= A Super-meat-girl Snack =

Far above the bustle and chaos of life on the ground, Supergirl floated, with eyes closed, focused on the sounds faintly reaching her super hearing from far and wide. Amidst all the jumble of ordinary sounds, she heard a scream and a deep, low rumble from the west. Surging into action, she streaked through the clouds, over a vast, verdant mountainous forest, arrowing toward the source of the sounds.

Without a moment to spare, she spotted the isolated hiker in the path of a thunderous avalanche. She swooped down and carefully scooped up the woman just before a boulder smashed into the spot she had been standing. The frightened woman thrashed for a second thinking she was still in danger before realizing that she was suddenly soaring above the wilderness in the arms of the girl of steel.

"It's alright," said the heroine reassuringly. "I've got you."

"Oh, Supergirl! You saved me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The woman wrapped her arms tightly around the powerful girl, kissing her cheek and desperately clinging to her.

"That's what I do," smiled Supergirl grimly. "Now, were you alone? Is there anyone else I need to save here?"

"No," said the woman. "I don't think there is anyone else out here for miles. I'm on an extended solo camping trip, and I haven't seen anyone else in over a week."

"Ah, that's good," said the Kryptonian warmly. "I'm not sure that even I could find anyone under all that stone that just fell."

She took a moment to look over the woman she was carrying higher and higher above the forest. She was actually quite attractive, with clear green eyes, flowing brown hair, and a bosom that filled out her tank top to its limits. She seemed to be in her mid twenties and was dressed in a practical, if somewhat revealing outfit, as you would expect from a hiker in the heat of summer.

"I couldn't help but wonder," said Supergirl carefully, "earlier when you kissed me… were you just overexcited, or was there something more to it?"

"Sorry," the woman blushed. "It's embarrassing to admit this, but I have a bit of a crush on you. I mean, you're my favorite hero. You're just so incredible! And sexy! And then suddenly here you are, saving my life. I guess I got a bit carried away."

"Oh, not at all," said the heroine with a sparkle in her eye. "I actually quite enjoyed that. A kiss from a sexy thing like you is a nice bit of thanks, under the circumstances."

The erstwhile damsel in distress giggled at that.

"Speaking of getting carried away," she inquired, "where are you taking me?"

"Well," replied Supergirl, "I saw the tattered remains of what must have been your tent and supplies getting crushed back there, so I thought you might like a lift."

"Oh my, yes! You can take me anywhere you'd like. If it's not too much trouble, that is."

"I could set you down in the nearest town. Or… well, I realize that we just met a few seconds ago," smiled the girl in the red cape, "but would you perhaps be interested in spending the night with your favorite hero?"

The young woman squealed with excitement, "YES! Oh my god, seriously? Yes, I'd do anything for a chance like that! You really want me?"

"Oh, yes. I want you," said Supergirl with open desire. "You are exactly the kind of woman I've been looking for lately."

Supergirl didn't waste any time before acting on her lust. As they quickly soared through the clouds for the next several minutes, they left a fluttering trail of the woman's discarded clothes. The girl of steel effortlessly shredded each garment and allowed it to drift away, which caused the woman to become increasingly aroused at the way the powerful girl effortlessly toyed with her. When they settled gently through the open skylight and inside an isolated building, the now naked woman planted her unsteady legs on the hardwood floor and looked around.

They were in a neatly furnished bedroom, decorated to suit the tastes of the Kryptonian hero. It had a few sturdy looking doors leading in various directions, an assortment of artifacts and decorations with a faintly alien style, plus all the usual things you would expect to find in about any single American woman's bedroom. Naturally, the feature which the horny visitor was drawn to was the large, plush bed.

"Make yourself at home," said Kara. "Can I get you a drink? Some wine maybe?"

"Thanks. That would be great," breathed the woman.

In a flash, Supergirl disappeared, then reappeared wearing a soft robe and holding two glasses and a bottle of red wine. With a precise glance around the room, she ignited several candles with her heat vision, gently illuminating the room with a romantic glow.

"Wow," whispered the awed woman. "You're so…wow."

The carefree superhero and thrilled damsel sipped their wine before falling into an embrace. The Kryptonian gently coaxed her new lover onto the bed and allowed her to peel away the robe. Once exposed to her gaze, the excited fan ran her hands over the soft, yet invulnerable breasts and flawless pale skin.

The two women spent the next few hours in passionate sapphic bliss. The blushing woman was delighted to repeatedly experience the skill of a superhero's tongue probing her most delicate body parts, while also ecstatically savoring the unique flavor of a Kryptonian's arousal. The girl of steel turned out to like it rough: no matter how hard her lover pinched, scratched or bit, it was no more painful for the invincible girl than a light touch. The comparatively delicate human woman got a few bruises just trying to stimulate the remarkably durable pussy whenever Supergirl had simply floated within easy reach of her companion. After the adoring fan had lost count of her own orgasms at the hand of her host, the woman begged a chance to rest.

Kara said seductively, "How about we take a little break in my special sauna? I find it to be just the thing to relax me after a good romp with a succulent cutie like you."

"Mmmh, that does sound nice."

Using her powers, the Kryptonian floated over to a thick metal door, carrying the limp, spent human with her. She pressed a few buttons on the panel next to the door, then they glided into a small, metal walled chamber. Just before the inhumanly strong girl pulled the heavy door shut, a golden glow illuminated the chamber from above. Settling on the smooth stone floor, the woman was surprised by the absence of the usual wooden fixtures typically found in a sauna.

"Ah," observed Supergirl. "Yes, this sauna is a bit different from what you may be used to. I specially made it myself to suit my very particular requirements."

"Oh, it's very impressive," said the somewhat puzzled woman.

Heat began to wash over them, radiating from the walls, quickly raising the temperature. The pair lay down near the center, kissing in a slow, unhurried way. After only a minute, the human woman began to sweat heavily. Soon she found the heat to be oppressive.

"Uh, Supergirl? Don't you think it's getting a little too hot? I feel like I can hardly breathe," she panted.

"Mmm, not at all," purred the naked Kyptonian. "I had it start on a pretty low setting, and it's not nearly up to temperature yet. It isn't even hot enough to boil water."

"What?" exclaimed the human. "Supergirl, I don't have any superpowers, remember? I can't survive anything anywhere near that hot! I'll be cooked alive in here!"

"Oh, yes, I know," said Supergirl with a hungry smile. "That's exactly what I made this sauna for: a nice cozy place to cuddle with a missing human while she roasts. I suppose by human standards, this is really more of a large oven than a sauna."

"But, you can't eat me," quivered the woman, "that's cannibalism."

"Nonsense. Cannibalism is when you eat your own kind. I'm not human, I'm an alien, so eating a human is just fine."

"I thought you really liked me," said the teary-eyed woman.

"Oh, I do, I do! I simply adore humans! So many of you are such wonderful people, and you taste simply divine," cooed Kara with passion. "Especially girls like you with big juicy tits. Guys taste alright, too, but nothing else in the galaxy tastes as amazing as a busty, well cooked human girl. Yum!"

"Please," cried the overheating woman, "you have to let me go. I have a family and friends; they'll miss me. They'll send out people to look for me."

Supergirl chuckled. "No, no one will look for you after they find that rock slide. The tattered pieces of your tent will convince everyone that you died today and that your body will never be recovered. And they'll be right, they'll just have the time and location off by about a hundred miles and a few hours."

The alien girl took the frightened human gently in her arms of steel, locking her in an intimate, inescapable embrace.

"Now," continued the captor, "didn't you say you would do 'anything' to be able to spend the night with me? Becoming my meal sounds like it falls within 'anything' to me. Remember? I'm your favorite hero."

The woman struggled to think in the overwhelming heat. It felt like a sunburn was forming across her entire exposed body, singeing her flesh.

"Supergirl," she murmured.

Kara kissed her prey tenderly again, silencing her. Almost reflexively, the woman weakly kissed her hero back. Between kisses, she continued to moan the hero's name deliriously. When she was too far gone to even do that, the Kryptonian spoke to her again.

"Mmm! You are really starting to smell good! I know you are still a bit on the rare side, but I can't wait: I'm going to go ahead and have a bite!"

Supergirl effortlessly lifted the half-conscious human and placed her mouth over one partially cooked breast. Opening wide, she pressed a mouthful of the fatty tit into her jaw. As her teeth sank into the tender flesh, her tongue was bathed in savory juices. Tearing out that large chunk from the living body drew a hoarse shuddering scream from the human, though it was hardly more than a whisper. The Kryptonian chewed her first bite slowly, relishing the uncommon treat before swallowing it. She followed that bite with another, then another, until both breasts had been consumed.

"Oh," she giggled, "I got a little ahead of myself there. Human meat is best when cooked, but I seem to have eaten my way down to the raw parts. Sorry for rushing things."

The woman had passed out, but Supergirl didn't really expect her meal to respond anyway. She yawned comfortably.

"Humm. Now that I've had a bite to eat, and it's gotten warm enough in here to be nice and cozy, I think I'll take a little nap while I wait for dinner to be done, okay?"

Over an hour later, Supergirl woke up to a mouth watering aroma.

"Ahhh, wonderful! This is surely the nicest way to wake from an evening siesta."

She carefully pulled the steaming, roasted woman into a hug, then laughed lightly when the meat fell away from the bones rather than hold its living shape. Kara scooped up a handful and devoured it. After getting the taste of female meat in her mouth, she began eating ravenously, barely giving herself time to chew before swallowing. She did not slow down until all the tender meat from the limbs and torso had been consumed, and she realized she was just crunching bones and the few small scraps clinging to them. Looking over the unrecognizable remains, Supergirl decided that she had eaten all the best parts and her hunger was sated.

The Kryptonian girl's belly bulged from her meal, resembling a late term pregnancy, but her powerful digestive system was rapidly breaking down and absorbing the tender meat, so she knew it would not be long before her body was once again lean and fit. While she was inspecting her well stuffed body, Supergirl unleashed a thundering, unladylike belch.

"Well," she addressed the messy pile of bone, hair and the less tasty organs, "you've been a simply perfect guest, uhm… whatever your name was, but I'm afraid your time here is over. I do hope to encounter more delicious, disposable meals like you quite soon."

She giggled at her private joke, then systematically incinerated all traces of the human woman with her heat vision. The oven cleaning complete, Supergirl pushed open the two ton metal door and floated out. She knew from experience not to let herself touch the wooden floor, or anything else flammable so soon after leaving her sauna, lest it catch fire, so she drifted up through the skylight.

Hanging in the cool night air, Supergirl closed her eyes, relaxed and listened to the sounds of the wide world. If needed, she could spring to the rescue of anyone in trouble for many miles around. Or… possibly get herself another delicious snack, if one presented itself.

Also, I've got an account on Eka's with a vore story, if anyone is interested.

https://aryion.com/g4/view/1119972

Post it here! i love me some fatal vore

A Futan Breeding Holiday
Tags: vore, snuff, futanari, unbirth, orgy

Throughout the universe life has discovered many strange and wonderful mechanisms of reproduction, but perhaps the most remarkable is that found on the not too distant world of Futan. In order to understand this extraordinary quirk of biology, let us observe a typical mating ceremony of the Futani people on their homeworld.

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The expansive shared sleep chamber of the Aurovana Household was buzzing with excitement on this special day off work. Every sub in the harem knew that this was no ordinary household breeding holiday: today was going to be the ultimate celebration of Opal, their harem prime.

Lounging on the dais in the center, Mistress Aurovana surveyed her harem with pride. Opal had served her well for over ten years now as prime: their numbers had grown and the work done by the diligent subs had elevated the household's social and economic standing considerably.

Aurovana breathed in deeply, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the horny, naked subs, all eager for the coming celebration. The present members of her harem were engaging in a variety of sapphic delights to prepare themselves to be bred by their mistress. However, in several places, she noticed that the motions of their bodies on the cushioned chamber floor hinted that a few subs had allowed their shafts to extend and join themselves in a mating union. Many household mistresses would have punished such behavior, claiming that mating was an exclusive privilege of the doms, but Aurovana always pretended not to see this faux pas. Privately, to Opal, she had confessed that this love making within her harem made her aroused, so the prime had quietly encouraged those under her to discreetly breed as their desires lead them.

Aurovana's attention was drawn back to her side, where her beloved Opal was unable to conceal her eagerness for the ceremony to begin, bouncing slightly while her second, Lilya, caressed her breasts enticingly. Deciding that there was no reason to delay any longer, Aurovana shrugged off her robe and stepped forward.

"My beauties," she addressed the room, "we are gathered here to celebrate the life and service of my precious Opal. I won't bore you all with a speech about honor or love, since I know you all care for her as much as I do, but I do want to say a word in her praise for being such a capable overseer of my household. Opal has been the finest prime I could wish for."

The crowd cheered in agreement with their mistress and Opal glowed with joy at the compliments.

"Thank you, mistress," Opal said with passion.

Aurovana embraced her in acknowledgement and continued to speak. "I will soon take this lovely sub and fill you all with her love and her seeds of life. But first, please welcome Lilya as your next prime."

The younger sub stepped forward and bowed humbly. The harem applauded. Although the decision belonged entirely to the mistress of the household, Lilya had been the popular choice as well.

"I will do my best to serve you well, mistress," Lilya swore reverently.

Aurovana and Opal each accepted her oath with open mouthed kisses.

Finally, Aurovana spoke the simple words Opal had been waiting for. "Let's begin. I'll fill you one last time, then you may take your place within me."

At once, Opal eagerly pressed herself against Aurovana and they kissed intensely. Lilya knelt and began licking and sucking her mistress's shaft and fingering the pussy just below it. The Futani dom's dick was already fully extended in anticipation of the impending breeding, but the young sub's touch coaxed it to harden as well. When Aurovana's member was completely ready, she picked up Opal and laid her on the fine cushions below. She spread Opal's legs and gently pushed her rigid cock into the sub's wet vaginal petals.

Opal moaned in pleasure at this final, loving treat. Thrusting deeply and swiftly, Aurovana concentrated on giving her loyal prime pleasure. Soon, Opal cried out and quaked in orgasm.

The two of them caressed each other for a moment afterwards, as they recovered. Soon, they both felt ready for Opal to fulfill her destiny. Keeping her cock in the sub, Aurovana rolled them over, putting Opal on top. With help from Lilya, Opal lifted herself up and then knelt between her mistress's feet. She looked up at her mistress, eager for permission to take her final journey.

Aurovana nodded. Grinning widely, Opal carefully pushed both hands into her mistress's hallowed pussy. She continued pushing, sinking deeper into her mistress until her head began to enter the opening.

"Goodbye, and thank you, mistress," she cried out just before her mouth was covered.

Her mistress just moaned at the intense, familiar feeling of having a sub entering her body. She was deep enough now that Aurovana was able to start pulling her, but she allowed the eager sub to continue doing most of the work. There were a few pauses as Opal shifted to curl up inside or to find something new to push against with her legs, but before long the sub's toes slid inside and she was gone.

With eyes filled with lust, Lilya began massaging her mistress's bulging belly. Opal's form was only discernible for a minute before it softened and became less defined. The powerful enzymes unique to the womb of the Futani dom split her prey into individual cells so they could be siphoned away. This stream of loose cells were channeled up into the glands in her breasts, where they underwent a remarkable transformation. Each cell was reshaped into a viable sperm, retaining almost exactly half of its original DNA.

When Lilya saw her mistress's breasts begin to swell with the liquified remains of her predecessor, she quickly mounted Aurovana's rock hard cock. Bouncing eagerly, she drew the first load of semen into her fertile womb. She cried out in joy when she felt the warm, life-creating fluid fill her.

Not wasting a moment after receiving her dose of the precious seed, she moved aside and waved another sub to take her place. Only after the throbbing cock was again pressing at the entrance to a futile uterus did the new prime seek her own pleasure with her hand.

Aurovana smiled at Lilya's dedication to her duties. Lilya continued to impress as she massaged her mistress seductively any time she was not too busy preparing the next member of the harem to receive a dose of sperm. With the harem prime keeping things organized, Aurovana was free to relax and bask in the nonstop parade of tight pussies milking her cock.

Although her heightened sexual state meant that she was spraying her bountiful seed more often than a human male could have, breeding the entire harem was a long and tiring process. Several hours in, Aurovana began to slow down, lacking the energy to maintain the continuous orgy. Seeing her mistress had grown tired, Lilya called a brief halt to the line of horny subs so the dom could feed and regain her strength.

As was often the case on a breeding holiday, Aurovana chose to treat herself and consume one of the smaller subs for her midday meal. The chosen sub had been waiting nearby, happily watching her harem sisters getting bred until it was her turn to contribute to this special day. She had lost count of the orgasms she had experienced as she watched and was now thrilled to fulfill her part.

At Lilya's signal, she crawled over and offered her feet to her mistress's lips. The dom kissed and licked them tenderly before drawing them in and swallowing them. With Lilya's help, the horny meal slid smoothly down Aurovana's throat, into her stomach. Although this sub would not contribute any of her genes to this breeding celebration, as the digestive acids began to burn her, she gloried quietly in the honor of assisting her mistress impregnate so many.

Lilya and a few other horny harem members massaged their mistress lovingly, helping her digest her meal. When Aurovana was feeling re-energized and thoroughly aroused again, Lilya restarted the line of fertilization.

Lilya continued to guide the breeding orgy with an efficiency which made her mistress proud. Over the course of the day, she even arranged for those tending the nursery to come out in shifts to each receive a generous load of cum. Things went so smoothly that Lilya was one of many who were able to get their womb filled a second time that day after every adult member of the harem had been inseminated.

At the end of the day, exhausted, with her breasts drained, Aurovana held the new harem prime closely as she drifted to sleep. By Futani standards, this had been a truly wonderful celebration to mark the end of Opal's life and the beginning of Lilya's time as chief of the household's subs.

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And so, you see, that the unique physiology of the Futani allowed a single individual, such as Opal, to have far more biological daughters than she ever could have as a living parent. The traits which made her such a submissive and eager gut slut contributed directly to her odds of spreading her genes to a large number of the next generation. Perhaps next time we will explore the remarkable way in which the Futani reproductive system interacts with another intelligent species: humans.

Meatgirl 17

Tags: cannibalism, female, semi-consent, lactation, cloning

This is an alternate variation of part of Mickey 17. This version picks up about a third of the way through the movie in a memorable scene. I've tried to put in enough context to make it at least somewhat sensible for people who haven't seen it, but this story will certainly make more sense to those who have seen the movie and know the characters. I don't think I really spoil anything significant, but still, some spoilers are inevitable with this sort of thing, so be warned. I put in quite a large chunk of the original dinner scene with no modifications, since it already very nearly set up the alternate dystopian possibility I've chosen to portray here.

Bon appetit.

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Mickey 17 carved off a large slice of the imitation stake and devoured it like the half starved man he was.

"So glad you seem to be enjoying it," said Ylfa. "How's the sauce?"

Mickey looked across the table at the powerful couple hosting the private dinner and awkwardly tried to mumble a reply, his mouth still stuffed with the rare, sauce-soaked meat. The politician's wife realized that he was in no position to speak.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," apologized the forceful woman. "Please, continue."

Marshall spoke up excitedly, seeing an opening to talk once his wife had stopped.

"Yeah, yeah, Mickey," he began. "Listen, going back to everything that happened with uh…"

"Jennifer," Ylfa softly prompted.

"Yes, Jennifer. Jennifer uh.." Marshall fumbled.

"Chilton," Ylfa provided.

Mickey did his best to look like he was listening as he continued scarfing down his steak.

"I know, I know," the man dismissed his wife. More soberly, he continued, "When we lost our dear Jennifer Chilton, I may have gotten a little angry and said some terribly unkind things. I know it's late, and I want to apologize."

Ylfa laughed hollowly, clinging to her husband's arm. "He's always like this: such an adorable man and then suddenly he's all cutthroat!"

Marshall softly asked his wife to let him handle the conversation.

"Sorry," he said to Mickey, dripping with nearly as much artificial appeal as the steak Mickey was chewing. "You're still squishy, fresh out of the printer. Continue feeding yourself."

It had only been a few hours since the latest reincarnation of Mickey had been printed out by the human printer, so the leader and his wife excused his poor manners. They all turned, hearing the door open as Kai Katz entered the lavish private dining room.

"Oh," Marshall said mildly. "Anyway, we have another special guest here. Hi, Kai."

"Sorry, I'm late," she replied, crossing the room to take her seat next to Mickey 17.

"You look very nice," Marshall praised.

"Thank you," she graciously breathed.

She was just wearing one of the standard colony uniforms, but it’s true that she made the dull blue outfits look good. Her smooth, long brown hair at least was entirely her own and was freshly cleaned and brushed, making it shine with a healthy luster.

Marshall waved her to her seat, "Come, come. Sit."

"It's good to see you," welcomed Ylfa.

Mickey looked over at the beautiful young woman as she took her place, but was too shy (and hungry) to speak.

"You okay?" inquired Marshall tenderly. "Emotionally?"

"Yeah, I feel fine, sir," a more demure Kai replied. "Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it, Kai," Ylfa consoled the younger woman. "I'm so sorry about Jennifer. I hear you were extremely close. Your best friend. But I knew you'd stay strong throughout it all."

Kai took their disingenuous words soberly, "Thank you, ma'am."

"But," Marshall stepped in, "we didn't invite you here simply to comfort you."

Marshall and his wife leaned against each other in a semblance of affection. The most powerful man and woman within a lightyear smiled at the attractive woman with hungry looks.

"We've had our eyes on you, Katz," Marshall attempted to charm her.

"On me, sir?"

"Mmm," he agreed.

"May I ask why?" she asked timidly.

"You're one of us," he stated. "With your impeccable genetics, you are the perfect specimen for the colony I envision."

"Thank you sir," she smiled.

"That's why the church, I mean, um, company, has chosen me to lead this expedition," he boasted. "The Earth's beyond saving with all its muddy people. But you, you're something special, and I'm creating a world on a pure white planet full of superior people. Like you. Like us." Turning to his Ylfa for support, "Isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes. Mmm. It's his vision," she purred.

"My vision," he echoed.

"His sensibilities," Ylfa flashed her bleached white smile.

"Sensibility," he also bared his impossibly perfect teeth at the uneasy woman.

"But let's be honest," Ylfa returned to business with a low voice, "with your medical records in hand, you ran to join our expedition instead of one of those pathetic planets where they plant microchips in their artificially fabricated cattle and pigs."

Marshall marvelled at the young woman seated across from him. "You really are the perfect candidate for Niflheim's natural meat and dairy production program, aren't you dear?"

Kai forced a laugh, hoping it was a joke. "Mr. Marshall, am I just a uterus and a pair of teats to you?"

The table grew silent for a tense moment before Ylfa responded firmly. "No! No, no, no. It's nothing like that Kai. We aren't going to eat you, dear. No, this man is not one to objectify real women. All my husband means to say is he has very high standards. His only dream is of a planet exclusively for a pure human race."

Marshall interjected, "That consumes real crops, and real, top quality meat and milk, and dinners with delicate delicious sauces."

"Oh," moaned Ylfa, "sauce is the true litmus test of civilization. People who devour burnt meat are barbarians. Do try the sauce, Kai. Here, I made it myself with some of my own special ingredients."

"Oh," said Kai delicately, glancing at the decorative drizzle on her plate. "But, what exactly do I have to do with the, uh, meat production you mentioned?"

"Well," said the great leader, "I mean that we're going to print copies of your body and eat those."

"And milk them, and whatnot," added Ylfa. "So many of the finest sauces require milk or cream, so we just must have some fresh dairy."

Mickey actually forgot to even continue chewing his food as they all stared across the table at each other.

"But," gasped Kai, "you can't do that! That's.. that's illegal. You're talking about making multiples of me!"

"Oh, no, no," Marshall countered, "we would never do that! No, we are just talking about soulless meat in the shape of your perfect body."

"Yes, dear," contributed Ylfa. "They will be mindless, empty shells destined for consumption, only. Those won't be real women, just delicious, flawless meat."

Kai still couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Mickey! Why not have him be the meat? He's already agreed to die and be printed over and over; isn't this basically his job?"

Marshall shrunk back at the suggestion and Ylfa looked as if a dog had just barfed on her shoes.

"Absurd!" the failed politician exclaimed, red faced. "Do you even hear yourself, you vapid cow? Eat that scrawny worthless pile of third rate bones?!"

Ylfa took her husband's arm and tried to calm him. "That's simply unthinkable, Kai dear. Anyone could see that you are vastly superior stock. My darling's beautiful vision of a pure human colony could not possibly tolerate anything so base as eating that expendable. That would be as bad as those other planets which consume those filthy, smelly cattle!"

Mickey 17 realized that they had practically forgotten he was in the room, and so he resumed eating his meal.

Having gotten more of a grip on himself, Marshall spoke smoothly again. "Yes, yes, exactly. We've studied all the medical records of everyone on this expedition, and it's clear that you are the ideal candidate for this vital role. Trust me, everyone will simply love the pure, untainted human sustenance you will provide us all."

"No," whispered the frightened young woman.

Marshall and Ylfa glanced at each other and then slowly began to circle the table, approaching Kai from both sides. Kai got up from her seat, but had nowhere to go.

"You misunderstand," Marshall told her. "This isn't the kind of honor you have the option to turn down."

Ylfa slithered gracefully closer. "The only thing left to finalize the decision is a close, personal inspection of the meat. For quality assurance, naturally."

"No, what are you doing?" quivered the candidate meat softly.

"Don't resist," Marshall said, opening her uniform jacket and cupping her breast through her fitted shirt. "We wouldn't want to have to get rough with you right before we scan your body for replication."

Marshall slowly forced her jacket off her shoulders and down far enough to effectively pin her arms behind her. Kai gasped as her pants were abruptly pulled to her ankles by a hungry looking Ylfa. Piece by piece, they disrobed her completely. Then, they circled her slowly, touching and prodding at every part of her. She whimpered slightly when Ylfa gently thrust two fingers into her pussy, then pulled them out and held her hand up for them to all see.

"Mmm, look darling," purred Ylfa. She licked the moisture from her fingers. "Ah, her natural sauce is just as exquisite as I'd hoped. Delicious."

"That's wonderful," said the distracted man massaging Kai's breasts.

Ylfa dragged his attention away from the perky C cup breasts for a moment and looked him in the eye meaningfully.

"Hmm?" he grunted. "Oh, yes, yes. The next step."

As some unseen signal, the door opened and a troop of scientists rushed in.

"She passes inspection," announced Marshall to the room.

"Very good, sir," said one scientist.

The startled Kai tried to cover herself with her hands, but none of them seemed interested in her nudity. The lead scientist stepped up to her and abruptly injected her with the contents of a syringe.

Kai yelped, "What was that?"

"A combination of prolactin and some related compounds," was his enigmatic reply.

"That will get your breasts lactating," said Ylfa soothingly. "Don't worry, it's all perfectly natural. It won't harm the taste of your meat."

"Lactating?" Kai asked. "What are you talking about?"

"You're going to be producing milk for us, Katz," Marshall stated. "We told you that already: meat and milk. Both from the purest human source."

"I thought you were just going to milk the multip-, I mean, copies," muttered the suddenly tired woman as she collapsed onto her chair.

"Well, yes," said Marshall, "but it would be too inefficient to have to wait for each one to start producing. We'll get you into prime condition, then we'll make the body scan, obviously."

Ylfa moved close and began massaging Kai's breasts deeply, drawing a reflexive moan from her. Marshall waved the scientists over.

"Help her to our bedroom," he commanded.

They pulled her to her feet and began walking her to the door, careful not to get in Ylfa's way.

"Wait," said Kai, suddenly more awake, "you mean to the lab. To be scanned, right?"

"No, dear," Ylfa answered with a smile. "It will take about a week for your body to start producing milk. And I'm afraid a side effect of your injections is a significantly increased libido, but that's quite all right. It will just make it easier for me to start extracting plenty of your delicious, special ingredient for your personal sauce."

She cupped Kai's cunt possessively, emphasizing where she would be obtaining that "ingredient". The entire group proceeded out the door, heading for the adjacent luxury bed chamber. Mickey watched them leave him alone and forgotten in the dining room. As he finished his meal, he could not help but wonder just what was in the sauce covering the meat he was eating.

The next eight days were a blur for Kai Katz: injections, massages, lavish meals, orgasms, rest, and then repeat it all in a different order. She was surprised at how passionately Ylfa stoked the younger woman's lust, although always with an ominous emphasis on ingredients for sauce. It seemed that the current ban on sex did not apply to leaders of the expedition, so as little as she was attracted to the abrasive woman, Kai took full advantage of their time together. When the science team came to escort her to the lab to be scanned, her mind was so overloaded with sexual desire that she very nearly forgot all about modesty as they half carried her through the corridors.

Ylfa had carefully avoided milking Kai's heavy breasts on the final day, so when they helped Kai into the skin tight body scanning equipment, her chest quickly became slick with milk. After they had completed the scan of her deeply aroused, hormone saturated body, the scientists handed her a set of fresh clothes and dismissed her.

A disoriented, but clothed, Kai staggered to her private room for the first time in over a week. She didn't stay long though, almost immediately going out, seeking any sympathetic person to help with her urgently full breasts, and afterward, her even more intimate and carnal needs. Fortunately, she soon found a like minded woman discreet and inclined to help with all the attention her body now required. Kai was mortified to discover that she didn't need to explain anything about her condition to her new companion: apparently Marshall had broadcasted an announcement to the entire expedition explaining the glorious role Miss Katz would be playing, even showing footage of her naked form being milked in one of her final sessions in his chambers.

The next day, Kai found an unusual level of excitement buzzing in the common dining hall. Rather than the somber mood which typically accompanied the appalling foodstuffs dished out, there was lively chatter and everyone seated seemed to have the same broad smile as they ate. Everyone who noticed her greeted Kai by name, even ones she had never spoken with, many of them clapped her on the back and thanked her. One man had the audacity to pinch one of her nipples, which very nearly got him mobbed. When it was her turn to hold out her tray for her ration, the cook stopped her.

"Oh, Katz!" he said. "We've got something special set aside just for you."

After a short pause, he returned with a cut of meat on his spatula, which he deposited onto her tray.

"There you go," he said proudly.

Kai was only able to muster a whispered "Thanks" before moving forward to receive a scoop of unidentifiable mush to go with her freshly grilled meat.

Someone moved aside to make room for her when she approached a nearby table in a daze. Once seated, she just stared for a while at the surreal, unmistakable shape of a grilled set of labia on her tray. It was quite definitely her own, too, with that small mole that Jennifer had been fond of just to one side. Glancing nervously around, Kai saw that the majority of people had been given cuts which were far less identifiable, but there was at least one other tray with a cut of meat which looked eerily familiar. Kai's first bite was cautious, but she quickly forgot her trepidation once she got a taste of the fresh meat. After so long only eating various colors of paste and nutrient bricklets, real fresh meat was like a trip to heaven. The fact that she knew she was eating a part of her own body added an almost alarmingly erotic aspect to the meal, so as soon as she was done eating, she sought out her new amorous companion to burn off her passion in the privacy of her room.

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Several days later, Kai was once again summoned to the bedroom of Marshall and Ylfa. She nervously stepped back into the familiar room and was immediately faced with an intense look from Ylfa.

"Good, good," Ylfa said. "You're here. There's a little problem which you can help us with."

Kai's nerves were in no way soothed by the poorly concealed annoyance in the older woman's voice. She was briefly grateful that Marshall did not seem to be present before her focus was completely arrested by the naked figure on the bed. It was herself. A copy of her own body was stretched out on the bed, twitching occasionally. Ylfa noticed her gaze and scrowled.

"Yes," Ylfa said bitterly. "One of the new livestock. Rather a serious disappointment, as it turns out. But you can fix that."

"What's wrong?" Kai asked uneasily. "The, uh, meat served the other day tasted good to me."

Kai could not help but blush at the memory. Ylfa scoffed.

"Yes. The meat quality is excellent; there isn't any problem in that regard." She slid into a fierce whisper, "But the other products are not as easy to extract from this livestock as they should be."

Kai swallowed. "Other, as in.."

"Milk and juice for the all important sauce," hissed the woman. "These mindless bodies don't react properly to stimulation. They seem to leak milk only when I'm not trying to milk them, and they produce almost no usable juices at all. They're utterly useless as they are now."

Kai backed very slowly towards the door. Ylfa turned and faced her with a false but practiced smile on her face.

"Oh, Kai, dear, there's nothing to be afraid of. Go on and get undressed for me. We're just going to spend a little time helping you relieve yourself of milk, just like we've done so many times before. Your poor breasts must be terribly overfilled. I can help you out and collect a bit of your delicious juices while we're at it."

The older woman closed the distance between them and began pulling off Kai's clothes. Not seeing any way to get out of the situation, Kai did not resist, but also could not shake off her nerves. Ylfa also discarded her own silk blouse before leading Kai to the bed. She shoved the drooling human livestock roughly to the side before coaxing Kai insistently into a comfortable position for milking.

After a remarkably awkward hour of being milked and fingered, Kai's conscious body had been tapped of all the liquids that Ylfa desired from it. Her other, less than conscious copy occasionally flopped an arm or leg in a random direction in that hour, but otherwise did nothing but lie there next to them. In the end, Kai sat up and looked around for her clothes.

"Well," she said. "Thank you, ma'am. It was a pleasure, as always," she lied smoothly.

"Of course, dear," said Ylfa.

As Ylfa donned her blouse, she said, "Now, there is just one more little thing you'll have to do for us. It's for the good of the colony and for my husband's magnificent vision, so I'm sure you won't mind."

The door opened and two guards came in, incidentally standing on Kai's clothes.

Ylfa continued, "Just go along quietly with us and we'll get this last little matter taken care of."

Kai shrank back from the burly guards, but there was nowhere for the naked woman to escape their grasp. She did not resist further except to try to at least cover some parts of her exposed body as they marched through the hallways to the lab where the human printer was busily constructing another copy of her body. Once the body had been fully produced and moved out of the way, the guards hefted Kai onto the machine in place of the new meat.

"What are you doing," Kai cried as they tied her down.

One of the scientists, named Dorothy, approached and fitted the machine's wire studded cap onto Kai.

"We're going to make a backup of your mind," she said cheerfully. "Isn't that exciting?"

Dorothy placed a dun red data storage brick onto the designated slot and began hooking up all the wires. Meanwhile, another scientist injected Kai with something which rapidly filled her with a warm sensation.

"Ah, is this the new improved meat?" asked Marshall as he entered the room.

"No, darling," corrected Ylfa gently. "This is Kai. The original. They're still getting ready for the scan."

"Yes, yes, of course," he replied, as if he weren't the least knowledgeable one in the room.

"You can't do this," said Kai, fighting her growing arousal. "I didn't sign the paperwork. I never agreed to be an expendable."

"No, no," said Marshall. "That isn't relevant; you aren't going to be an expendable. We're just collecting your brain pattern to enhance the new livestock to meet our refined requirements. At present, the livestock aren't living up to the human perfection needed for my glorious Niflheim colony."

He continued to blather on, but Kai wasn't listening. The scientist injected her again, this time sending her crashing into an avalanche of memories.

An entire lifetime later, Kai's eyes fluttered open as they were pulling off the cap covered in electrodes. As soon as she was aware of her surroundings, she jumped up and staggered toward the door. The startled guard barely caught her before she made it out, tackling her to the floor.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "I'm not going to let you turn me into a fucking duplicate."

"Goddamn it," muttered the scientist. "We've really got to remember next time."

Marshall and Ylfa seemed to have left while Kai was being scanned, as they weren't in the room any longer. Kai struggled to escape the guard’s grip, fighting for her freedom. The scientist approached and injected Kai with something that had her vision fading to black right away.

When she woke, she was in one of the small prison cages. She was still naked and her breasts were painfully full with milk. Strangely, she found that the cage next to her contained one of the livestock copies of herself. The meatgirl Kai just sat, staring at the real Kai with a slack expression.

"Fucking great," muttered Kai. "I don't even see my jailer."

She winced and gingerly cupped her swollen breasts. A drop of milk ran down the round breast labelled '17' on the upper slope.

"I can help you with that."

Kai looked up in amazement at the meatgirl who had spoken.

"They've already uploaded my mind to one of the livestock," Kai said to herself. "Must've happened while I was unconscious."

"Not exactly," said the meatgirl. "Anyway, they don't mind if we drink each other's milk after drugging us. I guess the traces of the drug mess with the flavor of the milk, or something."

Kai took a closer look at the meatgirl in the cage next to her. She seemed to be fully aware of herself and was just as identical as expected, except that her breast had the number '9' written on it. With growing horror, Kai realized the significance of the numbers on their bodies.

She wasn't Kai; she was just meatgirl 17.

Reintroducing the Burrowing Boa to the Wild
Tags: loli, vore, snuff

The girls of the Maria Dias Municipal Elementary School, located deep in the heart of Brazil, chatted excitedly. Their teacher, Senhorita Hortencia, had instructed the second grade class to gather in the spacious room they used for PE first thing that morning, rather than their classroom, and all the girls had a different idea of what was going on. The second grade class was an unusually large one for the modest girl's elementary school, with eighteen students regularly in attendance, so the room was filled with active young voices.

They all grew quiet when Senhorita Hortencia and a pale foreign woman entered the room, though since they were seven year old girls, their silence was motivated more by curiosity than by discipline or respect. The unknown young blonde was carrying a sizable box, but it must not have been very heavy, since she didn't seem to be having any trouble with it. When their teacher called for them to seat themselves on the floor, the girls complied without fuss, intrigued by the visitor in somewhat baggy clothes. Once the visitor had set down her burden in the middle of the room, the teacher told her students that they should listen closely to their special guest, as she had something very important to tell them.

"Hello," said the woman in American accented Portuguese. "I am Dr. Amanda Reese from the California Exotic Wildlife Institute. You can call me Senhorita Amy."

The class greeted her politely when the teacher gestured to them, then the scientist continued her introduction.

"My job is to study and care for all kinds of rare and special snakes. I'm here to tell you all about a very special snake which was once common in this area, but is now almost extinct. Would you girls like to meet one of these snakes?"

Many of the girls nodded their heads and several remembered to say a polite "yes, please". To the girls' astonishment, the American began removing her baggy clothes right in front of them. The teacher was smiling, so the confused students murmured to each other, but were not alarmed by this development. This was quickly becoming a most memorable experience. Beneath her oversized clothes the busty blonde turned out to not be wearing any underwear, so with her loose shorts and t-shirt removed, she was left wearing only her shoes. Some of the girls noticed the small bulge in the lean woman's belly and guessed that she was pregnant, but they soon learned that their guess was incorrect.

The naked woman began humming and massaging her belly, then gave a soft cry of pleasure before cupping one hand a few centimeters below her clean shaven groin. All the young girls gasped in surprise when the head of a small snake emerged from the woman's vagina, then coiled around her hand for support. The wide eyed girls watched, mesmerized as the snake wound its way up her arm, emerging completely from the woman's body. Amy carefully sat down, giving the small girls a better view of the reptile. It was mostly a pattern of various shades of dull green and brown, but starting from just behind the head it had a series of small pinkish heart shapes along the top, which the girls thought were adorable.

"This is Jackson," introduced Dr. Reese. "He is a one year old Burrowing Boa. He's been with me his entire life and is quite friendly, but just like with any other animal, you should be very gentle with him. Now, who would like to pet him?"

At least half the girls immediately put their hands up. Under the careful supervision of their teacher, each of the girls got to come up closer and gently pet the juvenile snake. While they were getting comfortable touching the unfamiliar animal, the scientist told them more about it.

"Jackson is still quite young and has a lot of growing up to do, much like you girls. As you can see he is still less than a meter long, but by the time he becomes an adult in about two more years, he will be at least two meters. Like many snakes, he should continue to grow larger over his 30 year lifespan. His mother back at the Institute is over four meters (12 feet) long and weighs 50 kilos (110 lb), and that's when her stomach is empty. We've heard stories from local tribesmen of even larger Burrowing Boas, but they have never been confirmed."

"The species gets its name from the fact that it is often found living in holes in the ground or in hollow logs. Some of these holes seem to have been dug by creatures the snake has eaten, but this type of boa can also dig its own cozy burrows to live in."

"As I said before, the Burrowing Boa is native to this part of Brazil, and we believe it used to be much more common. Today, there are very few of these remarkable snakes in the wild, but we think we can help bring back the species with your help, girls."

Her instruction was interrupted at this point as the snake had climbed over her shoulder and wrapped a coil tightly around one of her generous breasts. Amy was unable to stifle a moan at the stimulation, causing the girls to giggle. Jackson took the doctor's open lips as an invitation and smoothly slid into her mouth and down her throat.

"Oh, no, she's eating him!" cried several alarmed youngsters.

"No, no," soothed their teacher. "It's all right: this is normal. She warned me that he might do this. She isn't hurting the snake, he is just going to hide in her stomach for a while."

They all watched in fascination as the woman allowed the snake to slither completely into her mouth. When the small bulge of its tail disappeared from her throat, she gasped in a breath and then smiled warmly at the students.

"Senhorita Hortencia is correct," she said. "He often burrows in my stomach. He is perfectly safe, and he can come out any time he wants. He will probably want to hide for a little while, but I'm sure you will all get to see him again before I leave. We believe that young Burrowing Boas are adapted to be safe in such a place and actually benefit from bathing in stomach acids from time to time. Most snakes must shed their skin all at once every few weeks or months in order to grow, however the Burrowing Boa seems to be able to use these acid baths to lose their old skin more gradually and continually. If the acid starts to become uncomfortable, I'm sure he will come back out and move to a different hole."

She winked at the young audience, which got her some more giggles.

"There is much we still don't know about this species of boa, but my research has shown that young Burrowing Boas require a warm, moist place to live when young. My body has been Jackson's home since just after he was born. In the wild it is likely that they make similar use of animals such as the capybara or the giant otter, but the natives say that long ago it was common for girls to carry these baby snakes the same way that I'm doing now."

Dr Reese cupped her hand by her mouth and shifted to a stage whisper, "Some people say that I'm like the snake's mama, but between you and me, I tend to think of Jackson as more like my boyfriend than as my baby."

The girls snickered at that confession, and even the teacher laughed along, although none of the young girls understood why both women blushed when their eyes met.

"We have three adult Burrowing Boas back at the Institute where I work: a male, a female which is Jackson's actual mama, and another female which I'm happy to say recently gave birth to some more babies."

Dr Reese caressed the box next to her, then got up and opened the top.

"Do you girls want to see the babies?"

The young girls all rushed up eagerly to look at the tiny snakelets. They all commented on how cute the 30 cm (1 foot) long babies were. Their coloring varied, some having more green and others having more brown, but although the heart shaped patterns were less pronounced on the younger snakes, they were still quite evident.

"I've brought the babies here today, because I was hoping you girls would like to help and be their homes while they grow up. What do you girls say?"

Many of the youngsters began talking at once and a few bounced up and down excitedly. Senhorita Hortencia clapped her hands for their attention and after a minute, she had restored order. She managed to get a more organized response from her students, all of whom agreed to care for the baby snakes. The teacher lectured them briefly on the importance of such a task and instructed them that if they received a baby animal, looking after it would have to be the most important thing in their lives, and so on.

Once she was satisfied that they were impressed with the gravity of caring for a young endangered animal, the senhorita directed them to undress, just like Senhorita Amy had done. The teacher also disrobed and then made sure all the girls neatly folded their clothes and set them out of the way. She then had all eighteen naked girls spread out evenly and sit with their legs folded under them. She demonstrated the pose herself, and pointed out that it should leave a tunnel between the legs with clear access to her open pussy from below. As Dr Reese got ready to release the baby boas from the box, she warned the seven year old girls that in order to attract them, they should do their best not to wiggle around too much and above all they must be very careful not to crush them.

When all of them were ready, the herpetologist began gently scooping up the snakelets and setting them on the floor. The tiny snakes immediately began to slowly spread out, searching for someplace warmer. A few of the excited girls had to be shushed and reminded to keep calm as the heart studded reptiles approached them. After nosing around, a few snakelets detected the scent of their young openings and carefully pressed their heads into the inviting crevasses. One girl cried out in surprise when the snakelet exploring her body chose to enter her asshole, rather than her pussy.

"Yes, that's good," reassured the scientist. "They will make use of all your openings. My little Jackson seems to really enjoy sliding out one hole and directly into another."

Once she saw that a baby snake had safely lodged inside one of the girls, Dr Reese directed the girl to stand and very carefully walk to the back of the room, so as to avoid receiving additional snakes.

Some of the more adventurous snakelets chose to climb up the girl's body, making her giggle as it tickled her. Some snakelets found this too disruptive and abandoned the climb, but others seemed to enjoy it and were only encouraged to climb higher until they found the smiling youngster's mouth. In a couple cases, more than one snakelet chose the same moment to enter a girl, so she ended up with multiple baby snakes lodged in her, but there proved to be plenty of babies to go around, so the teacher and all the girls got at least one.

After the snakelets had found their new homes, Dr Reese explained all about how to feed and care for the babies. As she explained to them, at this age the snakelets would only be able to eat insects and baby mice, but they would soon grow enough to eat larger animals. She had to pause at one point as Jackson decided to emerge and move back to her womb, which once again fascinated all the young girls. After the tail had retreated into the American woman's pussy, one of the girls had a question.

"Senhorita Amy, you said they get real big, right? What do they eat when they get all grown up?"

"That's a very good question," Dr Reese beamed. "Me and my team have done a lot of work studying what they can eat, and we believe that if they get big enough, they could eat just about any kind of animal. There have long been rumors that large boa constrictors like these can even swallow a person, but most scientists would tell you that those are just rumors."

She grew more serious, but still smiled warmly. "Well, I can tell you that it really is true. Several months before Jackson was born, my girlfriend and I did some, ahm, experiments with our Burrowing Boa snakes, and we proved quite conclusively that they are fully capable of swallowing and digesting even an adult woman. That is, as long as she stays calm and does not do anything to try to prevent it. Then, six months ago, one of my close former coworkers also confirmed that a large meal is almost certainly important in helping the females to have babies."

All the little girls oohed and aahed at that news, while the teacher, who had understood the subtext of those stories, only looked sympathetic. To the surprise of Senhorita Hortencia, the naked American woman sighed happily at the memories.

"That was quite an evening," she said fondly. "Now then, I should warn you girls that we suspect that raising these boas this way may give them a bit of a taste for little girls, so they might try to eat you someday, too. After all, it's only fair that they get to put you inside their belly after all the times they'll be inside yours, don't you think?"

Many of the girls laughed, thinking that the crazy foreigner must be teasing them, but more than a few nodded their little heads seriously like childish sages. They spent the rest of the day asking about the boa and learning everything they could from the scientist. At the end of the school day, Senhorita Hortencia instructed the girls to get dressed, head home and spend the evening getting better acquainted with their special babies.

The next weeks and months were a time of adjustment for the new young reptile foster mothers and their teacher. They typically spent at least part of each school day discussing how the snakelets were fairing and sharing their experiences. Dr Reese came down to check up on them often, and was pleased with how well the girls were caring for the rapidly growing snakes.

Of course, not everything went perfectly and there were a few unfortunate incidents. In one case, a snakelet got lost, and some others died of natural causes. The girls who had been put in charge of these baby snakes were devastated by these losses, and their classmates who had chanced to receive multiple baby snakes generously shared one, so they were all able to continue caring for the young boas. On her next visit, Dr Reese assured the class that the deaths were expected, and that in the wild only a few of the baby snakes would survive their first year. They all learned valuable lessons about the seriousness of raising young animals and the hardships of living in the jungle from these experiences.

On a lighter note, the girls also quickly learned the freedom which baggy clothing gave their little residents. Beyond that, they pestered the principal until they got permission to go naked in the classrooms, since that gave the snakelets even more access to their bodies. Their teacher quietly copied the girls' wardrobe, including in the classroom, so the teacher and her students found themselves keeping somewhat apart from the rest of the school, but this only led them to bond more strongly over their shared growing love for their reptilian companions.

Whenever Senhorita Amy came to visit, she always ended up staying at Senhorita Horticia's home, but the girls all accepted this as natural and expected, none of them thinking to question why she would want to stay in the meager one bedroom house with their teacher until years later, after they had been spotted kissing in the hallway.

As the snakes developed, so did the girls. When Dr Reese visited to check on them at the start of their fifth grade, she was impressed to see the ten year old girls easily accepting the snakes into their bodies, even though the snakes had grown girthy enough to be a bit of a challenge for an adult woman, such as herself and their faithful teacher. The girls' pliable, growing bodies had shaped themselves to accommodate the continual traversal of the serpentine creatures, and so they reported no discomfort at all. Most of the girls tended to appear quite pregnant whenever their resident snake was inside them, but this did not bother any of them in the slightest.

The girls had also bonded quite strongly with their snake companions. Dr Amy was very much amused when a few of the girls proudly showed off their ability to swallow a live frog while their snake was in their womb or ass. The snake would soon emerge and follow the sounds to the girls' mouths to seek out and consume the frog splashing in their stomachs.

The scientist told all the girls that the snakes were technically adults now, but that it was probably best to allow them to continue living together until the snake decided for itself that it was time to live on its own. The woman herself had chosen to continue carrying Jackson, even though he was one year older than the young adult snakes the girls were nurturing.

"How will we know when they are ready?" asked one girl.

"Well," answered the American with a grin, "I don't think you need to worry about missing that signal. I believe that when your snake is ready to move on, it will swallow and digest you. After that, it should be allowed to go free in the jungle. Honestly, that's what I've been hoping for for the past three years, since that will be a sure way of boosting this endangered species' numbers in its natural habitat."

The girls chatted animatedly in response to that, although none of them seemed particularly surprised or upset by it. Indeed, every one of them had thought many times in the past few years of what it might be like to become a meal for their precious companion.

The scientist encouraged the girls to let the semi-aquatic snakes spend more time at the riverbank or the outskirts of the jungle, in order to ensure that they would be prepared to live in those environments. The girls had long since taken up the habit of allowing the boas to hunt for prey on their own on short excursions in the fields, finding that it was easier to let them feed themselves than to try to obtain enough food for the hungry predators, so this wouldn't be that big of a change for their routines.

It was near the end of that school year that one of the girls staggered into the classroom well after the bell had rung, and with a considerably larger belly than usual. As her classmates crowded around, she explained what had happened.

"Precious little Paulo ate my baby sister last night," she explained wearily. "None of us noticed until this morning. I did wake up in the night when he slid back into my pussy because of how hard it was for him to fit, but I thought maybe he just ate a cat or a marmoset. Oh, holy mother, I'm so full!"

She explained that her parents had been upset and wanted her to stay home in bed, at least until the meal had digested, but she had convinced them to let her go to school to show off her huge belly.

That seemed to signal the start of a major change for the girls and their snakes. The snakes would occasionally swallow prey too big to fit inside the girls, so they would have to make do by hanging off their shoulders or being carried in their arms. Even when the recently fed snakes were able to fit inside their human hosts, it was often a stretch to accommodate the girthy reptiles for at least a few days after each meal.

Things continued like this for another year and a half before the moment they had all been expecting. One girl simply failed to show up for school one day, and when her friends went to check on her, they found her snake under her bed with a definitely girl-shaped lump in its middle. After consulting with their teacher, the students guided the saturnine snake outside to a sheltered location and bade it goodbye.

The second snake to become independent from its loving foster mother chose to do so at school. Once it began swallowing the girl's feet, the whole class gathered to watch. She was one of the smaller girls in class, which is likely why she happened to be eaten before most of her peers. She was already naked and all the girls had been avoiding wearing jewelry for some time, so when she realized that her darling snake intended to swallow her, she just moved out of her seat to the floor to make it easier for the snake to consume her. A few of the girls remembered to record the meal on their phones, knowing that Dr Reese would like to see the special event. Just before her head disappeared into the snake's mouth, the ecstatic girl said her farewells to her friends and made them promise to help the snake get safely to the jungle.

After this, the whole school was buzzing with speculations about which girl would be next to become snake food. Dr Reese and a few of her colleagues flew down as soon as she heard the news, determined to document everything about the girls' final moments with their beloved snakes and their journey into the wild. They took many careful measurements and photos of both the girls and snakes, and got permission to mount cameras in the classrooms and even in several of the girls' bedrooms. Most of the girls began sealing their bedroom doors and windows at night and refusing to allow their snake to go out hunting, hoping that they would become hungry enough to swallow them. That month proved to be the last for more than half the class.

One girl who shared a room with two sisters was quite upset when her snake chose to consume one of them rather than her, and cried claiming that her 'little iara' didn't love her any more. Her dwindling pool of living friends consoled her, but she was just upset all over again when iara swallowed her other sister a month later. She did finally get her happy ending the month after next, much to the relief of everyone involved.

The scientists managed to record seven more of the girls getting swallowed, and somehow the videos got leaked online. They immediately went viral, accumulating many millions of views, despite the challenges in initially finding their way to a platform which would allow uncensored footage of naked twelve year old girls getting eaten alive to remain on their website. The most popular of the videos by far proved to be the one of twelve year old Requel, who spent the entire time frantically rubbing her pussy and earnestly voicing her love for her "Davi", while encouraging him to eat her and grow big and strong. Much to Dr Reese's joy, these online sensations prompted many other young girls to take an interest in large snakes, so the California Exotic Wildlife Institute and other such organizations were flooded with messages from girls volunteering to help raise baby boa constrictors.

Once the last of the tween girls had been consumed, Hortencia decided to retire from teaching and moved to California with her snake to assist Amy Reese with her research on the Burrowing Boa. In an interview, both women confirmed that they would happily allow their boas to eat them, but given that they were both significantly larger than a pre-teen girl, it would likely be at least five more years before their own snakes had grown large enough.

"In the meantime," said Dr Reese, "Hortie and I plan to help many more newborn Burrowing Boas to get off to a great start with a caring young foster mother. We have high hopes that we can start a movement to bring this extraordinary creature back from the brink of extinction."

If you visit the Institute today, you won't find either of these snake loving women, but you will find another breeding pair of Burrowing Boas, and the staff always winks and assures visitors that Dr Amanda Reese and Mrs Hortencia Reese had indeed contributed bountiful life to the now famous snake species.

>>27435
omg, this is sooooo good

loved it, very good, quite ingenious

>>27435
Snakes getting into girls' stomachs wasn't exactly to my taste, but I love the idea of girls letting their pets live in their wombs, as well as the idea of girls raising pets with the end goal of those pets eating the girls. In terms of presentation the story feels a little bit like a retelling, distanced somewhat from the immediate events or character feelings in a moment, but it also lets to tell a story that spans a lot of time without turning it into a novel. I lack the ability to write like that, so in my story you'll never see "over the following weeks this and that happened, and then for another year things evolved gradually, and that's how we arrive at this next point". I guess my mosaic-thinking mind just can't seize such timespans and long slow progression. Still, I think this story could benefit from having maybe a side-story that would follow more closely and intimately one particular girl in more immediate and elaborate action, like tell about her day taking care of her snake, going to school, discussing with other girls how another one of them got eaten, wondering when she will finally get eaten, getting home and doing some everyday things while the snake is also involved somehow, and then by the end of the day the snake starts eating her, and it's described in detail, not just the physics of the process, but the girls emotions about it, maybe her family that we come to know throughout the story comes to watch and congratulate her, etc. That sort of thing is what I feel is lacking from this story. But aside from that it was great.

This snake story was quite a fun read. I quite enjoyed the creativity of it.

If I could offer one bit of criticism its only that it was exotic without really being erotic or sensual. There was little mention about how sexy it might have felt to have a snake slither up and out of your pussy, for example, or living inside you for that matter. Even the end result of the snakes eating the girls, was just a mechanical thing for nourishment and neither the snake nor the girl seemed to particularly enjoy the act or care much about it happening. In my own headcannon, the girls agreed to be breeders because it's an intensely pleasurable experience and the final act of being devoured by your snake the ultimate thrill they each look forward to.

Still, it was an enjoyable read and thank you very much for sharing it.

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Thank you both for the feedback! I agree that this would have been better with some more personal & sensual details. I mostly shied away from that here because of the necessary time scale and number of characters, so I was worried that it might turn into an epic. I have other unfinished stories that ended up far longer than intended and I have trouble finding the energy to finish something that big unless I really love it.

I like the idea of focusing on one girl and putting in little vignettes from her life. That would have offered a good balance between showing detail and not blowing this up into a novel.

Oddly, I personally find vore in general to be intriguing and exotic, but only tangentially find it to be erotic. Obviously, that is having a pretty big impact on my vore stories: they tend to be a lot more dry, with limited focus on sex. There were plenty of easy opportunities for sexual experiences in this one which I overlooked, so I'll try to keep more of an eye out for them in future vore stories.

This snake story was still quite fun and I would be very much up for it being expanded upon. I just realized that the snakes leaving once they reach adulthood also means they should simultaneously be of breeding age. There could be an explanation of why they need to devour the young girl at this stage as the girl's meat and hormones help kick start the snakes breeding cycle, since the girls are also going through puberty at this time. It can be portrayed as an honorable sacrifice and a pleasurable experience and unique to the girls as Adult women do not have the same hormones and so can't provide the snakes the same level of nourishment.

Oh, perhaps 2 snakes who had recently devoured girls other than their hosts, are ready to breed so the girls have to use them as living strapons. Or perhaps the snakes coil around their legs to control their walk to lead them to potential mates.

Perhaps the snakes don't really need to eat the entire girl and one just devours her ovaries and decides to mate with his host instead. Nesting in her womb and fucking her ass and mouth when horny and emerging to suckle on her breasts when hungry.

Dunno, just spitballing ideas for you. =P. And hope to see more of your stories!

Gogi-gui Girl
Tags: cannibalism, futanari x female, incest, mind control, (sort of) consensual

"Gogi-gui" is Korean for "grilled meat" and is the proper name for what is commonly called "Korean barbecue." If you've never been to a Korean barbecue restaurant, hopefully the partial description partway through the story will be enough to get the picture of how that unique dining experience normally works, give or take a meatgirl.

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"I can't believe Jeff would even suggest we go to a meatgirl steakhouse," Sarang complained to her fellow waitresses. "I mean, he knows they kill girls to get that meat, right?"

The three of them were chatting about the twenty-one year old Sarang's long time boyfriend just inside the kitchen while they waited for their orders to be ready. If the boss caught them goofing off, he'd order them back out onto the restaurant floor, but the evening rush hadn't really started, so for the moment he wasn't watching them that closely.

"You know," said Hana conspiratorially, "a lot of the high end meatgirl places give a big discount if you bring your own meat. My girlfriend says she ate her sister at Le Femme Fatale that way years ago. You sure he isn't actually trying to use you to get a cheap fancy meal?"

"What?" said Sarang. "No way. Well, I'm pretty sure. Crap, you don't really think he would do that to me, do you?"

"Calm down, girl," Regina soothed. "You and I have been friends since the 9th grade and I've known your dreamboat boyfriend for even longer than that. I don't think he's the type to trick a girl like that. But if he does, remember to ask him if he can save some leftovers for me. I'd love to get a bite of your grade A ass."

Regina licked Sarang's neck playfully, making her yelp and jump back. Just then the heavyset chef pointedly set down a couple dishes of raw pork and chicken on the counter next to them.

"More like grade B boobs," joked Hana. "Oh, my order is ready," and she scooped up the plates to take out to the couple at table 9.

Before Sarang could think of a retort, the front door chimed. With a parting jab at Regina's arm, Sarang stepped out to greet the new customers.

"Hello," she called out as she reached the podium by the entrance, "Welcome to Gogi Korean Barbecue!"

She almost tripped as she got a look at the two towering women- no, make that two futas, standing just inside the door. They were nearly identical, to the point that she initially took them for twins. They both had their auburn hair styled a swirling updo and their elegant close fit black dresses were mirror images of each other, with a wide slit up one side running all the way to their ribs. What had caught Sarang's attention was that the dresses had cleavage that swooped so low that they left the breasts practically completely exposed, clearly having been designed to support the pairs of G cups from below without any pretence of modesty. Well, she was also fixated on the unmistakable outlines of the semi-hard cocks tenting the entire fronts of their dresses.

"Hi," said the younger one, "we have a reservation for two under 'Barnett'."

When Sarang got a hold of herself, she noticed two clear distinguishing features: one appeared to be in her early twenties and the other was at least a decade older, and the older one was definitely pregnant. The pregnant one had a large dark patch all along the hem of her dress near the bulge of her cock tip, which Sarang realized must be precum leaking out of her cock.

"Yes," she said, unconsciously licking her lips. "One moment."

In the back of her mind, Sarang vaguely recalled a scene from that cringey sex ed video in highschool about pregnant futanaris being dangerously seductive, but laughed it off.

I'm only interested in guys, so whatever BS charm they're supposed to have won't even work on me, she told herself.

Forcing herself to tear her eyes away from the pair, she tapped a few buttons on the tablet to check them in and grabbed two menus.

"Follow me," she rasped, looking at the older futa. "Please."

The futas smiled, gracefully locked arms, and glided after the unsettled waitress.

As she led them, Sarang reflected on how lucky futas were to be able to get away with such revealing clothes. She knew it hadn’t always been that way, but some futas' libido had proved to be so powerful that they genuinely struggled with the concept that public sex with a willing partner wasn't socially acceptable. Eventually the police pretty much just gave up trying to enforce the old modesty and public decency laws. By contrast, Sarang had skipped wearing a bra today, so her suddenly erect nipples were faintly visible through her thin white uniform blouse, and she had left the top three buttons undone, which she considered to be her limit of a daring public outfit. At least while sober.

Damn, those dresses are hot, she thought to herself as she led them to a table. I would never have the guts to go out wearing something that revealing. Imagining that must be what has me so turned on, she tried to convince herself.

Everyone in the little restaurant noticed them as they made their way to table 8, especially the couple across the aisle at table 9. Rosalie had to reach around and shove a hot slice of spicy chicken from her plate into Caleb's gaping mouth before he would turn back towards her. Until the newcomers had come in, she had been getting him to put in some real effort to wait on her hand and foot, but suddenly she found that she was having to fight for her date’s attention.

When Sarang leaned across to set a menu in front of the younger futa, her face came close to the older futa and she got a deep whiff of an unfamiliar, yet tantalizing scent. She froze for a moment looking into the pregnant futa’s cleavage. With a start, she realized what she was doing and pulled back quickly, red faced. Her arousal had suddenly doubled, although she had no idea why.

"Looks like you caught another yummy girl, Ridley," said the younger futa primly, with a trace of amusement.

"Now, now, dearie," the older said, patting Sarang on the arm. "Don't let my wife get to you."

"Oh, are you married or sisters or..?" inquired their waitress, casually holding her order pad upside down and trying to write on it with the blunt end of her pencil.

The older one smiled warmly. "Yes, my daughter and I are married. I had her on my own when I was a teen and thought I would always just be a solo parent, but when my little Blake grew up into big, sexy Blake, we fell in love."

Her daughter picked up the narrative. "After she knocked me up, we realized that we never wanted to be apart, so Mom proposed to me at this very restaurant five years ago today!" she glowed.

The incestuous couple kissed deeply. Sarang turned around her pencil and scribbled on the pad as she replied.

"Well, you're very hot– I mean you're a sexy couple. Happy anniversary tits you! Oh, gosh. Sorry, sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me today."

The futa couple just laughed. Sarang looked at her pad and realized that she had just drawn three hearts and a meaningless squiggle, and also that she hadn't asked for their orders yet, anyway.

"So, have you been here before or do you need me to explain how this works," she asked.

The wait staff was used to customers having questions about the ordering process or the round gas grill in the middle of each table which the guests use to cook their own food.

The futa milf smiled patiently and said, "We haven't been here since I asked Blake to marry me, but I think we remember the basics."

"Right, right, sorry. Of course," Sarang rushed to apologize. "What can I get you to drink, then?"

"You wouldn't happen to have milk, would you?" asked the milf, cupping Sarang's breast firmly.

"I.. uh, milk?" said the flustered woman. "Yes, I'm sure we must have milk in the fridge in the kitchen. I've seen it in a big jug."

She mentally kicked herself for saying something else stupid as the milf unbuttoned the white blouse of her uniform. Blake smirked at them as her mother/wife squeezed their waitress's teats appraisingly.

"Mom means do you have milk in those adorable boobs."

After the meaning of that statement percolated into her mind, Sarang looked expectantly down at her perky C cup breasts to see if any milk would appear.

"It seems not," said Ridley after a few rippling strokes of her fingers. "We'll just have water, then."

Sarang seemed to be the most disappointed of the three of them.

"Sorry I couldn't give you what you wanted." She finally remembered, "Oh, yes, I'm not lactating. I've never had a baby."

"Quite alright, sweetmeat," said the milf.

The waitress made a note on her pad, even though she normally didn't bother to write anything for just ice water.

"Do you know what kinds of meat you want to order? It's all you can eat, and you can have anything on the menu," she managed to say without mixing up the usual line, more out of reflex than anything else.

"Mmm, she looks delicious, Mom," purred Blake, snuggling up to her wife.

"Yes, I think we'll have girl meat, dearie," declared Ridley pleasantly.

Sarang nodded vigorously and wrote "girl meat" on her pad. She stared at the words for a moment, trying to work out what was wrong with them.

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry, we don't have girl meat on the menu. We have pork, chicken, shrimp, uhm.., beef, pork, calamari, tits- no wait, uhm."

She got lost in the milf's expansive breasts for a while, looking confused. The futa mother pinched Sarang's nipple to break her out of the trance.

"Don't worry," Ridley said, "you've got everything we want right here. These pretty little titties will do nicely."

"My little titties? You mean you’ll eat my tits?" she moaned. The milf was still toying with her nipple, which was making it really hard to think clearly.

Sarang did just say that tits were on the menu, didn't she? She told herself that she was just confused by the order because she was so excited to be topless in public, like these sexy customers.

"Mmmm. Yes," said the milf. "Thank you for offering them. I'm sure these soft, succulent breasts of yours will be positively delicious, dearie. I can't imagine a better meal for me and my horny wife to eat on this special occasion."

"Oh, wow!" Sarang beamed at the compliment. "Thank you. I'm so glad you like them."

When the milf let go of her nipple, the waitress excused herself to get their water. When she came back a moment later something was still nagging at the back of her mind.

"Sauce!" she blurted out, incorrectly concluding that the problem troubling her was that she had failed to bring out the complementary collection of sides and sauces.

She immediately ran to the kitchen without explanation, her open blouse flapping around her shoulders as she moved. When she came back she was carrying a tray with a selection of sauces and small dishes loaded with rice, kimchi, pickled radish and other sides. She successfully described each dish as she placed them on the table, then lit the grill to get it warming up.

"I'll go place your order with the kitchen," she said eagerly, rushing off again before they could say anything.

Across the aisle at table 9, Rosalie pulled off her filly shirt, drawing Caleb's attention in her direction. She was getting rather annoyed at how hard she was having to work to keep him from just staring at the excitement at the other table. She had made him ask her twice before agreeing to this date and hadn't allowed herself to show any interest in him previously, but it was looking like playing hard to get wasn't going to work any more. In any case, there was no way she was going to let some futa bimbos steal her date right in front of her. When she smiled and opened her mouth for the bite of grilled pork she requested, he actually gave it to her, so for the moment she figured her breasts spilling out of her lacy bra were enough to hold him, even if the bimbos' melons were a size or two bigger.

Back in the kitchen, Sarang ran right into the manager as she turned away from the kitchen's computer interface.

"What are you doing?" yelled the man. "Why is your uniform out of order?"

Sarang looked relieved, apparently not listening to his scolding.

"Oh, good, boss, I found you! I need help putting a special order into the register. How do I select 'tits' for the meat?"

The manager sighed, grasping the situation immediately. "Let's go talk to the customer."

With only a brief glance around first, he walked directly towards the busty couple making out at table 8, Sarang following curiously behind him. Blake had folded open the skirt of her mother's dress and was gently stroking her impressive girl dick while they kissed, heedless of the other customers watching.

"Pardon me," said the manager pleasantly. "I'm Hyung Jang, manager of this restaurant. If I'm not mistaken, I believe one of you lovely futas is pregnant?" he asked carefully.

The pregnant milf slowly pulled out of kissing her daughter and turned her smile on the manager. "Yes, that would be me. Is there a problem?"

"Well, that depends," he said mildly. "I take it that you've requested to eat one of my staff. If she were thinking straight, I'm sure Sarang here would have told you that girl meat of any kind isn't on our regular menu."

"Oh! Oh, dear, I see," the futa said. "My pregnancy pheromones must be quite strong by now. My wife and I have been getting rather frisky, since it's our engagement anniversary, so I'm probably having quite an effect on the poor girl."

She gestured down to where her daughter/wife was still slowly jacking her off, coating her lap in even more clear precum.

Looking at Sarang, Ridley said, "It's alright if you don't want to be our meal, sweetie; I understand."

Sarang looked alarmed.

"What? Please, aren't you going to eat me? I love you," she pleaded, without even realizing her sudden confession. "Am I not good enough? I know my boobs aren't very big by futa standards, but I've always tried to take good care of them."

She was almost in tears when both futas got up and embraced the shorter woman.

"Shh. There, there," said Blake. "We'd love to eat you."

"Yes," added her mother. "You've been making me hungry ever since we got here. I think your tits will make an excellent bbq."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" bubbled up from the center of boob heaven.

Hyung sighed. He, and Hana who was watching from where she had just seated a group at table 5, were both more than a little jealous that they weren't the ones surrounded by such extraordinary breasts.

"If the girl is so determined to get eaten, I won't prevent it," he said. "My futa sister-in-law affected girls the same way when she got pregnant, so I understand. But, there are still some minor matters to discuss."

He waved over Regina to join them, which wasn't difficult, since she was busy pretending to wipe down a nearby table that was already spotless.

"First off," the manager said, "there is the price. As I said, my wait staff aren't listed on the normal menu, but this sort of thing does happen occasionally, so we have policies for this. Since eating her would leave me short staffed on a busy evening like tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to charge you triple the usual rate for a barbecue dinner for two."

The futas released their blushing meal and took their seats again.

"Yes, naturally," said the more mature futa. "We are getting some premium meat, after all."

Hyung continued, "Feel free to take home the leftover meat, if you want her. A half eaten waitress isn't going to be much use to me, since she can't work and meatgirl isn't something normally ordered here."

Sarang squirmed, rubbing her thighs together at the thought of going home with these incredible futas.

"Well, thank you," said Blake graciously, "that's very generous of you, sir."

"Finally," concluded the manager, putting a hand on Regina's shoulder, "Regina here will be your waitress."

He leaned close and whispered to her, "You and Hana can split all the tips today."

She grinned broadly at the couple. "Hi! It'll be my pleasure to serve you."

"But, boss," pouted Sarang, "I'm their waitress."

Hyung Jang sighed, yet again. "No, you're their meat. You can't bring them more sides while you are busy getting cooked, can you?"

"Ooooh, yeah."

"Now that that's sorted," said the manager with a bow, "I'll leave you ladies to your meal."

On his way to the back of the restaurant he noticed that Hana had a hand down her pants and was obviously mastrabating next to the equally distracted group of three girls and a futa sitting at table 5. He slapped her ass and reminded her that she was on the clock before disappearing into his office.

The sharp sound of that hand against Hana's ass also reminded many of the other guests that it was rude to just sit and stare at the events at table 8. To Rosalie’s consternation, this did not include Caleb, so she realized that she was going to have to step up her game. With a mental sigh, she noticed that his pants had a definite tent, so she unzipped him and started stroking his rigid cock under the table. He turned to give her better access and then put the last few strips of raw pork on their grill.

"Can I get you anything else?" Regina asked the futa couple, eager to earn her tip from the well dressed pair.

Ridley eyed her D cups thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you would happen to be lactating, would you?"

"Sorry, 'fraid not," Regina said regretfully.

"In that case, I think we're good for now," the milf dismissed her. "Now, let's get those tits on the grill, sweetmeat."

"Yeah, ok," said Sarang happily.

Regina collected the unopened menus and her friend's blouse, then moved back to watch. Sarang wrapped both hands around her tits, but then looked troubled when she realized that they didn't come off when she gently tugged them.

"Uhm, sorry, I've never cooked my tits before. How do I do this?"

"You don't have to take them off," said Blake, hiding her smirk behind her hand. "Just lie down with your tits on the grill."

"Oh, duh."

Sarang made an effort to concentrate and avoid more dumb mistakes. She moved to the empty side of the table across from the couple and looked down. There were a few dishes with various sauces which would get spilled if she just bent over, so she carefully moved them out of the way before a glimmer of a thought surfaced in her mind.

"Oh, I need to put sauce on my boobs first, don't I?" she declared, proud of her brilliant insight. "What kind do you want?"

Blake studied the small bowls of liquid. "You said this red one was spicy, right? And the brown one was sweet. How about we make one tit spicy and the other sweet?"

Her mother nodded, "That sounds wonderful."

"Mmm, yeah, nice choices," said the meat. "Ok, gochujang on the left boob and honey bbq on the right."

She carefully coated both breasts in the correct sauces and looked anxiously at the smooth metal surface on the hot grill. After a glance at Ridley and Blake's hungry eyes, she took a deep breath and bent over, pressing both breasts onto the hot surface. At the flare of pain from that first contact, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, determined to give them the meal they desired.

Just after she let all her weight rest on the table, Sarang was surprised to feel something warm and soft touch her face. Cracking her eyes open revealed that the pregnant milf had gently tapped her face with the head of her girl cock, smearing a drop of precum on her lips. She immediately licked up the potent drop of liquid pheromones and popped her mouth wide open to accept more. Ridley carefully eased her large cock into the meatgirl's mouth, not stopping until it touched Sarang's throat. Sarang forgot all about the pain in her tits as she focused completely on being a good face-fuck onahole for the horny futa. When Blake circled the table and pulled off Sarang's pants and soggy panties, the meatgirl didn't even notice until the younger futa started pistoning into her sopping cunt.

Across the aisle, Rosalie was really starting to get frustrated. Caleb had let their last piece of pork get burnt on the grill unnoticed, and clearly wasn't paying attention to his date at all either.

Ah, fuck, their having sex now?! she groaned internally, as she stopped stroking his cock. I've got to step it up or he's liable to forget I'm here at all. Well, this had better work…

She pushed back his chair, which made him look at her again, and then she slowly lowered her head onto his rock hard dick. She was proud of her blowjob skills, and had dropped hints that she could deepthroat a guy, but hadn't intended to prove that to him until much later, probably no sooner than a week after this date. When her nose reached his pubes, he let out a groan and set one hand on the back of her head. She counted her lucky stars that he wasn't as big as the futa cocks that dumb waitress was getting pulverized by, then tried to concentrate on her technique.

Blake and her mother had settled into a rhythm, clapping their hips into their dizzy meal from both ends at the same time. Right after Ridley gave the overloaded girl a chance to gasp in a few breaths, the couple leaned in and kissed over the table and the cock spitted meatgirl.

"My, this is wonderful, daughter dear," panted the mother. "I'm so glad you suggested we come back here. Hehe, this is pretty much just like last time."

"Yeah, Mom," the daughter moaned, then giggled. "Except that this time you're the pregnant one who seduced the cute waitress. I hope this one tastes just as good."

"Mmm, yes, I'm sure she'll be great, dear. Be sure you tenderize that pussy well: we might have it for dessert."

When Ridley came a few minutes later, Sarang very nearly passed out while she struggled to swallow the seemingly endless load. The overwhelming stimulation Sarang was receiving from every direction also threw her into an orgasm of her own.

"Oh, Ridley!" moaned Blake. "Are you cumming in our meatgirl? That's so hot, I think I'm going to cum, too!"

When Rosalie heard that, she sensed Caleb tense up like he might cum as well. She immediately lifted her head and saw that he was staring at the orgasming couple yet again. With a growl, Rosalie dragged her date's chair around to face completely away from the aisle. When he was facing her, she tore off her skirt and panties and very deliberately impaled her tight cunt on his dick. As wet and turned on as she was, she actually took him all the way on the first stroke, then started working her kegel muscles as she built up speed on the next few thrusts.

He is not going to cum from watching someone else fuck while he's on a date with me, she thought fiercely.

Goddamn, this is the best first date ever, was all that crossed Caleb's mind as he started playing with Rosalie's tits behind her bra.

Although she would never admit it, Rosalie discovered that one advantage of their new position was that she could still clearly see the ruthless rutting going on behind Caleb, even though her date could only see her. As usual for horny futas, they had stayed hard after cumming and barely gave the battered waitress-turned-meal a break while trading fuckholes. Without really meaning to, Rosalie soon found herself matching rhythms with the infatigable futa couple and their meatgirl.

When the manager came out of his office, he yelled at Hana again for fingering herself when she should be working, then went to ask Regina why so many orders were piling up on the ready-shelf in the kitchen.

"Psst, hey," said one of the girls at table 5 to Hana. "Want me to eat you out? He can't yell at you if it's for a customer, right?"

Hana didn't think twice before setting down the dish of teriyaki chicken in her hand at Caleb and Rosalie's table, then rushing over and dropping her pants to her ankles.

Not counting Sarang, who couldn't tell one orgasm from the next any more, Rosalie was the next one in the restaurant to cum. She had accidentally imagined joining the threeway, trading Caleb's dick in for the horse cock Blake was sporting, which finally sent her over the edge. Her thrusting hips became erratic for a while as she rode out her orgasm, before settling down with her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. It occurred to her that Caleb had somehow not cum yet, which she figured was the most impressive thing he'd done all evening, so she shifted back and locked lustful eyes with him as she started fucking him once more.

Meanwhile, Blake was loving the look of her mother's exposed tits swaying and the feel of the meatgirl's tight throat around her cock. Sensing that the meat was probably almost done cooking, she concentrated on accelerating her own pleasure for a while, using the meat's mouthpussy with abandon. When the meat began to move more frantically, needing air, Blake reached her tipping point and unleashed a massive load of cum directly into Sarang's stomach with a wordless cry. When Blake pulled out, the waitress didn't move at all for a couple heartbeats before wheezing in a breath and coughing up some cum.

"Whoops," said Blake. "That was kind of close: almost snuffed her."

"It was beautiful darling, so don't worry about nearly causing a little inconvenience," said her mother. "I just adore the face you make when you cum like that. Now, I think our dinner should be about done, so let's check on those juicy tits."

Ridley had to slap Sarang's ass quite hard three times before she responded to the command to sit up. The pregnant milf didn't want to pull her cock out of Sarang yet, so instead the couple helped the delirious girl sit down between them, Blake impaling her in the ass and Ridley staying in the meatgirl's pussy. With Sarang reclining against the younger futa, Ridley carved up both medium rare tits and spread the slices on their plates to cool.

The meat was a deep golden brown on the outside, but faded to red at the center of each wide slice. Both plates of meat were swimming in a mixture of the sauce applied and the meat's natural juices, with the combined aromas drifting up in visible wisps of steam. The futas' stomachs growled in anticipation while the incestuous wives kissed, with the smaller woman trapped between them.

Hana had been watching all this closely, and when she saw the first slice of meat come off her coworker, she grabbed the head of the girl eating her out and came so hard she saw stars. When she remembered to let the customer breathe, she immediately apologized for getting carried away and asked if the cutie would like her to return the favor.

"No, that's alright, see?" she replied, showing that she and the girl next to her had a hand in each other's shorts. "My sister and I have been fingering ourselves this whole time, so we're good. We could use some more calamari, though. Looks like the others ate it all while I was busy enjoying my private appetizer."

"So sorry! I'll get that right away," apologized Hana again. "I guess the boss has a point: I'd better get back to work for real."

Several more tables had been filled since Hana had dropped her pants, so Regina glared as her half naked coworker passed, while she took a drink order from a table in Hana's section.

Sarang had somewhat regained her senses by the time her tit slices had cooled enough to eat, so she watched in complete fascination as the couple fed each other pieces of her meat around her. When Blake pinched her clit, Sarang realized that the incredibly full feeling in her belly was caused by the two massive cocks inside her, so she started working herself up and down, fucking both of them. She moaned loudly as the couple talked past her about how good her grilled tits tasted.

Over at table 9, Caleb finally tensed up and came deep inside his date's pussy. This came as a relief to Rosalie, who was getting tired of doing all the hard work in their impromptu fuck. When he had recovered, Caleb kissed her, and she reacted by pushing back and looking at him in shock.

"What do you think you're doing kissing me?" she demanded. "We're only halfway through our first date, and I haven't even tried to hold hands yet."

Baffled, Caleb replied, "We just fucked. I thought we were having a moment."

She looked down at where his softening dick was still in her cunt.

"That's completely different," she said firmly, "that was a necessary precaution. Kissing and fucking are on entirely different relationship levels. I don't kiss any sooner than the end of the first date. And that's only if the date went well, which this has not."

Caleb was flummoxed by that bit of female logic. "You came all over my cock, but the date isn't going well?"

"I- that's not-" she stumbled. "Shut up and cook some more pork. I worked up an appetite."

"I think that's chicken," he corrected automatically, looking at the dish Hana had left them.

She glared.

"Ok, ok. I'll put it on the grill," he grumbled.

Although she was making a show of being mad at him, he noticed that rather than getting off his lap, she actually seemed to be trying to grind her cunt into his cock again, so he wasn't really buying the indignant damsel act.

Ridley and her daughter had stopped talking and were rapidly scarfing down Sarang's tit meat. Sarang bounced and squirmed her way to another orgasm just before Ridley shot another load of potent swimmers at her womb. The meatgirl didn't stop quaking and moving until after her breasts had been fully consumed, giving over her broken mind and body to the overlapping waves of orgasm the entire time.

"Mmm! Mom, that was delicious, but I'm still hungry for more," purred Blake. "Shall we start on her filet now?"

Ridley sighed contentedly. "It certainly was tasty, baby girl. But, I think that if we want the meat to walk to the car on her own, we should leave the legs and ass intact. How about we have half an arm now, then we can pan sear her cunt filet at home as a bedtime snack?"

Sarang moaned, and quivered out another minor orgasm, picking up that they were talking about eating her cunt.

"Yes, Mom," Blake conceded. "You do know best."

Ridley waved down Regina, who was delighted to finally be needed for something.

"Dearie," Ridley said when she got close, "could you bring us a blowtorch or maybe a heavy spatula we could heat on the grill? We're going to need something to cauterize the meat so she doesn't bleed out on your nice floor."

"Ah, I know just the thing," said Regina. "The surface on the grill is actually replaceable. We often swap it out mid-meal so the customer doesn't have to mix flavors with the things they previously cooked. I'd be glad to hold up your hot grill pan to cauterize her: just give me a second to grab the tool we use."

She was quickly back, holding a sort of short, thick fork with staggered teeth. She hooked the tool under the edge of the hot pan and lifted the pan slightly, then looked questioningly at Ridley.

"Ah, I see," said the milf. "You can set it down for a moment until I'm ready."

Working swiftly, Ridley cut around Sarang's right elbow, then slid the knife between the bones, separating her foreshank in one piece. Sarang cried out, but some wires must have gotten crossed in her head, because it sounded more like an orgasm than a cry of pain.

"There we go," said Blake, holding up the stump to keep Sarang from waving it around.

Regina quickly lifted the pan and pressed it to the open wound where her friend's arm ended. Sarang's vocalizations jumped two octaves, then she slumped back, unconscious. When Regina removed the hot metal, the meat had been seared cleanly shut.

"Very nicely done," said Ridley.

"Thanks! I'll get you a fresh pan to cook that on."

When their waitress got back, Ridley had deboned the shank and was carving it into strips while discussing sauces with her wife. Regina offered some recommendations on flavor combinations and the couple started grilling their second course.

Rosalie's naked lap dance had gotten Caleb hard again by the time they had finished off the teriyaki chicken. After asking Hana to bring them some beef, the couple returned to the topic of how the date was going, then Rosalie bit her lip thoughtfully and stood up. She sat down on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide and looked at Caleb with a serious expression.

"Ok," she said, "earlier when we were fucking, you somehow got me off before you came. If you can do that again, I'll reward you with a kiss."

She looked away, embarrassed at the last phrase. Caleb grinned hungrily.

Damn, it was a good thing I jerked off to some futa snuff porn to ease my tension while getting ready for this date, he thought quickly.

"You got it, babe!" he said out loud. "I'm gonna make you scream my name before this night is over."

Since he had just cum, and she was clearly still extremely horny, in no small part due to the pheromones clouding the air, it would be nearly impossible for him to lose this challenge. He stood up and slid his cock into her still sloppy cunt and began fucking her. Rosalie looked away to try to distract herself from cumming too soon, but her eyes quickly found Blake fucking the still unconscious meatgirl, which did nothing to reduce her arousal. When Hana dropped off the raw beef, Caleb put a couple slices on the grill right away to give himself something else to think about besides the way his date's pussy was squeezing his cock or the live snuff porn being enacted a few feet away.

After Blake came directly inside Sarang's womb, Ridley suggested setting aside the meatgirl to do some one on one bonding, to which Blake agreed. When Sarang awoke, she sat up blearily and saw the couple making out across the table from her, while slices of her arm meat were sizzling on the grill. Eventually she recovered enough of her wits to think to make herself useful, flipping over the cuts of meat when they got done on one side. She struggled to use the tongs left handed the first time, but then giggled when she realized how silly it was for her to avoid singeing her fingers while cooking her own arm, so she just used her bare hand on the meat from then on.

Rosalie began pushing back in time with Caleb's thrusts and was having a hard time looking away from the meatgirl cooking slices of her own meat. When Caleb slipped a hot piece of beef into her mouth, for a moment she mistook the rich, savory flavor for girl meat, which immediately sent her into an orgasm.

"Fuck, yes!" she yelled. "Oh, that's so good. Give it to me! Fuck!"

Caleb chuckled and dug his fingers into one of her large breasts, intensifying her pleasure even farther. He didn't slow down his cervix pounding or tit mauling until Rosalie begged him to let her rest, and even then he didn't stop fucking her entirely.

The restaurant had filled up by this point, so Hana and Regina had been too busy to stand around and watch their former coworker get eaten, but when Sarang removed the last of her foreshank from the grill, Regina appeared next to their table.

"Can I get you any more rice, or some other meat? Or maybe I could interest you in some dessert?" she said.

"No, no thank you," replied Blake. "We'll be having a cunt filet creampie at home, so I think we'll pass on dessert here."

Sarang was unable to suppress a loud moan at hearing that.

"You've been an absolute dear," the milf told Regina warmly. "You've helped us out with our special meal, even though it's your friend that we are eating. You know, we have so much leftover meat, I was thinking maybe you would like some with your tip."

"Really? Oh, thank you! I'd love some girl meat," gushed Regina. "Especially from my closest friend."

"Well, you've earned it," declared Ridley. "Fetch that thing you use to hold the hot metal along with our bill and I'll carve you out a nice roast."

Caleb decided it was time for them to also wrap up their meal. After asking Hana to bring their check, he started fucking Rosalie as fast as he could. She wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him by moaning into that kiss she'd promised him.

Hana and Regina were both delayed at the register while they argued about how to handle the girl meat tip. Finally the manager stepped in and settled their dispute.

"You’ll split the money evenly, but Regina gets the meat," he declared. "She did all the work at their table, so it's all hers."

A quitely grumbling Hana arrived back at table 9 just in time to watch Caleb's rhythm change to a stuttering two-step as he came inside his date for the second time. While Caleb paid the bill, Rosalie collected herself and got ready to leave. Her bra had ended up around her midriff, so it just needed to be pulled back into place before she put on her shirt. She stuffed her panties into her purse, then discovered that she had bent the clasp on her skirt beyond the point that it would latch, so that got stuffed in after the panties. She did make sure to put on her stilettos, since she knew that standing in them did fantastic things to curves of her legs and ass, and because they brought her closer to Caleb’s height.

When Caleb walked out with her, at first he had a possessive hand on her far hip, but before they made it out the door, his hand had slipped down to grip her bare ass cheek. They both paused outside on the sidewalk to take in a deep breath of air which wasn’t loaded with the heady scents of futa cum and girl meat.

"Hey, uh," Caleb began to say, looking between Rosalie's legs, but it was too late.

A large drop of his cum fell from her cunt onto her nice shoes, startling her.

"Ooopsie," she said. "Better take care of that."

She then cupped one hand under her pussy and clenched a few times to push out several more globs of cum onto her palm. She proceeded to spend the next thirty seconds absorbed in licking up every trace of cum from her hand, even sucking on her fingers. She moaned cutely each time she swallowed.

"Nice," whispered Caleb, as he slipped a finger into her cunt from behind.

Rosalie froze, mortified, suddenly remembering where she was.

"Oh my god!" she wailed quietly. "I can't believe I just did that right in front of you."

She yanked her skirt out of her purse and held it self-consciously in front of her groin, mostly obscuring it. She failed to notice that she dropped her panties on the pavement in the process, so Caleb scooped them up and stuffed the souvenir into his pocket. She also didn't try to dislodge his invading finger or cover her ass, so he continued slowly fingering her.

"It must be those damn pregnant futa pheromones," she muttered, reflexively humping his fingers. "They could probably make a fortune if they could find a way to bottle that stuff."

"Actually," Caleb said knowingly, "there is a cologne with those pheromones in it. They say it'll make your girl do absolutely anything you ask, especially if it sounds sexy. Maybe I should use some on our next date," he teased.

"What?!" Rosalie exclaimed. "Don't you dare! Tonight was bad enough! If you use that stuff on our date tomorrow night, I might lose control entirely!"

He raised an eyebrow at that. They hadn't actually agreed to a second date yet, so Caleb sensed an opportunity to capitalize on her pliable state of mind.

"Well… I don't know," he drawled. "It would be pretty easy for me to get up tomorrow morning and just spritz a bit of cologne on. You might not even be able to smell it, so you could fall under my control without even knowing it. I'd say the only sure way to keep me from doing that would be for me to stay over at your place. That way you could keep an eye on me and make sure I don't use any unauthorized cologne."

His fingers were kind of distracting, and she was almost positive that he had to be up to something, but her sex clouded brain couldn't find any flaws in his argument.

"Alright, fine," she said, "you can take me home. But I'm going to be watching you every second so you don't try to pull anything. And stay away from my roommate. She's always trying to talk me into a threeway, but I don't want to share. She's all mine, so you'll be sleeping on my side of the bed."

Caleb couldn't figure out what she was trying to say at the end of that, but the fact that she wasn't quite making sense promised that the rest of the night was going to be very interesting indeed. Also, he still had every intention of making her scream his name orgasmically.


Earlier at the futa couple's table, Regina apologized for making them wait when she got back with the check and the pan handling tool. Ridley waved off her apology and got to work on the tip. To Regina's delight, the milf carved up Sarang's left shoulder, removing the entire arm at the joint. It was a good thing Blake was holding the meatgirl tightly again, because she shook with an orgasm as soon as the knife sank in and only came harder when Regina cauterized her wound with the hot grill pan.

Sarang had some time to recover while Regina ran the credit card at the register. When it was time to leave, she was able to walk on her own, albeit somewhat unsteadily. Ridley and Blake made a pitstop to touch up their makeup before walking out, so Sarang and Regina had a moment to say their goodbyes.

"Hey, Sarang, is there anything you want me to tell Jeff?" asked Regina, cradling her girl meat tip.

It took Sarang a few seconds to remember her boyfriend, and when she did, she made a sour face.

"Fuck Jeff," she said. "I'll bet he just wanted to snuff and eat me, so as of now, I'm officially dumping him. I belong to mistress Ridley and mistress Blake until they snuff me. Hey, you've always thought Jeff was hot; he can be your boyfriend now."

Regina thought briefly of pointing out the inconsistency in that, but decided not to bother. She hugged her (formerly straight) friend, who surprised her with an open mouthed kiss. Sarang blushed afterwards.

"Well, I wanted to do something, and I don't have enough arm left to hug you back," she explained.

Regina grinned. "Lemme get a picture before you go, babe."

Sarang posed as best she could while her friend took a few quick pictures. The partially eaten meatgirl looked like a hot mess. No breasts, only half an arm, and streams of cum running steadily out of her cunt and ass. Her hair and makeup were a wreck, too. Regina would definitely rub one out to these picts in bed that night.

Just then Sarang's new owners came out of the restroom and headed for the door.

"Come along, dearie," said Ridley. "We need to get home and see if the sitter is still alive or if our little monster snuffed her. Our four year old takes after her mother, so I wouldn't put it past her."

"Mom, really now," groaned Blake. "I didn't snuff my babysitter until I was eleven. And she asked for it."

"I was actually talking about myself, honey," the milf replied. "I did something like that when I was her age. Either way, that sitter we got has a cute ass, so maybe we should have two cunt filet creampies for dessert."

Sarang raced to catch up, feeling a pang of jealousy at the thought that her mistress might eat some other meatgirl, so she didn't notice Regina playfully using her severed arm to wave goodbye.

"Goodbye," called the waitress. "Please come again soon!"

"Well, maybe not too soon," she said to herself after they left. "I'd like to have a romantic dinner of roast Sarang meat with Jeff before you snuff and eat me too. Wait, what am I saying?"

She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Damn, that old sex ed tape in highschool wasn't lying about pregnant futa pheromones, was it?"

A Perfectly Happy Quick Ending
Tags: loli, incest, cannibalism, lesbian, human pet, snuff, consensual

"Ahhh! Yes, baby! Fuuuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my wife fingered me to my eighth orgasm of the morning.

My gorgeous auburn haired wife grinned and kept her fingers working inside my cunt while I bucked into her slender hand. Once she saw that I had ridden that orgasm as far as it would take me, she slumped over on top of me, pressing her own naked body against mine.

"God, I love you, Sandy," I murmured.

"I love you too, my sexy, gainful bread-winning wife," she replied. "How are you liking your reward for being promoted to senior saleswoman?"

I kissed her for a long, familiar moment before answering.

"Perfect," I whispered. "But, if you try to 'reward' me any more right now, I think I'll melt into a big puddle of cum."

My twenty-seven year old wife giggled girlishly, then snuggled closer and just breathed through my tangled brown hair spread across the pillow, tickling my ear with her nose. I looked down at where the swells of our sweaty breasts interlocked and noticed a few smears of milk from my wife's laden teats and smiled. Even though I was the one who had borne our youngest daughter, Sandy had chosen to fully embrace her stay-at-home mom role and breastfed both our girls, leaving me free to pursue my career. A few days ago, my hard work paid off, and I got a promotion I'd been longing for for the last several years.

I exhaled a long, slow contented sigh. "I just thought of something, honey. My life is completely picture perfect. I have my dream job, a lovely suburban house in a good neighborhood and a sleek, reliable car. Not to mention two and a half adorable, healthy kids, if you count Puppy as half. And to top it off, I have the most beautiful wife in the world."

"Most beautiful in the world, huh?" she smirked. "Even with my morning head of hair in knots and my udders leaking milk all over you?"

I turned and kissed her nose. "Especially with your hair messed up and your tits full of motherly nourishment. My beautiful, sexy, perfect wife, my life has reached the absolute peak of happiness. That's why I think you and I should end it here."

Sandy looked genuinely horrified. "End it? You want a divorce? Cassie, you can't mean that."

"No, no, baby, never," I hastened to clarify. "I wouldn't think of ever leaving you: you and the girls mean everything to me. I'm saying that we should end our lives, not our marriage."

"Oh," said more calmly. She considered that for a moment. "But what about the girls?"

"We'll take them with us," I stated. "We can give them a nice little snuff party, eat them, then snuff ourselves. They're both young enough that it's easy to make them happy, so we can all go out with smiles."

"Hmm, that does sound nice." She thought quietly some more. "You're right, as usual, dear. We should go out on a high point, and this is the best our lives are ever going to get."

My wife and I kissed with a renewed passion, like it was our wedding night all over again, but without her being seven months pregnant. I thought that was leading towards orgasm number nine, or else number five for her, but when the kiss ended, Sandy abruptly got out of bed and headed for the hallway.

"Come on," she called, "if we are doing this, let's put our pet in the oven and get the girls ready to be snuffed."

I groaned softly. Once Sandy made up her mind on something, she didn't hesitate to act on it. That was how I wound up marrying the hottest homemaker I know nine years ago. I wouldn't have minded spending a bit more time in bed, but I rolled to my feet and followed her.

Sandy stopped to retrieve young Annie from her bedroom, but I continued on and found nine year old Elora in the living room with our pet girl, Puppy.

When I came into the room, Elora's muffled voice called out, "Mom, help! I can't move and she won't get off."

Our naked seventeen year old pet girl was on top of our oldest daughter, humping her leg and pressing her breasts into the young girl's face, pinning her to the floor. I smiled and grabbed the pet's collar and rolled her over, releasing my daughter. Elora promptly got on top of the horny pet and started fingering her vigorously.

"Thanks, Mom," she said before sucking on a pert breast.

Elora's skirt had been pushed up to around her midriff, and her entire lap was wet with the pet girl's cum. Puppy was probably worked up from listening to Sandy and me loudly fucking all morning, but then again she was constantly aroused these days, so this behaviour was hardly out of the ordinary.

The vet had done a great job on her three years earlier, when the girls' babysitter had volunteered to become our family pet. They had shortened her hind legs, removed her unneeded hands and higher intelligence, but left her playful nature, libido, and passionate love of young girls intact, along with enough memory to still be house broken and understand basic commands. Elora and her new "Puppy" had been inseparable playmates ever since.

"We've decided to snuff and cook Puppy for lunch," I told my daughter, sitting next to them. "So, let's hurry up and give her her final fuck together."

Elora looked up in surprise, but didn't object. I reached over and removed the pet girl's collar and Elora's clothes, then started massaging the pet’s B cup breasts. We were soon joined by Sandy and our naked six year old, who went directly for Puppy's tit's. We shuffled around a bit, until our daughters were each sucking one of the pet teen's boobs, while I ate out her cunt and Sandy breastfed the pet while complimenting her and telling her what a good meatgirl she was. With the whole family stimulating her, it didn't take long at all for our constantly horny pet to cum.

While Puppy was recovering, Sandy and I explained our full plan to the girls.

"After lunch," I told them, "we'll cook you two for our supper."

Annie looked at us with wide eyes, but Elora was still trying to figure out if I was pulling her leg.

"Really?" Elora asked.

"Yes," confirmed Sandy, "really, sweetmeat. We're going to feast on all of you, then we'll snuff ourselves, too. We've decided that this is how we'd like our family to end."

Elora was impressed. "Wow. Okay."

"Alright, girls," Sandy said, "Who wants to help put our pet girl in the oven?"

Both girls excitedly volunteered, then we coaxed Puppy into the kitchen. I picked up Puppy, then Annie, and placed them on the counter, while Elora climbed up on her own. While I was getting the girls organized, Sandy got out some instant stuffing mix and began melting a generous amount of butter to go with it. Annie and Elora pulled off Puppy's rubber paws from all four leg stumps and then I had Annie sit on the pet's lower legs and Elora sit on her chest, pinning her down with their weight.

Sandy set an empty container and the big bowl of stuffing next to the meatgirl. She then kissed me and the girls, and held a carving knife before Puppy’s face and tenderly kissed her, too.

"Bye, Puppy," she said softly. "You've been a wonderful, delicious pet. Time to snuff you, girl."

"Bye." Annie waved adorably.

Puppy smiled and licked Sandy's hand submissively, showing that she understood and accepted that she was going to be butchered.

I decided to have Elora sit on Puppy's face instead, then I put my hand on Puppy's breasts and toyed with her nipples while pressing down to help keep her from moving. After rubbing the handle on Puppy's clit a few times, Sandy turned the knife and pushed it into her cunt, then used the sharp edge to extend her slit all the way up to her ribs. Our pet whined at the pain, but continued to probe her tongue into Elora's pussy, determined to show her submissiveness. With a little help from our six year old, Sandy scooped out Puppy's organs into the empty container, then packed her with stuffing. Some quick stitches of cooking twine on a big needle closed up her belly, completing the transformation from pet to meatgirl. After moving her to our largest roasting pan and coating her in more liquid butter, she was ready for the oven.

Once the roast was in the oven, Sandy took Annie to take a bath. Elora dragged a chair over and just sat watching the dying meatgirl through the glass door.

I put an arm around her. "How're you feeling about this, sweetie?" I asked gently.

The nine year old looked at me and grinned. "Kinda horny. And a bit hungry. This is really hot. And Puppy looks like she's gonna taste really good, Mom."

I grinned back with a twinkle in my eye, starting to massage her body.

"That's going to be you in that oven a little later today, you know, honey ham."

She inhaled sharply and her eyes got a little wider.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered, looking back at the red glow over the meatgirl.

She started rubbing her thighs together until I knelt next to her and pushed her knees apart. When my tongue made contact with her cunt, she moaned in a sexy, childish way. She was noticeably wet from Puppy eating her out just a couple minutes ago, so her pussy had a light taste of her arousal. While massaging her clit with my finger, I continued working my tongue and lips on her tender fillet, unhurriedly building her to an orgasm. When she finally came, she made an adorable squeak and clamped her thighs on my head, holding me in place.

After cumming, she relaxed completely, slumping in the chair. I left her to go find Sandy, who was just getting out of the bath with Annie.

"Hey sexy,” Sandy said when she saw me, “our messy little meatgirl and I are all squeaky clean now. By the way, love, have you thought of a fun way for us to snuff ourselves, when the time comes?"

"Oh, right," I murmured. "I've thought about it and I think I have an idea, if you don't mind me ruining a couple of our good steak knives."

"Go right ahead, dear."

I kissed her and then took a pair of knives out to the garage. Some time later Sandy came out to check on my progress, so I held up my crude creation for her to see. I had cut off most of the length of the handles from each knife and attached the stubs of the handles to each other with an unsightly glob of wire and superglue, forming a knife with a point on both ends and not much of anywhere safe to hold it. I'd been sanding the joint, trying to make it more presentable, but it didn't seem to be helping.

Sandy laughed. "I see. I suppose the idea is that it can cut the user and the victim at the same time?"

I sniffed indignantly. "The idea, Mrs Smarty Tits, is that we can stab ourselves in the heart together just by embracing with this between us. If we line ourselves up correctly, it should be foolproof." I frowned. "I do wish it had turned out prettier, though: it's not nearly as nice as it looked in my head."

My wife kissed me consolingly. "Well, if it's buried in your chest, I'm sure it will be plenty lovely enough to snuff myself on, dear."

Her lips, not to mention her naked tits pressing against me, reminded me that I had better things to do than polish a lump of metal, so we returned to the kitchen together. Elora and Annie had brought their dolls into the kitchen and were playing with them where they could see Puppy slowly cooking. The roast was beginning to smell amazing, but Sandy insisted that she needed to cook for a while still. To pass the time, Sandy and I fucked in a half dozen different positions in every part of the kitchen, frequently involving the girls in our sex.

Around one o'clock Annie tugged on Sandy's arm and said, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

My wife pulled her head out from between my legs and glanced at the clock. "Well ok, babymeat, I suppose Puppy is cooked enough by now."

I helped Sandy pull the roast out of the oven and set her on the counter. Puppy was perfectly roasted, with deep brown skin which glistened beautifully. She was laying in a puddle of that savory broth that comes off the meat of a slow roast and smelled simply divine. Elora and Annie bounced up and down, talking a mile a minute about their mouthwatering roast pet girl.

Sandy and I carried Puppy over and deposited her in the center of the dinner table. I set out some drinks for the girls and a bottle of wine for my wife and I. After some more oohing and aahing, we carved off some large pieces and handed them around. Elora got the fillet and Annie took a breast, while Sandy and I took a section of thigh and some ribs.

Puppy tasted as good as she looked. We all feasted happily on our late pet, barely speaking while we devoured her succulent meat. Eventually the girls slowed and stopped eating the delicious meat.

"Woo," sighed Annie, "I am so full."

Sandy smiled knowingly and carved off about half of one of Puppy's front legs and set it in front of Annie. She then cut off the rest of the leg and put it in front of Elora.

"Normally I would tell you not to eat any more or you'd get a tummy ache, but luckily I have a very special cure for overeating ready. How would you girls like to be able to eat this whole leg and more without running out of room?"

"How can we do that?" objected our nine year old skeptic. "My stomach can't possibly hold that much food."

"Come sit on my lap and I'll show you," replied Sandy.

Elora went around the table and climbed onto Sandy's lap. Sandy picked up a skewer she had sharpened earlier in her right hand and carefully felt along Elora's belly with her left. After finding the right spot, she pushed the skewer straight in just below the left edge of the girl's rib cage. Once it was in about an inch, she wiggled the skewer back and forth a few times, pivoting it around the point where it pierced the skin, then pulled it straight out. It only left a small puncture wound behind, at least on the surface.

"There," said Sandy, "I cut up your stomach, so you won't be limited to just eating how much room it has. Now you can eat until your entire belly is ready to burst."

Sandy took a deep breath and kissed Elora, pinching her nose. Then she exhaled forcefully into the girl's mouth, which created an odd sort of farting sound from Elora's gut. Annie giggled and Elora laughed a few times between burps, too.

"That felt really funny, Mommy." Elora felt her belly cautiously. "I don't feel hungry, but I think I do have room to eat more now."

Sandy slapped the girl playfully on the ass when she got down. "Ok, Annie, your turn."

Annie took her sister's place a bit reluctantly. "Will it hurt?"

"Yeah," said Elora flippantly, "but it wasn't too bad. I'm sure it will hurt more to be snuffed."

Sandy wrapped an arm around Annie. "How about you drink my milk while I fix your stomach up? That always relaxes you, doesn't it?"

Annie snuggled closer, rubbing her face on my wife's generous tits before sucking on a nipple. Sandy located the girl's stomach, then repeated the simple operation with the skewer. After blowing a lungful of air in to dislodge the contents of Annie's stomach, Sandy kissed the young girl for a while. Sandy pulled over the slab of girlmeat she'd cut out for Annie and began feeding it to her.

After Elora finished the extra portion Sandy had given her, I rubbed her belly to see how full it was.

"I think you've got loads of room left, honey ham," I told her. "I'd say it's time to get serious about stuffing these piggies for the oven. I think some internal marinade would go nicely with all the girl meat in you."

I had Elora lay on the table, then I used some grease from Puppy's meat to lube up her asshole. Once I could get two fingers in without too much trouble, I pressed the mouth of the wine bottle into her ass and tipped the bottle up. It took longer than I expected, I guess because of pressure differences or something, but eventually about half of the remaining wine drained into my older daughter's ass. I carefully pulled out the bottle and pressed my finger over her sphincter for a minute until it tightened enough to prevent any leakage.

"Since you are still alive, that wine should soak into all your meat," smiled Sandy. "You are about to be one very drunk little meatgirl."

I passed the bottle to Sandy, who repeated the process with Annie. Meanwhile, I scooped out handfuls of stuffing from Puppy and fed them to Elora. As Sandy and I made our daughters gorge themselves on girl meat and stuffing, they quickly became more cuddly and less coherent in their comments. Eventually, their bellies were bulging obscenely, showing that they were thoroughly stuffed.

"Now that's more like it," I admired. "Darling, I think our daughters are ready to get tucked in for a nice long nap in the oven, don't you?"

She looked them over fondly. "Just about. I think they could use a bit of glaze on the outside, then these little piggies will be perfect little roasters for us."

We moved what was left of Puppy out of our large roasting pan, then helped the girls climb in, situating them in a cute 69 arrangement. We carried them into the kitchen, where Sandy poured an entire bottle of honey over them, making them giggle tiredly and rub the sticky fluid on their bodies.

"Sweet dreams, babymeats," Sandy said. "Love you both."

"You are the best daughters I could've asked for," I added. "It makes me so happy what good little meatgirls you both are. Love you."

Then we kissed them on their lips and bellies, ignoring the honey we got on ourselves. The bugle of their bellies prevented them from being able to eat out the other's cunt, but they began fingering each other as we slid them into the hot oven.

Sandy and I watched for a while and listened to their moans. I'm pretty sure both of them had an orgasm before they grew quiet, only the slight movement of their breathing showing that they were still alive afterward.

My lovely naked wife and I wandered off to the living room and settled onto the blanket padded floor, caressing each other and licking up smears of honey along the way. We spent the next five hours having slow sex, giving each other countless orgasms, ranging from minor tremors to mind shattering avalanches. Occasionally noticing some little stain or scent from where our girls and pet had fucked here before us just served to make us more passionate in our love making. Eventually the growing aroma of cooked girl meat called us back to the kitchen.

Elora and Annie were gorgeous. When we pulled them out of the oven, they were still in the intimate pose we'd left them in, complete with blissful horny smiles on their faces. The only difference was that they were roasted to a deep golden brown, cooked to perfection.

We set them on the dinner table, waiting for them to cool enough to be edible. Once our final meal was in place on the table, I looked around the room and spotted our family photo on the wall. Sandy and I were kneeling in a pretty, verdant spot in our local park, with Annie and Elora in front of us in cute sundresses and finally our simple naked pet girl: the perfect family. The five of us looked so happy and content.

Moving aside some leftovers from lunch, I climbed up and lay down near our steaming hot daughters.

"Come on up here, babe," I purred. "Let's get one last family photo before we dig in."

My auburn haired wife smiled warmly and climbed up to pose on the other side. I carefully placed Puppy's severed head in the center, between our daughters, turning it to look up from between the swells of their stuffed bellies. With everyone in place, Sandy reached up and snapped a few selfies of us from above, with the two of us trying some different poses and expressions. We looked quite hot, if I do say so myself.

While we continued waiting for the meat to cool, I crawled over and positioned myself above Sandy, ready to sixty-nine with her next to our snuffed daughters in a similar loving embrace. When my tongue made its first loop around my wife's tender wet labia, she moaned and lifted her head to return the affection. We took our time, having no reason at all to rush our final moments. After the love of my life had trembled with another orgasm, I looked over at our daughters. I cautiously tapped Annie's rump to judge how much she had cooled.

"Mmm, baby, I think they're ready. Let's take them out of the pan and spread them out like they do at a nice restaurant."

We carefully scooped our little roast girls out and laid them on their backs with their legs spread open invitingly. They were still somewhat hot, but not enough to burn our hands, even from the honey glaze which stuck little bits of meat to our skin. We both moaned at the flavor when we sucked up the meat clinging to our fingers, the pleasurable taste doubled by the knowledge that it was the meat of our own daughters.

Sandy and I lay between our girls' open legs and we began to eat the roast fillet of the young girl we had birthed. Annie's little cunt was the best thing I've ever eaten, and based on the moaning coming from Sandy, Elora's was equally tasty. Biting into the meat of your own innocent snuffed little girl was much better than eating some nameless meatgirl from the store, or even that of a close friend or lover: there is just something special about the taste of a girl you made in your own womb. Sandy and I both slid a hand down to rub our own clit, pushing us to cum while feasting on our daughters.

After we finished off their fillets, and came hard in the process, Sandy and I traded places. I took a moment to admire our older daughter's perfect body, then I chose to bite off her puffy young nipples, which proved to have just a bit of juicy tit fat behind them. Even though Elora had not come from my body, she was still incredibly precious to me, so eating her meat filled me with a generous portion of both love and lust. We continued eating our daughters, occasionally trading places, until we had both had our fill.

"Want me to open you up so you can eat more?" asked Sandy with a smile. "There's certainly plenty left of both of them."

I shook my head. "No, there's no need. I'm perfectly full now, so stuffing ourselves like pigs wouldn't improve the moment any more." I kissed my wife softly. "I think it's time for our happy ending."

She nodded. After pulling out her phone to notify all our friends that we were all being snuffed, along with a couple of the sexier pictures from earlier, Sandy laid flat on her back and looked at me with a contented, expectant expression.

"Snuff me, honey," she said simply.

I picked up the double edged knife and got above her, lining up my left breast with hers, so that our hearts would be together. Keeping the knife to the side, I leaned in and gave her a practice kiss. I would only get one shot at this, so I took my time and made sure everything was perfect.

"I love you forever, my perfect, milf wife," I confessed honestly.

"I love you forever, my perfect, strong wife," she returned.

I set the tip of the knife into just the right spot on her left boob, then leaned in until the other tip punctured my own, smaller breast.

After a deep, slow breath to prepare myself, I lowered myself until our bodies touched. Then, my wife and I kissed for the rest of our lives.

Tags: consensual, cannibalism, loli

Every Whore down in Whoreville liked Spitmas a lot
But the Grimp who lived just North of Whoreville did not!

The Grimp hated Spitmas! The whole Spitmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be, perhaps, that his pants were too tight.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.

But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his dick was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, his shlong or his drawers,
He stood there on Spitmas Eve hating the Whores,

Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grimpy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town,

For he knew every Whore in Whoreville down slope
Was busy now, hanging a jolly noose rope.

"And they're sharp'ning their spits," he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Spitmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Grimp fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to keep Spitmas from coming!

For, tomorrow, I know all the Whore girls and boys
Will wake all horny. They'll rush for their fuck toys!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There's one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

And they'll moan and shriek, fucking all partnerships.
They'll dance with fat dildos tied onto their hips.
They'll blow their hot bakers. They'll suck their girl butchers.
They'll blow their hung neighbors. They'll ride their slut ranchers.
They'll breed their teen meatgirls. They'll fuck their young sitters.
They'll gut their whole roasters. They'll stuff their live spitters.
And they'll play noisy games like snuffette roulette,
A lethal cross of six-shooter and croquet!
And then they'll make ear-splitting noise and squakers
On their great big electro whore shockers!

Then the Whores, young and old, will sit down to a feast.
And they'll feast! And they'll feast! And they'll FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!

They'll feast on cum pudding, and rare Whore roast slut.
Hot meat-girl? I'd rather eat anything but!

And then they'll do something I hate most of all!
Every Whore down in Whoreville, the tall and the small,

They'll stand close together, with Spitmas bells ringing.
They'll stand hip-to-hip, and those Whores will start singing!"

Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Spitmas! Come this way
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Spitmas, Spitmas Day

Welcome, welcome, fahoo ramus
We cum, we cum, dahoo damus
Spitmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have cunts to clasp

Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays…


"And they'll sing! And they'll sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!"
And the more the Grimp thought of this Whore Spitmas Sing,
The more the Grimp thought, "I must stop this whole thing!

Why for thirty-three years I've put up with it now!
I must stop Spitmas from coming! But how?"

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
The Grimp got a wonderful, awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" The Grimp laughed in his throat.
"I'll make a quick Snuffy Claus hat and a coat."

And he chuckled and clucked, "What a great Grimpy trick!
With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Prick!"


You're a mean one, Mr. Grimp. You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus. You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grimp! You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grimp. Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of mushrooms. You've got tofu in your soul.
Mr. Grimp! I wouldn't fuck you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!


"All I need is a reindeer." The Grimp looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the Grimp? Hah! The Grimp simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"

So he took his slave Max, and he took some black thread.
And he tied a big horn on top of her head.

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh and he whistled for Max.

That bare naked slave, Max, she looked quite a sight,
With tits, and her hips, to the sleigh hitched up tight.

Then the Grimp said "Giddyap!" and the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Whores lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark. No one knew he was there.
All the Whores were all dreaming wet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house of the square.

"This is stop number one," the old Grimpy Claus hissed,
As he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney, a squeeze to get through.
But if Snuffy could do it, then the Grimp could, too.

He got stuck only once, for a minute or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue

Where the little Whore nooses hung all in a row.
"These nooses," he Grimped, "are the first things to go!"

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most cruel,
Around the whole house, he took every chef's tool!

Skillets, grills, griddles, kettles, pots, and pans!
Knives, hatchets, skewers, and the spit roasting stands!

And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grimp, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney.


You're a vile one, Mr. Grimp. You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grimp! Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grimp. You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots.
Mr. Grimp! You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!


Then he slunk to the icebox. He took their side dishes!
He took the cum pudding! He took the fresh fishes!

He cleaned out that icebox 'til every thing's taken.
Why, that Grimp even took the last slice of girl bacon!

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"Now," grinned the Grimp, "I'll push up the J3!"

As the Grimp took the J3, as he started to shove,
He heard a small sound like a mouse making love.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small tot!
Nude 'lil Eleanor Whore; o'er nine she was not.

She stared at the Grimp and said, "Snuffy Claus, why?
Why are you taking our Jessie 3k? Why?"

But, you know, that old Grimp was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my sweet little slit," the fake Snuffy Claus lied,
"There's a blade on this Jessie that's dull on one side.

So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here."

And his fib fooled the child, but still she did pout with fear,
"Please, be back soon. Mum said I can ride Jessie this year."

Oh, this will not do, thought the faux Claus for real,
If I leave her like this, this Whore pig will squeal.

"Come along, then," he said, "with you at my side,
We’ll sure have it fixed, ere time that you died."

So then with Eleanor Whore tied up in the sleigh,
He crawled up the chimney with Jessie 3k!

Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
And the last thing he took was the log for their fire.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of food that he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.

Then he did the same thing to the other Whores' houses,
Leaving crumbs much too small for the other Whores' mouses!


You nauseate me, Mr. Grimp, with a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss.
Mr. Grimp! Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grimp. You're a nasty-wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks. Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grimp! The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!


It was quarter of dawn. All the Whores still a-bed,
All the Whores still a-snooze, when he packed up his sled,

Packed it up with their pots, their knives, their hatchets,
Their spits and their skewers, their grills and skillets!

Up high to the north, to his dark Grimpy cave,
He drove with his load by the back of his slave.

"Pooh-pooh to the Whores!" he was Grimpily humming.
"They're finding out now that no Spitmas is coming!

They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
Then the Whores down in Whoreville will all cry boo-hoo!

They'll soon find they've got fat meatgirls a-many,
But none will find there, a spit to snuff any."

"Don't fear, Snuffy Claus!" cried the girl tied in knots,
"You've collected so many spits and the pots.

I surely can help you to save Spitmas Day.
If we hurry, the meatgirls we can still slay."

"Ha! There'll be no more Spitmas, small foolish Whore.
I hate every meatgirl, and all sluts!" he swore.
"I say there is no thing which I abhor more."

The Grimp took up a knife and slashed her ties free.
"I loathe every female: none ever wants me."

"Now, Snuffy Claus, I know it's not so," said she,
"Just look at my cute cunt. Won't you please fuck me?"

"No, never," he growled, "just like them all, I bet.
I'll put my dick in, you'll say, is it in yet?"

"Most certainly not. My cunt's tight like a drum.
I'm a virgin meat slut. I'm sure that you'll cum."

So smooth and so sexy, at her he did peer,
Her nude body tempting, when seen from so near.

"Hmph, oh, very well. If you'll suck my dick firm,
I'll give you a try," the old Grimp did confirm.

Soon rigid and hard, his dick filled up her cunt,
So tight was the squeeze, that it made the Grimp grunt.

Eleanor Whore cried, "Yes! Take my pre-teen hole!
Fill me and use me. Fuck me with your meat pole!"

That veal moaned and she squirmed. Young cunt and small prick,
They meshed up so nicely, the Grimp rammed in quick.

So tight and so pleasing, that pussy quaked 'round,
Which sent the Grimp cumming and roared a great sound.

"Well, that was quite fine," the old Grimpy Claus sighed.
"Your cunt was most perfect, both in and outside."

"Thank you, dear Snuffy Claus! My last fuck's complete!
It's your right to cut me, partake of my meat.

No need to delay, you've got many tools here.
Take an arm or a leg, take even my ear."

"I've never cared for girl meat that much," the Grimp huffed,
"Still, your pussy was finer than any I've stuffed."

With scarce a moment's thought, he chose her left hand.
She pressed it to a hot pan, at his command.

Brave Eleanor Whore, she tried not to cry.
"Please fuck me again, Snuffy Claus, while I fry."

Feeling quite horny, Grimpy Claus did just so.
He fucked her young cunt, he fucked her with gusto.

Once her hand was cooked, she offered it to him,
"Eat my hot meat, Snuffy," lifting the roast limb.

The Grimp sank his teeth in to her fried girl paw,
Without pausing his pounding, he filled his maw.

Such flavor! Such juicy sweet richness! Oh, my!
She tasted so good, the Grimp came with a cry!

And what happened then? Well, in Whoreville they say
That the Grimp's tiny dick grew three sizes that day!

His girth and his length, both filled her with aching,
Eleanor Whore's cunt 'twas very near breaking.

He fucked and he fucked till his fucker was sore.
Then the Grimp thought of something he hadn't before.

Maybe Spitmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Spitmas, perhaps, means a tight young Whore!

And then the true meaning of Spitmas came through,
And the Grimp found the lust of ten Grimps, plus two!

And now that his dick didn't feel quite so small,
He whizzed with his sled, with bags still heaped up tall.

With a smile to his soul, he descended Mount Crumpet
Cheerily blowing "Who! Who!" on his trumpet.

He rode into Whoreville, making a great noise.
He brought back their spits to the Whore girls and boys.

He brought back their pots and their skillets and fry pans,
Brought back their knives, their skewers and spit stands.

He brought everything back, all the food for the meal!
And he, himself, the Grimp carved the roast girl veal!


Welcome Spitmas. Bring your cheer,
Cheer to all Whores, far and near.

Spitmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have cunts to clasp.

Spitmas Day will always greet
Just as long as we have meat.

Welcome Spitmas while we stand
Spit to cunt and knife in hand.

It's not exactly in season, but I've been working on some more serious projects and needed a break, so I wrote something silly.

:-P

>>27850

Great story!

In case anyone is interested, I have accounts on a few other sites now. Mostly I'm just reposting the stories here (with slightly fewer typos), but there is some new stuff, too.

https://www.sexstories.com/profile2003010/JoyJuice69
https://archiveofourown.org/users/JoyJuice69
https://www.literotica.com/authors/JoyJuice69/works/stories

Sleeping Beauty

I certainly can't read 14th century Italian, but from what I can tell, necrophilia, incest, rape, pedophilia, and cannibalism were all part of the original myth, so my version is probably more true to the original than anything that has come out of Hollywood or the Disney animation studios.

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In a far away land, long ago, lived a young prince and his lovely bride. Though this was in a time when royal marriages were usually arranged only for political reasons, the young couple loved each other dearly, and it was said that Prince Stefan's wife was truly the fairest and most beloved in all the land. Before Prince Stefan had celebrated his eighteenth birthday, his beautiful wife bore him a daughter, whom they named Aurora. Aurora inherited her mother's beauty, and grew into a charming little girl, who brought much joy to the royal family and all who visited their grand castle.

Alas, such joyous times could not last. Only five years after the birth of Princess Aurora, the king died of a fever while engaged in a minor war with a neighboring kingdom, so Stefan ascended to the throne. Later that same year, his wife, the queen, died in childbirth, along with the boy who would have been King Stefan's heir, had he lived.

Blinded by rage and grief, King Stefan restarted the war on the rival kingdom, whom he blamed for his father's untimely death. The war cost much to both kingdoms, their armies pillaging and razing many towns and leaving a trail of destruction. Finally, King Stefan saw how greatly his people suffered, and met with King Hubert to discuss terms of peace.

"Our kingdoms have been at war for far too long," declared King Hubert. "We must forge a bond between our peoples, lest this animosity fester and return to destroy us both. I hear that you grieve the loss of your beloved queen, so take my younger sister as your wife. Let us call each other 'brother' and bring a lasting peace to this land."

King Stefan saw the wisdom in these words, and he accepted Princess Maleficent as his wife and queen in a grand ceremony, attended by the nobles of both kingdoms and dignitaries from the surrounding countries. Numerous slave girls were roasted and served at the wedding feast, marking it as one of the greatest feasts in many years.

Although this brought peace to the kingdoms, it brought no peace for King Stefan or his household, for Queen Maleficent was a greedy and cruel woman and despised her new husband for taking her away from her homeland. More than this, she saw that the king loved Princess Aurora and doted upon her many gifts and servants, so the queen grew to hate Aurora most of all.

For four years the wicked queen tormented the girl and whined to the king of how unfair it was that he treated the young princess better than his wife, the queen. King Stefan tried to buy peace for his castle by having many lavish gifts sent to the queen's quarters, but her hatred was so great and her heart so bitter, that she only complained all the more.

Finally, despairing for the safety and well being of his precious daughter, King Stefan bought a small house in a nearby town and sent Princess Aurora to live there with only her nurse and two devoted maids. The king arranged for a generous allowance for the household, ensuring that they would never want for food or clothing. King Stefan secretly visited the princess now and then, but always, he kept his visits short, for fear that Queen Maleficent would find out and make more trouble for the sweet girl.

Princess Aurora quickly became the darling of the town she now lived in. Her beauty, grace, and kindness were praised by all each time she ventured into the market with her maids. Although she was away from her father and all that she had known, Aurora soon found herself at home in the quiet town, making friends of all its people.

Naturally, Queen Maleficent heard about how happy and loved the princess was, and schemed to bring hardship and misery to the girl. Eventually, through threats and bribes, she had the princess's allowance stolen by the stewards a little more each month, dwindling the amount which reached the hands of the princess's caretakers, until it was less than what a common beggar could earn from alms. Out of fear of retribution from the queen, the maids carefully hid their poor state from the king, searching out work to do to earn enough to care for the princess and keep up appearances before him on his visits.

One of their best sources of income proved to be mending and sewing dresses and fine clothes for the wealthy merchants and minor nobles of the town. Young Princess Aurora, ever eager to be helpful, also learned this art, which she quickly excelled at. In those days, many well to do ladies of that region could proudly claim to wear fine lace made by the very hands of their own princess.

When the queen learned that, despite all she had done, the princess continued to live a happy, carefree life, she turned to the dark arts and began to study and search for some evil magic which would finally unmake the princess's joy. After years of searching, Queen Maleficent devised a plan.

Dressing herself as a poor, old, haggard woman, the queen traveled to the town, even to the door of the princess. She chose a time when the maids would be out on errands, leaving the thirteen year old girl alone in the house.

"Please, dearie," the wicked queen croaked, "might I come in and rest a moment? I am weary from travel and would ask only for a bit to drink and a crust of bread for an old woman. I was told that this was a house which never looked away from a chance to do a little kindness for those in need."

"Oh, yes!" cried Aurora. "Please, come in and have a seat in our parlor. I will go and brew some tea and fetch some bread with fresh butter, if you'd like."

"Bless you, child. You are too kind."

As soon as the princess had left the queen alone, Queen Maleficent slipped away, and found the sewing supplies used by the princess. It was not hard to see that the spinning wheel had been halted in haste to answer the door, so the queen knew exactly what the princess would do when she resumed her work. Moving quickly, the evil queen poured a vial of a specially crafted potion on the spinning wheel, then hastened back to the parlor before she was discovered.

After eating and drinking the simple food brought by the princess, the queen thanked her and bade farewell. Princess Aurora, wondering to herself why the woman had seemed familiar, returned to the spinning wheel. When she set her hand on it to get it moving again, a fine splinter of wood stuck in her finger, and she fell to the floor, as if dead.

When her nurse and maids discovered the princess, they were greatly distraught. At once, the heartiest of the maids set out on a borrowed horse to bring word to the king that the princess had fallen ill. However, the guards at the castle gate were in the employ of the queen, so when the maid arrived, they turned her away, forbidding her passage in to see the king.

So, it was not until some weeks later that King Stefan happened to pass near the town where the princess lived, and he thought to stop in and see her. When the nurse showed him into his daughter's chamber, Princess Aurora lay so still that the king feared she was dead.

"Get out," ordered the king, taking the hand of the princess.

When the nurse left, he wept for a time, then he thought to try to restore life to her body. He began to rub her hands and arms, warming them. He pulled down the covers, revealing her naked body, for the nurse had recently washed the princess with a perfumed cloth to ward off the scent of death. The king admired the form of the teen girl, seeing in her a great resemblance to his first wife: the unparalleled beauty and love of his youth. He pressed his lips to hers, blowing breath into her, filling her with the air from his own chest. As he continued rubbing her body, trying to bring back the warmth of life, he felt the stir of life within his loins.

Seeing that his caresses were not reviving the girl, the king unsheathed his manhood and reenacted the memory of taking his young wife for the first time. He continued plowing her fertile trough until he had fulfilled his desires in her.

After he had covered her and dressed himself, King Stefan left her chambers and departed the town, expecting to never again see his daughter's face.

A few months of quiet grieving later, King Stefan returned to the town, thinking that he should sell the house and be rid of the place which held the memory of his precious princess. He was surprised when the maids escorted him up to see the princess, still in her bed, and even more amazed when they told him that she continued to swallow the food and drink placed in her mouth. She could not move, and her breath was shallow and heart beat only faintly, but the princess was indeed alive.

The king rejoiced. From that day, he journeyed once per month to visit Princess Aurora, himself bringing the full allowance he had allotted her house. The nurse informed the king on his second visit that Princess Aurora was with child, which pleased the king further. On each of his visits, he dismissed the maids for a time, taking his beautiful daughter to himself again.

The queen was furious that the king had begun to travel so often to spend time with the princess, but there was nothing she could do against him. She continued to brood, waiting for her chance to bring misfortune again.

In due time, the princess gave birth. She bore twin girls, which the nurse claimed to be a sign of good fortune. The king named them Eliana and Oriana, meaning sun and dawn, after their mother, the light of day. The nurse cared for them, laying them against Princess Aurora's breasts to feed them.

For two years the king knew a happiness which he had not felt since the loss of his first wife. He ordered the restoration of his three daughters to the royal castle, where he doted on the young girls all of his love and affection.

One day, the king declared that there would be a great feast, celebrating the peace and prosperity of the land. When the queen heard this, she knew that another time had come for her to act on her wicked schemes.

The day before the feast was to begin, Queen Maleficent had one of her soldiers kidnap the two young princesses and hid them away in a far corner of the castle. She planned to carve them up into the girl stew being prepared, then offer the stew to the king at the feast, before revealing that he had eaten his precious daughters. When the soldier deposited the squirming girls in the kitchen to be slaughtered by the queen, little Eliana and Oriana heard the queen laugh and tell them their fate. Fortunately, they escaped from her grasp and were discovered by the maids, who had been searching high and low for the missing girls.

Thinking that the distraught girls must be hungry, they were taken directly to their mother to feed from her breasts. As the small girls clung to their mother, the keen eyes of Princess Eliana spied the sliver in her mother's finger. She took her mother's finger in her mouth and sucked out the bit of wood.

At once, Prince Aurora awoke, released from her curse. When the king arrived at her quarters, he was initially overjoyed at her recovery.

"Father!" cried Princess Aurora. "I was not ill, but had fallen under a curse. An old woman came to me and placed a curse on my spinning wheel, which left an evil magic splinter in my finger. These darling girls, which I am told I bore to you during my aliment, have removed the splinter and freed me from the curse."

The king was enraged. "What?! We will search the kingdom and bring that wicked woman to justice."

Princess Aurora continued, "I fear there are more evil tidings this day, Father. Our daughters tell me that they have narrowly escaped being butchered and cooked by a frightful woman in the kitchen."

Just then, Queen Maleficent burst into the room, come to see if it was true that the princess had somehow broken the curse.

Eliana and Oriana pointed at the queen and said, "There. That's the bad woman."

Princess Aurora gasped. "And also, I see past her disguise now: she is the one who cursed me. Queen Maleficent is behind it all, Father!"

"Seize her!" bellowed the king. "You have surely lived up to your name, Maleficent, bringer of evil. I am sorry that I can kill you only once for your crimes, for you deserve death many times over for your evil schemes."


At the start of the feast the next day, the king began by reintroducing Princess Aurora to the crowd. When they had cheered the return of their beloved princess, the king told them all of the evil deeds of Queen Maleficent. Amidst jeers and boos at the hated woman, guards brought forth the queen, bound and gagged to ensure she did not speak any parting curse.

Her brother, King Hubert, who was in attendance, expressed his sorrow that his sister had betrayed her husband and her people with such evil deeds. He disowned her, and asked that her actions not be taken as an act of malice between their kingdoms.

King Stefan stripped the queen of her crown, her jewels, and her robes, leaving her naked before all her subjects. Then, at the king's command, the head chef skewered the queen with a spit, and hoisted her over the fire, making her the first to be slaughtered during the feast.

With the evil queen dead, King Stefan announced that the feast would now become a wedding celebration: Princess Aurora would be his wife, and be crowned as queen. Word spread far and wide throughout the week-long celebration, bringing much joy to all who heard about their new Queen Aurora.

And they all lived happily ever after.

>>27955
That's pretty good!!

I quite like the Sleeping Beauty story but I would say that it reads more like a summary of events rather than an actual story. There's very little getting to know the characters and the sexy parts are told from a different perspective and isn't quite as intimate as I would have preferred.

Similar to your snakes story, I believe you were trying to avoid making a giant epic? I wouldn't know how to work around that, but still I'd need a reason to identify/care for these characters so I can be afraid for Aurora's safety and celebrate the end of the evil Queen.

Some lore might also greatly help your story. Why is eating girlmeat so accepted? It could just be a simple line about a previous famine or simply that they're delicious. You can also point out the culinary differences between the two kingdoms. Maybe one prefers roast whole girl while the other prefers parted meat in elegant dishes. And the divine taste of girl meat helped calm tensions and promote a scene of friendship.

>>27956
>>27959

Glad you guys liked it! :-D

Honestly, I just had a bit of time and some inspiration yesterday, so I bashed this out and posted it without really thinking it through. The cannibalism at the end was part of the original 14th century story, and didn't have any explanation there either, so I just copied it without trying to add much of anything. I agree that the story could have used a lot more thought and development. It's not at all clear to me if cannibalism was "acceptable" in the original or if it was supposed to be horrifying, especially since the necrophilia was presented so causally, as if it was completely normal to fuck dead girls when you happen across them. As you've suggested, it wouldn't be that hard to come up with in-universe reasons for all this stuff, but I just couldn't be bothered this time.

Hopefully next time I feel like writing, I will finish one of the longer stories that I've been working on for the last few months. I really don't spend very much of my time on this hobby, so well thought out stories take quite a long time to complete. :-/

>>27933

You list a lot of stories in the Savoryverse, but a lot of them don't seem to actually be readable anywhere. I can only find three. Do you know where any others can be found?

>>28542

Sorry, the situation is kind of a mess right now. Here is where you can find each of them.

Savory Sixteen
Savory Sixteen: Joyless Aftermath:

These were originally published here on gc as one story, then republished on Ao3 as two stories.

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26733.html

Kelly’s Savory Wedding
Ten Savory Anniversaries
Too Many Savory Daughters:
These are planned stories about Josh & Kelly, but I haven't written them yet. 🫤

Triplets’ Savory Sixteen:
It's here and on Ao3.
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26780.html

Savory Girl Served Live:
Planned, but not written.

Sandy the Savory Snowgirl:
It's here on gc. Some comments pointed out that I missed some obvious ways to make it better, so I'm working on a rewrite for Ao3 with a different ending.

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26927.html

A Savory Meatgirl Chili Pot:
This is sort of a spin-off, with a completely new set of characters. This set of characters will intersect with some of Josh & Kelly's girls in Hanging Housewives, so I decided to count it as part of the series.

Available here, and on sexstories.com.

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26937.html

A Score of Savory Years:
Josh and Kelly's 20th anniversary, referenced in Sandy the Savory Snowgirl, but not written yet.

Hanging Housewives:
Planned merge point of the two story lines. Not written yet.

Kelly’s Savory Ending:
Planned ending of the Josh & Kelly story. Not written yet.


I plan to eventually have all of these posted to Ao3, in order, but it may take a few years for it to happen. I knew it would cause some confusion when I listed all of them already, but it also would have been confusing to have stories suddenly show up earlier on the list once I get around to writing them. 🤷

>>28550

I have to admit, I like the relic/semi-con nature of the, "A Man's Castle," stories more than the enthusiastically consentual nature of, "Super Savory Sixteen." So the story I was looking for was, "Too Many Savory Daughters," as it sounds like it may have been a bit less consentual.

I do have questions about the universe. People seemed dubious that there would really be girl meat served and the idea of eating girl meat seemed semi-mythical at the beginning of the story. Is girl eating legal?

Second question is it legal to rape girls? It seems like the MC is traumatized by being raped and reacts badly to the idea of her BFF getting raped, but when it comes to her sisters she is happy to abandon them to her mom and step dad and seemed more angry at her older sisters for fighting their mom about the rapes than she was at her parents for raping them. Additionally, she is happy to set up or even help other girls to be raped. It seems girls don't want to get raped but also, no one sees other people(or girls) getting raped as a big deal.
-- what do people think about rape in this socially? Is it legal?

-- do girls have rights? The MC and then birthday girl and her family lock the underclassmen girls in the basement for what turns into 2 nights and it seems like they are their for 3 nights and almost 4 days when their parents only expected them to be gone for 2days and 1 night. Do girls have rights? Could they just have been kept forever? Snuffed? Do people think of girls as people or no? Would their parents have cared if the maid sluts never came home?


Finally, do your newest stories take place in the same world as these?

>>28554

No, eating girls is not legal in Savory Sixteen. Brit pointedly requests that her parents buy off the police to let her get away with her wild new idea of serving girl meat at her party. Lucky for her, although it wasn't legal, eating girls was rapidly gaining popularity at the time, so it wasn't as difficult to get away with as it should have been. I thought about slipping in a hint that the police had started turning a blind eye to eating (willing) girls, but it didn't really fit into the story anywhere. Twenty years later, in Triplet's Savory Sixteen, eating girls has become entirely legal and normal. When I write them, I'll make sure to call out some of the details of that transition in the stories which take place in those intervening years.

Rape is also not legal, and the MC starts the story deeply horrified by the idea of rape, but I intended to show her gradual abandonment of her morals over the course of the story. Yes, she is strongly triggered by that moment when she perceives her BFF to be in the same situation which had destroyed her own family, but she recognizes that she overreacted afterward. She only reluctantly agreed to "pretend to rape" Mandy to test the potion, and that was mostly because she was pretty sure Mandy had a crush on Brit, so she wouldn't mind. After getting a taste of what it was like to be on the controlling side of a rape situation, she became more corrupted and more willing to take part in the larger rape scene later. From the MC's point of view, her whole world is just about to end, so doing something horrible to some girls she doesn't care about doesn't really matter that much any more.

As for her older sisters, the MC really isn't mad at them specifically, she is just generally sick of being trapped in a terrible situation, which she can't do anything about. By the start of the story, she feels that no one in her family even cares about her, so her entire identity gets wrapped around her crush on her BFF. The moment Brit gives her an "out" to abandon her family and dedicate her entire life to the only person she thinks cares about her, she jumps at that chance, even if it means she will have to die catering to Brit's selfish desires. Later, when she gives up on going back to her little sisters, a lot of that is because she feels powerless again, and rationalizes away her choice to submit, accepting the idea that her family never loved her and has truly already forgotten her. One thing the MC never knew, and therefore couldn't have written about, was that her step-dad was the one who made the deal with Amber, and the MC's mom never tried to contact her because of that same terror which kept her in denial about what her husband was doing to her daughters. (That whole family was seriously fucked up, but that's the kind of background which the first few "willing" meatgirls would likely come from.)

Most of the rest of their society would have been horrified by the group rape and then the under-aged orgy at the party, but the spoiled rich girl and her broken, morally bankrupt girlfriend didn't care about that. After this, the rising popularity of eating girls erodes society's view of girl's rights as well, so the situation in the later stories is quite different.

The maids arrived Friday evening, then the majority of them left Saturday night, just about when their parents expected them to come home. I forgot to call it out in the story, but the two exhausted maids who stayed one extra night left first thing Sunday morning. By my count, that would be 2 nights, and not very much of the day on either side at the most. Honestly, I was so focused on the main characters in that part of the narrative, that I forgot all about them and the fact that their parents should have been very concerned about them being missing for an extra night. Presumably, Brit's parents knew about the drugged maids, and covering for a couple girls staying longer than expected was something they dealt with, along with turning away any police inquiries about the party.


Finally, you can assume that any of my stories which are not listed above as part of the Savoryverse, are most likely in independent worlds. It was tempting to try to put all my stories in one world, but after my first couple stories, I realized that I had several incompatible "origin stories" I wanted to tell about the introduction of cannibalism, so I would have to split them up into multiple, unrelated worlds.

>>28557


I haven't quite finished the story yet.... What deal with Amber?

It seems like the whole school knows and is exited by girl meat though, not just the one Uber ritch girl and there doesn't seem to be any conciquences for public ally spreading the word about the girl meat for a full week ahead of time. Can I enquire about what is going on there?

I do think you might be slightly miscalculating the time on the Maida but Perhaps they were... Hmmm I do... Well wait no they came over after school, staid the night. We're locked in the next day and then served at the party the next evening and night... The roast is a kut to go over the coals at about 12ish and takes five hours to cook and I assume there will be more celebrations during and after she is served? That seems like 2 nights 2 mornings and an two afternoons to me.


Timing aside, besides the 3 savery stories and your new A Man's Castle series have you published anything else?

Enquiring minds want to know! and I would love to read!

>>28561

The deal with Amber is a detail revealed late in the story. It doesn't spoil anything to know about it in advance, but it's one of the details which I think will help answer some of your questions.


I've only been writing for about a year, so I don't have a ton of stories. Nearly everything I've published is here on gc. Searching on gc is kind of 🤕, so I'll list out all my other stories not on this thread or the others you have read.

Final Sixty-nine
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/27184.html

Incest Meatgirl Turducken
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26977.html

Living Dress
https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/27227.html

Growing the Family Tree (non-guro)
https://www.literotica.com/s/growing-the-family-tree

Tags: reluctant/non-con, snuff, humiliation, dismemberment

The magician flipped the coin in his hand and caught it in midair.

He flashed a grin at his assistant. “Alright, Alicia, time to put on a show.”

The young woman shivered briefly, but responded appropriately. “Yes, master.”

The magician strode out onto the stage, followed by his voluptuous assistant, and the lights blazed on, revealing to the crowd the smartly dressed man in a suit and cape, and the woman in the shimmering, flowing gown.

After a few words of introduction, the magician began the act with something flashy. He and his assistant worked together to carry an apparently heavy statue to center stage, then with a snap of his fingers, the entire statue burst into billowing flames and disappeared as a wisp of smoke. The act continued with a few simple illusions, like pulling a lit candle out of a handkerchief, or tearing up a sheet of paper, then restoring it to be undamaged with a flourish of his hand.

After twenty minutes of such mystifying, but ordinary spectacles, they arrived at the highlight of the performance, advertised so prominently in the flyers.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” called out the magician, “thank you for indulging me as I demonstrate my craft for your entertainment. All of the tricks you have seen so far are just that: tricks. And, no doubt, a number of you in attendance may even be familiar with how these illusions are achieved.” His expression became grave. “However, what you are about to witness is no trick, no illusion, but indeed, this is true magic, the likes of which are known only to a few ancient shamans in the remote bush regions of Australia, and to my humble self. It was only with great effort and undergoing many terrible trials that I managed to gain the trust of those reclusive mystics, earning myself the privilege of the knowledge and the tools for this single unnatural ability.”

While he had been hyping up the crowd, the lovely assistant had wheeled out a table and a large, ornate wooden box into center stage. The magician pulled a ball-gag out from behind the table and inserted it into the nervous assistant’s mouth.

“I must warn you,” continued the magician, in a serious tone, “although I have performed this rite many times, what you are about to see is by no means safe. Nor is it pleasant for anyone involved. I have had several audience members become ill, and many with weak constitutions have fainted at the sight. Anyone not mentally prepared to see this woman die a gruesome death should leave now; and any parents accompanying young children should escort them out to the lobby.”

The magician was silent as he strapped his trembling assistant to the table by her arms and legs, then he took her long blonde hair and secured it in a clamp on the end of the table. Once she was thoroughly immobilized, he turned a large crank on the side of the table, causing it to pivot, partially bringing the woman upright, so the audience could clearly see her.

“Naturally, I cannot disclose all the secrets of the dark arts which you are about to witness, however, I will reveal a few details, just to dissuade any from attempting to reproduce this dangerous feat.”

The magician reached one hand up the skirt of his assistant’s dress. Then, being certain to flip the hidden switch to turn on the tiny light, he pulled out an angular, glowing green crystal, a little smaller than a golf ball. As he held it aloft for the crowd to see, the light pulsed gently, with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

“This magical gemstone is only one of a few in the whole world. As you can see, after spending an undisclosed length of time–intimately close to her, it has absorbed a portion of my lovely assistant’s essential life force, and now holds it in reserve, outside her body. I need not tell you that this magic cannot be performed without such a unique and powerful item suitably infused with the appropriate magical energy.”

The magician intoned a line of an arcane sounding incantation, not quite loud enough for the audience to make out the words. After a few mystical gestures, he pressed the green quartz to the woman’s body in five places, tracing a line across each thigh, each shoulder, and finally her neck. Carrying it reverently, he brought the glowing stone over to the coffin-like wooden box, and fitted the crystal in a socket on the front of the box, surrounded by tribal symbols and runes.

He pulled a small electric chainsaw out from behind the table and held it up, revving the motor a few times to demonstrate that it was functional.

“I would ask that you all remain silent for this next part, as it requires a great deal of concentration on my part to avoid a disastrous error.”

With a look of intense focus, the magician activated the chainsaw and slowly brought it down on his assistant’s left thigh. As soon as it made contact, her glittering dress snagged in the barbs and was pulled into the mechanism, causing the motor to stutter and stall.

“Oh, dear!” cried the magician, momentarily seeming to lose his composure. Right away, he collected himself and waved calmingly to the audience. “Not to fear, folks–this is only a minor inconvenience and should not interfere with the dark magic essential to tonight’s ritual.”

With a sharp jerk, the magician pulled on the chainsaw, causing the dress to rip along the pre-weakened seams and come entirely free from the woman. After setting down to one side the chainsaw, and the dress it was entangled with, he pulled a second chainsaw from behind the table.

The abruptly naked woman strapped to the table whimpered around her gag, and a few whispers echoed in the performance hall, so the magician spoke again. “Please, ladies and gentlemen, I must implore you to keep quiet. I apologize for any unpleasantness, but we are now at the most delicate part of this ritual.”

Once the crowd had returned to silence, he started the chainsaw. With a smooth movement, the magician severed the assistant’s left leg, spraying a narrow line of blood across the stage. The woman’s scream, although muted by the gag, was easily heard by all as her leg slumped to the side and she shook with agony. Moving to the other side of the table, the magician did not hesitate to swiftly remove her right leg the very same way.

The magician paused for a moment, waiting for the agitated crowd to react to the gory spectacle. He took this opportunity to look carefully into the seating area, gauging the attitude of some of those in attendance. After he waved for silence, the only sound to be heard before the chainsaw buzzed to life again was the muffled sobbing of the legless, naked woman strapped to the table.

The magician solemnly brought the spinning chain to bear on her right shoulder, then her left, cutting off both remaining limbs. The ruined woman quivered spastically, her head and torso now only held in place by the hair clamped to the top of the table. Blood poured freely from all of her wounds, painting the table red.

The magician placed the gory chainsaw behind the table, and instead pulled out a gleaming axe. He held it out, showing off the red and black symbols along the handle, then posed dramatically for a moment, with the weapon held high. Crying out a few strange words, the magician swung the axe down sharply, beheading the limbless body. With nothing connecting it to the table any longer, her lifeless torso slid down and fell to the floor.

The magician remained still for several heartbeats as the audience remained completely silent, mesmerized and horrified by what they had seen. Finally, he straightened up and pulled free the axe from where the blade had embedded into the table. He allowed the axe to clatter to the stage, then pulled a Barbie doll from under the table. He held it up for the audience, showing that the doll loosely resembled the assistant, wearing a miniature of the dress she had worn at the start of the show.

“The next step in this unholy ritual requires that I demonstrate to the magical energy just what actions we ask it to perform. In the remote land on the far side of the world, this was done using a doll made of wood, cloth, and the fur of a wild animal, however…” The magician smiled grimly. “Fortunately, the materials used in the effigy are not important in this case, and this ordinary doll will work. We begin by approximately repeating the damage the real woman has suffered.”

He grabbed one leg of the doll, as if to twist it off, then paused. With a quiet chuckle, he said, “I nearly overlooked something–small details matter a great deal when dealing with magic this powerful.”

He deftly removed the doll’s dress and caused it to vanish with a flick of his wrist. He then resumed pulling on the naked doll’s limbs, pulling them each off in the same order he had removed them from his assistant. Last of all, he pulled on the doll’s head. When it came off with a pop, he fumbled, dropping the head, causing it to bounce off the edge of the stage.

“Whoops. Pardon me and my little assistant here–we all lose our heads now and then,” he said, easing a bit of the tension in the air. “Ma’am, could you please fetch that for me? I believe my assistant is going to need it.”

He winked at the wide-eyed teen girl seated in the front row. She blushed at the attention, then quickly picked up the doll’s head and handed it up to the magician.

“Now that we have recreated the damage my poor assistant has endured, we will restore the effigy to wholeness, signifying to the magical energy what it should do.”

He then carefully snapped the head and all four limbs back in place on the doll. Walking over to the wooden box, he lifted the lid and placed the doll inside.

“This Australian sarcophagus is made from a particular type of wood, not currently documented in the annals of science, and shaped using a method even the shamans who entrusted it to me can no longer reproduce. This is another essential component in channeling this dark and powerful magic to do our bidding.”

Having returned to a more somber mood, the magician carefully carried each limb one at a time and placed it inside the box. Muttering some more exotic phrases, he carried her torso over and added it to the box, then last of all, he gently placed her head inside and sealed the lid. Holding his arms up dramatically, he shouted a few more magical words, then pressed his hand over the glowing crystal. Immediately, a wave of green light swept across the carvings on the box, then went out. When the magician pulled his hand away, the light in the crystal had gone out.

The crowd held their breath as he slowly lifted the lid. The still-gagged head of his assistant rose up from inside, staring blankly out at the crowd. Everything was still for a moment, no one daring to move.

Then, the magician called out, “Arise!”

He grasped the head of his tear-stained assistant by the hair, pulling her upwards. On unsteady limbs, the naked woman climbed out of the box, then self-consciously tried to cover her body with her hands. Aside from a few drops of blood on her body, she appeared to be entirely unharmed.

The crowd went wild with applause. The magician bowed repeatedly, then nudged his naked assistant, reminding her to bow as well.

After the crowd had started to calm down, the magician appeared to notice that his assistant had returned to the living world naked, then sheepishly pulled the doll’s dress from his pocket. He offered the woman his cape, then they bowed once more to the sound of scattered laughter and some more clapping.


After the curtain fell, the magician directed his assistant to collect the scattered items on the floor, while he pushed the wooden box back stage. Once they were well away from the crowd, he unfastened her gag and retrieved his cape from her.

She took in a deep breath of air, but made no effort to hide her nudity from him. “Thank you, master. I couldn’t hear much from inside the box, but that sounded awful. Can I please see her, master?”

The magician sighed and lifted the lid on the wooden box. After pressing the mechanism to expose the other half of the trick box, he allowed the woman to look inside. She stared for a moment, then shivered. With a fresh tear rolling down her cheek, she turned to the magician and put on a brave smile.

“Well, master, with my sister…” she gestured slightly at the box, “at least I get you all to myself tonight, right?”

The magician did not immediately return the smile. “Recite the magician’s assistant’s oath,” he commanded.

She trembled at his stern tone, but said, “I swear on pain of death to never reveal the secrets of my master’s magic.”

She relaxed when he finally smiled. He cupped one finger under her chin.

“Well done, Alice. I know you won’t break your oath,” he said softly before kissing her.

She moaned and leaned into the kiss, not noticing when he placed his left hand on the back of her head. When he ended the kiss, he abruptly set his right palm against her chin and twisted, snapping her neck. Her body spasmed once before crumpling to the floor. She blinked once or twice before her expression froze forever in a look of utter astonishment and confusion.

With a weary sigh, the magician hefted her lifeless body into the empty half of the box before closing the lid and turning the hidden locking mechanism.

With the secret of his trick once again safely stored only in his own mind, the magician strode confidently out of the theater to seek out the twins his keen eyes had spotted in the crowd.

After all, he was going to need a new pair of lovely assistants, so he could amaze the people of the next town on his tour.

Field Rations Always Suck

Tags: teens, incest (bro/sis), ffm threesome, dismemberment, gynophagia

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Private Frederico Martini turned quickly at the movement in the bland plywood construction. He immediately identified the armless, naked redhead stumbling out of one of the doors before him, with a black rifle hanging uselessly by a sling from around her neck.

Tat-tat. Tat-tat, tat-tat-tat.

His M7 punched a series of holes in her: splintering her wooden replica weapon, then shattering each knee. Felicia screamed as she collapsed. Other guns crackled occasionally from elsewhere as the young soldier quickly but carefully approached the sobbing teenager, but the private blocked out the sounds unrelated to the situation in front of him.

When he reached her, he knelt, deliberately putting some of his weight on her wounded legs, causing her to briefly cry out again. Gripping her hair in his left hand, he turned her head to face him as he drew his combat knife with his right.

“Freddie, I love–” she started to say, but her final words were cut off when the knife passed through her throat.

Private Martini watched in grim silence as his girlfriend’s blood pooled around them, and her dying body twitched for much longer than he had expected. Once she was finally motionless, he looked up, towards the walkways suspended above the training grounds.

“Well done, recruits Landsend, Martini, Walsh!” barked the sergeant looking down at the roofless mock houses. “Recruit Byron, you didn’t cut deep enough! That slut of yours is going to take all day to bleed out at this rate!” The gruff man waved them back towards the starting area. “Gather your kills and bring them to your fire for field dressing and your graduation feast. Congratulations, you are all officially full fledged fucking soldiers in the finest army in the world. Now, move, you sons of bitches!”

“Thanks, Felicia,” whispered Private Martini, as he tiredly bent down to sling the dead girl over his shoulder. “Couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”

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“I’m home!”

Freddie was just starting to close the front door, when he heard the thumping of feet approaching, then a dark haired blur slammed into him, right as he turned to look at the sound.

“Freddie!” the blur had shouted just before impact.

He felt arms and legs wrapping fiercely around him, and just barely had time to identify the face of his sister before her tongue was in his startled, open mouth.

“Monica,” Freddie panted, once his mouth was unoccupied, “uh, hi. That’s quite the greeting.”

“Welcome home, big brother!” his sister cried, grinning like a maniac and not letting him go.

He carefully pried loose her arms and legs, so he could remove his backpack. Now that she wasn’t pressed directly against him, he noticed that she was entirely naked. He reflexively looked her body up and down, appraising the fifteen year old on full display. She seemed to have filled out a bit, even in the two months he had been away. Despite her youth, she was looking more and more like a grown woman, with plenty of her new growth rounding out her chest and curvy ass. He thought she might have reached a D cup already.

“What’s this about?” he waved at her body. “Did you just get back from the pool or something?”

“No,” she grinned. “I stripped so I could give you a big army graduation present: I’m joining the army, too! You get to take me with you when you get deployed, big brother!”

“Wait, you volunteered? Moni, do you know what that means? Do you even know what you’re volunteering for?”

The naked girl rolled her eyes and gave him the you-must-be-stupid look that all teen girls seem to have mastered.

“Oh, gees, Freddie, I don’t have any idea. The ‘field ration volunteer form’ was just so vague, with all the stuff about ‘meat shields’ and ‘top quality food for our brave troops’. What ever would a girl like me be doing in a war zone with a bunch of soldiers? Will I be knitting your socks? Making oil paintings of the landscape? Oh, maybe I’ll be stewing wild rabbits and peeling the potatoes? Hmm?”

“Okay, okay,” he waved for her to stop. “Thanks, sis, really. I’m glad I’m going to have you with me out there. This means a lot to me.” He kissed her lightly, then he smirked at the younger girl. “Hey, you know what they say about field rations, don’t you?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” protested Monica, holding up her hand. “Don’t you start that too. I will happily follow you into hell; I’ll cheerfully obey every command you give; heck, I’ll even sing a merry little song while you grind me up alive, but please don’t make me endure that dumb joke again. Between Papa and Gramps, I must’ve heard that line fifty times in the weeks since I announced that I was joining up. If I have to hear it one more time, I’ll–”

“Frederico!” their mother joyfully interrupted, just coming around the corner of the hallway. “Oh, my precious boy, look at you! A proper soldier, just like your grandpa.”

“Hey, Mama,” Freddie said warmly.

The portly woman hugged the muscular eighteen year old, pulling his head down to nestle against the wide expanse of matronly breast above the hem of her dress. He had to stoop to get his head next to her cushiony H cups, but the soothing feeling of their soft warmth more than made up for the awkward stance.

Still holding him in a motherly embrace, she said, “Frederico, baby, you’re so thin! Didn’t they feed you in the army? Never mind, we’ll make up a proper meal to welcome you home.”

“Actually, Mama, I ate quite a bit of Felicia in the last few days,” Freddie said. “I’m really not all that hungry.”

“Nonsense,” scoffed the woman. “I’ll make a batch of amatriciana, your aunts will fix up some saltimbocca, and you will eat all of it! But, first, I must go and tell your papa and grandpa you are here. Maybe I can talk them into letting us carve up one of your little cousins for the occasion.”

Freddie sighed, watching her walk off, knowing there was no point arguing with his mother when she wanted to feed someone she considered ‘too thin.’

“So, it’s true, huh?” asked Monica, quietly. “You really did have to snuff your girlfriend at boot camp?”

“Yeah, it’s the final test,” Freddie said, with a shrug. “I guess they wanted to make sure everyone has experience killing someone before going into combat, even if it’s just a girl.”

Monica nodded thoughtfully, and wrapped him in a side hug as they went deeper into the house to greet the rest of the family.


Dinner was just as boisterous as always in the Martini family. With his parents, his sisters, his grandpa, and the three aunts and their daughters who lived with them, all seated at the long table and all talking at once, it was amazing that they managed to eat the steady heaps of food Mrs Martini kept piling on their plates. Six year old cousin Mila had been butchered up to be the main ingredient in the feast, which added to the sense that Freddie’s return was truly a special occasion. Despite the risk of stains, the girls had all dressed up in their Sunday dresses, although both toddlers had clear ponchos over their clothes, as their mothers had insisted. The only exception to all of this was Monica, who stayed naked, under the table, giving her brother a slow blow job while he ate. After their mother finally accepted Freddie’s plea that he couldn’t eat another bite, she made sure her oldest daughter came up for air and stuffed herself with as much of the leftovers as possible, while the other girls started on the washing up.

After the meal, Freddie was dragged into the study with his father and grandpa for some ‘manly talk’. This turned out to mostly be more congratulations about how proud they were of him, and listening to Gramps tell old war stories, for what felt like hours at a time.

“Thanks for telling me about all that,” interjected Freddie, standing up when he sensed a break in the rambling story. “Look, I’m still worn out from training night and day for weeks on end, with very little rest. You know how that is, Gramps. If you don’t mind, I’ll hit the hay early tonight.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, yes,” the old man agreed. “Did I ever tell you, I often had to go without sleep when I was stationed in Brazil.”

“Yes, good night, Gramps. Good night, Dad,” said Freddie, making his retreat before he got bogged down in another campaign.

When he exited the study, he was surprised that Monica wasn’t waiting for him right outside the door. The way she had refused to be farther than arms reach from him all afternoon, he half expected to be tackled again as soon as he left the female-exclusion-zone.

Thinking about climbing into bed was a relief to the weary soldier, but it also brought a brief pang of loneliness, as he remembered that his girlfriend wasn’t around any more to keep him company at night. He passed a few of his younger sisters and cousins along the way to his room, and they halted playing their game to greet him.

“Good night, little bites,” Freddie called to them, affectionately.

“Good night, Freddie,” they responded, with a giggle, glancing at each other.

“I hope you enjoy sleeping in your bed tonight, big brother,” snickered Alba, the oldest of the group, at eleven.

Still puzzling over the odd way the girls had been acting, Freddie entered his room. As soon as he flicked on the light, he saw what the girls had been laughing about. Monica was in his bed, moaning softly.

“Hey, big soldier boy,” she purred, “I’m all warmed up for you.”

“Pff. You mean, you have the bed all warmed up for me,” smiled Freddie, as he took off his shirt.

“Mmmm, yeah, that too. But I was talking about my pussy. See? I’m all hot and I’m all yours.”

She threw aside the covers to show that she was playing with her clit, with her legs flung open, invitingly.

Freddie stared at her tiredly for a moment. “Moni, I really am exhausted. You have no idea how hard boot camp was.”

She pouted and spread her moist pussy lips with her fingers. “As hard as your dick is about to be, with your sexy little sister wrapped around it?”

Freddie sighed. “Fine, once. And then we’re going right to sleep, and staying asleep at least until sunup, you horny meatslut.”

“Yay!”

He protested when she woke him up by slurping on his dick twice more that night, but that didn’t stop him from roughly fucking her til she screamed his name each time, before they fell back to sleep.


When the morning actually did arrive, Freddie just lay back and let Monica work on his morning wood until he came directly in her throat. Afterward, he just luxuriated in the freedom to not get up and run for several miles with a drill sergeant yelling at him to go faster.

This relaxation didn’t last as long as he wanted it to. Between his younger sisters making almost as much noise as the sergeants, and the force of his newly acquired habit of staying constantly active, he gave up on the idea of lazing around in bed all morning. After less than half an hour, he got up and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt, while Monica just laid still, following his every movement with her eyes.

“I’m going for a quick run,” he told Monica, while he stretched.

“Okay. I’m going with you,” responded his sister, hopping to her feet.

“Ha, no. There’s no way you’ll be able to keep up. I don’t want to have to carry you back after you collapse half a mile in.”

Monica stretched her legs so deep her cunt nearly brushed the carpet. “For your information, Private Martini, I have been working out while you were having fun at camp. I’ve gotten to the point of jogging at least two miles every day.”

Freddie eyed her skeptically. Her legs did seem to have some muscle tone behind the fat. She was pretty appetizing looking, now that he really looked.

“Alright,” he conceded, “I guess two miles is enough to get me warmed up to start my day. But, I’m going at my speed. Either keep up, or fall behind.”

Despite what he said, he started out slower than he had been made to run in boot camp. Monica struggled to keep pace for the first half mile, before finally giving in and allowing him to pull far ahead. Even though she turned back as soon as she saw him headed towards home, rather than trying to go the full distance, Freddie still beat his sister home by a couple minutes.

When she got back, she immediately flopped down by the door, panting hard.

“I thought you said you did this every day,” probed Freddie, who had largely recovered already.

“Fuck…fuck, Freddie.” When she caught her breath some more, she said. “I don’t go that fast. I’ll bet you’d go slower too, if you had a giant set of bare tits punching you with every step.”

Freddie just grinned. “It was fun watching them bounce for those brief moments I was moving towards you, rather than feeding you my dust.”

Monica groaned, but was too exhausted to think of a comeback.

After showering, or more accurately, after Monica insisted on scrubbing him clean in the shower, the two of them chatted idly while he got dressed.

“Which one is better for a first date?” asked Freddie, holding up two worn t-shirts.

“A date?” Monica said brightly. “No, no, neither of those. Here, try this one.”

She nodded once he had shrugged it on. “So, we’re going on a date, bro?” she asked eagerly.

“Yeah–I mean no.” He flicked her sharply on the nose. “I am going to ask out someone. I guess you can tag along, if you promise not to be a nuisance.”

Monica frowned. “Oh. Well, who’s your date going to be with, then?”

“Umm, I haven’t quite made up my mind yet.”

Monica brightened again. “Oh! Then how about me?”

Freddie rolled his eyes. “I’m looking for a girlfriend. You know, someone who will be here–and be alive–whenever I get back from being deployed.” He pinched her nipple sharply. “Field rations need not apply.”

“Okay, okay. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Freddie sat down on the bed next to her. “Felicia and I talked about who I should go for, after she was gone, quite a few times at camp. She thought I should ask out Faith.”

Monica made a face. “You know she’s a bitch, right?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I was never really that into Faith, I just tolerated her because Felicia liked her so much. Not bad in bed, though.” He fidgeted for a moment. “I kind of had my eye on Angie.”

“Angie?” she said, incredulously. “She’s way too young. She’s barely even a teenager.”

“I’m pretty sure she turned fourteen recently,” Freddie defended. “And you’re only fifteen, so how is that so different?”

“I’m your sister: age gaps don’t count with family. In fact, I’m your oldest sister, at this point, so I’m automatically okay for you to fuck. If you want a real girlfriend, I say Angie is out of the question. At least for a few more years, anyway.”

“Fine,” grumbled Freddie. “Then how about Daisy? She got a nice ass, and she always seemed like she had a crush on me.”

“I guess…but I’m not crazy about you dating my best friend. Also, all my friends have good taste, so more than half of them have crushes on you, Freddie. That hardly makes Daisy special.” Monica sat up straighter. “Oh! I know: Nikki.”

Freddie blinked. “I haven’t seen her in like, a year. I thought she got snuffed, or something.”

“No, she was just dating a girl over in Greensburg. I ran into her the other day at the mall, and she said her girlfriend had just been snuffed at work or something. That means she’s recently single, and she’s back in town. You two always got along so well, I was sure you would have gotten together if Felicia hadn’t come along. She’s perfect for you, bro.”

Freddie scrolled through his phone for a moment, then stared at the last few messages in their chat history. “Do you really think she’d still be interested in me? We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.”

“Don’t be a wuss, she’s smarter than that. She knows that shit was all Felicia’s doing. In fact, the way she asked about you when I saw her makes me sure of it.”

“If you say so.” Freddie hesitated.

Monica reached for his phone. “Here, I’ll do it, if you won’t.”

He pulled away from her and stood up. “No, no, I’m doing it. Just give me a second to think of what to say.”


His phone dinged with a reply while his mama was dropping a second pile of bacon pancakes on his plate, which started a quick series of back and forth messages. By the time Monica came up from drinking her morning protein smoothie from between his legs, Nikki had agreed to meet him at the mall in an hour, and hang out all day.


“Hey, Fred, over here!”

“Hi, Nikki,” he called back, walking up to where she stood by the soft pretzel shop.

As soon as he got close enough, Nikki tipped her head up and gave him a peck on the lips. The nineteen year old brunette had a slender frame that made her seem tall, but that wasn’t enough for her to be able to stand eye to eye with the towering young soldier.

“Oh, hi, Moni,” Nikki said, and looked quizzically back at Freddie.

“Hi, Nikki,” Monica replied, meekly. “I hope you don’t mind having me along, too. I promise not to get in the way, or anything.”

Nikki smiled and kissed the naked teen. “You’re not in the way, cutie. I just didn’t realize you’d be with us.”

“Moni has been pretty much stuck to me since she volunteered to be my MOTF when I get deployed,” explained Freddie.

“Your…motive?” Nikki looked baffled. “You mean, like, she’s the reason you’re fighting, or something?”

“M. O. T. F.” spelled Monica. “Meal On Two Feet. It’s army slang for a personal meatgirl.”

“Oh! Oh, that’s great, Moni!” smiled Nikki. “Ah, I guess that’s why you’re naked, then.”

“Yep,” responded Freddie. “I’m proud that my little sister is doing her part, too.” he hefted one of his sister’s tits in his hand. “Plus, with these with me on the battlefield, I know I won’t be going hungry.”

Nikki licked her lips dramatically. “Well, they’re making me hungry right now,” she teased, fondling the other boob. “Maybe I should take the first bite.”

“Sorry, this meatgirl is reserved,” intoned Freddie, with mock seriousness.

Monica blushed lightly at the attention. “How about Freddie buys us both some giant pretzels, to make up for hogging my meat, hmm?”

Nikki’s eyes sparkled as she turned her focus back on her nominal date. “I like the sound of that.”

“Certainly, my ladies,” Freddie bowed. “What flavors do you want?”

The rest of their date seemed to fly by. At lunch, Monica sent a few fingers Nikki’s way while under the table, which led to Nikki licking Monica’s pussy for dessert. After Monica had scarfed down more food than the other two combined, they all headed to the mall’s theater, the three of them holding hands on the way, with Nikki claiming the middle spot. They settled on a murder mystery, which the posters advertised to be starring an attractive, busty actress as the victim. They decided to take seats near the back, where fewer people would see them.


“That was a great movie, Fred,” said Nikki dreamily, leaning on his arm as they left.

“It was, wasn’t it?”

Freddie nearly walked into a potted plant, his eyes being locked onto his date.

“You think so, huh?” snickered Monica, trotting alongside Nikki. “If you guys loved the movie so much, then can you tell me who did it?”

“Oh, it was…the butler?” guessed Nikki.

“I don’t think there was a butler in this one,” smirked Monica.

“The aunt,” said Freddie confidently. “The one with the big hairdo.”

“She was the second victim,” laughed Monica. “She died like twenty minutes in. You guys were so busy making out, you missed the whole fucking story.”

“Yeah…I kinda stopped paying attention after they finished snuffing that hot milf from the poster,” admitted Nikki. “So, I give up, who did it, Moni?”

Monica looked sheepish. “I don’t know. Aside from the sex and snuff scenes, I was mostly just fingering myself watching you two. I wasn’t really listening when they got to the denouement. That guy they had play the detective was sexy enough, but his voice was sooo dry and boring, I just kind of tuned him out when he was talking.”

The other two stopped and stared at the naked girl, then they all burst out laughing.

At the edge of the parking lot, they paused, seeing that they had parked in different directions. Monica grabbed Nikki’s hand and then nudged her brother.

“Hey, Nikki,” started Freddie, then hesitated.

“Yes, Fred?” prompted Nikki, with a relaxed smile.

“Would you, maybe, want to, umm…I mean I had a great time, and I thought maybe, if you also had a–”

“For fucks sake,” muttered Monica. She turned to face the older girl. “Nikki, what he’s trying to say is, Mama always makes way too much food. You should come over and help us eat it; and then it’ll probably be pretty late, so why don’t you just stay the night with us.”

“Yes, Fred, I’d love to,” grinned Nikki. “I even just happened to bring my toothbrush, so if you don’t mind me wearing matching PJs with Moni, I’m all ready for a sleepover.”

“I’m not going to wear–oh, right,” giggled Monica.

“Perfect!” grinned Freddie, shooting a grateful glance at his sister. “I hope you like authentic Italian food, Nikki.”


After the predictably chaotic supper, this time without anyone they knew on the menu, several of the older kids dragged Freddie, Monica, and Nikki into a board game. After cousin Stephani claimed the victory in the first game, and Monica conquered them all in the second, Freddie and Monica got up to head to bed.

“Sorry, girls,” excused Freddie. “We’re just tired from our date. We’ve had a pretty busy day.”

“Tired, hmm?” smirked cousin Stephani, who was less busty than Monica, despite being a few years older. “And it has nothing at all to do with the way Nikki has been playing footsie with your dick under the table for the last hour?”

“It sounds like they’re going to have a busy night, too,” Alba added, with a giggle.

“You’re one to talk, Steph,” countered Monica. “You tried to cheat by fingering me for most of that last game. Too bad for you that I’m just so great at this that I can beat you all while I’m cumming.”

“Yeeah,” drawled Stephani. “You just got lucky.”

Alba laughed loudly at that, and pointed at her cousin. “Yeah! She got lucky with you, Steph!”

Monica stuck her tongue out at her cousin and sisters, then scampered off to catch up with her brother. She reached them just as they were entering Freddie’s room.

“Hey,” she said meekly, “I’ve kinda started sleeping with Freddie. It’s cool if not, but could–”

Nikki kissed her, and pulled her into the room without breaking the kiss until after she had kicked the door closed.

Nikki had them both sit on the bed, then gave them a show, stripping slowly, with lots of sinuous swaying and teasing peaks before fully exposing herself. The moment she was done, Freddie embraced her, kissing her deeply. Monica made herself useful by reaching between them and opening her brother’s shorts, so she could pull them down. When Freddie stepped back to peel his shirt off, Nikki and Monica slid into a gentle, flowing kiss of their own.

Nikki and Monica lead the way to bed, continuing to make out until they got settled, lying side by side, inviting him to fuck them, silently saying it with their eyes and their bodies. The horny boy took their unspoken invitation without hesitation, ravaging them both for hours on end. Late into the night, they finally collapsed, settling into sleep, spooning with Freddie in the middle and Nikki wrapped in his arms.

Field Rations Always Suck, part 2


In the morning, Freddie was the first to wake up, but he chose to just enjoy the feel of the teen beauties he was sandwiched between until they woke up too. Monica was the next to open her eyes, and after a happy little stretch, she kissed her way around her brother’s shoulder and up to his lips. Still leaning over him, she peppered more kisses down the length of his side under the covers until she got to his hips. Freddie chuckled silently when she leaned completely over both him and Nikki, pushing her face into Nikki’s crotch. He could feel her brushing on the tip of his dick now and then, but it was obvious that she was spreading her attention to more than just his growing manhood poking between Nikki’s thighs.

Nikki woke up with a moan and put a hand on the back of Monica’s head before even opening her eyes. Monica took this as a command to work harder, so she started moving more energetically, while Nikki lifted her top leg to give the girl easier access. Freddie got involved at this point, sucking on Nikki’s neck and fondling her breasts from behind. Monica occasionally deviated from eating pussy long enough to give the head of Freddie’s dick a suck, but kept her main focus on getting off his new girlfriend.

When Nikki’s moans built in volume, announcing her orgasm, Freddie threw off the covers, pushed his sister aside, climbed on top, and drove his cock straight into Nikki’s spasming cunt. He showed her no mercy when she cried out even louder, pounding into his girlfriend with long, rapid strokes. This sudden change in stimulation pushed Nikki into another orgasm directly on the tail of the first one.

Monica didn’t take any offense from being momentarily ejected from their morning sex. Rather than trying to involve herself with the couple again, she sat back and started fingering herself, enjoying watching them fuck.

After Freddie came, he fell gently forward and rolled off to lie next to Nikki. As soon as her panting died down, Nikki reached out and pulled Monica over to lick them both clean.

“Good morning,” moaned Nikki.

“Morning gorgeous," responded Freddie.

Monica moaned a greeting too, but didn’t stop digging cum out of Nikki’s snatch with her tongue.

Nikki let out a long slow breath that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

“I feel like the happiest girl in the world,” Nikki said. “I’ve got a brand new boyfriend who fucks like a stallion, aaand a tasty new girlfriend who eats pussy just as well as she sucks cock.”

Freddie kissed her tenderly. “So, I guess we’re official, then?”

“You kidding?” Nikki smiled at him. “That was so much more than a casual fuck last night, Fred, darling. Until you dump or snuff me, I consider us to be very much together.” She put an affectionate hand on Monica. “A throuple for a while, and then I suppose we’ll be a couple, after you snuff your–umm, what was it–MOTF.” She pushed lightly on Monica’s head. “Unh, fuck, you horny piggy, stop. My clit can’t take any more right now.”

Monica looked up, smiling lovingly.

“I know it’s probably too soon to say it,” Nikki said to Freddie, “but I’m quite definitely in love.”

Freddie and Nikki kissed again.

“Oh, come to think of it, Moni needs to go to her own training camp, don’t you?” He looked down at Monica’s cum moistened face. “When are you leaving for that?”

Monica sunk her face back down, hiding partially between Nikki’s thighs. “I don’t actually know,” she admitted.

Freddie’s brow furrowed. “How can you not know? Didn’t they tell you when you signed up?”

“Well, that’s the thing–I haven’t technically signed up yet,” was the slightly muffled reply.

“But, you said you filled out the volunteer form,” countered her brother. “So, you have signed up.”

“I read it, but I didn’t actually sign it,” Monica confessed, looking up apologetically. “I couldn’t fill it out at the time, because I needed this.” She scooted up and reached out, touching his dog tags. “Without your serial number, they wouldn’t be able to pre-assign me to you; I’d just be given out to whoever needed fresh rations, as soon as I finished meat training.”

Freddie groaned in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

Monica tried to hide again, this time in Nikki’s cleavage, and Nikki wrapped a comforting arm around her. “I’m pretty sure they’ll send me to training right away, and I wanted to spend some more time with my big brother. Please don’t be mad, Freddie.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. But, if you aren’t through your training before I go into combat, they’ll assign me a random MOTF, so you really need to sign up, soonest.”

Monica sat up, wide eyed.

“Well,” said Nikki, hugging Monica’s waist, “I guess that settles the question of what we’re doing today.”


After cleaning up together, Nikki realized that she hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so Monica took her to borrow clothes from Stephani and her mom, Siena, since they were about Nikki’s size.

At breakfast, Freddie told the family about Monica’s impending departure. “Depending how long it is before I get called in to be deployed, Moni might not have a chance to come back home before we get shipped out.”

“So, we won’t see her until you get back from the war?” asked Alba. “How long does a war last?”

“Alba, sweetie,” Mama said tenderly, “that’s not how it works. Frederico will be coming home now and then, but Monica is going as his field rations. That means she won’t be coming back at all.”

The younger girls all got quieter at that, thinking of how they would miss them both.

“Freddie, you lucky son of a she-cow,” teased Stephani loudly. “You get to eat that big juicy ass all on your own. I guess I’ll have to pick a different cousin to serve at my wedding, once I snag myself a man.”

Nikki turned her nose up at Stephani in mock indignation. “Ha. You’re assuming Fred won’t have you turning on a spit at our wedding, you scrawny meatslut.”

This started the girls all talking about whom they thought would end up on who’s dinner plate, which devolved into an argument about which of them was going to taste the best.


At the door, most of the family gathered to say their goodbyes to Monica. This consisted of quite a few kisses, several cheeky gropes, and hugs from all of them.

“You look after your brother while you’re out there, young lady,” instructed Mama. “Keep him well fed, and make sure nobody gets past you to hurt my only boy, you hear me?”

“Yes, Mama,” mumbled Monica, struggling to get enough air to breathe in her mama’s cleavage.

“Train hard, little dumpling,” said Papa. “You need to be strong enough to be of help out there. The way I hear it, you’ll be his pack mule, and his shield, not just a source of protein. And, whatever you do, don’t ever slow him down, or make him come back into danger to get you.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“When I was serving, my field rations took more than a few bullets for me,” said Gramps. “But, don’t discount your value as a source of warmth at night, or stress relief in those quiet times when a good blowjob can help him clear his head for the next fight.” He squeezed her ass and pushed his hips into her when they hugged. “I don’t suppose you could give an old soldier one more, for the road.”

Monica giggled, but shook her head. “Sorry, Gramps, but we need to get going.”


Nikki and Monica made out in the backseat the whole way to the recruiting office, while Freddie drove. Once there, they went directly to an open table, where a busty recruiter wearing only a camo patterned cap and boots helped them fill out the necessary paperwork and talked them through the process.

“You guys showed up at the perfect time,” said the woman, who introduced herself as Ration Grade A 4385. “In about two hours, I’ll be taking a bus load of fresh meat to start training right away. We only ship out the girls twice a week, but you won’t have to wait around long at all before we get going.”

Ration 4385 directed Monica to step on a scale, and then took her measurements to add to the grading portion of the form. After the paperwork was filled out to her satisfaction, the woman directed them through a door, where they found a man tattooing on a naked girl’s neck. After he was done, he waved Monica to sit in the chair while he looked at her paperwork.

“This all seems to be in order,” he stated, in a bored tone. “Now, keep still, MOTF, I need to give you your serial number.”

A few painful minutes later, an eleven digit number preceded by the letter B had been indelibly printed on Monica’s neck, then the man pointed them to a waiting area. There were about a dozen other girls already waiting. Several were gently fingering each other, or eating each other out, and one was getting fucked by an older man, but most were just sitting around chatting animatedly.

“Well, I guess this is it,” said Monica, looking around and rubbing her cunt absently.

Nikki pinched the girl’s nipple and shook her head. “It sounds like you have some time to kill. You won’t see him for a while, so why not give your brother a blowjob before we go?”

“I’d love that,” Monica smiled. “And I can do you next, if you want, Nikki.”

Freddie took one of the open seats, and his sister fished out his cock. Monica tried to take her time, but the room full of naked girls and general air of excitement had them both horny, so it wasn’t long before he was shooting his load down her throat. Nikki had sat down next to them, and already had her skirt flipped up, shamelessly exposing her moistening pussy to everyone present. Monica didn’t even pause to take a breath before diving between Nikki’s legs, kissing the last shot of cum into her cunt. Nikki also didn’t last long under the skilled assault of Monica’s tongue, a fact which the whole room could clearly hear from her moans.

After she had composed herself, Nikki stood up and helped Monica to her feet. They kissed deeply a few times, playfully licking up some of the residual cum that had smeared on each other’s faces.

“Even if it was just for a day,” said Nikki fondly, “you made a great girlfriend, Moni. Now, I’m counting on you to take good care of our man while he’s away. Don’t ever let his nuts get backed up, or let him go hungry.” She cupped a hand firmly on the meatgirl’s cunt and breast to emphasize her points.

“Yes, ma’am. You can count on me,” said Monica in a serious tone, but with a wide grin.

Nikki stepped back to let Freddie say his goodbye. He swept up his sister in a bear hug, lifting her slightly off the floor in the process. When he set her down, Monica turned her head up, and he kissed her once.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, porkchop,” he said simply, with a smile.

Monica beamed at her brother. “I’m going to be the best field ration ever, just for you, big brother; you just wait and see.”

After Freddie and Nikki had waved one last time, and walked back out towards the entrance, Monica settled in and started getting to know the other girls she would be training with. The variety in the volunteers surprised her. Looking around, Monica could see that they ranged from early teens all the way up to late twenties, with all sorts of body shapes and sizes.

It seemed only a few moments later that Ration 4385 strode into the room and called for their attention. “Alright, fellow meatsluts,” she called pleasantly, “time for us to move out. Everyone stand, line up in front of this door, and follow me. Don’t forget to bring your paperwork.”

She led them out to a bus painted all over in pink and black camo, taking their papers as they boarded. After the group from the waiting room were all on the bus, she went back into the building, soon returning at the head of an even longer line of naked girls, which also climbed aboard with the woman.

The bus made two more stops, picking up about as many girls at each of the other recruiting branches, along with an additional woman dressed in the same type of hat and boots as Ration 4385. The last group found that even squeezing close together on every bench seat, several girls had to either stand in the aisle or sit on someone’s lap. Being packed together naked like this led to quite a bit of groping and rubbing, so even those not intentionally sexually playing with their benchmates were quite horny by the time they pulled into the camp ground.

As they disembarked, the fresh meat were ordered to form a long double line, facing a gruff looking sergeant and a few additional rations in their minimal uniforms. When the women were satisfied with how the girls were arranged, the sergeant addressed them.

“Welcome to field ration training camp two hundred and seventy-one!” he bellowed. “Here, you will be strained, tortured, broken, and rebuilt into army certified meat, ready and able to serve your assigned soldier for the remainder of your life! I would say that these next two weeks will be hell, but that would be underselling it! War is hell. This camp–this will make war feel like a pleasant vacation at the beach.

“Make no mistake,” he continued, “the only ways out of this camp are to complete the course, or die trying! More than a few of you pathetic sluts will not survive what we have in store for you.”

He took his combat knife out of its sheath and handed it to one of the women standing near him.

“To get us started, Ration 4385 will now demonstrate how to properly gut yourself to prep your meat for your hungry master.”

“Thank you, sir,” beamed Ration 4385, taking the knife. “Watch closely,” she called to the fresh meat, “I’m only going to do this once!”

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A bit over a week later, Freddie found Nikki standing by the front door looking anxious when he returned from his morning run. When he reached her, she held out his phone.

“You got a message,” she said. “It looks important.”

Still breathing heavily, he took the phone and read the message, nodding at the end.

“It’s my orders. I am to report to the base by 0600, day after tomorrow.”

His girlfriend hugged him, and they went inside to tell the family that their boy was headed off to war.

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Ration 3041 blinked at the bright sunlight as she jogged off the cargo plane onto the hot tarmac, her pack of cooking supplies clanking with each step, grateful for her standard issue boots and hat. Once she and the other new rations had lined up, a lieutenant called out the directions for each squad, dismissing them group by group to find their assigned masters.

When Private Martini saw her running up to him, for a moment he thought she would throw herself into him, but the smiling meatgirl stopped a couple paces short and saluted.

“Ration Grade B 3041, reporting for service, sir!” she said in a hoarse voice.

“Moni!” cried Freddie, hugging her tightly. “You’re here!”

Wondering why she didn’t return the embrace, he looked at her, noticing absently that ‘3041’ were the last four digits of the number on her neck.

“You have to say at ease,” whispered the ration.

“At ease, sis,” he chuckled.

She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him like she was starving for his lips. It took a few minutes of passionately making out before she would release him and stand on her own again.

Looking around at the rest of the squad, it wasn’t hard to guess which of the newly arrived MOTFs were random assignments and which were already intimately familiar with their master. A few had disappeared into the barracks to make use of the bunks, but most of his squadmates were still standing around, many with an eager pair of lips, of one type or the other, wrapped around their dick.

“How can I serve you, sir?” inquired a grinning Ration 3041, already starting to kneel.

Freddie laughed, “You already know how, my MOTF. By the way, what happened to your voice?”

“Pain tolerance training was hard on my vocal cords,” she rasped, pulling out his cock. “They’re not quite healed yet.”

While he enjoyed his blowjob, Freddie looked around more carefully, evaluating the MOTFs his squadmates had received. Most looked like the sort of meat he expected from army field rations, but one in particular surprised him. The young sergeant in charge of the squad had received a thin girl who barely looked old enough to volunteer, with cone shaped AA breasts and underdeveloped hips, but she did at least have the look of a swimmer or a distance runner. The eager way she was bouncing her doubtless tight cunt on his cock, plus a noticeable family resemblance, led Freddie to realize that she was most likely a niece or young cousin who had volunteered to feed her uncle at the earliest allowed opportunity.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it in time,” commented Freddie, looking back down at his own MOTF again. “From what I hear, we were only waiting for some supplies before rolling out, so we’ll probably be leaving first thing in the morning.” He chuckled softly, “Oh, I guess you girls were the supplies, huh?”

Ration 3041 moaned in response, but didn’t stop sucking until he came, and she had swallowed every drop.

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“Company, halt! Alright boys, we’ll make camp here,” ordered Sergeant Stevenson. “Lowden, you’ve got ration duty tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Private Lowden. He glanced forward at his MOTF in the group at the front of the column, and the bullet hole in her shoulder–he’d been expecting that order since their firefight that morning.

“Give me one of your canteens, then go help cook, Moni,” said Private Martini, when his own MOTF approached for her orders.

“Yes, sir,” she panted, still a little winded from their march.

The squad had gone through three of their original ten MOTFs, and they hadn’t received any replacements yet. Most of the new rations had assumed that they would be eaten right away, but their value as pack animals and cannon fodder meant that most MOTFs didn’t get fully butchered until they had taken enough damage to slow them down on the march. The first one to go had stepped on a land mine, the second had been shot and killed while drawing enemy fire, and the last had simply twisted her ankle on some uneven terrain. Two of the others had contributed an arm or a breast to the squad’s meals, but were still considered more useful on two feet.

Naturally, Ration 3041 wasn’t the only one helping cook. One of the others bandaged both of Lowden’s MOTF’s shoulders after he had removed her arms, and the sergeant’s lanky MOTF was getting a fire started. Lowden’s MOTF, designated Ration Grade B 9353, thought her grilled hocks would go well with some fried potatoes and green beans, so Ration 3041 was put to work peeling and slicing the potatoes.

“I can’t believe it,” muttered Ration 3041.

“What’s that?” asked Ration 7421, just coming back to the fire with the pans she’d collected from the other MOTFs.

“Before I signed up,” explained 3041, “I made a joke to my brother about how silly it was to think that I would be peeling potatoes on a battlefield. And now, here I am.” She spread her arms out expressively.

“I know what you mean,” 7421 laughed. “When I volunteered, I figured I would have my brains fucked out by a sexy soldier for a few days, then he would spit me and eat me. Looking back, I can see how naive it was to think that they wouldn’t be putting us to work.”

“What?” asked Ration 9353, sitting up from where she had been recovering. “You mean you aren’t getting your brains fucked out? Alex–I mean–Master Lowden has been pounding me so hard I can barely walk in the morning. I’ll bet tonight he’ll be even less gentle.” She glanced over at her master with an adoring look.

“Oh, no, yeah, the sex is great,” agreed 7421, who was the only remaining Grade A in the squad. “I just meant that I thought the only difficult parts would be the actual fighting. I didn’t know it was even humanly possible to run as far as we went last week,” she groaned.

“Yeah, I knew we’d be doing all this other stuff, but I thought we would be shooting and getting shot at every day,” contributed Ration Grade C 0137, flipping over the first girl chop. “But, we’ve been in, let’s see, three firefights in the last two months?”

“Four,” corrected 3041, reaching for another potato. “You’re forgetting that one in the market early on.”

“That one doesn’t count,” disagreed 0137. “She was just a suicide bomber, she didn’t have a gun.”

“But, our boys had to shoot her to keep her from getting in range,” asserted 7421. “I think 3041 is right, someone shot, so that means it counts.”

“Either way,” said 7421, “this is very different from how it is in the movies and stuff.”

“I don’t care as much about all that,” said Ration 9353, watching another of her girl chops sizzle on the pan. “I’m just disappointed that I have to share my meat with the whole squad, instead of feeding it all to my high school crush, like I’d imagined.”

The others murmured their agreement.

That night in their tent, Ration 3041 asked what her brother thought of the war.

“This war doesn’t seem all that much like the stories Gramps always told us.” She paused to moan as his dick reached her cervix. “He made it sound like it was all shooting, and stabbing, and malaria fevers.”

“Yeah, well,” Freddie grunted, “I’m sure he skipped all the boring parts. Also, he spent most of his time in a jungle fighting against an organized army, and we’re in an arid climate hunting for scattered insurgents. It’s bound to be a very different kind of war. Fuck, how are you still this tight, sis?”

“I’m your very own, custom made meatgirl, sir,” his MOTF moaned. “It’s my job to be perfect for you. Of course, it helps that you fuck my throat more often than my pussy.”

“Well, you know what Gramps says about field rations.”

She groaned and thrust back at him even more vigorously, to distract him from finishing the thought.

After he came, he moved to a different topic. “Hey, Moni, you MOTFs all talk amongst yourselves, right? What’s the deal with the sergeant’s ration? She’s so scrawny, I can hardly believe she made it through training.”

“Ration 0137? Yeah, she was at the same camp as me. In fact, I bunked with her once or twice, so I know a little of her story. She comes from a family of career military men, where most of the girls also volunteer, sooner or later. I thought I was highly motivated to get through training to get back to you, but that little kitten put the rest of us to shame when it came to sheer drive. All the other girls near her size didn’t make it, but 0137 worked twice as hard as any of us and just about always finished at the head of the pack. They ended up keeping her in pain tolerance training longer than the rest of us, too, because she was the only one who didn’t scream or beg them to stop. When I was with her, she moaned about her ‘Uncle Ed’ every time she came. She says thinking about him every second of every day was what got her through it all.”

“Huh,” grunted Freddie. “I could see she was dedicated to him, but I wouldn’t have guessed all that. Still, I’ll bet you give better blowjobs, sis.”

She grinned at that, and moved down to prove herself worthy of the praise.

Field Rations Always Suck, ending

“What’s the plan, sarge?” asked Corporal Collins quietly.

Sergeant Stevenson and Corporal Collins, along with the sergeant’s MOTF, were crouched behind a low wall, scoping out the building which intel claimed to be an insurgent weapons cache. The rest of the squad was farther down the wall, resting for a moment while the attack plan was formulated.

“Looks like we can approach from the south without being seen from either entrance, or the windows. We’ll need two fire teams. You take Hardy, Lowden and Martini through the west entrance, and I’ll lead the team at the north entrance. We’ll synchronize our breaches to be at exactly–” they both checked their watches, “1320. Expect heavy resistance, so standard breach procedure. We’ll use my MOTF and Martini’s.”

“Yes, sir, understood,” responded Collins.

Ration Grade C 0137 hugged her uncle, and they made their way back to the others.

After the squad had organized according to the plan, they carefully moved between the rough stone and cement buildings toward their target. To make it easier to keep quiet, both of the MOTFs had left their packs behind with the rear guard.

“This is it, Monica,” whispered Private Martini to his MOTF, who was walking directly behind him, holding his left shoulder handle so he knew where she was. “Do you remember how to perform a breach?”

She swallowed hard, but answered, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He handed her his combat knife, then they both stopped talking, since they were getting near the building.

At the west entrance, the fire team formed up around the door. Ration 3041 was pressed directly against the door, with Corporal Collins standing behind her, and Hardy and Martini against the wall to either side. When his watch ticked over to the correct time, Collins tapped the MOTF’s shoulder in warning, then kicked the door open. Ration 3041 stumbled inside, then raised her knife and yelled, charging at the first insurgent she saw.

There was a deafening thunder of gunshots from all sides, but 3041 didn’t stop, even when she felt burning holes tear through her in several places. However, just before she could reach the man in front of her, she felt a sharp blow to her right hip, and when she brought down that foot, the leg failed to take her weight, and she tumbled. Everything was suddenly quiet again a moment later, before she heard shouts of “Clear!” as Hardy and Martini entered the room.

She had rolled over onto her back when she fell, so as she looked up in a daze at the ceiling above, her eyes automatically followed the trajectory of a small object as it fell to the floor near her. As she looked back where it had come from, there was a woman just standing up, and she realized the significance of the circular ring and the straight metal pin attached to it.

“Grenade!” she called, but Hardy was already putting bullet holes in the female insurgent.

The round ball tumbled from the woman’s hand and bounced to a stop next to Ration 3041. Without even thinking, Ration Grade B 3041, formerly known as Monica Martini, heaved herself over on top of the grenade. It stayed, nestled between her thighs, pressing slightly into her cunt for several tense heartbeats before her groin erupted into a red mist.

The team was momentarily stunned by how close that had been, before the soldiers got back up from where they had dove for cover. Once they had checked the room again, they pushed forward, systematically clearing the building of hostiles until they met up with the other team.

After they had determined that they were secure, Martini and Hardy came back to check on 3041. Freddie rolled over his sister, who coughed, showing that she was still alive, while he collected his knife from where it had dropped.

“Well done, Moni,” he said softly, bending over her.

Hardy sighed, holding up the severed leg he’d found a few feet away. “Shit,” he muttered, looking at the meat in his hand, “we’re gonna be picking shrapnel out of our dinner, and our breakfast, aren’t we?”

Freddie looked over at him and shrugged. “It beats picking shrapnel out of ourselves.”

“You got that right, buddy.”

“Fuck this hurts,” whispered Ration 3041, then coughed up some blood. “Freddie,” she said, forgetting her training as she went into shock, “would you mind fucking me to death? I don’t think I’ll be much more use to you alive.”

Her brother looked skeptically at her lower body, then glanced upward. “Moni, I’m pretty sure that red smear on the ceiling is what’s left of your cunt.”

Ration 3041 tried to laugh, but it just turned into more coughing.

“No, not that,” she smiled weakly. “What was it that Gramps used to say about field rations?”

She opened her mouth wide, and looked at her master expectantly.

He chuckled, and started pulling his cock out of his pants. “Field rations always suck.”

She swirled her tongue around and along his cock, swiftly getting him hard enough to bury his manhood in her throat. Once he was deep enough to cut off her air, he was careful not to ever pull her head back far enough to let her breathe, keeping his strokes short as he shoved her face into his groin. The dying meatgirl moaned and swallowed repeatedly, milking him, while she massaged her tits, relishing her impending ending. When she stopped moaning, he shot off his load inside her, but kept his dick in her throat for a time.

When he was sure her heart had stopped, he stood up.

“Thanks, sis. I couldn’t have asked for a better field ration than you.”

>>30571
Thank you. This was your best one yet. But what happened to C0137?

>>30640

Thanks!

Honestly, I couldn't make up my mind what should happen to C-137 while I was writing the story, and I was running out of time before the (self-imposed) Memorial Day deadline, so I just skipped that part. Maybe after I wrap up some new illustrations for some stories on Ao3, I'll write a little epilogue about her fate. That might be a good time to give her a name, too...maybe Beth or Diane 🤔

>>30653

Sounds great! Do youbwana post your AO3 link?

>>30668

https://archiveofourown.org/users/JoyJuice69

It's just the same stories as here, but with more illustrations, fewer typos, and some minor improvements. Because Ao3 allows edits after publishing, I sometimes go back and tweak things in the stories over there, so I consider Ao3 to have the best version of my stories. For example, I added a couple phrases to Savory Sixteen to clarify the mansion layout after our last conversation (basement / main floor / 2nd floor with bedrooms).

I started out writing a short epilogue, but as usual, I got a little carried away. I hope you guys enjoy.

Field Rations Still Suck

cannibalism, incest, teen

With her eyes closed, Ration Grade C 0137 tried to breathe silently now that she was in position, pressed lightly against the rough wooden door, though she worried that her pounding heart would rattle the door despite her best efforts to be still. Just having her beloved uncle being a few inches behind her typically would have been enough to get her heart going, but she had moved the man’s presence to the back of her mind, as she concentrated almost entirely on her role in the breach. In that moment, her excitement was from the thrill that came from a life-and-death battle, with only the barest hint of sexual arousal to intensify her emotions.

Focus, ration! When the door goes, I go, she reviewed mentally. Move in fast and engage the baddies, but stay just to the side, so Uncle Ed has a clear shot. He will not get hurt on my watch, or my name isn’t Ration Grade C 137!

The scrawny teen hadn’t thought of herself as Diane Heide since the moment she had set the tip of her pen against the volunteer form three months earlier. In fact, she had barely even felt that she belonged to her birth name long before that. The young girl had always been frustrated with her mother for getting married, thereby deviating from the family tradition of volunteering for an honorable military death after popping out a few replacement girls for the family. Little Diane had considered the name given to her a mere placeholder until she was old enough to earn a serial number, and fulfill the duty her mother had dodged. For as long as she could remember, the wiry girl had been training herself to protect her youngest uncle in battlefield situations just like this.

The slight tap on her back, followed by the door crashing open as Sergeant Stevenson’s boot rammed into it, was not jarring or disorienting to the MOTF, it was the signal which freed her to act. Ration 0137 stepped smoothly into the dim room, and opened her eyes. She didn’t falter–she instantly took in the occupants and determined that the startled man reclining in a chair in front of the small TV was a bigger threat than the two nude girls on the cot, so she charged towards his right side, leaving a clear shot for the soldiers she knew were peering in after her.

The insurgent’s gun was leaning against the TV a few feet in front of him, so she easily closed the distance before he even had a chance to reach for it. He did however manage to pull a knife from his belt as he stood, and swung it at her. Reflexively, Ration 0137 raised her forearm and blocked the swipe, then swooped her arms around, grabbing his wrist with both of her hands, and locked her arms straight out. This effectively prevented him from moving the weapon again, and also left space between them for the stream of hot metal shots which ended his life. A few more bursts of gunfire dispatched the girls on the cot while Ration 0137 watched the man in front of her slump to the ground.

“Clear!” called each of the arriving privates as they finished scanning the room.

Ration 0137 looked around sharply, still on alert for hidden threats, but there were none left. She moved to the corner when the soldiers entered, knowing that she would only get in the way if she tried to go with them into the narrow hallway connecting the room to the rest of the building.

After all but Private Laurel, the rear man in this fire team, had transferred deeper to the building’s interior, Ration 0137 took up the insurgent’s knife and slit the throats of all three of the enemy bodies. There hadn’t been any sign of life in any of them, but she was still on edge and needed something to do to distract herself from the fact that her Uncle Ed was engaged in something dangerous, and she couldn’t help him at the moment.

After several minutes of tense fidgeting, she let out a sigh of relief when Sergeant Stevenson and Corporal Collins came into the room, evidently unharmed.

“We’ll need to call in a couple trucks to haul all this out, Collins,” her uncle was saying. “Take Laurel and Hardy, and bring the rest of the squad in here, for now.”

“Yes, sir!”

The sergeant looked around the room and noticed his MOTF standing by the cot, with a toothy grin on her young face.

“How’re you doing, string bean?” he asked.

“Great, sir! Ready for orders!”

He pulled out a med kit from one of his vest pockets as he walked up to her. After lifting her bloodied arm, he raised an eyebrow. “Then, what’s this about?”

Ration 0137 looked at the gash in her arm in surprise. “Oh! I didn’t even notice it. Sorry, sir.”

The knife had struck the part of her forearm where the bone was right by the surface, so it hadn’t done much more than slice a section of skin. The man nodded and carefully wrapped the wound in gaze and that inexplicably self-sticky outer bandage.

The MOTF cocked her head and looked at her uncle. “Why bother bandaging me now, sir? With an injury like this, wouldn’t we just put me on the menu for supper?”

“We would,” he answered, “but I hear that Ration 3041 took a grenade, so you’ll have to wait.” He guested to the snuffed meat on the cot nearby. “Looks like we’ve got some decent sluts as spoils to eat, too. Probably be a few days before we get down to grilling your skinny ass.” He finished tending to her injury with a little kiss on her wrist.

Ration 0137 glanced at the cot and then grinned at her uncle again. “Are we secure for now, sir? Is this a good time for some stress relief? I’m very ready for you, uncle sir!”

Sergeant Stevenson chuckled and nodded. “We should be good for a quickie, little slut,” he said fondly.

The thin girl hastily shoved the meat off the cot, and took their place, not caring about her injured arm or the blood-stained sheets. She enthusiastically fluffed his cock, then laid back with stars in her eyes as he sank it into her dripping wet baby hole.

“Mmmm, yeeess,” she moaned.

Fuck! I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on! she thought, as the rush of adrenaline from the short battle found a sexual outlet.

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Riding in a truck over the rough dirt roads wasn’t much of an improvement over marching all day–at least, not for the rations in the back of the cargo truck, squeezed between crates of confiscated munitions. The five rations were noticeably stiff when they climbed out of the truck after coming to a halt at the forward supply depot, a few of them groaning softly, but none of them complained. Some sore butts and stiff limbs were nothing compared to pain tolerance training back in meat camp. The soldiers in their troop transport had fared much better, having seats and room to move around a little during the ride.

Ration Grade C 0137 was the only one of the MOTFs who still seemed to have any spare energy as the squad jogged the remaining yards to their assigned barracks, but she had special reason to be excited.

“We’re going to restock on rations when we get to base this afternoon,” the sergeant had said that morning. “So, tonight, we’re treating ourselves to a whole roaster! My little spit muffin MOTF is on the menu, boys!”

When they reached the barracks, they found a half dozen fresh field rations lined up and waiting for them. The new girls all seemed to know who their assigned masters were, since they each went up to one of the soldiers who had already snuffed their previous ration and presented themselves.

“Ration Grade A 1610, reporting for service!” cried the one standing at attention in front of the sergeant and his young MOTF.

“At ease, ration,” Sergeant Stevenson said.

As soon as the new girl relaxed, Ration 0137 stepped up and hugged the fresh meat. Like most of the new rations, 1610’s skin was far paler than that of the MOTFs who had spent the last several months marching around stark naked in the desert sun. The sergeant’s latest ration was a striking red head in her early twenties, with meaty legs and a pair of soft, round tits that just begged for you to fondle them, especially when she was naked. Ration 0137 felt an immediate bond with the woman, particularly since she readily returned the younger girl’s embrace.

“Hi, I’m Ration Grade C 137! You must be lucky, ‘cause you got yourself assigned to the best fucking master in the army.” She snuggled briefly with the woman’s freckled cleavage, then pulled back with a huge grin on her face. “You smell like you’ll be delicious. Not that I’ll be around long enough to find out. I’d love to tell you all about how great Uncle Ed is, but he promised that I would be spitted today, so I guess you’ll just have to discover that for yourself!”

Ration 1610 laughed lightly, and after a nod from her master, followed 0137 as she skipped her way to the nearest fire pit.

Ration 7421 collected all the sections of the snap-together travel spit from the rations’ various packs. Ration 0137 had a good fire going by the time 7421 had assembled the spit and its stand, and Ration 1610 had unpacked the stuffing and the basting oil. Ration 0137 had shucked her boots and cap as soon as she had reached the spot where she would be snuffed–she didn’t even wait for her master to issue any orders, so she was very nearly bare by the time the sergeant walked up to the cooking team.

“Alright, string bean,” said the sergeant tenderly, peeling the bandage from his MOTFs arm. “Are you ready to become my dinner?”

Her arm had only healed enough to stop bleeding in the week since capturing the enemy supplies, but they didn’t want to risk the meat spoiling, so the sergeant had ordered her to continue protecting the small gash with fresh bandages each day.

Ration 0137 pouted playfully at her master. “How can you even ask that?” She broke into a grin. “I’ve been ready for years, sir. Servientes in morte. Just order me, don’t ask. I only exist to die for you, Uncle.”

He smiled and nodded, rolling one of her erect nipples between his fingers. “Ration 1610, make me a table to spit this slut on.”

“Yes, sir!”

Ration 1610 got to her hands and knees next to them, and Ration 0137 promptly bent over on top of her, presenting her tight, wet pussy to her uncle. He pressed a finger into her hole, gauging the position and angle of her cunt before 7421 handed him the spit.

Satisfied that his MOTF was ready, he took the spit and held it in both hands like a spear, sliding the sharp tip into her opening. He worked the end in and out a few times, then found the entrance to her womb and forced the spit into her empty baby factory. She let out a long, low moan when the point reached a part of her no one had touched before, and could barely keep herself from pushing back and rushing the next critical moment of her life. Sergeant Stevenson gave the girl a few gentle thrusts of the deadly cooking implement to help her get closer to an orgasm before firmly sending the sharp tip into her gut.

Ration Grade C 0137 came immediately, with a cry that obviously blended pain and ecstasy. Her uncle steadily worked the spit in, around her vital organs, until the point reached the base of her neck. He paused for a moment to let her enjoy her orgasm a bit longer while she could breathe freely, then he quickly guided the spit the rest of the way, leaving it sticking out of her mouth.

“Nicely done, sir!” said Ration 7421.

The man just waved for her to insert the stabilizer she was holding. After the anal stabilizer had locked the roast in place, the sergeant and Ration 7421 lifted the spit muffin off Ration 1610, and set the spit leaning against one end of the roasting stand. The squad commander had other things to attend to at that point, so he left the meal prep in the capable hands of the field rations.

Ration 0137 had put a hand between her legs, and started rubbing her clit as soon as they set her up where she was hanging above the ground at the stand. The travel spit’s breathing holes weren’t as accommodating as the ones on a standard live-roast spit, but still provided enough air for her to survive until she started to cook. Rations 7421 and 1610 got to work gutting and oiling the meat, but before they started adding the stuffing, Ration 7421 was called away by her master.

“Slut,” ordered Corporal Collins cheerfully, “get over here on your knees, and help me with my tent.”

He pointed to the bulge in his pants. The corporal was obviously looking forward to the feast, and was already in need of servicing from his busty MOTF. She wiped some of the oil on her hands off on to her breasts, then dutifully began blowing her master, while also fingering herself. The other rations, old and new, were busy giving a hand, mouth, or cunt to each of the other soldiers, all of whom had gathered around to watch the naked teen get cooked.

“Sure, leave me to do all the work over here, while you have fun with your masters,” grumbled 1610 quietly, but she actually enjoyed handling the meat.

The spitted girl and her chef were both getting considerably turned on by the intimate process of turning a nude girl into a meal.

“Hey, muffin,” said Ration 1610 kindly, “I’m going to have to bind your arms and legs soon, so you might want to hurry with that last cum.”

Ration 0137 was squirming as much as the steel rod through her body allowed, and she had one hand on her cunt and the other pinching and pulling on her tiny breasts. Ration 1610 packed the roast’s belly with stuffing and sewed her shut, then the meat shuddered with an orgasm. When the slowly dying girl relaxed, her chef tied the meat’s limbs into position.

The fire and the meat were both ready at this point, so Sergeant Stevenson came back over and helped Ration 1610 pick up the spit and place it fully on the stand. Ration 1610 noticed that her master just stood at the head of the spit, watching his young MOTF begin to cook, so she knelt in front of him and smiled up at his face.

“Thanks for your help, sir,” she said. “I’m ready to serve, if you need anything, sir.”

He glanced down, and looked at her as if he had only just noticed she was there. “Hmm? Oh, yes, go ahead, ration. A little relief sounds nice right now. I was just remembering when my cute little niece gave me her very first blowjob. A pretty typical story, I guess, but even back then, she said she wanted me to be the one to snuff her. A damn fine field ration, this one was.”

On the spit, the young roaster felt herself growing tired, but also deeply satisfied. The heat of the fire felt right and familiar, like the blazing sun searing her over the last few months was just a preview, and it was finally time for the real thing. Her deeply tanned skin was already intensifying its color, the first sign that she was truly cooking and would soon be nothing more than a feast for her uncle and his squad. Ration Grade C 0137 could see her uncle and her replacement from her position above the fire, so she smiled, as much as the spit in her mouth allowed, when Ration 1610 began fellating him.

Just before her world faded to black forever, she thought to herself, Bye, Uncle Ed! And thanks for your help, 1610. It’s nice to see that field rations still suck…

>>30776

This was a really great story thank you fot showing us how things ended!

Its intresting that Collins got one of the rare A-grades to actually make it through the system instead of her beeing assingned to the ranking officer, isn't it?

>>30817

Well, Collins got his A-grade at the same time the sergeant got his niece, so I guess that left an opening for the second in command to get the top quality ration. Note that Sgt Stevenson did get the next A-grade, so the best meat does typically go to the higher ranks. Of course, in a squad, the MOTF's meat is shared, so it doesn't make too much difference who gets to be the master of the higher quality meat.

Also, I originally had a scene showing this, but the soldiers who have already snuffed their MOTF often receive blow jobs, etc. from the other surviving rations. An A-grade ration, like 7421, certainly would have been enjoyed by the entire squad in one way or another. Rank certainly has its privileges, but most of the lesser officers wouldn't be stingy with their own squad. Gotta keep up that morale! 😘

Ten Little Monkeys

Tags: casual snuff, female, lesbian incest, loli / toddlers

Once upon a time, there was a woman who always had lots of baby girls whenever she got pregnant. In fact, at one point she had ten little daughters between the ages of two and five, all of them energetic and playful!

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With great difficulty, Mama rounded up all ten of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

That special wonderful feeling the girls got from their massages energized them, like the little monkeys their mama affectionately called them.

“You little monkeys can play for ten minutes, and then I’m going to come in here and read you your bedtime story, and tuck you in,” instructed Mama. “Try to get all those squirmies out before then, so you can sleep soundly.”

“I know,” cried Barbie to her sisters, “let’s all jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” replied the others.

So, all ten little monkeys climbed up on the great big bed they shared with their mama and started jumping up and down, right from Rosie, the oldest, down to Tammy, the youngest.

They were all having great fun jumping on the bed, until little Tammy slipped and fell off the bed! Tammy tumbled as she fell, and sharply hit her head on the big sturdy toy chest, with a loud CRACK!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Tammy has fallen and bumped her head!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Tammy only gave a tiny moan when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on a plain robe. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Please, call me Satu, doctor,” smiled Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Tammy! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and bumped her head quite badly!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has broken her neck. She is alive for now, but she will never move again.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, I must tell you, no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Understood, doctor,” replied Mama, breathing a little harder. “Good night. And thank you for coming over so quickly!”

Doctor Menta said, “Good night.” Then he hefted Tammy over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe. Once ready for bed, she clapped her hands together, and called, “Okay, girls! Your ten minutes are certainly up now. Gather around, and I’ll read you a story!”

“I want this one! This one, Mama!” cried Sylvie, holding up a book.

“Rachel and the Neighborhood Roast,” read Mama from the title. “Mmm–nice choice! I love how sweetly Rachel plays with the roast!”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With some difficulty, Mama rounded up all nine of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

After their bath, Mama said, “Okay, little monkeys, you can play for ten minutes, and then it’s story time, and then into bed with you!”

“I know,” said Poppy, “let’s all jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all nine little monkeys got up on the bed, and started jumping up and down, right from Rosie, the oldest, down to Capri, the youngest. They had such a lot of fun jumping and bouncing!

Before long, Capri jumped when she should have bounced, and she fell off the bed! As she fell, she tumbled, and hit her leg on the rocking horse, with a loud SNAP!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Capri has fallen and bumped her leg!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Capri sobbed when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on a plain robe and a touch of makeup. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Please, I told you, call me Satu, doctor,” smiled Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Capri! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and bumped her leg quite hard!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has broken her leg. She is alive, but she won’t be able to walk.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, I must remind you, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Right, doctor, sorry!” said Mama. “Thank you so much for coming over so quickly! Have a good night!”

Doctor Menta said, “Yes, good night.” Then he hefted Capri over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. Once ready for bed, she clapped her hands together, and called, “Enough play time, girls! Get in bed, and I’ll read you all a story!”

“I want this one! This one, Mama!” cried Amy, holding up a book.

“Jessie Rides the Spit,” read Mama from the title. “That is a classic! isn’t it?”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Come along, little monkeys! Time to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With difficulty, Mama rounded up all eight of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

After all of them were warm and tingly inside, Mama sent them to work off their energy before bed. “You can all go and play for ten minutes, then it will be story time, and then bed!”

“Let’s jump on the bed!” said little Kaylee.

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all eight of the little monkeys climbed on the bed and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Marley, the youngest.

They had hardly even started bouncing, when Barbie bumped into little Marley, and knocked her right off the bed! Marley tumbled as she fell, and her arm caught in the bed frame on the way down. She hit the floor with a loud THUMP!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Marley has fallen and twisted her arm!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Marley cried a little when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and a bit of makeup. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Now please, doctor, I really wouldn’t mind a bit if you called me Satu,” smiled Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Marley! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and twisted her arm quite badly!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has dislocated her shoulder. She is alive, but she must be in quite a bit of pain.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to cup her breast over her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, I must say again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Of course, doctor,” said Mama. “Thank you so much for coming over so quickly! Have a good night!”

Doctor Menta said, “Good night.” Then he hefted Marley over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. The naked mother clapped her hands together, and called, “Quiet down, little monkeys! All of you get in bed, and I’ll read you a story.”

“I want this one! This one, Mama!” cried Poppy, holding up a book.

“We’re Going on a Girl Hunt,” read Mama from the title. “Hehe, yes. Do you think they’ll catch a big one this time?”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With a bit of difficulty, Mama rounded up all seven of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

After their bath, Mama said, “Okay, little monkeys, you can play for ten minutes, and then it’s story time, and then into bed with you!”

“Yay!” yelled Allie, “Let’s jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all seven little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Kaylee, the youngest.

They had only been jumping about the big bed for half a minute when Kaylee started giggling so hard that she doubled over, and fell right off the bed! As she fell, she tumbled, and landed right on her little head, with a loud BONK!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Kaylee has fallen and bumped her head!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Kaylee murmured quietly when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and a bit of makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“We’ve known each other so long, I thought you might start calling me Satu by now,” pouted Mama, coyly. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Kaylee! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hit her head quite badly!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a concussion. She is alive, but if she falls asleep right now she might slip into a coma.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to firmly massage her breast over her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, it seems you’ve forgotten again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, whoops! I am a bit of a ditz, aren’t I, doctor?” said Mama, who was looking a little flushed. “It’s such a relief that you’ve come over so quickly once again!”

Doctor Menta said, “Good night, Miss Simian.” Then he hefted Kaylee over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. Then, Mama smiled, clapped her hands together, and called, “Come along, little monkeys! Get in bed with Mama, and I’ll read you a story.”

“Please, can we read this one, Mama?” asked Rosie, holding up a book.

“Rosie, the Christmas Turkey,” read Mama from the title. “Yum! You’re making me hungry!”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Little monkeys, it’s time for you to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With slight difficulty, Mama rounded up all six of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

When the girls were all ready for bed, Mama told them, “I’m going to give you ten minutes to play before story time, my little monkeys. Go on now and get that energy out.”

“Hooray!” yelled Amy. “Let’s jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all six little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Sylvie, the youngest.

A few jumps in, Sylvie was trying to jump just as high as she could and didn’t watch where she was going, so when she came down one leg went off the edge of the bed and she fell! The foot that had landed squarely on the bed twisted quite wrong, before she hit the floor with a loud WHUMP!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Sylvie has fallen and hurt her leg!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Sylvie whimpered when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Oh, doctor, I really don’t know why you are so formal with me,” pouted Mama, coyly. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Sylvie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her foot!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has twisted her ankle. She is alive, but I’m afraid walking on that leg would hurt a fair bit.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow, then nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to grope her breast under her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, you really ought to have been more careful. So, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“I have failed again,” admitted Mama, without taking her hands out of her robe. “But you must agree, no one is perfect. I am ever so grateful to you for coming over so quickly. I hope you have a wonderful night, doctor!”

Doctor Menta said, “Well, yes, I suppose so. Good night, then.” Then he hefted Sylvie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. Once undressed, Mama slipped into bed and called to her five naked daughters, “Come along and let me read you a story, little monkeys.”

“I want this one,” stated Allie, holding up a book.

“The Five-Girl Night,” read Mama from the title. “Ah, how appropriate! That’s just what I’ve got tonight!”

After reading the book, the five naked girls piled on top of their mama and they drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Little monkeys, it’s time for you to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With hardly any difficulty, Mama rounded up all five of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“Ah, my sweet little monkeys,” sighed Mama. “You go off and play as hard as you like until story time. Get good and worn out, now.”

“We can jump on the bed again!” suggested Barbie.

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all five little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Allie, the youngest.

While they were jumping up and down so happily, Allie got rather careless, and she knocked over one of the water glasses on the nightstand. With a cry of alarm, the small girl dove after the cup to try to catch it, but alas– the delicate glass shattered as they hit the floor together with a SMASH!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Allie has fallen and hurt her hand!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Allie sniffled and held her cut hand when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and nylon stockings and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“I’m so glad you’re here, I just know I can always count on you in an emergency,” purred Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Allie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her hand!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has quite the deep cut. She is alive, but she’s lost some blood and a cut like this would certainly leave a scar.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with wide eyes and baited breath, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, at the risk of repeating myself, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, I don’t mind if you repeat yourself, doctor,” said Mama, with her robe getting rather loose. “Really, I don’t mind hearing you speak, no matter what you’re saying.”

Doctor Menta said, “Well, I certainly have no doubt of that, Miss Simian. Good night, again.” Then he hefted Allie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup and nylons. Having stripped naked again herself, Mama said to her daughters, “Alright, little monkeys, story time!”

“This one,” said Poppy, holding up a book.

“Sidney the Tasty Cowgirl,” read Mama from the title. “Aww, I loved this when I was little.”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Time for you to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals of her daughters’ play.

Fairly quickly, Mama rounded up all four of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“Okay, I want you girls good and tired tonight, so play hard until story time,” instructed Mama.

“Come on, let’s jump on the bed again!” suggested Rosie.

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all four little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Amy, the youngest.

The four monkeys jumped and bounced, and bounced and jumped, laughing and shouting the whole time. When little Amy had had enough of jumping and nearly enough of bouncing, she decided to sit down and let her big sisters bounce her around for a bit. Unfortunately, Rosie, Barbie, and Poppy all jumped and landed at the same time just beside Amy, which bounced her so high she went right off the side of the bed! As Amy fell, she tumbled and landed on her front with a CLUMP!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Amy has fallen and bumped her head!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Amy sniffled and shed a tear when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Such dreadful misfortunes we’ve been having in this house,” bemoaned Mama. “Thank goodness, you’re here to take care of things, doctor! Oh, but you must come and check on little Amy! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her head!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a small bruise on her forehead. She is alive, but her forehead will be sore for a while.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor hesitated, then nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with wide eyes and baited breath, and slipped a hand between her legs up her lingerie, and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “Now then, I’m not sure it will do any good saying it, but there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, that does seem to be when things keep going wrong, isn’t it?” agreed Mama, whose nipples were standing out noticeably against the thin fabric. “I shall have to be most careful to keep that in mind. Oh, good, wise doctor, I take great comfort in knowing that you will be here to help me! I hope that you have a wonderful night, and dream dreams as sweet as I have these past few days!”

Doctor Menta said, “Err, yes. That is very kind of you to say, Miss Simian. Good night.” Then he hefted Amy over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons. Mama said to her three naked daughters, “Come along and let me read you a story, little monkeys. If you’re good, perhaps I’ll let you give me another special massage before we go to sleep.”

“Let’s read this one,” requested Barbie, holding up a book.

“The Very Horny Kitten,” read Mama from the title. “Mmm, yes, perfect! My kitten is very horny, too!”

After reading the book, the three naked monkeys helped Mama’s horny kitten get those wonderful tingles, and then they drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Oh, my little monkeys! Time to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals of her daughters’ play.

With only a slight fuss, Mama rounded up all three of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“All nice and clean and happy, from head to toe!” declared Mama. “You little monkeys go and play now. I’m going to be busy enjoying a nice glass of red for a bit, so play nice.”

“Let’s play dolls,” suggested Barbie.

“Yes!” agreed Rosie.

“I’ll play with the blocks,” decided Poppy.

As soon as they had gotten out all their toys, Mama came into the bedroom. “What?! Why are you girls just sitting around with dolls and blocks? You little monkeys need to be doing something much more energetic. I just know you have heaps and mountains of wiggles in you, so get them all out now, before you climb into bed with Mama!”

“Yes, Mama,” said the remaining triplets.

So, all three little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Poppy, the youngest.

The little monkeys jumped and hopped and bounced and giggled, working ever so many wiggles and squirms out of their little bodies. In the middle of a particularly big bout of giggles, Poppy laughed hard enough to have a tiny accident.

“Oh no! I gotta go potty!” she cried.

She clapped a hand over her tiny slit, and jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom, but she wasn’t looking out for all the toys they’d left out, so she landed on some dolls, and tumbled across the floor! As she tumbled, her free hand jammed down on the old wooden blocks she had been playing with, so she landed with a loud OUCH!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Poppy has fallen and hurt herself!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Poppy held up her finger with a tear, looking at the ouchie when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“I’m so happy to see you, doctor,” said Mama. “I hope you aren’t too troubled to come over so often! Oh, but you must come and check on little Poppy! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her finger!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a splinter in her finger. She is alive, but I’m afraid I don’t have any tweezers with me, so I can’t pull it out just now.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor shrugged and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with wide eyes and baited breath, and energetically worked a hand between her legs up her lingerie, and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “With that done, I feel that I should warn you once again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, doctor! I would just be so lost without your help!” declared Mama, with undeniable passion. “It seems like every time you come over, my life as a mother just gets so much easier! I can never thank you enough!”

Doctor Menta said, “Yes, yes, Miss Simian. I’m just doing my job. Well, good night.” Then he hefted Poppy over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons and jewelry.

“Such a wonderful doctor,” sighed Mama. “Ah, girls! Time for a story, then we’ll go off to sleep.”

“Let’s read this one,” requested Barbie, holding up a book.

“Sandy the Savory Snowgirl,” read Mama from the title. “Oh, how adorable! But, I never quite understood the mother in this one; she had loads of daughters, so why only make one snowgirl?”

After reading the book, the two little monkeys snuggled close to Mama and then they drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Here you are, my little monkeys! It’s getting late; time to get ready for bed!” Mama called over the chatter of her daughters’ play.

Without any fuss, Mama rounded up both of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“Ah, very nice, little monkeys,” sighed Mama. “Now, Mama has a few things to do, so you go on and play until bedtime.”

“Let’s go jump on the bed!” said Rosie.

“Yeah!” said Barbie.

So, both little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Barbie, the youngest. They jumped and bounced and hopped and laughed, having a wonderful time.

About ten minutes later, Mama came in to check on them. When she saw them both giggling and jumping, she said, “All good in here, I see? Say, you girls haven’t had a pillow fight in quite a while, have you? I would suggest having a pillow fight while jumping on the bed, but it’s probably too hard for you little baby monkeys. Oh well, perhaps when you get older.” Then she left to see if her nice lingerie was ready to come out of the dryer yet.

“We’re not babies!” declared Barbie.

“Yeah!” shouted Rosie, “we can have a pillow fight and jump, too!”

Barbie responded by whapping her sister in the face with a pillow. They both laughed, and got pillows, whapping each other, and jumping up and down all the while. Not even four jumps and three whaps into their new game, Rosie hit Barbie extra hard with a pillow, just as Barbie was jumping near the edge, and her jump took her off the bed. As she fell, she tumbled and landed face first with her pillow under her, skidding off the pillow with a muffled SWOOSH!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Barbie has fallen and hurt herself!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Barbie sighed when she was laid on the hard table, then looked down at her slightly reddened front side.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace and a dab of perfume and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Doctor, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you came over,” said Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Barbie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt herself!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a mild rug burn on her chest. She is alive, but the rug burn is right on her little nipples. Even as young as she is, those are rather sensitive, as you know, so I’m sure it stings a bit.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor eyed Mama skeptically for a moment, then nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with one strap off her shoulder, exposing a breast, and she energetically worked a hand between her legs up her lingerie and used her other hand to toy with her visible nipple.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “I begin to tire of saying it but, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t see my troubles as a burden,” said Mama. “If you’d like, I would be more than happy to offer you my finest hospitality as thanks,” she continued, raising one knee almost far enough to reveal her pussy beneath her skimpy garment.

Doctor Menta said, “Hmm, no, I’m afraid I must be going. Perhaps another time. Well, good night, Miss Simian.” Then he hefted Barbie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons and jewelry.

“Damn. I really thought I had him that time,” sighed Mama. “Oh, yes! Rosie! I suppose I’ll read you a story, then we can go to sleep. Maybe I’ll dream of something strong and manly again.”

“I want this one,” requested Rosie, holding up a book.

“Amanda the Thanksgiving Deer,” read Mama from the title. “A fine choice! I always thought it would have been cuter if they made a deerskin rug at the end, but that’s not really a Thanksgiving tradition, is it, little monkey?”

After reading the book, the little monkey snuggled close to Mama and then they drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Ah, my little monkey! Time to get you ready for bed!” Mama called over the quiet sounds of her daughter’s play.

Easy as can be, Mama took her young daughter and undressed her for the night. She helped her brush her teeth. She then scrubbed her clean in the bath, including her post-bath massage on her special girl-place. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngster, too.

“Mmm, what a darling little monkey you are,” said Mama. “Now Mama needs you to jump and bounce and whatever else to get all your energy out. Go on, little monkey!”

“Okay! I’ll jump on the bed!” said Rosie.

So, the one little monkey climbed on the gigantic bed, and started jumping up and down, all by herself. Mama watched for a moment, looking thoughtful.

“That’s some nice good jumping and some pretty good bouncing, but when I was little, I could do flips, too,” said Mama. “But, you probably can’t do flips– it’s too hard for you.”

“I can so do flips!” called Rosie. “Watch me do a big flip, Mama!”

Rosie tried her very best to do a flip on the wide expanse of soft bedding, but she couldn’t quite jump high enough, so she sort of just rolled over her shoulder onto her back. Unfortunately, she rolled a little too far, so she slipped off the edge of the bed and landed on the floor with a little OOF!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Rosie has fallen and probably hurt herself!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Rosie let out another little OOF when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to shave her legs and put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace and a dab of perfume and some high heels which did wonders for her legs and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Doctor, sweet, strong, handsome Doctor, what would I do without you,” said Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Rosie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and I’m sure she hurt herself!”

“Well, let’s see now,” said the doctor, as he inspected the uninjured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I frankly don’t see anything wrong with her. Perhaps she just got the wind knocked out of her?”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor said, “Seriously? Didn’t you hear, she should be just–”

Mama whispered fiercely, “There’s nothing to be done. We’ll just have to put her down, doctor.”

The doctor shrugged. “She’s your daughter.”

Then he nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with one strap off her shoulder and the skirt of her lingerie held up, exposing a breast and her pussy, and she energetically worked a hand between her legs and used her other hand to toy with her visible nipple.

“Hmm, well I guess, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “I’m not sure why I bother, but once again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Yes, yes,” assured Mama quickly, breathing hard. “I can honestly promise that there really will be no more monkeys jumping on the bed from now on. Thank you, so much for all you’ve done for me doctor! I’d gladly reward you for coming over to help all these times.”

Mama leaned close and smiled hopefully.

Doctor Menta said, “You’ll actually listen this time? Huh. Well, I am tempted by your offer– uh Satu, but I need to deal with this little monkey while she’s fresh. So, for now, good night.” Then he hefted Rosie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons and jewelry and high heels.

“Well, fuck,” sighed Mama. “What’s a woman gotta do to get some action?” Mama turned to the empty bedroom and said, “Well, little monkeys, what story will it be tonight? Oh! Right.”

After reading some naughty stories on her phone, Mama drifted off to sleep.

The next day was full of quiet and relaxation for the woman, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, then remembered why it was so quiet.

Mama went into the bathroom and undressed for the night all alone. She brushed her teeth all alone. She then scrubbed herself clean in the bath all alone, including a post-bath massage on her special girl-place.

After she was all clean and ready for bed, she sat down and thought very hard for about ten minutes. Then she stood up and said to herself, “Oh, I’m being very silly, aren’t I?”

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to shave her legs and put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace and a dab of perfume and some high heels which did wonders for her legs and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair and light some candles in her bedroom for mood lighting. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Satu?”

“Oh, doctor, I have a terrible problem, and I just know I can count on you to help me!” said the woman. “You see, doctor, I’m very much horny, and very much alone, and I’m very much fertile and incredibly easy! Please, doctor, won’t you help me get laid?”

She slipped off the lingerie and posed seductively.

Doctor Menta barked out a laugh. “Was that actually why you called me over all these times? Well, in that case, I’d say I’d better get this girl in bed, right away!”

And so, the woman lived happily and hornily ever after, with plenty of fresh, new little monkeys in her bed whenever she wanted them.

No doubt, you all knew this story already from having your own mama tell it to you, but I would bet that she censored it quite a bit, seeing that she likely wasn't as sex-crazed as that recklessly nymphomaniacal MILF in the story. Honestly, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if the only version you heard was that very tame old song, which went something like this:

Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Nine little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Eight little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Seven little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Six little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Four little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Three little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Two little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

One little monkey jumping on the bed,
She fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

No little monkeys jumping on the bed,
None fell off and bumped their head.
Mama called the doctor, and the doctor said,
"Put those monkeys right to bed!"

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I've been lurking long enough, and I figure it's time I contributed something, even if it was rather silly. If you didn't notice, this was partly inspired by a line in something recently posted by troubledmind.

>>31775
That was cute and funny! Hope she is keeping all those yummy little bodies in the freezer!

>>31778
Thanks 😊

I didn't really call attention to it, but the doctor was quietly taking the meat as his payment for the house call and/or just to get rid of the bodies. I never really made up my mind if he was selling them to the neighborhood butcher or keeping them for himself. Probably some of each.

> "Well, I am tempted by your offer– uh Satu, but I need to deal with this little monkey while she’s fresh. So, for now, good night.” Then he hefted Rosie over his shoulder and left.

I was originally going to have Mama chop up each little monkey to split with the doctor, but I decided that was just slowing down the story.

>>31779
Well that's a lot of meat for one person so I imagine he has a deal going with a local butcher! The only thing that might have made this story a little better would have been a variety of euthenasia methods but I understand the repetitiveness is part of the conceit :D

>>31780
> The only thing that might have made this story a little better would have been a variety of euthenasia methods but I understand the repetitiveness is part of the conceit

Yes, good point. This story started with several fewer points of variation in each day, and I kept adding more with each editing pass, so really the reason the snuff method was always the same is that I got tired of reading about little monkeys jumping on beds after about the hundredth monkey met her end. 😮‍💨

Maybe if I repost this on Ao3 a few months from now when I'm ready to look at it again, I'll spice it up a bit more.

Sorry for a late response but it took me a while to browse through your stories and of course I read those that appealed to me (I at least peeked at all).


>>27959 (>>27955)

> … it reads more like a summary of events rather than an actual story.
That is certainly true. It reads like a fairy tale from Brothers Grimm. The style is very similar, so I think it fits the story perfectly.


>>28649
Do you know Christopher Nolan's 2006 movie "The Prestige"[1], based on the 1995 novel with the same name[2] by Christopher Priest, starring Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Michael Caine, Scarlett Johansson and David Bowie? Movie and novel are like a template for your (short) story, only a little less bloody but with more deaths. I don't know the book, but the movie is absolutely worth viewing.

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prestige
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prestige_(novel)

>>31799
> It reads like a fairy tale from Brothers Grimm. The style is very similar, so I think it fits the story perfectly.

Thanks! I was deliberately imitating the structural style from those old timey fairy tales when I wrote that one, and I'm glad at least one person appreciated that. Even still, I recognize that the old style isn't used anymore for good reason, so I probably won't try that again.

> Do you know Christopher Nolan's 2006 movie "The Prestige"?
Yes, love it. I thought about it a lot while writing my own little 'prestige' magic story. That opening scene where Michael Caine explains the three acts of every magic trick were a major guiding force in planning this story. Obviously, there were a few other scenes I also took inspiration from in that movie, as you noticed 😉