Making eye-contact with his work friend and shrugging to show solidarity with his fellow dad of a forceful and determined daughter, Josh went to find Laura, wanting to suggest that be the one to take the photographs since Rachel had already asked to be able to use their camera. Finishing up their little modelling session, Laura kissed Nadine on the top of her head and sent her to go play with the other girls who seemed to still be investigating the pot then looked over to see Rachel unzipping her tight jeans and wriggling them down.

“Auntie Laura?” Merlin appeared by her side, Rob close behind. “We want to go back inside and get dressed now. Do you have towels?” The soap-based snow solution fortunately did not leave much in the way of greasy residue on those who played in it was could easily be wiped off skin or clothing but, like the bubbles in a bath, they did tend to get someone covered in them rather wet.

“Of course, dear!” Laura smiled. “There’s a bag of them in the kitchen, just inside the door.” She thought for a second. “In fact, if you could bring the bag out and put it by the fire door, that would be really handy!” she smiled. “You can take a look at the turkey while you’re in there. Just don’t try tapping on the glass or anything. She’s probably asleep by now.” The boys promised to be respectful then ran back inside.

“Didn’t think to warn them about the show?” Josh chuckled, inclining his head towards Rachel who was now wearing only a rather nice matching bra and panties set in a shade of purple so dark it was almost black and was fiddling around behind her back, clearly unhooking her bra.

“Oh, I didn’t think!” Laura chuckled. “Well they’ll be back in a few minutes, I’m sure! Come on!” she smiled at her husband and began crossing the lawn towards the roasting pit. “Duty calls!”

The oven felt so nice, so cosy, like being in a hot bath, sunbathing on the beach and being wrapped in a warm blanket all at the same time. Samantha wasn’t sure whether the stuffing mix inside her had shrunk a little in the cooking process or whether she was just getting used to her stomach muscles being stretched like this, but either way, it was not feeling nearly as uncomfortable as when it had first been forced in. No, not stomach muscles, she corrected herself, it was pork belly now, the same stuff that streaking bacon like they got from Emily was made from. Or should that be turkey belly? Did turkeys even have bellies? She knew that turkey bacon was a thing but had never thought to find out how it was made. Not that it really mattered any more. All that mattered was that she was a lovely Christmas turkey, gutted, stuffed and well on her way to being roasted.

Was her meat-stamp still there? She wondered. The butcher had said it broke down at cooking temperatures, but was the oven hot enough yet or would that come later. She was fairly sure Mummy had turned it up once she was in but she didn’t know how high. High enough to make the butter melt at least. She could feel it sizzling against her skin as it pooled underneath her but it didn’t hurt. Just a funny, tingling feeling.

She had stopped rubbing herself now. It felt good, but her fingers were getting tired and it seemed to be harder to move them. Was that because she was getting weaker, she wondered, or because the muscles in her hands were starting to cook, leaving them less and less able to work like they were suppose to? Probably a bit of both, she decided. She was grateful for the neck pillow Mummy had made for her. It made laying in the pan far more comfortable. She tried to take a deep breath, wanting to see if she could smell herself cooking, but all she could really smell for the moment was melted butter. Plus anything other than the most shallow breaths were very hard to take and the air in the oven was hot, stinging her nostrils as she tried to inhale it. Giving up on that idea, she relaxed and allowed the small, shallow breaths to suffice.

The oven was so cosy. Even with her eyes closed, the warm light of the heating elements glowed through like the sun on a bright day. Something was dropping on her face. Not just on her face, all over! Some sort of condensation of melted butter forming on the roof of the oven then dropping back down? It had to be something like that, that was really all it could be, yet it felt like snow! Yes, it was snow, she was sure of that now! But how could it be snowing inside an oven, especially one as warm as this? Experimentally, she stretched out her legs, then her arms, feeling them push through soft the soft, white, crunchy powder. Giggling, she began to make snow angels. Tentatively, she opened her eyes, but her vision was blurry, as was only to be expected when your eyes were half-cooked, she reminded herself. All she could see for a the moment was an orangey-yellow haze. The snow continued to fall. She felt a flake land on her nose and blew it off playfully, like Winnie the Pooh with the butterfly in the opening credits of the old cartoons.

Gradually, she started to notice faces looking at her but that was quite normal. People had been coming to look through the glass at their roasting turkey more or less since she was put in. She liked that people were still taking an interest and hopefully looking forward to their special meal. But something was different this time. Wrong. They couldn’t be looking at her through the door of the oven but why? She fought to make her half-cooked brain work, finding that it actually did start to come back into focus as she willed it, along with her vision. Suddenly she realised why she had to be mistaken about the faces watching her through the oven door – they were on both sides! Not only that but they were grinning down at her, not watching her from the side. Forcing her eyes to focus properly now, she saw that she was surrounded by a group of six girls, all around her own age, all happily naked in the snow. One looked very familiar!

“Emily?” she asked a little blearily, sitting up and admiring the snow angel she had made.

“In the…” Emily began before correcting herself. “Well, in the whatever this is we’re made of now! It’s definitely some sort of meat!”

“But you got chopped up?” Samantha was happy to see her friend but a little confused as to how it was possible. “You’re going to be my trimmings!”

“And you got your guts pulled out through your butt, filled with home-made stuffing and roasted!” Emily giggled. “Yet here we are!” Samantha looked around. As well as the girls kneeling around here, there were dozens, hundreds even, all around. They seemed to be in a sort of meadow surrounded by pine trees and all the girls, from barely older the toddlers, up to what were really young women, were naked, happily throwing snowballs at each other or teaming up to build snowmen. “Come on!” Emily got to her feet, dusted the snow off her knees and held out a hand to help Samantha up. “I’ll make sure you get introduced to everyone but there’s something you’ll want to see first!” She and the other girls surrounded the new arrival like some kind of honour guard and they made their way over to a frozen pool. “Lay on your tummy,” Emily grinned, “and get comfy! This is kind of a big day for both of us!” Intrigued, Samantha did as she was told and Emily lay beside her, the other girls who had waited for her to wake up spreading themselves around the circumference of the pool along with others who stopped their games to come join them.

“What are we doing here?” Samantha asked, looking with curiosity at the shimmering surface which did not look like any ice she had ever seen before and had a pearlescent, iridescent quality.

“Just watch!” Emily grinned. “You’ll see!” As Samantha looked on in awe, the pool’s icy surface began to show a moving image, like a film, blurry at first then coming into focus. It was the kitchen where the body she had apparently left behind was still roasting!

“Like this?” Rachel asked, laying naked on her side, one knee slightly forward, one arm on the grass in front of her and the other resting on her thigh. Her boobs, while large, still had the benefit of youth to keep them perky with the added benefit on one supported by the ground and the other resting on top of it so that they both remained facing forward. Fortunately, given the purpose of the photographs they were about to take, Rachel preferred to keep her luscious fillet smooth and hairless.

“Perfect!” Laura grinned, crouching to make sure that she was at the right angle.

“Make sure you get the whole spit in!” Rachel reminded her. “I want to make sure people understand what I’m inviting them to!”

“Oh yes, don’t worry about that!” Rachel grinned, taking a few shots then shifting her position to take a few more. “Wow, you would be a delicious spit-piggy!”

“Plenty to go around!” Rachel giggled as Laura moved slightly again and took some more pictures. “Ready for the rump shots?”

“If you are!” Laura chuckled. The teen rolled onto her belly then folded her arms in front of her and rested her head on them, face turned to the camera. “Hold this a moment.” Laura thrust the camera at Josh then ran over and carefully arranged Rachel’s long, brown hair so that it pooled artistically. Just at that moment, the two boys, now fully dressed once more, came back out to see what was going on, their eyes going wide when they saw the naked teen on the grass.

“I’d say take a picture,” Rachel teased, “but Laura’s about to do that! Think I look tasty?” The boys nodded wordlessly. “Think my friend’s would enjoy me?”

“How’s the turkey looking?” Laura asked the dumbstruck boys, retrieving the camera from her husband. “Is she still breathing?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Rob told her.

“Okay.” Laura nodded. “I’ll just do these then we should go finish the stuffing and do the first basting.” Josh agreed and watched as Laura took another dozen or so pictures of his friend’s naked teen daughter before the girl stood up and brushed the grass off the front of her bare body.

“Wow, guess you were right!” Rachel chuckled, seeing the pink criss-cross impressions the grass her left on her. “Can I see?” she asked Laura who happily called up the photos on the screen on the back of the camera and scrolled through them. “Wow, you got some really nice ones!” Rachel beamed. “Thank you! Can you email those to me or something?”

“I’ll put them on a stick and have Josh give it to your dad.” Laura smiled. “Safer for you that way. You should be the only one who gets to decide who sees these!”

“Thanks!” Rachel hugged her gratefully. “What’s going on over there?” Looking over, Laura saw Amelia and Caroline standing in the dry stew pot and Gramps lifting Ella to put her in too while Amanda, Willow, little Rosie and even Nadine stood waiting their turn, with varying degrees of patience!

“Well either my dad is making a stew,” she chuckled, “or they want a photo in the pot to go with the one by the spit!”

“I guess I should go join them!” Rachel giggled. “Since I’m dressed for it over all!”

“Good idea!” Laura laughed. “Take him the camera, would you?” She passed the camera to the naked teen then she and Josh headed inside to check on the turkey.


To be continued...