Gogi-gui Girl
Tags: cannibalism, futanari x female, incest, mind control, (sort of) consensual

"Gogi-gui" is Korean for "grilled meat" and is the proper name for what is commonly called "Korean barbecue." If you've never been to a Korean barbecue restaurant, hopefully the partial description partway through the story will be enough to get the picture of how that unique dining experience normally works, give or take a meatgirl.

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"I can't believe Jeff would even suggest we go to a meatgirl steakhouse," Sarang complained to her fellow waitresses. "I mean, he knows they kill girls to get that meat, right?"

The three of them were chatting about the twenty-one year old Sarang's long time boyfriend just inside the kitchen while they waited for their orders to be ready. If the boss caught them goofing off, he'd order them back out onto the restaurant floor, but the evening rush hadn't really started, so for the moment he wasn't watching them that closely.

"You know," said Hana conspiratorially, "a lot of the high end meatgirl places give a big discount if you bring your own meat. My girlfriend says she ate her sister at Le Femme Fatale that way years ago. You sure he isn't actually trying to use you to get a cheap fancy meal?"

"What?" said Sarang. "No way. Well, I'm pretty sure. Crap, you don't really think he would do that to me, do you?"

"Calm down, girl," Regina soothed. "You and I have been friends since the 9th grade and I've known your dreamboat boyfriend for even longer than that. I don't think he's the type to trick a girl like that. But if he does, remember to ask him if he can save some leftovers for me. I'd love to get a bite of your grade A ass."

Regina licked Sarang's neck playfully, making her yelp and jump back. Just then the heavyset chef pointedly set down a couple dishes of raw pork and chicken on the counter next to them.

"More like grade B boobs," joked Hana. "Oh, my order is ready," and she scooped up the plates to take out to the couple at table 9.

Before Sarang could think of a retort, the front door chimed. With a parting jab at Regina's arm, Sarang stepped out to greet the new customers.

"Hello," she called out as she reached the podium by the entrance, "Welcome to Gogi Korean Barbecue!"

She almost tripped as she got a look at the two towering women- no, make that two futas, standing just inside the door. They were nearly identical, to the point that she initially took them for twins. They both had their auburn hair styled a swirling updo and their elegant close fit black dresses were mirror images of each other, with a wide slit up one side running all the way to their ribs. What had caught Sarang's attention was that the dresses had cleavage that swooped so low that they left the breasts practically completely exposed, clearly having been designed to support the pairs of G cups from below without any pretence of modesty. Well, she was also fixated on the unmistakable outlines of the semi-hard cocks tenting the entire fronts of their dresses.

"Hi," said the younger one, "we have a reservation for two under 'Barnett'."

When Sarang got a hold of herself, she noticed two clear distinguishing features: one appeared to be in her early twenties and the other was at least a decade older, and the older one was definitely pregnant. The pregnant one had a large dark patch all along the hem of her dress near the bulge of her cock tip, which Sarang realized must be precum leaking out of her cock.

"Yes," she said, unconsciously licking her lips. "One moment."

In the back of her mind, Sarang vaguely recalled a scene from that cringey sex ed video in highschool about pregnant futanaris being dangerously seductive, but laughed it off.

I'm only interested in guys, so whatever BS charm they're supposed to have won't even work on me, she told herself.

Forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the pair, she tapped a few buttons on the tablet to check them in and grabbed two menus.

"Follow me," she rasped, looking at the older futa. "Please."

The futas smiled, gracefully locked arms, and glided after the unsettled waitress.

As she led them, Sarang reflected on how lucky futas were to be able to get away with such revealing clothes. She knew it hadn’t always been that way, but some futas' libido had proved to be so powerful that they genuinely struggled with the concept that public sex with a willing partner wasn't socially acceptable. Eventually the police pretty much just gave up trying to enforce the old modesty and public decency laws. By contrast, Sarang had skipped wearing a bra today, so her suddenly erect nipples were faintly visible through her thin white uniform blouse, and she had left the top three buttons undone, which she considered to be her limit of a daring public outfit. At least while sober.

Damn, those dresses are hot, she thought to herself as she led them to a table. I would never have the guts to go out wearing something that revealing. Imagining that must be what has me so turned on, she tried to convince herself.

Everyone in the little restaurant noticed them as they made their way to table 8, especially the couple across the aisle at table 9. Rosalie had to reach around and shove a hot slice of spicy chicken from her plate into Caleb's gaping mouth before he would turn back towards her. Until the newcomers had come in, she had been getting him to put in some real effort to wait on her hand and foot, but suddenly she found that she was having to fight for her date’s attention.

When Sarang leaned across to set a menu in front of the younger futa, her face came close to the older futa and she got a deep whiff of an unfamiliar, yet tantalizing scent. She froze for a moment looking into the pregnant futa’s cleavage. With a start, she realized what she was doing and pulled back quickly, red faced. Her arousal had suddenly doubled, although she had no idea why.

"Looks like you caught another yummy girl, Ridley," said the younger futa primly, with a trace of amusement.

"Now, now, dearie," the older said, patting Sarang on the arm. "Don't let my wife get to you."

"Oh, are you married or sisters or..?" inquired their waitress, casually holding her order pad upside down and trying to write on it with the blunt end of her pencil.

The older one smiled warmly. "Yes, my daughter and I are married. I had her on my own when I was a teen and thought I would always just be a solo parent, but when my little Blake grew up into big, sexy Blake, we fell in love."

Her daughter picked up the narrative. "After she knocked me up, we realized that we never wanted to be apart, so Mom proposed to me at this very restaurant five years ago today!" she glowed.

The incestuous couple kissed deeply. Sarang turned around her pencil and scribbled on the pad as she replied.

"Well, you're very hot– I mean you're a sexy couple. Happy anniversary tits you! Oh, gosh. Sorry, sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me today."

The futa couple just laughed. Sarang looked at her pad and realized that she had just drawn three hearts and a meaningless squiggle, and also that she hadn't asked for their orders yet, anyway.

"So, have you been here before or do you need me to explain how this works," she asked.

The wait staff was used to customers having questions about the ordering process or the round gas grill in the middle of each table which the guests use to cook their own food.

The futa milf smiled patiently and said, "We haven't been here since I asked Blake to marry me, but I think we remember the basics."

"Right, right, sorry. Of course," Sarang rushed to apologize. "What can I get you to drink, then?"

"You wouldn't happen to have milk, would you?" asked the milf, cupping Sarang's breast firmly.

"I.. uh, milk?" said the flustered woman. "Yes, I'm sure we must have milk in the fridge in the kitchen. I've seen it in a big jug."

She mentally kicked herself for saying something else stupid as the milf unbuttoned the white blouse of her uniform. Blake smirked at them as her mother/wife squeezed their waitress's teats appraisingly.

"Mom means do you have milk in those adorable boobs."

After the meaning of that statement percolated into her mind, Sarang looked expectantly down at her perky C cup breasts to see if any milk would appear.

"It seems not," said Ridley after a few rippling strokes of her fingers. "We'll just have water, then."

Sarang seemed to be the most disappointed of the three of them.

"Sorry I couldn't give you what you wanted." She finally remembered, "Oh, yes, I'm not lactating. I've never had a baby."

"Quite alright, sweetmeat," said the milf.

The waitress made a note on her pad, even though she normally didn't bother to write anything for just ice water.

"Do you know what kinds of meat you want to order? It's all you can eat, and you can have anything on the menu," she managed to say without mixing up the usual line, more out of reflex than anything else.

"Mmm, she looks delicious, Mom," purred Blake, snuggling up to her wife.

"Yes, I think we'll have girl meat, dearie," declared Ridley pleasantly.

Sarang nodded vigorously and wrote "girl meat" on her pad. She stared at the words for a moment, trying to work out what was wrong with them.

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, we don't have girl meat on the menu. We have pork, chicken, shrimp, uhm.., beef, pork, calamari, tits- no wait, uhm."

She got lost in the milf's expansive breasts for a while, looking confused. The futa mother pinched Sarang's nipple to break her out of the trance.

"Don't worry," Ridley said, "you've got everything we want right here. These pretty little titties will do nicely."

"My little titties? You mean you’ll eat my tits?" she moaned. The milf was still toying with her nipple, which was making it really hard to think clearly.

Sarang did just say that tits were on the menu, didn't she? She told herself that she was just confused by the order because she was so excited to be topless in public, like these sexy customers.

"Mmmm. Yes," said the milf. "Thank you for offering them. I'm sure these soft, succulent breasts of yours will be positively delicious, dearie. I can't imagine a better meal for me and my horny wife to eat on this special occasion."

"Oh, wow!" Sarang beamed at the compliment. "Thank you. I'm so glad you like them."

When the milf let go of her nipple, the waitress excused herself to get their water. When she came back a moment later something was still nagging at the back of her mind.

"Sauce!" she blurted out, incorrectly concluding that the problem troubling her was that she had failed to bring out the complementary collection of sides and sauces.

She immediately ran to the kitchen without explanation, her open blouse flapping around her shoulders as she moved. When she came back she was carrying a tray with a selection of sauces and small dishes loaded with rice, kimchi, pickled radish and other sides. She successfully described each dish as she placed them on the table, then lit the grill to get it warming up.

"I'll go place your order with the kitchen," she said eagerly, rushing off again before they could say anything.

Across the aisle at table 9, Rosalie pulled off her filly shirt, drawing Caleb's attention in her direction. She was getting rather annoyed at how hard she was having to work to keep him from just staring at the excitement at the other table. She had made him ask her twice before agreeing to this date and hadn't allowed herself to show any interest in him previously, but it was looking like playing hard to get wasn't going to work any more. In any case, there was no way she was going to let some futa bimbos steal her date right in front of her. When she smiled and opened her mouth for the bite of grilled pork she requested, he actually gave it to her, so for the moment she figured her breasts spilling out of her lacy bra were enough to hold him, even if the bimbos' melons were a size or two bigger.

Back in the kitchen, Sarang ran right into the manager as she turned away from the kitchen's computer interface.

"What are you doing?" yelled the man. "Why is your uniform out of order?"

Sarang looked relieved, apparently not listening to his scolding.

"Oh, good, boss, I found you! I need help putting a special order into the register. How do I select 'tits' for the meat?"

The manager sighed, grasping the situation immediately. "Let's go talk to the customer."

With only a brief glance around first, he walked directly towards the busty couple making out at table 8, Sarang following curiously behind him. Blake had folded open the skirt of her mother's dress and was gently stroking her impressive girl dick while they kissed, heedless of the other customers watching.

"Pardon me," said the manager pleasantly. "I'm Hyung Jang, manager of this restaurant. If I'm not mistaken, I believe one of you lovely futas is pregnant?" he asked carefully.

The pregnant milf slowly pulled out of kissing her daughter and turned her smile on the manager. "Yes, that would be me. Is there a problem?"

"Well, that depends," he said mildly. "I take it that you've requested to eat one of my staff. If she were thinking straight, I'm sure Sarang here would have told you that girl meat of any kind isn't on our regular menu."

"Oh! Oh, dear, I see," the futa said. "My pregnancy pheromones must be quite strong by now. My wife and I have been getting rather frisky, since it's our engagement anniversary, so I'm probably having quite an effect on the poor girl."

She gestured down to where her daughter/wife was still slowly jacking her off, coating her lap in even more clear precum.

Looking at Sarang, Ridley said, "It's alright if you don't want to be our meal, sweetie; I understand."

Sarang looked alarmed.

"What? Please, aren't you going to eat me? I love you," she pleaded, without even realizing her sudden confession. "Am I not good enough? I know my boobs aren't very big by futa standards, but I've always tried to take good care of them."

She was almost in tears when both futas got up and embraced the shorter woman.

"Shh. There, there," said Blake. "We'd love to eat you."

"Yes," added her mother. "You've been making me hungry ever since we got here. I think your tits will make an excellent bbq."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" bubbled up from the center of boob heaven.

Hyung sighed. He, and Hana who was watching from where she had just seated a group at table 5, were both more than a little jealous that they weren't the ones surrounded by such extraordinary breasts.

"If the girl is so determined to get eaten, I won't prevent it," he said. "My futa sister-in-law affected girls the same way when she got pregnant, so I understand. But, there are still some minor matters to discuss."

He waved over Regina to join them, which wasn't difficult, since she was busy pretending to wipe down a nearby table that was already spotless.

"First off," the manager said, "there is the price. As I said, my wait staff aren't listed on the normal menu, but this sort of thing does happen occasionally, so we have policies for this. Since eating her would leave me short staffed on a busy evening like tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to charge you triple the usual rate for a barbecue dinner for two."

The futas released their blushing meal and took their seats again.

"Yes, naturally," said the more mature futa. "We are getting some premium meat, after all."

Hyung continued, "Feel free to take home the leftover meat, if you want her. A half eaten waitress isn't going to be much use to me, since she can't work and meatgirl isn't something normally ordered here."

Sarang squirmed, rubbing her thighs together at the thought of going home with these incredible futas.

"Well, thank you," said Blake graciously, "that's very generous of you, sir."

"Finally," concluded the manager, putting a hand on Regina's shoulder, "Regina here will be your waitress."

He leaned close and whispered to her, "You and Hana can split all the tips today."

She grinned broadly at the couple. "Hi! It'll be my pleasure to serve you."

"But, boss," pouted Sarang, "I'm their waitress."

Hyung Jang sighed, yet again. "No, you're their meat. You can't bring them more sides while you are busy getting cooked, can you?"

"Ooooh, yeah."

"Now that that's sorted," said the manager with a bow, "I'll leave you ladies to your meal."

On his way to the back of the restaurant he noticed that Hana had a hand down her pants and was obviously mastrabating next to the equally distracted group of three girls and a futa sitting at table 5. He slapped her ass and reminded her that she was on the clock before disappearing into his office.

The sharp sound of that hand against Hana's ass also reminded many of the other guests that it was rude to just sit and stare at the events at table 8. To Rosalie’s consternation, this did not include Caleb, so she realized that she was going to have to step up her game. With a mental sigh, she noticed that his pants had a definite tent, so she unzipped him and started stroking his rigid cock under the table. He turned to give her better access and then put the last few strips of raw pork on their grill.

"Can I get you anything else?" Regina asked the futa couple, eager to earn her tip from the well dressed pair.

Ridley eyed her D cups thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you would happen to be lactating, would you?"

"Sorry, 'fraid not," Regina said regretfully.

"In that case, I think we're good for now," the milf dismissed her. "Now, let's get those tits on the grill, sweetmeat."

"Yeah, ok," said Sarang happily.

Regina collected the unopened menus and her friend's blouse, then moved back to watch. Sarang wrapped both hands around her tits, but then looked troubled when she realized that they didn't come off when she gently tugged them.

"Uhm, sorry, I've never cooked my tits before. How do I do this?"

"You don't have to take them off," said Blake, hiding her smirk behind her hand. "Just lie down with your tits on the grill."

"Oh, duh."

Sarang made an effort to concentrate and avoid more dumb mistakes. She moved to the empty side of the table across from the couple and looked down. There were a few dishes with various sauces which would get spilled if she just bent over, so she carefully moved them out of the way before a glimmer of a thought surfaced in her mind.

"Oh, I need to put sauce on my boobs first, don't I?" she declared, proud of her brilliant insight. "What kind do you want?"

Blake studied the small bowls of liquid. "You said this red one was spicy, right? And the brown one was sweet. How about we make one tit spicy and the other sweet?"

Her mother nodded, "That sounds wonderful."

"Mmm, yeah, nice choices," said the meat. "Ok, gochujang on the left boob and honey bbq on the right."

She carefully coated both breasts in the correct sauces and looked anxiously at the smooth metal surface on the hot grill. After a glance at Ridley and Blake's hungry eyes, she took a deep breath and bent over, pressing both breasts onto the hot surface. At the flare of pain from that first contact, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, determined to give them the meal they desired.

Just after she let all her weight rest on the table, Sarang was surprised to feel something warm and soft touch her face. Cracking her eyes open revealed that the pregnant milf had gently tapped her face with the head of her girl cock, smearing a drop of precum on her lips. She immediately licked up the potent drop of liquid pheromones and popped her mouth wide open to accept more. Ridley carefully eased her large cock into the meatgirl's mouth, not stopping until it touched Sarang's throat. Sarang forgot all about the pain in her tits as she focused completely on being a good face-fuck onahole for the horny futa. When Blake circled the table and pulled off Sarang's pants and soggy panties, the meatgirl didn't even notice until the younger futa started pistoning into her sopping cunt.

Across the aisle, Rosalie was really starting to get frustrated. Caleb had let their last piece of pork get burnt on the grill unnoticed, and clearly wasn't paying attention to his date at all either.

Ah, fuck, their having sex now?! she groaned internally, as she stopped stroking his cock. I've got to step it up or he's liable to forget I'm here at all. Well, this had better work…

She pushed back his chair, which made him look at her again, and then she slowly lowered her head onto his rock hard dick. She was proud of her blowjob skills, and had dropped hints that she could deepthroat a guy, but hadn't intended to prove that to him until much later, probably no sooner than a week after this date. When her nose reached his pubes, he let out a groan and set one hand on the back of her head. She counted her lucky stars that he wasn't as big as the futa cocks that dumb waitress was getting pulverized by, then tried to concentrate on her technique.

Blake and her mother had settled into a rhythm, clapping their hips into their dizzy meal from both ends at the same time. Right after Ridley gave the overloaded girl a chance to gasp in a few breaths, the couple leaned in and kissed over the table and the cock spitted meatgirl.

"My, this is wonderful, daughter dear," panted the mother. "I'm so glad you suggested we come back here. Hehe, this is pretty much just like last time."

"Yeah, Mom," the daughter moaned, then giggled. "Except that this time you're the pregnant one who seduced the cute waitress. I hope this one tastes just as good."

"Mmm, yes, I'm sure she'll be great, dear. Be sure you tenderize that pussy well: we might have it for dessert."

When Ridley came a few minutes later, Sarang very nearly passed out while she struggled to swallow the seemingly endless load. The overwhelming stimulation Sarang was receiving from every direction also threw her into an orgasm of her own.

"Oh, Ridley!" moaned Blake. "Are you cumming in our meatgirl? That's so hot, I think I'm going to cum, too!"

When Rosalie heard that, she sensed Caleb tense up like he might cum as well. She immediately lifted her head and saw that he was staring at the orgasming couple yet again. With a growl, Rosalie dragged her date's chair around to face completely away from the aisle. When he was facing her, she tore off her skirt and panties and very deliberately impaled her tight cunt on his dick. As wet and turned on as she was, she actually took him all the way on the first stroke, then started working her kegel muscles as she built up speed on the next few thrusts.

He is not going to cum from watching someone else fuck while he's on a date with me, she thought fiercely.

Goddamn, this is the best first date ever, was all that crossed Caleb's mind as he started playing with Rosalie's tits behind her bra.

Although she would never admit it, Rosalie discovered that one advantage of their new position was that she could still clearly see the ruthless rutting going on behind Caleb, even though her date could only see her. As usual for horny futas, they had stayed hard after cumming and barely gave the battered waitress-turned-meal a break while trading fuckholes. Without really meaning to, Rosalie soon found herself matching rhythms with the infatigable futa couple and their meatgirl.

When the manager came out of his office, he yelled at Hana again for fingering herself when she should be working, then went to ask Regina why so many orders were piling up on the ready-shelf in the kitchen.

"Psst, hey," said one of the girls at table 5 to Hana. "Want me to eat you out? He can't yell at you if it's for a customer, right?"

Hana didn't think twice before setting down the dish of teriyaki chicken in her hand at Caleb and Rosalie's table, then rushing over and dropping her pants to her ankles.

Not counting Sarang, who couldn't tell one orgasm from the next any more, Rosalie was the next one in the restaurant to cum. She had accidentally imagined joining the threeway, trading Caleb's dick in for the horse cock Blake was sporting, which finally sent her over the edge. Her thrusting hips became erratic for a while as she rode out her orgasm, before settling down with her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. It occurred to her that Caleb had somehow not cum yet, which she figured was the most impressive thing he'd done all evening, so she shifted back and locked lustful eyes with him as she started fucking him once more.

Meanwhile, Blake was loving the look of her mother's exposed tits swaying and the feel of the meatgirl's tight throat around her cock. Sensing that the meat was probably almost done cooking, she concentrated on accelerating her own pleasure for a while, using the meat's mouthpussy with abandon. When the meat began to move more frantically, needing air, Blake reached her tipping point and unleashed a massive load of cum directly into Sarang's stomach with a wordless cry. When Blake pulled out, the waitress didn't move at all for a couple heartbeats before wheezing in a breath and coughing up some cum.

"Whoops," said Blake. "That was kind of close: almost snuffed her."

"It was beautiful darling, so don't worry about nearly causing a little inconvenience," said her mother. "I just adore the face you make when you cum like that. Now, I think our dinner should be about done, so let's check on those juicy tits."

Ridley had to slap Sarang's ass quite hard three times before she responded to the command to sit up. The pregnant milf didn't want to pull her cock out of Sarang yet, so instead the couple helped the delirious girl sit down between them, Blake impaling her in the ass and Ridley staying in the meatgirl's pussy. With Sarang reclining against the younger futa, Ridley carved up both medium rare tits and spread the slices on their plates to cool.

The meat was a deep golden brown on the outside, but faded to red at the center of each wide slice. Both plates of meat were swimming in a mixture of the sauce applied and the meat's natural juices, with the combined aromas drifting up in visible wisps of steam. The futas' stomachs growled in anticipation while the incestuous wives kissed, with the smaller woman trapped between them.

Hana had been watching all this closely, and when she saw the first slice of meat come off her coworker, she grabbed the head of the girl eating her out and came so hard she saw stars. When she remembered to let the customer breathe, she immediately apologized for getting carried away and asked if the cutie would like her to return the favor.

"No, that's alright, see?" she replied, showing that she and the girl next to her had a hand in each other's shorts. "My sister and I have been fingering ourselves this whole time, so we're good. We could use some more calamari, though. Looks like the others ate it all while I was busy enjoying my private appetizer."

"So sorry! I'll get that right away," apologized Hana again. "I guess the boss has a point: I'd better get back to work for real."

Several more tables had been filled since Hana had dropped her pants, so Regina glared as her half naked coworker passed, while she took a drink order from a table in Hana's section.

Sarang had somewhat regained her senses by the time her tit slices had cooled enough to eat, so she watched in complete fascination as the couple fed each other pieces of her meat around her. When Blake pinched her clit, Sarang realized that the incredibly full feeling in her belly was caused by the two massive cocks inside her, so she started working herself up and down, fucking both of them. She moaned loudly as the couple talked past her about how good her grilled tits tasted.

Over at table 9, Caleb finally tensed up and came deep inside his date's pussy. This came as a relief to Rosalie, who was getting tired of doing all the hard work in their impromptu fuck. When he had recovered, Caleb kissed her, and she reacted by pushing back and looking at him in shock.

"What do you think you're doing kissing me?" she demanded. "We're only halfway through our first date, and I haven't even tried to hold hands yet."

Baffled, Caleb replied, "We just fucked. I thought we were having a moment."

She looked down at where his softening dick was still in her cunt.

"That's completely different," she said firmly, "that was a necessary precaution. Kissing and fucking are on entirely different relationship levels. I don't kiss any sooner than the end of the first date. And that's only if the date went well, which this has not."

Caleb was flummoxed by that bit of female logic. "You came all over my cock, but the date isn't going well?"

"I- that's not-" she stumbled. "Shut up and cook some more pork. I worked up an appetite."

"I think that's chicken," he corrected automatically, looking at the dish Hana had left them.

She glared.

"Ok, ok. I'll put it on the grill," he grumbled.

Although she was making a show of being mad at him, he noticed that rather than getting off his lap, she actually seemed to be trying to grind her cunt into his cock again, so he wasn't really buying the indignant damsel act.

Ridley and her daughter had stopped talking and were rapidly scarfing down Sarang's tit meat. Sarang bounced and squirmed her way to another orgasm just before Ridley shot another load of potent swimmers at her womb. The meatgirl didn't stop quaking and moving until after her breasts had been fully consumed, giving over her broken mind and body to the overlapping waves of orgasm the entire time.

"Mmm! Mom, that was delicious, but I'm still hungry for more," purred Blake. "Shall we start on her filet now?"

Ridley sighed contentedly. "It certainly was tasty, baby girl. But, I think that if we want the meat to walk to the car on her own, we should leave the legs and ass intact. How about we have half an arm now, then we can pan sear her cunt filet at home as a bedtime snack?"

Sarang moaned, and quivered out another minor orgasm, picking up that they were talking about eating her cunt.

"Yes, Mom," Blake conceded. "You do know best."

Ridley waved down Regina, who was delighted to finally be needed for something.

"Dearie," Ridley said when she got close, "could you bring us a blowtorch or maybe a heavy spatula we could heat on the grill? We're going to need something to cauterize the meat so she doesn't bleed out on your nice floor."

"Ah, I know just the thing," said Regina. "The surface on the grill is actually replaceable. We often swap it out mid-meal so the customer doesn't have to mix flavors with the things they previously cooked. I'd be glad to hold up your hot grill pan to cauterize her: just give me a second to grab the tool we use."

She was quickly back, holding a sort of short, thick fork with staggered teeth. She hooked the tool under the edge of the hot pan and lifted the pan slightly, then looked questioningly at Ridley.

"Ah, I see," said the milf. "You can set it down for a moment until I'm ready."

Working swiftly, Ridley cut around Sarang's right elbow, then slid the knife between the bones, separating her foreshank in one piece. Sarang cried out, but some wires must have gotten crossed in her head, because it sounded more like an orgasm than a cry of pain.

"There we go," said Blake, holding up the stump to keep Sarang from waving it around.

Regina quickly lifted the pan and pressed it to the open wound where her friend's arm ended. Sarang's vocalizations jumped two octaves, then she slumped back, unconscious. When Regina removed the hot metal, the meat had been seared cleanly shut.

"Very nicely done," said Ridley.

"Thanks! I'll get you a fresh pan to cook that on."

When their waitress got back, Ridley had deboned the shank and was carving it into strips while discussing sauces with her wife. Regina offered some recommendations on flavor combinations and the couple started grilling their second course.

Rosalie's naked lap dance had gotten Caleb hard again by the time they had finished off the teriyaki chicken. After asking Hana to bring them some beef, the couple returned to the topic of how the date was going, then Rosalie bit her lip thoughtfully and stood up. She sat down on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide and looked at Caleb with a serious expression.

"Ok," she said, "earlier when we were fucking, you somehow got me off before you came. If you can do that again, I'll reward you with a kiss."

She looked away, embarrassed at the last phrase. Caleb grinned hungrily.

Damn, it was a good thing I jerked off to some futa snuff porn to ease my tension while getting ready for this date, he thought quickly.

"You got it, babe!" he said out loud. "I'm gonna make you scream my name before this night is over."

Since he had just cum, and she was clearly still extremely horny, in no small part due to the pheromones clouding the air, it would be nearly impossible for him to lose this challenge. He stood up and slid his cock into her still sloppy cunt and began fucking her. Rosalie looked away to try to distract herself from cumming too soon, but her eyes quickly found Blake fucking the still unconscious meatgirl, which did nothing to reduce her arousal. When Hana dropped off the raw beef, Caleb put a couple slices on the grill right away to give himself something else to think about besides the way his date's pussy was squeezing his cock or the live snuff porn being enacted a few feet away.

After Blake came directly inside Sarang's womb, Ridley suggested setting aside the meatgirl to do some one on one bonding, to which Blake agreed. When Sarang awoke, she sat up blearily and saw the couple making out across the table from her, while slices of her arm meat were sizzling on the grill. Eventually she recovered enough of her wits to think to make herself useful, flipping over the cuts of meat when they got done on one side. She struggled to use the tongs left handed the first time, but then giggled when she realized how silly it was for her to avoid singeing her fingers while cooking her own arm, so she just used her bare hand on the meat from then on.

Rosalie began pushing back in time with Caleb's thrusts and was having a hard time looking away from the meatgirl cooking slices of her own meat. When Caleb slipped a hot piece of beef into her mouth, for a moment she mistook the rich, savory flavor for girl meat, which immediately sent her into an orgasm.

"Fuck, yes!" she yelled. "Oh, that's so good. Give it to me! Fuck!"

Caleb chuckled and dug his fingers into one of her large breasts, intensifying her pleasure even farther. He didn't slow down his cervix pounding or tit mauling until Rosalie begged him to let her rest, and even then he didn't stop fucking her entirely.

The restaurant had filled up by this point, so Hana and Regina had been too busy to stand around and watch their former coworker get eaten, but when Sarang removed the last of her foreshank from the grill, Regina appeared next to their table.

"Can I get you any more rice, or some other meat? Or maybe I could interest you in some dessert?" she said.

"No, no thank you," replied Blake. "We'll be having a cunt filet creampie at home, so I think we'll pass on dessert here."

Sarang was unable to suppress a loud moan at hearing that.

"You've been an absolute dear," the milf told Regina warmly. "You've helped us out with our special meal, even though it's your friend that we are eating. You know, we have so much leftover meat, I was thinking maybe you would like some with your tip."

"Really? Oh, thank you! I'd love some girl meat," gushed Regina. "Especially from my closest friend."

"Well, you've earned it," declared Ridley. "Fetch that thing you use to hold the hot metal along with our bill and I'll carve you out a nice roast."

Caleb decided it was time for them to also wrap up their meal. After asking Hana to bring their check, he started fucking Rosalie as fast as he could. She wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him by moaning into that kiss she'd promised him.

Hana and Regina were both delayed at the register while they argued about how to handle the girl meat tip. Finally the manager stepped in and settled their dispute.

"You’ll split the money evenly, but Regina gets the meat," he declared. "She did all the work at their table, so it's all hers."

A quitely grumbling Hana arrived back at table 9 just in time to watch Caleb's rhythm change to a stuttering two-step as he came inside his date for the second time. While Caleb paid the bill, Rosalie collected herself and got ready to leave. Her bra had ended up around her midriff, so it just needed to be pulled back into place before she put on her shirt. She stuffed her panties into her purse, then discovered that she had bent the clasp on her skirt beyond the point that it would latch, so that got stuffed in after the panties. She did make sure to put on her stilettos, since she knew that standing in them did fantastic things to curves of her legs and ass, and because they brought her closer to Caleb’s height.

When Caleb walked out with her, at first he had a possessive hand on her far hip, but before they made it out the door, his hand had slipped down to grip her bare ass cheek. They both paused outside on the sidewalk to take in a deep breath of air which wasn’t loaded with the heady scents of futa cum and girl meat.

"Hey, uh," Caleb began to say, looking between Rosalie's legs, but it was too late.

A large drop of his cum fell from her cunt onto her nice shoes, startling her.

"Ooopsie," she said. "Better take care of that."

She then cupped one hand under her pussy and clenched a few times to push out several more globs of cum onto her palm. She proceeded to spend the next thirty seconds absorbed in licking up every trace of cum from her hand, even sucking on her fingers. She moaned cutely each time she swallowed.

"Nice," whispered Caleb, as he slipped a finger into her cunt from behind.

Rosalie froze, mortified, suddenly remembering where she was.

"Oh my god!" she wailed quietly. "I can't believe I just did that right in front of you."

She yanked her skirt out of her purse and held it self-consciously in front of her groin, mostly obscuring it. She failed to notice that she dropped her panties on the pavement in the process, so Caleb scooped them up and stuffed the souvenir into his pocket. She also didn't try to dislodge his invading finger or cover her ass, so he continued slowly fingering her.

"It must be those damn pregnant futa pheromones," she muttered, reflexively humping his fingers. "They could probably make a fortune if they could find a way to bottle that stuff."

"Actually," Caleb said knowingly, "there is a cologne with those pheromones in it. They say it'll make your girl do absolutely anything you ask, especially if it sounds sexy. Maybe I should use some on our next date," he teased.

"What?!" Rosalie exclaimed. "Don't you dare! Tonight was bad enough! If you use that stuff on our date tomorrow night, I might lose control entirely!"

He raised an eyebrow at that. They hadn't actually agreed to a second date yet, so Caleb sensed an opportunity to capitalize on her pliable state of mind.

"Well… I don't know," he drawled. "It would be pretty easy for me to get up tomorrow morning and just spritz a bit of cologne on. You might not even be able to smell it, so you could fall under my control without even knowing it. I'd say the only sure way to keep me from doing that would be for me to stay over at your place. That way you could keep an eye on me and make sure I don't use any unauthorized cologne."

His fingers were kind of distracting, and she was almost positive that he had to be up to something, but her sex clouded brain couldn't find any flaws in his argument.

"Alright, fine," she said, "you can take me home. But I'm going to be watching you every second so you don't try to pull anything. And stay away from my roommate. She's always trying to talk me into a threeway, but I don't want to share. She's all mine, so you'll be sleeping on my side of the bed."

Caleb couldn't figure out what she was trying to say at the end of that, but the fact that she wasn't quite making sense promised that the rest of the night was going to be very interesting indeed. Also, he still had every intention of making her scream his name orgasmically.


Earlier at the futa couple's table, Regina apologized for making them wait when she got back with the check and the pan handling tool. Ridley waved off her apology and got to work on the tip. To Regina's delight, the milf carved up Sarang's left shoulder, removing the entire arm at the joint. It was a good thing Blake was holding the meatgirl tightly again, because she shook with an orgasm as soon as the knife sank in and only came harder when Regina cauterized her wound with the hot grill pan.

Sarang had some time to recover while Regina ran the credit card at the register. When it was time to leave, she was able to walk on her own, albeit somewhat unsteadily. Ridley and Blake made a pitstop to touch up their makeup before walking out, so Sarang and Regina had a moment to say their goodbyes.

"Hey, Sarang, is there anything you want me to tell Jeff?" asked Regina, cradling her girl meat tip.

It took Sarang a few seconds to remember her boyfriend, and when she did, she made a sour face.

"Fuck Jeff," she said. "I'll bet he just wanted to snuff and eat me, so as of now, I'm officially dumping him. I belong to mistress Ridley and mistress Blake until they snuff me. Hey, you've always thought Jeff was hot; he can be your boyfriend now."

Regina thought briefly of pointing out the inconsistency in that, but decided not to bother. She hugged her (formerly straight) friend, who surprised her with an open mouthed kiss. Sarang blushed afterwards.

"Well, I wanted to do something, and I don't have enough arm left to hug you back," she explained.

Regina grinned. "Lemme get a picture before you go, babe."

Sarang posed as best she could while her friend took a few quick pictures. The partially eaten meatgirl looked like a hot mess. No breasts, only half an arm, and streams of cum running steadily out of her cunt and ass. Her hair and makeup were a wreck, too. Regina would definitely rub one out to these picts in bed that night.

Just then Sarang's new owners came out of the restroom and headed for the door.

"Come along, dearie," said Ridley. "We need to get home and see if the sitter is still alive or if our little monster snuffed her. Our four year old takes after her mother, so I wouldn't put it past her."

"Mom, really now," groaned Blake. "I didn't snuff my babysitter until I was eleven. And she asked for it."

"I was actually talking about myself, honey," the milf replied. "I did something like that when I was her age. Either way, that sitter we got has a cute ass, so maybe we should have two cunt filet creampies for dessert."

Sarang raced to catch up, feeling a pang of jealousy at the thought that her mistress might eat some other meatgirl, so she didn't notice Regina playfully using her severed arm to wave goodbye.

"Goodbye," called the waitress. "Please come again soon!"

"Well, maybe not too soon," she said to herself after they left. "I'd like to have a romantic dinner of roast Sarang meat with Jeff before you snuff and eat me too. Wait, what am I saying?"

She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Damn, that old sex ed tape in highschool wasn't lying about pregnant futa pheromones, was it?"