Couldn't pass this up

I had something similar for another project. I just had to tweak the text a bit to get these images. I hope Megan appreciates it, . . .

>>29343
That's actually not far off how I pictured him! Just a little shorter and not quite so...blessed! 🤣

According to his mum, when she had come home from work the next day, Megan had been delighted with the pictures and had shared them with all of her girl-friends who would be attending the party, showing off the “yummy boy” they would be enjoying. She had come home with a Thank You card for him from Janice and a tube of cream which he had thought at first was toothpaste but which, she had quickly explained, was hair removal cream. Janice had put his mum in contact with the caterers, the same ones that would be cooking Megan herself at the next party and it had been them who had recommended this particular cream and given the instructions for its use – He was to apply it to his pubic region, under-arms, legs and forearms five days before the party, and, the instructions said, to his chest if he hand any hair there but he did not, then for the two days prior to the party and on the morning itself, he was to use it all over once a day.

The first session he had managed on his own, feeling a little sad as the thin but dark body-hair he had been rather proud of growing seemed to melt away, but for applying it all over he had needed to enlist his mum’s help for parts that he could not reach himself. Although he had been expecting to go straight to the party on the big day and for all the preparation to take place in the garden, the caterers had told him mum to drop him off at their facility that morning for initial prep and that they would take him with them to the customer’s venue, along with their team and the relevant equipment.

So that was where Timothy currently found himself, sitting in the generic waiting room of an unassuming building on a local industrial estate. The room could have been in a doctor’s surgery, a mechanic’s garage or any office that received regular visitors. A TV mounted high in the corner was showing a news channel with the sound turned off and occasionally hilarious auto-generated subtitles, a few magazines not too woefully out of date were piled on a table beneath while two rows of chairs abutted either side, forming an equal-sided L shape. The view through the latticed blind over the window showed only the car-park and some other grey buildings and the only other things in the room were a water-cooler that gurgled occasionally and the reception desk where a young woman in the smart company uniform was sat, making occasional eye-contact with Timothy and giving him the apologetic smile that was universal code for “I know this is awkward but it won’t be too much longer.” Only the company logo on the back wall identified this room as what it was.

Once he had given the receptionist his details then filled in and returned the forms she gave him, there was really nothing else to do but wait to be called, with her assurances that he was all booked in and that someone from the field team, as she referred to them, would be along to collect him shortly.

Wishing he had brought his phone in with him to give him something to and had it returned to his mum later with his clothes rather letting her take it back with her in the car, Timothy thumbed through one of the magazines, finding it to be some kind of trade periodical with some interesting pictures of boys, girls and woman being cooked but otherwise rather dry, mostly filled with self-congratulatory articles about how well the industry was doing, discussions about changes to legislation that meant nothing to anyone outside the trade and adverts for equipment and other resources. Trying not to sigh with boredom, he dropped it back down on the table and rubbed his hands on his thighs.

Per instructions, he was dressed in loose-fitting clothes – a pair of draw-string tan linen trousers his mum had bought him for their holiday to Italy in the Summer, an untucked polo-shirt in pale mint green and sneakers with ankle socks. He was not wearing any underwear. The light cloth felt strange against his completely smooth, hairless skin but it was not an unpleasant sensation. He had read the experiences of other users on a forum for meat-girls and boys and it seemed to be a fairly universal observation that nobody notices the fine, downy hair all over their body until it is gone!

“Timothy Clayton?” A red-haired young woman of maybe twenty or twenty one in the same uniform as the receptionist opened the connecting door to the rest of the building holding a clipboard in one hand and a mug with the company logo on in the other. Timothy stood and gave her a wave of confirmation along with a polite smile. “Great! Sorry to have kept you waiting!” She approached him, juggling her mug, pen and clipboard around to free up her right hand to shake his. “I’m Mollie, I’m going to be in charge of your prep today. If you’d like to follow me?” Timothy shared a final smile with the receptionist and followed the pretty young worker into the main building.

To be continued...

>>29346
something a bit more like this

>>29348
or this?

>>29347
Too bad we got to this part already. I would have liked to see more interation with his mom, a sister or a girlfriend beforehand, ...

>>29350
Trying to keep this one short and sweet 🤣

>>29348
Yeah those are pretty spot-on with the hair etc too, if a little idealised lol.

>>29352
Hey, got to make him look yummy to a bunch of teenage girls for dinner and a show, (aka:sex!).

>>29353
Not going to be any actual sex in this one I'm afraid but I hope people will still find it fun :D

>>29353
Sent you an email btw :)

“We’re in Prep Room Three,” she told him over her shoulder as they walked, “it’s just down here!” Rounding a corner, Timothy saw another pair walking towards them – another uniformed young woman, a brunette this time, slightly taller than Mollie, leading a grinning, sporty-looking girl of fifteen or sixteen by the elbow. Not only was the girl stark naked but her hands appeared to be tied behind her back.

“Have fun!” she smiled at Timothy as they passed.

“Eyes back in your head, mister!” Mollie teased as Timothy turned his head to continue watching the naked girl, observing her lovely, shapely rump and the aluminium band around her wrists.

“Why is she restrained like that?” he asked. “She doesn’t look like she’s going to try running away!”

“It’s part of the process.” Mollie explained. “Don’t worry!” she winked, “I won’t fix it too tight!” Timothy was about to ask more questions, not having realised that he would be delivered to the party like a prisoner, even if the restraints were only symbolic, but he was distracted as they arrived at the door. “Here we are!” the pretty red-head smiled, but instead of just pushing the door open like Timothy had expected, she knocked on it.

“Nearly done!” a voice from within answered. “Come on in!” Now she did open the door and led the young meat-boy into Prep Room Three were a young man was fixing the hands of a nine or ten year old girl behind her back, watched by a boy of somewhere between her age and Timothy’s who was already restrained. Both were grinning happily and, from their matching golden blonde hair, it seemed likely that they were siblings. What the teen could not fail to notice was the that boy’s sausage, despite being a similar size and shape to his own index finger, seemed to be fully erect and had some sort of hook coming out the top of it which was fixed like a piercing to his belly-button.

“Yup!” Mollie chuckled, as if reading his thoughts. “I’ve got one of those lined up for you too but don’t worry, I’ll talk you through everything as we do it. You done in here, Phil?” The man confirmed that he was and led his two charges out of the room, leaving Timothy alone with Mollie and giving him a chance to take a good look at the room. It was, he thought, as if someone had decided to turn their kitchen into an office. The floor was covered in easily-cleaned linoleum and there was row of cabinets down one wall with a black marble-effect counter-top and a desk, half of which was taken up with white carrier bags, all sealed with labels bearing QR codes and hand-written names and the other half of which was a selection of boxes, packets and bottles. The lighting with bright but warm, not like the harsh fluorescent lights of the reception area or corridor and the temperature clearly designed to be perfectly comfortable for people with no clothes on.

“Okay!” Mollie made some notes on her clipboard then took an empty bag and passed it to him. “Pop your clothes and shoes in here, please. They will be returned to your nominated carer or guardian within three working days. Come on,” she tapped her pen on the edge of the board a little impatiently. “No need to be shy! I can assure you that you don’t have anything I’ve not seen before, many, many times. Let’s get this show on the road!” If it had felt awkward undressing in front of his mum, stripping off in front of an attractive young woman who, despite being an adult, was probably far closer to his age than his parent’s, was on a whole other level! Still, she was a professional and it’s not as if he could get cooked with a pair of shorts on, so Timothy slightly nervously did as he was told, starting with his shoes and socks which he put straight into the bag, then his top and finally his trousers, under which he was not wearing anything.

“There you go.” he smiled a little shyly, feeling his cheeks getting hot, as he passed the carrier bag to Mollie who took a pre-printed label from her clipboard and used it to seal the bag before adding it to the others on the desk.

“Very good!” She smiled, setting down the clipboard and putting on a pair of blue latex gloves. “Now, let’s have a look at you.”

With his arms by his side and trying to relax despite the somewhat surreal situation and his knowledge of what was to come next, Timothy stood in the middle of the floor as Mollie walked around him to complete her visual inspection. Timothy was two month shy of his fourteenth birthday, a little taller than average for his age and, although not exactly muscular, had a well-toned body from swimming and cycling with very little fat but not too thin either. His thighs were quite thick, his belly taught and rump round, firm and peachy. His sausage, which was currently in a somewhat swollen state but nowhere near fully hard was a good size, especially when erect, and his oysters in their tight pouch were the size and shape of damson plums and promised to be just as juicy. His dark brown hair was not exactly long but not too short either, cut in a kind of feathered style that framed his handsome face nicely and hung just past his ears. Mediterranean blood on his paternal grandfather’s side had given him big, dark eyes and light olive skin which gave him the appearance of having a year-round tan and, although his rump was a little paler than the rest of his body, was generally an even shade all over. There was no denying that he looked good in his birthday suit and would look even better on the spit!

“Great stuff!” Mollie smiled. “Now,” she picked up a plastic flask with a wide opening and a screw-top lid from the desk, “I assume you haven’t eaten for the past twenty four hours?” Timothy confirmed this. “And nothing to drink but water?” He nodded. “Good. When did you last drink anything?”

“About half an hour ago, I think?” he ventured. “In the car before Mum dropped me off. Just a few sips ‘though.”

“Good, should be fine.” Mollie nodded. “Now, once we complete the next step, you won’t be able to urinate at all so,” before he knew what was happening, the young woman had put the flask around his penis, the wide hole accommodating it easily, “try to get everything out now. Come on,” she urged, seeing the embarrassed look on his face, “think of me as a nurse if it helps?” Closing his eyes and exhaling, Timothy tried to relax the relevant muscles and soon felt the sense of relief as the hot liquid flowed from him, resonating loudly against the inside of the bottle. When the flow stopped, Mollie pulled the bottle most of the way off then gave his willy a light shake to get rid of the last drops. “Good fellow!” She grinned, screwing the cap on the flask so it could be disposed of cleanly later and setting it down on the desk.

“Now this next bit is more fun!” She gently teased and stroked his boyhood with her fingertips until it stood to full attention. She then opened one of the boxes on the desk and took out a pre-loaded syringe with an orange cap with she pulled off with her teeth then depressed the plunger just enough to ensure that there were no air-bubbles. “Right,” she took hold of his erection quite firmly with her free hand and pulled his foreskin down with her thumb then Timothy looked down in fascinated trepidation as she pushed the think needle in under the rim of the mushroom-like head. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply as it went in but more from the idea of what was happening than from the actual pain which only felt like a sharp pinch. He felt a warm sensation spreading downwards as she injected approximately half the straw-coloured liquid then carefully pulled the needle out.

“It’s called Permahard,” she explained as she pushed the needle in again, this time near the root of his penis, hurting a little more as it pierced the blood-filled muscle, “it’s basically the same stuff as the Liquifirm we inject into girls’ breasts but a slightly more concentrated formula. There we go!” she grinned with satisfaction as she pulled the needle out then released his organ which had grown even thicker and harder than he thought possible. “Now you’ll have an erection for the rest of your life any beyond!”

Stepping back, she dropped the spent syringe into a sharps bin on the desk then pulled a packet out of another of the boxes and tore it open. Inside was a metal rod about seven inches long and curved like a fish-hook at one end. The other end was tapered to a sharp point and, between half an inch from the bottom and two inches from the top, the sides were lined with impossibly fine bristles, five milometers long, which were angled slightly upwards.

“The Permahard stops it from shrinking once your heart stops,” Mollie explained as Timothy felt the warm sensation turn to tingling and then to pins and needles throughout his entire penis, “but this keeps it nice and neat. Don’t want that thing flopping around as you turn over the coals, do we?” Timothy wasn’t sure what to say to this so simply smiled and gave a rather sheepish little shrug. “Once it’s in,” she continued, running her thumb down one side, the barbs making an almost musical sound like the teeth of a comb when twanged the same way, “these stop it from pulling out again. Ready?” The uncomfortable pins and needles were subsiding, giving way to a slight ache and feeling of pressure which was not entirely unpleasant. Once again she took a firm grip of his pride and joy then lined up the sharp tip with the hole in the end and began to push.


To be continued...

>>29354
Awwwwwwww, . . . :(

>>29355
Ed, I had to torture Perchance AI for a bit and do a little editting , ut I think I got you your 13yo Timmy.

>>29363
Hehe very cute! Hope he doesn't have too much of a balance problem! 🤣

“With the younger boys we sometimes fix their hands first,” Mollie explained as she spike slowly progressed to about an inch deep, “but I figured you could take it without trying to push me away?” Realising that his drive to want to impress a pretty girl was overriding and kind of self-preservation instincts, the very same situation which had got him there in the first place, Timothy managed to smile through the discomfort. Nobody would have been likely to judge him for thinking of the sensation he was currently experiencing as pain but he was all too aware that, when they got to the party, he would be impaled on a thick metal pole which would be forced through his body then roasted alive for as long as he lasted over blisteringly hot coals so it seemed prudent to reserve the stronger word for later!

It could, he told himself, be worse as the eyelash-like barbs squashed up against the main shaft of the skewer when pushed in that direction. They were there, he realised, to stop it from being pulled out again once it was in, meaning that his special sausage would likely not only be cut off but sliced open down the middle when it was served.

“Woah, easy there!” Mollie chuckled, feeling his boyhood twitch ominously in her hand. “Enjoying this more than you expected, huh?” Once again, Timothy gave her a rather sheepish smile. It was not so much the experience itself that he was enjoying, although having a pretty young woman firmly gripping his hard willy was far from the worst experience of his short life, but rather what it meant. There would be no going back. No backing out or reversing the process. He was meat now and in a few hours nothing would be left of him but bones and maybe a few leftovers in Tupperware boxes in Janice’s fridge. Would she bring some of his meat to work in her sandwiches on Monday, he wondered? If she, would she bring some for his mum too? Would she enjoy that? Perhaps they already had an arrangement in place so that his mum would get to enjoy some of the meat that she had formed inside her own body?

Although he understood that it was not as bad as it could be, having the metal spike pushed all the way down his urethra was definitely uncomfortable. He could feel his eyes watering and hoped that Mollie understood it was an involuntary reaction and that he was not actually crying. Even if he was going to die in a couple of hours, thanks in no small part, he assumed, to her actions, he did not want the very pretty red-head thinking of him as a silly little boy! To distract himself, he found himself wondering how often staff from this company ended up on the menu themselves, whether after volunteering after seeing how much the meat they processed seemed to enjoy the experience or to fill in for a last-minute shortage. He knew that young girls were the most popular kind of meat with it generally being agreed that the window of adolescence, from around the age of ten up to sixteen or seventeen, provided the best time-frame for harvesting, boys like him formed a joint second place with adult women, within certain limits of course, and despite being in her early twenties, with her slim figure, big boobs, thick thighs and curvy rump, Mollie definitely looked as if she would make a succulent roast!

“There we go!” she grinned at him when she was satisfied that she had pushed the skewer as deep as it would be able to go, with all the bristles now inside him. “Time for a quick test. You ready for this?” Without really knowing what he was agreeing to, Timothy nodded and Mollie hooked her finger under the hook which protruded from the end of his willy and gave a very gentle tug. The bristles bit in and he felt a wave of sensation unlike he had ever experienced before, pleasure and pain but mixed in such a way that the pain amplified the pleasure many times over rather than cancelling it out, without being possible to ignore on its own! The young teen gave an exclamation that was part way between a yelp of pain and a groan of sexual climax. This was apparently exactly what Mollie wanted and was expecting to hear because she gave a satisfied nod and declared her work done with a definite air of triumph!

“Ready for your belly-button piercing?” she asked with a grin. Still recovering from the overwhelming sensation he had just experienced and bracing himself for a second wave, Timothy nodded mutely, still supporting the hook with her finger, Mollie pinched the skin at the bottom of his navel and pulled it out a little. Then she gripped the hook for firmly, pulling it up sharply making the teen’s entire body feel as if every nerve-ending was on fire then forcing it through the skin pinched between her thumb and fore-finger. Timothy breathed in sharply but managed not to yelp. “Take some deep breaths,” she advised, “try to get used to it.” Timothy did as he was told, finding that each inhalation brought with it a fresh wave of that indescribable sensation but also that the longer it went on, the easier it seemed to be to cope with.

“Okay, hands behind your back, piggy!” she ordered cheekily, taking one of the metal cable-ties he had seen on the others from the box on the desk. He obediently did as he was told, crossing his wrists and instinctively curling his hands into loose fists. True to her promise, Mollie did not pull the tie too tight, just enough that it would not drop off even if he wriggled his hands around. “There we go!” She put her hands on her hips and looked at him appraisingly. “Ready to go! The others should have the van ready by now.”

It was only when she opened the door back out onto the corridor that the full reality of his situation struck Timothy. He was about to be led out, stark naked through the building just as the girl he saw on the way in had been, totally incapable of hiding his skewered willy or oyster pouch, utterly exposed and clearly identifiable as meat.


To be continued...

Love your story! Thanks for the comments on mine. Male meat is my fav!!!

>>29366
Thanks 😁 I aim to "cater" for every "taste" 😁

Out in the corridor, a pair of giggling girls of maybe twelve years old were being led in the other direction, different enough in appearance that Timothy guessed they were friends rather than sisters. Pausing their conversation as they passed, they looking the naked meat-boy up and down and seemed to like what they saw, giggling some more. Timothy felt his cheeks getting hot but also felt a little proud as they clearly liked what they saw! Emerging back into the waiting room, he saw that it was nowhere near as empty as it had been when he arrived. Waiting their turn with varying degrees of patience were a boy on his own who Timothy estimated to be a year or two older than himself, a brother and sister of around seven or eight who were sitting either side of their mum and three pre-teen or very young teen girls who had either arrived as friends or had formed a situational bond and were sat happily chattering together while they waited to be called.

Looking up as they passed, the receptionist smiled and gave him a quick look up and down with eye-movements that were not as discrete as she probably intended then wished him happy cooking. The younger children looked unashamedly at his naked and spit-ready body, immediately launching into questions for their mum about whether the boy’s willy would be made ready the same way and what would happen to the girl since she didn’t have one. The older boy made eye-contact and gave him a friendly half-smile of solidarity before glancing down at his skewered boyhood and giving a theatrical wince to which Timothy replied with a tilt of his head and a nonchalant shrug as if to say that it was all part of the teal. The trio of girls his own age stopped their conversation briefly to check him out, one of them even wolf-whistling appreciatively as Mollie held the door open for him and he stepped outside.

Although it was set to be a warm day, it was still quite early in the morning and the cool breeze caught him off guard, especially after the almost stuffy warmth of the building. Across the car park, in amongst the regular cars belonging to employees or visitors, there were a number of which vans with windows and the company’s logo on the side. One had the back doors open and two young men were loading equipment onto it. They stopped and waved when they saw Mollie and Timothy.

“This is us!” Mollie smiled, guiding him across the car-park, the loose bits of gravel on the tarmac digging into his bare feet. “This is the rest of the team for today. This is Doug and Cole.” She introduced the young men. “For some reason we never have any trouble finding guys to work Sidney parties, can’t imagine why!” she teased, making the young men look a little sheepish. “Guys, this is our meat today, Timothy! Unable to wave, Timothy gave a smile and a little up-nod of greeting. “Actually, do you go by Timothy or do you prefer Tim?”

“Tim, Timothy, Timbo… I’m pretty easy!” Timothy grinned. “My Grandpa used to say I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me for dinner!”

“Well I don’t think there’s any need to worry about that today!” Mollie chuckled. “You boys need a hand or are you all set?”

“I think we’re about done.” Cole confirm with an affable smile.

“Okay then Timbo!” Mollie gave him a playful but surprisingly hard slap on the backside. “Let’s get on board!” She led him to the side of the van and opened the sliding door revealing two sets of seats, four in total, meaning that with the three seats up from, the van could carry seven people, including the driver. “After you!” she smiled, holding his elbow to steady him since he could not hold onto anything as he stepped up into the van. “Take the window seat, I’ll get you strapped in.”

As he tried to get as comfy as he could with a barbed spike through his chemically-engorged penis and his hands fixed behind his back, Mollie leaned over him and pulled the strap of the seat-belt down, slipping it through his arm before clicking it into place. It felt a little silly, Timothy reflected, to be taking safety precautions for a journey that he was going to be killed at the end of but he supposed that having him strapped down in case of an accident was just as much for the safety of the other people on the van as it was his own, the same reason that the cooking equipment was all firmly secured with sturdy straps. Besides, he was food being delivered to a party so it was important that he arrive in good condition!

Along the way they made small-talk, Timothy finding that sitting down and therefore shortening the distance between the tip of his erect boyhood and his belly-button was providing some relief from the sensation that was so overwhelming that it made it difficult to think, although having his hands behind his back was starting to prove very uncomfortable. He supposed, however, that aching arms would be the least of his worries once they arrived at the party and he was put on the spit then over the coals. The drive was relatively short and although he had never seen Janice and Megan’s house before, he knew they must be close when he recognised his mum’s car parked in the street. Although she had been paid for his meat, and quite handsomely too, she had still been very touched when her friend had invited her to the party and Timothy was honestly very pleased that his mum would get to enjoy a taste of him, even if his most desirable parts would no doubt be reserved for Megan and her friends, which was only right.

“Here we are!” Mollie smiled as Doug pulled the van into the clear driveway, the pink and silver balloons tied to the post at the entrance making it clear that they were in the right place. As they parked up and the men got out, the front door opened and a middle-aged man in nice jeans and a smart but open-necked shirt came out to greet them. As he signed forms and pointed out the best way to get the equipment into the garden by using the side passage, Mollie unbuckled Timothy from his seatbelt, opened the side door of the van then helped him out. “So, Timbo!” she grinned. “Ready to go greet your public?”


To be continued...

As the young men came back to the van to collect their equipment and Mollie led Timothy towards the front door, the man was joined by a tall, blonde woman in her late thirties or early forties who he recognised as Janice, his mum’s work friend.

“Well hello darling!” she greeted him as if he were a beloved nephew, not meat she had purchased for her daughter’s party. “My, my!” she chuckled, looking him up and down, “Your mum wasn’t kidding when she said how grown up you were!” Timothy gave a polite, if slightly sheepish smile. “Why don’t you go through?” she invited with a hand on his shoulder as if he were simply another party guest. “The girls are all out the back. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see you!” With a polite smile to the parents, Mollie led her young charge through the house, following the sounds of splashing and laughter through the open-plan living room and out through a set of French windows into the garden.

There was a large patio on which a table of drinks was set up and on which the boys had started to set up the cooking equipment. Beyond this was a sizeable, well-kept lawn with a shed and greenhouse tucked away in the corner. The garden was fenced all around, providing a good level of privacy from the prying eyes of the neighbours and a row of trees at the end provided further shielding. Besides the lawn, the garden was dominated by a pool, a similar size to the one at Timothy’s school. Nowhere near full-size but a real luxury in a suburban garden! It had a red terracotta pavement all around, a ladder at one end and a slide and diving board at the other.

It was not the pool itself, not the beautifully kept lawn which commanded Timothy’s full attention, however, but the people currently enjoying it! In fact, he had to wonder for a moment if the Permahard was more toxic than he realised and died on the journey and was now in Heaven! Indeed, the chemical that had been injected into him seemed utterly superfluous as he was certain the sight that greeted him would have caused an instant, throbbing erection that even death would not be able to soften.

Chasing each other around the green lush, green lawn in the sexiest game of Tag he had ever seen were seven girls ranging in age from twelve or thirteen up to fifteen or sixteen, stark naked except for the boots and hats that some of them wore, although others had abandoned these. Timothy watched, mesmerised, as the perky teen breasts of various shapes and sizes but all beautifully firm bounced around as the giggling girls chased after each other, dodging and zigzagging around the lawn. He did not recognise Megan among them but then he turned his attention to the other eight guests who were all enjoying the pool, leaping around, splashing each other and giggling like water nymphs in a Pre-Raphaelite painting. Beside the pool was a pile of boots and hats and Timothy noticed that the girls on the lawn who were not wearing theirs all had wet hair as if they had just climbed out of the pool to join in the game.

“Megan, dear?” Janice called from behind Timothy, following them out onto the patio. “Your special guest is here! Do come and say hello, there’s a good girl!” Timothy experienced the next few seconds in slow motion as a stunningly beautiful blonde girl lifted herself up out of the pool, her impressively large boobs bouncing and she launched herself up out of the water like a dolphin then turned herself around to sit on the edge of the pool, drawing her shapely legs up, her pale skin glistening as droplets of water trickled down and pooled around her, darkening the terracotta tiles. As the girl stood up, Mollie playfully reached over and put a finger under Timothy’s chin, pushing it up to close his mouth. Megan stood beside the pool in the sunlight, squeezing some of the water out of her long, blonde hair then walked towards them with a smile.

“Hey there!” she grinned as she got closer. “You must be Timothy?” She flashed his a dazzling smile while he struggled to maintain eye-contact, keeping his eyes from wandering down to her spectacular body. “You’re even tastier in person than you looked in the photographs!” she grinned. “I’m Megan. Oh!” she giggled, holding out her hand for him to shake then realised that this would not be possible and instead leaned in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Oh come on!” her mum exclaimed from behind Timothy. Megan looked at her quizzically. “Are you his Grandma or something?” Janice chuckled. “Give the boy a proper kiss!”

“Oh!” Megan giggled then, eyes sparkling, moistened her lips with her tongue and pulled Timothy towards her with her hands on his face to begin with then, as their tongues entwined, put one hand on the back of his head and the other on his rump, crushing his own naked body to hers so that he felt her big, round boobs squashed against his own chest. “Better?” she giggled as she let him go, Timothy feeling as if his chemically-engorged boyhood, plugged with the skewer, was about to explode. A small amount of bloody semen leaked out around the metal spike which Mollie discretely wiped away with a wet-wipe from the packet she carried in her pocket for such occasions.

“Oh are you Mollie?” Megan turned to the older girl with a friendly smile. “I think we talked on the phone and I’m going to come see you in the few days to go through some stuff for the party?”

“That’s right!” the red-head grinned. “I’m going to be in charge of roasting you too! Having a fun party so far?” Timothy turned and saw that the young men had finished bringing the equipment through from the van and were now starting to set up the spit with its trough of coals beneath it along with the folding spitting bench that he would be becoming very well acquainted with in a few minutes times.

“I know you’ll do a great job!” Megan gushed, sounding genuinely excited about her own impending cooking. “I know my parents and their friends can hardly wait for a taste of me!” She giggled. “Oh, by the way, I know this might not be something you’re up for but one of my friends couldn’t make it today and she’d already got a hat and boots so she sent them over with her sister in case you’d like to… I mean,” she smiled, “I’m pretty sure you’re about the same size and, well, it could be fun if you…?” She tailed off, not quite sure how to ask what she had in mind.


To be continued...

“You’re wondering if I’d like to adopt the Sidney look for the party?” Mollie chuckled. “Well,” she mused cheekily, “it’s not official uniform, on the other hand we often arrange to dress to theme upon client request. I’ve been a hula girl, a Roman slave, a saloon girl, an Egyptian priestess, even an Ancient Greek with one boob out…” She smiled as she thought back over the plethora of costumes she had worn in the course of her work, often provided by the clients and some theatrical quality while others had clearly come from the local party shop. “Of course it is normally all discussed in advance but, you know what?” She grinned. “I think we can make an exception on this occasion! If that’s okay with the rest of my team, of course? What do you say, boys?” She turned to the two young men with her hands on her hips. “Think you can handle seeing me in my birthday suit?” Doug and Cole exchanged slightly nervous glances. “Don’t worry!” she rolled her eyes. “The only way either of you are going to have to strip off is if there isn’t enough Timbo to go around and we have to invoke emergency protocol seven seven two!”

“Um, sure!” Cole replied a little nervously, excited to see his pretty colleague naked but thinking it would not be the done thing to express too much enthusiasm. “Go ahead! Fine by me!”

“Glad to hear it!” Mollie nodded. “Doug? Okay with you? Think you can cope?”

“What’s one more?” Doug, who had known and worked with Mollie for a lot longer gestured to the garden full of naked teens and pre-teens. “I’ll be fine!” Of course the pretty red-head who he knew so well and had often imagined not only naked but demonstrating the equipment their company used would not be just another naked girl to him and she understood that too but appreciated his professional-sounding answer.

“What’s emergency protocol seven seven two?” Megan asked, intrigued. Mollie glanced over her shoulder to check that the young men had gone back to their work and were not listening before she answered conspiratorially in a low voice. Timothy leaned in to listen too.

“It’s a kind of prank we like to play on new folk!” she explained with a grin. “We tell them that it’s in the small-print of their contracts that if we don’t have enough meat for the client’s needs at an event, one of them can be conscripted to make up the shortfall. Of course there’s no such rule!” She giggled. “It would be, like, totally illegal and unenforceable and most people do work that out pretty quickly, if they fall for it at all, but Cole still doesn’t seem quite sure. Don’t get me wrong,” she grinned again, “it’s not entirely unknown for a member of staff to offer to cover a no-show or if the meat gets sick at the last minute, rather than letting the client down, but there’s absolutely no rule that says anybody has to! When it does happen, on the other hand, it’s great for adding plausibility to the seven seven two rumour!” The two teens giggled at her explanation.

“So you’re down for dressing up?” Megan grinned. “If that’s the right expression?”

“Why not?” the young woman smiled. “Sounds like fun! Let the girls swing free for a few hours!” She cupped and lifted her ample bosom, making Timothy blush and Megan, who was really not far behind her in terms of bust size, giggle. “Is the stuff inside? I don’t mind being naked but I’d rather not actually strip off out here.”

“Oh yeah, that’s no problem.” Megan smiled sweetly. “Yeah the stuff’s in my bedroom, Mum will show you. Are you, um…?” She glanced down to the front of Mollie’s black uniform trousers. “There’s a brand new razor still in the packet in the bathroom if you need?”

“No worries there!” Mollie grinned then put her hands on her hips again. “Do I seem like someone who doesn’t keep themselves oven-ready at all times?” she asked rather archly. “In case of emergencies?”

“Come with me, dear.” Janice smiled to the young caterer as Megan and Timothy both giggled. “I’ll show you to Megan’s room. Megan, honey,” she turned to her daughter, “why don’t you introduce Timothy to your friends? Looks like those nice young men are going to be a little while longer setting up yet. Can I bring you some lemonade?” she offered Doug and Cole who gratefully accepted before Janice led Mollie into the house.

“Come on,” Megan smiled, slapping Timothy playfully on the backside, “come meet the gang!”

When Megan had been called over, most of the other guests had stopped their play and looked at their meat-boy from a distance with curiosity. Most of the girls who had been in the pool were now out and either standing in the sun or sitting on the edge dabbling their feet and the two who were still in the water were leaning on the side, arms folded on the paving stones and their shapely rumps cresting the surface while they continued to gently tread water with their feet. Those who had been playing on the lawn had joined the others by the pool.

“Hey ladies!” Megan grinned as she escorted Timothy with her arm through his as if they were on a date. “Come meet our lunch!” This was met with giggles from all the girls and a sheepish smile from Timothy. “Doesn’t he look yummy?” She pulled her arm out from his and stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. “Go on!” she patted him then withdrew her hands. “Give us a little twirl!” Obediently, Timothy turned slowly around on the spot to show his smooth, naked body off from all angles, surprised by how much he enjoyed the hungry, wolfish looks of the girls as they checked him out. “I’ve got dibs on his sausage, of course!” Megan giggled. “But there’s plenty more yummy boy-meat to go around!”

“Can I feel?” A slim brunette who looked a little younger than some of the others, perhaps closer to Timothy’s own age, with cute, pointy little tits asked, looking at Megan then at Timothy then back as if unsure who she should be directing the question to.

“What do you say?” Megan asked Timothy who was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he, or rather his body, was centre of attention for over a dozen beautiful, naked teenage girls! And now they were asking if it was okay to touch him! “Let Daisy check out the menu?”

“It’s all your food!” Timothy replied with a grin! “Have at it!” The young girl moved around behind him, grabbing and squeezing his buttocks as if testing fruit for ripeness. Accepting his invitation as an open on, the other girls began to stroke, squeeze and generally feel him all over, including his impaled sausage and swollen oysters in their tight pouch below. If he had not been feeling like nothing but meat before, he certainly was now, although the potential feelings of humiliation were definitely tempered by the excitement of being groped all over by a bunch of naked girls! If there had been any doubt left in his mind about whether the trade-off was a fair one, they were erased when one of the girls, a tall blonde who he guessed to be the oldest of the group and whose name, he picked up, was Chloe, leaned in to, as she put it, find out if he was a good kisser! This led in turn to every girl there wanting to try him out for themselves until eventually his tongue began to ache, not to mention the throbbing between his legs. He was just beginning to wonder if they might decide to dispense with the cooking and just devour him right there on the spot, like the protagonist in a movie he had seen about a man who was obsessed with creating the world’s most enticing perfume and was prepared to kill to do it, when the proto-orgy was broken up by Mollie striding confidently across the lawn, now dressed in nothing but hat and boots, to let him know it was time to cook!


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“So what do you think?” Mollie gave the meat-boy and, to a lesser extent, the party guests a playful twirl. “Does that outfit suit me?” Timothy nodded mutely. The young caterer’s body was nothing short of spectacular – fully grown and developed but with not yet suffering any of the effects of age. “Maybe I should sign up to ride the spit myself while I still look my best?” she winked. “Of course,” she cupped and lifted her own full, firm, round breasts like melons, “these would need to be skewered to keep them in place. You’ve been warned about that, right?” She asked Megan who, despite being shorter and at least five years younger than herself was almost as well-endowed in the chest.

“Oh yeah!” the teen giggled, giving her own juicy melons a squeeze. “When they showed the video of that girl’s breaking off when he skin turned crispy, that was enough to convince me!”

“Yeah…” Mollie looked off into the distance for a few moments. “That was a lesson learned the hard way. But anyway!” She grinned, bringing her attention back to the job at hand. “We don’t need to worry about that with today’s meat! Come on Timbo,” she patted him on the shoulder, “let’s get that spit up your butt! The girls are getting hungry!” Chuckling and blushing just a little, Timothy allowed himself to be led over to the patio where the spit was now fully set up, the bed of coals beneath it burning down and nearly ready to cook over with the folding spitting bench set up just in front. Unsurprisingly, all the guests along with the host’s parents followed to watch. Timothy knew that Megan would be roasting in the same place using most of the same equipment in a matter of days but he couldn’t help wondering how many of the other girls were not planning on seeing next Summer either and how many of those who had not yet made up their mind would find themselves swayed by the demonstration they were about to watch?

“Okay,” Mollie smiled, patting the waiting spitting bench, “let’s get you strapped down then the boys can do their thing. Get as comfy as you can,” she instructed, “on your belly with your chin in the cup. I’ll see if…” She looked over at her coworkers, noticed the way they appeared to be staring at her naked body and rolled her eyes. “Honestly,” she shook her head, “anyone would think you two had never seen boobs before. I know they’re fun and all…” She bounced on the spot teasingly, making her big, firm breasts jiggle. Many of the party-goers did likewise, giggling at the young men’s discomfort. “But we’ve got a job to do! Sorry about them.” She patted Timothy’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to steal your thunder! You’ll be centre of attention again soon enough. Here,” she smiled kindly, understanding that everything was far less straight-forward for someone with their hands tied behind their back, “let me help you.”

Carefully, as caring as any parents, she helped him kneel on the bench, supporting his weight as he lowered his chin until it rested in the cup. She then put a hand under his belly and on on his hip to gently guide him as he straightened his legs until he lay flat on the padded bench, his impaled sausage somewhat crushed under his own weight and the hook digging in uncomfortably. Due mostly to the way they were dressed, none of the girls had their phones with them but Megan’s dad had a camera out and was filming the whole process.

“Part your legs for me,” Mollie instructed, “and put your feet in the stirrups.” She guided each of his feet in turn until they rested on angled metal plates that he would be able to push against if he needed to then fixed thick leather straps around his ankles. Another strap went across the back of his neck. Laying strapped down and utterly helpless on the bench and feeling more aroused than he had ever been in his life up to that point, Timothy expected to see one of the young men reach for the spit but instead Doug picked up a shorter, T-shaped piece of equipment consisting of a central pole and a cross-beam at the top with U-shaped metal cups at either end, about an inch and a half wide, which seemed to be on slightly adjustable rods protruding from the primary pole.

With all the girls watching, Megan paying especially close attention since she anticipated receiving the same treatment very soon, Doug lifted Timothy’s bound hands and slipped the central pole underneath them so that it rested in the cleft between his firm buttocks and the cross-beam was level with his bent elbows. Timothy felt a tugging on his arms as the cupped sections were put around his biceps and extended out until his bend arms felt rigid behind him. He also winced in discomfort as the metal band around his wrists was pulled tight, digging into his skin and making his fingers tingle.

“There’s a few different ways to do that.” Mollie explained conversationally. “It’s easier with girls as they have a handy second spit-hole you can shove a stabiliser up, but you boys only have the one. This method is generally considered more humane that the horizontal skewers and is handily unisex so we’ve adopted it for everyone. That means you, too!” She looked over to Megan and smiled. “And any others of you we get hired to cook, of course!” she added with a grin. Timothy did not think what had been done to his willy was especially humane but he knew it was what he had signed up for, the price of being delicious, so he really had no grounds to complain.

Now Timothy saw Cole take up the spit and pull the metal cap off the end, testing the sharpness of the tip with his thumb and seeming satisfied by what he found.

“Not gonna lie,” Mollie crouched down and spoke conspiratorially to the restrained meat-boy, “this bit’s gonna hurt but Cole’s pretty good. He’ll make it quick!”

“Okay.” Timothy managed to smile, finding it a little hard to speak with his chin pressed into the cup and the strap across his neck. “Do what you gotta do to get dinner ready for the girls!”

“That’s the spirit!” Mollie gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and pat on the backside before standing back up and stepping back to give her colleague room to work. Timothy braced himself and felt the sharp tip of the spit force its way between his cheeks and into his tight anus. Once or twice, especially since hitting puberty, he had pondered what it might feel like to get fucked in the ass and how he was going to get a pretty good idea!

Not as stretchy or self-lubricating as a girl’s primary spit-hole, his rectum nevertheless accepted the steel intruder. Timothy felt his skin stretch beyond tolerance and begin to split but the bleeding that caused made the spit’s journey easier as it forced its way inside him. He felt a burning sensation, first in his bowels then in his belly and wanted to cry out from the pain but to do so in front of the girls, not to mention Mollie, would be embarrassing, especially since he was well aware that he was being filmed and that the footage would likely be shared around the attendees and their friends and watched over and over so he gritted his teeth and remained stoic, although he could not keep his eyes from involuntarily watering. Finally, he felt the pole’s sharp tip pressing against the back of his throat. He coughed, seeing flecks of blood fly out of his mouth as he did so, then the spit forced its way into his mouth and out between his teeth, scraping against them as it completed its journey.

“A textbook spitting!” Mollie congratulated Timothy, patting his rump again. “You took it like a champ! Now, let’s get the rest sorted out.” There was some tugging and metallic scraping as the t-shaped arm brace was clamped onto the spit with thumb-keys then Timothy felt his feet unstrapped and lifted it before being secured into very tight cuffs to hold his legs against the spit. With Doug in front and Cole behind, the strap around his neck was undone and he was lifted on his spit and carried over to the roasting pit where he was placed carefully over the coals. The cap was put back onto the front of the spit about eight or nine inches beyond the rest it sat in and the back end by Timothy’s feet was locked into the electrical mechanism that would cause it to turn once switched on. Mollie then picked up a large jar of barbecue honey glaze and invited to girls to take it in turns to baste the meat, starting with Megan of course and reminding her rather gleefully that the same fate awaited her very soon.


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>>29390

God, I wish I was prepared like that when I was 16. But preferable with lubed spit!

>>29435
Pft! Kids these days! Want everything the easy way... 😝

With all the concentration on Mollie, they forgot to oil him before, let alone lube spit or dilate.

Bum rather than butt might have fit better.

>>29441

Bun
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Bum
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Bun
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Burger

This would fit best. :q

>>29441
That's what happens when cute redheads with big boobs get naked!

Although she had not wanted to watch the spitting itself, fearing it may be distressing if her son appeared to be in pain, Timothy’s mum now came out of the house, glass of wine in hand, to watch him cook. She even snapped a few photographs on her own phone for posterity as the girls seemed to very much enjoy basting the roasting young boy who turned slowly over the glowing coals.

Although he could not exactly hump the spit the way many roasting girls were known to but Timothy did discover that by rolling his stomach muscles, he could tug on the barbed skewer, tugging on it then relaxing over and over, he could achieve something close to masturbation. The cool baste both soothed and stung his skin as the heat from the coals scalded him as he turned. At first, Timothy kept his eyes open, wanting to enjoy the sight of the gaggle of naked young girls around him for as long as possible but after a while, whether from the heat or constant spinning or a combination of the two, he started to feel dizzy and closed his eyes.

Although he had never been drunk, Timothy had enjoyed a glass or two of champagne at a couple of family weddings and other occasions in the last year or so and he suspected that the sensation he was currently experiencing must be pretty close to how actual drunkenness felt. He was feeling tired, for certain, too tired to keep pleasuring himself as he had been to distract him from the pain of cooking, although the pain seemed to be subsiding on its own, which was a good thing. Even the thick metal pole stretching and tearing his tight ass didn’t really hurt any more. He was aware that it was there, sure, but only in the way he was normally aware of his shoes.

The baste was mingling with his sweat and dripping down onto the coals, sending up little wafts of delicious, sweet aroma as it sizzled. He hoped he would taste good for the girls, that they would consider his meat a treat and remember him, at least until it was their own turn to roast. He wanted to yawn but the pole in his mouth made that impossible. The constant rotation of the spit didn’t feel dizzying or nauseating any more. In fact it felt comforting, as if he was being rocked like a baby in the cradle. With this gentle, soothing sensation, the cosy warmth from the coals beneath him and the delicious smell of roasting Boy filling his nostrils, Timothy took his last, shallow breath and slipped into oblivion.

Seeing that their cute roaster had stopped moving, a lot of the girls lost interest and wandered back to the pool or to resume their other games but Megan and three others stayed, still taking it in turns to baste him, with particular attention paid to his sausage, oyster pouch and rump. As they worked, they giggled together about their own roasting. Megan’s was going to be first, but none of them expected to see Christmas. Mollie joined in the conversation and they asked her questions about different cooking methods and different spit-roasting techniques, giving her the opportunity to share her expertise on the subject and making the young woman wonder again if she should think about “switching sides” while her meat still held broad appeal. She knew that some women cooked well into their forties and she herself had assisted with some such meals but there was no denying that the meat of young girls was the most popular, with women her age coming a close second largely due to the aesthetic appeal of watching them naked on the spit as they cooked. Weddings, for example, often served a fairly broad age-range of girls, boys and women as different family members wanted to volunteer to be part of their loved-ones’ big day. At the most recent one she had worked at, in fact, the mothers of both the bride and groom had been boiled together for a rather delicious stew in the evening while the roasts for the wedding breakfast had been the three bridesmaids, aged twelve, sixteen and twenty two, as well as the cute little flower-girl, of course, who had been beheaded in a white, rose-covered guillotine as part of the ceremony.

While her son cooked on the patio, Timothy’s mum chatted happily with Megan’s parents, grateful for their hospitality and finding them very pleasant company. She was a little surprised but very pleased when they invited her to their next party where their own daughter would be served.


To be continued...

Hi when you get to the carving, can you please use details for the best parts eg,penis, ass cheeks. And "IF" anyone wants to do a little video clip of the carving using the last set of pictures that someone has made, please do. Thanks

>>29448
Oh yes, don't worry! I plan for the carving to be quite graphic 😊

The reason that 'bum' might fit better is it goes along with English style of slang and language used in Hyde's 'cozy cannibalism' genre and setting. It stands out to have American slang terms used, just like it would in other very English things, like hiphop in Harry Potter. Its not a big thing, bit something to think about.

The oiling was mentioned by the main character in the first part, so forgetting it does seem a little inconsistent. If it was edited in with a couple of sentences, there could be a brief mention of both the spit and bottom being oiled. If Mollie is going to the effort of being humane with the stabilizer cuff, then it doesn't make sense to use a dry spit straight after that.

It seems that the story jumps a bit from the intro straight to the Caterers and then the Party. Having a small section between home and the waiting room where Timothy is introdcued a bit more, and even talks about what is happening to his friends at school could provide more of a build up.

The skewering and belly piercing take up more time than 'the main event', which might be something to think about in future.

Having even a little conversation with the two previous occupants of Prep Room 3 in part 3 or having the questions by the brother and sister in the waiting room actually asked instead of described could add to world building.

>>29451
Hi :) Having just finished a massive, sprawling novel, something far longer than anything mainstream I've ever managed to write, I was trying to keep this one short and punchy, hence the short scenes and time-jumps 😊

>>29453
Would that be "Year of the Turkey" or do you have a different present for us?

>>29454
I was referring to "Talking Turkey: Samantha's Last Christmas" but yeah, "Year of the Turkey" is going to be a very long one too so I was trying to keep this one "short" by my standards lol. Hoping to finish it by the end of the week 😊

Warning them with a wink not to let the few girls who hung around to help or who wandered over from time to time to check on progress, Mollie left her two colleagues to supervise the cooking and went to chat to the girls by the pool, sitting on the edge, taking off her boots and dabbling her feet in the water. Parties like this, she knew, where a great place to tout for future business – watching others cooked, even boys, seemed to get girls in the mood to be on the menu themselves and, if any of the teens at the party were considering roasting, she wanted her company to be the one they hired to assist!

As always on such occasions, there were plenty of questions about how she’d got into the business and whether she’d ever thought of getting cooked herself. Over the three years she had worked for the company, Mollie had told the tale so many times, during which she had polished and tidied up the narrative to make a neater story that she could barely remember how much of it was actually true! The basic practical facts were, certainly, but her motives and feelings as she described them were simply a story-teller’s fancy.

“Well,” she leaned in conspiratorially to her eager audience who gathered around her in the water like nymphs in a pre-Raphaelite painting, their hair wet and straggly and perky young breasts just cresting the surface, “the answers to both of those questions are kinda intertwined! You see, it was my last year of school and the company held a recruitment event that they advertised at the job fair my school put on, except they weren’t looking for workers, they were looking for meat! A lot of our business, as you know,” she grinned, “comes from people hiring us to cook a family member or friend at a special event,” the girls all giggled and continued listening, enraptured, “but more often, people just want a roast girl or boy for their party so hire us to provide the full package!”

“How does that work?” one of the girls, a pretty, slim brunette of around fourteen, asked, raising her hand politely as she cut in, just as if she were at school. “Do you show people who is available and let them choose or is it whoever is next on the list?”

“Very good question!” Mollie smiled with an approving nod. “What we generally do is ask the client about their requirements. Like, whether they want a boy or a girl, although most people want a girl of course!” She leaned in and whispered this conspiratorially, as if wanting to avoid hurting Timothy’s feelings, despite the roasting boy being long past any state of caring. “We find out how many people they’re looking to feed, what their budget is, if they have any preference for one kind of meat over another, you know?” She winked, giving her own large breasts a playful squeeze that made the girls giggle appreciatively. “Then we check their requirements against our inventory, that’s our database of volunteers,” she clarified, “then we call up the best match and ask if they’re still up for it and available that day. Most times it’s a yes to both questions so we book them in and send them the date and time we need them to arrive at HQ.”

“Do you tell the customers who they’re going to get?” another girl, a slightly chubby blonde, asked curiously.

“Yeah, we send them a couple of photos.” Mollie smiled. “We don’t give out personal info, don’t want them getting stalked online or anything… We used to give the name and a little profile but then we got one customer throwing a fit because the girl we’d picked out for them had a picture on their social media dressed up for Halloween, just a cute sexy witch or vampire costume I think,” she made air-quotes around the adjective, “and the customer said we were trying to get them all damned by feeding them demon-possessed meat! That was a fun time!” Mollie rolled her eyes. “Especially since the girl in question was a Vicar’s kid and went to a Church school but hey…” Everyone chuckled. “After that, we stopped giving out any more than the photo and let them meat introduce themselves when we got to the party.”

The girls all giggled at this, as much as at the way she had phrased it as at the idea itself. Over on the patio, the young men conferred and decided that it would not be too much longer before Timothy was ready to serve and began to unwrap and set out the side-dishes, condiments and bread rolls on the long table that had been set up for the purpose just at the edge of the grass.

“So anyway,” Mollie continued her story to her eager young audience which now included every girl at the party, “these recruiters were offering a tour of the facilities at HQ, including getting to watch the entire prep and cooking process of a demo girl or boy, followed by a free lunch and of course I was curious! I mean,” she winked at the girls, “who isn’t, eh? So a few of my girl-friends and I signed up for the tour and when we got there, we were a group of about fifteen girls and five boys from my school. So the tour was led by some cute girl only a year or two older than us in the uniform like I was wearing when I arrived before I was invited to get changed,” she gestured at her naked body, eliciting more giggles, “and I could tell that the more we saw, the more keen a lot of the others were getting to sign up but I was finding myself fascinated by the technical stuff and the processes so at the end of the tour, while we were enjoying our barbecue, I asked the guy in charge if they had any vacancies for workers instead of meat! He offered me a temporary job over the Summer to see how it worked out and, well, the rest is history!” she grinned.

“Why didn’t you ask the girl who was giving you the tour?” the slim brunette asked. “Didn’t she stick around for the barbecue?”

“Oooh!” Mollie chuckled. “I guess I forget a fairly important part of the story! She was the barbecue! About half way through the tour she showed us into the locker room and said we were going to follow a meat-girl from inspection to roasting then proceeded to get naked!”

“Nice!” Megan exclaimed. “So did she actually work there or was she part of the…” she paused, trying to remember the word the older girl had used earlier, “the inventory?”

“Oh she worked there!”Mollie confirmed. “Did the same job as I’m doing now! She just volunteered to be the demo piggy that day!”

“Was she delicious?” another girl asked.

“You know it!” grinned Mollie.

“Have you never been tempted?” a fellow red-head asked her. “You know, to be the demo piggy? Or to just put yourself forward when an order comes in?”

“Of course I have!” Mollie admitted with a chuckle. “But there always seems to be some reason not to at the time, like a friend’s wedding or a big family even I think I might be needed for so I decide to wait until next time. Never seems to pan out though.” She gave a slightly wistful sigh before chuckling again. “Guess I should make up my mind pretty soon if I want to go out that way!” she grinned. “No point waiting until I’m old and tough! If I cook, I want to be a roast, not a casserole!” The girls all giggled at this. “At least I know I’ll be in good hands when the time comes!”

“Do you have any business cards?” the slim brunette asked. Several other girls nodded and echoed the same sentiment and Mollie tried not to look too pleased that her subtle sales pitch seemed to be working.

“Well… not on me right now!” she chuckled, pretending to check between her rump cheeks and earning herself more giggles in the process. “But we’ve got plenty over by the barbecue! Just ask when we’re over there and I’ll make sure everyone who wants one gets one. Take some for friends too if you want?”

“What would you do if you were at a job like this and someone asked to buy you?” the plump blonde asked in a friendly tone. “Like, if you were doing someone’s birthday party and one of the guests had their birthday next month and asked if they could book you as their piggy?”

“I’d consider it!” Mollie smiled. “Guess it depends how nicely they asked me. If it was some jerk who drank too much and kept trying to grab my boobs it would be a hard no but if it was a sweet, polite girl who looks like she appreciates good food when she gets it, I might be more inclined to say yes! Why?” she grinned a little cheekily. “You got a birthday coming up, hon?” The girl did not answer but from the way some of the other girls giggled and shared knowing looks that this was indeed the case. “How about we have a chat later?” Mollie suggested and the girl nodded quietly with a grateful smile.

Before any other questions could be asked, Doug came over to inform Mollie that the meat was ready to serve. He was closely followed by both Megan and Timothy’s mums who were carrying armfuls of towels and encouraged all the girls to dry off a bit and put their costumes, such as they were, back on so they could get a photo with the roast boy before carving. Mollie drew her legs out of the water as the glistening, dripping teen and pre-teen girls climbed out around her then accepted a towel to dry them off before slipping her boots back on. While the party-goers continued to get dried off and hair-brushes, clips and scrunchies were shared around, Mollie crossed the lawn back to the patio where everything was laid out ready for the meal and Cole was getting the carving tools ready.

With the girls and the adults watching with equal fascination, the two young men lifted Timothy’s roasted carcass, still on its spit, off the coals and transferred it to the carving mount that had been set up along the edge of the patio.

“Okay girls!” Megan’s mum called, brandishing the family camera, “All gather around him! You too, honey, if you don’t mind?” she asked Mollie who was happy to oblige. With the somewhat soggy but excited bunch of naked teens posing, pouting and making peace signs all around him, Mollie, who stood to one side, turned Timothy’s spit so that the front of his body faced the camera, his hard, deliciously-roasted sausage front and centre. After a few snaps had been taken, she rotated him to offer a rear view then finally onto his back so he could be photographed from the side. Once both mums were satisfied that enough pictures had been taken, it was finally time for the carving!

As she picked up the tools, Mollie reflected that this was the one part of the job that made her a little sad and always felt “wrong”. True, she did effectively kill dozens of people every week, mostly very healthy children and young teens with their whole lives ahead of them, but that part of the job had never bothered her! She never really saw it as ending a life or destroying potential. In fact, she felt that the work she did helped those youngsters to both live out their dream and fulfil their greatest potential, as if becoming food were just the next logical step in their life-cycle. Instead, it was the carving of the lovely roasted bodies that always gave her pause.


To be continued...

>>29496
Welcome back Rd. I always like the way that you get interaction between the participants.

I tried to come up with a post of a Spitroasted Timothy but I never got a decent picture out of Perchance AI.

Mac

If done properly, a roasted girl, or boy for that matter, their skin golden brown and crispy in texture without being puckered or cracked, was a thing of absolute beauty, like a polished bronze statue, and spoiling it by cutting bit off felt like sacrilege. Still, it really was the entire purpose of the exercise. There would not be a lot of point in cooking the eager volunteer if nobody was then going to eat them! Even in art installations or trade shows where the primary purpose was was to showcase the cooking process or method, the meat was still shared out afterwards! Making sure that plenty of photographs were taken before the carving always Mollie overcome the guilt she felt at desecrating the beautiful carcass as she knew that the image would be preserved in some form at least.

As she reached for the carving tools, Mollie reflected on the conversation she had just had with the girls in the pool. Somehow, the light banter and mild recruitment push, so similar to countless other conversations at other events in the past, had led to her, provisionally at least, agreeing to be roasted herself at an upcoming party! She still wasn’t quite sure why she had answered so freely! It was true that she had considered the idea several times in the past and that most offers from party guests had been very easy to turn down but whether it was something about that particular girl’s sweet, hopeful smile or being dressed in a Sidney costume which made her feel half way towards being meat already, something had made her not want to say no. True, she had not yet said yes, only agreed to discuss the idea further, but she had certainly left the question open and felt in her gut that this could well be the right time to take the plunge! Still, that was a conversation for later and for now she had a very important job to do!

Instructed by the young men and supportively shepherded by the parents, the girls all retreated from the patio in case any stray splashes of hot boy-fat should squirt in their direction and huddled to watch the carving. Although most of the bread rolls were the round kind usually used for burgers, there was one special one, a hot-dog bun, that Cole put on a plate for Megan. With dozens of hungry eyes watching and three separate camera lenses recording, Mollie picked up a pair of tongs in one hand and a short-bladed, very sharp knife in the other then used the tongs to grip Timothy’s roasted sausage very tightly before deftly slicing around the base, feeling the edge of the blade hitting the hard resistance of the steel skewer. She then manoeuvred it with practised ease to unhook the top of the skewer from the meat-boy’s naval then pulled the deliciously steaming organ away from the body with a slightly damp ripping sound. As was often the case, there was a soft gasp from the watching girls followed by an enthusiastic round of applause including some cheers and whistles.

Next, using Timothy’s taught belly as a his own serving platter, Mollie set the sausage down on it, still gripping the meat tightly with the tongs, and sliced down the middle then swapped the tongs for the carving fork and, using both it and the knife, carefully forced the roast penis open lengthways. Once it was split, she was able to lift out the barbed skewer which was set aside to be washed and reused then she called Megan forward and Doug handed her the plate.

>>29506
Well, the last post doesn't say "The End", so I'm hoping that there will be more to the story. I'm working on illustrations for the story of another writer and I'd like to borrow the ideas of Permahard and Liquifirm if that's OK with you?

Mac

>>29509
Oh no, there's at least one more chapter to go! And by all means use those concepts in your story :D

Hi Mac, can you please do some images of the carving that will be explained in the next chapter and the penectomy one that was in the last chapter. Thanks.

>29510
Thank you Edward. If you're wondering about the title, I want to make you one of the TV advertiser's for the cooking show in the Dolcetta Universe. I'll be sending you the 2nd draft update of Dolcetta for your review & comments.

>>29511
Right now I'm kind of covered up with 2 collaborations and about 6 or 7 artworks. I love the idea, but the AI I'm using has to really be tortured, (aka: time consuming), to get decent Guro.

Mac

“Here you go, hon!” she grinned, putting the sausage in the open bun. “Now, have you decided who gets the oysters?”

“One for my mum, I think!” Megan smiled. “And the other for his!”

“Great idea!” grinned Mollie. As he cooked, Timothy’s oyster pouch had contracted and pulled close to his body, the wrinkly skin smoothing out, but the tender lumps inside were plump and swollen, having absorbed a lot of juices during cooking. “Let’s leave them in place for now, then.” the naked caterer smile. “Hey Cole?” She called to her colleague. “Pass Megan a regular bun and we’ll give her some rump too. Gotta fatten her up for her own big day, right?” She winked at the equally naked teen who giggled. “Okay, ladies!” Mollie addressed the other guests. “Come and get it! Form a queue and grab yourselves a plate!”

As the girls in nothing but their hats and boots lined up, Mollie rolled Timothy’s spit so that the two gentle hills of his buttocks were on top. There was a satisfying crack as she pushed the carving fork through his golden-brown skin and clear juices trickled out. Overcoming her reluctance to despoil the beauty, remembering that the roasted boy now existed for no other purpose than to be eaten, Mollie cut a slice and lifted away the crispy crackling, revealing the pinkish-white meat beneath. This first, small slice she transferred onto Megan’s plate then cut another. The meat was tender and juicy like a fine Christmas ham! Thanking her, Megan moved aside and Mollie served the next girl in line, then the next and the next until all the naked teens were happily munching.

“Come on over, ladies!” she called to the mums. “Got something special for you! Bring your husband too!” she teased, grinning at Megan’s mum. Finally putting down the cameras, the three adults grabbed plates and bread rolls for themselves and came over. One entire buttock was now gone along with most of Timothy’s right thigh, now carved down to white, greasy bone, and several slices had also been cut from the other side but there was still plenty of good meat to be had. Of course, what the mums would be served first, were considered “prestige cuts.” Mollie rolled Timothy back around so that the front of his body was on top, the slightly ragged hole where his penis had been attached still gently steaming, the meat of his belly and chest as yet completely untouched.

Very carefully, using the tongs and the short knife again, Mollie sliced open Timothy’s oyster pouch down the central seam. It burst open as if under pressure and steam rose as the clear juices ran out. She then made further cuts in the crispy skin to make it easier to fold back until the plump, pink oysters were revealed.

“Left or right?” she asked Timothy’s mum, feeling that she should get first choice over the treats she had created inside her own body. The woman pondered for a moment, licking her lips, clearly seeing the roasted carcass not as her own dead child but as a delicious piggy to be enjoyed.

“The left, I think!” she concluded after a while.

“Excellent choice!” grinned Mollie, holding the chosen sweetbread with the tongs and cutting it free then lifting it onto her plate. The right, of course, went to Megan’s mum, then she rolled the carcass back over and served the three parents with thick slices of rump and thigh meat.

Having ensured that everyone had their first helping, she then fetched a plate for herself, as was agreed in the contract, and helped herself to a few choice slices which she topped off with the crispy scrotum-skin, and often-overlooked delicacy she had developed quite a taste for, finding it similar in taste and texture to the bacon-bits sometimes used in salad. She invited her two co-workers to help themselves and also left them in charge of carving whenever one of the girls came back for seconds or thirds and went to mingle with the guests once more, wanting especially to follow up on her conversation with the sweet blonde who had expressed an interest in her meat.

Now that they had been served their first portions of Timothy meat and loaded up their plates with crisps, salad and other sides, the girls had generally spread out through the garden, some sitting on the grass and others on the edge of the pool, dabbling their feet while they are. Mollie found the girl she was looking for sitting on the grass along with Megan and the slim brunette who had asked for a business card. To her slight surprised, the special hot-dog sat untouched on Megan’s plate as she tucked into the round bun stuffed with rump meat, chatting to her friends between mouthfuls.

“Room for a little one?” Mollie grinned, approaching with her own plate. The girls smiled up at her and happily shuffled to accommodate her joining their small circle. “We’re all gonna get such pretty pattens on our butts!” the young woman observed, taking her place on the grass and crossing her legs out of practicality, keeping them out of the way and providing a lap she could set her plate down on. This made the girls giggle, of course. “Something up with your hot-dog, honey?” she asked, a little concerned.

“Oh no!” Megan assured her, wiping a little stray Timothy-grease from the corner of her mouth with the side of her hand. “I’m just saving it!”

“Okay!” Mollie nodded, relieved, “Makes sense! Don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten you wanted one of my cards.” She turned to the brunette who, she found she was not surprised to see, was now wearing glasses. Although she had taken them off in the pool, she had somehow seemed like the kind of girl would would wear glasses and, much like the hat, boots and occasional pieces of jewellery she and the others wore, they only served to make her seem more naked! “Once we’re done eating, I’ll hand them out. What was your name, by the way?”

“Scarlett.” the girl smiled.

“I’m Mollie.” the young woman identified herself. “I’m not sure if I got formally introduced to most of you earlier! And you are?” She turned with a friendly smile to the chubby blonde.

“I’m Courtney.” the girl smiled back.

“Courtney!” Mollie repeated the name to cement it in her memory. “Great! So earlier when you were asking about whether I’d ever agree to be someone’s party food and mentioned your birthday coming up, was that just a hypothetical or are you really making party plans?”

“Well it really is my birthday coming up.” Courtney admitted a little nervously. “My brother’s birthday is just three days after mine so we often do some sort of join celebration and this year he’s turning eighteen and I’m turning sixteen so if feels like a big one I’d love to do something special for!”

“Pretty big do, then?” Mollie nodded thoughtfully. “Lots of guests?” Courtney confirmed that, between the extended family and the friends they each invited, they would be looking to feed between fifty and sixty people.

“I was planning to ask around at this party,” Courtney admitted, “you know, when everyone was relaxed and enjoying some nice boy-meat! Thought it might get people in the mood! But then I saw you and your lovely boobs and rump and I thought maybe…” She tailed off, blushing.

“Well I’m flattered!” Mollie grinned, then looked the chubby teen over. “But I must say you look like quite a tasty piggy yourself! You’re not tempted to take the spotlight? It’s your party, after all, and I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder!”

“My brother and I have a deal,” Courtney explained with a slight giggle, “ever since we were children! Whoever gets married first gets the other one as their Wedding roast!”

“Ooh I see!” Mollie laughed. “Well yeah, we definitely wouldn’t want to get in the way of an arrangement like that. So when is your birthday? Just I always have commitments next weekend, these tits aren’t going to roast themselves!” She chuckled, reaching over to Megan and giving one of her firm, round teen breasts a playful squeeze!”

“Oh, not until next month.” Courtney assured her. “So,” she asked shyly, “do you think you might be up for it? I mean, only if you want to, but I think you’d be delicious and I’d love to have you!”

“I’m not against the idea,” Mollie confided, “not one little bit! Tell you want,” she smiled, “you leave me your contact details at the end of the party, and your parents’ email too, and when I get a chance on Monday I’ll price up… well, me, for you!” They all giggled. “I’ll send you a quote and if you want to go ahead, if your parents and your brother agree, then I’m sure we can come to an arrangement!”

“Thank you!” Courtney practically gushed, taking a long, lingering and unashamedly hungry look at Mollie’s chest, a look that the young redhead could not help noticing and feeling rather proud about.


To be continued...

No worries Mac.

The four sat and munched their Timothy sandwiches in companionable silence for a few minutes before everyone noticed that Megan had finished her bun with the rump meat and had picked up the special hot-dog. The others all paused their eating to watch as she regarded it.

“Which end are you gonna eat first?” Courtney asked with a grin.

“Hmm not sure?” Megan admitted. “Do you think I should start with the head or work up to it?”

“Start with it!” Mollie suggested. “Trust me on this!” Grinning and licking her lips, the soon-to-be meat-girl turned the long bun around then took a big bite, sinking her teeth into Timothy’s roast boyhood, biting off the smooth head which protruded from the end of the bun. Hey eyes went wide with delight and the others watched in silence as she chewed slowly, savouring the unique and delicious flavour for as long as she could before swallowing.

“Wow!” she gasped, once her mouth was no longer full. “It’s amazing!”

Grinning, Mollie got to her feet, rubbing the loose grass from her bare backside and feeling the pressure-pattern she had predicted when she sat down, then left the teen to enjoy the rest of her treat and went to check on proceedings on the patio.

Several of the girls were already on their second helping and she saw that both of Timothy’s buttocks and thighs had now been stripped down to the bone along with some of the meat from his arms.

“Don’t forget the chest and belly!” she reminded the young men in charge of the carving. “Might not be as tender as on a girl,” she squeezed her own breasts teasingly, “but still tasty!” A curious expression on her face, Timothy’s mum approached the carving station and enquired about trying different parts of her son’s body.

Wanting to check that she was happy with the service, Mollie sought out Megan’s mum, Janice, and they chatted about how the party had gone so far and discussed details of their other upcoming party where Megan herself would be roasting, discussing what steps she should take the night before and in the morning, what time the caterers should arrive and that sort of thing.

“What about this afternoon?” Janice asked, offering Mollie a glass of chilled white wine which she accepted happily and sipped as they continued their conversation. “I think the contract said you would be here until four? What happens then?”

“Well,” Mollie checked the time quickly on her work phone which was on the equipment table along with the small stack of business cards, “It’s a little after three now. We’ll continue serving as we are until half past three then we’ll strip the carcass of the remaining meat and leave that for you. You’re welcome to keep the bones too if you want or we can take them away for recycling?”

“We’ll probably want to keep Meg’s,” Janice replied thoughtfully, “make some soup out of them or something, but if you can dispose of Timothy’s we’d be grateful.”

“No problem!” Mollie smiled. “Then we’ll take down our equipment and be out of your hair! Are the girls sleeping over tonight?”

“Most of them, I think.” Janice smiled. “It’s probably the last time they’re Meg’s going to see them so she’ll want to make the most of it. She’s really excited about cooking, you know!” She informed the young caterer proudly.

“She’ll make a delicious roast!” Mollie assured her with a grin. “I’ll make sure of it!” They made friendly small-talk for a few more minutes before Mollie went to check on her colleagues. Her suggestion apparently having been taken seriously, Timothy was now missing the flesh around one nipple and his belly had been sliced open, the viscera collected in a plastic container, and several strips of belly-pork were missing. He also seemed to be lacking one cheek and both lips. The girls kept coming back for more, some now even on their fourth portion.

Instructing the young men that in about fifteen minutes they should start stripping the carcass, Mollie went back into the house and up to Megan’s bedroom to put her clothes back on. They felt awkward and restrictive after the hours and going naked but also helped the young red-head get back into a professional head-space, rather than seeing herself as one of the party guests, even if she had just agreed to be meat very soon!

Back downstairs in her smart, black uniform, Mollie began to give out business cards to everyone who wanted on, which turned out to be everyone but Megan since her plans were already in place. She knew, of course, that many of the girls who happily accepted the cards and, lacking pockets or bags, tucked them into the brim of their hat, were just caught up in the moment and would quickly get over their intrigue at the idea of being meat but there would be a few, she was confident, at least three or four, who would follow up over the next few days and make appointments to be added to the inventory.

Being very familiar with the routine, Cole worked on stripping as much meat as he could from the spitted carcass, transferring it onto disposable aluminium platters that could be left with the client, while Doug unpacked and laid out a clean tarpaulin on the patio ready to dismember the body and harvest the last scraps of meat once the conventional carving was finished.

Seeing that there was nothing more he could collect with the carving knife and fork set, Cole put one of the high-piled platters of boy-meat on the table so the girls and parents could help themselves and covered the other over with foil. He then signalled to his colleague who helped him lift the spitted remains off the carving mount and onto the floor where they worked together to remove the T-bar and cut the bindings on Timothy’s ankles and wrists before drawing the spit out of the now mostly skeletal body.

Using heavier tools like cleavers, chisels and hammers, they broke through cartilage and connective tissue, breaking off Timothy’s arms and legs then breaking the severed limbs down further. Next they removed the skull which still had the hair clinging to it despite his eyes, ears and most of the flesh having been removed, resulting in the almost comical look of a Halloween decoration. With their gloved hands, they broke off each rip in turn then set to work with knives and scrapers, retrieving every last scrap of meat which was, after all, the property of the client.

“Do you want his skull?” Mollie asked Timothy’s mum as the men started to pack up the bones. “We’ve been asked to dispose of the bones so it’s yours if you want it?” She picked up the mostly-stripped skull.

“Might be a nice souvenir.” the woman smiled in agreement. “What about the hair? Can that be donated, do you think? I know girls often do but…”

“It’s nice hair!” Mollie smiled, taking a grip of Timothy’s slightly greasy, smokey brown mop and pulling it away like a wig with a wet ripping sound, leaving pink residue on top of the skull. “We can get it cleaned up back at the office and put it in with the rest, then it’s up to the charity what they do with it really!”

“Good idea.” Timothy’s mum smiled then reached out and took her son’s skull which had been mostly emptied out through the eyes sockets. “Thank you! Is there anything I need to do to it when I get home?” she asked as Janice retreated to the kitchen to find her a carrier bag.

“You should boil it for a couple of hours,” Mollie explained, “clean it up. Then really it’s up to you. Some people like to varnish them or they can be polished up nicely. Personally I prefer the natural look but it really depends what you want to do with it. Some people even paint them up, you know, like those Day of the Dead displays!”

“I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” the older woman smiled, dropping what had been her son’s head into the offered carrier bag.

With her duties complete, Mollie left the men to dismantle the cooking apparatus and load it back onto the van then went to say goodbye to the girls, most of whom had retreated back to the pool. It had been a busy but fun day and had come with more than its fair share of surprises but it was a good day and one she would never forget.

Along with the container of viscera, any edible samples of which had been removed, wrapped in foil and baked in the coals, Timothy’s bones were bundled up and loaded onto the van. Once back at the headquarters, the viscera would be ground up and bagged, stored in the freezer until the pet food company collected them, and the bones would be dumped into the hopper for recycling, likely ending up as fertiliser or used for gritting roads in cold weather. It had been a long, full and exciting day for Timothy too but, unlike Mollie, for the time being at least, his work was complete!


The End

Mmmm, I can almost taste him. I love your world building and care for a genre not known for being well written.

>>29530
Thank you! I like to approach these stories with the same care and attention I'd give to any other writing :) Very pleased to hear my work is appreciated! <3

>>29528
Thank you Ed, I really enjoyed this "short story" of yours. I was going to as you what's next, but I see that you're doing a follow up to this story. I'm check to see if I have anything that will work for this story. I'm still kinda busy with the 4H Story.