Monica arrived at the supermarket with a half hour to spare. She beelined immediately for the frozen headless roasts. When she got there, she paused. She’d been just moments away from becoming one of these very roasts. If circumstances had been different, it would have been her body frozen and hanging upside down.

She ambled along the freezer section looking at the dead carcasses inside until she came across one that made her freeze in her own tracks. That tanline, those sculpted abs, those tiny perky titties, and that distinctively shaped pink pussy. It could only belong to Caroline.

Usually Monica would opt for an A grade girl for her Thanksgiving roasts. Caroline was a bit leaner than the kind of sow she usually got for the family, and the girl’s tits were smaller than what Kevin liked in a roast, but her fillet would more than make up for that.

Monica couldn’t resist picking her friend from the crowd of frozen cadavers. Her meat might not be perfect, but Caroline would make for a great story to tell around the table, and there was one thing that Monica knew about cooking was that food was as much about the stories told about it, as it was the preparation, cooking and presentation.

This would be the best story she ever got to tell at Thanksgiving for sure. She had the supermarket’s butchers thaw her out using the industrial microwave, and load Caroline into her car. Monica drove off with her prize in the family car.

Less than ten minutes later, she was in the kitchen at home stuffing Caroline’s pussy with cranberry stuffing. Her slick pink lips accepted Monica’s entire fist full of breading with a moist pop. Soon her rock hard belly was so full of stuffing that her corpse looked pregnant. It was Kevin’s mother’s own recipe, handed down to Monica when she married him.

Monica tied up Caroline’s legs in the fashion of a trussed turkey and moved her across into the preheated oven. She set the kitchen timer for two hours, and then set about fixing all the family’s favourite side dishes.

Ding, the oven timer went off
Monica removed Caroline’s perfectly golden-brown roast from the oven. She smelled simply divine.

The galley tray was nearby, so Monica trundled it over and rolled the meat across to it. She pushed it out to the dinner table and prepared it on a display anal stake. She slit her friend’s bulging belly, letting the cranberry stuffing spill out appealingly.

“Dinner’s ready, COME AND GET IT!” she yelled, and her hungry family came out to devour their feast.

They set the table and helped bring out the sides that Monica had made from the kitchen. They all sat down at the living room table, and said grace, even Tracey. Kevin had all his trophies out for the holiday. His mother, sister, aunt and ex wives all looked over the meal from their places as heads on glossy wooden plaques. The family taxidermist did such good work. They almost looked like they were still alive.

To think that if things had gone as planned today, her own head would already be mounted up there on that wall. Just another one of the Smith family trophies.

As Monica started to carve Caroline, she saw Tracey reach down and start to give her husband a handy under the tablecloth. Monica frowned a little. She’d have to teach this upstart slut about dinner etiquette. Her lack of discipline was upsetting her already.

Monica heaped slices of Caroline high on their plates, and by the time they were picking the last of the meat off her ribs, they were all stuffed full.