“Here you go, hon!” she grinned, putting the sausage in the open bun. “Now, have you decided who gets the oysters?”

“One for my mum, I think!” Megan smiled. “And the other for his!”

“Great idea!” grinned Mollie. As he cooked, Timothy’s oyster pouch had contracted and pulled close to his body, the wrinkly skin smoothing out, but the tender lumps inside were plump and swollen, having absorbed a lot of juices during cooking. “Let’s leave them in place for now, then.” the naked caterer smile. “Hey Cole?” She called to her colleague. “Pass Megan a regular bun and we’ll give her some rump too. Gotta fatten her up for her own big day, right?” She winked at the equally naked teen who giggled. “Okay, ladies!” Mollie addressed the other guests. “Come and get it! Form a queue and grab yourselves a plate!”

As the girls in nothing but their hats and boots lined up, Mollie rolled Timothy’s spit so that the two gentle hills of his buttocks were on top. There was a satisfying crack as she pushed the carving fork through his golden-brown skin and clear juices trickled out. Overcoming her reluctance to despoil the beauty, remembering that the roasted boy now existed for no other purpose than to be eaten, Mollie cut a slice and lifted away the crispy crackling, revealing the pinkish-white meat beneath. This first, small slice she transferred onto Megan’s plate then cut another. The meat was tender and juicy like a fine Christmas ham! Thanking her, Megan moved aside and Mollie served the next girl in line, then the next and the next until all the naked teens were happily munching.

“Come on over, ladies!” she called to the mums. “Got something special for you! Bring your husband too!” she teased, grinning at Megan’s mum. Finally putting down the cameras, the three adults grabbed plates and bread rolls for themselves and came over. One entire buttock was now gone along with most of Timothy’s right thigh, now carved down to white, greasy bone, and several slices had also been cut from the other side but there was still plenty of good meat to be had. Of course, what the mums would be served first, were considered “prestige cuts.” Mollie rolled Timothy back around so that the front of his body was on top, the slightly ragged hole where his penis had been attached still gently steaming, the meat of his belly and chest as yet completely untouched.

Very carefully, using the tongs and the short knife again, Mollie sliced open Timothy’s oyster pouch down the central seam. It burst open as if under pressure and steam rose as the clear juices ran out. She then made further cuts in the crispy skin to make it easier to fold back until the plump, pink oysters were revealed.

“Left or right?” she asked Timothy’s mum, feeling that she should get first choice over the treats she had created inside her own body. The woman pondered for a moment, licking her lips, clearly seeing the roasted carcass not as her own dead child but as a delicious piggy to be enjoyed.

“The left, I think!” she concluded after a while.

“Excellent choice!” grinned Mollie, holding the chosen sweetbread with the tongs and cutting it free then lifting it onto her plate. The right, of course, went to Megan’s mum, then she rolled the carcass back over and served the three parents with thick slices of rump and thigh meat.

Having ensured that everyone had their first helping, she then fetched a plate for herself, as was agreed in the contract, and helped herself to a few choice slices which she topped off with the crispy scrotum-skin, and often-overlooked delicacy she had developed quite a taste for, finding it similar in taste and texture to the bacon-bits sometimes used in salad. She invited her two co-workers to help themselves and also left them in charge of carving whenever one of the girls came back for seconds or thirds and went to mingle with the guests once more, wanting especially to follow up on her conversation with the sweet blonde who had expressed an interest in her meat.

Now that they had been served their first portions of Timothy meat and loaded up their plates with crisps, salad and other sides, the girls had generally spread out through the garden, some sitting on the grass and others on the edge of the pool, dabbling their feet while they are. Mollie found the girl she was looking for sitting on the grass along with Megan and the slim brunette who had asked for a business card. To her slight surprised, the special hot-dog sat untouched on Megan’s plate as she tucked into the round bun stuffed with rump meat, chatting to her friends between mouthfuls.

“Room for a little one?” Mollie grinned, approaching with her own plate. The girls smiled up at her and happily shuffled to accommodate her joining their small circle. “We’re all gonna get such pretty pattens on our butts!” the young woman observed, taking her place on the grass and crossing her legs out of practicality, keeping them out of the way and providing a lap she could set her plate down on. This made the girls giggle, of course. “Something up with your hot-dog, honey?” she asked, a little concerned.

“Oh no!” Megan assured her, wiping a little stray Timothy-grease from the corner of her mouth with the side of her hand. “I’m just saving it!”

“Okay!” Mollie nodded, relieved, “Makes sense! Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten you wanted one of my cards.” She turned to the brunette who, she found she was not surprised to see, was now wearing glasses. Although she had taken them off in the pool, she had somehow seemed like the kind of girl would would wear glasses and, much like the hat, boots and occasional pieces of jewellery she and the others wore, they only served to make her seem more naked! “Once we’re done eating, I’ll hand them out. What was your name, by the way?”

“Scarlett.” the girl smiled.

“I’m Mollie.” the young woman identified herself. “I’m not sure if I got formally introduced to most of you earlier! And you are?” She turned with a friendly smile to the chubby blonde.

“I’m Courtney.” the girl smiled back.

“Courtney!” Mollie repeated the name to cement it in her memory. “Great! So earlier when you were asking about whether I’d ever agree to be someone’s party food and mentioned your birthday coming up, was that just a hypothetical or are you really making party plans?”

“Well it really is my birthday coming up.” Courtney admitted a little nervously. “My brother’s birthday is just three days after mine so we often do some sort of join celebration and this year he’s turning eighteen and I’m turning sixteen so if feels like a big one I’d love to do something special for!”

“Pretty big do, then?” Mollie nodded thoughtfully. “Lots of guests?” Courtney confirmed that, between the extended family and the friends they each invited, they would be looking to feed between fifty and sixty people.

“I was planning to ask around at this party,” Courtney admitted, “you know, when everyone was relaxed and enjoying some nice boy-meat! Thought it might get people in the mood! But then I saw you and your lovely boobs and rump and I thought maybe…” She tailed off, blushing.

“Well I’m flattered!” Mollie grinned, then looked the chubby teen over. “But I must say you look like quite a tasty piggy yourself! You’re not tempted to take the spotlight? It’s your party, after all, and I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder!”

“My brother and I have a deal,” Courtney explained with a slight giggle, “ever since we were children! Whoever gets married first gets the other one as their Wedding roast!”

“Ooh I see!” Mollie laughed. “Well yeah, we definitely wouldn’t want to get in the way of an arrangement like that. So when is your birthday? Just I always have commitments next weekend, these tits aren’t going to roast themselves!” She chuckled, reaching over to Megan and giving one of her firm, round teen breasts a playful squeeze!”

“Oh, not until next month.” Courtney assured her. “So,” she asked shyly, “do you think you might be up for it? I mean, only if you want to, but I think you’d be delicious and I’d love to have you!”

“I’m not against the idea,” Mollie confided, “not one little bit! Tell you want,” she smiled, “you leave me your contact details at the end of the party, and your parents’ email too, and when I get a chance on Monday I’ll price up… well, me, for you!” They all giggled. “I’ll send you a quote and if you want to go ahead, if your parents and your brother agree, then I’m sure we can come to an arrangement!”

“Thank you!” Courtney practically gushed, taking a long, lingering and unashamedly hungry look at Mollie’s chest, a look that the young redhead could not help noticing and feeling rather proud about.


To be continued...