Halloween Stew
By
Edward Hyde
“So?” Elizabeth asked, pushing her painted chest forward. “How do they look?”

“Good enough to eat!” her girlfriend Helen giggled. “Now turn around and let me do your ass!” Giggling, Elizabeth did as she was told and bent forward, pushing out her firm, round rump. Helen dipped her brush in the pot of edible, vegetable-based orange paint and began to coat the offered meat.

It was Halloween night and the seventeen year old lovers has volunteered to be the main ingredients in their neighbourhood’s Community Stew. Already the large pot, used year after year, was filled with water and standing over a low fire in what was usually the parking lot while their friends busied themselves setting up a wooden trestle table and unpacking the boxes of paper bowls and wooden spoons for serving the traditional Halloween stew once it was ready.

“Just a few more little touches and…” Helen grinned, swapping her big brush of orange paint for a finer one dipped in green. “There!” She stood up, beaming with satisfaction. “Done!” She stood back to admire her handiwork. Elizabeth’s rump now resembled a big, juicy, orange pumpkin with a green stalk and trailing leaves, as did her own. Likewise, the teen lovers’ breasts were also painted as smaller jack-o-lanterns with grinning faces and vines that trailed over the rest of their bodies.

The girls were of similar height and figure but Elizabeth’s hair was golden blonde, flowing loose around her shoulders. and her skin lightly tanned while Helen’s black hair was braided and her skin was a beautiful warm brown. Everyone always told them what an attractive couple they made and both were confident that they would make an even more appealing stew! But first they had to collect the rest of the ingredients!

“Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen tastier pumpkins!” Mrs Jennings, the organiser of the event grinned in admiration as she approached, clutching two large burlap sacks.

“Thanks Mrs Jennings!” Elizabeth smiled, standing with her hands behind her back and her big firm teen boobs pushed forward. Helen turned around and wiggled her painted rump teasingly.

“But we need some more ingredients, of course!” the middle-aged lady chuckled as she held out the sacks. “Here you go, girls!” She smiled encouragingly. “Get collecting!”

The street was already swarming with much younger girls and boys, giggling and chatting happily as they made their way from house to house, their parents or older siblings watching from the ends of the pathways, as they rang doorbells and knocked on doors asking for the expected tribute of candy, with the threat of committing minor nuisance should it be withheld! Of course they were all dressed up – some in spooky costumes like witches or vampires and others as movie characters, the quality and effort that had gone into the costumes ranging from hastily thrown together, to store-bought to elaborately home made.

Of course some costumes were more revealing than others, even with the very young girls, and as always, Sidney Roebuck was proving to be a popular choice! Girls loved pretending to be the glamorous and charismatic “first meat-girl” with her cute makeup, blonde curls and sparkly, girly accessories and the costume really was a gift to parents as it consisted of nothing but hat and boots with very little to get lost, dirty, torn or grown out of! Of course some more conservative parents insisted on bikinis, sparkly swimsuits or even body-stockings to complete the costume and there was the occasional Sidney in pink panties but the majority of faux-Sidneys to be spotted on this or any other Halloween night went mostly nude. There were even a pair of slightly older girls, maybe nine or ten years old, going door to door stark naked with meat-cuts marked with dotted lines and labelled on their cute young bodies!

“I know that’s just a costume but makes you wonder how long they’ll last, huh?” Helen chuckled to Elizabeth as they walked slightly nervously up the first driveway.

“They look pretty tasty!” her girlfriend agreed. “Too bad we won’t be around to get a taste!”

“True, but I wouldn’t swap our plans for anything!” She leaned in and kissed Elizabeth with loving passion.

“Oh yes, my love!” Elizabeth breathed heavily. “Boiling together until our bodies are cut up and mixed together in a delicious stew so that nobody can tell one from the other! That’s even more intimate than getting married!” They kissed again. “Come on!” she giggled a little guiltily when the kiss finally broke. “We need to get collecting or everyone’s going to go hungry!”

The Community Halloween stew was a long-standing tradition in both their little housing estate and many others around the country and everyone knew what was expected! The girl or girls providing the meat would decorate themselves and go door to door with the other trick-or-treaters but instead of candy, people would give them gifts of carrots, potatoes, swedes, leaks, onions and other vegetables to go into the stew with them! Everyone who participated would have at least one vegetable ready next to their candy bowl but some families took great pride in donating armfuls of produce from their own gardens or allotments, just as they did to the Church and school Harvest Festivals in the preceding weeks.

Of course as they made their way around the neighbourhood, the two delicious teens received a lot of compliments about their meat, with many people expressing how much they were looking forward to the stew, and of course several jokes about the pumpkin motif they had gone for, with many remarking that their rumps were the biggest, juiciest pumpkins they’d ever seen or expressing a desire to sink their teeth into the smaller ones on their chests. To all such comments, the teen lovers giggled and reminded the person making them that they had to wait until they were cooked but then there’d be plenty of opportunity to enjoy the boiled pumpkins!

By the time they had nearly completed their circuit and the pot was back within view, their sacks were far to heavy to carry in front of them like the trick-or-treaters’ candy bags and they had to sling them over their shoulders like Santa Claus, giving the two naked teens a quite comical appearance as they trudged along, barefoot and bent forward in such a way that made their ample chests sway beneath them as they walked. Just a few more houses to go any it would be time to get into the pot!

Beside the steaming cauldron, Mrs Jennings was waiting, looking forward to her meal as much as everyone else! Although a lifelong vegetarian, the middle-aged lady considered girl-meat different and loved to indulge! In fact, it was quite common among all but the staunchest vegans to enjoy girl-meat and still consider yourself vegetarian. When eating a home-raised girl, there were no issues around exploitation and consent, no cruelty involved to a creature who could not speak for or defend themselves, and none of the concerns around the environmental impact of intense live-stock farming! In fact, it was almost universally agreed that girl-meat could be enjoyed entirely guilt-free and Mrs Jennings intended to do so!

“Here we go!” Helen grinned, breathing a heavy sigh of relief as she hefted her sack onto the waiting table where it was quickly joined by Elizabeth’s. Both teens stood grinning, sweating a little and breathing heavily as they waited for further instructions.

“Do you want me to wash the piggies, Mrs Jennings?” Shelly, Elizabeth’s cute twelve year old cousin asked, bucket already in one hand and sponge in the other.

“Oh yes, good idea!” the middle-aged woman nodded. “But be light about it!” she cautioned, “Don’t want to mess up their lovely decoration!” Shelly promised to be careful then called her best friend Tamara over to help. Shelly had always admired her beautiful older cousin’s body and envied her impressive bust but had come to terms with the fact that she would never have such a chest herself, since she and Tamara had very happily agreed to roast at their school’s Guy Fawkes firework display the next weekend. She was happy, however, that her delicious cousin’s meat would assist with her own fattening and Elizabeth was very happy about that too!

“We showered pretty well before we put the paint on,” Helen promised, folding her arms behind her head, “but carrying those sacks of veggies was sweaty work so a quick wipe-down is probably a good idea!”

“Not forgetting our feet!” Elizabeth giggled. “Don’t want the stew to be gritty!” Giggling, the two younger girls quickly got to work while others peeled and chopped the collected vegetables under Mrs Jenning’s watchful eye. Among the volunteers were Elizabeth’s mum and her aunt, Shelly’s mum, while Helen’s mum, grandma and fifteen year old sister were helping in other ways, marshalling the crowds and passing out the hot drinks.

Bossily, the two pre-teens instructed the meat-girls to raise their arms, turn around or lift their feet, carefully freshening them up with their sponges while avoiding smudging the vegetable-based paint.

“I guess this will come off in the stew anyway?” Elizabeth observed a little sadly, lifting her cutely decorated left breast and giving it a thoughtful look.

“At least we get to go into the pot looking like pumpkins!” Helen reminded her with a giggle.

“Mm yes!” the busty blonde put her arm around her girlfriend’s neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, their big round breasts squashing against each other as they embraced. “I never knew pumpkin patches could be so sexy!”

“Now you two!” Mrs Jennings scolded them with a chuckle. “You’ll have plenty of time for that in the pot! Come along now, people are getting hungry!” Giggling and blushing a little, Elizabeth bent forward to give her pretty cousin a final hug and to wish her happy cooking in a week’s time.

While the prep work was being done, the various parents had called their children to take a break from trick-or-treating to come watch the girls go into the stew and pretty much all the neighbours, even the ones who had stayed home for the first part of the evening, either to hand out candy or just to relax in front of the television, made their way into the fenced-off parking lot for this special occasion.

When she was confident that everyone who wanted to had gathered, the various costumed children pushed to the front by their parents and several phones and cameras held up to capture the girls getting into the pot, Mrs Jennings gave a short speech thanking everyone for coming, the volunteers for all their help and, of course, the two teen lovers for their meat! All the requests for thanks were met with polite applause but when the two delicious, voluptuous meat-girls were thanked, the crowd went crazy with whoops, cheers and whistles.

“Nice to be appreciated, huh?” Helen chuckled as she and Elizabeth held hand and bowed to their hungry audience. “Guess we’d better get our asses boiling for them!”

“Asses, tits, legs, pussies…” Elizabeth giggled, earning a grin from her girlfriend and a disapproving but grudgingly amused look from Mrs Jennings.

“Why don’t you see these two into the pot?” she suggested to the pre-teen pair who had washed them. Shelly and Tamara eagerly agreed, Tamara taking Helen’s hand and Shelly taking her cousin’s. Helen was the first to climb the steps, holding onto the younger girl’s hand until she reached the top and was able to swing her shapely leg over the side into the gently simmering broth.

Standing watching, Elizabeth could not keep her eyes off her lover’s delicious, firm, round backside as she ascended the steps. Even painted orange with a goofy smiling face, it looked to her to be absolute perfection and she felt herself becoming even more aroused.

“Come on in!” Helen called to her seductively with a cheeky wink once she’d get settled. “The water’s lovely!” Giggling, Elizabeth climbed the steps then let go of Shelly’s hand and took Helen’s instead as her girlfriend reached out to help her climb in. As Elizabeth lowered herself in so that everything below her shoulders was submerged, her big boobs floating and just slightly cresting the surface, the hungry audience applauded and cheered once more. The teens wrapped their arms around each other and began to kiss passionately while the chopped vegetables were poured in around them.

Helen was the first to reach under the water and begin to pleasure her lover with her fingers but Elizabeth was quick to return the favour. Watching from the ground, Tamara and Shelly felt a little jealous and contented themselves with imagining how it would feel to turn slowly on the double spit, oily bodies rubbing against each other over the bed of glowing coals, in what was only a matter of days.

The teens kicked their feet as they made love in the broth, making sure that it was well stirred even as they continued adding their own special seasoning.

“I’m feeling sleepy!” Elizabeth admitted after about half an hour, the water boiling now and stinging her skin. The vegetable paint had mostly melted and dissolved into the stew, leaving only orange smudges on their breasts and rumps and what had not dissipated naturally had been rubbed and smeared by each other’s hands as they caressed and embraced. “I don’t think I can stay much longer.”

“Me neither.” Helen told her a little breathlessly. “Let’s go together?”

“I love you!” Elizabeth put her arms around her lover’s neck.

“I love you too.” Helen slipped hers around Elizabeth’s chest, pulling her close. They kissed with intense passion, their tongues entwined, and slowly allowed themselves to sink below the surface, pulling each other down into loving, sensual oblivion.

Seeing that the girls were gone and there was nothing in the pot now but boiling meat, Mrs Jennings had a small group of adult volunteers use metal hooks to heave the limp carcasses out of the broth and lay them on the table where the vegetables had been prepared. Quickly, they set to work stripping the meat from the bones, reducing the enviable teenage curves to chunks of stew-meat. Once the bodies were taken apart, the heads were pushed onto metal stakes just beside the pot, turned to face each other so that their kiss would never end, and the meat and bones were returned to the pot to continue cooking.

Less than an hour later, the stew was ready and the volunteers set to work dishing it out to all the men, women and children of the neighbourhood. Everyone agreed it was absolutely delicious and the perfect treat for a night of spooky fun, games and entertainment.

The End