Really struggled to be creative today but here is what I came up with :-) Hopefully some more tomorrow :-)

Pt 21

“There we are!” Sam smiled, giving Megan’s stitched up belly a little pat. “Are stuffed and ready to go! Now all we need to do is get you glazed!” She helped the twelve year old to her understandably unsteady feet while Jack did the same with Laura.

“Looking good, girls!” Frank called, giving them a double thumbs-up. “Really tasty!”

“Thanks!” Laura grinned and blushed a little. Megan giggled. “Hope you’ve left some room for us?”

“Oh I sure have!” Frank assured her with a laugh. “I know there’s a lot of delicious meat on the menu today but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try a piece of each and every one of you!” This apparently satisfied the girls who turned their attention back to the assistants who were both poised with basting brushes and pots of the sweet, sticky syrup.

The glaze was cool, almost cold, in contrast with the warm early-afternoon sun overhead, and made their skin tingle. For Megan especially, the whole situation felt incredibly surreal and she almost did not dare to believe it. Even with her insides removed and replaced with bread and fruit, she could not shake the fear that this was all some kind of prank or that something else would occur to prevent her getting her dream. After the time months earlier when, mere hours from being cooked, here dream had been snatched from here, she had not dared to believe that it would really happen this time. And yet here she was – standing naked in front a crowd of hungry wedding guests, gutted, stuffed and being basted ready for the spit. Finally, she was going to be meat!

“Okay, looks like we’re done!” Sam grinned, taking a step back and looking appraisingly at Megan’s gleaming young body to check that she had not missed any spots. Meanwhile, Laura giggled as Jack gave her small breasts a third coating, claiming it was to prevent them from drying out but, even as young as she was, Laura was not so naive as to believe him! “Don’t worry,” Sam smiled, addressing both girls as Jack somewhat reluctantly conceded that he too was finished, “I’m not going to ask you to lay on your hands again. Here.”

She took two folding stools, a bit like people use around the home for reaching high shelves, but made of shiny metal rather than the usual plastic, from hooks on the far side of the trolley. After carefully unfolding and locking them in their open position, she placed one in front of each girl.

“Right,” she explained, “I’m going to need you to kneel down and rest your chests on these.” With a little help, the girls did as they were told, both experiencing the warmth of the metal against their young nipples which were even more sensitive than usual due to their excitement.