Excitedly, she scampered over to take a closer look, her grapefruit-sized boobs bouncing very appetisingly as she did so. In the same way that asking if a meat-girl or boy was sure about their choice or why they had made it, Mollie considered it bad manners to ask any parent why they had decided to eat their child but looking at Megan, it was not difficult to guess! With a body like hers, the fact that she would end up roasting seemed almost inevitable, the only real surprise was that it had taken this long! Still, she supposed, they may have been waiting for an occasion that would do her justice, settling on their twentieth wedding anniversary as the perfect occasion.

“Megan, honey?” Mrs Castleford called out from inside the house. “The Braithwaites are here, be ready with the drinks!” The teen looked up from the spitting frame she had been examining and headed towards the open door of the kitchen. Mollie accompanied her to pour out a selection of drinks and load them onto her tray and by the time they came back out, a smartly-dressed couple with two sons of about ten and thirteen, both dressed in smart shirts with bow ties and looking like they were on their way to a wedding, were standing on the lawn.

Smiling confidently, carrying the tray in front of her, Megan approached them and offered them their welcome drink, accepting the adults’ compliments about her body in the spirit they were intended and trying not to giggle at how much the boys were blushing, resisting the urge to remind them where her eyes were. She was meat after all, her body was food that they would be enjoying later on and the whole point of her being naked was so that people could see what was on the menu so why shouldn’t they get a good eyeful? That didn’t make it any less amusing to her, of course!

As the second family arrived, with a daughter around Megan’s age this time, pretty enough and looking very nice in a rather slinky silver dress but far too slim to make a good roaster, Mollie left Lydia in charge of refreshing the drinks while she and Doug got the coals lit. As usual, the blue flames danced across the surface as the lighter fluid burned away but, as Mollie watched, the edges of the briquettes started to turn grey, showing her that they were catching as they should. Looking over at Megan, happily showing herself off while delivering drinks to another set of new-comers, she admired her confidence. Being naked at a pool party where everyone other than your parents and a couple of other token adults were also naked was one thing. Sure, everyone could see your body fully exposed but you could see theirs too and nobody was really singled out. Being the only one in your birthday suit when everyone else was fully dressed, and formally at that, was a different matter entirely!

In fact, in all the time she had worked at SB catering, that was the aspect of the process future meat had expressed more anxiety about that anything else! Not the idea of dying, not the idea of being cooked alive in what could technically be classified as a long, slow torture session, but the idea of having to be naked in front of either a bunch of strangers or, for better or for worse, a whole bunch of people they knew. Of course for others, the chance to show off their body or, in the case of younger meat, break the taboo of public nudity, was a big part of the appeal!

An hour later, the coals were ready and Mollie went to collect Megan, finding her talking to a brother and sister give or take her own age who were apparently her cousins.

“Do excuse me,” Mollie smiled, putting her hands on the appealingly short teen’s shoulders, her diminutive height giving her an air of cuteness and contrasting rather fascinatingly with her more mature figure, “but I need to take this little piggy now! She’s got an important job to do!”

“Ooh they’re starting!” she heard Mrs Castleford announce, “Fetch the camera, Frank!”

“Should we make some sort of announcement?” Megan asked as they crossed the lawn to the cooking area on the patio, “So everyone knows to come and watch?”

“I’m sure they’ll work it out quickly enough.” Mollie chuckled. “Pretty sure there’s families at the other end of the street now wondering what’s starting and who Frank might be!” Megan giggled. It was true that her mum’s voice could definitely carry, especially when she was angry, excited or worked up for any other reason. “Anyway, we didn’t get a chance to talk through the equipment earlier so I wanted to have a quick chat.” The well-oiled spit was stood upright in a rack. A solid one, this time, like the one Timothy had been cooked on rather one with holes for skewers as they has used for Emma and Jessica. “It’s basically the same set-up we used for Timothy, if you remember?” Megan nodded. “And we can use the T-bar and fix you the unisex was but you do have a major advantage that he didn’t!” The teen meat-girl looked curious. “You have two spit-holes!”

“So I do!” giggled Megan. “Almost like girls were designed for roasting, huh?”

“Certainly seems that way!” grinned Mollie. “And with a rump like yours,” she reached down and gently stroked Megan’s firm, round backside, “it would seem a shame to run a thick pole down the middle, spoiling the shape. It would be much better to use the stabilising pole that fits discretely onto the spit, then we cuff your hands in front rather than behind your back. Much better way to get a nice, even, golden-brown tan!”

“Sounds good to me!” Megan agreed with an excited grin.

“Then of course there’s these.” Mollie picked up a pair of long skewers with finger loops at one end and a viciously sharp tip at the other. Megan went a little pale.

“What are those for?” she gulped. “I thought you were using cuffs?”

“Yes, we are.” Mollie explained. “But these are for your chest. They will go through your boobs, pinning them together.”

“Do I really need that?” Megan asked nervously. “They’re nice and firm, look!” She bounced on the spot, making them jiggle up and down so appetisingly that it was as much as Mollie could do no to lick her lips.

“I see that.” she nodded. “And they’ll be even more so once I inject the Liquifirm so that they keep their shape during cooking but, well,” she thought for a second, “it’s honestly easier to show you.” With Emma, having her lay on her side had been a genuine test to see whether she would need the breast skewers or not but, as Lydia had observed at first sight, there was no doubt at all that Megan would need them so the point of the exercise was to prove that to her.


To be continued...