The carving of Carl’s deliciously-roasted carcass was, of course, a big event and all the guests with the exception of a few of the children gathered to watch, many of them filming or taking photographs. With a grin on her face which told Mollie exactly what kind of little girl she must have been, Mrs O’Sullivan stood at the front of the queue before the carving station, holding a paper plate with a jump hotdog bun which Mollie had brought along especially for this purpose sitting open on it, waiting to be filled with her very special birthday treat.

Using the fork to unhook the end of the skewer from his belly-button and hold it upright, Mollie stretched Carl’s golden-brown manhood as far as she could and used the knife to cut along the base, stopping when it struck the metal of the skewer and using this as a guide to work her way around. It pulled free with a satisfying, slightly damp tearing sound and she set the severed organ down on his belly, using the toned abs as a temporary serving tray, then used the knife to slice down the full length from tip to root so that she could pull the finely-barbed skewer free.

With the steel rod that had held it taught removed, Mollie carefully lifted Carl’s penis, gently steaming from the slice down the middle, and transferred it into Mrs O’Sullivan’s hotdog bun.

“Would you like anything else?” Mollie smiled. “There should be plenty to go around!”

“Oh this will do me for now!” the elderly birthday girl assured her with a light chuckle. “He was quite blessed, wasn’t he?”

“I’d say so!” Mollie laughed. “I guess good for us that he wanted to share his good fortune!”

“Oh yes!” Mrs O’Sullivan agreed with a cheeky grin. “Especially good for me at least!” Raising the special hotdog to her mouth, she opened wide and took an enthusiastic bite. “Mmm!” she declared with obvious satisfaction after chewing and swallowing. “Best willy ever! And I should know,” she chuckled, “I’ve enjoyed a fair few in my time! I might come back for some more in a little bit,” she smiled, “but don’t hold anything back for me. Let everyone have whatever they want! I’ve got that delicious granddaughter stew to look forward to too after all!” And with that, she wandered off happily to enjoy her birthday treat.

Next in line, at her grandmother’s instruction, was Natasha who received one of Carl’s plump, creamy oysters but also a couple of thick slices of rump and a slice of pectoral muscle or, as Natasha called it with a giggle, boy-boob! Mollie cut out the other testicle for herself as popped it into her mouth, sucking on it a little and rolling it around her tongue for enjoy the flavour for a moment or two before biting down hard and feeling it burst deliciously between her teeth. She caught a little trickle of juice running out the corner of her mouth as she chewed the tender delicacy then swallowed it down with satisfaction and continued to carve the roast for the eager guests who all stood in line clutching their paper plates and burger buns.

The rest of the party was a wonderful success! By the time everyone had eaten their fill and his carcass was ready to be stripped, there was even less of Carl than there had been of Lydia! The stew went down incredibly well too, with many people complimenting the rich flavour and some even asking for the recipe, hoping to recreate it with themselves or another family member for their own parties. Unsurprisingly, Mrs O’Sullivan had arranged for everyone to bring Tupperware and insisted that every family take home some of the leftover stew and roast Carl which, she suggested, would be great for salads or in sandwiches! Mollie, Doug and Cole were also all gifted with a flask of stew each with Mrs O’Sullivan insisting that nothing should go to waste. As she had requested, the three spiked heads were scalped so that their hair could be donated and what was left packed into a spare plastic tub for Mrs O’Sullivan to take home and put in the garden.

Like Mollie, Natasha had stayed naked for the entire remainder of the party, observing that there was no point in covering up once “everyone has already seen everything” as she put it, and reminding herself that she was a meat-girl after all and there would be no opportunity for any kind of modesty at her school fair. As the boys loaded the van, the two naked soon-to-be spit-roasters sat together and chatted, working out that they would very likely be cooking at exactly the same time in exactly one week. For reasons neither of them could really explain, they both found this pleasing. Comforting even. Promising, with tongues firmly in cheek, to keep in touch for the rest of their lives, the pair hugged and exchanged a light but lingering kiss on the lips then Mollie went to join her co-workers by the van. For the ride back to head-quarters, she pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and a T-shirt which she had stashed in the back of the van in a carrier bag, amused to actually be the most fully-dressed member of the team for a change!


To be continued...