Natalie pressed her lips together. She could sense that her mother was serious and that she only had her best interests at heart. But the longer she thought about it, the more she felt deep in her heart that this was truly what she wanted. That she absolutely wanted to do her uncle and cousin this favor, even if it cost her life, even if it meant trading eighty years of her future for a few minutes of painful ecstasy. And so, with all the seriousness she could muster, she looked her mother in the eye and spoke with conviction.

"Mom, I've been thinking about it. For a really long time. And to be honest, especially after what you told me earlier, I think I really take after you."

Stephanie just remained silent, but tenderly took her hands in hers again. She held on tight and continued listening silently.

"What you told me earlier, those fantasies you had about your father... it triggered something in me. As if I suddenly understood myself better. And when you held me like that earlier, with your hand on my throat and squeezing a little, I lost my breath for a moment, and yet I still came like a rocket. That's exactly how I felt that time when Peter took me from behind on the camping trip and slapped my ass for fun. I almost came on his feet."

Stephanie shifted restlessly in her seat, taking a shaky breath. You could see that her words excited her. But then an understanding smile crept onto her lips.

"Oh my! Could it be that my little daughter is discovering the pain slut in herself?"

Ashamed, the little girl put her hands over her face, but laughed to herself. With red cheeks, she lowered her fingers, shrugged, and avoided her gaze.

"Could be."

But then she forced herself to pull herself together, because she knew this was a serious matter, and it was important that she convince her mother that she was aware of it. And so, even though her ears were still burning, she sought her gaze again, folding her hands on the table.

"But no, honestly, I think I'm looking forward to it. Every aspect. Both the pain and the release at the end. Because in the end, none of that matters, does it? All that matters is that I give my family, all of you, a great day. That my meat makes you happy. And besides, I'll live on in your memories. In yours... right?"

Her mother gasped, moved, and raised her hand to her mouth. She hurriedly got up to take her child firmly in her arms.

“Oh, sweetheart... Of course, we'll remember you. After all, we haven't forgotten Paula, have we?”

With her face pressed against her mother's warm bosom, Nattie shook her head.

“No, we haven't. She was so delicious.”

“She was delicious. I can still taste her on my tongue. And she was so happy for the two of them.”

After a while, Stephanie released the embrace, but kept her hands clasped tightly around her daughter's. With a proud smile on her lips, she sought her gaze, and Natalie felt deep in her heart that she had made the right decision. Because she would also give her beloved parents an unforgettable experience. When her mother put her hand on her cheek and stroked her gently, the little girl nestled lovingly into her. However, after a while, a thoughtful expression crept onto her face, and at some point she looked up at her and asked with her head tilted to one side:

“Mom, I have one more question.”

“What is it?”

“Why do they want me? They could have any girl they want. Uncle George is a successful businessman. He's very influential. He could get prettier girls who are much more attractive. Why does he want me?”

Her mother bit her lip, and the look she gave her, so full of love, compassion, and pride, made Natalie blush.

“Oh, dear, there's a simple reason for that. They love you. They don't want just any girl; they want to celebrate their love with a feast that is appropriate for the occasion.”

She sat down on the edge of the table and tenderly placed a hand on her daughter's cheek.

“When they watched you dance for them at the engagement party, when you took your clothes off, I was watching them. It wasn't just lust or desire in their eyes, it was love. George and Laura adore you.”

Natalie's heart pounded in her chest at these words. And the blood rushed to her cheeks even more as her mother continued.

“When I had them on the VidPhone a few days ago, they tried to explain it to me, and do you know what Laura said?”

Nattie shook her head, her cheeks glowing.

"She said you were the perfect symbol of their blossoming love. Young and strong, steadfast and courageous. They both believe that eating you would only strengthen the family bond between them, and I actually agree. No purchased meat girl or the daughter of a coworker or friend could give them that feeling. Only you can give them that. You are family, and family means everything to us."

When her mother finished, Natalie nodded, trembling, looked away briefly, and secretly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. In fact, her conviction had only grown stronger. She simply knew that she had made the right decision. George and Laura both meant so much to her. It was a great honor to give her life for them and make their big day even more memorable in this way. And so she didn't hesitate to nod when Stephanie took her hands again and looked at her questioningly.

“So, what do you think? Do you give me the OK? Can I really say yes to them?”

“Yes. Tell them it will be my honor to be their wedding roast. They can count on me.”

Her mother's eyes glistened with tears. And for a moment, it looked as if she was struggling to maintain her composure. But then a smile formed on her lips.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, my child. I can't wait to see you on the spit. You're going to look so sexy.”

Then, as if the idea had just occurred to her, she snapped her fingers and exclaimed:

“You know what? I'll get in touch with the wedding photographer. I definitely want to have some souvenir photos of you."

Nattie immediately liked the idea. She had always enjoyed posing for her father, who was an enthusiastic amateur photographer. Some of the most beautiful nude photos, taken just a few months ago, were even hanging in large format in the living room above the couch and often served as a conversation starter when guests came to visit.

“Oh yes, and make sure Peter gets some too, okay? Both before and after pictures.”

“Definitely. You're looking forward to seeing him again, aren't you?” her mother asked with a knowing look, and Nattie didn't hesitate to nod in agreement.

“Oh yes. I'm definitely going to... spend some time with him before... you know,” she said, running her thumb meaningfully across her throat and rolling her eyes. And although her mother gave her a sour look, she had to admit that the thought made her feel hot between her thighs again. Her back door was also throbbing with anticipation, because she had something very special planned for her beloved cousin. Her mother, who had always been able to see right through her, tilted her head curiously and her eyes sparkled mischievously as she asked:

“Do you two have something special planned?” Her daughter grinned broadly and her ears took on the color of fresh tomatoes. However, she knew that her mother had been right earlier when she said that they would share everything with each other. And so she didn't hesitate for a second to tell her.

“Um, yes. To be honest, there was one thing we never got around to. I... I would like to give him my ass.”

Stephanie's eyes widened in surprise. Her daughter knew only too well how much she liked anal play, but she herself had never felt anything in her butt except her mother's tongue and her little finger. The fact that she now seemed to have changed her mind seemed to surprise her mother and at the same time excite her greatly.

"Oh, what caused the change of heart? Didn't you just recently tell your father again that you don't want it in your ass?”

With a contrite expression, Nattie shrugged.

“Yes, but... I don't know. But now everything has been put into a new light. And who knows, maybe the roasting spit will end up in that hole, and then I'd definitely want to feel a real cock in there first."

She looked up shyly at her mother, who was now crouching down in front of her again, lovingly placing a hand on her leg. She tenderly stroked her sweaty skin and looked deep into her eyes.

“Honey, you're absolutely right. A decision like this changes absolutely everything. From now until your big day, your life will take on a completely different rhythm. You'll suddenly see many things in a completely different light, and that's a good thing.”

As she met her mother's loving gaze, a thought suddenly occurred to her, one that had been on her mind for a while. Now it seemed right to say it out loud.

“Mom, I never asked, but... why did Aunt Paula divorce Uncle George? They were happy together.”

Steph shook her head. With an almost solemn expression, she looked at her child and explained:

"You mustn't think of it as a divorce. They were very happy together. The ritual had a special meaning for Paula, you know. For her, it was more like a rite of passage. In recent years, the love between George and Laura had grown stronger and stronger, and Paula wanted to give them the opportunity to make it official. Besides, it had always been her dream to pass away in this way before her cut-off date. She wanted to do the same thing you are doing, make the ultimate sacrifice for her family and make them happy with her meat.”

Natalie nodded understandingly, but then pressed her lips together thoughtfully and tilted her head.

“What's this cut-off date all about? Why shouldn't women be slaughtered after their 40th birthday? Do we suddenly stop tasting good?”

Her mother laughed quietly and smiled to herself for a moment. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said:

"Honestly? I completely agree with you. I also think it's nothing but propaganda from the meat industry. It's true that the taste of our meat changes a little over the years. They say that the older we get, the drier we become, and it's true, our consistency changes a little, usually becoming a bit sinewier, but that's only natural. We still taste excellent.”

She crouched down next to her child again, gently placed her hand on her bare thigh, and squeezed it lovingly.

“It's just like veal and beef. When you're young, your meat is very tender and finely grained and has a mild flavor. You literally melt in your mouth.”

Then she took her daughter's hand and guided it to her own belly.

“As you get older, the meat gets darker, a little firmer, and takes on a stronger, more intense flavor. In my opinion, there's no better or worse. Women of all ages taste great. I've tried them all, from four to forty, believe me."

Natalie grinned, but her mother just shrugged and continued:

“But the commercials want us to believe that only the meat of children or young people is worth eating, because they volunteer in large numbers and are available in abundance. That's why the cut-off date was introduced. They're simply afraid that meat that's too old would sell poorly in comparison.”

A little saddened, her daughter pushed out her lower lip and tilted her head. She gave her mother a sympathetic look.

“That's kind of sad. I really think you'd still taste great, Mom.”

Stephanie gave her a grateful smile. But then something changed in her gaze. With great seriousness, she reached for her hands, pulled her close, and looked up at her.

"We're discussing the quality of your meat as if it were already a done deal. Honey, I want you to assure me one last time, with complete conviction, that this is really your final decision. I need to hear it again."

And Natalie, who at that moment felt great gratitude toward her mother for obviously wanting to give her another chance to get out of this unscathed, did not hesitate for a second. With solemn seriousness, she returned her gaze and said:

“Yes, Mom, it's really what I want. I want to be the main course at Uncle Paul and Cousin Laura's wedding reception. I want to be slaughtered and eaten and end my life there so that you can all enjoy my meat.”

Her mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and to Natalie's great surprise, she could feel her hands trembling. But then a smile formed on her lips, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw nothing but pride in her gaze.

“Good, my dear,” she said, rising to her feet, folding her arms across her chest, and looking at her child with conviction. "Then I hereby give you carte blanche until September first, when your time comes. You have my full support in everything you want to do, everything you want to try or experience. Your father and I are here for you. Gather every experience you can. Do things, go see things, spend time with your friends or with us, whatever you want. Have as much sex as you can, with as many people as you want. The only thing I ask is that you take care of yourself. Because once I tell them, there's going to be a lot of responsibility on our shoulders, and especially on yours. Do you understand?”

With a beaming smile and a pounding heart, Natalie nodded eagerly. She had just received a proverbial get-out-of-jail-free card from her mother and would definitely think carefully about how best to use it.

“Got it."

“Good,” Stephanie replied with a happy smile and nodded again. “Then I guess I'll call George and Laura and tell them the good news.”

“Go ahead, Mom! Tell them I'm looking forward to it!”

Shortly thereafter, her mother left the kitchen, leaving her alone. And when she was gone, Natalie's smile slowly faded and gave way to a thoughtful expression. Suddenly, she felt the full weight of her decision on her chest. She had just signed her death warrant. And instead of feeling afraid, she felt only excitement and even something like anticipation deep inside. But there was also that cold tremor in her chest, that knowledge that her time was now running out. That the sand in her life clock was slowly running out.

September 1st

She looked over at the calendar, where the time and the month below it was flashing.

''It's July 25. Just over a month to go. I have thirty-seven days left to live.
Then I will die''

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