Chapter 4

When Claire entered the big, shiny kitchen she was greeted by five chefs, all clad in pristine white chef uniforms. They greeted her, shaking hands and telling her what an honor it was to meet her, and how lucky she was to get selected to be a prime meat girl. They all admired her body, squeezing her thighs, arms, butt or even her tiny tits. The last to introduce herself was the head chef, Susan, an attractive woman in her thirties, with dark hair and a curvy figure.

“What a lovely meat girl!” she said as she greeted Claire. The girl smiled, enjoying being the centre of attention for everyone in the room.

“Looks like a prime candidate for an oven roast, don’t you think?” Frank asked.

“Oh absolutely, Frank, I’m getting hungry just looking at her. Just come with me, Claire, we’ll get started right away. The first thing we’re going to do is cover you with butter, and I really mean all of you. Just stand here and let us do the work!”

The chefs went to work on Claire’s body, coating her with generous amounts of butter. Of course, special attention were paid to her tits, her pussy, and her sweet little ass. When Susan said all of her, she really meant it, and the chefs even coated the girl’s face and her feet. One of the chefs brought forward a giant pan, big enough to hold the entire girl.

“Climb into this, please,” Susan said, and Claire did as she was told. Once in the pan, she was lifted up on the counter, to allow the chefs easy access to her body. “Now, if your breasts were a little bigger we’d stuff them, but they are just so round and perfect on their own, so I think we’ll leave them just as they are,” Susan said while squeezing Claire’s right tit. “We’ll definitely put stuffing here though,” she said as she groped the girl’s pussy. “We might even put something in your backdoor,” she said with a sly smile as she let her finger run over her ass. “You ready?”

“Absolutely!” Claire said, eager to get started for real.

“Great! Just lay on you back like you’re doing now, but grab your legs and pull them back towards your head.” The position exposed the girl’s private parts almost obscenely, allowing anyone full access to her holes.

“I don’t need to think about it, these people are professionals,” thought Claire, though she still found the position a little humiliating.

“Good girl!” Susan said. “Don’t worry about feeling shy, we’ve seen everything many times before.” This calmed the girl a little, and she relaxed, trying to get as comfortable as she could. “We’re going to stuff your little girly parts full of stuffing now. We’re starting with your womb, which means we have to feed a tube past your cervix. It will hurt a bit, but only for a moment. OK?”

Claire nodded. The chefs were holding a strange looking device, with a narrow tube at one end connected to a pouch of some sort on the other end. “That must be where they keep the filling,” Claire reasoned. The chefs coated the tube with butter and inserted it into Claire’s virgin pussy. It was narrow, and slid in easily, until it stopped when it hit the cervix.

“Hold on Claire, this is going to hurt a bit,” Susan said right before she thrust the tube right through the cervix.

“Aaah!” the girl screamed. “That didn’t hurt a little bit, that hurt a lot!”

“Sorry darling, but we got through. You’re such a good girl! We’re starting the filler now.” Claire felt something cold enter her tummy, and realized it had to be the stuffing. The pain had quickly faded to a dull ache, and her sense of wonder took over.

“What’s the stuffing made of?” Claire asked?

“Well, it’s onions, sage, breadcrumbs and a whole lot of butter of course,” Susan replied. “We’ve filled your womb up now, can you feel it?” Susan grabbed the girls hand and guided it to her lower abdomen where a small, hard bump had formed. It was barely visible, but for Claire it felt very different.

“My tummy is so hard there!” Claire said. “And I can feel the bump! It’s as if I’m pregnant!”

“Indeed it is, darling, you literally have a food baby inside of you!” Susan replied with a giggle.

Claire seemed to have forgotten about the pain for now, and laughed merrily at Susan’s joke. The team of chefs removed the feeding tube from her pussy, and replaced it with a much thicker one for filling up her vaginal canal. Claire felt it going into her pussy, rubbing against her inner walls.

“Mmm, that feels good!” Claire said, in between soft moans. The stuffing filled up her pussy, expanding the girl’s vagina. It pushed against her abdomen, and it was really starting to look like she was pregnant.

The filler worked its way downwards, and before long Claire was filled up with tasty stuffing. When Susan removed the feeding tube from her opening some of it gushed out, and every slight movement Claire made pushed on the stuffing.

“We’ll have to plug you up, darling!” Susan said.

“Are you going to stuff a big onion in there or something, to hold it all in place?” asked Claire.

“We’re going to do one better, we’re going to sow up your opening, so nothing can get out. It will make your labia nice and crispy when you’re done cooking.”

“Won’t that hurt? I really don’t like needles.”

“It’ll hurt just a little bit, right … now” Susan said as she stuck a syringe into Claire’s groin, right beside her clit.

“Ouchie!”

“Good girl, now you won’t feel a thing when we seal you up!”

One of the chefs found a needle and thread and went to work on Claire’s labia, and it was true; even when a few drops of blood trickled down her lips she didn’t feel a thing. The result was a tight seal that would keep all the stuffing in place inside the girl. Susan held a mirror in front of Claire’s sown shut girl parts. “It looks yummy!” she said, admiring the chefs’ remodeling of her crotch and the clearly visible bump from her pussy up to her lower abdomen.

“You’re almost ready for the oven now, darling. Just a few finishing touches to go. Can you stand on all fours for me?” Susan said, and the girl eagerly obeyed. The experienced chef used her hands to guide the girl into the desired position, with her tummy curved downwards and her ass sticking up high. Susan took a rather large carrot, and carefully guided it into the girl’s puckered booty. The anesthetic had done its job, leaving her sphincter relaxed enough to accommodate the foreign object, swallowing it until only a small, green bush was sticking out between her asscheeks. The last thing to do was to cover Claire’s head in an insulating cap to protect her hair, shave off her eyebrows with a small electric razor, and give her another round of more powerful anesthetics, this time in the arm. Susan took up the mirror again, and held it in front of Claire’s face. She laughed when she saw her reflection, without eyebrows and wearing a silly looking cap. At least she looked like a proper meat girl, and she was ready for the oven. It was custom-built and could accommodate her entire length, so all she had to do for the final prep was to lay down flat in the pan, and let the chefs put generous amounts of vegetables around her.

Claire went into the oven, though it wasn’t warm yet. Putting her into a preheated oven would send the poor girl right into shock, which would be terrible for her meat. Claire heard the fans start turning, and soon after warm air blew against her soft skin. It felt like a hot summer day, when the ground would warm up the wind so that it felt no cooler than the air around. The girl enjoyed it while she could, after all it was about to get a lot hotter. The warm air dried out her throat and nose, and she began breathing with her mouth in an unconscious effort to cool down her body.

Susan peaked into the oven after a few minutes, and it was clear that the girl was starting to feel the heat. The anesthetics would alleviate most of the pain, but her body would still react to the heat. Her little chest was rising and falling rapidly and her face clearly showed discomfort. Susan knocked on the glass, and the girl turned her head towards her.

“Are you okay in there?” she yelled in order for the girl to hear her through the glass.

“My butt is on fire, but I’ll get through it!” she stoically replied.

“Hang in there, you’re going to be so tasty!”

The statement cheered up the girl, and it was a small relief knowing that her suffering would make her delicious. She would feed a lot of people and make them very happy. She thought of her parents, who had been very pleased with the money they had been given, and proud that their daughter would give herself to such a selfless cause. She thought of her sister, who could finally get that new toy she wanted. Knowing this made her happy, though the realities of life in the oven was about to catch up to her.

The heat levels had gone from uncomfortable to painful, and it was only going to get worse. She noticed a fog forming on her vision, and it hurt every time she blinked. Her eyes had dried out and was starting to cook, blinding her. Claire decided do keep her eyes closed so that she had one less kind of pain to worry about. Her nose and mouth were burning, the inner flesh exposed to the hot air every time she took a breath. The air continued down into her lungs, burning her throat on the way down and damaging the tissue responsible for giving her oxygen. She felt dizzy and her head hurt. Pain was also coming from her crotch, especially her clit. Only a small hood of flesh separated it from the scorching heat, and more and more of the plentiful nerve receptors were sending signals of agony to her brain. Quite a few of them bypassed the effect of the painkillers. The brain itself was also starting to cook, disorienting the girl and slowly but surely fading her senses away. She still had somewhat of a sense of smell though, as the butter was reacting with the heat and her skin, giving off a delicious smell of cooked meat. “I’ll be delicious, I’ll be delicious” the girl repeated to herself as a mantra to get herself through her pain. Her body temperature kept rising, effectively giving her a lethal fever. She was hyperventilating and her heart was in overdrive, but Claire didn’t react to it as she was slipping into unconsciousness. With a final “I’ll be delicious” her mind effectively ceased to exist, leaving only her basic vital functions. Her breathing slowed, and as less and less oxygen got to her heart, it shut down. By the time of her first basting, Claire had already met her demise.