16 - Holiday Dilemma

Mr. Riggs watched as Elizabeth wriggled and squirmed within the heat of his oven. He had turned the temperature dial up much faster and a bit further than he had done during her previous stints within his device, and she was definitely feeling the effects.

Mr. Riggs was conflicted, deeply. His efforts over the past several months, all the time and care he had taken guiding and shaping Elizabeth, his work crafting and attempting to perfect his ovens, everything, had all been in preparation for this moment, and here he was, still undecided.

The problem was that, as appetizing a roast as Elizabeth made, and as much as he so very dearly wanted to taste her truly cooked flesh upon his tongue, he had managed to grow quite fond of the girl. Not just fond, but positively attached to her, in fact. He had become accustomed to her company during their afternoon sessions, and quite happy with how accommodating she had become as he tested his inventions with her willing flesh. Even the sensual pleasures they experienced each time after Elizabeth came out of his ovens were something he would dearly miss, now, if he went forward with his original plans.

The fact that Elizabeth had, thanks to the side effects of her pep addiction, lost dozens of pounds of excess fat, and gained almost an equal measure of smooth, supple muscle, in all the most aesthetically pleasing places possible, only compounded the matter. The girl had become, quite simply, beautiful. Her chubby face had leaned into a model's profile, and her waist, which had rolled with fat, had slimmed down and tautened up considerably. Her breasts, which had been generous before, seemed to somehow have escaped the effects of her chemical dependence, and jutted out proudly and plumply above her trim abdomen. Her rump and legs were magnificent, swelling with taught muscle in her buttocks, thighs, and calves, while still narrowing pleasingly at her knees and ankles, due to the apparently endless squats, thrusts, and jumps that Elizabeth had performed to burn off her pep infused energy each night.

What really pulled all of her attractive parts together into a stunning whole, however, was the fact that she hadn't yet entirely lost all of her body fat. There was still thin layer of it, covering her entire body, that smoothed out the newly expanded muscles of her legs, arms, and torso. Rather than looking like a professional athlete, with bulging muscle straining underneath veiny, tight skin, Elizabeth looked like a very fit, very plush, very attractive young woman at the peak of her youthful health.

Mr. Riggs stood frowning, looking down at Elizabeth, as an internal battle raged within him. His was the age old dilemma, which had beset many before him.

Mr. Riggs wanted to have his cake, but he also wanted to eat it too.

Elizabeth, had, by this time, ceased her squirming struggles for the most part, and appeared to have slipped into semi-consciousness due to the elevated heat she was being forced to endure. She still rolled back and forth slightly, and Mr. Riggs could hear her groaning at the temperature through the glass walls of his oven. Even now, he knew, he could simply reach in and remove her from the heat, and she would probably recover fully from the mild heat stroke, and marinade infused into her breasts and filet, that she was currently suffering.

Mr. Riggs reached out to the temperature dial on his oven, slowly and hesitantly, still pondering. He rested his hand on the knob for a few moments, considering the girl in front of him, at the possibilities lain out before her.

He hesitated for a moment longer, then Mr. Riggs twisted the knob all the way to its highest setting, deciding on the fate of his former student, now roast, and took his hand away.

What had finally decided the issue for Mr. Riggs was Elizabeth's dire addiction to the pep he had provided to her. She was completely attached to the powder, and Mr. Riggs knew that, with her dread at returning to her prior personality, she might never be able to shake its hold on her. He also knew that, given enough time, the perfectly sculpted body that she had now would wither under the influence of the mix of pharmaceuticals.

No, Mr. Riggs thought, Elizabeth was a ripe fruit, physically, mentally, and emotionally, that was ready to be picked. Even if he didn't, if he let her free of his oven to continue on with her life, she would eventually rot on the vine, either due to his pep or to simple age, her current perfection wasted forever.

Her entire prior experience and potential as a person, living a full life, weighed against her potential as a sublime roast to be eaten and enjoyed once, then discarded, Mr. Riggs knew that he had made the right decision. Elizabeth would cook. It was simply the only choice that made any sense.

Satisfied with his decision, Mr. Riggs turned from his former student for a few moments and picked up his phone, to send quick messages to several of his coworkers at the school, inviting them to an early holiday meal.