Hotaru shivered as she realized that the "end of the show" as her mama had phrased it really meant the end of her. Her mind was a whirlwind as she picked up another greasy slice of her own meat in one hand as the other readied the corn she'd been using as a dildo. She wanted her mama and papa to eat her, she wanted nothing more than to die for them as they shared her precious spot between them! But at the same time, Hotaru didn't want to die just yet... There was a sinking feeling in her chest as she realized that that slice of leg was the last thing she'd ever eat, that she'd die with her own taste on her tongue telling her mama and papa what a whore she was. It terrified her almost as much as she wanted it! It was too late to stop now, but a part of her still wanted to, still wanted to climb out of the hellish wok that was slowly frying her alive. But the thought of the open enjoyment and appreciation on her mama and papa's faces as she repaid them for their care with her life stopped the thoughts from truly taking root.

Still, her desperate need to be eaten didn't stop Hotaru from fearing the inevitable end of the night. Frantically, Hotaru forced the meat inside her cunny, desperate to hold onto life just a little bit longer.

"You hear that?" The waitress asked Hotaru, "Your mama wants you get back to stuffing that tasty womb of yours." The waitress continued as Hotaru pushed the slice deeper into her slippery passage.

The same action that had once made the girl cringe she now performed eagerly, knowing what awaited her once she stopped. Hotaru was so worried about doing it right that she failed to notice the growing heat in her privates that had absolutely nothing to do with the sizzling wok beneath her and everything to do with the knowledge of her impending fate.

"In fact, since we don't want you to burn and ruin your papa's meal," the waitress idly remarked, "you should stuff even more meat into your filet so that we can carve it out of you quicker!" The waitress finished, perkily, turning what had seemed like idle suggestion into both an order and a threat.

Hotaru sucked in a breath as the waitress ordered her around, she knew she should be scared of it, but she just felt... warmer. She picked up another slice of meat, having pushed the last piece as far inside her as her young fingers could reach and quickly repeated the process.

Haruka licked her lips. The salty remnants of Hotaru's taste lingered upon them, and Haruka didn't want to waste a single morsel.

"It looks like you gobbled up that corn, there's hardly anything left any more..." the waitress lamented a bit over dramatically as she looked at the throughly used corn cob.

Hotaru cringed in fear at the Waitress' tone, the last time the waitress had acted like this she'd her clit carved off and fed to her! Hotaru dreaded finding out what the waitress' next plan for her was, even as the strange warmth in her pussy pulsed stronger at the mere thought of it.

Her dread didn't keep the nearly helpless girl from stuffing her muffin with delicious smelling meat though, and as the waitress tapped at her chin as if thinking, Hotaru's fingers flashed faster, filling her passage with fried slices of her legs, and adding to the strange feeling building inside her.

Michiru meanwhile had noticed the waitress thinking as well, only instead of fear, the idea just made her even more eager to hear how else her former daughter might be forced to debase herself.

“Why don't you use something sturdier?” The waitress suggested, picking up a long, thick, peeled ginger root from inside the wok. Hotaru watched the root fearfully, she'd accidentally gotten ginger juice in a cut once and it had hurt like nothing else. Trembling, Hotaru feared taht she knew just what the waitress intended for her to use to replace her corn. “Something like this?” The waitress offered, holding up the monstrous gnarled root for inspection.

“It's bigger than the corn was, so it'll handle the load of meat that your meal had stuffed in her, and the juices will make her meat even more delicious!” The waitress explained. “Of course... it is incredibly painful... I've seen it reduce grown women to tears even when they weren't cooking!” She added. “If you don't want your daughter to suffer, you really shouldn't have her use this...” The waitress tempted.

Of course, Haruka didn't mind watching Hotaru suffer at all. “Hotaru, take the ginger and use it to stuff your womb.” She ordered almost immediately.

“And don't forget to thank the waitress for helping you taste better!” Michiru added cheerfully.

Hotaru was horrified, being cooked like this was already painful, and now not only was she in for more, but she had to thank the waitress for suggesting it? But this was what her Pappa wanted! Hadn't Haruka-papa said she wanted to hear her beg for more, earlier? Hadn't she said she wanted to see her suffer? And Hotaru needed to be meat, she wanted it more than anything on the world now. Did the pain really matter if it meant she tasted better for her Mama and Papa?

No, it didn't.

Hotaru looked up at the waitress and thanked her earnestly, tears flowing from her eyes. “Thank you, Miss! For helping me make my cunny taste better for mama and papa!”

The waitress smiled, genuinely surprised at Hotaru's gratitude. She'd been thanked before of course, many of the meals she'd served had been degraded like Hotaru and forced to thank her, but even when they enjoyed submitting to the request, they were never sincere like this.

“I'm happy to help.” The waitress admitted as she handed Hotaru the peeled ginger root, “And I'm absolutely certain you'll be the best meal your mama and papa have ever eaten!”

Hotaru took the ginger root from her waitress and for the first time she got a sense of the scale of the thing. It was huge! Not just long at just over the length of the corn cob she'd forced into her womb, but also incredibly wide at nearly twice the width of her previous makeshift dildo.

“I... I'm not sure this will fit...” Hotaru admitted trembling.

“Force it.” Haruka ordered, mercilessly. “I don't care if it tears you in two, I want your womb stuffed and that little cunt of yours seasoned.” Haruka continued as Michiru finished the last bite of rump with rice and carelessly set the empty bowl down on the table in front of her. “It's not like you'll live much longer anyway,” Haruka smiled, “We're almost ready for the main course!”

Hotaru placed the tip of the ginger root flush against the petals of her flower, well aware of the way that the placement put fresh ginger juice inches away from the exposed bundle of nerves that lay just beneath where her clit used to be. In her haste to follow instructions, Hotaru had filled her pussy almost to bursting with her own leg meat, and now there was barely any room left inside her for the new makeshift dildo in her hands. She could feel the ginger juice tingling against her sensitive lower lips, and Hotaru dreaded just what would happen when she slipped the dildo past the boundaries of her pussy.

Haruka savored the fear in her daughter's eyes, secure in the knowledge that even though she was well aware of the agony that would result, Hotaru would use the ginger dildo anyway, just to please her.

Michiru could barely wait to taste more of her former daughter, and only the anticipation of the show which was about to start kept her from yelling at Hotaru to stick it in immediately.

Then, Hotaru's trembling hands slipped, accidentally dragging the dripping tip of the dildo across her excised clit.

“Yearrrgh!” Hotaru screamed. The pain overtook her, causing her weakened body to spasm violently, flowing back and forth in the sizzling wok as she tried desperately to stop the pain. Blindly, Hotaru pulled one hand from the dildo to wipe the juices away from her skin, but Hotaru's fingers were covered in even more ginger juice, prolonging the unbearable agony!

“Aaaaaaaaaugh!” She cried, tears completely blinding her to the surrounding world as she writhed against the burning metal bowl beneath her.

Haruka watched in awe, committing the entire scene to memory, though she knew it was all being taped anyway.

Eventually, several minutes later, Hotaru stopped thrashing in pain and retreived the juicy dildo which had already caused her such incredible pain.

“It's been a wonderful show so far, Hotaru,” Michiru exclaimed as Hotaru regained her senses, “I can't wait to see what happens to your slutty little cunt when you use the dildo properly...”

“Me... too... mama..” Hotaru managed to pant out while thinking just the opposite. Breathing heavily, Hotaru steeled herself and repositioned the ginger-root dildo at the entrance to her muffin.

“Th-thank you for... for eating me...” Hotaru stammered, looking her mama and papa in the eyes. This might be her last time to thank them, to beg them to eat her. “And... for letting me taste some of me too. Please, I hope you enjoy the rest of me, especially my... my cunny.” Hotaru finished, shifting her fingers to get a better grip on the seeping dildo for her final act before the end.

Her hands steady, Hotaru cupped her hands around the base of the fake cock and slowly, inexorably, began to force it's immense girth inside of her.

Haruka grinned as Hotaru began to whimper. The ginger juice was tingling harshly against the soft walls of her pussy now, and the only thing Hotaru could think about was what would happen when the juice hit her freshly busted hymen.

It felt like she was being ripped apart. The root was easily the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her, and Hotaru's tiny young cunny screamed at her as she desperately forced it inside.

Slowly, inch by inch, Hotaru forced the burning dildo into her body. She could feel it crushing the meat inside her, smashing against it as she desperately tried to fulfill her Papa's fantasies.

Hotaru could feel the entrance to her womb buckle from the strain as little by little, her greasy meat began to slip inside.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Hotaru whimpered as she pushed further. The pain was incredible! Her pussy felt like it was on fire, even as it felt like she was ripping her body apart. Still, this was what Haruka-papa wanted, so Hotaru continued.

She could feel the root inside of her, it was almost there. The agonizing strain that marked the dildo's progress had almost reached the salty stinging pain of her torn virginity. Hotaru's entire body trembled with fear. Her ruined, nipple-less breasts quivered as her body shook, but Hotaru's hand barely quivered.

She stopped. She couldn't do it. The pain was agonizing already. If she pushed any further? Hotaru couldn't even imagine how bad it would be.

"What are you waiting for?" Haruka asked as she noticed her daughter hesitating.

"It's at my hymen..." Hotaru explained. "It's tearing me apart, papa!" The legless girl begged. "Please, papa! Don't make me do this!" She knew it was selfish, but surely Haruka papa would let her stop? Her papa could still eat her, could still carve out her special place!

"Don't you want to be the perfect dinner?" Haruka asked' chiding her daughter.

"Yes, papa." Came the immediate, reluctant, reply from her daughter.

"Don't you want to make me happy?" Haruka asked, each word weighing Hotaru down with guilt.

"Yes, papa!" Hotaru fervently agreed, desperately hoping that despite the way Haruka-papa's questions were leading, her papa would let her stop.

"You heard the waitress say that this would make you taste better didn't you?" Haruka chided, noticing her daughter's wince before continuing. "Hotaru, I love you, and this is the grsatest gift anyone's ever given me. The only thing that would make it better is if your mama and I got to watch you use that dildo to tear your body apart." Haruka paused. "You do want to make it better, don't you?" Haruka asked, putting the final nail in Hotaru's resistance in the process.

"Yes, papa..." Hotaru agreed, "Please papa, I'm sorry for being so selfish! Please enjoy watching me hurt for you!" Hotaru felt the warmth within her grow as she submitted to her Papa's will. Eagerly she pushed against the base of the ginger root cock, forcing it further into her peach. Her body trembled from the strain as she instinctively clenched her muscles against the intruder, but now that her papa had asked her to, Hotaru couldn't stop herself from pushing.

Haruka watched as her daughter writhed and cried as the dildo forced it's way even further into her pussy. Haruka could see the silhouette of the ginger root cock inside her daughter, bulging against her hairless pubic mound as she trembled from the strain of forcing the agonizing intruder into her almost untouched privates.

"Fuck it harder Hotaru!" Haruka yelled out her abusive encouragement. "I want to see you hurt!"

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!" Hotaru screamed as the ginger root hit the torn remains of her virginity. The agony was indescribable! Ginger juice was roughly forced into her still bleeding wounds even as the root itself brutally stretched her tiny passage to the brink of tearing! Hotaru's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites were visible. She could feel her crushed leg meat inside her, smashed against the door to her womb and slowly breaking it down. The only thing that made the pain even slightly bearable was knowing that her mama and papa were watching her, happy she was breaking herself apart for their pleasure.

Finally enough was enough. Hotaru's fragile body hit the breaking point. With a loud snapping sound and an excruciating tearing sensation, Hotaru's cervix gave way all at once. The pressure she applied to the root yielded immediate results as the root eagerly slammed the meat home inside her the breached her womb itself in the same brutal stroke, smearing her ruined cervix with agonizing ginger juice as it passed.

Haruka came like a hydrant as Hotaru's cunt gave way. The pain of breaking had knocked her out, but Haruka didn't mind the way she twitched and cried as she held the ginger root in place in a death-grip. Even unconscious it looked like her daughter was desperately trying to fulfill her papa's orders. Haruka was glad this was being recorded because the sight of her daughter twitching desperately, stuffed so full of her own meat she looked two months pregnant, still feebly thrusting her hips in a parody of sexual pleasure, was a sight she'd love to revisit over and over again.

Michiru almost came herself as Haruka bucked beneath her hands. The sight of her daughter frying in front of her, her cunt completely useless now was erotic, but the smell of her cooking? It was like nothing else in the world. Michiru wasn't sure which she was looking forward to more, the taste of her daughter's sex on her lips, or the unbelievable sex she'd be having with Haruka after they finished their daughter off. Either way, Michiru would remember tonight forever.

Hotaru slowly came back to herself. All she could feel was pain. Her back and the remnants of her harvested rump were frying merrily against the wok, her pussy was a mass of concentrated agony. Hotaru could see the bulbous ginger root sticking out from between her legs, flavoring her peach even as it kept the meat she'd stuffed inside herself from escaping. Her mind dazed, Hotaru pulled at the root.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!" Hotaru cried out in agony as her feeble grasp failed to pull the ginger free from her body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Came the second cry, even louder now as she pulled once more. Beneath the layers of excruciating pain, Hotaru could feel the ginger root barely shifting inside her, wriggling just enough to smear even more of her brutalized muffin with its agonizing juices.

Of course, this display left its own mark on Haruka and Michiru. Instead of coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, the sight reinvigorated Hotaru's papa, leaving her hungrier and hornier than she'd ever felt before. Michiru could feel her lover's box clenching and dripping eagerly around her fingers, desperate for more.

Of course, the sight inspired Michiru as well, she was on the cusp of what felt like the biggest climax she'd ever experienced. Watching Hotaru, stuffed and broken by the ginger root in her cunt, feebly trying to free it from her battered body even as a small trickle of blood leaked from her stuffed snatch as the only evidence of the damage she'd wrought on her body in her zeal to please her Papa? It was incredible! And the way that Haruka's back rubbed and shuddered against Michiru's sensitive breasts only hastened her impending release.

"Take it out. You only look like you're a month or two pregnant and there's plenty of leg meat left." Haruka happily ordered her erstwhile daughter. "I want you looking like you're about to bust from your own meat before your Mama and I eat you!"

Hotaru pulled at the ginger dildo, desperate to please her papa, but the pain was too intense! Even a feeble tug was excruciating! Her vision flashed white as she tried, but she couldn't! The root was firmly planted in her torn cervix! She'd knock herself unconscious before she managed to remove it!

Tears streamed from her eyes... "I'm sorry papa, I can't..."

The look of disappointment in her papa's eyes was almost more than she could bear.

Although Haruka was sad the show was over, Michiru wasn't quite ready to give up yet. "You couldn't even stuff yourself properly without ruining your body, could you?" Michiru asked rhetorically. "You're as useless as your broken cunt, Hotaru."

The waitress looked down on the half-harvested girl beneath her and, knowing that Hotaru wanted to please her Mama and Papa more than anything, took pity on her.

"There is one way to continue the show." The waitress stated. “Your daughter's pussy may be damaged, but it also looks just about ready to eat. Normally I'd harvest it for you, but if you'd prefer, I can let your dinner harvest herself... While you watch of course.” The waitress paused. “The cuts probably won't be as neat as mine would be, and it will definitely take her longer to harvest her filet than it would take me to do it, but you seem like you might actually prefer that.” The waitress inclined her head waiting for an answer.

Hotaru trembled in fear. The waitress had given her a way to redeem herself for failing her mama and papa, but... Hotaru wasn't sure she could. Her entire body shivered at the thought of it as if warring with itself. On the one hand, submitting like that? Destroying herself for Haruka-papa? It sent a pleasant eager warmth through her whole body completely unlike the painful heat of the wok she was frying on. But on the other hand, the idea of carving her own muffing out for her mama and papa? It terrified her! The pain alone she could overcome, but what if she messed up? What if she accidentally destroyed her peach before her mama and papa could taste it? Hotaru quaked at the mere thought of disappointing her parents again on her final night with them!

“Hmm...” Michiru mused. After the way Haruka had pepped up at the mere mention of Hotaru harvesting her own pussy for them to eat, there was really no choice at all between the two options, but Hotaru didn't have to know that. “I don't know if Hotaru can do it. She can't even stuff herself correctly, and now you want her to carve dinner?” Michiru shook her head. “I don't know...” she trailed off.

“Please!” Hotaru pleaded, just like Michiru had planned. “Please, Mama! I know I'm a...” Hotaru paused, desperately grasping for what her mama had called her earlier, her lips trembling as the words passed through them, “a useless, broken, cunt... But please! Let me do this for Haruka-papa! Let me show her I'm a good girl!”

“Hmmm...” Michiru pretended to consider it for a minute. “I don't know... Are you sure you can do it?”

Hotaru nodded quickly, then stopping as a wave of dizziness hit her from the combination of the sudden movement and the heat in the wok. “Yes! I promise I can, Mama!” Hotaru reassured Michiru.

“Make her proud, Hotaru.” Michiru urged her.

The waitress handed Hotaru a knife, a fileting knife for her own filet. The young girl's fingers trembled as they took it, fearing the pain to come.

Tears welling in her eyes, Hotaru tried to steel herself, but despite her determination, both of her parents could see the terrified little girl she really was. Fearful, Hotaru looked down her body at her much abused pussy. It burned, as much from the spatter of hot oil as the leaking ginger root stuck inside; but Hotaru forced herself to look at it anyway.

Her battered young slit looked broken. It was stretched omscenely around the gigantic ginger root dildo, a dildo so big that Hotaru could see the outline bilging against her skin from inside of her. Blood leaked from the edges of her twat. Hotaru had felt something break inside her, and as she watched the blood flowing down she realized that her broken cervix was probably as bad as it felt.

Hotaru had had pieces carved from her before, but none of them had been as sensitive as her pussy. Still, this wasn't about her, or her fear, this was about giving papa the best dinner ever. Hotaru looked up, Haruka-papa was leaning in eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. Even Michiru-mama looked impatient for what was to come.

Despite herself, Hotaru lowered the knife to her young twat and began to carve.

“AaaAaah!” Hotaru panted as she placed the knife at the gap between her pussy and her left leg and began to carve. The cut wasn't clean. Even under perfect conditions Hotaru's hand would have shaken, but now? With the ruins of her ass sizzling against the wok, and the ginger juice seeping into every tiny tear in her pussy made by the over-sized dildo she'd used to break it? Hotaru's hands shook terribly, making a jagged slice deep into her already partially cooked muscles.

Michiru traced her daughter's work with a single finger around her lover's sopping cunt. Her slippery fingers spreading a mixture of Haruka's arousal and the grease from their adopted daughter's meat all around Haruka's slit.

Hotaru was breathing heavily as she twisted the knife around to cut below her ginger-stuffed twat. The cuts were deep, they had to be in order to free the next part of her parents' dinner from her body; and it was extremely hard to use the knife when it was thrust into her flesh all the way to the hilt, but somehow, Hotaru managed.

Centimeter by agonizing centimeter, Hotaru carved out her tortured little peach as her parents watched enthralled. Tears slipped down her cheeks as the pain threatened to overwhelm her, but Hotaru continued carving. This wasn't about her, she didn't matter; this was about making sure that Haruka-Papa and Michiru-Mama had the perfect meal. She was just their dinner now, and no one cared if their dinner got hurt when they prepared it.

Haruka's cunt was throbbing with anticipation. Hotaru's show was arousing her like nothing she'd ever experienced before. And Michiru's fingers lightly teasing, and greasing, her own pussy as she traced Hotaru's actions on her blonde lover certainly wasn't making her any less aroused. The sight of their adopted daughter, frying, nipple-less, slowly carving out her over-stuffed privates for no other reason than their culinary enjoyment, it fanned a lust-filled fire in Haruka that the blonde haired tomboy wasn't sure would ever fade.

Hotaru cried and whimpered as she carved, the ginger-juice getting into every new cut she made, filling it with agony. Still, Hotaru persisted. She was almost halfway done, the bottom half of her mutilated puss was beginning to slide out of her, her blood and melted fat coating the blade of the knife to make carving her precious spot out of herself just the slightest bit easier.

Michiru was salivating, heavily, as she watched the edge of Hotaru's knife make it to the ruins of her clit. The violinist's own cunt was leaking as she remembered watching the Waitress feeding her little girl Hotaru's own clit, and watching Hotaru's obviously faked relish as she ate it. Michiru had always thought there was something endearing about Hotaru's earnest and innocent nature, but watching her girl pretend to enjoy this, pretend to be the slut that they all could plainly see she wasn't, just so that she and Haruka would enjoy her final gift to them even more? It was hotter than anything Michiru had ever watched, ever done, in her entire life. The smell of her daughter frying was delicious, better than anything Michiru had ever smelled in her life; but a part of Michiru, a large part, wanted to skip the rest of their dinner and drag Haruka home with her so that they could begin to satisfy the feelings that Hotaru had so earnestly installed in them.

The knife slipped forward without resistance. At first, Hotaru didn't realize what that meant, it took a second, but once the half-fried girl felt her ginger-stuffed flower began to slide out of her Hotaru realized, She'd finished. She'd done it, she'd carved out her pussy for mama and papa...

The waitress grabbed the succulent piece of meat, deftly pulling out the ginger root and dropping it on Hotaru's chest, leaving the girl's now empty severed twat obscenely gaping. Haruka could see her daughter's face through the steaming O-shaped ring of succulent meat the waitress held in her hand. She committed the image to memory; the sight of her daughter, exhausted, legless, her face pale, and her body trembling, her eyes staring at Haruka in earnest hope, her only desire that her adoptive Mama and Papa enjoy her meat together. Haruka's eyes drank in every detail, from Hotaru's slowly bronzing skin sizzling against the pan, to the gaping wound left behind by her gift, slices of greasy leg meat slipping out from the entrance to her womb now that Hotaru's cunt and the ginger root filling it were no longer keeping them in place.

The waitress placed Hotaru's steaming twat in Haruka's bowl of rice, and with a deft flash of her knife, carved their daughter's succulent filet into two pieces, separated at the base and top of Hotaru's privates into each of her lower lips. Michiru reached for the cunt with her chopsticks but the waitress shook her head, warning Hotaru's adoptive mother not to start just yet.

Hotaru lay panting, frying, bleeding in the wok, unable to move. Her strength leaking out of her from her wounded privates. Her vision was dimming, and darkness encroached on the edges of her sight, but she wasn't done yet. She wanted... she wanted to see this through. The waitress had told her in the kitchen that a girl's special place was the most tender and delicious part of her, and Hotaru wanted to see her Mama and Papa try hers, to know that they ejoyed it before she finally let go.

It was hard to focus, but Hotaru could see the waitress chide her Mama to wait, before walking back to her. Hotaru blinked, confused, as the waitress bent down to whisper in her ear, her hand vanishing beneath Hotaru's sight.

“Just hang on for another minute or so, there's one last thing your parents need from you to make this dinner perfect.”

Hotaru blinked. One last thing? What did she have left? She'd given them her butt, her nipples, her legs, even her precious place, soon they'd have everything, once she finished frying. Hotaru wasn't sure what was left.

“Ah!” Hotaru let out a cry as she felt something brushing against the ruined remains of where her puss used to sit. She thought it was the waitress' hand, but she couldn't see for sure, not with the waitress herself blocking her view.

“AHHH!!” Hotaru cried as she felt the waitress yanking at something inside her. She could see her stuffed belly moving just beneath the waitress's hanging breasts.

“Just one more pull and...”

“Augh!” Hotaru whimpered as her belly suddenly deflated, going from two month's pregnant to slightly sunken in a single instant as the waitress pulled out the young girl's womb in a well-practiced motion.

“Tada!” The waitress announced, holding Hotaru's womb by the entrance so that her customers could watch the young girl's ovaries dangling beneath it.

It was large, stuffed full of Hotaru's own meat until it was bigger than her Papa's fist, and Hotaru stared, stunned at the thought that that had been inside of her. She felt empty now, as if now that her privates and her womb were missing, she was less than before. Not a girl any longer, not without her puss. She wasn't even girl-meat, not without her nipples, or her bottom. She was just meat now, Hotaru realized, finally, just dinner for her Mama and Papa, and nothing else.

Michiru-Mama and Haruka-Papa had turned away from her now gazing at the waitress holding her former womb. Hotaru was fading fast, the heat was unbearable now, the pain a constant roaring from her frying nerves, but she still watched as the waitress set her womb into Haruka-papa's bowl and swiftly chopped it, and the tantalizing meat within into bite-sized slices. Hotaru couldn't see inside the bowl, she couldn't see the way pieces of her roasted womb mingled with the fryed slices of her leg as they surrounded the two large sections of Hotaru's cooked filet; but she could see her Mama and Papa eating them, the delight clear on their faces as they savored every morsel.

“This, is absolutely incredible,” Hotaru heard her Papa exclaim.

“Thank you, Haruka...” Michiru replied. Hotaru recognized one of her own roasted ovaries, caught between her chopsticks. “If it wasn't for your little joke, we never would have tasted this.”

“Or seen it!” Hotaru listened to Haruka gush, as the darkness settled in, stealing her vision. “Even without the video, I don't think I'll ever forget that amazing show.” Hotaru listened to her Papa say, through a half-full mouth.

“What do you think about getting the rest of her wrapped to go after we finish this bowl, I want to show you just how happy this Father's Day gift has made me...” Michiru offered slyly, as she bit down on a succulent piece of her daughter's filet.

“Mmmmm... You know, I wouldn't mind adopting another daughter... if this is the reward for it...” Haruka moaned around another bite of Hotaru's delicious thighs.

“You know... I wouldn't mind either...” Michiru replied as Hotaru finally faded away, a smile gracing her face.
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"So you really ate her?" Chibi-Usa could hear her mother ask as she hid at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping.

She hadn't meant to, but as she was walking down, she had heard her mom's friend Michiru starting to talk about what had happened to her own friend Hotaru, and she'd had to listen. She'd called Hotaru's house earlier in the week to try and get her to visit, but the only answer she had gotten was that Hotaru was gone. This had seemed like the perfect opportunity to find out the truth.

"It was her idea. She wanted to give herself to Haruka for her Father's Day dinner. I was against it at first, but now Haruka and I are planning to adopt another girl to see if we can get a repeat performance." Michiru replied.

Usa's fingers darted toward her wet pussy. Her friend had been cooked as a present for her dad? There was something deeply appealing about the idea to Usa.

"Oh... Wow!" Usa's own mother exclaimed as the weight of Hotaru's gift hit her. She sounded shocked, and more than a bit excited herself. "So?" She asked. "What happened? How did she taste?"

"Incredible." Usa could hear Michiru's smile in her voice as she remembered eating her best friend. "I've never tasted anything like her. Hotaru was the best meal I've ever eaten. And the show she put on for us as she cooked made it all incredibly hot."

"Mou... you're making me jealous. What kind of show?" her mother asked. Usa imagined someone sinking their teeth into her, enjoying her body as she cooked for them. The thought of submitting like that? It was incredibly tempting, but her mom and dad would never let her do it...

“Well, Hotaru had it all planned out. She vanished into the kitchen with the waitress and then a little while later the waitress came out wheeling this giant covered wok. Then when she opened it up, there was Hotaru, completely naked!” Michiru explained excitedly.

Usa rubbed her pussy gently as she imagined her best friend, sitting completely naked in a wok big enough to hold her entire body. The thought of her friend offering herself to her own mother and father set a fire in Usa's loins that she didn't know how to quench.

“Oh wow? Really? Did you get any pictures?” Usa's mother asked as she leaned in to hear more.

“Better,” Michiru smirked. “I have the whole performance on video tape. Everything's there, starting from just before Hotaru was revealed. I have when she tore through her hymen with a zucchini. I have her eating her own clit. I have the waitress carving her up. I even have her using a corn cob to fuck slices of herself into her own pussy,” Michiru enthused. “The whole night was incredible. And you wouldn't believe the things Haruka did to me when we got home. I tell you Usagi, this was the best night of my life.”

Usa's fingers stroked her lower lips as she listened. She couldn't see her mother's face, but she could hear her interest as she responded to her friend's story.

“Really?” Usagi asked, a tremor of excitement snaked through her voice. “Can I see it?” Usa's teenaged mother asked, surprising both her eavesdropping daughter and her guest with her interest.

“I don't see why not,” Michiru replied. “Haruka loves to rewatch it. It should still be in the dvd player. Haruka won't mind you seeing it, and who knows, maybe you'll want join us tonight after you do?”

Usagi laughed, and Usa slipped away as her mother got out of her seat and slipped into vierw. “Sure, lets go now. Let me just grab my bag.”

Usa set what she felt must have been a record as she dashed silently back to her room, her heart beating desperately as she waited to see if her mom had caught her. The seconds stretched interminably until she finally hear the front door shut and lock behind her mom and she finally relaxed.

She couldn't help but admit that the thought of her friend hotaru being naked like that in public, being cooked, being brutally debased, eating her own clit? It wasn't just making her body burn with lust, it was also making her incredibly jealous...

Usa wanted to be the girl in the wok, or better yet, to be served to her mother like a sushi platter, each piece of her sliced off oh her body while she was still alive, dipped in soy and wasabi before her mother ate it, or... maybe having the wasabi smeared on her? Usa could just imagine the exquisite pain her mother would subject her to, smearing the inner walls of her pussy with soy sauce and wasabi before carving them off her one slice at a time. She could almost picture her mother's face as she slowly enjoyed her daughter's body savoring each piece until Usa finally died for her pleasure. She could feel the fire burning in her cunt as she touched herself, slowly rubbing herself to the most phenomenal orgasm she'd ever had in her life. As she drifted off to sleep, Chibi-Usa knew in her heart that this was one fantasy she needed to make real.

The End