effect of the painkillers. The brain itself was also starting to cook, disorienting the girl and slowly but surely fading her senses away. She still had somewhat of a sense of smell though, as the butter was reacting with the heat and her skin, giving off a delicious smell of cooked meat. “I’ll be delicious, I’ll be delicious” the girl repeated to herself as a mantra to get herself through her pain. Her body temperature kept rising, effectively giving her a lethal fever. She was hyperventilating and her heart was in overdrive, but Claire didn’t react to it as she was slipping into unconsciousness. With a final “I’ll be delicious” her mind effectively ceased to exist, leaving only her basic vital functions. Her breathing slowed, and as less and less oxygen got to her heart, it shut down. By the time of her first basting, Claire had already met her demise.

 No.17569

>>17566 I've honored my part of the deal, so I'm excited to read your part!

 No.17572

This is brilliant Loke! BTW, I'm tempted to write something about the goings-on in that "simple kebab shop across town" lol. If I do, it'll likely have a different vibe to your and Mr. Hyde's writings, as you might imagine!

 No.17574

>>17572 I would LOVE to see that!

 No.17575

I love it! The stuffing tube is s very good idea! Love how excited she is about being cooked too!

 No.17577

>>17574
It'll probably be a while, if ever. Apart from The Death Factory, I might be writing something over at FetNoir soon, too. I'll think about it idly for a while though, and hopefully inspiration might hit me.

 No.17583

>>17577 Yeah I wasn't exactly expecting you to post that story tomorrow, but even hypothetically it would be interesting to see your take on this universe. The wonderful stories of Mr. Hyde and my feeble attempt at one are very mild and cute, while your story is, well, it's gory alright! It does have it's cute moments though, like when Bob gently took Miyu's virginity (albeit while Emma carved her name into her arm). I probably forgot to mention it, but I really liked that part. It added depth to the torture, which I'm all for.

I might also add that Claire's death in this story is by far the least gory one, so stay tuned!

 No.17584

>>17583
>The wonderful stories of Mr. Hyde and my feeble attempt at one…

Too modest! <whispers> He may be a great writer, but I know which story I prefer…

>…are very mild and cute, while your story is, well, it's gory alright! It does have it's cute moments though, like when Bob gently took Miyu's virginity (albeit while Emma carved her name into her arm). I probably forgot to mention it, but I really liked that part. It added depth to the torture, which I'm all for.


That's interesting… When I wrote it, I was like, "Meh - she might as well get tortured a little bit, while she's being raped." And I didn't think much about it TBH. So I'm glad it worked for you!

Bob is such a nice guy, a real softy. He just has a penchant for splattering cuties.

>I might also add that Claire's death in this story is by far the least gory one, so stay tuned!


I certainly will. I like that your stories have a bit of an edge to them (compared to some other great writers around here who will remain nameless lol.)

 No.17586

>>17568
That was good.
When I read about her pussy being plugged with onion I was a bit disappointed that it will be something plain, but you perfectly guessed my fetish of pussy sewing :) In fact very appropriate method to use in this situation too :)
Stuffing of all kinds is also always welcome ;)

Thinking about what could be done better maybe she could spend a bit more time after being stuffed and waiting for being cooked.

Anyway, you still have 2 girls so I guess more waiting for what happens next ;)

 No.17588

omg I get back on and there are TWO updates! both so cute, and the belly swelling…. <3 that's also probably the best oven roasting i;ve read, love it!!

only problem is, now that you and Hyde have both pumped stuff out, it feels like I need to write again, curse you! ;) <3

 No.17636

Chapter 5

Kayla thrust her fingers deep into Emily’s pussy, pushing upwards to hit her g-spot. While they were waiting for the chefs to finish with Claire, the girls had been quite bored. Their conversation turned to their bodies, and since they were both nude one thing had led to the other. Now they were fingering each other to orgasm, exploring each others familiar yet different girly bits. Emily was fast approaching an orgasm, and just as she hit the peak the door opened and Frank entered. Emily immediately covered her breasts and crotch, while Kayla kept her body just as it had been, legs spread wide with each hand gripping a pussy. Emily grabbed the foreign hand in her vagina and dragged it away, embarrassed to have a man see such an intimate and naughty moment. Kayla responded with licking the redheads juices off her fingers. Clearly, this girl had no shame.

“Having fun?” Frank said after a few seconds of silence had passed. He had seen a lot in his time but this caught him off-guard, just the smell in the room alone immediately revealed what had happened in his absence.

“Mm, yeah” Kayla moaned while Emily’s face turned almost as red as her hair.

“Don’t worry girls, I won’t tell. I have to interrupt you though, you’re up next, Kayla.” The girls gave each other a final hug before Kayla bounced eagerly towards Frank. As Frank was about to close the door, he pulled a small plastic ball from his pocket and threw it to Emily. “Have fun!” he said and closed the door. Emily inspected the object, found what looked like a switch and pressed it. The ball started to vibrate and a steady humming sounded from its core. She instinctively knew where to put it.

“So this is for real now, huh?” Kayla asked as they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, in half an hour or so you’re going to be turning over the coals! Are you excited?” Frank replied.

“Of course, it’s just that there’s one thing I was hoping to do before, well, you know.” The usually cheerful girl appeared for a second to a little bothered, but suddenly she grabbed Frank’s hand. “I want you to fuck me.”

Frank flinched. Had Kayla just said what he thought she said? Frank felt a sudden rush of blood streaming towards his crotch.

“I want to know what it feels like, just once! Can you do it to me, please?”

Frank fell silent for a few seconds, a cascade of thoughts bombarding his head. It was a difficult dilemma, on one side having sex with meat-girls was at best frowned upon, and at worst illegal, and on the other side the little brown nymph turned him on to no end. He had almost nutted just from touching her earlier, and had came several times the previous night over the footage he had gotten from her in the shower. This was the one chance he had to turn his fantasies into reality.

“Fuck it,” he said, and dragged the girl into a nearby janitor’s closet. “We should still have a few minutes left before they’re done with Claire.”

Frank pulled a condom out of his pocket. He always carried one “just in case”, and this time it had paid off. He might be a man with questionable morals, but no one could say he didn’t take food safety seriously. His dick almost sprang out of his pants on its own.

“Wow, it’s bigger than I expected,” Kayla said, biting her lower lip seductively. She reached forward and grabbed it, and used her small hands to playfully and curiously squeeze and pull it. Frank almost came just from her touch, and he had to pull his member away to avoid jizzing all over her chocolate-colored body. He threaded the condom over his dick and maneuvered the girl into a position where her hole would be at the right angle and height, ready for penetration. He groped her pussy, running his fingers through the delicate and warm folds of flesh. Kayla was soaking wet, drops of girl-juice running down her thick thighs. There wasn’t much need for foreplay, which suited their tight schedule splendidly. Frank aligned his cock with Kayla’s pink opening, and pushed it inside.

“Ooh,” Kayla moaned as she was filled up with dick for the first, and last time of her life. She was tight for sure but also really horny, and Frank didn’t have to use much force at all to get inside her. He started thrusting gently, a little deeper with each push. It wasn’t long before he hit her cervix. Her pussy had swallowed two thirds of his dick by that point, impressive for such a little girl. Stopping for a moment to pace himself he reached for one of her tits and squeezed it, before trailing his fingers down to caress her smooth inner thighs and her delicious filet, currently impaled on his throbbing member. Slowly he started pumping in and out, building up a steady rhythm, and it felt just as amazing as he had dreamed it would. She gripped his member tightly, and even through the condom he felt the pleasurable unevenness of her inner walls. When he thrust into her she fucked him back, mirroring his movement. They savored the moment together as they both moaned in delight, groping and caressing each other all over.

“Wait, wait. Stop!” Claire suddenly exclaimed.

“What is it, is something wrong?” Frank said, a little out breath, surprised and a bit worried.

“Put it in my ass. I want you to fuck me there.”

“Woah honey, really? That might hurt a bit, are you sure?”

“Of course stupid, I need it! Please!” Kayla pleaded. Frank turned her around so her back was facing him, and tried to find a position that would allow him easy access to her back door. A few clumsy moments of maneuvering ensued before they were ready, Kayla awkwardly propped up between a ladder and a table, her legs spread and her ass sticking out temptingly. She cast a look back at Frank.

“Put it in already!” she commanded.

Frank had never been this horny, and even if Kayla had asked him to take it slowly he wouldn’t have been able to. He put his dick against her puckered, little hole, and with one motion he pushed the entire length of his dick into her.

“Uugh, oh god!” Kayla groaned. In her mind a big, metal spit had just been thrust into her ass. It hurt like hell, but it also turned her on like nothing before. She put her hand on her clit and rubbed it almost violently. Frank pulled his dick completely out before going in for another push. Her tush was so tight it almost hurt him, though that didn’t stand in the way of his pleasure. Gradually he increased his rhythm again, and as he did so Kayla moaned louder and louder. Someone might have heard, but neither of them cared by that point. Kayla came first, suddenly going completely silent before crying out in ecstasy. Her whole body spasmed and contracted. Frank could feel her inner muscles massage his member even more, and he couldn’t hold back much longer. A few thrusts later he came too. The orgasm overwhelmed him, and he barely managed to stay upright while spurt after spurt of sticky, white cum ended up in his condom. He rested for a moment, leaning towards the ladder with his dick still lodged in Kayla’s ass. He carefully pulled it out, revealing a gaping hole that slowly closed.

—-

“You’re late!” Susan said sternly when Frank walked into the kitchen, Kayla following in his steps. Susan gave Frank a sly smile though, she knew what they had been up to and didn’t dislike it. Happy and satisfied girls always tasted the best, and there were even rumors saying that sexual hormones did wonders for the meat. They still had enough time, so the head chef saw no reason to be more angry than she had to.

“It smells good in here!” Kayla said.

“It’s because of your friend Claire, she’s roasting in that oven over there!” Susan answered. Kayla ran to the oven and peeked inside. Sure enough her friend was inside, turning a light brown color and smelling absolutely delicious.

“Is she … dead now?”

“Yes, but she had a lot of fun in there before she went out!”

“I bet! She must’ve been in there for a while, she’s almost the same color as me now!”

Laughter ensued, and the chefs were charmed by Kayla’s sweet, curious, and oh so naive personality. They were on a schedule though, and it was time to get to work. The girl was placed on her back on a large, metal table. The first thing they did was filling her horny little pussy with stuffing in a similar manner as they had done with Claire. Kayla was going to move around a bit more during cooking, so she wasn’t filled up as much as her friend. She still had a noticeable bump above her pussy though, and she certainly enjoyed the stuffing process. Thanks to some painkillers she didn’t feel that much when they sowed her meaty pussy lips together, and she fancied the new look.

Unlike Claire, Kayla had some size to her titties, and the fat contained within them would melt when exposed to sufficient heat. Though it wouldn’t affect the taste, the appearance would certainly suffer. Therefore, Susan had decided to stuff them. The procedure was similar to that of a boob-job, a cut was made at the bottom of the breast, right were it met her ribs. The contents were scraped out with a heated knife, cauterizing the wounds and stopping most of the bleeding, though a streak of blood still trickled down Kayla’s chest and side onto the table below. Kayla found the process interesting. From her view she was spared from the goriest details, yet she could still clearly see the chunks of bloody fat tissue and mammary glands being pulled out of her perky tits, deflating them into a sorry state. Her mood rise though when the stuffing, made of cheese, toasted mushrooms, onions and fresh herbs were crammed into the cavities the excavations had left behind. The breasts swelled up again and were stretched to their maximum capacity. By the time they were stuffed full and the gashes in them sown shut, they were larger, perkier and rounder than they had ever been. In Kayla’s words, it looked like she’d had a boob job done.

“I’m sure all the ladies in the room will be envious of your tits tonight,” Susan said. Kayla smiled proudly, looking down to admire her modified boobies. “We should move on though. It’s finally time for what you’ve been waiting for!”

“Are you going to spit me now? Really? Oh my god, I’m so excited!”

“Just stand on all fours, put your ass up and out and we’ll take care of the rest.” Susan said while two of the other chefs came carrying a shiny, sharp metal spit. Kayla gasped when she saw it, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Now, the spit needs a little help getting inside of you,” Susan said as she poured some cooking oil into Kayla’s crotch. The girl squirmed when the cold oil hit her sensitive flesh.

“We’ll have to open you up a little before we can push the spit in.” Susan started working the oil into Kayla’s butt using her gloved hands and fingers. Kayla whimpered from pain as her activities with Frank in the janitor’s closet had made her butt sore. Still she knew that the spit would be even wider than Frank’s cock had been, so she relaxed as much as she could and tried to enjoy it. This moment was what it all had been building up to and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.

Susan felt the girl relax after a couple of minutes of gentle, loving massage. It was time to impale her. Susan peeled off the gloves and used her hands to guide Kayla’s body into the right position. She carefully lined up the tip of the metal rod with Kayla’s tushie, and instructed the two chefs holding the spit to start pushing. The tip disappeared into the brown body without much effort. When a couple of inches were in, Susan instructed the chefs to stop.

“Are you ready Kayla? Even though you’re on painkillers this will hurt,” she said.

“I’m ready. Push it in!” Kayla answered and braced herself for the pain.

The chefs pushed, and the tip breached the walls of Kayla’s guts.

“Aah,” the girl moaned, gritting her teeth. It ached terribly in her abdomen, and as the chefs pushed the spit into her the pain followed, creeping up through her tummy. It was much worse than Kayla had pictured, but she was determined to get through it. Frank stood by her side and stroked her hair, comforting her.

“You’re so brave!” he said. “It will get better, you just have to get through this part.” Kayla simply nodded, not feeling like speaking at the moment. The spit continued its journey through the girl until it suddenly met some resistance. This was a usual occurrence and the chefs knew what to do, but they also knew it wouldn’t be pleasurable for the girl. With a coordinated thrust they pushed the spit through whatever was in its way.

“Aaah!” the girl screamed in pure agony.

“Shh, the pain will stop soon. You’re doing so well!” Frank tried to comfort her, but to no avail. The girl cried and screamed, and more worryingly, started to squirm in a feeble attempt at escaping the pain.

“Please stop! Take it out again, I don’t want to do this! Please!” she cried, leaning forward to remove herself from the sharp metal embedded deep into her body.

“No no no, you have to stay still, Kayla! We’re almost there!” Frank cried at her. It didn’t help, and Frank had no other choice than to hold her in place by force, allowing the impaling to continue.

“Get off me! I want my mommy and daddy! I want it to stop!” Kayla cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face. The chefs ignored her pleas and pushed the spit further into her. “Nooo!” Kayla cried. She could feel new parts of her innards being pierced, the spit doing irreparable damage to her young, nubile body. The chefs expected the spit to come out into Kayla’s throat any second, but instead they hit a new obstacle. That was unusual at the current stage, and was definitely caused by all the squirming. The chefs had no choice but to push on through.

As they forced the spit deeper, Kayla suddenly went still, and so did the whole team of chefs. The girl could feel something was very, very wrong, more so than just having a spit running cleanly through her body. She felt a peculiar sensation in the back of her throat, and felt the urge to cough. But instead of air, she coughed up a mouthful of thick, dark red blood. With a retching sound it came flying out of her mouth, splattering the table below her with her vital fluid. She went right into shock, and unable to think straight she coughed again, even more blood gushing out her mouth, staining her lips a dark crimson. Some of it went through her nose, and from there it ran down over her lips and chin before ending up in the growing puddle on the floor. By the third cough she was bringing up slimy chunks of flesh, landing in her mouth before she spat it out.

The gruesome sight had taken the team off guard, and for a few moments they had simply let things unfold. They had to do something though, and decided to continue pushing the spit through, hoping to plug the leakage. Frank held Kayla’s throat still to grant the spit free passage, staining his white uniform strikingly red, but the poor girl only started thrashing and flailing even more as panic took over her mind.

Frank decided to take action, and although it broke his heart to do so he grabbed the longest knife within arms reach. He brought it to Kayla’s back, pointing it towards her heart. He paused for a second to get his aim straight, then in one swift motion plunged the knife through the back of Kayla’s ribs and straight into her heart. Kayla went still, then with some twitches her body finally relaxed. The remaining air in her lungs was squeezed out, and the last sounds to come out of her mouth were nothing more than grotesque, weak gurgles. With the girl finally still the chefs pushed the spit all the way through, and when it emerged from her throat it was colored a deep crimson, with bits and pieces of Kayla’s internal tissue still clinging to it.

 No.17638

>>17575
Thank you! Feel free to adopt the invention should you wish to do so.

>>17586
Thanks Onix, I always appreciate your input.

>>17588
Thank you! You definitely need to write again, no doubt about it! Always a pleasure to read your stories and comments.

 No.17645

>>17636
Fuck! That's incredibly hot, and the sex scenes are superbly written (well it all is TBH). I should probably take notes. Love your semi-con take on the skewering too, horrifically visceral and nasty!

You did ask for critique, and the only thing I would have liked even more, is some anatomical details of the "resistance" that the spike met. Maybe one time it's the diaphragm? Or some other tough muscle? I don't suppose it has to be strictly accurate - I mean who really knows, but those details would appeal to me. But OTOH, I know how time consuming (and kinda boring) researching all that stuff is, and maybe it's not really necessary for this story anyway.

 No.17647

Damn that was hot! Love the idea of stuffing the titties - just a little sad she didn't get to experience the feeling of being cooked.

 No.17650

>>17636
That was lovely, I always wanted someone to write a story about breast stuffing and finally it happened ;) and as usual, you got perfect context.
Maybe I am greedy but you could have spent more time on that procedure than just mention it ;)

Though the ending was a bit sad but still fine. It was pretty interesting to see this kind of story twist from comedy into reality ;)
Maybe just to make it less sad you could say in the story that it is too late to change her mind now because her insides are already torn apart.
But since it happened, I suspect it has to affect upcoming events somehow ;) Looks like cooks suffered horrible psychological trauma there too LOL

Anyway, even on that part, I like all that nasty gruesome stuff happening instead of just usual plain cartoonish skewering.
So I can just agree with Squunch criticism more gruesome details would be very nice.


One thing I don't like is that you do every girl separately it would've been much better if they could observe their friends being processed or even help.
But with that sort to ending, I kinda understand why you didn't.

 No.17651

>>17647
Oh great! maybe this my fetish will turn into fashion on gurochan ;)

 No.17663

>>17645
>the only thing I would have liked even more, is some anatomical details of the "resistance" that the spike met

Thank you for the feedback, I agree with you. One of the (many) things that I like about your writing is the really well researched details. As you said it is time consuming though, and I usually don't have a lot of time available for writing. Therefore, it's more rewarding to get the stories out quickly than to research every detail, perfecting it and releasing stories once every blue moon. It would definitely make it better, but it is kinda beyond the scope of my scribbling, at least for now.

I will research more for the next, final chapter though. Emily's death will not be as gruesome but will involve a lot of anatomy. I don't think I'll spoil any more than that…

I'm also really happy that you like the sex scenes. They are a big part of it all for me, and way too many snuff stories basically consists of "man touches clit, girl cums." There's a lot more to it than that…

 No.17664

>>17647
>just a little sad she didn't get to experience the feeling of being cooked.

Then I guess I was successful, since the premise of the chapter was to explore what happens when things go wrong in the kitchen and the girls don't get it the way they want. I'm glad you liked it.

 No.17665

>>17650
>it would've been much better if they could observe their friends being processed

I think that Emily would freak out if she was there to watch Kayla coughing up blood and gore all over the place. That would have made her difficult to work with afterwards! I also had the very minor sub-plot going with a little action between Emily and Kayla, that couldn't really happen if they were in a room with other people.

I see what you mean though, and maybe in a more "vanilla" story, where everything goes to plan and there is little pain involved, they might just get prepped and cooked together. For this story though, I don't think it would have worked, which you also commented.

I'm happy that you liked the story, and as always I appreciate the feedback.

 No.17675

>>17665
Yes I agree that you did everything right,
but on the second thought, it just came to my mind, that it is not necessary that all that stuff will freak out Emily. In fact, she may get even more aroused and willing that something similarly horrible will happen to her ;) especially if "her death will involve a lot of anatomy"

Anyway, this is just what came to my mind, not that I am demanding you to change anything.
It is very interesting to see what kind of stuff will happen with all that anatomy :)



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