“I feel stuffed!” Jessica declared, rolling onto her back and stroking her belly, watching the TV upside down as Sidney, sunning herself naked by the pool, received the news that the relevant legislation had been passed and she was finally going to get her wish.

“Me too!” Marcia sat up and looked down at her bulging tummy before turning to Mollie. “Are we getting stuffed tomorrow?” she asked with an intrigued expression on her face.

“You are a bit!” Mollie grinned. “The non-invasive kind like they do at Sidney’s.”

“What does non-invasive mean?” asked Marcia.

“Doesn’t it mean where things don’t actually go inside?” Jessica propped herself up on her elbows to join in the conversation. “How does that work exactly? How do you stuff someone without putting anything inside them?”

“You got me!” Mollie laughed, sitting up as well and leaning her back against the sofa. “It does go inside, we just use non-invasive to mean we don’t cut you open. Ever used a piping bag to make patterns or write on a cake? Or seen your mum use one?”

“Yeah!” Marcia nodded. “She uses it to make mashed potato swirls too!”

“Right!” Mollie grinned. “Basically we use a bigger one of those to stuff those two handy holes you have in you already!” She pushed her finger playfully between Macia’s plump lower lips and wiggled it about a little inside her tight little cunt before drawing it out and sucking the honey from it with an appreciative grin. “Mm delicious!” she declared. “But yeah, you’d be surprised how much you can fit up there!” Marcia giggled. “I’m afraid your holes will be otherwise occupied!” she explained to Jessica with a chuckle.

“Yeah! Jessie’s getting fucked with a massive steel dildo!” Marcia teased and her sister blushed a little but grinned. On the screen was a sort of sentimental montage as Sidney sat on the edge of her bed, looking at herself in the mirror as her team transformed her into the mascot character the public knew her as for the last time. Although a deliberate method was made at the time to keep Sidney’s real self separate from the public persona, there had been plenty in the decades since that had allowed to public to peek behind the curtain, not least the book by Martha St.Claire who had headed up Sidney’s campaign team and been head of marketing for the restaurant chain afterwards, right up until her retirement, called “A Taste of Sidney” which had included a lot more information about the girl behind the image.

Thinking of the photographs in the book, Mollie considered the casting of the movie. Sidney herself was pretty spot-on although it presumably wasn’t too difficult to find a generically cute little blonde girl. What was impressive, however, was how they had managed to capture her aging from eight to twelve despite the movie being filmed over only eighteen months. She supposed the casting director must have picked a girl who had to be on the very cusp of puberty, probably at least ten or a late-blooming eleven and filmed her scenes in chronological sequence. Makeup can do a lot to make someone look a year or so older or younger but developing bodies don’t lie! The other best casting, in Mollie’s opinion, was Laverne Webber, manager of the Roebuck International Hotel in Fort Worth who played something of a mentor role for Sidney alongside Martha in the story. She was sure she knew the actress playing her from something else so grabbed her phone to look her up and realised she was one of the leads of a drama series she had watched a year or so ago but, not only that, according to a Hollywood news article that popped up, she was actually the real Mrs Webber’s granddaughter which went a long way towards explaining the resemblance!

As for Martha, who in real life had been a very pleasant, efficient, intelligent and dynamic but rather plain and homely-looking woman and Sidney’s father, Orin Roebuck, they had both very much received the Hollywood treatment and were being portrayed by actors several orders of magnitude more attractive than their real-life counterparts.

The girls poured themselves some more drinks as the scene showed Sidney outside the LA hotel where she had been butchered, waving to the crowds who had gathered to show their support, the movie footage intercut for documentary purposes with real archive footage from the actual event then it cut to an interview with the butcher who had actually carried out the slaughter and subsequent butchering of Sidney’s carcass, a tall, bald man with an impressive moustache and a strong Brooklyn accent named Flava Marcello, talked about how he had felt as he made the preparations, waiting for Sidney and her entourage to arrive.

A thought occurred to Mollie for the first time as she listened to the man, apparently, according to the caption, talking ten years after the events depicted. Her job involved killing and cooking people pretty much every day. Not that she really thought about it as killing. It wasn’t like murdering someone or when someone falls out of a window or gets hit by a bus. What she did was more collaborative, assisting in their conversion from person to meat. Anyway, she had grown up in a world where that was normal, where people being on the menu, especially young girls, was a relatively common occurrence. A big deal for those involved, for sure, especially in the case of private parties like the one she would be running at the weekend for Megan’s parents, but not on a societal level. For this man, however, it was a lifetime and world first! Presumably he was an experienced butcher and had maybe practised on a cadaver or two but reducing a living little girl to cuts of meat while the world watched must have felt like a colossal pressure! She wondered how many butchers had been approached before the family or the team or whoever had been responsibly for organising things found one willing to put their name to it.

She remembered hearing the Sidney had personally interviewed the various chefs who would be preparing her meat, agreeing both the portions they would be allocated and the recipes they would use, but it had never really occurred to her before just how surreal this must have seemed at the time. In fact, it was hard for her to imagine a world where people generally and girls especially were not considered part of the food chain, just sitting greedily at the top!

To show just how accurately the final moments of Sidney’s life and her harvest were portrayed, the phone footage taken by a family member, presumably one of her brothers, played in the bottom right-hand corner as the movie reached its climax with Sidney pranking her guests by claiming she’d changed her mind before bursting into giggles then going for a final shower before Flava Marcello cut her throat with a large knife and continued to cut until her head was off.

“What did they butcher her?” Jessica asked, laying back with her head in Mollie’s lap as Marcia cuddled to the young woman’s side, a gesture of cosy familiarity rather than being in any way distressed by what was happening on the screen.

“Have you not been watching?” Mollie laughed, absent-mindedly playing with the pre-teen’s perky little tits like fidget-toys, something Jessica seemed to have no objection to. “It was kinda her thing!”

“Getting eaten, yeah!” Jennifer agreed. “But look at her body! Surely she was a natural spit-roaster? Or in the oven at the very least!”

“Well yeah, she would be now.” Mollie nodded, remembering that the Roebuck hotels had started selling girl-meat on their menu, calling the dishes Sidney Specials, almost immediately even if the first Sidney’s restaurant hadn’t opened for another two years and idly wondering how long it took for them to serve their first spit-roast and whether that had been a live cooking? Live cooking, especially in the public area by the carvery, had been a staple of Sidney’s restaurants since the beginning so the company must have started experimenting with it soon after the events depicted on screen. “But what you have to remember is she was the first girl to be legally eaten in the modern world and before her campaign it was the sort of thing that only happened in scary bedtime stories and horror movies. She and her team knew that they had to help people get used to the idea and a whole-cooked girl might have been a bit too much for the public at first. I guess they thought if she was cut up and used for lots of recognisable dishes, people would realise that girls were just another source of meat like pigs or cows and it would be easier to accept?”

The credits of the movie began to roll over footage of the journalists invited in to see the display of raw meat that had been Sidney, some of it recognisable as parts of a human but most of it just like any other meat that might be seen in the window of any butcher’s shop of the time. Since proper TV quality footage existed of this event, unlike the rather low-res phone recording of the butchering, this footage was displayed split-screen comparing what was filmed for the movie with the real archive footage before both faded to black.

“Well, now you know everything there is to know about Sidney!” Mollie chuckled, combining the left-over pizza down into one box and taking it out to the fridge. “Squash down the empty boxes for me would you, please?” she asked her young guests. “Just leave them by the door. We can take them down to the bins in the morning. So,” she came back into the living room, “we’ve still got the ice cream. Now I could just put another movie on and grab some spoons but I was thinking it might be more fun if we took it into the bathroom? Not super big or comfy but easier to clean up!” Giggling, the girls eagerly got to their feet and followed her. Jessica sat on the side of the bath while Marcia, on Mollie’s suggestion, lay on the floor. “Right,” the young woman grinned, “which flavour goes best with cutie? Let’s try the cookie dough!”

Using her fingers, Mollie scooped out a blob of the slightly softened ice cream and smeared it on the nine year old’s chest, feeling her already perky little nipples stiffen further in response to the cold, then she smeared another scoop over her warm belly and finally over her deliciously plump vulva. The little girl who lay with her arms folded behind her head gasped as the frozen treat was rubbed between her legs. It felt pretty good but nowhere near as good as what was about to happen!

“What are you waiting for?” she asked Jessica with a grin. “Tuck in!” The twelve year old knelt on the floor beside her sister and began to lick the ice cream from her chest while Mollie went straight for the prize, gently parting Marcia’s legs a little further then burying her face between them. Marcia squirmed, moaning with pleasure, as Mollie enjoyed the ice cream mixed with her sweet honey, probing deeply with her tongue to make sure none was missed.

Picking up the tub, Jessica smeared some on her own chest and guided her sister to sit up a little to lick up and Mollie worked her way up the nine year old’s belly then turned and licked at Jessica’s right breast.

“Lay down!” Marcia asked Mollie, taking charge of the pot. She did as she asked and the two rather sticky sisters smeared the ice cream over her boobs, belly and between her legs then, as Marcia began to lick Mollie’s smooth, cookie dough sweetened fillet, Jessica rubbed a liberal scoop across her own then knelt straddling the young woman’s face. When the first pot was gone, the chocolate brownie ice cream was opened and the trio enjoyed it from all parts of each other’s meaty bodies, sweet and savoury treats combined. Marcia especially seemed to enjoy letting it melt between Mollie’s big, firm boobs then burying her face between them to lick it up, her pose giving Jessica a great opportunity to enjoy it from between her peachy buttocks and fillet. By the time all the ice cream was gone, the three were laying, sticky, giggling and sweating, entangled on the linoleum floor, hearts beating fast, breathing heavily, and floating on a cloud of pleasure.

“Best… ice cream… ever!” Jessica managed to giggle as she lay with her head on Mollie’s chest.

“Uh huh!” Mollie agreed somewhat breathlessly. “But now we gotta get cleaned up, and well! You really don’t wanna be all itchy down there while you cook!”

Although not as tiny as that of some of her friends, the bathroom in Mollie’s flat did not have enough space for a bath and a separate shower so the three of them squeezed up together in the tub and pulled the curtain across. Although there was really only room for one of them under the actual water at a time, Mollie made sure the girls got properly clean then let them help was her more developed body that that they seemed to find so fascinating without any of them slipping over and hurting themselves as they shuffled and squeezed around each other. Pulling the curtain to which they had all got stuck at least twice back, Mollie was quite pleased to see that they had apparently managed to keep most of the ice cream on each other and there was not a lot of mess off the floor, nothing a quick rub with a damp towel couldn’t fix! Grabbing a couple of clean towels from the cupboard she gave them to the girls then used the one that was hanging on the radiator for herself before rubbing it across the floor with her foot.

“Okay!” she grinned, tossing the dirty towel into the bath and hanging the other two up in case they were needed again in the morning. “Time for the next movie! But do we want to watch in the living room or bedroom?”

“Bedroom!” came the instant and unanimous reply from the girls. Mollie grinned and told them to go grab the sodas to bring through then she went to the kitchen to microwave some fresh popcorn. Soon they were all laying on their tummies on Mollie’s normal double bed which was a fairly snug fit for the three of them although nobody was complaining, leaning on pillows as they watched one of the sillier old horror movies Mollie had mentioned where cannibalism was portrayed as something only engaged in by inbred hillbilly families, leading onto another conversation Mollie had not really anticipated about how sex used to be something really private and restricted and certainly not something families were expected to engage in amongst themselves. Although the world in which the story took place was comically alien and the scenes of supposed cannibalism were, as the girls put it, “way too messy”, meaning the meat would definitely not be as enjoyable as it could be, the story was entertaining enough and easy to follow, at least for the first hour.

Seeing that the girls were starting to get sleepy, Mollie gathered up the snacks and drinks and made space for them on top of the chest of drawers. Taking them out to the kitchen would have felt too final, like she was taking them away for the night, but equally she didn’t relish the thought of having to clean sticky pieces of popcorn up off the carpet or, worse still, find them spread across the duvet. After putting the TV on sleep timer so it would turn itself off eventually, she encouraged the girls into bed and slipped in between them. Marcia instinctively snuggled to her and Jessica turned the other way but with her rump pressed into her side, clearly wanting that feeling of connection.

Laying awake for just a little while longer as the girls drifted off, she ran over plans for the morning in her head. Lydia and Cole would be there early to prepare the other food to be served with Marcia and to help with the prep then accompany her to the party with Jessica already spitted and ready to go over the coals when they arrived. Turning to look at the sleeping pre-teen, she wondered whether she might need to ask Cole to take on some unofficial additional duties to help her prepare for the spit. After all, there would be a fair amount of waiting around for the older girl while her sister was not only prepped and roasted but cooled too. In fact, if they had not been sisters and both staying with her that night, she would not have asked the spit-roaster to arrive until several hours after the oven piggy. Still, one way or another she was sure they could keep Jessica entertained until her moment arrived.

As she lay there, her thoughts drifted to the flat itself. She had already processed the fact that she wasn’t going to need any more rent money but what about all her stuff? It wasn’t really fair to leave everything to her mum to sort out but equally there was some personal stuff that should go back to her rather than ending up in some house-clearance warehouse or charity shop. She supposed there was plenty of time to start packing stuff up and donating some things like most of her winter clothes. Perhaps she would invite her friends and colleagues over to help themselves to anything they fancied, once she had done a bit of cleaning up of course! Still, these were concerns for another day. Closing her eyes, she pulled Marcia a little closer like a warm, furless teddy-bear and felt the comforting warmth of Jessica against her back. In five hours time the alarm would go off and the business of the day would begin but for now it was time to sleep!

As if by instinct, Mollie woke up a little before the alarm and pondered how to get out of the bed without waking the sleeping girls just yet, opting eventually to wriggle down under the duvet and slide out the foot of the bed, something she achieved with only minimal giggling, feeling grateful her head passed between the two cute, meaty rumps that she had not served beans or anything too spicy last night! Once out of the bed, she went to the bathroom and took the bottle of purgative from the medicine cabinet then went to the kitchen and mixed the required doses into glasses of lemonade that she added a splash of orange juice to as well in an attempt to mask the taste then took one of the glasses into the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

“Good morning, little piggies!” she smiled, stroking the side of Marcia’s face then leaning down to wake her up with a kiss. The little girl blinked a few times, looking slightly confused by her surroundings then smiled and sat up. The movement woke Jessica and she sat up too, duvet across her lap but cute and incredibly appetising little tits on full display. “Hope you slept well?” Mollie asked gently then passed the glass to Marcia. “Here, drink this all down. I know it tastes kinda nasty but try your best for me.” Looking a little nervous, Marcia took the glass and took an experimental sip, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste. “That’s why it’s best to just gulp it down.” Mollie explained apologetically.

“Is there one for me too?” Jessica asked, looking around for a second glass.

“Yes,” Mollie nodded as Marcia swallowed of the contents of her glass in three large gulps, “in the kitchen. Trust me,” she chuckled as she took the empty glass from the younger girl, “you want to take this in turns. You really do not want to be fighting over the toilet when this hits! You remember where the bathroom is, honey?” Marcia nodded. “Good girl.” She leaned down and kissed the nine year old on her forehead. “Hope you both had fun last night?” Both sisters nodded enthusiastically. “Ready for some more fun today!”

“Hell yeah!” Jessica grinned.

“Yeah! I’m...oh!” Marcia frowned and clutched her tummy.

“Don’t worry,” Mollie stroked her hair soothingly, “that’s quite normal. I know it’s uncomfortable but it will pass quickly. Just go and sit on the toilet for me now, okay? We don’t want any accidents in the bed!” Marcia giggled despite the cramping and scurried off to the bathroom. Mollie could not help licking her lips a little as she watched the nine year old’s meaty rump leaving the bedroom.

“Gonna roast up really nice, huh?” Jessica grinned, apparently having been enjoying the same view.

“For sure!” Mollie grinned, turning to the older girl. “Just like these!” She made a grab for and playfully squeezed Jessica’s firm little tits then, impulsively, kissed her full on the mouth. The twelve year old was startled at first but then relaxed into it, pressing her body against Mollie’s and kicking the duvet out from between them, Mollie stroked Jessica’s hair with one hand then ran her other down to cup her delicious rump. They both moved as one to lay down on the bed, tongues entwined, as Mollie put her thigh between the young girl’s legs so that she could rub against it. The kiss broke and Mollie pushed Jessica’s head down to her chest where she began to suck and lightly bite her big, pink, perky nipples once more and put her long, elegant fingers to good use between Mollie’s legs.

“I’m done!” Marcia announced, coming back into the room and kneeling on the end of the bed. Mollie looked up and saw her oven piggy looking a little green around the gills but with a look of relief on her face. “That was…” she paused, looking for the right words, “something I’m glad I only have to do once!”

“Yeah, it’s quite something, huh?” Mollie chuckled sympathetically. “The reason I had some here was I thought I’d better try it myself if I was asking my volunteers to use it, just so I could tell them what to expect. It’s… yeah,” she chuckled, “an experience!”

“So I guess it’s my turn now?” Jessica asked, a little nervously.

“Yup! Yours is on the counter in the kitchen.” Mollie smiled. “Do you mind helping me clean up from last night?” she asked Marcia as Jessica made her way to the kitchen with far more trepidation than she would likely show when facing her actual death later that morning. “Then I should probably get dressed! I guess you two are happy to travel as you are?”

“Yes!” Jessica shouted emphatically from the kitchen and Marcia giggled.

“Of course!” she grinned. “We’re piggies, aren’t we?” She pressed her nose up with the tip of her finger.

“You’re the cutest little piglet I ever did see!” Mollie chuckled, kissing her on top of her head.

“Oink! Oink!” Marcia replied enthusiastically.

“Here we go!” Jessica emerged from the kitchen looking nervous and rubbing her taught belly with one hand and the back of her neck with the other. “Wish me luck!”

“It’s quick, I promise!” Marcia assured her. “Just make sure you hold onto the seat or you might take off and bang your head on the ceiling!”

“Ignore her!” Mollie shook her head in mock disapproval at the cheeky little meat-girl. “It will be fine. Just sit down and relax and let it do its thing!” Jessica went into the bathroom and closed the door behind it but did not lock it. Marcia helped Mollie gather up the drinks and snacks from the bedroom and take them through to the kitchen, putting as much as would fit in the fridge, then they both checked the living room for anything that had been missed the night before.

“Do you think the pizza guy has recovered yet?” Marcia asked with a grin as they carried some small pieces of garbage to the kitchen.

“Probably a good thing he was young or he might have had a heart attack!” Mollie giggled.

“But you cook and serve naked people all the time, right?” Marcia asked, clearly trying to follow the logic in her nine year old mind. “Does everyone at the party always get all flustered like that?”

“Well no,” Mollie admitted, pouring her little friend a glass of orange juice and another for her sister, knowing she would likely want it to take the taste of the purgative away, and grabbing a cereal bar for herself for breakfast, wanting to eat something before work but not wanting to eat anything too lavish in front of the girls, “but then when you go to a party where Girl or Boy is being served, you expect to see that and we caught him off guard. Of course, people do stare a lot and take pictures at parties. It’s so funny when they try to sneak when when most piggies I’ve met are more than happy to pose!”

Once Jessica came back from using the facilities, her expression only slightly haunted, as if she had lived through an apocalypse but only a short one, Mollie got the girls settled in front of the TV with their glasses of juice, warning them to sip them slowly, then went for a quick shower, the freshen-up kind rather than the relaxing kind, put on light, professional-looking makeup then got dressed in her black uniform.

“Okay piggies,” she returned to the living room, now the only one dressed which made the sisters’ status as food even more apparent, “ready to go?” Both girls bounced to their feet in an instant, grabbing the towels that Mollie had borrowed from work but making no effort what so ever to cover themselves with them which came as no surprise to Mollie. Since she was the only one not carrying a towel, Mollie picked up the pizza boxes to take down with them and drop into the large communal bin just outside the lobby.


To be continued...