“Let’s do the photos while we wait to find out.” smiled Chloe. “We can do these together if you’d like to? Then I need to record your heights and weights for the government records.” The pre-teens stood side by side against the wall, smiling, while Chloe too front, back and side photos of them then, for a bit of fun, she asked them to wave at the camera, then to hug. Sarah couldn’t help giggling as she felt Oliver’s erection pressing into her tummy, then the slightly sticky, clear string of pre-cum that joined them for a second or two longer as the separated.

“I think I’m gonna have to start calling you Spider-Man!” Sarah teased, wiping her belly with her hand before Chloe passed her a wet-wipe. Fortunately for Oliver, the machine on the desk then pinged and the green light illuminated.

“Splendid!” Chloe grinned. “Looks like it will be a two-course meal after all!” Both friends chuckled this time. Measurement were quickly taken then Chloe declared that they were ready to move on. The friends held hands once more as they were led out of the room and further down to corridor to the kitchen itself.

In the kitchen, several workers were bustling around, some carrying trays of butchered meat and others leading live, naked girls between the different prep stations. Sarah thought Oliver’s eyes would pop out of his head as he looked at all the naked girls, from as young as four or five up to nearly twenty. One busty girl of about sixteen or seventeen was being brushed with oil ready for cooking. As the brush caressed her nipple, she turned and smiled at the passing friends.

“Hey! Put your tongue back in your mouth!” Sarah giggled, prodding Oliver in the ribs.

“Wait here.” Chloe told them. “Someone will be along to take over shortly. Have fun!” They were stood in front of a row of shower cubicles with restraints inside. As they stood looking around, watching the girls being prepped and those that were already cooking in the ovens and pots, Sarah reached down and took Oliver’s hard boyhood in her hand.

“Just relax,” she smiled, “I probably can’t kneel down to suck you here but I can still take care of it!” She quickly pumped her hand back and forward. Oliver had done this many times himself, of course, sometimes even three or four times in a day, but he had never had someone else do it before and, while it wasn’t quite as nice as having his willy in Sarah’s warm, soft mouth, the scenery this time more than made up for it and soon he shuddered as the cum squirted out and oozed onto her hand.

“This is actually pretty good!” Sarah giggled, liking the sticky white goo from her hand. “Want some?” she offered, holding out her hand towards his face but he shook his head. “Suit yourself!” she giggled, before licking up and swallowing the rest of it. This time, possibly due to the excitement of the situation or because of the many, many naked girls and young women to look at, he only half deflated once he had cum, leaving his willy looking bigger than usual and quite juicy.

“Okay!” the black-shirted worker who came over just then clapped his hands together. “I need to get you two scrubbed, which I’m afraid is not going to be fun, but then the buttering is usually a lot more pleasant! Emma?” He called to a passing colleague, “Can you give me a hand, please?” The pretty blonde took charge of Oliver while the man escorted Sarah into one of the cubicles. Like everything else that was happening, she knew to expect it but wondered how her friend would take it.

“Just rinse off for me, first.” the man instructed, pressing a button on the wall to activate the shower. The water was warm with good pressure and standing underneath it looked nice. Sarah thought it would have been more fun if they could have done this part together but she understood that the kitchen was not set up that way. What felt like far too soon, the water was switched off. “Well done,” the man smiled. “Now face the back wall for me and hold your arms up, feet wide apart. That’s it,” he nodded approvingly, “like you’re doing star-jumps!” Dripping wet, her naked pre-teen body gleaming, Sarah did as she was told and the man fixed thick plastic straps around her wrists and ankles with velcro. “Now there’s no two ways about this,” he explained apologetically, “this is going to hurt!”

Wanting, for the young girl’s sake, to get it done as quickly as possible, he dipped his hands in the bowl of moist salt and scooped out a handful then began to scrub her back and rump. It stung, there was no mistaking that, but Sarah gritted her teeth and did not cry out, knowing that this was all part of the process to make her as delicious as she could possibly be. In the next cubical, Emma was trying to keep Oliver’s spirits up by chatting to him.

“I’ve never actually done this with a boy before!” she grinned as she scrubbed his leg, working up towards his rump. “But then I’ve not been working here all that long. You’re really going to enjoy the buttering,” she promised him, “I’ve never known a girl not to enjoy it! Do you know how you’re going to be cooked?” Oliver shook his head, not daring to open his mouth to reply properly. He was coping with the pain but was also loving the fact that an attractive young woman was scrubbing him. Although he knew that she was six or seven years older than him at the very least, his male ego still made him want to impress her with his toughness and certainly to not disgrace himself in front of her by expressing pain. “Oh not to worry!” she smiled, giving his toned buttocks a good scrubbing. “The chefs are really good at advising and all the different ways of whole-cooking are fun!” She carried on in silence for a few minutes until she reached his shoulders then stood up to scrub his arms.

“There we go!” she smiled. “”Time to turn you around. I’m going to undo your wrists now, lean on me if you need to.” Oliver managed to stay steady, despite how shaky his legs felt, relived that for once the discomfort of the salt-scrubbing was enough to distract his body from reacting to the young woman’s touch the way it might otherwise have done, despite the “helping hand” Sarah had given him. Once he had turned around, he was strapped in once more and the scrubbing resumed.

Beside him but unseen, Sarah was in the same position. She had managed to tolerate the scrubbing on her back, even enjoying it a little since the man with his hands all over her was quite good looking, but having her sensitive chest and soft belly scrubbed was incredibly painful, not to mention when he moved lower. Thankfully, the man was efficient and quick and very soon he was unstrapping her then pressing the button to start the water once more so that she could rinse off. She stepped forward as instructed and jets of warm air blew on her from every angle, drying her body and hair out quickly. The man handed her a brush to untangle it which was surprisingly easy, then she stepped out of the booth.

“Let’s get you two buttered,” Emma smiled, seeing that Sarah was now out and stranding next to Oliver, “then I think it will be time to meet your families and discuss how we’re going to be cooking you! Let’s get your hair up out the way first!” she smiled at Sarah. “Don’t want it getting all buttery do we?” She and Sarah giggled together.

Sarah very much enjoyed the feeling of the soft, warm butter being massaged into every inch of her skin below the neck but not nearly so much, it seemed, as Oliver was, as evidenced by the fact he was once more standing at full attention.

“Hmm,” Emma smiled, looking down at his erection then over at her colleague, “do you think the Liquifirm would work on this?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t!” the man smiled, lightly pinching Sarah’s small budding titties. “Bring some for her too!” Now it was Sarah’s turn to be puzzled. She had read up all about the experience of becoming a meat-girl, different cooking methods and what to expect on her big day but she had never come across this name. Whatever it was had to be a new invention and she was very intrigued to find out more about it!

“What is she talking about?” Oliver turned and asked Sarah when Emma went off in search of Liquifirm, whatever that might be. Both had, as promised, very much enjoyed having the butter rubbed all over their raw skin.

“I really have no idea!” Sarah admitted. “It must be some new thing!” As they waited, a group of four girls were brought over to the showers, chatting and giggling together happily. From the looks of them, two of them were sisters, around ten and twelve years old. Sarah wondered if the other two were friends of theirs or just other meat-girls they had got friendly with during their prep. The sisters were both blonde like Sarah but their hair was straight. The younger of the two was plump and looked perfect for oven-roasting whereas the older girl had cute little titties like Sarah’s and had spit-roast written all over her.

The girls seemed surprised and amused to see a meat-boy standing in the kitchen and there was a lot of whispering and giggling and furtive glances before they were ushered into the shower cubicles. The man who had been seeing to Sarah went to help with scrubbing the new batch of girls, telling the friends to wait where they were until Emma returned. Less than a minute later, Emma arrived back holding two large syringes.

“Got them!” she waved them in the air triumphantly.

“What is it?” Oliver asked, curiously. “What does it do?”

“Well it was developed for the older girls.” Emma explained. “It’s a sort of cooking oil that’s injected into the breasts that stops them melting inside while they cook, keeping them big and firm right up to cooking. Ones like yours,” she smiled at Sarah, “don’t really need it to stay firm but we can plump them out a bit if you like?”

“That sounds fun!” Sarah giggled and Emma looked pleased.

“But I don’t have boobs!” Oliver pointed out, looking more puzzled than ever, “And I don’t really want any, thanks!”

“Ah no but you have this!” Emma pressed down the tip of his erection just as Sarah had done in the changing room and watched with amusement as it bounced back into place, wishing it had been accompanied by the twanging sound effect it deserved. “You know how this happens, right?” Oliver blushed and started to stammer a response. “No, silly!” Emma smiled in a friendly way, trying to put him at his ease. “I mean biologically, like how your body actually does it.”

“It fills with blood, right?” Oliver asked, hoping he was right and still feeling a little self-conscious standing naked in front of so many naked girls and discussing his erection with an attractive young woman.

“That’s right.” Emma smiled. Both children listened with interest to her explanation. “But however you cook, you’re going to die sooner or later and, when your heart stops pumping the blood around, this is going to shrink back down, which wouldn’t be so much fun for the people eating you, would it?” Oliver smiled and shook his head. “And I’m sure you want to look impressive when you’re served?” He agreed. “Before, we’ve tied the base very tightly, around here like this,” She put her finger and thumb around the base of his erection and under his balls, “and that keeps most of the blood in but it’s quite uncomfortable and stops you from cumming while you cook, which is not so much fun for you. So what I’m thinking is we inject you with Liquifirm – if it can keep breasts hard and firm while they cook, it should do the same for this, and you can cum as many times as you like without it deflating, sound good?” Oliver nodded a little nervously.

“Oh wow!” Sarah grinned. “This is so cool!”

“This might sting a little.” Emma apologised and Sarah took Oliver’s hand once more. The friends both looked down excitedly as Emma pushed the tip of one of the needles into Oliver’s hard willy, close to the base, and injected about half of the liquid inside. She carefully pulled the needle out and wiped it then pushed it into the under-side of the pink, exposed head where the pulled-back foreskin joined. This was more painful than the first shot and Sarah felt Oliver squeeze her hand a little tighter but very soon it was over and the whole syringe had been emptied into his sensitive boyhood which now tingled all over with a pins-and-needles-like sensation.

“It will be uncomfortable for a couple of minutes,” Emma explained, “but then it will be back to normal. Congratulations!” she grinned, “You’re going to have an erection for the rest of your life!” Oliver smiled and blushed and Sarah giggled. “Now for you, madam!” Emma readied the second syringe and Sarah pushed her chest forward. She winced as the needle entered her left nipple but then looked in wonder as the little bud behind it swelled. Not huge or out of proportion, just a nice, round, very small breast. Emma wiped away the small drop of blood after pulling out the needle then pushed it into the meat-girl’s right nipple and injected the rest of the liquid. “There!” She smiled proudly, looking at her handiwork, “Nice and even!” She looked over at a colleague in a different part of the busy kitchen who gave her a thumbs-up. “Looks like your families are here!” she smiled. “Let’s go say hi and get the order in.”

“Oh crap!” Oliver’s eyes went a little wide as he and Sarah walked hand in hand towards the welcome area where a couple of other naked girls, including the red-haired teen who had arrived just before them, were waiting to meet their families.

“What’s the matter?” Sarah asked, concerned but enjoying the tingling feeling in her freshly-swollen chest.

“All my family are gonna see me naked and with… this!” he looked pointedly down at his erection, rendered permanent with the injection, but with the tingling now easing.

“Did you think they were going to cover it with a napkin when they serve you?” Sarah teased. “I never saw a roast chicken in a swimsuit!”

“I know!” Oliver stuck out his tongue. “But I kinda figured I’d be, you know, dead by the time they saw me and I’d just be meat.

“You know,” Sarah sighed, “I wish you’d told me how conservative your family were. If I’d realised you were going to cook without ever having been fucked we could have done it a couple of times. Oh well. Just try to relax.” She gave his hand a supportive squeeze. “Don’t think of it as being naked in front of people, just think of it as showing them the menu!” The pair stood hand in hand, naked, buttered and smiling as the families were shown in.

“Oh my!” Sarah’s Grandma cooed when she saw the pair, “How sweet! You both look lovely!”

“And tasty, I hope?” Sarah grinned.

“Oh yes!” Her Grandma chuckled, “Absolutely delicious!”

“Looking good!” Ed grinned at his daughter. “Had some work done?” He looked pointedly in amusement at her chest, with which he was very familiar.

“Keeps them big and firm while they cook!” Sarah grinned, pushing her chest forward proudly to show off the little round, newly-acquired boobies. “Think they look yummy?”

“Oh yes!” He reached forward and felt them lightly. “Very nice indeed! I’ll look forward to at least one of those!” There was more gushing and cooing over the friends by both families, most of Oliver’s family apparently making a point of not mentioning his erection. All, that was, apart from his little sister, nine year old Katie.

“Seems like someone is looking forward to cooking!” she teased, looking at it quite hungrily and giggling. “I wonder if it tastes like sausage? I’m going to find out!” She made this last statement proudly, giggling a little.

“Have you decided how you want us cooked?” Oliver asked, blushing deeply and wanting to change the subject as he resisted the very strong urge to cover himself with his hands.

“Don’t tease your brother!” his mum scolded Katie lightly. “I’m not sure, have you got an idea what you’d like?”

“I’m going on the spit!” Sarah supplied helpfully, rocking on her heels and grinning.

“I think, maybe, the oven?” Oliver suggested a little timidly.

“It’s what I would recommend.” Emma agreed. “We can spit-roast boys but it doesn’t work quite so well. I think you’d do very well on one of our roasting frames, would you be okay with that?”

“Oh yeah!” Oliver grinned. “Sounds good!”

“What about you folks?” she asked the families. “Do you have any preferences?”

“The method sounds good!” his mum smiled. “We’ll leave the stuffing and baste up to you,” she looked at Emma, “you know what you’re doing!”

“Very good!” Emma smiled. “Now, would everyone like a tour of the kitchen before we begin the cooking?”

“We’ll go sit down, I think.” said Oliver’s grandpa apologetically, “We’re not so steady on our feet as we used to be.”
“Good idea.” said Sarah’s grandma. “We’ll join you if you don’t mind?” She turned to Sarah. “Happy cooking, sweetheart!” She gave a loving kiss on the cheek. “And lovely to meet you too, Oliver.” She smiled warmly. “I’m sure you’ll both be delicious!” Once the grandparents had said goodbye and been shown back to the dining room, the rest of the party were shown around the kitchen, the two naked friends at the front of the group. There were lots of girls in various stages of preparation and cooking, as well as the two other parties on their own tours crossing paths from time to time. Sarah couldn’t help noticing how much her Daddy seemed to be enjoying the view and she giggled at the bulge in the front of his trousers, feeling sorry that she wouldn’t be able to help him with it.

Soon the tour was concluded and the diners were shown back to dining room while the friends were led to the cooking area.

“Okay!” the chef assigned to them, a tall woman of around forty with light brown hair in a high pony-tail, clapped her hands together as she looked at the pair. “One spit-roast and one oven-roast, is that right?” They both nodded eagerly. “Great! Now, I see that we’re preserving your head, is that right?” She asked Sarah.

“Yes, miss!” she agreed enthusiastically. “I want it made into a Happy Ending toy for my Daddy!”

“I’m sure he’ll be very pleased about that!” grinned the chef. “We’ve just had these new ovens in so that will be no problem.” She patted a glass-fronted, stainless steel box beside her. “See how the end mount is outside the oven? And there’s a hole here for your head so it will stay out of the head. If you’d requested this even a few weeks ago we’d have had to take your head off before you started cooking so you wouldn’t get to experience it properly but now you can cook alive and enjoy that then, when you die, we’ll take your head off and send it for preservation. It should be ready by the time your family finish their meal. And what about you?” She smiled at Oliver. “It’s a little bit trickier with an oven-roast but it can still be done. We offer standard mounting too, like a trophy.”

“Oh no thank you!” Oliver smiled politely. “I want just table-scraps and memories left by the time the meal is over.”

“No problem!” the chef chuckled. “Like I said, it will be easier anyway. You’ll both be basted before you go in the oven but the gutting and stuffing will be done once you’re gone, okay?” Both children nodded. “Let’s get you on the spit first.” She smiled at Sarah. “But I’ll be resting you on the frame for a little while so you can both start to cook at the same time. You’re both around the same size so you should take around the same amount of time to cook.” Sarah nodded to indicate that she understood. “Let’s have you up on the table.”

“Here’s a bit of fun!” the chef smiled as Sarah used the little step-stool provided to get up onto the steel table. “We can use the frame that Oliver will roast on to help with your spitting.”

“Oh that sounds nice!” Sarah smiled as the chef pulled a metal frame the right size from under the table. Oliver looked on with great interest, excited both to see his friend spitted and the frame on which he would be roasted very soon. Sarah was kneeling on the table, smiling and looking expectantly on the chef, waiting for instructions. The frame was set on the table.

“Kneel on front of it,” the chef instructed, “then lean forwards across it. Keep your head forward and hold onto the bars at the front.” Sarah did as she was told and knelt across the frame with her rump sticking out and her eager spit-holes presented. If Oliver had not already been rock hard with the Liquifirm keeping him so, he would certainly have been aroused by the view in front of him, Sarah’s tight, buttered, pre-teen pussy dripping with honey as it waited for the spit.

The chef took the spit from its mounts in the oven and gave it a wipe over with a greased cloth while Sarah waited, her breathing heavy and her heart beating very fast indeed. Knowing that it would not change the appearance of his roasted carcass and remembering what he had been told about being able to do it as many times as he liked, Oliver began to tug on his hard willy, the butter acting as a great lubricator, as he watched Sarah waiting to be spitted. It seemed rather daring to be doing it right there in the open with so many strangers around but nobody had commented when Sarah had tugged him off and he had noticed more than one of the waiting meat-girls fingering themselves so he supposed there was no rule against it and the staff seemed pretty used to it. Perhaps a boy pleasuring himself in this way in the kitchen was a bit unusual but, apart from a few giggling meat-girls, nobody seemed to pay him any attention.

A natural show-off, Sarah couldn’t help being pleased when she noticed what her friend was doing and once again regretted the knowledge that he would be cooked a virgin – something she’d have happily helped him out with if she’d known earlier. It really did seem strange to her! What kind of parents, she wondered, didn’t help their children out with their sexual needs? And he has a sister too – why had they not had fun together? At least pretty young Katie seemed keen on the idea of eating her brother’s willy! Sarah had never actually eaten boy herself and wondered what it was like? She supposed there wouldn’t be a huge difference from girl, perhaps not quite as sweet and maybe a bit tougher? A bit like the difference between chicken and turkey, but she wondered if willies and balls, or oysters as they were usually called on menus, had a particular flavour?

She was distracted from these thoughts, however, when she felt the cold metal tip enter her and immediately her full attention was on her thick, oiled, steel lover. She felt the pole filling her up inside, rubbing against her throbbing clit as it went and stretching her tight passage the way not even her Daddy had been able to do before. Very soon, she felt the sharp tip pressing against her cervix then tearing through it. There was pain, of course, but the sensations were so intense that she really could not tell pain from pleasure as the spit continued its journey through her delicious pre-teen body. Around the tip, as it made its progress, was an intense burning feeling but even more intense was the feeling of euphoric pleasure between her legs as she received the ultimate fuck.

The chef was very good at her job and very soon Sarah could feel the spike pushing at the back of her throat and opened her mouth wide. Oliver sped up his pumping, cumming messily over his fist just as the spit erupted from his friend’s mouth, scraping against her teeth as it continued gliding forwards. Unsure what to do otherwise and not wanting to interrupt the chef by asking for some paper towels, Oliver licked the sticky white mess from his hand, realising that Sarah was right and it really did taste quite good! That was something he wished he’d tried earlier to have more chance to enjoy it but at least he had tried it once.

With Sarah now fully impaled, the chef slipped the frame out from underneath her and helped her carefully to lay down on her front. She enjoyed the feeling of the cold steel surface against her warm, buttered skin, especially her brand new little round boobies that were now squashed against it. She heard a metallic scraping as the stabiliser was slid on. Her eyes went a little wide as the short oiled pole with its rounded end was pushed into her tight ass-hole. A set of cuffs were then slid on and locked into place for her ankles and, as she was going to roast with her head out of the oven, her wrists were secured behind her back with a metal cable-tie rather than being cuffed in front of her the traditional way. Since her hair was already up for the buttering, there was nothing else to do, other than the basting of course, and the chef flagged down a passing colleague to help her lift the spitted girl onto the frame in front of the oven to wait while Oliver was fitted to the frame.

The frame was placed on the table again along with a large, deep roasting pan. Oliver climbed up onto the table as Sarah had done and, as the chef instructed, knelt in the pan.

“Hope you’re feeling bendy?” the chef grinned as she set the frame behind him. Oliver chuckled a little nervously but promised to do his best. The lower bar of the frame held his calves down and the chef helped his, slowly and carefully, to lean back, his back curving over the top of the frame and his head hanging down at the other end. “You’ve not nice hair!” the chef smiled, ruffling Oliver’s dark mop, “Let’s wrap it up so it doesn’t burn.” She took a roll of tin-foil and wrapped it around his head, patting it down and tucking the last wisps under it. “Not the most fashionable,” the chef apologised with a chuckle, “but it will mean you look your best when you’re served. Now,” she instructed, “reach under the frame and clasp your wrists, yup!” she grinned as Oliver did as he was told, “Just like that! Perfect!” She took a thin metal cable-tie and fixed his wrists together.

“Your arms might start to ache after a while,” she apologised, “but this position means you will cook nice and evenly.” Oliver nodded as best he could in the rather awkward position. “Hmm, you’re missing something!” The chef put her hand on her chin and tapped her lips. “Of course!” She went to fridge and took out a red apple which she polished against her shirt then expertly cut the core out of. “Open wide!” she grinned and Oliver did as he was told then she pushed the apple in, leaving him looking and feeling very much like a pig about to roast.

“Okay!” she clapped her hands together once more. “I need to go and collect the baste from the walk-in fridge but I’ll be as quick as I can. Stay here, you two!” she joked as if the friends had any choice in the matter.

Although unable to turn her head, Sarah found that if she moved her eyes to the side she could see Oliver. She had also learned that, with her knees slightly bent as they were, she was able to hump the spit and did so shamelessly, wanting to take full advantage of the thick metal pole penetrating her most intimate and delicious area. Oliver’s shoulders were quite firmly pressed against the frame but he was able to turn his head from side to side somewhat.

Soon after the chef had gone, the man who had scrubbed and buttered Sarah came by with two girls, the blonde sisters from the group which had followed her and Oliver into the showers. He glanced at the oven-ready friends but made no effort to address them, seeing them only as ingredients ready for roasting.

“Okay looks like she’s nearly done with these two.” He told his naked and buttered charges. “Wait here and she’ll deal with you when she gets back.” And with that, he left the blonde sisters alone in the kitchen area, looking with awe at Sarah on the spit and Oliver on the frame, his back arched making his rock-hard boyhood stand proud and almost straight upwards.

“Oh wow!” the younger, plump girl giggled. “Maeve, did you see this?” She reached out and pulled Oliver’s erection back with the tip of her finger, giggling even harder as it sprang back and slapped his belly before returning to its normal position.

“You know what that is, right?” the older girl grinned at her sister. Oliver tried to speak but couldn’t with the apple shoved in his mouth. He could not even raise his head far enough to get a good look at the girls who were examining him with such glee, but Sarah could and had a feeling she knew what was about to happen.

“Well duh!” the younger sister rolled her eyes. “It’s a dick! I have seen one before, you know! Just didn’t expect to see one here!”

“Well yeah,” the older sister grinned even wider, stretching as she spoke and showing off her lovely little titties, “but it’s also an opportunity!”

“What do you mean?” the younger girl, who looked about ten, frowned. Her twelve year old sister did not reply other than to giggle and raise her eyebrows suggestively before climbing up on the step-stool and mounting the table. Oliver could now see her very well as the pretty blonde straddled him.

“Sorry,” she said, taking hold of his throbbing erection, “I don’t know your name and I know you can’t answer but I figure you won’t mind?” Still holding his hard, four-inch shaft she lowered herself onto it, bending her knees. Watching from the side, Sarah wanted to cheer for her friend as the obviously horny pre-teen meat-girl took his virginity. Oliver’s eyes were wide and he let out a contented groan around the apple as she bounced up and down on top of his, breathing fast and holding her hair out of her face, her cheeks pink and her little proto-tits jiggling. She let out a series of gasps and short yelps before one long exclamation that was almost a scream.

“Quit hogging!” the younger sister protested as the twelve year old smiled down at her bound lover, her hands on his buttered chest. “You got your thrill!”

“Okay! Okay!” the older sister laughed, easing herself up and noticing that Oliver’s erection was showing no signs of diminishing. Sarah wondered if this girl had been given the Liquifirm in her tits too and if she realised Oliver had also received a dose. “Be gentle with her,” she giggled, patting Oliver on the chest as she swapped places with her sister, “it’s her first time!”

“Hey!” protested the chubby ten year old. “Just because I don’t fuck every man at church and all my teachers doesn’t mean I’ve never fucked anyone!”

“Sure!” laughed the pre-teen, “Whatever you say!” Now Oliver looked up at the very pretty, plump ten year old with very big dark blue eyes and her thick golden-blonde hair in a pony-tail.

She licked her lips and made a kissy face to him as she gripped his hard willy, now slick with her sister’s honey as well as the butter, and lowered herself onto it. She was even tighter than her sister but not uncomfortable for him and it was clearly not her first time. Like her sister, she bounced happily on him, pressing down on his chest. Sarah humped the spit faster as faster as the meat-girl brought her friend to climax, very pleased that he was at least getting a taste of this sort of fun before he roasted.

“Um, Tara?” the older sister giggled, trying to get the enthusiastic ten year old’s attention. The horny blonde turned her head, blushed and giggled as she saw the chef standing by the table, holding a bowl of dark reddish-brown sauce and raising an eyebrow.

“Oops!” she stood up a little sheepishly, her honey clinging as she separated from the meat-boy and leaving a sticky string between them like mozzarella cheese on a pizza slice. “Sorry I was just…”

“Don’t worry!” the chef shook her head in amusement, setting down the bowl and picking up a cloth to wipe off Oliver’s special sausage. “I can’t hear him complaining. Tara and Maeve, right?” The girls nodded, happy that they weren’t in trouble. “Great! I’ll get you prepped when I’m done with these two but perhaps you’d like to make yourselves useful while you wait?” She handed both of them soft, wide brushes. “You can help me with the basting!”

She had probably intended for the sisters to work on one each but Sarah was not surprised when they both set to work on Oliver. Watching them as best she could, she thought they both looked very tasty and felt excited for whoever was going to be eating them. She wondered who it would be. Since they were sisters, she thought, it was likely to be another family meal but it was also possible that they’d put themselves up for sale on the private menu and had been ordered together. Now working towards her fourth orgasm since being spitted, Sarah did not let up humping as the chef began to baste her personally.

Once she was fully coated from the neck down, including her fingers and toes, the chef asked Maeve to help her lift Sarah into the oven. Although the front could be opened to access the meat while cooking, he oven opened from the top, leaving a semi-circle with a black enamel coating that Sarah’s neck rested in. The spit was locked in place and the top lowered. Sarah felt the top of the circle close around her neck, leaving her body in the oven and her head outside so it would not cook. Out of her view, the chef fiddled with some switches then she felt the heating elements switch on and began to slowly rotate. As she turned, she managed to look and see the sisters help the chef transferring Oliver in his roasting pan into the oven. She felt so happy that her best friend got to have his dream and cook with her and was really proud that they would be served side by side, both families sharing and enjoying their delicious meat. But now that she could not see him any more, she focussed on her own cooking.

She could not cry out with her throat filled with the spit but the feelings were no less intense as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her tender, basted, twelve year old body. The heat began to feel very strong indeed, reminding Sarah of the time she had tried a sauna on holiday with her Daddy. She thought of him now, sat in the dining room looking forward to eating her. She hoped that she would be good and delicious for him and that her surprise present she had arranged for him would keep him from missing her too much once she was in his belly.

She was feeling very sleepy now and no longer able to count the number of orgasms she experienced – it felt more as if she was just experiencing one never-ending one that lapped back and forth in intensity like waves crashing on a beach.

In the oven, Oliver was feeling the same, wishing that he could have pleasured himself while he cooked but happily reflecting on the memories of the unexpected sex with the pretty blonde sisters. He wondered if they had been prepped now and were also cooking or whether they were watching him. The hot air around him was already smelling delicious and he realising that it was his own cooking meat that he was smelling. The only regret of any kind that he had about the day and its events was that he would not get to taste himself! For the second time since being put in the oven, he ejaculated spontaneously on his belly, sure that he could feel his balls stewing in his sack. He knew that Katie was looking forward to his willy but who would have those, he wondered?

Knowing that the end was close, Sarah humped the spit as fast as she could and when her final climax hit, it took her soul with it and she was nothing more than cooking meat. With one final ejaculation from his roasting boyhood, Oliver was only minutes behind her.

Having prepped the sisters and got them cooking – Maeve on a spit and Tara in the oven but without the frame, kneeling with her chin on her folded arms, the chef prepared the stuffing for the friends while she waited for them to be ready for gutting. Three years of working in the Sidney’s kitchen had given her a good sense for when a girl, or boy in this case, would make the transition from person to meat and, sure enough, when she turned to check on Sarah, she found that she was dead. She opened the oven and, with the help of a colleague, lifted her back out onto the waiting frame. With a large, extremely sharp knife, she cut through her neck from all sides, down to the steel within, using a little more force to sever the spine, then slid the head off the end of the spit, amusing herself as she always did with the fact that the spit left Sarah’s mouth in about the right shape to make a Happy Ending toy! She set the head aside to be passed to the taxidermy department then slide the metallic disc to seal the neck-hold onto the end of the spit.

Next she turned the carcass so that it was facing upwards, she slit open the belly and heaved out the viscera, fishing out the liver and kidneys to add to the stuffing. Leaving Sarah headless, open and steaming from within, she then took Oliver out of the oven and set him on the table once more and chuckled at the puddle of white, steaming cum on his belly. Assuming that, like a girl’s honey, it would enhance his natural flavour, she spread it out over his skin, mixing it with the sauce. Not needing to remove his head, she sliced open his belly and gutted him as she had done with his friend. Having retrieved Oliver’s too, she dropped the edible organs into a blender and whizzed them to a fine pulp which she stirred into the stuffing.
She then poured half the stuffing into Oliver and half into Sarah before sewing them up with edible cooking twine made from girl-skin. She then gave both another coat of the sticky sweet honey barbecue sauce and garnished them both with pineapple rings, using cocktail sticks to fix them to Sarah’s carcass, front and back, including one on each buttock and one over each perky nipple, laying over the new, perky little boobies, and laying them on Oliver since he would be served on his back. Chuckling to herself, she pushed one around the head of his permanent erection and carefully pushed it down until it sat flush on his lower belly. Thus prepped, the friends were both put back in the oven to finish cooking and Sarah’s head was collected by a runner who would take it to be preserved.

In the dining room, the hungry families, who were getting on very well, knew that their meal must be nearly ready when assorted kitchen assistants brought out bowls of vegetables and other side-dishes as well as jugs of gravy and other sauces designed to compliment the meat and set them down around the table, leaving a big space in the middle of course.

With the exception of the grandparents, they all stood up and applauded as two large trolleys were wheeled in. On one was an oven-roasted boy, apple in his mouth and hear freshly brushed, laying on his back on a bed of lettuce and other salad garnish, his hand and feet folded under his body and his willy standing up hard and proud. The other had a frame on which was mounted a spit-roasted girl, still on the spit but without her head. Both looked mouth-wateringly delicious.

“Where’s my Sarah’s head?” Ed asked, sounding a little disappointed but familiar enough with his daughter’s naked body to have no doubt, even with her newly-enhanced chest, that it was her. “Did something go wrong in the cooking?”

“Oh no!” the waited grinned as he and his colleague lifted the two roasts onto the table. “It’s all part of a special surprise she arranged for you. You’ll find out after the meal!”

“Ah!” chuckled Ed, “That does sound like her!”

“You do the honours!” Oliver’s dad smiled at Ed, handing him the carving set provided on the table as the waiters returned to the kitchen, leaving them to enjoy their meal. “You arranged this all, after all!”

“Thank you!” He smiled, taking the knife and fork. “Now, I know Katie had her eye on a special sausage?” The pretty little girl giggled and held out her plate as Ed pushed the fork into Oliver’s erect member, piercing the crispy skin, and carefully sliced it off at the base. He lifted it onto the young girl’s plate along with the pineapple ring that surrounded it. “What else would you like?”

“Can I have some thigh from each?” she asked sweetly, “And,” she bit her lip and made puppy-dog eyes, “could I have one of Sarah’s tits?”

“I think I can arrange that!” Ed chuckled, slicing the thigh meat, “But on one condition?”

“What’s that?” asked Katie.

“If you go ahead with the Christmas plans we’ve been discussing,” Ed grinned, “I get an invite!”

“Deal!” Katie grinned and watched happily as Ed pushed the fork into his daughter’s golden-roasted chest and deftly sliced off one of the cute little breasts. The visit to the kitchen had apparently been quite inspiring for young Katie and she had raised the topic herself of whether she could be cooked and whether the people around the table thought she would be good. Everyone had enthusiastically agreed that she would be and her parents had suggested she wait until Christmas and if, at that time, she still wanted to be cooked, then she could be their turkey. Of course a ten year old girl was significantly larger than a typical turkey, not to mention far more delicious, so there would be plenty to go around and space for plenty of guests at the dinner table.

After consulting Oliver’s parents, Ed put one oyster on his own plate and gave the other to Oliver’s mum then carved out Sarah’s fillet and shared it with Oliver’s dad. The second breast, of course, he kept for himself and finished his plate off with a slice of Oliver thigh and several thick slices of Sarah rump. He cheerfully worked his way around the table until everyone had their desired cuts of meat as well as some of the stuffing scooped out of Oliver’s opened-up belly. The diners all happily helped themselves to vegetables, potatoes and sides and soon everyone was tucking in with great gusto.

The meat was better than anyone had dared to expect and everyone helped themselves to second helpings, then to thirds. Katie especially seemed to have hollow legs and a limitless appetite but nobody minded. As delicious as her brother was, they were all keen to see her fattening herself up for Christmas. Oliver’s sausage had been quite a treat and she wished that she was familiar with how it tasted raw to compare to its delicious cooked flavour. Since her own parents seemed to be showing no signs of relaxing their stance on family affection, she wondered if she might be able to arrange to spend some time with Sarah’s dad between now and Christmas. Her parents were always looking for baby-sitters after all, and would need them even more now that she had no big brother!

The oyster, Ed found, was very tasty and burst in his mouth like a meaty tomato. The rump and thigh meat was among the best he had ever tasted but the highlights were, of course, Sarah’s lovely little pre-teen tit and her tender vulva.

By the time everyone was done eating, there was hardly any meat left of the carcasses, just two piles of greasy bones only vaguely recognisable as the children they had been. Even the meat from Oliver’s face had been stripped although the curly black mop still clung to the top of his skull.

A team of waiters came in once more to clean away the scraps and one placed a fancy green cardboard box in front of Ed.

“With your daughter’s compliments!” he smiled as Ed looked at it curiously.

Intrigued, Ed lifted off the lid and set it aside. He parted the light green tissue paper inside then chuckled when he saw what was within.

“So?” Katie leaned in eagerly to see. “What is it?”

By way of answer, Ed reached into the box and lifted out the gift within. It was Sarah’s beautiful head, her golden-blonde hair in a French plait, her twinkly green eyes replaced with very realistic glass replicas and her mouth open in a permanent expression of surprise. A plastic base capped off her neck, looking a little like a choker around her throat. One the back of this black band, in gold letters, was the Sidney’s logo and on the front, in the same swirly font, it said “Sarah Hyde” and gave the date.

“What is it?” Katie asked, curiously.

“I’ll explain later.” Her mum told her, a little primly, which was all Katie needed to work out that it was some sort of sexual toy that her parents would likely not approve of.

“Oh don’t worry!” the little girl grinned cheekily. “I’m sure Uncle Ed can show me next time he baby-sits!”

THE END