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Since you asked so nicely ;)

Grabbing a large cushion to prop herself up on, Mollie lay on her front in front of the TV and flicked it on with the remote, opening the app of one of the bigger streaming sites.

“What are you in the mood for?” she asked. Marcia and Jessica both plopped down onto the soft carpet either side of her. “Funny? Scary? Sexy? Something to sing along to?”

“Mum doesn’t let us watch anything over a twelve rating.” Marcia admitted, looking a bit uncertain. “And then only if it’s one she’s seen first so she can be sure it’s not inappropriate.” Jessica rolled her eyes and was clearly about to insult her sister but Mollie deflected quickly.

“Well I don’t see your mum here, do you?” She lifted herself up on one side, proving as she did so that she would instantly fail the skewer test. “I won’t tell if you don’t!” She winked and Marcia giggled. The girls had both called their mum in the car on the way to the flat and promised to check in with her again before going to sleep then one final time in the morning from the kitchen before their prep was started. Mollie had asked Jessica to put her on speaker-phone while driving and asked if their mum wasn’t footage of their prep and cooking.

“Oh no, I don’t think so.” She had answered, almost apologetically. “I know it’s their wish and I’m happy for them but I don’t think I want to actually see it happening.”

“No problem!” Mollie had assured her. “Some do, some don’t! I’ll get a couple of photos of them before we start so you can see how delicious they look!” This had apparently been more than satisfactory and their mum had warned them to behave for Mollie and wished them a nice evening then ended the call.

“What about that new movie about Sidney?” Jessica suggested excitedly. “We saw it at the cinema but it would be cool to watch it again tonight!”

“Oh yeah!” Marcia agreed excitedly. “And the uncut version is on streaming, right? So you can actually see her getting butchered?” Mollie was familiar with the scene in question which very faithfully recreated the footage of the real Sidney’s harvest which had been captured on a family member’s phone but not released to the public until over sixty years later when the official explanation of her ultimate fate had been challenged by an imposter claiming to be Sidney and that another girl had been killed in her place against her will. Even if the imposter’s DNA samples hadn’t settled the question, the uncovered footage would have put any doubts to rest.

It had been a big deal for the publicity during the movie’s production that the young actress cast as Sidney was going to follow in her footsteps all the way and be butchered in front of the cameras but the Film Classification Boards in most countries had deemed the footage too graphic and it had ultimately been cut from the film, with the theatrical cut ending as the last new footage of Sidney had with the door closing on the preparation room then the credits rolling over footage of dishes made from the actress’s meat laid out on a table, just as Sidney’s had been shown.

For streaming, however, the film had been re-classified as a documentary rather than a biographical drama and the movie scenes had been inter-cut with archive footage of Sidney on the news or on talk-shows and talking-head interviews mostly taken from earlier documentaries filmed when people who knew Sidney were still alive but also with some modern historians, biographers and industry professionals. Crucially, this re-classification had meant that the slaughter footage could be included for educational purposes and, as a documentary, the movie was now exempt from classification. The streaming service actually carried both cuts of the movie but it was clear which one the girls wanted to watch!

“We should probably order the pizza before we start watching.” Mollie suggested. “Otherwise we’ll get caught up in the movie and we’ll forget! I think I have some microwave popcorn in the kitchen but we’ll need to order the rest.” She opened the app on her phone. “What do you fancy?”

“Are we allowed to eat tonight?” Jessica asked a little anxiously. “Before… you know!”

“I’d stick to juice in the morning.” Mollie shrugged. “But the thing about not eating the night before is actually a bit of a myth. I’ll be giving you a purgative before we go in the morning and that actually works better if you had a good meal the night before. Gives it more to work with.”

“What’s a purgative?” asked Marcia.

“It makes you shit your guts out!” Jessica giggled then made a face, proud as always to be able to show off that she knew something her sister didn’t. “How come Emma didn’t have to take that?” she asked curiously as the question struck her.

“Oh don’t worry,” Mollie chuckled, “she did! It’s over the counter stuff so I just told Captain Cath what she needed to get and she gave it to her first thing this morning. But seriously, don’t worry.” She smiled. “It’s not that bad. People think it’s going to feel like when you have stomach flu but it really doesn’t. It’s pretty quick and most people tell me they actually like the feeling of emptiness afterwards.

“If you say so.” Marcia narrowed her eyes a little.

“Seriously.” Mollie assured her. “You drink it, that’s the worst bit as it tastes pretty bitter, then a few minutes later you get a bit of a cramp then, like, three minutes after that it’s all over. So,” she chuckled, “before we start putting each other off our dinner, what are we ordering? Go wild! It’s not like I have to worry about rent for next month or my car breaking down!”

Giggling, the girls huddled in close and looked at the menu on Mollie’s phone. Finding an offer for four large pizzas, four sides and two large bottles of drink, Mollie suggested they go for that with each of them ordering their personal favourite pizza which handily were all ones the others enjoyed too then for the fourth, one that they could all share, although all four would likely end up being shared anyway. For their sides they chose garlic bread with cheese, chicken strips and potato wedges, both with dips of course, and a tub of cookie-dough ice cream to go with the tub of chocolate brownie ice cream Mollie remembered she still had in the freezer from last time. For drinks they ordered one cola and one lemonade. With the order placed, they snuggled together of the floor, the girls pulling down smaller cushions off the to lean on, and settled down to start the movie. During an early scene where Sidney checked herself out in the mirror and imagined dotted lines over her body which appeared through the magic of cinema, marking out the different meat cuts, Marcia began to look Mollie over curiously.

“You have a really nice rump.” She informed her, stroking it gently, almost lovingly. Although she had not asked first, Mollie made no move to stop her. She was meat just as much as the two girls, even if her big day wasn’t for a few weeks yet. Besides, the nine year old’s caress felt nice and her words were clearly meant as a compliment. “So yummy!” she ran her warm little hand further down the young woman’s thick thigh then back up over her rump. Seeing her, Jessica did the same from the other side as if they were both petting an animal on the farm. “How come you didn’t want to get eaten sooner?” Marcia asked, sounding genuinely curious. After all, Mollie was more than twice her age, almost twice her big sister’s, and was clearly not against the idea of being eaten as she had agreed to be the lucky girl’s party roast so how come it had taken this long?

“Yeah!” Jessica agreed. “You look so delicious! How did you get to twenty three?” She remembered hearing somewhere that more girls were eaten young, around her and her sister’s age, not only because that was when they were at their tastiest but for practical reasons too. The older a girl or young woman got, the more likely it was that she would have responsibilities and a career she had worked for, maybe qualifications too. It made more sense, Jessica thought, to get eaten in your teens than have to waste three or four years at university then getting into a job and signing rental agreements and phone contracts and all that sort of thing if you were just going to get eaten anyway. It seemed not only like a waste of time but messier too.

“Well, believe it or not,” Mollie looked over her shoulder to smile at Jessica then the other way at Marcia, “nobody would really have wanted to eat me at your age.” She paused the movie and sat up, turning around so she could speak to them both. “I was a scrawny little kid.” She half chuckled, half sighed. “Not a lot of meat on me! Not like you two with your luscious rumps and hams to die for!” The sisters giggled. “And believe it or not, not much in the way of tits for a good couple of years after you.” She lifted her own big, heavy but firm boobs then playfully reached out and squeezed one of Jessica’s cute but nicely formed little titties, making her giggle as if she had been tickled. “Sure, I could have gone in a soup to add some extra flavour,” she chuckled, “but wouldn’t have made a very hearty stew on my own! Closest I ever got to cooking was playing Pot Luck on camp! I’ve got some photos around here somewhere…” She looked around. “Guess they’re in the bedroom. Give me a sec!” She stood and checked a few of her bookshelves before leaving the room for a moment.

“See?” She returned with an open photo album showing a picture of her on the beach wearing just the bottom half of a bikini, her nipples no more than tiny pink circles on her boyish chest, at around ten years old, still pretty with an appealing, cheeky grin but thin to the point of looking ill with ribs and hip-bones sticking out and shockingly pale aside from the pink sunburn on her shoulders. Nobody would have looked at me and wanted me for their barbecue until, well, until I was fifteen or sixteen I guess. That’s when I really started filling out.” She flicked through the album until she found another bikini shot, this time with an exotic-looking drink in her hand and definitely making the bikini top earn its keep, even if she had not yet quite reached her current size. She was definitely curvier too, her figure more full while still being what most people would describe as slim. She looked, the sisters though, like a perfectly acceptable spit-roaster.

“But that’s still a pretty normal age to cook.” Jessica reminded her. “How come you didn’t then?” Mollie didn’t answer for a moment, instead she flicked nostalgically through the photo album that seemed to be a record of family holidays and Christmases from the age of around five up to her late teens.

“I guess it’s hard to understand when you grow up delicious,” Mollie smiled at the sisters, stroking Marcia’s hair then tickling her belly before honking Jessica’s cute little breast again, “like those girls who have never not been pretty. But if you suddenly get pretty or start having a roastable body after years of not, it can take a while for you to realise how much things have changed. By the time I realised I was actually premium meat, I was getting to the age where I thought friends or family might want me for their wedding, or my parents might want to serve me for their landmark birthdays or wedding anniversary and it just kinda never happened. I always figured it would happen when the time was right and when Alicia asked me on Saturday, something just sort of clicked and I thought fuck it, why not?” She grinned at the girls who both giggled at her blunt wording.

“Well I’m kinda glad you waited.” Marcia smiled sweetly, resting her head on her chest like a pillow. “Since it means we got to meet you and I can’t imagine anyone else cooking us as well as you’re going to!”

“Oh you’re too sweet!” Mollie put an arm around her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Well from my side, it’s always a massive privilege to be able to cook such delicious young piggies as you two!” They both snuggled a little closer to her.

“Can…” Jessica asked tentatively. “Can I suck your boob? I promise I’ll be gentle!”

“Sure!” Mollie smiled. “As long as I get to suck yours after?”

“Deal!” the twelve year old giggled before putting her lips around Mollie’s right nipple. The young woman ran her hand down the girl’s back until it was cupping her rump and gasped softly at the sensation of pleasure as Jessica suckled. With her left hand, she encouraged Marcia to turn so that she was resting the back of her head on her other boob when gently stroked and caressed the nine year old’s chest before running her hand down over her belly to between her legs where she began to stroke then slip her fingers inside her tight young fillet. This was not like earlier when she had done the inspection. There was no glove this time for a start, just skin to skin contact, and her actions were not quick and businesslike. This was different, slower, loving. Marcia’s breath quickened as Mollie’s rather expert fingers worked. Her own pulse quickening, Mollie grabbed Jessica’s hand more roughly than she meant to and put it between her own legs. Fortunately, the twelve year old knew exactly what to do without being asked and used her own other hand to pleasure herself as she continued to suck and ever so lightly bite on her beautiful new friend’s hard, pink nipple.

The paused movie all but forgotten, their session of mutual pleasure was only interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“What the…?” Mollie opened her eyes and looked around a little confused for a moment. “Oh!” She exclaimed with a chuckle, slipping her fingers out of Marcia and licking the honey from them instinctually. “The pizza!” The girls eased away, allowing her to stand. “I guess I should grab my robe or a…”

“No,” Jessica giggled. “Answer the door like that! Give him a treat!”

“Yeah!” Marcia agreed. “He’s probably dreamt about something like that happening ever since he got the job!” The bell rang again, a little more insistently this time.

“Women deliver pizzas to, you know!” Mollie reminded me with a raised eyebrow. “What if it’s a lady out there?”

“So?” Jennifer grinned. “Who doesn’t love boobs?”

“Good point!” Mollie chuckled. “Just a second!” she called as the doorbell rang a third time. A moment later she unlatched the door and pulled it open.

“Pizza for… oh!” The young man in the high-vis jacket with the keep-warm bag in one hand and his motorbike helmet under the other, who looked nineteen or twenty at most, was stuck dumb and he eyes drifted down Mollie’s gorgeous young body, hovering for a moment or two between her legs where the clear honey was still smeared down her inner thigh then back up as far as her breasts where they seemed to get stuck. “I… um… have your pizza?” he ventured, without managing to resume eye-contact. For a moment, Mollie thought about scolding him and reminding him where her eyes were but decided quickly it would be more entertaining to play it off as if everything was totally normal.

“Oh thank goodness!” She grinned, leaning one hand against the door frame. “We sure are happy to see you! We were starving! Hey, girls!” She called back into the room. “Come thank this nice man for bringing our food and help me carry it into the living room!” The two naked, grinning girls appeared by her side and the now speechless young man opened the bag and slid the hot boxes out. Mollie carefully took one and passed it to Marcia, then two for Jessica and finally she took the last one with the warm sides piled on top.

“Oh and…” The man held out a plastic bag with the drinks and ice cream in.

“What do we say, girls?” Mollie asked sweetly.

“Thank you!” the sisters chorused politely.

“Um… you’re welcome!” The man managed a slightly smile, his eyes following the girls’ shapely rumps and they walked off with their food. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks, honey!” Mollie batted her eyelashes at him. “I’m sure we will!” Instead of closing the door directly, she turned around and walked a few steps with her hips swaying a little more than absolutely necessary before pushing the door closed behind her. As soon as she heard it click, she dropped to her knees close to the girls who were laying out the food on the floor, the three of them trying desperately to hold in their laughter, all of them red in the face with their lips pressed tightly together. Jessica was the first who could not hold it in any longer and burst into giggles, which set the other two off.

“I hope the poor guy was back in the lift and didn’t hear us!” Mollie gasped as she tried to get her breath back.

“Are you kidding?” Marcia giggled. “He’s probably still door behind the door! I think we broke him!”

“Maybe I should go check?” Mollie suggested, standing up and scampering back over to the door before opening it a crack and peeping outside. “Nope, he’s gone!” She laughed, opening the door wider to show the girls before closing it properly, this time locking it for the night. “At least we gave him a great story to tell his mates! Too bad I’d already paid online or he might have given us a discount!” The trio all giggled some more, Mollie feeling like the third sister rather than the supposedly responsible adult of the group, and turned the movie back on as they tucked into their fresh, delicious pizza!


To be continued...