Michiru enjoyed playing with her lover's nipples, pinching and tugging them as Haruka watched their daughter cook, but with dinner starting in earnest she reluctantly had to stop. Gingerly, she picked up a bowl. Had each bowl not been topped with a nipple, and had she not seen the meal prepared with her own eyes, Michiru may have mistaken the strips of meat in front of her for beef or lamb. It smelled incredible. This bowl in her hand was what the night was all about, her beautiful daughter transformed into a beautiful dinner. Michiru pulled out the chopsticks and used them to grab the nipple.

Hotaru felt like the world had taken on a dreamlike quality as the pain overtook her. The shock of actually eating her clit had finally hit her and she felt almost numb as she watched her mama offer one of her freshly harvested nipples to Haruka papa. Her eyes refused to turn away, even as the waitress approached from the side with a meat cleaver. Hotaru stared as her mama teased her Papa with her fried nipple, offering and then pulling it away as her Papa went for it. It was something that she'd seen them do before, it was cute and romantic but seeing it happen now, knowing it was her body that her mama was using to tease her papa? Hotaru didn't know what to feel. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of stomach that solidified as her papa finally caught the tempting morsel in her teeth. She really was meat now, she realized as her papa crunched down on her crisp young nipple, driving home the fact that Hotaru's breasts, her entire body, was ruined and she would not be surviving the night.

Haruka moaned sinfully as she finally bit into her daughter's nipple. It was perfect. Crisp, slightly crunchy, and in texture almost like a french fry. It tasted incredible but of course that wasn't the best part. No, that was seeing her daughter watch as she savored the morsel that used to be part of her.

"Mmmm... you're delicious Hotaru." Haruka moaned around her daughter's nipple as she finished it off. "This is the best father's day gift you've ever given me." She added enjoying the way her daughter blushed cutely from the praise.

Michiru picked up a long thin slice of Hotaru's rump and waved it temptingly in front of her lover before taking one end and holding it between her lips. Michiru could just barely taste her daughter's wonderful meat. It was warm and comforting. Michiru smiled happily as Haruka bit down on the other end. They had been doing this for years with pasta, but it felt better now, more special, so share their daughter like this.

Hotaru's fried rump was succulent, almost melting in her mouth as she bit down and forward towards Michiru. There was something deliciously sinful about sharing their adopted daughter like this while she herself watched them do it. Bite by bite they grew closer and closer until finally their lips touched in a tender kiss. Michiru's tongue darted out to seek entrance past her lips and Haruka cleared the way. She could taste her daughter on her lover's lips and the thought excited her more than any fantasy she'd had before.

Haruka lost herself in the kiss.

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Meanwhile Haruka's adopted daughter, Hotaru, was lost in shock. She stared at her parents as they kissed around her body, or what used to be her body anyway... Hotaru watched uncertain what to feel as her parents shared a kiss around her fried rump. There was certainly shock of course, and fear, and despair as well, but there was also happiness and pride that her mama and papa really were enjoying her gift. Her uncertain state nestled in her chest, unhelped by the warmth that had been slowly growing in her pussy as she watched Michiru mama play with Haruka papa's own breasts and twat.

Hotaru didn't even notice as the waitress picked up a cleaver in one hand and one of her ankles in the other, preparing to slice off even more of her succulent meat.

Michiru and Haruka were both lost to the world, trapped together in an eternal moment framed by the kiss. With Hotaru dazed and confused by the same, the waitress took the opportunity presented to raise her cleaver high and bring it down, neatly slicing off Hotaru's left leg, and leaving a stump just below the edge of her bare clitless pussy.

Hotaru's cry broke her adoptive parents' kiss as her left leg was carved from her. There was no warning, one moment her leg was there, the next it was gone. Hotaru barely had time to process it before, with a wet thwack the clever came down again, this time taking her other leg with it.

Hotaru looked down stunned. Her legs were gone. She could see them sitting there in the wok, but they wouldn't respond to her will. When she tried to move them, the only things that moved were the tiny stumps, barely reaching past the edge of her damaged cunt, that were all that remained attached to her. Those tiny, bleeding stubs were all that was left of her once long and slender legs, the rest of them effectively converted into ham hocks with one brutal blow each.

Michiru, her kiss with her lover broken by Hotaru's yelp turned her gaze from Haruka to the spectacle in the wok. Hotaru was legless, her calves and thighs were laying in the wok next to her, but the way she was flailing in response to losing them had shifted them enough that it was clear they were no longer attached. Of course, this left them unable to block Michiru's view of her daughter's quivering muff. Michiru watched as the waitress traded out her cleaver for her ceramic knife and picked up one of her daughter's severed legs by its ankle. With a well practiced deftness the waitress began to carve strips of meat from the young girl's former flesh, letting them fall off the thigh and calf into the simmering wok.

“You're absolutely delicious Hotaru!” Haruka raved. “You're the best meal I've ever eaten!”

The fact that her papa was enjoying her was wonderful, but it was still difficult to smile over the pain. Hotaru forced a smile anyway. “Thank you papa. I'm glad you like my body, I hope you'll like the rest of me just as much!” she ended with a wavering grin.

“Hotaru,” Michiru began, eyeing her daughter's legless body, “how do you like being meat now? Watching us eat you?” Michiru asked curiously, but with a bit of hunger and lust simmering beneath the surface.

Hotaru's eyes widened in shock. She honestly wasn't sure how to answer that. Hotaru tried to smile through the pain. "I love it mama..." she answered, her voice trembling. "I love watching you eat... me." She added, her voice falling a bit at the end as it hit home once more just what she was watching her mama and papa do to her.

Hotaru knew she had a part to play. She wanted to make this the best gift Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama had ever eaten, and that meant putting on a show. Slowly she let her fingers drift to her clitless bleeding snatch, her skin slick beneath them as she rubbed her no-longer-secret place. "Do you like me, mama?" She asked, desperate to know that her body, that her final gift, was being enjoyed.

"You're incredible Hotaru." Michiru said with an enraptured smile drifting across her face. For a moment, Hotaru felt like her mama was talking about her, about the show she put on, about the incredible gift she was giving up, but it lasted only a single moment before Michiru continued. "I've never tasted anything as wonderful as you." Hotaru's heart dropped in her chest as Michiru clarified her daughter's worth, her eyed dipping down to Hotaru's abused cunt even as she picked up another slice of Hotaru's fried rump with her chopsticks. "I can't wait to taste your pussy..." she added longingly as she brought the piece of Hotaru to her lips and bit down, savoring the experience.

Tears gathered in the corners of Hotaru's eyes. It wasn't just the pain of frying, her mama, the woman who adopted her, who helped raise her, now thought of her as nothing more than meat, was now looking forward to devouring her precious place...

Hotaru didn't have long to sob before Haruka chimed in, her mouth still half full with slices of Hotaru's rump. "Mmmm... I'm... looking forward to that too..." she admitted with a lecherous grin, "what about you, Hotaru?" Haruka asked with thoughtless cruelty.

Hotaru trembled, she knew what she had to say, and it was too late to back out now. With her legs sliced apart around her and her bottom already fried and served all backing out would do was ruin her papa's special night.

"I can't wait to serve you my cunny papa!" Hotaru exclaimed with false cheer. "I hope it tastes good when you and mama share it..." she added.

"I'm sure it will Hotaru," Michiru reassured her, "but just in case, now that your legs are out of the way, why don't you show us what we're in for?"

Hotaru's eyes widened in terrified shock. She looked like a deer in the headlights. She wasn't sure how much of Michiru-mama's request was serious and how much of it was her asking so that Hotaru would put on a better show, but either way, Hotaru couldn't exactly refuse.

Her back burning as it fried, Hotaru looked down at the junction between where her legs used to be. "You mean... show you my cunny?" She asked, her voice trembling almost as much as she was.

"Yeah!" Haruka agreed, "Spread that tiny twat of yours and show us our next course."

"O-okay." Hotaru agreed nervously as she reached down with both hands to touch her cunt. The puffy outer lips of her snatch were slick and slippery. The combination of cooking oil and the trickles of blood from the gash where her clit was brutally torn from her and from her burst hymen were making it extremely hard to get any purchase on her privates, but Hotaru persevered. After all, there wasn't much else she could do now, was there?

Slowly her fingertips slid into the entrance to her abused slit, pulling it apart for her parents to see. Her inner walls were a soft pink, where they weren't covered in her virgin blood, and to Hotaru's relief they were much drier than the oil covered outside of her cunt making it that much easier for her fingers to find purchase and spread her passage to let her mama and papa see inside.

Hotaru tried to smile. "Is my pussy to your liking papa?" She asked hopefully.

Haruka moaned around another piece of her daughter's rump, fed to her by her lover. "Mmmm..." she uttered, her eyes rolling upwards in culinary pleasure as as accidentally ignored her daughter's question.

It took a few moments for Haruka's eyes to come back into focus once more, and each moment felt like eternity for Hotaru as she stretched out her pussy pulling on the painful wound that used to be her clit in the process.

When Haruka finally regained the ability to focus, she turned to look at her adopted daughter. The image in front of her was one she'd sear forever into her brain, for use on cold nights when Michiru was away, or... maybe even when she was there. Hotaru was laying in the wok, completely naked, her legs removed from her body and redistributed as the thin slices of of meat surrounding her. Hotaru's stumps had been seared closed, and her pert butt had been cleaved off. Her puffy nipples were missing completely, having been harvested by the waitress and consumed by her adoptive parents what felt like ages ago but was really only a couple of minutes prior. The well cooked wounds leaked not blood, but the clear, shiny “juices” of Hotaru's melted breast fat. Despite all of this, her daughter was still smiling, though somewhat feebly, as she pulled her savaged cunt open for her papa's inspection.

Haruka's eyes focused on Hotaru's bloodstained pink inner walls as her adopted daughter spread herself beneath her gaze. Hotaru's light pink cunt was shiny, and under normal circumstances, to any untrained observer, it looked as if the girl was wet and ready for action. But Haruka was not normal. Her gaze flicked between Hotaru's shiny, pink splayed pussy and her puffy, oil-coated vulva; and she noticed that Hotaru's pussy wasn't nearly as greased as the rest of her partially-fried form.

"Your pussy looks scrumptious, Hotaru,” Haruka began, seein the happiness rise in her daughter's euyes at the praise. A small part of her wanted to end there, to leave it at that and be done with it. But Hotaru was doing this for her, and she needed to know the truth. And Haruka couldn't deny that a large part of her wanted to see that happiness die in her daughter's eyes. “But, it's too dry. I didn't ask for you to bake it, a good stir fry is greasy and moist." Haruka continued, a bit eagerly, enjoying the way that Hotaru recoiled when the words of praise she'd hoped for vanished, replaced by scathing criticism of her final gift.

Hotaru was shocked. Her most precious place, her special gift to Haruka papa! It was too dry? “How...” Hotaru started, tears in her eyes at the thought of all her work, all her sacrifice being ruined. “How do I fix it?” she asked distraught. “I want to be perfect for you papa...”

"Well," Haruka pondered, honestly trying to answer her daughter's plea, "meat gets dry when it's not juicy enough... So, there are two ways for you to make sure your pussy is nice and moist."

Hotaru listened to her papa explain the situation with no small amount of trepidation.

"You could play with yourself until you get wet on your own," Haruka mused, her excitement for the idea lending enthusiasm to her voice, "that would be a nice treat for me and your mama, watching you pick up that corn over there and fuck yourself with it until you cum? I bet that would fix your prime cut!" Haruka smiled lecherously as she imagined her cute, innocent daughter fucking herself in front of the whole restaurant just to make herself taste better for when her Papa finally gets to taste her.

Michiru was just as excited as her lover by the proposition, and it showed. Haruka could feel her lover's heat against her back as Michiru pinched and teased Haruka's nipples with her slender pianist fingers.

Excited by Michiru's foreplay, Haruka's next suggestion turned even more depraved. "But it might bebetter to treat you like the meat you are now. When your mama cooks, she makes sure her meat's nice and greasy so it doesn't dry out. Those slices of your leg are pretty greasy, and since it's all your meat it'll probably help you taste better if you take one and rub it all over your pussy as it cooks, both inside and out." Haruka explained with excitement dripping from every word.

Hotaru was in shock by the suggestion. The idea of rubbing herself with... herself like that? It would work, but it sent creepy shivers up and down her spine. Holding her meat like that, using it to baste her most precious place? Hotaru wasn't sure she could do it.

The other option wasn't much better. She wanted to give her papa the best show possible, but if not for the blood and oil coating the inside of her cunny, Hotaru would be completely dry. That idea would only work if she could cum, but Hotaru wasn't sure she could like this, as she fried alive in a wok with strangers watching her.

She needed a way to make herself juicier while also putting on the best show possible for her Mama and Papa...

Michiru tugged on Haruka's perky nipples as she leaned in to speak with her. "You know," Michiru mused idly at a whisper to make sure their daughter couldn't overhear, "Hotaru's cunt looks pretty juicy to me..." Michiru pinched lightly sending a jolt of pleasure through her lover, "You just want to watch your little girl to fuck herself in front of strangers again, don't you?" Michiru accused Haruka, though the husky undertones of her voice made it quite clear that Michiru didn't disapprove at all. "You want to turn our innocent little girl into a dirty slut before you eat her, don't you?"

Haruka only moaned in response.

The solution was obvious to Hotaru. She needed both the show and the meat to please her Papa. "Why don't I do both, Papa?" She asked innocently, not wanting to do either, but seeing no choice. "I could use the corn to push the meat into my cunny for you..." Hotaru continued, not knowing the effect her words were having on her adoptive father. "That would make my muffin twice as juicy for you and mama... when you eat it." Hotaru shivered.

Haruka licked her lips, though whether in hunger or in lust not even she could tell. "Yes, do both." Haruka ordered, huskily. "In fact... I want to see you use that corn to stuff your womb full of meat for Michiru and me to enjoy..."

The look of naked hunger on her Papa's face frightened Hotaru, but as she picked up the ear of corn she managed, just barely, to remind herself that this was what she wanted, that she wanted her Papa to want her like this, to want to eat her. Of course, it helped that the thought of her mama and papa biting into her special spot like they were so obviously looking forward to filled her with a pleasant warmth.

The waitress from earlier had finally finished turning Hotaru's legs into slices of girl meat for the stir fry. There were slices of her body sizzling all around her in the wok, soaking up the grease and oil as they fried. In fact, a few of the slices had even landed on her belly while she was distracted by watching her Mama feed Haruka-papa the first bites of their dinner.

Timidly, Hotaru brushed the reddened slices of meat from her body and reached down just below her pussy, between where her legs would have been had she still possesed them, to pick up a thin, mostly cooked, slice of Hotaru-meat.

The slice of Hotaru's leg felt greasy in her hand as she retrieved it. It felt weird, knowing what it was in her hand, knowing that her papa wanted it inside her. Hotaru had to remind herself that she was meat now, that people stuffed meat all the time, like haggis, or turkey. She had to remind herself that this would make her cunny taste better when her mama and papa ate it, and they deserved the best meal she could make them.

Trembling, Hotaru placed the slice of her leg over the entrance to her privates and moved the ear of corn into position. Her fingers shaking from the fear and the pain of being fried, she pushed the meat inside her, feeling it grease the petals of her flower just as Haruka-papa promised it would. Her fingers slipped inside her, but they weren't long enough to get the slice of her leg-meat more than halfway there.

"Mmmmm... she looks so moist and shiny now." Michiru whispered to her lover. "I bet you can't wait for her to slam that corn into her ruined cunt, can you?" Michiru asked. "Don't you want to know if she enjoys it just as much as you do? Or..." Michiru smirked as she slowly kneaded Haruka's breasts in her palms, "maybe you're hoping that she doesn't?" She asked with a questioning lilt.

Haruka couldn't tell. She wasn't sure what she wanted to hear more, her daughter talking about her filthy body and how much she was enjoying cooking for her? Or her daughter admitting how much she hated it, crying from the pain, and then doing it anyway to please her. The sight of her daughter's hands trembling around the makeshift dildo decided it for her.

"I want..." Haruka started. There was a fire burning in her loins now hotter than any she'd ever felt before and she knew the cause. Hotaru's innocent act was fun, but now? "I want to see her slam that corn cock into her slutty little cunt for us." Haruka paused, "I want to see her beg me to demean her as she cooks for us..." Haruka admitted with a hint of shame, "That's what I really want to see, Hotaru begging for more as she cooks, thanking me for eating her, for letting her hurt like this. I want to see her fucking herself like a little whore while we watch..."

Michiru smiled. "Did you hear that Hotaru?" She asked the legless girl. "Your papa wants you to tell her what a dirty slut you really are as you fuck yourself full with that thing." Michiru nodded at the ear of corn poised outside Hotaru's cunt. "She wants to see you suffer while you beg her for more." Michiru paused, "You don't want to disappoint your papa do you?"

Hotaru shook her head innocently as she tried to wrap her mind around this new change. She wasn't prepared for it. The waitress had told her to be "cute" and "innocent" back in the kitchen. She'd told her that her papa would love watching her innocent body ruined and destroyed, and it had worked. She'd seen how Haruka-papa looked at her. She wanted her, wanted to eat her. She was excited in a way that Hotaru had never seen before, and the way that Michiru-mama was touching her had only added to it. It wasn't easy, being "innocent" as she took her purity, as her mama and papa ate her tushy in front of her while she fried, but it was something she could do, because in her heart Hotaru was "cute" and "innocent."

But this? This was something different. Hotaru knew that the show she was putting on in public was dirty, playing with her pussy, using that squash like that? They weren't things nice girls did. But she was doing them for her papa, so didn't that make them okay?

Hotaru wasn't sure. Maybe she was a bad girl? Maybe she really was a slut? Her papa certainly thought so, and her mama agreed... She looked up at the waitress standing next to the wok, the question of what to do shining clearly in her eyes. The waitress nodded back at her encouragingly. Hotaru thought she knew what she had to do.

"I'm a bad girl papa..." Hotaru explained as she spread the petals of her pussy with one hand, wide enough so that her mama and papa could see the way her own meat was stuffed inside her. She pushed the makeshift corn cock into her passage, moaning in pain as the remains of her rump shifted against the hot wok below her.

Without her legs, her mama and papa could see every detail of her pussy as it engulfed the corn. Her wailing moans sounded almost pleasurable.

"You like that don't you?" Haruka asked cruelly. "You love being cooked. You can't help but fuck yourself when you think about us eating you, can you?"

"No papa!" Hotaru cried out, upset, not yet understanding what her parents wanted from her.

"Just admit it," Michiru instructed. "Tell your papa how you planned this. Tell her how you fantasized about her eating you, about how you dreamed about cooking for her every night like the little slut you really are."

Tears sprung to Hotaru's eyes. Was it true? She had planned out papa's present, she'd imagined the look on her papa's face when she gave it to her, imagined how happy Haruka-papa would be... she couldn't deny that, wondering what it was like. No one had forced her to do it. It was her idea, Michiru-mama had made sure of it! Did that mean she really was a bad girl? A dirty slut?

"I... am a slut papa!" Hotaru wailed as she absentmindedly fucked herself with the corn in her hand. "It was all my idea, I planned to get cooked for you, I made the reservations. Every night I thought about how happy you'd be to eat me and I... I touched my muffin as I thought about you watching me, eating me, biting into my privates as you shared them with Mama..." Hotaru admitted in a guilty rush.

Haruka shivered in delight as she watched her erstwhile daughter admit to everything in such a childish, innocent way. Seeing her like this, naked, vulnerable, exposed not just for her and Michiru, but for everyone around to see? Haruka had never felt anything like it. "Mmmm... fingering yourself as you imagined us eating your pussy? You really are a dirty little slut, Hotaru. Good girls don't want to be cooked and eaten like this, but you do, don't you? You want us to eat you!” Haruka demanded.

“I do, papa!” Hotaru admitted, realizing that she wasn't acting any more, she really did want her mama and papa to enjoy her pussy together. “I want you to eat me, I want to die for you papa! I want to die as you eat my peach!” Hotaru's pace turned frenetic as she forced the corn into her tortured cunt. Each new thrust brought another twinge of pain, but Hotaru only wanted more.

“You can't help yourself can you?” Haruka asked, “You'd be fucking yourself right now even if I told you not to, wouldn't you?" Haruka demanded, enjoying the way that Michiru's skilled fingers played with her in time to Hotaru's own unpracticed thrusts.

Hotaru merely moaned in response, her papa's words only making her even more eager.

"I bet you're getting off on this, aren't you?” Haruka accused her meal. “Well, sluts like you don't deserve to enjoy sex!” Haruka shouted at her daughter. “Fuck that corn harder! I want it to hurt! I don't care if it breaks you, fuck that thing hard enough to drive your meat all the way to your womb!" Haruka ordered mercilessly.

Hotaru's eyes widened at her new order. Hotaru didn't want to hurt, she'd been careful to keep her thrusts just slow enough that they weren't painful! But... it was her papa's big day! This, all of this, she was doing it for Haruka-papa! So if Haruka-papa wanted her to suffer, then... she'd give Haruka-papa exactly what she wanted!

Gripping the corn-cock with both hands, Hotaru slammed it painfully home into her newly greased pussy. She could feel the meat from her leg shifting inside her as her veggie-dildo forced it back towards her womb. The corn rubbed hard against Hotaru's bruised and still-bleeding passage as the young girl's snatch squeezed down on it, smushing the cooked corn against her soft inner walls and leaving just the cob and a few scattered kernels behind.

The kernels rasped against the wound that had replaced Hotaru's clit, pulling a wailing moan from the mangled girl. Despite her earlier adventure with the zucchini, Hotaru's pussy was ill-used to the abuse she was putting it through. Her passage strained against the corn's girth with each new thrust, screaming at her to let it rest, but she couldn't. Her mama and papa wanted this, wanted her to hurt for them, wanted to watch her debase herself like this, and Hotaru was determined to give it to them.

“That's more like it...” Haruka enthused around the mouthful of Hotaru-meat Michiru had just fed to her.

Michiru had resumed feeding both Haruka and herself from the bowls of Hotaru stir fry the waitress had given them. Michiru wasn't sure if there was a more powerful aphrodisiac than the food she was eating right now. It wasn't just the taste, which was similar to pork but with a whole host of delightful aftertastes. No, it was more the warm feeling of the thin slices of her daughter's meat on her tongue; the knowledge that this was a meal she'd only be enjoying once, that was only possible to have once; it was the sight of the young girl she'd raised and taken in as her own debasing herself in front of her, fucking herself as she fried all for her parents entertainment. It had sparked a burning lust within her, and now, Michiru wanted to watch Hotaru destroyed just as much as her lover did.

Hotaru fucked herself brutally with the cob, forcing the sliced meat of her own leg further into her body until finally, the pointed end of the cob slammed into the wall protecting her womb. It was her cervix, not that Hotaru would call it that. The cob protruded from her pussy even as it bottomed out inside her. Hotaru could still fit several fingers around the cob, which made it much easier, though by no means easy, to do what came next.

The young girl groaned as she pushed the pointed cob past what felt like the breaking point, using it to force open the gate to her womb. She could feel her own leg meat on the tip of the cob, greasing the way as she pushed it inside the untouched space within her. It was agonizing, forcing her body to stretch in ways it wasn't meant to stretch just to satisfy her parents' lustful urges. Words left her and her world turned white with pain as she forced the corn ever further inside her, pounding it deeper and deeper as she slammed on the edge of the cob with a fist like a makesghift hammer.

Then finally, she could feel it. The meat fell gently off the edge of the cob until it landed in her womb, leaving hotaru with a greasy feeling she'd never be able to wipe clean. Hotaru gasped as she slowly wrenched the cob freeher world and agonizing mix of pain, and something she didn't quite recognize.

"Mmm.. you taste absolutely heavenly, Hotaru." Michiru moaned around her latest slice of her daughter's succulent rump. "You really should taste have a taste," Michiru suggested as Hotaru finished fucking the first slice of her fried leg into her virginal womb. Both of Hotaru's parents could see inside her now, they watched as their daiughter gasped, nearly spent as her battered cervix slowly clenched shut, "You're so much better as our dinner than you ever were as our daughter." Michiru added, finishing her devastating compliment.

“She's right,” Haruka agreed easily, “having you around was nice, but after tasting you? Every minute you spent not being cooked like this was a waste. You're clearly meant to be meat!” Haruka praised. “In fact, try a slice of your leg. You'll agree with me.” Haruka urged her former daughter.

Hotaru struggled to raise her head. After having to eat her own clit, tasting more of herself was the last thing she wanted to do. But this wasn't about her wants, was it?

Picking up another slice of leg between her fingers, Hotaru lifted it to her mouth. As she bit down. The differences from earlier overwhelmed her. With her clit, Hotaru had been focused on the act. It wasn't about the taste, it was about being sweet and innocent and cute for her papa as she watched her. There was barely enough meat to taste anything last time beyond a short savory jolt. Now though? That had changed.

The slice in Hotaru's mouth was bursting with flavor, and Hotaru had never tasted anything like it, anything like her... It was almost like bacon, but tender enough that the slice nearly dissolved in her mouth, and frssher, as if the meat had come from some a wild animal instead of a farm-raised pig. Her leg was savory, but with undertones of sweetness and spice, despite neither being used to cook her.

Tears dripped from her eyes, Mama and Papa were right, she did taste incredible. She really was wasted as anything but dinner... If her slutty fantasies didn't confirm it, the incredible taste in her mouth did. She really was born to be meat.

Haruka was losing herself in her own world as Michiru rubbed and flicked her clit, playing her pussy like a violin. She watched, half-lidded as her daughter ate her own body at her whim and smiled happily as the legless girl failed to hide just how much she enjoyed it.

"You liked it didn't you?" Michiru asked when it became clear that Haruka was enjoying herself too much to do so. "I can see it in your eyes..." Michiru grinned lecherously as she waited for an answer. "Well?"

"I taste wonderful, mama." Hotaru was distraught. "You were right, I need to be meat," Hotaru wailed through her tears; if only she'd thought of it earlier, if only her Papa had asked to eat her! "I'm sorry you wasted so much time not eating..." Hotaru paused still unsure how to say it correctly, "this slut..."

The waitress looked down at Hotaru, she'd seen many girls cooked in her time on the job, but very few managed to be as effortlessly enticing as the meal in front of her was. "Now that you've had your treat, you should get back to stuffing that little womb full of tasty meat for your parents' dinner." The waitress chided Hotaru before turning to Haruka and Michiru. "Or would you rather I carve her filet out and serve it to you now?" The waitress asked the disheveled pair as they shared the last remaining bowl of Hotaru's fried rump.

"We're still on the first course," Michiru answered, feeding Haruka another delicious piece of Hotaru to emphasize her point, "and we're definitely enjoying the show... you don't need to end it just yet."