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Beer Battered, Roasted Wendy.

Wendy took another long sip of her beer as she leaned back with her elbows on the bar, all the while enjoying all the stares she was getting. Buck naked, leaning back so that her large, head sized breasts stuck out to either side of her freckled frame, she had her legs spread juuuust wide enough that everyone in the room had but just to look in her direction to see her pussy.

She was the star attraction for the entire bar.

Of course that wasn't all that was going on, she mused, as she idly played with the meat grade tag dangling from her nipple, a little triangular piece of plastic with a grade “A” logo on it. She was the evening roast, literally the roast. Like a turkey. The Bartender had a sense of humor, and with it being St. Patrick's day, a redheaded Irish girl like herself, tipsy and almost drunk off her feet, seemed the most “seasonal appropriate meal” for the bar's annual St Patties day party. She'd been enjoying the honey infused beer all night, specially made at the bar, and given an unlimited tab on them as she hung out naked after work. Course, this was all given to her just to give her that “alcohol infused flavor” when she finally went over the fire.

Alright, Wendy!” Called the bartender making her jump as she was letting yet another one of the bar's patrons squeeze her breasts, “Order up time!” The gruff man slapped the bar with his hand to signal her to climb up.

“Heh, sorry, man! Gotta go get stuffed.” Said Wendy, grabbing the man's wrist and pulling his hand off her boob. “If you want to keep groping them though, order one. Seriously! Not like I'm going to mind!” She hiccuped, and waved him off with a big drunken smile as she gave him a little push back with her mug hand. Putting her drink down, she hefted herself up onto the bar top, her large tits jigging and shaking as she kicked a leg up onto the counter. Below waist length red hair fell down all around her as she got her knees up over and then spun herself around onto her butt, feeling the wood squeak under her. Making sure to raise her leg up so everyone got the full monty, she finally reclaimed her beer mug.

“Alright, who's up for some fine. IRISH. LASS!” Yelled Wendy, raising the mug over her head causing the brew to slosh over its sides. There was a cheer from the crowd as she chugged back another shot of the beer and then leaned back, setting the mug down behind her head so as to make her chest thrust out enticingly for a moment. “Alright, how are we doing this?” Asked Wendy flipping her head back up and kicking her leg idly, making sure to thrust out her pussy for the view of the crowd.

I got THIS special order from your boss.” Said the Bartender, his beard moving about the only thing that, could, be seen moving on his face as the man in the lumberjack shirt talked. He thumped down a large machine, easily the size of a smaller cooler, but judging by the fact it nearly knocked Wendy off the counter when he set it down (a little easier with her as drunk as she was), it weighed a hell of a lot more. A spout like a funnel was on the top of the machine, and what looked like a piston in a clear tube, half filled with stuffing already, visible on the side, took up much of it. All this leading up to a large hose with a head similar to a fire hose's, wide at the bottom with a thick two inch ring, then slimming down before flaring out into a big round head. Pure silver in color, the head was easily bigger then Wendy's fist.

“Stuffing machine. Swiss made. I trust the Irish to make my beer. I trust the Swiss not to screw up what I use to serve it.” Said the bartender with a deep chuckle as he tapped the device with his finger.

“Duuuude.,,,” said Wendy staring amazed at the size of the thing between her legs as she regained her balance. The hose was dangling right in front of her pussy, just a little bit of it hanging off the little spindle it wound up on, but seeing it next to her exposed pussy she could only voice her thoughts aloud as she stared. “Is that even going to FIT?”

“Don't worry, it says it fits all sizes! Besides... we need it big with what we're going to be doing with you!” Said the Bartender, laughing and banging his hand on the machine, almost making Wendy fall off the counter again. “ Can't have it popping out now! Now, just slide back and I'll get you set up!”

“Jeez, sure thing, Dude.” Said Wendy, carefully sliding back onto her elbows and trying to make sure her hair didn't caught under her, as she continued to stare at the device with drunken amazement. She was now spread eagle for all the bar to see, her large nippled tits, flopping to either side of her chest, as the fat breasts were bent to gravity's whim, and her freckled pussy jutting out for the menacing hose head and audience. As she looked down between her two breasts, she could just make out the “stuff me I'm Irish” she had written across her stomach earlier, with a big arrow pointing down to her pussy, as a joke of course, and chucked to herself that it was never so spot on as right now.

“Alright, I just jimmy the thingy here, and pop this and....” There was a loud bang as the machine started up, shaking the entire bar and making Wendy's tits jiggle as the pump started. The machine was pumping, just warming up though, as it wasn't making it come out of the hose just yet as it shoved the stuffing into a closed door, repeatedly. There was a dial on the side and a switch to raise the door, so it wouldn't start shooting till it needed to be, and Wendy cocked her head curiously as she looked at the dial and saw it had various “settings.” She was interrupted from reading what any of them were though as she felt the bartenders huge fingers press into her pussy lips and spread.

Blessed with a large clit, and a nice set of thick outer labias to either side of her pink snatch, Wendy looked on in wonder as the bartender picked up and brought the silver hose head down to her pink pussy and shoved it against the opening. Her hips raised as he made several hard shoves, squishing against the moist folds, and making her gasp and wiggle her hips as he wiggled it as well against her opening. Left and right and back again until the smaller tipped “head” popped in, the weight and force sank her down quickly to about half of the head's long base.

Still she didn't have a moment to kick back as she let out a loud “Holllllly shi

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” as he pukked the hose back a little, and then shoved the hoses head back hard, causing her to slide a little on the bar, hips twitching and rising up, as he gave the thing one last, hard, shove, straight back to her cervix. After a moment of being transfixed there, feeling the cold metal pressed deep into the puckered ring of her womb's entrance, her lower body pretty much entirely supported by the things tip, it popped thru into her womb with an audible pop to the bar's crowd. Her body spasmed with shock and pleasure, as her pussy gripped down hard where it had slid down to the head's base as the bartender let her ass drop back to the counter with a jiggle.

“Whoa, THAT was... intense...!” Thought Wendy, her hips bucking slightly as she felt the hose shuddering with the pumps low vibration. She could see right between the I and the r on the “Irish” written on her fit stomach, a small quarter sized bulge where the head of the device was jutting into the top of her womb. Her pussy twitched frantically as it tried to make sense of what was going on with something that big going into her and especially thru her cervix. The entrance to her cunt was stretched wide enough around the bottom ring of the hose head to be stretched taunt around it, her large clit jutting out hard into the air! There was no way in heck that thing was popping out anytime soon, not without probably having to have someone drag her a few feet across the bar.

“Alright... Dude, so what's next?” asked Wendy, doing her best to prop herself into a more comfortable position on her elbows. A normal girl would be panting and near insensate, but the tomboyish, and still quite drunk, Wendy just she looked down onto her now over stretched snatch with fascination. She was amazed that the thing even fit in her, and now they were gonna stuff her! She was going to have to inflate like a balloon if that was the case, she thought. She grinned as she realized the entire bar was crypt quiet, save for some bad music on the record player playing, and too this she just stuck out her tongue at the staring crowd for giggles, before taking a sip of beer from her mug (that she had to struggle a bit to reach).

“And now... THIS!” Said the Bartender, grinning as he casually flipped the switch and turned the nob, leaning closer on the bar as he timed it for the exact moment Wendy put her mug down.

”Waaugh!!!” Wendy's cried in surprise, her hips shooting up again and she slipped a down on her elbows as, suddenly, the entire hose vibrated chaotically inside her. Each pulse coming with a loud thumping noise as the device started audibly chugging harder. Whatever setting it had been on before was obviously just the “warm up” she realized as her arm shot out, trying desperately to grab the edge of the bar to haul herself up a little as her legs squirmed in front of her.

The feeling of the pump was bizarre as well, something she has been entirely unprepared for. She figured the thing would just fill her to near bursting, but instead, bursts of air kept hitting the back of her womb, hard, just to apparently be sucked back into the hose and be shot out again as the thing pulsed. Soon it finished sucking the stuffing out of its bin and into the empty hose and began jettisoning it up into her, the heavier stuffing remaining in the pump as the air sucked back out. Wendy trembled, her mouth agape, gasping, as she could see the part of the hose that was the actual hose and not just the head, inflating slowly as the stuffing rose more and more thru it till it reached her pussy, and then a moment later, feeling cold, room temperature stuffing, hit the back of her cunt.

“H-holy..!” Said Wendy, gasping as more stuffing began to fill her womb. Not meant for this type of abuse, her womb already felt flooded and full as the small bulge grew a little bigger, and then a lot bigger, but it began to stretch, to accommodate, as more and more of the stuffing was forced into her with each shudder of the pump. Her pussy on the other hand was gripping and grabbing around the head of the hose like mad, trying its best to shove or keep it in her, as she felt like she was going to cum from just that already. Not that it had a choice in the hoses positioning in her, it was stuck tight, her walls feeling the force of each push of the stuffing against them as they were forced to hold the hoses head in her for it.

“And that, my lads and lassies, is Swiss machine smithing at its finest.” Said the bartender matter of factly, grinning and turning the nozzle up slightly again, making Wendy arch her hips up high again, just as she was starting to get “used to it.” Raising up on her hands, she tried to instinctively escape the device's onslaught as her belly started to bulge outwards even more.

Still drunk, though definitely sobering up a little from essentially being a stuffed turkey, Wendy's breathe came out ragged as her belly expanded another three inches with stuffing, her hands barely keeping her up right as they slipped and slid on the counter top.

“Oh, god! I'm cumming!!!” Yelled Wendy, crying out as she grabbed at her stomach with one of her hands, then at her pussy, and then the hoses base. Falling back onto one of her elbows, and then onto her back as she looked down in amazement at her rapidly rising belly as her pussy did its best to wring the hoses head off.

“Want me to turn it up higher?” asked the bartender grinning as he watched the girls hips arch, her hands falling away to grab the counter on either side again, still cumming.

“Oh, god, YES!” Said Wendy, feeling her womb stretch and pulsate with the thick stuffing. She could feel the crowds eyes on her as her huge tits jiggled, freckles and all with each movement of her body. She felt her body cumming from being stuffed, and being watched as it did so only made it all the more erotic for her spurring it on even harder. The bartender snickered and pushed the dial up to its max, and she felt the thing pretty much roar to life, thumping and vibrating against the table with its thrusts, vibrating her bones thru her ass cheeks, and her stomach now expanding inches at a time, one months pregnant, two months pregnant, three.... four...

She felt like she was going to burst as she felt her womb stretch to what had to be her limit, like it was genuinely going to burst at any moment. She could see the writing she had put on her belly stretched wide across the bulge in her stomach, and the pump trying vainly to slam more of the stuffing into her, with naught the power to actually do the deed, before the bartender throttled the thing down, making sure she was good and fully stuffed before turning it off with a click.

Panting, Wendy could only laugh as she ran her hand over her face and gasped as the bartender gave her bulging stomach a hearty slap. The bulge barely indented as he quipped, “Now there's a stuffed bird.”

“I-I'll say that again! Said Wendy panting, but still grinning as the bartender put one hand on her belly and then with a hard yank, and then another hard yank after that that felt like it was turning her cervix inside out, the head of the device pulled out of her with an audible sucking noise. The silver nozzle slid out of her easily once the base was out and the head pulled clear of her cervix. She pushed herself up to watch as best she could over her new stomach bulge, as she felt the pressurized stuffing fall partially out of her pussy, but with her cervix slamming shut behind it, even with her over stuff womb, it found itself mostly trapped and she remained just as taunt and full as before.

Poking the stuffing with her finger and tasting it, having to feel where her pussy was she her bulging stomach blocked her veiw, she marveled at her newly stuffed belly, her bellybutton even having turned into an outie sometime during the process. “Man, I AM, TOTALLY, a stuffed bird now aren't I? If there was ever a doubt Irish girl was on the menu I guess its gone now!” Said Wendy laughing as she looked at the crowd and poked again at her stomach playfully.

“And now the coop-degrac!” Said the bartender, pulling out two large corncobs from below the counter.

“Oh jeez.” Said Wendy looking shocked but not displeased, “You really aren't going easy on me are you, haha.” She grinned, leaning back, feeling her heavy tits roll back to either side with her as she spread her legs and her pussy with her hands.

The motion caused the stuffing to fall out a little more, but she managed to arch her back a little to get her ass and cut up higher as she watched the bartender from between her tits and legs angle the corn down and then to her surprised shove one of them up her back end making her gasp, spinning it till it was at least a half a foot deep into her and making her feet curl. Before she had a chance to adjust, the other one went into her pussy, using the one in her ass as a handle as he shoved it in hard, making her grin and eyes go wide at the double intrusion.

Her pussy spamsed some more, not that had ever rally stopped, already on the edge from the stuffing, and as she looked at the crowed, watching as her ass dropped back onto counter, shoving the corn cob back harder into her ass. She could feel the ribbed vegetable grinding into the wall operating that one from the one in her pussy, as she came again from the sheer raunchiness of the whole thing, feeling her cum soak into the pussy stuffed stuffing.

Wendy let her head roll back, , her body going limp, legs spread as she panted, massive tits heaving. It was too bad she was going to roast, she thought as she fought for her breath back! She could TOTALLY get into doing this, every night, if possible, if she didn't have to go turn into a fire roasted bird in a minute.

She grinned, “Totally worth it.” She said, now entirely limp on her back across the bar. She weakly groped around for her mug as she felt the feeling coming back to her limbs, and took another drink from her beer, laughing as she accidentally got it up her nose for trying to, while still drunk, angle it right to drink laying face up.

“WhuuA??” Sputtered Wendy as she suddenly felt herself rise up, off the bar, hacking as she got the beer down the wrong pipe.

“Hah! Sorry Wendy!” Said the Bartender as he lifted the girl up in his arms, her tits mushing into her legs and stomach. “Didn't mean to get you mid drink, but its getting a tad late, so its onto the next bit...!” The Lumberjack shirted man laughed, Wendy' coughing again at the same time her corn cobbed stuffed cunt and womb twitched as the vibrations went thru her. Looking back she saw what the man meant as he brought her over to the cast iron pan she was going to be roasted in. Right next to the somewhat roaring fire in the center of the room she was also going to be roasted on.

The fire was big for an indoor one, about the same as a campfires, but wider, so it encompassed the entirety of the metal grate that was the bar's grill. The grill was used only for special occasions, such as “roast Irish stuffed bird-with-red-hair-named-wendy” day. Though to her credit she was definitely the first bit of girl meat that was ever going to be roasted in the bar, much less a whole girl. She bet that'd take awhile to match up too.

The cast iron pan was actually on a bit connected to the grill, slightly off from the fire, but still close enough to be getting warmed by it, which Wendy realized as the Bartender put her down into it. The rough iron pan, hard as a rock, as her butt attested to it, was already almost unpleasantly warm, as she landed a little hard in it, her beer sloshing in the mug and dribbling on her. She looked apprehensively at the fire for a moment before taking another drink of her beer and laughing, kicking off her worries. If she was going to roast she was gonna roast, so she might as well enjoy it.

“Alright dudes and dudettes, who's ready for some Irish breast meat or a leg!” Yelled Wendy laughing as she raised her mug and a leg up into the air, her tits jiggling above the bulge in her stomach reading “Stuff me I'm Irish.” to the cheer of the bar. Throwing her legs up she looked back at the bartender who nodded, and then with her long hair pooling in the pan alongside her, she laid back, her head and chest slightly raised up by the pots curve along with her legs.

Her large freckled tits hung to either side of her now, meat tag dangling and them overlapping her arm so that the sides of them jutted just slightly out past the edge of the pan by a good couple of inches,. Her ass and cunt just barely kept inside the pan, and her head, angled up as it was was just barely behind the ridge behind her all neatly tucked in. Her legs were way to far out, jutting out to either side, those would burn if they hung loose, so she made a point of pulling them up, knee to knee around her stomach, and hugged them, squishing her breasts and stomach bulge between them, and them between her arms, and of course her beer mug.

“How's that...?” Said Wendy looking back. She could feel the eyes on her corn cob stuffed pussy and ass as she held her pose.

“Perfect just one more thing....” Said the bartender, as he raised a barrel of... something she couldn't quite see before it suddenly sploshed it down all over her.

“Ack! What the heck!” Said Wendy nearly jumping out of the pan, but laughing none the less. Her skin was now covered in some sorta of glossy liquid, sticky too as she felt her nipples stick to her legs and her thighs to her breasts.

“Special basting sauce, honey beer, just as you been drinking, extra extra honey though, for a sweet girl like you.” Said the bartender grinning, smoozing the redhead a little for the fun of it, and putting the still somewhat filled barrel to the side. “Don't want you burning at all now do we...?”

“Aww, that's so.... “ she stopped for a moment and licked her finger tasting the thick honey baste, “sweet and alcoholic apparently...!” She laughed.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” Said the bartender chuckling so deeply it sounded like his chest was vibrating as he raised his hands to catch the crowds attention, “Its time for the special event tonight...! Its now time... for a good ol' Irish roast!” He grinned, and bending over Wendy's shoulders, pausing for a moment for flair, and then with a held breath from Wendy, shoved the pan with one quick motion off the side table and onto the grill proper with a thump rivaling most thrill rides.

Wendy immediately felt the heat of the fire on her nipples, the large silver dollar sized aeroles and nubs jutting out over the pan with a not unsubstantial amount of her breast flesh, forced out even more as they squished between her legs and arms. The fire had easy access and it didn't take long before the flickering flames danced below the now roasting meat ,causing the skin to feel like it was beginning to burn and shrink before the heat.

It would still be a bit before the pan she was in itself would begin to heat up, so Wendy clutched her legs tighter to her chest as she felt her nipples sting and her huge breasts cook. Wincing she just was about to take a sip of her beer, drinking in the liquid courage as she braced herself for the inevitable, when suddenly a mug came down next to hers, and with a grin between the two she toasted with the bartender. If she was gonna roast, she was going to roast drinking after all.

Even over a fire it takes a long time for meat to cook, and with Wendy being a full girl, and with tits her size, it took awhile before the pan heated up enough that she began sweating decently in earnest as her breasts began to roast in full. Her breasts once a pale white, dotted by her many freckles, began to grow an angry red as the exposed undersides of her tits and the bottoms of her nipples began to brown and blacken a little where the fire reached them between the grills bars.

Always mischievous and an adventurous girl, Wendy didn't remain idle during the time either, taking a few seconds to rub her nipples and get her meat tag jingling here and there as she squeezed her breasts with her legs, to the leering eyes of the crowd. She even made a point of reaching out between her legs to “adjust” the corncobs in her to the delight of the watchers.

Her skin also needed to be constantly re-basted where it jutted out over the fire, and the bartender allowed the various patrons to take a brush and coat her large breasts with honey, or pour some more beer over her body to Wendy's delight, so that she was always glistening between her sweat and the beer and a little wetter below. A constant drip of fat, sweat and honey dripped and ran down her breasts and into the fire, rendering both Wendy and the bar goers transfixed minutes at a time.

A half hour into the roasting, as Wendy started finding it harder and harder to breath, and the pan had become uncomfortably hot for awhile now, her skin becoming flushed and red, and her tits a darker brown the farther they were from their bases, the bartender finally came up with a knife and grilling fork, tapping her on her damp with sweat and beer head. The redhead looked up, and saw the knife and fork, her eyes going wide, and then smirked.

“Time to carve the roast?” She quipped, her voice a little strained from roasting, but, letting go of her legs a little setting her breasts a bit more “free”, as well as preparing to lose a “turkey leg” or something like that. She knew in advance some of the patrons wanted their meat at different rarities... “drumstick or wing...?” She laughed. It hurt to be roasted, but it kinda had become background noise between the beer and the length of time she'd been in the pan, she was pretty sure she could deal with whatever he dished out at this point, and the whole thing still was making her randy.

“None of the above.” said the Bartender leaning over and poking at her meat tag with his fork, lifted it up with the prongs. “Some of the guests wanted some white breast meat, and was wondering if you' d part with it a little early! Looks like its getting pretty well done outside of the pan here...” He pulled the fork out of the tags ring and prodded her tit, and to Wendy's surprised she saw the fork push into the tender breast's meat more then felt it, clear liquid pooling from the holes, the sight making her pussy twitch.

Wendy shifted in the pot as best she could, forcing her breasts up with a slight jiggle as she got her arms under her butt and held her ankles so her legs were out of the way, but not into the flames. She coughed a little, but laughed, “Well we wouldn't want the guests to have to wait too long, so feel free to carve off as much breast meat as you want off this “turkey!” I've always had plenty to go around!” She grinned, the heat and pain of roasting making the idea of having her tits carved off almost nothing but a humorous and naughty concept at this point, as she shook her chest to make it jiggle a bit for the blade.

“If you say so...!” Said the Bartender, looking down at the young girls huge breasts. In cooking they had only gotten bigger, swelling as the heat rose inside them. The dollar sized nipples bulged from their spots on the fronts of her breasts, and the skin strained to contain the cooking meat. The nipples were a dark reddish brown now, and most of the breasts were near or getting to golden brown with only the areas nearest the bases not quite there yet. Out of view the bartender waved a guest over with a plate, already filled on one side with mashed potatoes and some veggies, and Wendy could see another guest behind that one and another behind that, but she was far more focused on her left breast as the Bartender brought the fork closer to her nipple.

“Alright, Suzie, you paid the most in the auction to get a nipple piece, right or left...?{ Said the bartender, poking one of Wendy's tits with the fork and the other with the knife.

“Er, right...!” said The middle aged woman, looking on with hunger but also apprehension, as the Bartender speared the breast slowly with his fork, sinking it all the way to the base of the prong, carefully gauging the reaction from Wendy. Before he sawed a two inch thick piece of steak from the front of her breast, the mound jiggling with the motions, before taking the entire nipple section off in one piece. Using the knife as a scoop, he slid the thick slab of it onto the woman's plate, the meat still steaming.

Wendy hardly felt anything more then a slight prick and a dull pain as the blade bit and carved thru her browns breast, her eyes watching as the huge brown nipple and several inches of tit came off and slid onto the woman's plate. She was so entranced watching the steaming slice that she missed the Bartender talking to the next guest until the fork was already going into the same mound lower down, and he began carving another two inch wide slab for a man this time.

She could see fat and mammary glands, surrounded by a ring of meat from the cut in her breast, her breast now about 1/3rd gone and the area where the meat had been severed steaming. She couldn’t help, but shake her chest a little curiosuly as the bartender slipped the steak onto the man's plate and wished him off, marveling at the feeling of lightness now that several pounds of tit meat had just been carved off her chest, her other large tit feeling massive in comparison, its still intact large nipple jutting out.

“Alright, that deals with the auction winners.” Said the bartender grinning down at the girl sympathetically as he saw her staring at her breast, “We'll just get both of them off the base now, and put them on the banquet table to pass out, no need to carve in slices for all of them.” He figured it was going to get a little more painful as he got down to the bases of the tits, and there was no need to make her sit thru that when he could just take them off whole sale, “Can you raise your head a little more, and your chest Wendy...?”

Wendy nodded, thrusting her chest up as high as she could, having to force it with her partially cook muscles, and feeling her tits bounce as she forced the back of her head down as much as she could and her shoulders out under her. Wendy greened as she watched the cooked meat stand out like “not so twin like anymore” mountains. The Bartender wasted no time, plunging the fork again into the first tit and bringing the blade down to the base. Wendy had to gasp this time, and held her breath as this time it hurt a little, the bases still a little rare as the knife cut thru them. She wiggled in the pot despite herself, the Bartender working as quickly as he could as the heavy breast flesh gave way and the bartender deposited the tit meat onto a tray just out of view with a large hearty thunk. Taking a deep breath, Wendy braced herself, feeling the fat and juice from the severed mammary run down her chest.

“Aaaaaand one more...” said the Bartender, spearing his fork thru the meat tag hanging from her nipple and pulling the whole breast up by it, the nipple stretching to support the massive meat attached to it. Knife against the base the Bartender made quick work of this one too, catching the severed breast with his knife at the base and the fork thru the tag and deposited next to its “twin” on the tray as Wendy finally relaxed, and slid back up to look at his work.

Next to her on a silver tray were both her breasts, freckled, one with its nipple gone, the other still pert and stiff, a meat tag reading “grade a” hanging from her... its nipple. Steam came from the two stumps now on her chest, juice leaking out from the semi cooked stumps as she tried to breath carefully to keep from aggravating the wounds and making them sting further.

“Hah!” Said Wendy wincing as she shifted, trying to watch as the bartender started to carve the breasts into steaks, tipping the intact one on its side, and with one hand on it, cutting it straight from base to nipple, “See what deal I was! Lets see a turkey with that much breast meat!” she smirked and despite the sting shook her now de-breasted chest for emphasis.

“Irish and alcholic to boot.” Said the Bartender tapping his knife on her pan as he finished carving the tits and then deposited them a few feet away on an banquet table loaded with other small food dishes, all side dishes for the main course. Immediately patrons flooded the table and speared piece of her tit meat and she smiled in amazement as she watched people of all ages and genders biting into thick pieces of what was once her breast meat even as her head began to swim from the heat and excitement of carving.

“Alright wendy, one last thing here...” Said the bartender walking back and looking over her, now somewhat limp in the pan as the heat started to come over her.

“Oh? Said Wendy having an idea of what was next. She pulled her legs up to her shoulders, as if to emphasize her corn cob stuffed pussy and ass.

“See your one step ahead of me..!” Said the bartender, swatting her ass with the flat of the knife, “Think we can get you to scoot that over the fire so It'll cook faster?”

Wendy grinned, and wiggled as best she could slowly inching her cunt ad ass over the edge of the pan, her head slinking into the pans recess till she was looking at the ceiling, all the while wiggling her ass and pussy in full view as she felt the heat lick under it.

It was another ten minutes before it had cooked, and with a knowing look as Wendy tried to stay awake as her body started to become a golden brown, the Bartender brought the knife and fork down, spearing a pussy lip and began carving around the girls puffy mound. The redhead watched in amazement from between her legs, now above her head in height, as she watched the entire blade of the knife sink into her body around her exposed pussy until finally, with a flick of his wrist the bartender pulled up the slab of meat, stuffed corncob and all, and slapped it onto a plate, Wendy able to see her brown and engorged clit peaking out over the rim, as stuffing fell out of the now gaping hole between her legs between the stumps of her tits.

Using a ladle, the Bartender scooped the utensil into the hole he had just made, and poured some stuffing onto the plate with it before passing it onto the guest just out of sight. Another one must have shown up as well, Wendy thought as she watched her legs shake as the Bartender began carving a large piece of ass, and she passed out finally, snickering as she watched another hunk of stuffing pulled out of her and slapped onto the plate and thought about how everyone was going to 'bite her freckled, irish, ass”.

End.