“Wait!” Jessica exclaimed as Mollie and Cole went to lift the roasting pan into the oven. “We should take a picture for Mum! Where’s my phone?”

“Good idea!” Mollie grinned. “It’s in my bag, on the counter there. You might want to clean your hands first?” she suggested, looking over towards the sink. Jessica quickly washed away the oil and dried her hands on a paper towel then delved around in Mollie’s bag for her phone. Finding it, she came back over and took various selfies with her oven-ready sister, Cole and Lydia carefully moving out of shot, then took pictures of Marcia from various angles. “Want me to do a couple of the two of you?” Mollie offered kindly, quickly washing her own hands. Jessica passed her phone then posed somewhat provocatively beside her sister, pouting and making a peace sign, then a nice one, the kind that could be given to a grandparent at Christmas, despite the fact that both girls were in their birthday suits and Marcia was about to be roasted! “Happy with those?” Mollie asked, passing the phone back and signalling to Cole. “Do we have your permission to get this piggy in the oven now?”

“You sure do!” Jessica grinned, unable to resist giving her sister a final slap on her rump which was undeniably raised very teasingly, as if begging to be spanked! Marcia giggled around the apple then the two caterers lifted her and took her over towards the oven. Lydia ran ahead and opened it by pulling down the glass front then, with Jessica watching in excited delight, they slid the roasting pan in and closed the door, sealing Marcia inside to cook.

“Well that’s one piggy roasting!” Mollie grinned. “Did you want to stay and watch?” she turned to Jessica with a cheeky sparkle in her eye. “Or would you prefer to go help Cole clean up Inspection Room three?”

“But we haven’t used an inspection room today?” Jessica asked, puzzled for a moment. “Didn’t it get cleaned last night?”

“Oh yes, it definitely did!” Lydia chimed in, grinning as she played along with Mollie. “I did it myself!”

“Well then there won’t be a lot of work to do once you’re in there, will there?” Mollie winked. “You’ll have to find some other way to pass the time!”

“Oooh!” Jessica grinned, the penny finally dropping. “Yeah, it’s very important to make sure it’s nice and clean! Come along, Cole!” She grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the corridor.

“Wait a second!” he half laughed, half exclaimed in panic. “Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” Unlike everyone else in the room, he had a normal amount of body hair, especially on his chest, legs and between his legs and it was clear that he was not anticipating becoming meat any time soon.

“Nobody else is here yet!” Mollie reminded him. “But here!” She grabbed his boxers from the pile and put them on his head like a comical crown. “Take these with you if you’re shy for later! See you in a couple of hours?” The pre-teen spit-roaster had clearly waited long enough and resumed dragging the man who had been assigned to officially deflower her before the spit did its work out of the room. “Have fun, you two!” Mollie waved and Lydia blew them kisses, both giggling.

“Well, she might be dinner,” Lydia laughed once the pair were out of the room, “but I’m pretty sure she’s going to have him for breakfast!” Together they laughed and chatted as they began to clear up from Marcia’s prep. By the time all the spare ingredients were put away and the excess stuffing rolled into balls that would be put in with her when she was half an hour from done, it was time to check on the piggy.

“How are we doing in here?” Mollie asked, opening the oven door and finding Marcia just as she had expected, still very much alive but very pink. “Have fun?” The little meat-girl nodded her head. “Awesome!” Mollie grinned. “Let’s get you basted, shall we?” She took a large turkey baster from the drawer and used it to suck up the oil and other meat-juices that had started to gather in the bottom of the pan then redistribute them over Marcia’s back and rump. “You’re starting to smell even more delicious!” Mollie assured her. “See you probably once more in about half an hour. Here,” She pressed a button on the top of the oven and popular music from a well-known radio station started to play. “I’ll put that on for you so you don’t get bored!”


To be continued...