“Thanks Alya, I know this is a bit of a rush,” Marinette thanked her friend.

“No problem, girl!” Alya replied. “It may be last minute, but you can't exactly put it off, and you know I'm always up to help a friend, and I won't say no to a little photography. So, what were you thinking in terms of invitations?”

“I… don't know?” the slender girl admitted. “I've never thrown a party before! Much less ones that needed invitations! And… certainly not one where I'm the main attraction?”

Alya laughed. “Don't you mean main course?”

“Yeah… I guess I do,” Marinette admitted with a blush. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Do I!?” Alya beamed. “Girl! I've been thinking on this non-stop since you asked last night!”

Alya set down her laptop and opened it up, moving next to Marinette so her best friend could see her plans and notes.

“Okay, so I did some research, and while it isn't super common because, you know, parties serving girlmeat aren't super common, I did find some suggestions and examples for invitations,” Alya explained.

Marinette's jaw dropped in shock. “Alya! All of the girls on these invitations are-!”

“Naked? I know, right! That surprised me too! But it makes sense right? Just hear me out,” Alya spoke quickly to head off any protests from her soon-to-be-former best friend. “When people eat girlmeat it's not just about the taste, right?”

Marinette blushed. It definitely wasn't! Girlmeat tasted good, or so she'd heard, but so did plenty of other meat too! No, the main attraction of trying girlmeat was the fact that it was girlmeat! That it came from a girl, another living, thinking, human being! And… it was almost always an attractive girl too!

Marinette knew why. It wasn't that pretty girls tasted better; though they might? At least for all she knew? But it wasn't that. It was that it was… taboo. It was sexual… There was… there was just… something about knowing that a pretty young girl was snuffed to make your meal that made it feel forbidden. It transformed a dish from a meal into an experience.

Alya was still looking at her, waiting for a response.

“R-right,” Marinette replied, still blushing heavily.

“Exactly!” Alya picked up. “It's not about the taste, it's about the girl! It's sexy! The naked girls on these invitations aren't just beautiful, they're also the menu! What you see is what you get! After all, a big part of the allure of eating girlmeat is knowing the girl that became your meal! Or, at least what she looks like,” Alya finished.

“That, makes sense,” Marinette agreed a bit nervously. “So then your idea for the invitation is…”

“You!” Alya confirmed. “Exactly! You're going to strip and we'll just take pictures until we find the perfect blend of 'Marinette' and 'meal' and then we'll just use that as the invitation graphic, okay?”

Marinette was very much not okay, she was nervous, her heart was pounding at an insane rate. This was almost worse than being cooked! At least once she was dinner she wouldn't have to worry what anyone thought about her! This was… This was basically shooting pornography!

But… Alya was right. It made sense. And since this was the only party she'd ever get to throw like this, Marinette did want it to be perfect.

“Okay,” Marinette responded with a firm nod.

“Great!” Alya beamed! “Now get undressed! I'll make sure you're so sexy on the invitation that Adrien won't be able to wait to taste you!”

“Alya!” Marinette protested, but Alya ignored her complains the same as she always did.

The next couple of hours were a whirlwind of softcore pornographic photography. Alya started slow with simple poses; Marinette standing naked, Marinette standing in thigh high stockings, Marinette turned to the side and blushing at the camera with a half-fist held cutely over her lips, Marinette sitting next to the window with her legs together surrounded by her stuffed animals, Marinette in the same position with her legs opened up to give the viewer a glimpse of her perfectly smooth pussy… Dozens of poses like those alone. But as the time moved on, Alya started to urge Marinette into much more daring poses; legs up near her head, caressing her breasts, playing with her pussy, laid out on the Dupain-Cheng breakfast nook, sitting on top of the stove, legs spread straddling the open door of the oven, crawling out of the oven, crawling into the oven, even face flushed bent over double looking back through her legs at the camera while her fingers spread her pussy apart!

Over the course of two hours, Alya photographed every single inch of Marinette; her blushingly innocent face, her long slender legs, her graceful arms, her petite breasts, her cute butt, the entrance to her perfect sex… smooth with just the barest hint of inner labia poking out to give it definition. Every bit of Marinette's body was recorded and stored digitally.

“All done!” Alya proclaimed when she finished. “Well, the truth is I ran out of space on my phone for any more pictures, so even though I'd like to take more, I can't,” the caramel-skinned girl admitted.

“You ran out of space?” Marinette asked incredulously. “What are you going to do with all the pictures you don't use?”

“Well, I thought I'd keep them as a souvenir of an amazing dinner and my BFF,” Alya touched her chin with a finger and looked upwards in thought. “Or should that be an amazing dinner of my BFF?” she teased.

“You're just keeping them?” Marinette confirmed. “Nothing else?”

“That's the plan! Why? Do you want me to send them to someone? Someone named Adrien, perhaps?” Alya teased.

Marinette went practically crimson as she looked aside, her shoulders tensing in embarrassment at the suggestion. “You can if you want to, I mean… You don't have to! But-”

“No problem, Marinette. I read you loud and clear. I'll send Adrien the whole batch after the dinner,” Alya assured her best friend.

“I- thanks,” Marinette agreed, still unable to explain just what the gesture meant to her even though she was running out of time to do so. “Do we need anything else?”

“I don't think so,” Alya reassured her. “I just need to get these pics home to my laptop and I'll have enough invitations for you to hand our tomorrow at school before your great uncle Cheng arrives and you become… well, unavailable?”

“Yeah,” Marinette agreed, her stomach doing flips at the thought. “That's, um…”

“Don't worry! You'll be great!” Alya reassured her. “I'm sure that Adrien's just drooling at the thought of tasting you!”

Marinette blushed, a wide happy grin nearly splitting her face in half at the thought. “I, well- I hope so?”

“For sure!” Alya paused as she headed towards the door. “Oh! One last thing before I leave you alone to enjoy the thought of Adrien enjoying you,” Alya paused, the innuendo plastered on her words heavily enough that they were almost visible as they hung in the air. “Who did you want to invite?”

Marinette's eyes widened. “Oh! Right! That! Well… Um… I guess I shouldn't invite the whole class? There's only so much of me to go around after all, and Sifu Cheng will want to make a few different dishes… Between him and my parents that's three already, and then you and Adrien of course! That's five. I, I know you have a crush on Nino, but… I'm… not really comfortable with another boy our age besides Adrien eating me?” Marinette explained.

“That's fine,” Alya waved her off. “This is your big party, not mine.”

“Thanks Alya!” Marinette beamed. “So, My family, you and Adrien makes five. Maybe Juleka and Rose? Mom said Sifu Cheng wanted to set up a table in my room since it was really the only space big enough and since… well… I won't be using it?”

Alya's eyes widened as she looked around the room and then back at her naked friend. “That's actually… really cool,” Alya decided. “Do your your mom and dad need help? I'd be happy to drop by early to move your stuff out? And I have a lot of sexy pics in here that would make really for good posters if they want them?” Alya asked, indicating her phone with a jaunty grin.

“You can ask her on the way down? I don't actually know what she plans to do with the room. It doesn't really scream 'sexy dinner' to me.”

“True! But it does scream 'Marinette!'” Alya retorted.

Marinette nodded. “I certainly made it my own,” she agreed. “So yeah, My parents, Sifu Cheng, You, Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. That's everyone.”

“Got it! And I'll send the pictures to Adrien after the dinner, okay?”

Marinette blushed at the thought, and nodded quickly, knowing her voice would betray her if she spoke up.

“Okay girl!” Alya waved goodbye. “Enjoy yourself! And stay tasty!” the caramel-skinned girl lifted the trap door to Marinette's room and let it close behind her with a loud resounding thump.

Marinette blushed, hugging herself. She felt like she had a million butterflies fluttering in her stomach right now. She couldn't believe she was really doing this!

Maybe Alya had the right advice? She was already naked after all… Maybe she should enjoy herself?

______

At school the next day Marinette was an absolute mess of competing emotions. And the four invitations with her blushing naked body on the cover in what Alya called her most 'demure schoolgirl pose' certainly weren't helping her nerves any. Marinette wasn't really sure why Alya gave her her invitation too, but her best friend just told her that she wanted to experience Marinette giving an invitation to her too. It was almost the end of the day and it was the last break between periods before it was time to go home.

Marinette knew she was just procrastinating now, but… something about the thought of actually handing out the invitations to her great uncle's Marinette-themed dinner party made it feel a lot more final. Of course, procrastination had brought around a bit of good luck too! Chloé, that wicked girl, had faked an illness the period before to leave early! Which meant that the path was completely clear for Marinette to hand out invites without the blonde-haired bully's particularly odious brand of interference.

The blue-haired girl looked around. Juleka and Rose were talking in the back and Adrien had been giving her appraising looks all day, and Alya was grinning like a loon and giving her a thumbs up. Now was… well it was as good a time as any. She waved to Alya and pointed to Rose and Juleka in the back, then nodded her head at Adrien and jerked it in the same direction.

Adrien's eyes widened as he pointed to himself and mouthed the word “Me?”

Marinette nodded quickly, trying not to blush and headed to join Alya in the back with the other two girls she'd decided to invite.

She got there just in time.

“Marinette?” Rose asked, looking up at her as Adrien slid into the seat next to them. “Alya said you had something you wanted to tell us?”

Marinette shot an annoyed glance at her bustier, duskier friend, but received only a smile in return.

“That's right,” she nodded to the petite blue-eyed blonde. “I… did you see the final episode of World's greatest chef a while back?”

Rose scrunched up her face cutely trying to remember, but before she could come to a conclusion, her best friend Juleka, the shy emo girl with the two-toned hair, spoke up.

“That's the one with the celestial soup, right? Which the chef renamed 'Marinette soup'?” she asked, the pinkish purple highlights in her almost black hair drawing Marinette's attention the same way they always did.

Marinette smiled! “Yeah! That's the one! Well…” she abruptly lost steam. “I um… That was my great uncle, Sifu Wang Cheng.”

“Wow!” Rose replied beaming. “That's really cool Marinette! But… why are you telling us this now? You're not like Chloé, name dropping famous people you know for no reason…”

“It's well,” Marinette blushed. “Alya and Adrien already know this, but Sifu Cheng is arriving in Paris again today, just after school. He had an idea for a themed menu using an ingredient that not available anywhere else?” Marinette admitted nervously.

Juleka blinked, looking at Marinette clearly waiting for her to continue.

“And?” Rose prompted.

“Well, the ingredient… is me,” Marinette confessed.

“You!?” Rose asked, stunned.

Marinette nodded. “He wants to make a whole Marinette-themed dinner menu, using real Marinette as the main ingredient,” the blue-haired girl revealed almost fretfully.

“That's… are you okay with it?” Juleka asked, not quite certain what to say.

“I… sort of?” Marinette hesitated. “I guess I sort of volunteered? I agreed to do it, anyway,” she mumbled.

“So, if you don't need help?” Rose confirmed, receiving a nod in return. “Why are you telling us?”

“Well, since I'm the main ingredient, Sifu Cheng said that I could invite whoever I wanted to the dinner party.”

“The dinner party where you're the main course?” Juleka confirmed.

“I'm sort of… every course?” Marinette replied. “He's starting out with his famous Marinette soup though, this time using real Marinette to flavor the stock.”

Juleka and Rose's gazes shifted as they looked at her. They were… appraising now. They were looking her as much as potential meat as a friend, and after the increasingly elaborate fantasies that Marinette had indulged in last night, the petite teenager couldn't deny that being looked at like that was… kind of turning her on.

She opened her bag and pulled out the invitations, each hidden in its own unsealed envelope and handed them over. “The dinner is tomorrow night, I'd really like it if you'd come?” Marinette asked, handing the two other invites to Alya and Adrien respectively, trying very hard not to think of just what sort of image was on the cover of the invite she'd given him. “All the information is in there, and on the front there's a picture of…. the menu,” Marinette only just barely managed to get the euphemism out.

“The menu?” Adrien asked. “You mean, you?”

Marinette blushed so hard that she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. “Yes,” she admitted. “Just… keep them secret until after tomorrow, okay?”

Adrien nodded. “Of course. I'll definitely be there! What wine do you think you'd go best with? I'd like to bring a bottle as a gift.”

“I…” Marinette froze, blindsided by both the questions, and the immediate fantasies of just what else Adrien could do to her with the slender neck of a wine bottle. “Whatever you think best?” Marinette squeaked.

Adrien smiled and tucked the invitation away. “Well, I'll bring an assortment then. You're worth the extra expense.”

Marinette stood stunned, nodding for lack of ability to manage doing anything else.

“Thanks for inviting me, by the way! The last time I got to have girlmeat it was pretty unforgettable. I can't wait to taste you!” Adrien stated as he walked away.

Marinette was so stunned that she missed the look shared between the three other girls that Adrien had left behind.

“Yeah, that's exactly why she's doing it,” Alya agreed. Marinette wasn't sure what with, she'd heard Rose speaking a few seconds ago, but hadn't really paid any attention.

“Figures,” Juleka agreed.

“Sorry! I was… a bit distracted? What did I miss?” Marinette asked, looking between the three remaining girls all of whom sported knowing smiles on their faces.

“Nothing, just girl talk,” Alya assured her.

“Right well… will you come?” Marinette asked the pair. “I know it's short notice but…”

“We'll come,” Rose agreed. “A free girlmeat dinner prepared by the world's greatest chef?” Rose paused. “It sounds amazing, as long as you're okay with it, I mean.”

“I am,” Marinette assured her. “I mean, I'm super nervous about the whole thing and… other things too,” Marinette tried to evade less than deftly. “But I did volunteer. Well, kind of at least? I agreed anyway, so… you should enjoy eating me!” Marinette explained.

“If you're sure?” Juleka asked.

Marinette nodded, not trusting her already flighty mouth to respond in full sentences.

“Then we'll be there,” the emo girl declared.

“Thank you!” Marinette beamed just as the bell rang signaling the next class. It was back to work. 'At least,' Marinette thought to herself, 'this is the last class I'll ever have to take.'

_______

Great Uncle Wang Cheng pulled Marinette into a massive bear hug when she got home. “Marinette! Thank you for agree to being main ingredient in menu! It honestly all I been thinking of months! I had whole meal planned out, but unsure if I could get main ingredient. You will make menu perfect!”

Marinette smiled, glad that her mother's uncle was happy even if it was about cooking her. It felt… nice being swept up in his powerful arms; comforting, despite his plans for her. “You're welcome Sifu Cheng. But… why me?” she asked uncertainly.

“For best menu, each dish requires best ingredients. Fresh! Natural! In good shape!” Sifu Cheng explained. “You are all these things. And more! A perfect blend of eastern and western. You are also good girl; sweet, innocent. This cooking? Good ingredient only go so far. The girl must be pretty and likable too! Only the best girls suitable for eating!”

Marinette smiled. It really was a nice compliment, even if it did lead to her getting cooked.

Marinette bowed slightly as her great uncle let her down, “Thank you Sifu Cheng, I'm honored you want to use me in your cooking.” Marinette wasn't lying, whatever else she felt about this whole thing she was honored that Sifu Cheng wanted to use her as the main ingredient for the dinner he had planned. Sifu Cheng was the greatest chef in the world! And he wanted to use her! It really was an honor.

She just… sort of wished he'd honored someone else with it.

“As good as it is to see you, Marinette, there is not much time to cook before tomorrow dinner. Do you wish to ask anything?”

Marinette blinked at the sudden shift in tempo. What was there to ask? Sifu Cheng was a world famous chef! He probably had everything about the dinner under control! And after the dinner, well, there wasn't much point in asking about that anymore? Still… There was one thing she wanted to know.

“What do you plan to make me into for tomorrow, Sifu Cheng?” Marinette asked curiously.

“Hmm… That is very good question. I have many plans, but… I will need to see which ones ingredient works best with first. If you strip, I can look at you and tell you,” Sifu Cheng explained.

Marinette's eyes widened comically at the suggestion before she realized that it really wasn't that surprising. Sifu Cheng couldn't exactly cook her naked, so she'd have ended up naked in front of her great uncle sooner or later.

“Right!” Firming her conviction, Marinette nodded before starting to undress.

Her shoes, slippers really, came off first, followed by her tight pink jeans as the half-Chinese half-French girl carefully unbuttoned and slipped them off, leaving her dressed in just her panties below the waist. She blushed a bit as she realized how young her cute white panties with the pink hearts on them made her look, but… they were her favorite pair, and the comfort they provided had helped her a lot when it was time to pass out invitations to Sifu Cheng's Marinette-themed dinner party not more than an hour beforehand.

Marinette continued when she realized that Sifu Cheng wasn't going to comment on her cute little panties. She shrugged off her long-sleeved jacket and folded it neatly atop her jeans. She probably wouldn't be using either anymore, but that was no reason not to be neat about it. And… it would make things easier on her mom, whatever she decided to do with them.

Of course, that left Marinette standing around in just her panties and her favorite flower-patterned tank top. Carefully, so as not to mess up her hair, Marinette pulled the tank top over her head and set it down in the pile with the rest of her clothes. She was mostly naked now, aside from the parts concealed by her panties and bra the rest of her body was on full display.

Sifu Cheng motioned for her to continue. That made sense. Alya had shown her the research last night, a girl's breasts and her lady parts figured prominently in most girlmeat cuisine. She carefully unhooked her plain white bra and set it on the pile, freeing her somewhat small breasts to the cold air of the room.

Marinette took in a deep breath as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and pushed them down enough to step out of them. They were her last remaining piece of clothing. Her last protection from the world. But… Only humans needed clothing. Meat didn't.

She looked up to see Sifu Cheng appraising her like the master chef he was. Taking her apart in his mind to figure out what dishes she'd be used best for.

“Yes. Is as I thought. You are a perfect ingredient,” Sifu Cheng smiled. “I know what to do with you.”

“Just from looking?” Marinette asked.

Sifu Cheng nodded. “I have had much practice in cooking. A good chef can tell a good ingredient on sight. This is why I picked you.”

Marinette blushed. “Then…”

“Yes, the menu. It is natural for a girl to be curious as to what the meat will be used for,” Sifu Cheng nodded. “I will go course by course.”

Marinette straightened up in expectation, hanging on every word.

“Since you are a French girl, this will be western meal. But since you are also Chinese, we will season you as such,” Sifu Cheng explained. “So, since you are a french girl, the first course should be hors d'oeuvres. Bruchetta with Marinette bacon and… crackers with brie and Marinette caviar. This will be best combination with meal. Light, but good for getting at the taste of you,” Sifu Cheng explained.

“Caviar?” Marinette asked confused. “I'm not a fish.”

“True,” Sifu Cheng agreed, “But you still have eggs.” He reached down and touched two spots right above her pubic mound. “Here and here.”

Sifu Cheng paused. “While you are butchered, I will take them out and prepare them for hors d'oeuvres. There will not be much, but it should be enough for each guest to have some. Marinette bacon bruchetta will be more plentiful.”

“How… how will it taste?” Marinette asked anxiously.

“Caviar? Good. Light. A bit of salt, a lot of flavor, but it will not stay long, just enough to introduce you to your guests. Also, the caviar is very good at setting the mood for girlmeat dinner. But the Bruchetta? Heavier. Still light though. Just enough to entice palate, make guests want more.”

Marinette nodded, not sure how she felt about people eating her eggs like caviar, but Sifu Chen was probably right about it setting the mood. As Alya pointed out, a girlmeat dinner was all about the taboo, sexual feeling of eating a girl. It made sense to start off with something like Caviar for that.

“Then… what next?” Marinette asked, a strange blend of eagerness and anxiousness mingling in her veins.

“Soup. Marinette soup of course. I have been thinking of it ever since the show at the hotel. What real Marinette soup would taste like. This is what started this whole idea,” Sifu Chen explained.

Marinette nodded. She wasn't sure how Sifu Cheng intended to make her into soup, but that wasn't really all that important. She'd certainly fantasized about the transformation more than enough. He probably wouldn't boil all of her at once in a huge pot? She'd find out when the time comes. Though, if he snuffed her before it happened, maybe she wouldn't?

“And then?” Marinette asked.

“Marinette Wellington, served with baby carrots and mashed potatoes,” the burly chef replied.

“Marinette… Wellington?” the half-French girl asked, having never encountered the dish.

“Yes. It is an English Dish, so it is not surprising you do not know it. Take meat from here,” Sifu Cheng brushed his fingers down her sides, beneath her ribs but above her pert behind, “and coat with Marinette pâté with wine and duxelles,” He paused, frowning. “Paste of minced mushrooms and other ingredients. Then wrapped in puff pastry and baked. Will use Chinese wine and Chinese mushrooms and spices for this. It will taste good, do not worry.”

Marinette wasn't worried at all, the shiver down her spine at Sifu Cheng's touch was just because her sides were a bit ticklish! That was all!

“It is a fun dish, beautiful, but a bit flaky on the outside, but with real meat within. I think it fits Marinette well,” Sifu Cheng explained.

It did sound like a fun dish; Marinette thought to herself. Though, did she really come off as flaky? She blushed, remembering how she ditched Alya last week at the last second to deal with Ladybug things… Maybe she did come off as flaky after all?

“Next dish is steak. Seasoned overnight, in soy sauce, garlic, salt, other spices too. Steak will be cut into small strips tomorrow night once roasted before serving,” Sifu Cheng outlined.

“Overnight?” Marinette asked. “I was hoping to greet my guests and say goodbye.”

Sifu Cheng's face scrunched into a sympathetic frown. “Sorry, but that will not work. Good cooking requires time. Steak needs to marinate. Bacon needs to be cured. I have secret method to cure bacon in only one night instead of over course of week, but still needs at least that much time.”

Marinette frowned. It wasn't ideal, but… there really wasn't anything she could do. Sifu Cheng was right, good cooking did need time.

Marinette's great uncle's eyes sparkled as he thought of something to distract his niece's daughter from her melancholy thoughts.

“There is of course special cut served in this course,” Sifu Cheng traced a finger down until it was pointing at Marinette's pussy. Marinette was startled to realize she was drooling from the mouth below her waist!

“Girlmeat filet, highly sought after. Yours will be served with the steak. Is there special friend you want to have yours? Otherwise will give filet to your mother as thank you for creating such wonderful ingredient.”

Her filet!? Sifu Cheng meant… Marinette's eyes followed where his fingers were pointing. Sifu Cheng meant her lady parts! That's! That was…!

“My pussy?” Marinette's jaw dropped and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, shocked at what she'd said.

Sifu Cheng nodded. “Is widely considered best part of girl. Most fun to eat. Should go to close friend, I think.”

A close friend? Alya was her closest friend, but… She wasn't why Marinette was doing this. “Adrien,” she stated. “I want…. I want Adrien to have my… my filet,” Marinette stumbled through the words, but her will saw her through to the end. Adrien was the one whose lips she'd imagined on her pussy, though… not like this. At least… not until last night.

Sifu Cheng smiled. “Adrien? Yes, I remember! Adrien is boy who you like,” he recalled, receiving only an incandescent blush in return. “Do not worry. Is not unusual for girls to give filets to boys they like. Sometimes girls they like too…” He explained. “I will make sure your filet is perfect for your crush,” Sifu Cheng reassured her.

“Thank you,” Marinette replied, still unable to completely control her blushing.

“This is least I can do for star ingredient,” Sifu Cheng assured her. “Last dish is dessert. Sabine says you like ice cream?”

Marinette smiled. “It isn't weird is it? I know we live in a patisserie, but there's just something about ice cream on a nice spring day that's just… perfect!”

“This is fine,” Sifu Cheng reassured her. “Last dish will be Ice Cream. Strawberry, with bits of candied Marinette bacon and topped with secret Marinette sauce.”

“Sauce?” Marinette asked.

Sifu Cheng nodded. “Secret girl sauce for ice cream comes from filet,” he explained. “You must make some while I set up kitchen to cook you. Tastes good when other ingredients added. Sugar mostly. But tastes like desire and adds much to experience. Sauce is perfect farewell from meal to diners,” Sifu Cheng explained. “It is final reward for eating you.”

“Like an orgasm,” Marinette realized with a blush.

Sifu Cheng nodded unphased. “Exactly! Can you gather sauce for them? More Sauce is better.”

Could she? Marinette wondered. She wish she'd known last night. She'd practically soaked her bedspread with wasted sauce just fantasizing! Her orgasms were always pretty juicy… and thinking of Adrien did speed things up a lot. Knowing that he'd be eating her filet had only added fuel to the fires of her arousal. And… There was that ladybug-themed vibrator that Alya had gotten her for her birthday still sitting in her room hidden in the depths of her panty drawer… The 'Lady Love Bug', Marinette remembered it was called…

“I can,” Marinette nodded firmly.

“Wonderful!” Sifu Cheng beamed. “Go get what you need. If we start now, maybe this will not be such a long night after all?”

To Be Continued…