Sorry everyone - as you can imagine, life is a little hectic at the moment but I woke up this morning wanting to write about Kerry so here's a little update :)

Pt 3

As she left the dining room and followed the assistant back down to the kitchen, Kerry’ head was spinning with an intoxicating mixture of excitement, anticipation, nerves and happiness. Not only was her meat going to be a final treat for a bunch of young meat girls, which felt very satisfying and fitting but, having been wondering whether she was going to experience being butchered or cooked alive, she new knew that she would get a taste of both! Before, that is, the diners got a taste of her.

There was a spring in her step as she entered the kitchen that made her small breasts bounce jiggle as she walked. Noticing this with amusement, she recalled how one of the diners who she took to be around ten years old had flashed her little lumps of puppy-fat at her, excitedly explaining how they would very soon also be cooked. Kerry could not help wondering how own little boobies would taste when they were roasted along the with rest of her body.

The thirteen year old was quickly distracted from these thoughts, however, when she saw the large-breasted blonde standing over a table where the smaller girl she had been showering with was being prepared for the oven. The small girl was oiled up and posed like a roast turkey in a deep oven pan but appeared to still be very much alive! The blonde was stroking her hair and speaking to her soothingly while the little one’s vagina was filled with stuffing from a piping bag by a kitchen assistant.

“How’s she going to be cooked?” Kerry asked with curiosity, indicating the older girl.

“Kinda interesting story, really!” The assistant who was escorting Kerry explained. “She’s not actually being cooked today but her parents are friends of the owner and they’re having a garden party tomorrow so we agreed we’d butcher her for them. We’ll get her chopped up and packaged while they’re eating her daughter who they’re having cooked tonight so they won’t have to look after her when she’s gone.”

“Her daughter?” Kerry was surprised. “Oh. I thought they were sisters!”

“No, she made a few mistakes when she was about your age,” the assistant chuckled, “and ended up with a little one. Quite sweet really, mother and daughter both becoming meat at the same time. Oh don’t worry,” she noticed the slightly troubled look on Kerry’s face, “the little girl is totally up for this. She even chose how she wanted to get cooked! Apparently she’s been pretending to be a roast turkey since she was about two and her favourite game it to lie naked on the table and the others have to pretend to eat her! Well,” she chuckled, “there will be no need for pretending tonight!”

“Right!” A large but kind-faced man who appeared to be in charge of the kitchen walked over and greeted them both with a smile. “Have we got our orders?” The assistant handed over her note bad and he cast his eye over it, nodding occasionally and making little sounds of affirmation before tearing off the relevant page and handing the notebook back. “All seems pretty straight-forward.” he smiled. “Let’s get started, shall we?”