“We’ll start with the Liquifirm.” Mollie informed the meat-girl who, as usual at this stage, she considered more of an assistant or collaborator than a simple ingredient. “I think you’re going to need two whole syringes a piece!” Megan giggled, making the attributes in question jiggle. Lydia brought over the four pre-loaded syringes in their sealed packets. “We’ll try to use discrete entry points.” Mollie assured her, tearing open the first one with her teeth and taking it one then holding it on one hand as she took a firm but gentle hold of the teen’s right breast. Pulling it slightly out to the side, she pressed the tip of the needle against the inside, toward the top and about an inch from where it joint her chest. “You’ll feel a bit of a pinch or scratch,” she explained a moment before pushing it in then depressed the plunger about half the way. Gently easing out the needle, she wiped it off with the inside of the packet then lifted the breast and stuck the needle in again on the underside then emptied the rest of the straw-coloured liquid. Megan felt a warmth begin to spread through the creamily-textured meat. “With this one we’ll go for the bullseye!” Mollie grinned, ripping open a second packet and pushing this needle in through the centre of Megan’s perky pink nipple. This one hurt more than the others and she couldn’t help gasping but she did not cry or moan as Mollie emptied the entire syringe into her.

The spreading warmth turned to intense heat, like that muscle cream she used after sports sometimes, and for a moment Megan wondered whether the substance she had been injected with was actually cooking her breast from the inside but then the heat gave way to pins and needles and she felt a swelling sensation. Looking down, she realised her chest was now distinctly asymmetrical, with her right breast now almost five percent bigger than her left with the skin tight as if it had been inflated like a balloon.

“The tingling will fade in a minute.” Mollie assured her, readying herself to give the left breast the same treatment. “But I’m afraid it will feel kinda tight and swollen.”

“As long as it doesn’t pop when you put the skewer through it!” Megan laughed gamely.

“Oh no!” Mollie assured her with a grin. “Despite how it feels, it’s not actually inflated, just more… I guess pumped? Like a muscle when you’ve just been lifting weights in the gym?”

“I’ll have to take your work for that!” giggled Megan who was sporty and athletic but had never been tempted by anything close to weight-training. Still, the conversation was a nice distraction as more of the chemical was injected into her left breast which at least resulted in them looking the same again.

“Try not to squeeze it.” Mollie warned her, knowing that the resulting soreness from the process would instinctively make Megan want to massage her breast. “Not until it’s fully bonded, okay? Don’t want it squirting back out your nipple!”

“Can I go show my cousin?” she asked, looking down at her chest which, to her eyes, now looked like that of a movie star.

“Sure! As long as you’re quick.” Mollie smiled then added with a wink. “And as long as they know same rules apply!” Excitedly, Megan did a quick tour of the girls in her family, showing off her newly-enhanced chest as if her bust had not already been the envy of most of them for the past couple of years! By the time she returned, Doug was standing ready with the spit and Mollie guided her into position on the spitting bench and strapped her securely in.

With everyone watching, her dad filming proudly for posterity and several others filming or taking photographs in order to relive the moment later in private, the spit was pushed all the way through Megan’s delicious young body with only a few gasps, a little squirming and a single yelp which was really more of a squeak as it pierced her uterus. The entire process took less than forty seconds and within one minute of being strapped down, the anal stabiliser was in place and Megan’s wrists and ankles were cuffed to the pole, the cuffs themselves held in place with small thumb-screws and Megan’s knees left just bent enough to allow her to hump the spit as she roasted.

With Doug’s help, Mollie lifted Megan off the bench and onto the carving mount. Setting her face-down at first, her heavy breasts hung below, swaying gently and reinforcing what she had explained to the meat-girl. Carefully, Mollie rotated the spit so that the front of Megan’s delicious young body was facing upwards. With her breasts now leaning outwards to either side, Mollie was able to smear a thick layer of butter between them, using her hand, then she took a sheet of tin-foil and folded it carefully before placing it in a V between the breasts which would close up when they were pushed together.

“Will you do the honours?” She asked Lydia who happily stepped forward and pushed the teen meat-girl’s boobs in from either side so that they were pressed together. Mollie then took the first skewer and positioned it at an angle at the top corner of the left breast and pushed hard, piercing the skin and forcing it into the firm but creamy meat. To Megan’s relief, her engorged tit did not burst like a water balloon but it was still far from a pleasant experience. With the exception of the beginning and end of its journey, the spit had mostly been passing through available space as it impaled her body, pushing organs and other viscera aside as it travelled, but there was no convenient path through her breast and the skewer had to forcibly tunnel its way through solid tissue the whole time. Eventually, however, it emerged out the bottom of her right breast, having passed effortlessly through the foil in the middle which she correctly assumed was, along with the butter, there to keep them from sticking together. A small cork was used to cap the sharp end and the Mollie walked around to the other side of her to insert the other skewer. Whether because she knew better what to expect this time, because she was getting used to the pain or simply because her brain was doing its job and making her high with serotonin to distract her from the pain of what it perceived as a serious physical attack, this one felt a lot easier and far less uncomfortable. When she was rolled back onto her front, she could still feel the downwards tug but it was clear that her boobs would now be staying together in place on the chest rather than flopping around independently as she turned. As a final touch, Megan’s pretty blonde hair was gathered up into a bun and sprayed with water, something that would be done constantly as she cooked to keep it from burning since she had declined the roasting cap, and she was finally ready to go over to coals!


To be continued...