“Have you ever seen one of these before?” Jennifer asked the two children who stood naked, scrubbed and holding hands, looking in awe at the huge, open-fronted brick oven in front of them. They both shook their heads in wonderment – it really did look like something out of a fairy tale, making them feel like Hansel and Gretel! Although in their case, of course, they would be going willingly into the oven. After all, they had not been following special fattening diets and preparing themselves for the last three months to suddenly decide to run away now or try to push the nice cook into the oven in their place!

“We’ve only had this a few weeks!” grinned Jennifer, stroking the rough outer wall of the bulbous oven rather lovingly, “And it cooks up our signature dish so well! It’s basically a giant pizza oven.” She smiled at the cute pair. “And it makes sure you cook slowly and evenly, the old-fashioned way! So,” she clapped her hands together and beamed at the children, “are we ready to get started?”

“Wow!” Harper looked at the huge, rolled-out piece of dough on the table, smeared all over with rich and herby tomato paste. “Are we going in there?”

“In a few minutes!” the young woman chuckled. “We’ve got a little more prep to do first! Now, this isn’t going to be very comfortable I’m afraid.” She explained apologetically, leading them over to a table next to a large metal box that resembled a petrol pump, complete with hose attached to “gun” with a long, thing metal barrel. Instead of a display in the top, however, there was a clear container filled with something off-white and viscous, small flecks of black and green visible as it churned.
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“Cheese!” Jennifer answered the children’s unasked question is they stood gawping at the imposing machine. “We’re going to fill you up with it from both ends! It’s going to hurt a bit, I’m afraid.” she apologised.

“Oh that’s okay!” Jackson grinned cheerfully. “We don’t mind a bit of pain if it makes us extra delicious, do we?” he smiled at his cousin and squeezed her hand. “That’s what we’re here for, after all!”

“That’s the spirit!” chuckled Jennifer. “for the first part, I need you both to lean over the table and present your rumps. The cousins did as they were told, giggling and wiggling their plump, round little asses and they pressed their bodies against the cold metal of the table. “You first, I think!” Jennifer informed Jackson, giving his backside a pat. He heard a metallic scrape as the pump nozzle was lifted from its rest and Harper could not resist turning her head to watch.

Jennifer put on a pair of latex gloves then dipped her hands in a bowl of oil, rubbing them together. She then lifted the nozzle and smeared the barrel with more of the oil. She then used her fingers to work some into and around Jackson’s tight ass-hole which she then forced two fingers into to open it up. The little boy’s eyes went wide but the feeling was not all together unpleasant. What he was not prepared for, however, was the feeling when a good six of seven inches of the nozzle were pushed inside him. There was a mechanical, churning sound as Jennifer gently squeezed the trigger and the soft cheese mix began to pump.

At first it just felt strange, like doing a poo in reverse, but soon his intestines began to swell and stretch as they were force-filled with the herbed and peppered cheese.

“Most of your organs will burst while you cook,” Jennifer explained conversationally, “and so the cheese will just fill up your body cavity, once we’re done with the other end too of course!”

“What around the bits of burst guts?” Harper asked, watching her cousin’s face and knowing she would be next. “I hope they don’t taste bad?”

“Oh no!” Jennifer assured her. “They kinda pop like balloons when they get hot anyway so there won’t be much of them left and what little bits there are will just kinda be like bacon, mixed in with the cheese!”

“Oh, sounds good!” Harper could not help licking her lips at the thought of how tasty she and her cousin were going to be. Jackson, mean-while, was straining to handle the feeling of being filled up through his bottom! There were many moments when he felt that he absolutely must be filled to capacity and yet the cheese kept pumping.

“Okay!” Jennifer grinned. “Think we’re done here! Just need to plug you up so the filling doesn’t start leaking”

“What are you going to use?” Jackson asked with interest, feeling the relief as the nozzle was withdrawn.

“Just try to clench for me as best you can for a moment!” Jennifer instructed before answering his question. Jackson did as he was told and clenched the muscles the his little round ass as tightly as if he were sat in the classroom fighting the world’s worst case of the runs, waving his hand around urgently for permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. Mercifully, it was only seconds before he was given permission to relax so that that plug could be pushed in. “It’s just a piece of cheese!” Jennifer explained with a slight chuckle. “A nice one ‘though! It will plug you up for now then melt while you cook glueing that hole shut in a delicious way!”

“Oh good!” Jackson smiled a little weakly before yelping as the two in long and one inch thick rod of firm cheddar was shoved up his ass which closed around it. “Are you going to do the other end now?” He was intrigued as to what that might mean as he already felt beyond full inside and wondered what other space there might be left to stuff!

“No, not just yet.” Jennifer smiled, helping him to stand up. “Let’s get you sat on the table so it can all settle while I do Harper. At least you get to watch!”

“Bet you’ll enjoy that!” Harper giggled, wiggling her meaty rump and bracing herself for the nozzle, watching over her shoulder as Jennifer wiped it off and re-oiled the shiny barrel. With a little assistance from Jennifer and the use of a step-stool, Jackson climbed up onto the table and sat upright, as comfortably as he could with his bottom full of cheese, happily swinging his legs as he watched his cousin’s cute behind violated by the long barrel of the pump nozzle and the machine began to churn once more, pumping the tasty mix from the clear tank above into her lovely meaty little body. Like Jackson before her, Harper tried to keep a brave face while being pumped full of gooey cheese but could only hide the discomfort for so long.

“There we go!” Jennifer smiled. “Clench for me please!” Harper did as she was told as the nozzle was drawn out then relaxed to allow the cheddar plug to be pushed into place, just a little of the creamy filling oozing around it before her tight little ass closed around it.

“Okay, just get comfortable for a moment while I change this!” Jennifer smiled at the children, both of whom now knelt on the table, their lower abdomen swollen and feeling horribly constipated from their cheese butt-plugs and the gloopy liquid cheese it held in. “Getting comfortable” seemed like a virtual impossibility but they did their best while they watched Jennifer work.

“What do you think she’s doing?” Jackson asked, watching as Jennifer unscrewed the steel tube from the cheese nozzle. Harper was distracted for a moment, staring at the tomato-smeared dough in which she and her cousin would soon bake, turning from children into delicious little cheese-filled meat parcels, but she turned her attention back to the pretty young chef when Jackson spoke. Jennifer had taken out a different tube now, a little longer but more tapered than the first, which she was screwing into place.

“This is for filling the other end!” Jennifer explained with a light chuckle as she held up the cheese-nozzle once more. “Guess we should start with Jackson again?” The excited young boy nodded. Although Harper didn’t seem to have noticed, or wasn’t commenting on it if she had, Jennifer was pleased to note that his little willy was hard and standing proud as she approached him. “Tilt your head back for me,” she explained, “try to look straight up and open wide!” Jackson did as he was told. “Now,” Jennifer explained in a serious tone, “you’re going to feel like you need to be sick at first but hold that back and it will be okay, I promise!”

With that, she inserted the tapered tube into his mouth and down his throat in a way he had not previously thought possible! As he had been warned, as the slick tube travelled down past his tongue and tonsils he indeed thought he was going to throw up but he tried to swallow around it instead, helping its progress. By the time it was all the way in, the most unpleasant part really was the heaviness of the rim of the nozzle feeling like it was resting on his teeth. This was made worse when the cheese began to pump, making the metal rim vibrate ever so slightly.

Any discomfort Jackson felt from the tube in his throat was quickly eclipsed as the cheese began to fill and stretch out his belly. It reminded him of the time he had gorged himself on icecream at a friend’s birthday party, but much faster. Harper watched wide-eyed as her cousin’s belly visibly swelled.

“There we go!” Jennifer smiled, easing the tube out of the young boy’s throat. “Now you’re stuffed both ends!” Jackson looked down in surprise and rubbed his round belly. It was hard, stuffed solid, and a little painful but not unbearable.

“Is it my turn now?” asked Harper, equal parts nervous and excited.

“In a moment!” Jennifer gave a little chuckle. “I just have one more thing I need to do with Jackson first.” Both children looked intrigued as Jennifer went to a little cabinet on the wall and took out a box with some sort of medical branding on it. She looked over at them, focussed apparently between Jackson’s legs, before drawing out two little packets from the box. After putting the box back in the cabinet, she came back over and showed the cute little ingredients what she had.

In the packets were small syringes, the sharp needles covered with a transparent plastic sheath. She tore open the sterile wrapping of the first one and held it up to the light.

“This is called Liquifirm.” she explained, pulling the cap off the needle, “It was invented for keeping boobs nice and firm while they cook, rather than going saggy when the fat inside them melts. Some cooks used to cut them open and scoop out the filling then stuff with them other stuff to keep the look but I think when someone bites into a boob they want to taste actual boob, don’t you?” Both children giggled and Harper glanced down at her own chest, flat apart from the little mounds of puppy-fat behind her pink nipples. She certainly had nothing more in the way of boobs than her male cousin did so she wondered what the Liquifirm was for.

“But,” Jennifer continued, “we in the trade have found it has a handy second use too! Do you know why this does that?” she asked, tapping the end of Jackson’s hard willy with the tip of her finger, making it bounce a little.

“Um… when I’m excited?” Jackson replied, blushing a little. “It’s meant for having sex?”

“That’s the reason it happens, yes,” Jennifer nodded, “but do you know the physical reason why it gets hard like that?” Jackson shook his head and Harper leaned in with interest. “It’s because it fills with blood,” she explained, “that’s what makes it hard. So normally, when your heart stops beating, it will stop being hard.” The children nodded their understanding. “But we’ve found that Liquifirm can keep it hard even when you’re fully cooked! Sound good?”

“Oh yes!” Jackson nodded enthusiastically but then looked a little nervous. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“A little,” Jennifer admitted, “but not too much, especially with what you’ve already put up with. Of course,” she turned to Harper with a cheeky grin that the little girl did not really understand, “this will be good for you too!” While the cousins were both still pondering these words, she leaned forward and pushed the very fine, sharp needle into Jackson’s hard willy, very close to the root just above his cute little balls. He winced a little but did not cry out. He was about to ask what the second needle was for when she pulled the cover off with her teeth then took his boyhood between her fingers and eased his foreskin down, exposing the pink head. She pushed the needle into the sensitive flesh and pushed down the plunger. “There we go!” she grinned as she pulled out the needle. “Now you don’t need to worry about your little chap shrivelling up while she cook!” She leaned down and, with a giggle, gave the tip a light kiss before easing his foreskin back up.

“Ready to finish your stuffing?” she asked, taking the nozzle once more and turning to Harper. The sweet girl nodded enthusiastically then reached out to hold Jackson’s hand as she tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide.

As the tapered steel tube was slid down her throat, Harper was reminded about things she had heard from older girls about sucking their daddies’ willies. She had wondered how they fitted them inside their mouths and now wondered whether this was a little how it felt! She squeezed her cousin’s hand as her belly swelled painfully. Finally, she was deemed full and the tube was gently eased out.

“That’s the stuffing over!” Jennifer told them happily. “The rest of the prep is just fun, I promise! Even the cooking shouldn’t be too bad after that.” Holding their hands, she helped the cheese-stuffed children down off the table, both a little unsteady on their feet. “I’m supposed to rub you with garlic oil now,” she grinned, “but perhaps you’d like to have some fun and do that yourselves?”

The cousins agreed excitedly, despite their discomfort and bloatedness, and Jennifer brought them two spray-bottles of the flavoured cooking oil. The cute pair giggled as they sprayed each other all over as if having a water-fight. Once they were coated from neck to toes, Jennifer took the bottles back and they began to rub the warm oil into each other’s skin. Although they had not experienced anything sexual in the past, Harper found the feeling of Jackson’s hands oiling her nipples very nice and soon they were both giving a lot of attention to what was between each other’s legs.

“Having fun you two?” Jennifer asked with a giggle. The children stopped, stood awkwardly to attention and smiled a little sheepishly. “Oh don’t worry!” She assured them. “It’s good! Not only will it make you taste better but it will put you in the mood for my suggestion too!”

“What’s that?” asked Harper, intrigued.

“Oooh you’ll see!” grinned Jennifer. “Time to add the last ingredients to our calzone!” She handed each oily child a big bowl of mixed, grated cheese and guided them towards the giant, tomato-covered dough sheet. Giggling happily once more, they sprinkled most of the cheese over the tomato paste. “Okay, that’s enough!” Jennifer smiled, taking the bowls from them once they had been two-thirds emptied. “We need to save a little to sprinkle on top of you! Now, let’s get you in!”

“Hmm,” Jennifer looked reflectively at the pair of cute, naked, oily and cheese-stuffed children who smiled up at her, their eyes twinkling with anticipation. “Give me a moment! I don’t want to mess up my uniform too much!” She took a disposable plastic apron from a box on the wall and put it on then, for good measure, donned a pair of gloves. “Right!” she grinned. “That’s better!” Harper giggled and kicked her feet as the young woman scooped her up and laid her on the gooey dough as if putting her to bed. “Roll around a bit!” she told her. “Get comfy! Just keep your head off the end!” The giggling little girl did as she was told – it felt like rolling around in the mud by the river bank, only with a much tastier smell! Once comfy and deliciously messy, she lay on her back, her legs slightly parted with her knees bent, and watched as Jackson was lifted up, his rock-hard little willy jiggling amusingly. Once Jennifer set him down he rolled around too, coating himself in tomato sauce and grated cheese, then lay beside his cousin.

“Okay.” Jennifer clapped her hands together. “Before I tuck you in and get you cooking, there’s one more thing you need to do for me!” The children looked at her with interest. “Do you know what sex is?” she asked, making them both giggle. Harper put up her and as if at school.

“I know!” she waved her hand insistently. “It’s when a man’s willy goes in a lady’s pussy to make a baby!”

“That’s right!” Jennifer smiled encouragingly. “Of course you won’t be making any babies today but it’s always nice when a boy and girl cook together like this for them to have sex while they cook. That’s why I injected Jackson’s willy and we didn’t put any cheese in your pussy!” she explained with a giggle.

“I’ve never had sex before,” Jackson explained, frowning a little, “what do I need to do?”

“It’s okay.” Jennifer smiled. “I’ll help you! The oil and tomato paste should help, just make sure you haven’t got any pieces of cheese stuck to your willy!” Jackson sat up and carefully wiped off his hard little member. “Great! Now, Harper, lay on your side for me and lift one leg up as high as you can!” The messy, excited little girl did as she was told and lay facing her cousin, lifting her right leg to expose her plump, glistening little pussy. “Well done.” Jennifer smiled. “Now, Jackson, lay beside her as if you’re going to give her a cuddle but put your legs between hers.” A little awkwardly, the oily little meat-boy did as he was told.

“Great! Now bring your leg down, Harper,” Jennifer instructed, “and wrap it around him.”

“Perfect!” Jennifer smiled as Harper did as she was told. The cute young pair lay cuddling, looking very much like two little piggies who had been rolling in the mud, except that the mud in this case was dark red and flecked with yellow cheese and tiny squares of red, yellow and green chopped peppers! “Now I’ll just help you with this bit…” She took off her glove and slid her hand in between the tangle of oily thighs, locating Harper’s tight but wet little pussy and slipping a finger in, making her moan. Then she took Jackson’s artificially-hardened willy between finger and thumb and guided it into the welcoming hole. Harper’s eyes went a little wide as she felt her cousin enter her, as did is as he felt the inside of her cute little cunt grip him tightly.

“There!” Jennifer smiled, standing up straight and wiping her hand. “Get comfy together, move your hips a little if you want to!” Harper, well used to how nice it felt to hump her stuffed animals or the arms of chairs realised that this was much the same process and began to move in the same way, only to find how much more thrilling it felt to have something actually up inside her! From the way he was breathing, his cute face very close to her own, Jackson was really enjoying himself too! “Not that you’ll be around to feel it,” Jennifer told them coversationally as she sprinkled the rest of the cheese over their entwined and humping little bodies, “but when stuff starts bursting inside you, you’ll squirt hot cheese out the end of your willy and glue it into Harper’s pussy!” Harper giggled but Jackson seemed too distracted by this first and only fuck to pay the cook much attention.

Smiling down at the cute, humping little pair who were kissing now as their meaty hips moved in rhythm with each other, pretty much oblivious to anything else going on around them, Jennifer used the large pepper grinder to sprinkle them with flavoursome black powder then carefully wrapped the thin but firm and heavy dough, almost as if she was tucking them into bed, an effect emphasised by the way the top layer undulated like a duvet as they made their cute young version of love beneath it. The movement would be a problem if it continued as the dough began to crisp up, she knew, but she was also well aware that, even if not technically dead, they would both be long unconscious from the heat before that became an issue!

Once the dough was correctly folded, she used the over-sized fork tool to seal down the edges then brushed all over the top with the mix of milk and egg-whites used to give the finished calzone its appetising glaze.

“Right, you two!” she grinned down at the two little heads poking out the edge, “Time for the oven!” Of course she could not lift the large pie by herself but luckily two of the waiters came in at that moment and were able to help her lift it on its wooden board and take it to the large brick oven, the two cheese-stuffed little piggies inside still very much enjoying themselves, tucked up as they were, together in their final bed. The oven has a slightly raised, rounded brick lip near the entrance which, while not soft, served as a pillow to rest their cute little heads on, heads which at that current moment were kissing deeply as their bodies entwined and became one within the dough.

The oven was hot from the fire beneath but they barely noticed at first – it was just like being tucked up under a warm, cosy duvet after a nice hot bath. With it not being physically impossible for Jackson not to remain hard, there was no end to their frantic, clumsy but incredibly satisfying fucking, both wondering why it was only now, in their last half hour or so of life, that they were being introduced to the unimaginable physical pleasures this relatively simple act provided.

With her job basically complete until the cute little pair were ready to serve, Jennifer leaned forward and gave them both affectionate pecks on their cheeks then left them to cook and copulate while she busied herself with other kitchen duties. Although Jackson was too young to actually cum, he still found the feeling of his hard willy being gripped, squeezed and rubbed inside his cousin’s tight little pussy absolutely amazing. Harper had no such issues and cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm flooded her delicious little body.

“Wow!” Harper gasped as they stopped to get their breath back after nearly twenty minutes. “It’s starting to get really hot! Can you feel the cheese melting?”

“I can feel it bubbling in my tummy!” Jackson confirmed. Around them, the tomato paste had reached a searing temperature which stung their oiled skin but the pain only helped to enhance the pleasure of their fucking. The grated cheese had melted against them and run down between their meaty bodies, fusing them together as one and also making them one with the pie. It was getting harder to move under the dough but neither was sure whether that was because it was turning harder as it cooked or because the heat was making them weak.

They kissed once more, both rocking their hips still among the hot filling, the delicious smell of the pizza and their own cooking meat filling their noses. Harper remembered what Jennifer has explained about their cheesy filling, how soon their insides would burst like balloons and they would just be cheese-filled little meat parcels. Like Jackson, she could feel the cream-cheese bubbling and expanding inside her and the lump up her bottom forming a sticky plug even more efficient than when it had been solid. The pair caressed each other as best they could within their delicious prison which continued to heat up around them.

“I’m feeling sleepy.” Jackson told Harper after they had been cooking a little more than half an hour. “And my tummy feels like it’s going to bust!”

“That’s because it is!” Harper reminded him with a giggle but she too was feeling overtaken by lethargy as she turned from person to food from the neck down. “Kiss me again!” Neither could really move any part of their bodies now but they could still lean their heads in for a final kiss. Jackson’s eyes grew incredibly wide as his cheese-filled digestive system could not take the swelling any more and exploded wetly inside him, stopping his heart in the same instant. Harper lived long enough to feel the stream of hot melted cheese shoot from the tip of his willy, searing the inside of her tender pussy, causing her to orgasm powerfully on final time. An orgasm she did not live to see the end of!

Well trained at noticing when her ingredients had made their final transition, Jennifer smiled and came over to the oven. The front of house team had told her that the guests were starting to arrive and it looked as if everything was right on time. Now that the children had no further use for them, she used a cleaver to carefully remove their heads, setting them aside to make a display. After all, it was their own family coming to eat them and what was the point if they could not be recognised? Once the heads were removed, she pushed the cheese-filled carcasses a little deeper into the calzone and used her special tool to seal down the edge where they had protruded. She then pushed the whole pie further back into the oven to finish cooking.

The restaurant had special trays for exactly this sort of occasion with either one, two or three spikes. Jennifer took one with two spikes and pushed the cute little heads down onto them then she carefully wiped their sweaty faces with a cool cloth, brushed their hair, used a little sugar-based glue to ensure that their eyes would stay closed then, as a final touch, put shiny red apples into each of their mouths. Beneath Jackson’s head, she arranged the fresh salad that she had been preparing while they cooked, beneath Harper, a pile of crispy slices of garlic bread, with cheese at the back and without at the front. Finally, in the middle, a delicious stack of deep-fried potato wedges. Of course the giant calzone would provide most of the food but people enjoyed having the option of sides with their pie and it also gave the head-platter a purpose beyond being purely decorative. She wondered if the family would want to take the heads home afterwards, as some did, or whether come closing time they would be joining five or six others in the trash.

Finally, everything was ready! With her assistants helping out once again, Jennifer used the large wooden paddle to slide the calzone out of the oven and onto the waiting serving platter. This was place on the bottom of a large trolley with the head platter, the more photogenic part of the meal, on top. With everything in place, she wheeled the delicious fresh meal out to the waiting family. Grandma was sat at the head of the table and clapped her hands and clapped her hands in delight to see her birthday meal brought in.

Close to her were the other children of the family, all wanting to sit near to the beloved matriarch. Then were Harper’s parents on one side of the table and Jackson’s on the other, then other assorted aunts, uncles and older cousins, all eager for a taste of their delicious young relatives. The head platter was placed in the middle of the table and the calzone moved to the top of the trolley so that it could be moved around for easy serving. There were oohs and exclamations of delight as the crust was cut into and the delicious-smelling steam rose out. The two headless children inside were so entangled it was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Jennifer used a knife designed to easily cut through bone to cut a bit piece for Grandma, making sure to get some of the meat of both volunteer grandchildren. There were more delighted gasps as the knife cut into their bellies and the herbed cheese oozed out in such a satisfying way.

Carefully, Jennifer went around the table, serving each family member the size of slice the wanted and trying to accommodate their requests for body parts but keeping clear of one particular area. When everyone had a full plate and was helping themselves to sides from the platter, she returned to the head of the table and deftly cut out an additional section of meat for Grandma, the guest of honour. The children sitting close by leaned in and looked in fascination as Jackson’s little cock and balls and Harper’s chubby little vulva were removed in one piece, oozing stringy cheese like a pizza slice on a commercial as they were lifted away from the carcasses.

Every boy and girl watched in delighted fascination as Grandma happily tucked into their cousin’s cheesy private parts, each of them imagining that they could be their own! After all, Christmas was not far off and their family had a reputation for always providing the best turkeys!

The End