With really nothing more to do until it was time to start serving the stew around her to the hungry diners, the sweet girl in the pot got comfy to watch her sister and their new friend prepped and put on to cook, grateful that she had been allowed to keep her glasses for the time being and that the nice assistant in the kitchen had warmed them carefully so they would not steam up.

The assistant working on oiling the spit-roaster seemed to be having a good time and it was hard to blame him. It was hard to imagine anyone not enjoying the opportunity to caress that rather spectacular body all over while she continued to pose and make sensual, pouty faces at the audience like a model. Meanwhile, a young woman was getting the oven roaster similarly oiled but the pair were chatting happily as she worked, the sweet girl turning cooperatively and adjusting her position as requested to give the necessary access to all parts of her body. Once the oiling was complete, the young woman opened the front of the oven and lay a bed of rollers across the open door and the platform it connected to then set a large roasting pan on top. Peering in, the watching girls noticed that the bottom of the oven was covered in similar rollers, presumably to make getting the pan, which would be quite heavy once the girl was in it, easier to get in and out.

Once everything was ready, the cute, plump young oven-piggy took off her glasses and handed them to the assistant who placed them carefully on top of the oven, promising to put them with the rest of her belongings to be returned to her parents. Then, with the help and gently guidance of the assistant now that she had the double handicap of blurry vision and being covered from neck to toe in very slippery oil, she climbed up into the pan and got down on her knees, resting her chin on her folded arms with her rump naturally raised, both holes easily accessible for stuffing.

“Is this how you’re going to be cooked?” Ella asked, looking up at Samantha, genuinely curious.

“Not exactly.” the older girl explained. “See how she’s kneeling? That’s called Piggy Pose. I’m going to be on my back in Turkey Pose, like on the invitations.” Ella nodded, intrigued. “I’ll be coated in butter too, rather than oil,” Samantha continued to explain, “and I’ll be gutted and stuffed properly.” In front of them, the assistant was inserting the nozzle of a large piping bag into the girl’s tight anus, ready to squeeze in the filling. “Mummy’s been watching videos about how to do it what they call non-invasively.”

“What does that mean?” Ella asked.

“I think it just means they don’t cut my belly open!” Samantha giggled. “They pull all my guts out through my butt instead!”

“Sounds kinda messy!” Ella giggled.

“True!” Samantha laughed. “But it means I don’t get served with a big ugly scar down my belly!”

“Why aren’t they taking her guts out first?” the younger girl asked, wanting to understand the scene unfolding in front of her, as the assistant carefully drew the nozzle out, gave it a wipe then inserted it between the roaster’s plump lower lips ready to stuff her other cavity.

“It’s something to do with the cooking methods here.” Samantha tried to remember the details from the article she had read. “I know they cook a lot quicker here than normal. I’m going to be in the oven for about three hours but girls here cook in under an hour. It keeps the supply coming and means there’s plenty of entertainment. It’s something to do with how the oven works. The spit too!”

“Oh yeah I heard about that!” Caroline agreed. “It’s really a mixture of an oven and...well not an actual microwave otherwise the girls would blow up and have to be scraped off the oven walls!” All three of them giggled at the image. “But something kinda like a microwave. The spit too, it does something the cooks the girl from the inside so they get cooked pretty quickly but still get that nice, golden brown crispy finish on the outside!”

“Oh cool!” Ella beamed. “So does that mean you should be even tastier than her? Since you’re being roasted properly I mean?”

“I hope so!” grinned Samantha, loving the way her younger friend seemed to enjoy chatting about eating her as casually as if she were asking about a new hobby she had taken up or where she was going on holiday. “Oh and my hair will be wrapped in foil so it doesn’t burn. I want to look pretty on the platter!”

“I’m sure you will!” Ella stroked her arm affectionately. “I think if I was going in the oven I’d want to be in piggy pose like her.” he mused and the assistant used a peeled silver onion to plug the young roaster’s vagina then forced a peeled carrot into her anus to plug that hole too, pushing it a long way in and making the girl squeal endearingly, earning her affectionate chuckles from the audience. “I think I’ve got the rump for it, don’t you?”

“Definitely!” Samantha giggle, reaching down to give the nine year old’s cute round butt a playful squeeze through her skirt, making her giggle too.

“I still think Caroline belongs on a spit!” teased Ella once the oven-roaster had been rolled into the glowing metal cavern and the glass door which would allow a good view of her cooking rump was closed behind her. Samantha gave her contemporary an appraising look up and down.

“Can’t argue with that!” she grinned, making Caroline blush a little although she did not protest. “But speaking of spits, looking like it’s time for the big show!” A spitting frame had been brought forward and placed in front of the well-oiled girl.

“That looks a bit different from the other ones I’ve seen.” Caroline observed, tilting her head and thinking of the videos of other spittings, mostly filmed in similar areas of Sidney’s restaurants across assorted locations. “Looks shorter I think?”

“Maybe they just adjust them for different girls?” suggested Samantha. “Or maybe they’re trying a new type?”

“Yeah, maybe!” Caroline agreed. “Look, there’s no chin cup! I won’t how… Oh!” Things started to become clear as the girl mounted the frame, not facing it the way Caroline had expected but with her back to it, wrists strapped either side of her head almost as if she were being crucified.


To be continued...