“Go get yourselves cleaned up,” she smiled once they were all at least alert enough to pay attention, “there should be plenty of hot water. You can use the shower and the bath. Breakfast will be ready in about half an hour.” After them promised to be down, washed and scrubbed, she kissed them all again and went downstairs to help set the table.

Having done her research, Adeola had found a special kind of soap that left no scent or flavour residue, specially formulated for girls who were going to cook, and had left a bottle in the bathroom. Beth had used it earlier that morning, as well as the evening before after rubbing herself all over with hair-removal lotion, knowing that body-hair wasn’t always visible and just in the obvious places which she always kept shaved anyway. After she had tested it, the younger piggies had taken their turn and, by the time they sat down to dinner, all their bodies were completely smooth.

In the bathroom, Sarah ran a bath for herself while Helen and the younger two all squeezed into the shower together, giggling as they soaped each other thoroughly before rinsing off and joining Sarah in the tub.

“This is a bit like Auntie Beth and her friends turning to stew!” Shelly remarked with a giggle as the girls all relaxed in the corner tub, complete with jacuzzi jets. It was a snug fit for sure but none of them were unhappy about being squeezed together at close quarters.

“Do you think our bodies will rub together on the double spit?” Andi speculated out loud. “The bars looked pretty close together!”

“I bet Mike would love that if they do!” giggled Shelly. “He’s probably going to film the whole thing!”

“Well we’d better give him a good show then!” Andi grinned, leaning across to give Shelly a deep and passionate kiss which all but confirmed Sarah’s earlier expectations.

“I guess we’d better get out!” Sarah observed with a sigh. “The mums will be waiting for us downstairs!” With some reluctance, the four got out of the tub and Sarah pulled the small lever next to the taps to allow it to drain then they all dried themselves off, brushed their hair which could be styled or put up out of the way later and made their way downstairs.

In the dining room, the table had been set out with a selection of cereals, fruit and yoghurt, nothing too heavy for those who would be cooking that afternoon but enough to keep them from feeling uncomfortably hungry until then. Beth was sat at the table waiting for them, now completely naked without even the apron she had worn in the kitchen. Sarah’s dad, Henry, a handsome man in his early fifties with more than a passing resemblance to William Shatner, was sat beside her and also at the table were Adeola, now wearing a much nicer outfit than she had been wearing earlier, complete once again with matching head scarf, the kind of outfit Helen associated with wearing to Church, and her husband Lucas, Helen’s dad, a man who simply oozed natural charm. He had grown a moustache since seeing Ernie Hudson sporting one in a recent TV role and was very pleased with how well it seemed to suit him. The surprise guest at the table, however, was a tall, thin young man with dark blonde hair, wearing a shirt and tie that he was clearly not used to wearing and not quite comfortable in. Shelly’s boyfriend Mike!

“Oh wow! Hi!” Shelly exclaimed in delight while Andi fought the urge to cover herself in front of the unfamiliar boy, reminding herself that not only would she be naked in front of dozens of strangers when the party began but that it had also been a big part of the appeal of volunteering. Still, by reflex, her arm shot up to cover her chest but she stopped herself and scratched the back of her neck instead, as if that had been what she planned all along. Neither Sarah nor Helen had any such reflexes, having long ago overcome them.

Despite having been sat with Beth who was completely naked for some minutes already, Mike blushed deeply as he got up to hug his girlfriend. Beth was pretty, of course, and had a nice pair of boobs for her age but she was also his own mother’s age and, while intriguing, not nearly as exciting to look at as the four newcomers. Even Shelly, who he had seen naked many times before, seemed more fascinating now that he knew she was meat. The extra level of vulnerability made her seem more naked somehow.

“Don’t worry!” Shelly giggled, kissing him lovingly on the lips. “Get a good eyeful of the others! We’re all just meat after all!” Mike blush deepened even further, something he had not imagined possible, as Andi, Sarah and Helen posed teasingly for him, pushing their breasts together, bending over and wiggling their meaty rumps.

“Oh goodness me!” Beth chuckled, standing up herself and shooing the girls to their seats. “Leave the poor boy alone to enjoy his breakfast!” Shelly sat next to him, of course, and the others occupied the three remaining seats. “We thought it would be a nice surprise for you.” She explained to Shelly in a kind tone. “He’s been ever so helpful so far and you can have a bit of time together before the party if you like.” Shelly stroked the front of Mike’s trousers under the table, feeling his throbbing erection and making it clear that she hoped for a few more rounds of spit-practice before the guests arrived.

After breakfast, with permission from the adults, Shelly took Mike up to the spare room while the other three helped to clear the table and start getting things set up outside. Adeola seemed to have the day planned out with military precision and the various salads and other side-dishes were all marked with flags that said either 1, 2 or 3, indicating which course they were intended to go with and therefore when they should be put out, along with a few unmarked platters that were intended as appetisers for while the guests arrived. If everything went according to plan, as it seemed certain to under the circumstances, Helen and Sarah’s grilled meat would be the first course, the two teen spit-roasters the second and finally what Sarah rather cheekily referred to as “the MILF stew”!

At around one o’clock, the meat-girls, including Beth, were sent to shower again and sort out each other’s hair while Mike was sent back down to share a light lunch with the adults who would not be cooking, enduring the teasing from the dads with good humour and very glad indeed that he had been able to persuade his parents to drop him off early.

By the time they came downstairs, the teen’s hair both tied back so that it could be wrapped in foil when the time was right and the others neatly brushed and styled, Adeola’s assistants had arrived and they cooed and fussed over the wonderful quality of the meat until they were interrupted by the door bell. Beth went to answer it and found her friend Laura and her husband stood on the doorstep. Her husband, Max, was wearing a nice shirt and a colourful character tie while Laura herself was, unsurprisingly, stark naked. She was a little taller than Beth and broad-shouldered with an impressive bust which was still putting up a valiant fight against gravity although perhaps not as effectively as it had twenty years ago. Like Beth and the others she was wearing light, presumably edible makeup and her mousy-brown hair with various tones of blonde highlights was freshly cut in a style that carried with it certain connotations, rightly or wrongly, about the kind of person the woman sporting it was.

“Do you think she’s going to ask to speak to the manager?” Helen whispered discretely to Sarah as the older woman hugged, making them both giggle. Both women exclaimed over how delicious the other looked, complimenting each other’s hair and figure, then Beth brought the couple inside where introductions were made and glasses of wine were handed out.

A few minutes later, the bell rang again and Henry went to answer it. This time, waiting in the porch, once again naked and accompanied by her husband was Emily, the last of the stew trio. The shortest of the three by several inches, she was a plump black woman who had always made Sarah think of a teacher or librarian, although she really had no idea what she did for a living. She wore glasses with colourful rims and Sarah could not remember ever having seen her not smiling. She was definitely contributing lots of meat to the stew and her heavy bosom rested on her belly, her rump curved out extremely appetisingly behind her and her thighs were thick and smooth. Her hair, Sarah knew, had to be a wig since it was a different colour, length and style practically every time she saw her. Today it was short, straight and a deep maroon colour, cut into a choppy pixie cut. Henry hugged her and exchanged cheek-kisses and shook hands with her husband then ushered them both through to the kitchen where they others were waiting.

“Wow, you look great!” Beth exclaimed, hugging her friend before Laura did likewise. “New hair?”

“Well I thought it was a special occasion!” Emily grinned. “Besides,” she pulled off the wig and ran her hand over her gleaming, bare scalp, “I thought this would be more practical!”

“Oh I wish I’d thought of that!” Beth chuckled as her pot-mate put her wig back on and adjusted it. Now that all the husbands had arrived, Henry proudly took them outside to show them the grill and the roasting pit with its twin spits.

“Bet he’s not going to tell them how long it took them to build the spit!” Sarah giggled to Helen once they were safely out of ear-shot. The pair laughed together then Sarah’s eyes drifted back to the three naked women in the kitchen. It was with a sense of almost parental pride that she verified that her mum definitely had the nicest figure out of all of them. For a woman who was, in her own words, just the right side of fifty, she had a lovely body that could just as easily have been butchered like Sarah and Helen would be or even prepared as a spit-roast. Still, it was nice that she would cook with friends and the stew was certain to be a real treat for all those who got to enjoy it!

“So what time is Mr Rogers arriving?” Sarah asked curiously as Adeola bustled past carrying a crate of glasses intended for the bar. She found herself oddly curious to meet the man who would be butchering her, treating her body with professional detachment, not caring about her likes, desires, hobbies or memories, just seeing her and her lover as meat to be parted out. Although she knew in an academic sense that he would be killing her, the word did not feel appropriate to the occasion. She didn’t think of herself as being killed so much as being converted, changed from a person into meat or, more accurately, turned from meat on the hoof into delicious cuts ready for the grill. She wondered if the others felt the same.

“With the other guests.” Helen’s mum replied. “We want you all to mingle first, so there’s no need for him to be here early.”

Half an hour later, the naked girls and women were all summoned together onto the patio by Adeola and given trays to carry, some with welcome drinks such as sparkling wine or fresh orange juice on them and others with finger-food that could be enjoyed without the need for plates.

“The guests will start arriving soon,” she reminded them, gesturing towards the open gate by the side of the house, “do wander around and talk to as many people as you can. Show them the menu. Don’t be shy about letting them feel the quality of your meat,” she turned to the two youngest girls, “but don’t feel like you have to put up with anything that makes you uncomfortable. You have agreed to be their food, not their toys! Anyone takes liberties,” she told them in a serious tone, “you come tell me and I will deal with them!” Sarah felt a slightly pang of pity for any guest who might try to push the limits. As sweet and loving as her second mother was, she was also the last person she would want to be on the wrong side of! “That goes for you too.” Adeola addressed Helen and Sarah. “You ladies,” she turned to Beth, Emily and Laura, “I trust to be able to take care of yourselves!” There were good-natured chuckles from the three naked forty-somethings. “Any questions?” Adeola asked, like a teacher who had just assigned tasks to her class. Everyone shook their heads. “Very good!” she nodded. “Let’s make sure this is a party people talk about for years to come!”

It was not long before the guests began to arrive. As was only natural, the young teens got the majority of the attention and seemed to bask in it, the novelty of walking around naked among dozens of strangers being new and exciting for them, as well as their naked bodies being something of a thrilling taboo for the guests. Most of them, of course, were friends and acquaintances of the Beth and her friends so the mature piggies often got drawn into conversation and had to be reminded by Adeola, sometimes quite sternly, to keep circulating. This left the young lovers, for once, feeling a little left out. Still, they circulated happily, usually sticking quite close to each other, and accepting in the spirit they were intended the compliments about their bodies, especially their breasts and rumps.

Not all the guests were middle-aged, of course. Quite a lot of them were there as families, with their children ranging from as young as four or five up to around Sarah and Helen’s age. It was the other young women and the little girls who paid the most attention to them, they found, many clearly picturing themselves in their place and wondering if they would have the courage to display themselves in that way and to allow themselves to be put on the menu for their own parents’ parties if asked. Boys too shot many rather sheepish looks in their direction but seemed too embarrassed to talk to them or to even look at them directly if either Sarah or Helen tried to engage them in conversation. After about forty minutes of mingling, when most of the guests had arrived and it was getting close to time to start the preparations, Shelly approached Sarah and her girlfriend with a slightly worried expression on her face.

“Can we talk?” she asked, tucking her empty tray under her arm.

“Of course.” Sarah responded with concern, setting her own half-full tray of drinks down on the patio table she happened to be standing close to. People could help themselves if they wanted. Her sweet cousin’s well-being was the most important thing in that moment. “What’s the matter?” she asked, as Helen set her own tray down and stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on Shelly’s shoulder. “Are you having second thoughts? You mustn’t worry about letting people down! Nobody will think any less of you and I’m sure there is going to be plenty of food to go around! Maybe my mum could even take your place on the spit? Or I could and she could get butchered in my place. Her friends have got plenty of stew-meat between them!”

“Oh no, it’s not that!” Shelly responded quickly.

“What then?” asked Sarah, her eyes full of concern.

“It’s Mike.” Shelly sighed. “I’m worried he’s not as okay with this as he says he is. He’s been following me around like a puppy all afternoon, never more than like five feet away from me. I had to get your dad to ask him to help with raking the coals so I could slip away to talk to you.” She gave anther sigh and both Sarah and Helen instinctively moved closer, surrounding her as much as they could manage with just the two of them and blocking her from general view. “I’m worried he’s going to freak out when he sees me spitted.” she confessed. “I want him to move on with his life and be happy, and to enjoy eating my meat. I don’t want him sat in the bathroom crying over me for the rest of the day!” Sarah and Helen looked at each other, sharing one of those unspoken moments of connection that only couples who are deeply in love can experience. Without sharing a word, they both agreed what needed to happen.


To be continued...