“Would you like some?” the bespectacled pre-teen in the pot asked as they approached, holding up a ladle filled with delicious-smelling girl stew.

“Ooh yes please!” Samantha nodded, taking a bowl from the stack next to the pot and putting in on her tray before holding it out to be filled. “How does it feel?” she asked conversationally as the girl whose cute little tits were visible above the gently bubbling surface scooped another half-ladleful from around her to fill up Samantha’s bowl.

“Really cosy!” she grinned. “It’s not too hot yet, they let it cool a bit between girls, and it’s fun to be able to serve the stew I’m sitting in!”

“I bet!” Samantha giggled. “Too bad I won’t be able to carve myself on Christmas day!”

“Ooh Christmas turkey?” the girl grinned. “Well make sure you fatten up on a lot of girl-meat first! They do say girl-fed girl is best!” They giggled together and Samantha thanked her as she stepped aside to let Ella get her bowl filled then, once they all had a bowl of steaming stew on their plates, they moved on to the carving station.

As they were quite close to the front of the line, only a few slices from each roaster had been taken so far. Although their fillets had of course already gone, both little tits of the oven-roaster were available, as was one from the spit-roast. After a quick debate, it was decided that Ella and Samantha would take the oven-roast tits while Caroline should have the spit-roasted one, with Ella pointing out that if her big sister was ever cooked, that would be the most likely method, while she found the oven quite appealing and Samantha would be going in one soon anyway. Along with these, which were more symbolic tasters than any substantial serving of meat, they each got two rather generous slices of rump from each girl with the promise that they could go back for more if they finished their plates. Mindful of wanting to leave room for more girl-meat, they all took sparingly from the rest of the buffet, although they did want to try a lot of the tasty-looking veggies and potato options so took just a spoonful of each.

Back at their table they tucked in happily, smiling at each other every so often but not talking for the first few minutes as they all savoured their first taste of girl-meat. Once they had all had a little while to process and enjoy the wonderful new flavour which was both familiar and unique at the same time, they began to discuss their meals, wondering if the slight difference in taste between the oven and spit-roasts was down to the cooking method or the girl herself, concluding that it was probably a mixture of the two. They all agreed to eat their little breast treats together, giggling as they counted down from three before popping them in their mouths and chewing. The meat was soft and creamy and they all loved the way the nipple popped when they bit down on it.

“Do you think big tits taste good?” Caroline speculated, looking around the room as chewed and noticing a table of rather busty older teens in low-cut tops.

“They probably don’t have as much flavour.” Samantha suggested. “But I bet they’re good if cooked right, like sliced and fried in garlic butter.”

“Or with sweet chilli!” Caroline grinned. “Bet that would be good!”

“So which ones would you pick?” Samantha giggled, noticing where her friend was looking. The small party of friends a few tables over were laughing together and drinking some kind of sparkling wine from champagne flutes as they ate and seemed oblivious to the rather predatory stares of the younger girls, all three of whom joined in the fun speculation about how each of their breasts would best be prepared with some of the suggestions becoming quite creative.

“I hear they have to put long pins through big ones on a spit-roaster.” Caroline informed the others. “Otherwise they flop about too much and can tear off once the skin starts getting crispy!” This comical image elicited plenty of giggles from the other two as they continued their meal. Ella had gone straight for devouring the rump slices but, once they had tried a piece of each, Samantha and Caroline decided to enjoy their stew first, speculating as they ate just how many girls had contributed to that particular batch.

“I don’t think I’d want to go in the pot.” Caroline observed as she mopped up the last of her portion from the edges of the bowl with a piece of bread, not wanting any to go to waste. “You miss out on being served as a proper centre-piece for people to admire before they start carving. You just sort of turn into mush.”

“Yeah I get that,” Samantha nodded, “but I think it’s nice for girls who, you know, aren’t so meaty? It gives them an option to get cooked too if they want to so they don’t have to miss out. And it does come out really tasty!” she grinned, scraping up as much as she could from her bowl and licking the spoon before copying Caroline with the bread. “Plus,” she added, “you have to admit it’s kinda hot sitting naked in a big pot in front of everyone, serving up the stew you’re sitting in while you cook!”

“Well yeah, that bit seems fun!” Caroline agreed. “I guess it would be cool if you were going to have a party with lots of you cooking for everyone to start off in the pot together to add their flavour and maybe start cooking a bit before going to the oven or spit. Like, everyone could be in the pot when the guests arrive,” she began to expound on her idea with growing enthusiasm, “just on a really low heat, it would be like sharing a hot-tub, and all the meat-girls could greet the guests from there then when it’s time to start cooking properly, the ones being roasted get out and they turn the heat up on the one that are left!”

“I can see the Brownies and Guides doing that for a fundraiser!” Samantha giggled. “Bet it would be popular!” Ella now moved on to her stew as the older girls attacked the meat and sides on their plate, everyone finishing at around the same time and deciding the definitely had room for more.

“So what do you think?” Lizzie the mermaid asked as they stopped off to say hello on their way past.”

“It’s so good!” Ella enthused. “I knew it would be!” The others agreed enthusiastically.

“How much time have you got left on your cards?” the teen asked.

“Not even half way through yet.” Samantha grinned, checking the time on the lanyard around her neck against the ornate gold clock on the wall.

“Well in that case make sure you leave room for some of the new girls too!” Lizzie suggested. “That way you get to enjoy the most variety.” The girls promised that they would. “My shift’s nearly up.” she glanced over at the clock herself. “Just ten more minutes. But it was awesome meeting you and I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening! Oh and a very merry Christmas to all of you!” She winked cheekily before swimming off to entertain some younger diners, knowing that it would be a very close call between which of the girls, the ones doing the eating or the one getting eaten, would have the most fun on the big day!


To be continued...