While the two nominated assistants worked on getting the spit-piggy oiled up, Mollie opened a drawer and took out a large syringe sealed in a sterile sleeve that was white paper on some side and clear plastic on the other.

“The other thing about boobs,” Mollie, still topless herself, grinned, cupping one of her own for illustration, “is that the bigger they are, the higher their fat content. Now, nice perky little ones like I can see looking at most of you,” she cast her eyes over the naked tour group, “hold their shape perfectly well when they cook and are full of flavour, but the bigger ones like these,” she gave the one in her hand a playful jiggle, “while fun to look at, can be a little bland and, not to put too finer point on it, can kinda deflate with certain cooking methods as the fat melts. That’s why, with larger ones, especially for a slow cooking method like spit-roasting, we like to use Liquifirm. Now,” she smiled apologetically, “don’t ask me the exact science of it, but it bonds with the breast tissue, giving it the same consistency as lean meat, and also helps to enhance the natural flavour. It’s the same formula we use on boys to keep them standing to attention once their blood stops flowing,” the listening girls all giggled, many currently fondling their own chests curiously, only somewhat aware of what they were doing, “but since boys are silly and too many of them were uncomfortable with being injected with girly boob-juice, they market it as Permahard for them. Much more manly, huh?” The girls giggled again.

“Now, with Emma here,” Mollie moved over to her demonstration-piggy and gave one of her oily young breasts an experimental squeeze, “it’s a bit of a fifty-fifty choice. Her breasts are nicely formed but not too big and would probably cook up just fine as they are but they could be made even better with some Liquifirm. With ones that aren’t fully grown yet,” she explained, “it can make them swell up a little too. So, I’ll make it your decision.” She smiled at Emma. “Do you want to roast ea naturel or let us give nature a little helping hand?” The young teen thought for a moment.

“I’ll take the helping hand, please!” she grinned after only the briefest reflection. “I want my friends to have the best meal possible!”

“That’s the spirit!” Mollie declared approvingly, tearing open the packet. It was obvious that the watching girls were pleased too, excited to see a demonstration of Liquifirm in action. “Now, for me I’d probably need a whole dose per boob,” Mollie chuckled as she pulled the safety cap off the end of the needle, “but I think one between two should be perfect for you, okay?”

“You’re the expert!” Emma smiled as Mollie tapped the side of the syringe to check for air bubbles.

“To make sure it gets applied evenly,” the caterer explained both to Emma and to the rest of the group in general, “we need to spread it out a little. Handily, you’ll see along the side here,” she held the large syringe out for them to see, “the contents is divided into six doses so I don’t have to rely on my judgement. Okay,” she focussed on Emma for the moment. “I’m going to to top, bottom then nipple, okay? The last one is probably going to hurt more than the others but it gives the best results. Do you want something to squeeze or bite down on?”

“No I’ll be fine.” Emma promised her, standing up straight with her shoulders back and chest pushed forward. “Just do what you need to do! I’m meat, after all, and want to be as delicious as I possibly can be!” Mollie grinned, unable to help liking the girl very much, as she often did with the meat-girls and boys she had a chance to bond with.

“Come in a bit closer.” She told the rest of the group now that Paige and Chloe had stepped back a little, their work complete. “Just not too close. Make sure you can all see without getting in the way.” The assorted naked girls all shuffled around, forming themselves into a semi-circle where everyone had a clear view of Emma’s chest and what Mollie was doing to it, the adults standing just behind them and watching over their heads.

Starting with the left breast, Mollie pushed the needle in the top at an angle just like she had demonstrated with the skewers. Emma gave a quick, sharp intake of breath as she felt the scratch of the needle going in but kept smiling as Mollie depressed the plunger down to the first marker, injecting the pale, straw-coloured liquid.

“Feel anything yet?” she asked as she carefully drew the needle out and wiped it off.

“It feels warm.” Emma observed. “And a little tingly.”

“Good!” Mollie nodded. “That means it’s working.” She then inserted the needle again, on the underside of the breast this time, pointing more or less straight upwards. Knowing what to expect this time, Emma did not react beyond a very slight widening of her eyes as the second dose was administered. “Great stuff!” Mollie smiled, pulling the needle out again. “You’re doing really well so far. Now for the last one.” Fortunately, Emma’s nipples were big and perky, the middle where one day she might have lactated from easy to locate. She gasped audibly this time as the needle was pushed in and her smile dropped for a moment but she did not cry out or complain. Mollie pushed the plunger to the middle marker then drew it out again and carefully wiped away the tiny droplet that seeped back out.

“You took that like a champ!” She congratulated the young girl. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Emma giggled. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to leave it a minute before doing the other so that we can see the difference. Don’t worry,” she assured her with a grin, “you’ll end up nice and even when we’re done. I just think it will be interesting for your friends.” Emma nodded and stood waiting as the warmth and tingling spread throughout her left breast. She could feel it swelling, the skin tightening, like a sausage threatening to burst open in the frying pan. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable, certainly nothing compared to how she imagined the spit would feel as it was forced through her lovely young body!

The tingling subsided but the heat from inside intensified and, looking down, Emma was a little surprised not to see the skin of her breast turning pink as she had felt sure it must. Her breathing quickened as the heat became more intense, more painful, but just as she was feeling like it was getting too much to bare, it began to ease off and she relaxed once more. Within a minute, the feeling of tightness and swelling remained but none of the other discomfort.

“Okay,” Mollie spoke to the girls, “now look carefully. Do you see how this one is now a little bigger and rounder than the others?” The girls nodded. “Good. Now, if you promise to be gentle, I’m sure Emma won’t mind if you come up one at a time and feel them both to compare. A little squeeze is fine,” she smiled, “but not too hard. It should have all bonded by now but can take a minute or two to settle and we don’t want to squeeze any back out!” All the girls, including Emma herself, giggled and her friends formed themselves into a line so they could take their turn in comparing her boobs, the left now enhanced by Liquifirm and the right still in its natural state.

One by one, they filed past, smiling at Emma before handling her goods like supermarket produce. The meat-girl didn’t mind. She was their food after all! The difference was quite noticeable. The left breast was noticeably harder. Not just the firmness of youth but a solid feeling with very little give. It was also slightly bigger and rounder, perhaps the shape it would have reached on its own in another year or so, and warmer to the touch than the other as if already cooking from the inside. When everyone, including Jessica and Marcia, had taken their opportunity to feel and Emma herself had compared the two with interest, Mollie repeated the process with the right breast, finally emptying the syringe into Emma’s nipple and dropping it into the sharps recycling bin. Another few, thankfully short minutes of discomfort later and Emma was back to having a symmetrical rack and ready for the next stage of preparation!


To be continued...