// Part Two //

Ebony took care of the cleaning as Emiko was left to lay on the table to doze, rest, and find some release in self-pleasure.

The plastic on the table and benches were removed, the stuffing was replaced with fresh and steaming fried rice and chopped vegetables, the clients were called in as their meal was nearly finished, and, finally, appetizers were quickly prepared and served (Emiko's medium rare grilled stomach and chicken and rice with choice of sauce stuffed into intestines and esophagus).

The clients were, for the most part, average and the number was enough that, to Ebony, there would be few to no leftovers other than scraps. As a chef who lived to cook, this was a good thing to Ebony; to say nothing of her need to feed on the sated hunger of others.

Greetings, words, and compliments were tossed around between clients, chef, and meat, and then seats were taken and Ebony helped and directed Emiko with the final preparations.

Emiko, her legs still shaky but not as bad as when she lost her intestines, stomach, and esophagus, was stood over the tip of the rod with her anus aligned with it. With Ebony's help, she slowly lowered herself onto it, Ebony pushing on Emiko to cause the stuffing to push her remaining organs out of the way of the rod, until she was on her knees.

She was not completely down, thighs were not against her legs, but Ebony had her own ideas of how this would go.

Ebony applied seasoning oils to Emiko's legs and thighs before lightly pulling her down again until her thighs were resting on her leg.

Emiko let out a gasp as she was guided in lowering herself, slowing to a stop to grip at her throat with one hand until Ebony helped with that as well.

"Open your mouth." Ebony said, and Emiko did before she was lowered until the rod's tip was just past her lips. "Good girl." Ebony cooed. "Now, to finish the stuffing." She said.

As the clients enjoyed their appetizers and the show, Ebony took one of her knives, one she had not used before with Emiko, and drew the blade along Emiko's chest, just below her breasts.

There was only a trickle of blood, the knife enchanted to be less harmful and difficult to kill anything, and the skin and muscle was easily parted, opened Emiko's chest cavity so Ebony could scoop stuffing into and fill her.

Ebony did not completely fill Emiko, leaving some room for her to massage and mix the stuffing and to keep lungs and heart pumping, but, for added effect, Ebony did put in enough stuffing for the juices to drip out when massaging. She even added a full bottle of season as she massaged and worked he stuffing around.

When the appetizers were finished, Ebony completed her work on Emiko by tying her arms behind her back with two belts (wrists and elbows) and rubbing in a mixture of cooking and seasoning oils into Emiko's face, keeping a finger's distance from her eyes and nose but using the oils to make her hair slick and easier to tie into a bun.

With that done, Ebony left the clients to their meal, cut and pick, while she went to wash herself off with a rinsing shower before returning to act as waitress, filling drinks, conversing, serving helpings, and taking care of Emiko.

The slowly fading meat girl was left to moan and whimper from the pleasurable pain. She seemed to be enjoying her current state, Ebony helping her find some release by using her unique physique to push her into an orgasm with one foot.

Approaching the next state of the meal, Ebony made sure Emiko was still alive before crouching down behind Emiko, standing on one foot and holding on the her waist with her hands.

Ebony playfully looked felt her way to Emiko's sensitive vagina, her eight fingers teasing and pulling the lips before pulling them apart, spreading them, as she moved her free foot up from between her legs.

Her three toes curled into fist before pushing, fisting really, itself into the human, prompting her to weakly squeal and moan.

Deeper and deep her foot went, the tendril-like appendage stretching and snaking, forming a bulge as it traveled, until it reached her cervix, and then opened to slider her toes in.

Ebony waited for a moment, moving her leg around inside of Emiko to give her one last orgasm, and then gripped the inside of her womb before she began to slowly but surely pull it and her sex canal from her body. Her hands spread the human's lower lips as much as it could be, allowing for as much room as possible, until the sex organ was brought out with a wet plop sound.

Ebony carefully sat the organ down on the table, it cooked and dripping with sex fluids and stuffing juices, and moved her hands to the fleshy tunnel, straightening it with her hands and her foot until it looked appeasing to her.

"Now to prepare the dessert." Ebony said, mainly to the clients as she guessed Emiko might have become unconscious again.

Regardless, she crawled up Emiko's body and sat on her shoulders with her feet on her breasts.

Eye open, but no one was home; perfect for her.

Ebony took out two of her knives, placing one in her left foot and taking the other in her left hand. Simultaneously, she began to carve off Emiko's breasts, taking enough of her chest with it so the fat would not spill or drip out, as she pulled Emiko's head up, over the rod's point, and turned it forward; allowing the rod to pierce into Emiko's cranium to cut into her head and expose the brain.

Breasts cut off, heart and lungs exposed, top of the head along the hair line removed, and brain exposed, Ebony reached for a bottle of seasoning with one hand, put her knife away with the other, and used the one in her foot and her feet to begin cutting away at Emiko's neck and throat into strips.

Emiko was dead now, but the meal continued.

When all of the preparations were finally finished, Emiko had no neck and the rod was firmly through her skull and seasoned brain, breasts were tastefully sitting before her body with her heart and lungs appetizingly inside her chest in a steaming mixture of stuffing.

Ebony, covered in sweat, juices of various kinds, and happy, though not tired in any way, took the time to clean her knives as her clients ate their meal. Beside her was a towel, meant to clean her up slightly, but she was already thinking about her next meal, the recipe used, and wondering how many clients she'd have to feed off of next.