Chapter 9 - Clarifying words

The next day, July 27, the display in the kitchen had shrunk by one notch, just as requested. Natalie now had thirty-five days left until her inevitable end. Thirty-five days that needed to be put to good use, and yet the girl lay lazily in bed that morning, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. As the middle finger of her right hand drew lazy circles on her small pearl, she remembered yesterday afternoon.

After her earth-shattering and extremely embarrassing orgasm in public, she and her mother had left La Bella Fiorentina rather quickly. Her mom had dragged her along with a broad grin, but thankfully then taken the direct route back to their vehicle. Natties ears had been burning and her knees had been shaking. And yet there had also been this incredible feeling of satisfaction that had made her forget everything else around her. Suddenly, she didn't care about the stares of the others. What else could happen? She had just humiliated herself in the greatest possible way, debased herself, and done so willingly and without coercion. She didn't care what the others thought of her. All that mattered was this one wonderful moment of ecstasy and the satisfied and excited look on her mother's face, which she could feel on her constantly.

After a short trip with the Hover, during which she had tried to compose herself a little and make herself more presentable, they finally reached the After-Harvest, the actual reason for their little excursion. Together with her mother, she carried the four bags into the building and handed them over to the staff at the reception desk. The elderly gentleman who received her clothes thanked them both with a handshake and a hug, and somehow Nattie didn't mind at all that he had briefly let his hand wander to her bare bottom to give it a firm squeeze. He had done it with such a friendly smile and such a loving look that it still gave her a warm feeling in her chest.

She and her mother had spent the evening arm in arm in front of the TV, cuddled up close together and mostly silent. They had watched an old classic movie on the streamer and then both fallen asleep on the couch. It must have been well after midnight when Steph finally woke her up and they staggered upstairs together, sank into the pillows in her parents' bed, and immediately fell back asleep.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast together, Stephanie had gone off to work and Natalie had gone to her room, determined to write to Pete and maybe chat with him a little. However, he had not been reachable so far. And so, she lay there, preoccupied with her own thoughts and daydreaming.
Her thoughts wandered wildly, mostly revolving around the same topic. Her own death, which awaited her in the not-too-distant future. And that was despite the fact that she subconsciously knew that she didn't really want to die. Still, despite everything she had already done, despite the stamp on her right buttock, despite what she had already said to her mother, death was still an abstract concept for her. She wanted her family to eat her. She wanted to be grilled. She wanted to meet her end on a spit. But the idea of no longer existing afterwards still frightened her and had not yet fully made it into her consciousness.

In short, she wanted to die for them, but she didn't want to be dead.

She pondered these confusing thoughts for a long time until a soft beep from her tablet suddenly brought her back to the present. She hastily grabbed it, turned it on, and immediately discovered a message from Peter. However, when she saw the timestamp, her brow furrowed in annoyance.

Damn thing!

Apparently, the house computer had held back the message again for some reason, because the stamp was two hours old.

“Shit... Nexus, clear your memory and restart the communication system!”

“Understood, Nattie,” the mechanical voice sounded from the invisible speaker, and she knew that the system was now shutting down temporarily to comply with her command. Annoyed, she tapped on the tablet and waited until the connection icon reappeared. A minute later, she could finally start reading.

Pete_TheRobster_2330: Hey Nattie, I'm sorry for how I reacted, but the news had been weighing on me for a few days, and when I saw how happy you were about it, I somehow thought for a moment that I didn't mean as much to you as you did to me. Do you understand? Oh, that was stupid of me. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I hope you're not too mad at me.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: And I wanted to tell you that I'm really looking forward to trying a piece of you, more than one in fact. I'm going to really fill up on you. The party is going to be great and you'll be the absolute highlight. Laura told me that her best friend was roasted a while ago. She was such an erotic sight. I saw pictures, it was just amazing. And I think you'll look even better on the spit.

No sooner had she read the messages than Nattie picked up the tablet with a happy smile and began typing a reply.

NatRob31: Hey, it's so nice to hear from you. I was starting to worry. Of course, you mean the world to me. I love you so much. And I'm glad that you seem to be looking forward to it a little bit now. Because I'm feeling more and more excited myself. I was in town with Mom yesterday and got my official stamp. I'm not really registered, I don't need that for the party, but somehow it makes me feel good. I stand out from the others now, you know? Everyone who sees me knows immediately what I am. And somehow that's exciting.

And it seemed that Pete had been waiting for her to reply the whole time. Because no sooner had she sent her message than his status changed to online.

Pete_TheRobster_2330: Hey!
NatRob31: Hey, do you want to video chat? I'd really like to...
Pete_TheRobster_2330: I can't. Dad wanted to take me to the lake today to look at the barbecue areas. He'll probably call for me any minute now.
NatRob31: Oh, okay…
THE barbecue areas?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Probably, he has a few others in mind. But I think so. It's really nice there, you'll like it.
NatRob31: I'm looking forward to it.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: You really do, right?
NatRob31: Yes, definitely. I'm lying here in my bed right now, stroking myself, and all I can think about is what they're going to do to me.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: You're weird, but maybe that's why I think you're so cool.
NatRob31: Maybe you're just as weird as I am.
How are you doing now?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Pretty good, actually. Oh, you mean... with the whole thing?
NatRob31: Yes. You seemed so sad. I was really worried.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: No, it's okay. I talked to Laura. And... a little bit with Dad, too. They're all so excited to see you. They asked me to give you their love and tell you again how grateful they all are to you. But they'll do that themselves at the party. And to be honest, I can't wait to see what you look like on a spit.
NatRob31: I wish I could see myself. It's totally crazy, but I wish I could taste myself. I'd like to know what I taste like.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Maybe they can cut off a piece of you while you're still alive.
NatRob31: I'll hardly be able to taste it, there'll be a spit sticking out of my mouth.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Shit, you're right.
NatRob31 Honestly, Pete, and you're starting high school soon?
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Haha… Does your dad know yet?
NatRob31: Not yet. He's coming home today. He's been at a conference in New York for over a week. And Mom hasn't told him anything yet. So, he knows your dad would like me for dinner, but he doesn't know my decision yet.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: And how are you going to tell him?
NatRob31: I'll probably climb naked onto his lap and ride him until he cums inside me. And then I'll whisper in his ear that he just came inside a meat girl.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: For real??
NatRob31: No, I don't know yet. Maybe I'll just show him my stamp.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Oh yeah, the stamp. How come you're wearing one now after all?
NatRob31: Mom took me into town. We wanted to take my clothes to charity and go for ice cream, and before that she dragged me to Sidney's office, where a friend of hers works. She was a weird person. Well, she thought the stamp would cause me fewer problems. So that everyone can see right away what I am.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Cool. To be honest, I've always thought they were really hot.
NatRob31: Me too. But it hurt quite a bit.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: They burn it onto your skin, don't they?
NatRob31: Yeah. I kinda feel like a cow.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Well. In a way...
NatRob31: Haha.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: Oh, damn. Dad's calling. I have to go. Love you. Wanna video chat later?
NatRob31: Sure. See you then.
Pete_TheRobster_2330: See you.
NatRob31: I love you too, Pete.

When Peter's status changed back to offline, Natalie sighed, sank back into the pillow, and pressed the tablet against her bare chest.

I really love him

She reached between her legs, touched her wet pussy, slid a finger inside, and imagined his face as she did so.
And I'm definitely going to give him a gift he'll remember for the rest of his life.
With that, she carefully slid her finger deeper, across her wet, shiny slit and down between her buttocks, where she tenderly touched her butthole.

“It's yours, Pete,” she whispered with her eyes closed as she applied gentle pressure until her fingertip slipped into her tight hole. “No one else will get to enjoy this, just you and then maybe the spit.”

Chapter 10 - Beloved husband

Unfortunately, the planned video chat with Peter didn't happen because he spent most of the day touring with his father and didn't get home until late. So Natalie decided to spend the day relaxing by the pool and sunbathing in the garden. After all, she wanted to look her best when she presented herself naked to her family on her big day. And she had always thought that a little tan suited her quite well. Even though the fire would later give her skin an even deeper tan, of course.

Later, her mother joined her and transferred a preview version of the newest chapters of her latest novel to her tablet. Secretly, Nattie was extremely proud that she was always the first person to see a new work by the famous author. Her mother valued her feedback very much, and in fact, some of her suggestions had made it into her works.

In this one the main character was a young orphan girl her age who lived as a street child in the alleys of D-Town and tried to protect herself and her little sister from the sinister figures who frequented the area. An endeavor that was not always successful, of course. Natalie already had the feeling that this work could become one of her mother's most personal. It seemed that she was using it to process, at least in part, the death of her sister Monica. So she spent most of the afternoon working her way through the first hundred pages of the novel and then giving her mother her open and honest opinion, as was expected of her. And it brought a big smile to her mother's face when she heard that she already liked it very much. Secretly, Nattie deeply regretted that she would never know how the book ended and whether the two girls survived in the end.

But the best moment of the day was when her father finally returned. When Nattie saw the company Hovercraft land on the rooftop parking lot and him get out and say goodbye to his assistant, she jumped up and ran back into the house, as she had already agreed with her mother. She wanted to give him a chance to freshen up and settle in before she jumped on his lap. So she left it to her mom to welcome her beloved husband home.

***

A few minutes later, Stephanie stood at the stairs leading to the roof terrace, her heart pounding with excitement, waiting impatiently. And sure enough, shortly afterwards, she heard her husband's footsteps on the stairs. And then he came into view. Michael Robinson was a man who, even after twelve years of marriage, could still make her heart beat faster. At forty, he was in his prime and looked fantastic, she thought. She had always loved his dark, wavy hair, and his slightly slanted eyes were a clear indication of his Japanese grandmother. When he saw her at the foot of the stairs, his features lit up and a broad smile appeared on his lips.

“Steph... I'm so glad to be home at last.”

Beaming, she stretched out her hands and welcomed him at the foot of the stairs.

“I believe you, come here and kiss me. I missed you so much.”

He immediately took her in his arms and held her close. Steph sought his lips with hers, and they found each other in a tender kiss full of longing and joy at being reunited. His hand gently on her cheek, he whispered:

“I missed you too, darling. I missed you so much. Where's Nattie?”

His wife smiled.

“She'll be here soon. Go and freshen up first. Did Carina take good care of you?”

“Oh yes, she did. She was an angel. I'm really glad you introduced us back then.”

“How is she? Why didn't she come in with us?”

“Oh,” Mike waved it off with a smile. "She's bringing my documents to the office for me, and I'm really grateful to her for that. Besides, she's exhausted. I gave her the next few days off."

“That was sweet of you.”

Once inside, Stephanie took her husband's jacket off and hung it neatly on a hook in the coat closet. Then she stood on her tiptoes again and gave him another tender kiss on the lips.

“Well, I hope you've got some energy left. You're going to need it.”

Her husband, who seemed to understand the hint, smiled to himself, grabbed her butt, squeezed it, and pulled her close to him. He looked down at her and his eyes sparkled as he asked:

“Did you miss me that much?”

“Not just me, my darling, not just me.”

But with that, his wife laughed and pulled away from him, took him by the hand and pulled him into the kitchen, where she immediately instructed the coffee machine to fill two cups.

“How did it go?”

“Oh, it went great! I was able to wrap everything up nicely. I don't know if the big merger will actually happen in the end, but at least the chances look good.”

As he spoke, Mike took off his shoes and placed them neatly next to the door. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and took a deep breath. Stephanie bit her lip furtively as she looked at him. The sight still had an effect on her. She secretly hoped that Natalie wouldn't wear him out too much, because she also planned to climb onto his lap later and ride him until they both ran out of energy. But of course, she knew she had to let her child go first today. The news she had to announce was of paramount importance. As the coffee cups slowly filled, she replied:

“I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. That would be an amazing step for your career.”

“You can say that again. At least Mr. Fredrickson is very happy with my work.”

“He should be. You sacrifice a lot of time for it.”

A little contrite, Mike shrugged and stepped toward her. He raised his hand to her cheek and caressed it tenderly.

“I'm sorry, honey, but I love my job.”

“And that's a good thing,” she replied with a soft laugh. “But we both missed you anyway. Now get settled in, take a shower, and then go to the living room. I think someone can't wait to see you again.”

Michael smiled at her, threw his shirt over his shoulder, and turned away. But at the door, he paused and looked back at her with a worried frown.

“Did you talk to her? About... you know.”

Stephanie blinked a few times and swallowed hard, but tried not to show her feelings too openly.

“Yes, I did. But she should tell you herself.”

Her husband hesitated for a moment and sought her gaze. Then he nodded.

“All right.”

And with that, he disappeared around the corner, and shortly afterwards she heard the bathroom door close. She watched him for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully.

He's not stupid. He can already guess what the answer is. What's going through your mind right now, my beloved husband?

Chapter 11 - Daddy's home


Nattie had waited impatiently for her father to finally come out of the bathroom. She quietly stayed in the background and tried not to be noticed, just watching as he went into the living room and finally let himself fall onto the couch with a sigh. But no sooner had he leaned back and reached for his tablet than she rushed toward him, beaming from ear to ear.

“DADDYYYY!”

Naked as she was, she jumped onto his lap, ignoring his surprised look, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Her mother, who had watched the whole scene, stood in the doorway smiling and crossed her arms. She watched happily as father and daughter celebrated their reunion. And it wasn't long before Mike's hands began to passionately stroke his naked child's back and pull her close to him. Nattie greedily sucked on his tongue, kissed him, rubbed herself against him, nestled her whole body against his, and breathed in his scent.

Oh Dad

It took him quite a while to push her away enough to look up at her face and smile. But she still didn't let go of him, keeping her hands on the back of his neck and beaming at him.

“Dad, I missed you.”

“Oh, Nattie,” he sighed, stroking her cheek tenderly. “I missed you too, my little one.”

“You were gone forever. I thought it was only supposed to be a week.”

She frowned reproachfully, and he looked away.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it had to be done.”

Then he pushed her a little further away from him on his lap and looked at her with admiration. His strong hands slid over her arms and his eyes darted over her bare chest down to her wet, glistening pussy, which was rubbing against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

"How come you're naked, sweetheart? Did your mother finally convince you of her way of life?"

Nattie grinned brightly and glanced quickly at her mother, who was still standing in the doorway. She gave her only an amused smile and shrugged her shoulders, but her daughter just shook her head and bit her lip.

“No, not exactly. But before I get to that…”

And with that, she kissed him again, passionately, sensually. She wrapped her arms around his neck and immediately felt his hands run over her back and the hard bulge pressing against her lap twitched expectantly. A warm shiver ran through her whole body and she enjoyed his tongue in her mouth so much that she wanted to open his pants immediately, take out his hard cock, and just impale herself on it. But before she fulfilled this desire, she definitely wanted to share the big news with him first. Because she had been looking forward to it so much. For days, she had been unable to think of anything else.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see her mother standing in the doorway, watching her with a pensive smile. But as much as Natalie loved her, it wasn't her who had her attention at that moment. At that moment, there was only her and her dad, the man who made her heart beat so fast, who had been there for her when she wanted to experience her first love, her first lust, her first passion. The man who had made her a woman a little over two years ago and whose kisses and touches were now becoming more and more passionate and demanding. She could already feel his hands on her butt again, feel him kneading and pulling her buttocks apart and tenderly tickling her back entrance with a finger. She moaned into his mouth, rubbing her wet crotch against his pants, knowing she was leaving a wet spot on them, but she didn't care at that moment.

But before the passion could overwhelm her, and she knew it wouldn't take much more, she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, breathless. Her father also seemed to need a moment to recover. But eventually, he put a crooked smile on his lips and tilted his head with a smile.

“Hmm, that was lovely. If you always greet me so nicely when I come back, maybe I should stay away longer in the future?”

But the little girl immediately shook her head, hugged him, and pressed her cheek against his. A sad thought flashed through her mind.

In the future, there is no future for us

“No, no way, Dad.”

She took his face in both hands, looked seriously into his eyes, and shook her head.

“At least not as long as I'm still here.”

Something changed in her father's gaze as she spoke the words. The crease between his eyebrows deepened slightly and a hint of sadness entered his eyes. But before he could reply, she suddenly climbed off him, let his fingers slip through hers, and turned halfway around to present her bare backside to him.

“I want to show you something,” she whispered, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his gaze found the mark emblazoned on her buttock.

“What do you think?”

Without replying, Mike leaned forward, reached out his hand, and stroked the brand with a serious expression. It was no longer bright red, as it had been yesterday, but now adorning her skin in a light brown tone. His thumb tenderly traced the sensitive skin, and Nattie bit her lip in anticipation.

“So you're really going to do it. You... You're giving them your body? We're going to eat you at the reception?”

Natalie nodded and turned back to him. She was now standing very close to him, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her stomach.

“Of course. Did you think I would say no?”

Her father sighed, shrugged his shoulders and pressed a kiss below her belly button. Then he rested his forehead on her stomach and shook his head. She didn't see the look her parents exchanged at that moment, enjoying only the intimate touch, the closeness she felt at that moment.

“I... I don't know what I was thinking,” he finally replied quietly. But when he looked up at her again and let his hands wander down to her bottom, she could see a smile in his eyes that made her breathe a sigh of relief.
“But I'm incredibly proud of you. And grateful, too, because I know how happy George will be about this. But... I'm going to miss you as well.”

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than the twelve-year-old sank to her knees in front of him, took his hands, and looked up at him with longing in her eyes. The trembling in her pussy had become more and more intense in the last few minutes, it was almost a burning desire that desperately needed to be satisfied. And so she kissed his hands and then gently but firmly pushed him back onto the couch as she slid closer to him on her knees.

“Don't think about that now, Dad. I only want to think about one thing right now, that you're finally back.”

With a half-smile and a quick glance at his wife, who watched silently with shining eyes, Mike leaned back, and Natalie wasted no time. With practiced movements, she pulled down his waistband a little and felt for his cock. With a happy smile, she snuggled up to it, felt his hot shaft against her cheek, and sighed with relief.

Finally

And then she followed her instincts and simply did what felt right, what she had been doing with him for years, what she loved and what her mother had taught her all those years ago. She kissed her father's hard cock, licked from his balls up to the tip, and when she reached the top, she tenderly closed her lips around it and began to suck.

“Oh, Nattie. Wow... Oh God, yes, you're so good at this.”

Her father's satisfied moans were music to her ears. Keeping her eyes fixed on him, she whispered playfully as she slapped his hard cock against her cheek:

“I missed him.

“He missed you too. Oh yes...”

Mike's answer was lost in a long moan as she took him into her mouth again and began to suck him with complete devotion. Again and again she took him as deep as she could, sucking him, licking him, suckling on his tip and covering him with tender kisses in between. When his hard shaft wasn't in her mouth, she jerked him off, looking at him with love and longing.

When she glanced briefly at the door, she saw her mother smile at her, blow her a quick kiss, and then disappear around the corner to give the two of them their privacy. And Natalie was grateful, because even though she loved her mother more than life itself and had been longing for her closeness and touch more than ever before, this was a moment that belonged only to her and her father.

Just me and Dad

And so she continued to work on him, sucking his cock as passionately as she could, covering his balls with countless kisses, nibbling on his tip, jerking off his hard shaft, and playing with the tip of her tongue on his glans over and over again. Until at some point he couldn't take it anymore, moaned loudly, and carefully pulled away from her.

“Oh, baby, I want you.”

And there, his daughter beamed with happiness, nodded excitedly at him, and jumped to her feet, only to settle down at the other end of the couch with her legs spread and her arms stretched out invitingly toward him.

“Yes, fuck me, Dad. Fuck me. I want you... I want to feel you deep inside me.”

At least as aroused as she was, Mike dropped his pants and stepped over to her. He knelt on the edge of the couch, spread her legs, and without further ado, positioned his cock at her tight entrance. As always, his hard glans looked almost obscenely thick against her small, childlike slit. So she wasn't surprised when he paused again and looked up at her questioningly, tenderly placing a hand on her cheek.

“Do you really want this? Because I don't think I can hold back.”

His voice sounded rough and panting with lust. His eyes glowed with arousal and Natalie felt his firm grip around her ankles, holding her legs spread apart. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her, so she nodded eagerly, touched his hand on her cheek and whispered:

"Do it, Dad. Take me as hard as you want. I'm just a piece of meat. From today on, you never have to be careful with me again."

Mike growled with pleasure and then thrust his cock slowly but relentlessly forward until it was completely buried inside her. The air was literally knocked out of Nattie's lungs. She gasped, pressed her hand against her stomach, and squeezed her eyes shut, because it wasn't just pleasure, she felt, but also pain. But she could hardly tell the two sensations apart anymore, and she didn't want to. One was equivalent to the other, because what mattered in her life was no longer what she herself felt, but only what she had to give to others. And she wanted to give her father as much pleasure as she could. So, with trembling lips, she raised her hands to his cheeks, looked deep into his eyes, and gasped:

“Yes... just like that... aaahhh, fuck me. Push your beautiful, hard cock into my pussy and fuck me hard. Oh yes, yes, Dad. Give me everything you've got!”

Mike laughed softly and shook his head, but he didn't stop, thrusting again and again, driving his daughter closer and closer to orgasm with every hard thrust. After a while, he threw his head back, groaned, and bit his teeth together. He was obviously trying to stop himself from coming just yet.

“Oh God, you feel so good, so tight.”

“Just for you, Daddy.”

She stretched her arms above her head, arched her back, and gasped loudly with every thrust. The happiness she felt at that moment was overwhelming; she didn't know what to do with herself, she only knew one thing: she was in the right place. She felt so fulfilled at that moment. Her father was finally back, her beloved dad. His beautiful hard dick, the cock that had conceived her back then, was now inside her, driving her to the highest heights and tickling places inside her that no one else could find.

At some point, perhaps wanting to delay it a little longer, Mike changed his rhythm. His hard shaft now slid slowly and tenderly into her. He no longer pushed so deeply, but instead stimulated the first few inches of her vagina with tender, steady thrusts, massaging her lovingly rather than fucking her hard. With a dreamy look, Nattie reached out her arms to him and tenderly touched his chest and hips, and when he leaned over her, her fingers ran through his sparse chest hair, up to his neck. She pulled him down to her and kissed him lovingly, as he slid a little deeper into her and she gasped her excitement directly into his mouth.

“Dad...” With a veiled gaze, she looked into his eyes, ran her fingers over his lips, and enjoyed his gentle thrusts. “I’ve been so turned on since I found out. And Mom has been tormenting me. Especially yesterday.”

An imperceptible smile formed on his features. He didn’t stop thrusting tenderly, but asked:

“You were in town, weren't you?”

She nodded with narrowed eyes and moaned:

“Yes... and I was completely naked.”

“That must have been exciting.”

Another nod, and even though she was lying beneath him with her legs spread and his cock deep inside her, she felt a blush spreading across her cheeks.

“It was,” she whimpered. “Everyone was staring at me... Oh God, Dad...”

Mike redoubled his efforts; it was clear that he wanted to come now and that he intended to do it with her. His lips found her throat, his tongue slid over her skin, searching. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and his hard thrusts in her belly. By now, she could no longer distinguish the pain from the pleasure; they had merged into one ultimate feeling of arousal.

“Dad, yes, yes. Yes... come, come inside me, marinate me, oh God yes, Daddy.”

Marinate me

She had planned her words earlier while she was waiting for him, but now that she had said them, she felt ridiculous. Ashamed, she covered her eyes with her arm and grinned to herself, but her father didn't stop fucking her, and now it was exactly that again, a hard fuck with only one goal. And they were both driving towards it together, unstoppable.

“Hnnnnngggg... Daddy...”

“Oh, my little girl, my little darling...”

And then it happened. She could feel it, felt his hot seed shooting into her body and finding its target. At the same time, a wave of excitement flooded her mind. Goosebumps formed all over her body and she arched her back beneath him, screaming out her pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut so she couldn't see him staring at her in amazement with an overjoyed smile on his lips. Mike was still pumping the last thrusts of his hot juice into his child and couldn't have been happier at that moment. But eventually his strength left him and he collapsed limply on top of her. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, nestled her face in his neck, and whispered:

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

She could feel him sighing, breathing in shakily and trying not to settle his entire weight on top of her. Yet she would have gladly endured it, almost wanted him to bury her beneath him, wanted to gasp for breath beneath him...
But eventually he groaned and sat up again with a satisfied expression on his face. The smile he gave her was full of love and gratitude.

“Wow, I needed that.”

Nat laughed softly, still feeling him deep inside her. With a pensive smile, she ran her hand over her stomach and felt the spot where she thought his tip was.

“Me too.”

Her father leaned over her again, gave her a tender kiss on the lips and then one on each of her hard nipples. Then he carefully reached for his cock and gently and slowly pulled it out of her. However, his twelve-year-old daughter couldn't help but sigh with pleasure and tremble all over as her father's thick shaft left her tight embrace. She gasped once more, laughed shyly, and then propped herself up on her elbows.

“Oh dear, I'm leaking.”

“Wait, sweetheart...”

“Oh, Dad... Aaahhhhh...”

With a quiet outcry, she fell back onto the couch and trembled all over as her father dove between her legs and began to lick her. His rough tongue danced over her highly sensitive lips and clit, lapping up every drop of cum he could find. He stayed between her legs for a good minute, licking her clean, and Nattie almost thought she would jump out of her skin, so intense were the feelings. It was as if her whole body had been put under high voltage.

That would be another hot way to kick the bucket

But before she could pursue this tempting thought, Mike suddenly sat up, crawled over her, and kissed her on the mouth. His daughter eagerly returned the kiss, and soon she had the familiar taste of his semen on her tongue and closed her eyes in pleasure. When he finally pulled away from her and she looked up at him with a satisfied sigh, she met his thoughtful smile.

“Oh, dear. You're just like your mother.”

Nattie stretched out in front of him on the couch, purring contentedly like a kitten that had just been fed milk, and grinned broadly.

“Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It's true. And not just in character, you look more and more like her every day.”

But suddenly something changed in his gaze, a hint of seriousness appeared in his dark eyes as he continued quietly:

“Are you really sure you want to do this? That you…”

But then she nodded, propped herself up on her elbows again, and looked him in the eye with conviction.

“Yes, Dad. Yes. I've thought about it for a long time. And it just feels right.”

Mike's brows furrowed thoughtfully. He was still sitting between her spread thighs, his cock on her pubic mound, his hands gently on her knees. He tilted his head and finally asked a question that sent a cold feeling through her stomach.

“Aren't you afraid?”

“I'm terrified.”

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze.

“I'm scared of the pain. And also, of... Well...” She shrugged uncertainly. “Death and what comes after...”

With that, she sat up straight, tucked her legs under her, and placed her hands in her lap. Her father did the same and sank back into the pillows opposite her. Eventually, she shrugged and timidly looked up at him again, a crooked smile on her lips.

“But whenever these doubts arise in me, I think about how happy you will all be. How much you will enjoy my meat. And then the fear disappears. And all that remains is anticipation.”

After these words, Mike raised his hand and tenderly stroked her cheek. Then he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead lovingly, and Natalie nestled into his rough palm affectionately. She could see that he was struggling, fighting a lump in his throat, when he finally spoke:

“You're going to give them an unforgettable day.”

A radiant smile formed on her lips.

“Are you looking forward to eating me too?”

To her great delight, her dad didn't hesitate for a second with his answer.

“You bet. I can't wait to cut off a nice piece of you. I don't even know what I want to try first.”

He playfully poked her in the sides several times, making her giggle. But after a while, she looked up at him seductively and raised her hands to her chest. She pushed together the little flesh she had to offer and playfully offered it to him.

“Maybe one of my breasts, or would you prefer a thick slice of my butt?”

She wiggled her bottom invitingly on the couch, and the smile on her father's lips grew wider.

“Maybe both, darling. I'll definitely be back for seconds.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than she threw her arms around his neck and planted a long kiss on his lips. She felt his tender grip on her hip, played with his tongue, and sighed blissfully into his mouth. Then, after a long and passionate kiss, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and stared at his lap. Lost in thought, she placed her hand on his stomach and bit her lip.

“I can't wait to be in there.”

But this thought was accompanied by another, and it gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. In a regretful tone, she added quietly:

“Unfortunately, I won't stay long, then I'll end up in the toilet.”

It was kind of weird. She had never given any thought to what would happen afterwards. She knew she would die, that her body would be processed and prepared, and that all the guests at the wedding couldn't wait to eat her. But as was the way with food, it followed its natural course. Everything that went in at some point had to come out again eventually. And so, at that moment, she was overwhelmed by a simple but unfortunately undeniable realization.

I will become feces. I will be digested and my remains excreted. I will end up as a pile of shit

She was infinitely grateful to her father when his voice pulled her out of these not exactly pleasant thoughts.
“Unfortunately, that can't be avoided, dear. But a part of you will always stay with me, right here.”

With that, he took her hand and placed it on his heart. She could feel it beating in his chest.

“I will never forget you, Nattie. Never. I promise you that.”

The little girl closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and nestled against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, felt his warm skin against hers, and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Dad. And that's exactly why I'm doing this. Because I want to be as close to you... to you and Mom as I possibly can.”

Okay, I'm really liking Michael. He seems the most grounded and sane person so far, which makes sense as the rest of the cast introduced so far have mainly been women, who have been conditioned in a Dolcett world. So it makes sense that he might not have snuff bunny tendencies. I have to say though, that that didn't answer ANY of my theories and Natalie's ultimate fate is still completely shrouded in mystery! I'm eagerly waiting for what happens next.

I would say also that while I understand that in this futuristic world, children may be more educated and more emotionally intelligent then present society, but some of Natalie's thoughts and comments still come off as coldly clinical and beyond her years. I would have perhaps preferred if Natalie used the term "poop" with a childish giggle at the thought (poop jokes), as opposed to the more clinical "feces." Or else, there should probably be a quick mention in the introduction of the story about the higher maturity levels to explain this away because I'm having trouble reconciling it with the modern day and have to remind myself of your comments earlier.

I would also recommend more banter between Natalie and her father. When Natalie offers a breast, the father could have playfully commented that being so little they would hardly be a meal. I had to double check and their size was confirmed in the 11th paragraph of your story =D. Simultaneously, drawing attention to the small size and the idea that she won't live to see them grow larger, could also have played a role in keeping the reader guessing at her fate as it gives her another reason to renege on her promise. But that's not really necessary.

I must say, I am looking forward to the final reveal and the symbolism (if any) behind a meat girl at a wedding feast. Is it just food, like any other, or does it take the place of the wedding cake? Which part goes to the bride and groom?

With more chapters out I'm going to spill some thoughts out / ramble on about the world building and then some theories and ideas about where the story might go.

I am going to be mentioning stuff from Pixelwriter's other story Happy Ending as their are some important lore pieces in that story. I'll try not to spoil it. It's also been a while since I read any of Edward Hyde's "Sydneyverse" stories, so i'm going to base my thoughts solely on Pixelwriter's stories.

Everything is taking place 300 years in the future, so early 2300s. We do have a few examples of advanced technology, (the hovercar, the home computer, and the "sex toy" from Happy Ending), but it doesn't seem to be super advanced or "science magic". Their doesn't seem to be the type of technology you would see in other stories this far into the future. Stephanie's problems getting pregnant not being solved is an example.

Society wise, the main view we are getting is from Natalie, who appear to be some level of wealthy and still seems to have a slightly naive sheltered view of the world around her. This world seems to be more in the middle of the dystopia / utopia kind of society. Their doesn't seem to be a draconian legal system seemingly made to feed women into a execution dominated prison system. To be fair we haven't had any mention of how the legal system works or what kind of crime rates they have. I think its safe to say that their is no lottery at play to push women into becoming meatgirls. Their is a seedier side with the D-Town, but we don't know how they work. The only hint we get is from the little bit from Stephanie's story about her sister. It does seem that the district is pretty shady with how things happen.

From Happy Ending we know that their is a birth ratio of 1 to 10 in favor of women and that this is a straight meatgirl society and that boys dying in snuff related manners is rare but not unheard of. Also, while the process of becoming a meatgirl is based on consent from the meatgirl, their are people who are pushing for a more dystopian "women are livestock and have 0 rights" mindset, but they appear to be in the minority. Based of that and what we heard about D-Town, said consent might be more loosely defined or not very regulated beyond the commercial level. As far as we know, Natalie hasn't signed a consent form or made any kind of official documentation / evidence that she is consenting to this. Seems easy for shadier people to take advantage of.

Economically, this is a capitalistic society with Natalie's family being on the wealthier side, its hard to say how upper class they are, but I suspect that the family isn't as wealthy as Uncle George. Stephanie on the other hand is implied to have come from a less of then she currently is level. The family from Happy Ending appeared to be middle class, with the father fixing the hovercar and the reaction to the "sex toy". Parts of the story show that there's also a lower class with girls selling themselves off to raise money for the family and chapter 7 heavily implies that their are girls who are convinced that its better for them to be meat. The stories about D-Town also imply that their is a problem with poverty, but at what level is hard to say. I could be wrong and George could be upper class, Natalie middle class, and Happy Ending family lower class.

That ended up longer then I thought so i'll leave the theories and ideas part for another post.

>>28265
>>28265
The year it takes place is actually 2344. I hid a tiny hint of this in the story, namely in Natalie's and Peter's usernames, which both contain their birth years. And yes, the future is high-tech, but definitely not as utopian as, for example, in Star Trek, where practically every health problem is solved. I wanted to demonstrate this i.e.by the fact that Stephanie still has difficulty getting pregnant. However, they have made progress, both medically and socially. Free health care is standard, which it should have been by now, in my opinion. And, as I'll mention in a later chapter, there's a kind of genetic vaccination that a child receives shortly after birth that ensures that there are no genetic defects in incestuous reproduction.

I deliberately try to give readers a little freedom in how they imagine the world. It's definitely a mix of dystopia and utopia, even if the utopian aspect far outweighs it. There is a certain dark side, but it doesn't go as far as, for example, in Arcane with Piltover and Zaun. It's just that, just like in big cities today, there are certain dark neighborhoods where one shouldn't venture, and where crime reigns. Because consent is often less emphasized there. It's quite possible that I'll devote myself to a story later that might take place in such an area.

As for the boys in this society, it certainly happens that they occasionally lose their lives because they recklessly risk them on certain occasions. However, this happens to a much lesser extent than is the case with girls.

There is a registration system, a kind of database, that records who is registered as a Meatgirl and who isn't. However, this is only necessary for official registrations, for example, when registering to be killed at a restaurant belonging to an officially sanctioned slaughterhouse or at a public event, such as a TV show.

And as for the social status of the families I've mentioned so far, you've pretty much hit the nail on the head. Uncle George and his family are filthy rich. He's an influential businessman who could afford absolutely anything. However, he's celebrating his upcoming wedding in a smaller way. It won't be a huge party; it'll be a barbecue with maybe 20 to 30 guests. Mike, Stephanie, and Natalie are also quite wealthy. They live quite luxuriously, and this is largely thanks to Stephanie's success as an author. Mike is trying to work his way up in his company. He works in lower management at Gretel's, a restaurant chain.

As for the Fischer family from "Happy Ending", they're in the lower middle class. A perfectly normal, average family with a steady income, three children—oh, sorry, two children ;) and a small house. Not rich, but happy.

>>28267
I was thinking about Star Trek when I was thinking about the tech level. There doesn't seem to be anything too out there. Talking medically, I was thinking about Stephanie's description of how they could prepare and cook her. It's possible a high-tech society in the future could develop a drug to help a person last longer in that sort of situation. Just a theory/thought. I also imagine there are all kind of gadgets that are used to cook girlmeat. Who knows how they cook cook her with Uncle George being filthy rich. Natalie, at least based of the interaction with the girls at the mall, is convinced shes going to be spit roasted.

If you don't want to stamp out the Natalie gets pregnant theory you don't have to answer this, but I imagine with the advanced medical science and the free health care that there is some kind of birth control Natalie is using (her Father certainly isn't) or is that something their not worried about?

I was also imagining the D-Towns as more of a Red Light district where the more seedier things happen. Never really thought of them as a rundown slum or anything like that.

You mentioning Uncle George's wedding being a smaller event and not some large extravagant affair to show off does clear up a bit of my thoughts on the wedding. I was wondering if Natalie would be enough to feed everyone or if there would be other meatgirls who are not the main course and whether or not the brides younger sister could be a possible replacement in the event Natalie doesn't go through with it. I still think it will be Stephanie in the event that happens.

With Stephanie bringing in the big bucks, I can assume Michael and George didn't come from a filthy rich family and George is more self made rich then born into money rich?

>>28269
I'm not going to go into detail about the party itself, you'll just have to wait and see.
As for contraception, Natalie gets a little injection every six months that ensures she is a certain percentage safe. There is still a tiny residual risk, but she has to live with that.
As for D-Towns, you're right. What I meant was that it's not really a run-down lower town, but more of a poorly monitored red-light district where the police don't regularly venture.
And yes, the two brothers come from a completely normal, average family, but George has already achieved what Michael is still working on, which is to successfully work his way up in his company.

Please forgive me if my worldbuilding sometimes gets a little out of hand. I just love it. And please don't be mad if I can't answer all the questions, because I want to keep a little suspense alive. And I also want to give readers the opportunity to get a little involved in the story by imagining some details for themselves.

>>28271
It's cool, I'm enjoying the world building and how it's more believable then some of the worlds where it's just an excuses to get to the snuff (not that I'm complaining, that is why I mainly come to this site after all).

Sorry if I'm being too nosey about things, when I like a story I get a bit obsessive about it. If this was a book, it would be the kind that I would be reading until the sun came up.

>>28272
That is maybe the biggest compliment you can give a writer. Thank you!

>>28273
Your welcome, it's shaping up to be a great story.

Just a bit of a disclaimer, this is just me going through my thoughts about the story / where it could go, not trying to tell you what to put in it. When I get into a book, show, or movie, I like to ramble on about it, but a story with this subject matter is harder to talk to people about. Write the story you want to write.

I'm interested in meeting Natalie's friends and their reaction to her transition to meatgirl. There is also the swim team and spelling club to deal with, though I'm sure there's not going to be any conflict involved with that. With her becoming a meatgirl, I assume there's no reason for her to go to school anymore, but I am interested on how school life in this world goes. We got a taste with Happy Ending but I am curious. Maybe something for another story.

I do think the Volunteers band might play a role later on. Stephanie might have connections to get a meet and great or something for her daughter. Hell, rich people have paid for private concerts before so who knows. I like Natalie being a metal fan and the band being Canadian is a interesting choice. I notice fictional metal bands tend to be from one of the Scandinavian countries, like Dethklok from Metalocalypse. I could be wrong though and the band is just their for lore or a seed for another story.

Same thing for the girls from the mall coming back into the story. They could be just a plot device for Natalie's shift to meatgirl and they could not show up again. That does lead me to the least believable part of the story. I can get behind the snuff/meatgirl/incest being accepted, and I know that a meatgirl obviously doesn't have pockets, but a 12 year old girl going out and not having her future equivalent for a cellphone with her is just weird. The again it is 300 years in the future so people having cellphones constantly on them could just be seen as a weird thing people in the past did.

I have some thoughts on the little bit of backstory we have for Stephanie but I want to wait until we have more info.

>>28274
You see the little silver object, leaning on the blue tablet. That's a communication device. Everybody is wearing it directly on the skin (most commonly on the wrist or the upper arm). It works as a communicator, is connected to the NET and can be scanned by the authorities to retrieve your ID or your health records.

(That's Sam's head by the way, from Happy Ending, This and other pics of mine can be found on Pixiv)

Chapter 12 - A mother's thoughts


Stephanie knew that she wasn't needed at that point. This moment belonged to the two of them and only them. However, she would never forget the moment when Natalie told her father the big news. It touched her heart to see her husband take his beloved child in his arms, hold her close, and hold her tight, because she knew exactly what he was feeling at that moment.

On the one hand, he was of course happy for his brother. George and he were very close and had spent a lot of time together in the past. It was only after her brother-in-law moved to California with his family that this changed. Mike missed him very much and being able to give him this gift now filled him with great joy. But it also meant that he would lose his only daughter. And that was the other side of the coin.

She knew how Mike felt. He hadn't been thrilled when he first heard the news either. And yet, just like her, he had decided to leave the final decision up to Natalie. It was her life. Her body. Her death. She was no longer a little child, as she herself had realized just yesterday when they were at the café. She was a young woman who could make her own decisions. And she seemed to have made up her mind.

  And so Stephanie sighed, gave her daughter another smile, blew her a kiss, and left the two alone. But she didn't return to her study; instead, her feet carried her to Natalie's room as if of their own accord. She opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her. Then she looked up and glanced around. Posters of her daughter's favorite band hung on the walls. The bed was rumpled and unmade. Several tablets lay scattered across her desk, the computer screen was off. Toys she probably hadn't touched in ages were piled up on the shelves. And in front of the wardrobe stood the Sybian that Nattie had gotten for Christmas two years ago. Stephanie smiled as she looked at the almost empty bottle of lubricant next to the excessively used sex toy and shook her head in amusement. But then she looked up at the now empty and open wardrobe and bit her lip.

I really didn't think she would do that

Through the closed bedroom door came the loud and excited moans of her daughter, who had probably just been brought to climax by her father. Stephanie's heart pounded with happiness, but her hands clenched in front of her chest and she bit her lip.

Her voice, which I won't hear again in a few weeks. The house will be so empty without you

With tears in her eyes, she sank down onto the edge of the bed, grabbed her child's blanket, pulled it toward her, and buried her face in it. She breathed deeply, taking in the familiar scent, and squeezed her eyes shut.
Until recently, she had still hoped that Nattie might change her mind. That was why she had taken her to Chloe. Why she had tried again and again to shock her, to challenge her. She had hoped that the cold, hard reality of her impending death might dissuade her from her plan. But it seemed she had underestimated Nattie's determination.

My little girl wants this, and part of her is looking forward to it. She takes after me, maybe a little too much. It's my own fault that I'm losing her now. Maybe things would have turned out differently if I hadn't given her my novels to read all the time

But no sooner had the thought popped into her head than she called herself a fool. Because, of course, Stephanie knew that it wasn't that simple to explain. That's just the way the world was. Even when she gave birth to little Nattie and held her in her arms for the first time, overjoyed, she knew that she might only have a few years with her. Girls were eaten in this world, that was a fact. It was normal; she herself had helped slaughter dozens of them in her youth. Some of her fondest memories were of helping her father in the slaughterhouse. And then there was the fact that she herself had never really planned on growing very old.

Steph sobbed into the blanket, squinting her eyes and pulling her knees up. It was as if all her strength had left her at that moment. Because despite all these logical thoughts, part of her blamed herself and wondered if it was perhaps her fault after all. Whether she had unwittingly and unconsciously driven her child to this decision.

Why didn't I just say no on her behalf? Why? No, George, you can't eat my only daughter, buy yourself a meat girl!

In hindsight, she would have much preferred to face her daughter's accusations of patronizing her than the reality she now faced. She would have much preferred to try to explain to her why she had taken this decision out of her hands than to lose her forever. But she hadn't done it. Instead, she had assured her brother-in-law and niece that she would talk to her. That she would ask her and leave the decision up to her. Had that been irresponsible or respectful towards her child? She didn't know. Nevertheless, there was this little voice inside her that she just couldn't silence, accusing her over and over again of failing as a mother.

Stephanie didn't know how long she lay in her daughter's bed crying. But she knew she couldn't hide forever. And so, at some point, she sat up, ran her fingers through her hair, and dabbed the tears from her cheeks.

I have to be strong for her. I don't want to unsettle her in any way. If that's her dream, then she should be allowed to enjoy it to the fullest and not have to worry about whether she might hurt us in the process

Then she got up, took the blanket, shook it out, and left the bed in a much tidier state than she had found it. Then she went to the wardrobe, closed it, and finally pushed the tablets on her child's table neatly together. Just like a mother does.

A mother... soon I won't be one anymore

Once again, she had to fight against a hard lump in her throat and almost roughly wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands to hold back her tears.

Pull yourself together, Robinson. Be strong, damn it. You are a woman in a world where very few girls get the chance to become women. Now help your girl find her way and stop thinking about yourself

And so Stephanie left her daughter's bedroom, put on a fake smile, and went into the kitchen. The two lovebirds in the living room were sure to need refreshments after their little romp.

>>28289
So its like a combadge from Star Trek. I like the art. It did remind that Stephanie is blonde, for some reason I keep picturing her as a redhead. The paperwork in the picture does have me thinking though. The Citizenship and Behaviour section makes me wonder if there is any consequence for scoring low. It doesn't come across as a world that forces under performing girls into the meatgirl industry, but the Teacher's Comments section might have a "you're daughter's useless, send them to the butcher" comment (but possibly worded nicer).

Something I read on a different forum did get me thinking about something though, what would it be like to be a vegan or even just a picky eater who doesn't like human meat in a world like this. Like in this world are their anti-meatgirl movements.

I liked the chapter with the dad. The dad was obviously rougher with Natalie then he previously has been, but he didn't go full beast mode and treat her like a fuck toy to get himself off with. Although, I suspect that the roughness Natalie experiences will increase as the story progresses.

As for the new chapter, a downer, but it did what it needed to. Giving us Stephanie's point of view does change my thoughts on which of my ending theories will happen. I'm pretty much convinced that either Natalie or Stephanie get barbecued and we get some aftermath/epilogue chapters from the one who doesn't. In the event Natalie goes over the coals, there still is a possibility that Stephanie decides to become meat afterwords. I think that the "someone else" theory has an almost 0 percent chance of happening.

>>28302
That's a standard report card for a fifth grade middle school student, I downloaded and filled out myself. 😄

Oh and don't get confused, that's Samantha from my story "Happy Ending". I just used it to showcase the combadge.
But nonetheless Stephanie IS blonde 😄, as is Natalie.

I'm going to throw out an insane theory for funsies. The two males we've met so far have been rather emotionally grounded and mostly normal. However, the females we've met have been on an emotional roller coaster see sawing between their snuff bunny tendencies and their own natural self preservation. It almost feels like they might think that the snuff bunny tendency and the world built around it is "wrong." Given that your world takes place in the future, social conditioning, or even out right brain washing would not be too far fetched. So it stands to reason that the only reason why women and girls would deny their own natural instincts to stay alive (and breed) is due to some level of brain washing. If this is the case, then the emotional swings I've been seeing in the women would make sense as they struggle with the cognitive disconnect. And the men are mostly unaffected as they're much less brain washed. Of course, there has been no real indications of this happening and is just a wild thought I wanted to throw out there. But that communicator you introduced that all women have, even naked ones, could be a tool with additional nefarious purposes...

The theory reminded me of a story I read a long time ago where an ancient entity possess the body of random women utterly and pretends to be them while working on their agenda. The mind of the vessel is forced to watch in horror as someone wearing her body and using her hands commits atrocities to her loved ones and can only scream into the void. Until one day, the son of the vessel's was about to be killed and for a moment, the mother was able to break through the entity's hold and sacrifice herself to save her child with the help of every other mother and their stolen families. But it was for just a moment, and the entity moved on to another vessel to continue her agenda and the mother became another faceless voice screaming into the void.

Just some rambling thoughts to say that I'm really enjoying this story and world building. I'm especially enjoying the doubt over Natalie's final fate and how folks are questioning if it's alright to harvest a girl when it's your own girl, whom you love very much.

>>28304
Yeah, keep the theories coming, I enjoy them all, even the wild ones. XD

>>28303
Sorry, I should have clarified, I meant the Robinsons group shot on your pixiv account when I was talking about Stephanies hair.

>>28304
It's hard to say if it's the work of a nefarious "one world order" type of organization, but there is certainly social conditioning going on. A non-story spoiler for Happy Ending the 9 year old daughter was saying she was taught in school that they shouldn't be sad about those who have died. The same story also mentions a movement that tried to turn women into meat slaves but failed. If their is a secret cabal that means they failed to push it that far, or that it going that far was against their plans, which would imply this is being done with a "gentle touch" method.

>>28305
Ok, some wild theories.

Since the start, I've been suspicious of Uncle George's motivations. After what you mentioned in your other posts I'm not as suspicious, but because I've read too many stories on sites like this, the thought is still there. He was said to have a "look of love" by Stephanie, but who's to say it wasn't a "look of love" one gives the most amazing piece of steak they've ever seen. He is described as a "shrewd businessman" and "always knew exactly how to get what he wanted". Whats not to say George doesn't have a dark side. I suspect Natalie will be at Georges home at lest 2 or 3 days before the wedding, probably without the parents. At that point George treats her just as a meatgirl to have his way with and not as his niece. Natalie's plan to give her anal virginity to Pete could fail and it gets taken by George. Basically, I'm saying George could end up being the type of man Stephanie was warning Natalie about.

Then a crazy M Night "what a twist" Shyamalan ending theory:

This turns out to be "in universe" a book written by Stephanie. It might be a "based on true events" book about her daughter being cooked and eaten. It could be that Natalie gets cooked and eaten but the book is what she wished had happened and she gets cooked and eaten in the book instead. Or the whole story could be made up and shes just based on her fantasy of cooking and eating her daughter (bonus points: the ending is revealing the "real world" Natalie reading the book and her reaction to it). Or Natalie is writing the book, taking after her mother, with the same variations above but just swap Stephanie and Natalie.

>>28307

Oh man! Shamalaned! I can definitely see those twist ending. Maybe cannibalism isn't real and this is just Stephanie's dark fantasy she's writing down. Or Stephanie is eaten or otherwise killed and Natalie finds and continues this story on her mother's holopad.

>>28307
Ah, okay, that explains a lot. I thought you were referring to this picture. >>28289


Well, as far as social conditioning is concerned, it has definitely been around for 300 years. Ever since a young girl managed to change the world back then. In that respect, yes, there is conditioning of girls and women to believe that their flesh is, as a matter of course, part of the food chain.
However, there is no evil intention behind it, no insidious plan by any organization or all the men in the world.;)
In fact, I would say that Sidney's or any other girl meat chain is no more evil than McDonald's is today. Rather less, in fact, as they are actively committed to preserving the environment. It's a green company, if you will.

And yes, I mentioned a political movement that wants to ensure that women lose their rights and are subjugated to the will of men. However, similar devious groups already exist today. So this is not something I invented. Unfortunately. :(

As for Uncle George, he's a good guy. Yes, he's a successful businessman, but he's not a villain. He loves his niece just as much as he loves his children. And he would never do anything to her that she doesn't want. In other words, if Natalie decided she'd rather continue living her life than end up as his wedding dinner, he would accept that decision.

And as for the rest, my goodness, you really give me lots of ideas for more stories. I don't think I'll ever run out of material. XD

But in all seriousness, you guys have great ideas. Why aren't more of you writing?

>>28318
Ideas are easy, actually getting something decent out of them is a whole different matter.

Can't find Pixelwriter on Pixiv.

>>28318
Mainly time, I am easily distracted, and coming up with the main concept isn't the hard part for me, its fleshing them out in to an actual story.

For example, I had the idea for a prison / execution centre for girls that's of inspired by The Execution of Joanne and some of Djetlas stories, but I don't want it to be a short story because I've read so many like that that it would feel like a rip off to me. So I was thinking something longer. I have an idea for the beginning and the end worked out, but it's figuring out what all happens in the middle that makes my brain hurt.

>>28330
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/39514058
I just noticed that they go by Pixelwatcher on pixiv.

There is a great deal of distance from an idea to a cohesive story, even with the help of AI. I've had a lot of fun using AI to help write my ideas but I can't for the life of me make them a real story. They keep meandering and have no ending. AI has been a fun tool but if anything, it's just made me far more appreciative of the authors we've been blessed with. Don't get me wrong, I'm not disparaging AI writing. I'm just saying even with AI assisted tools, a writer I am not.

But I did have some fun ideas.
1. Teen girl and her boyfriend are trying to have sex but they don't have a condom. So they ask the girl's younger sister if they can use her pussy as an all natural condom and remove it from her. No one gets pregnant and a good time is had by all except for the younger.

2. Young girl wants a pet but her mother says their apartment is too small. Instead, mom finds a product that turns the girl's clit into a pet, witch detaches from her body like a little worm but anything that happens to it the girl feels. I ran with this idea multiple times and they all had fun bits to read but didn't make a cohesive story. But my favorite bit was that the little clit pet still uses the girl's pussy as a bed/toy much to the girl's annoyance so she decides to remove her entire vulva to give to the clit pet. But now that her vulva is removed (yet still alive and functional) the clit pet uses it as a means to try and seduce the girl it came from. There's some funny/sexy banter where the girl says she's known her pussy for years whereas the clit has only had it for a few days so it's going to have to try much harder if it wants to seduce her using her own former pussy lips.

>>28335
These are most certainly very creative ideas. :D

But all I can say is this: A story, that never gets started, never gets finished.
Just try, and even if you fail, you will learn. Especially in the age of AI, a creative mind must never give up!

>>28337
Well, I did, actually, a lot. I generated multiple versions of my ideas, which were functional fap material. But attempting to put more effort into it to create a cohesive story that others might enjoy reading is a frustrating and headache inducing experience and this is not the fault of the AI generator but my own failings as a creative writer. Even the plot summary is too much for me. Just outlining characters, a plot, and a beginning to end I just cannot do that properly. Which again, is why I am ever so thankful for actual writers and the content they put out.

While you're waiting for the next part of the story (which will follow soon) I have a little treat for you. ;)
To see the full resolution of my little Nattie go check out my Pixiv account.
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/39514058

>>28346
I like the pic, style is simple but not too simple if that makes sense.

The only suggestion is, if this is Natalie's room, maybe a Volunteers band poster on the wall.

>>28352
I started to draw on this medium 2 months ago. I'm still learning. 😏

>>28353 Are you using an AI or hand drawn for you images. Also, how did you get the wrap around of Registered Meat on the meat stamp. Whe I did the "Meat the Robinsons" manip and used the grade stamp on the upper thigh, I was imagining that in a Dolcett World, all of the meat eligle potential livestock, (both male and female) would need to get meat graded periodically. The meat stamp would use an ink that would wear off over a period of 3 months or so. Also all citizens would get a permanent barcode tatoo to aid the grading and potential havesting processes

>>28354
Hand drawn on Clip Studio Paint. I don't use AI.

There is a tool embedded in CSP for curving text. Very useful once you understand how to use it. 😅

>>28346
I absolutely love this picture! Maybe you could out her on a wooden table or a salad platter?

A minor wrist injury is holding my creativity back at the moment. Updates will come, but a few days later, than planned. Sorry!

>>28417
A wrist injury? Been over-doing it a bit? :-P

Chapter 13 - BDSM

33. That was the number displayed on the large screen in the kitchen this morning. Natalie now had thirty-three days left. Two days had passed since her father returned home and she told him the big news. A little over a month, a time that absolutely had to be used. But her body didn't seem to have fully grasped that every hour, every single minute she had left was precious. Because it had decided to do what it had been doing to her once a month for a little over a year. Natalie had gotten her period.

She was understandably annoyed at that, because it was something she hadn't considered when she made the decision to get rid of all her clothes and spend the rest of her life naked. That meant a small adjustment, because until now she had normally relied on pads. Now, however, she had to resort to tampons, which she had borrowed from her mother. It was Steph who had reassured her a little, because when it happened and she woke up last night with that unfortunately now quite familiar feeling between her legs, she had been a little worried at first. She hadn't actually expected her period yet. But after a nighttime conversation with her mother, she had learned that, especially in the first two years of menstruation, the body still needed a while to adjust and, accordingly, the intervals between periods could easily vary. In addition, major life changes, stress, and increased sexual activity could also have a certain influence on this rhythm, and these were all factors that were playing a fairly significant role in her life at the moment.

The slight cramps in her abdomen that accompanied this at the moment were also something she could have done without, but every time she thought about it, she had to smile secretly, because what were these pains compared to what was in store for her?

If I can't even handle this, maybe I should really think twice about having an eight-foot steel spike rammed through my body. That might sting a little more

In the mirror, she saw her lips curl into an amused smile. Then she shook her head at herself and concentrated again on what she was doing. At that moment, the little girl was sitting in front of the mirror in her room. Or rather, she was kneeling there in a rather exposed pose. Because in the last few hours, she had been grappling with a certain topic that she couldn't get out of her head. And that was since her visit to Sidney's registration office, to see Miss Chloe O'Donnell.

BDSM

Bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Four little words that played a big role in their culture. What used to be just a fetish, or if you wanted to go a little further, a certain type of relationship, was now almost ubiquitous. What was impaling a woman on a barbecue spit other than the ultimate immobilization? In other words, a certain form of bondage. It took incredible discipline on the part of a meat girl to willingly submit to the point of giving up her entire life and future just so that others could enjoy a delicious meal. Sadism meant deriving pleasure and satisfaction from inflicting pain on another person, but this was consensual. The same was true of masochism, except that you were on the other side of the whip.

But what fascinated Natalie most at the moment was not so much the cultural aspect of it all, but the erotic one. It made her chest flutter when she looked at pictures and holos of girls and women striking the various poses that Chloe and her mother had talked about. One of them particularly caught her eye. It was called Nadu.
This position required kneeling with legs spread wide apart, keeping the body upright and placing the hands on the thighs. In most depictions, the women were shown with their heads bowed, probably to indicate their submission. But Natalie looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit that she liked what she saw. Except, of course, for the little ribbon dangling between her legs, which made her grimace in discomfort every time she noticed it.

Annoyed, she picked it up and briefly considered whether she should just push it between her labia. But it did have a purpose, didn't it? She let out a frustrated sigh, bit her lip, and absentmindedly rubbed her clitoris once. She looked over at her Sybian with almost longing. How she would love to sit on that wonderfully vibrating saddle right now, or maybe change the attachment and replace it with the vibrator that came with it. But the risk of making a mess was far too great for her. And so she just sighed again, full of regret, and closed her eyes.
Somehow, at that moment, the images from Sidney's office immediately reappeared in her mind's eye, with her bent over. Miss O'Donnell behind her, her rough fingers all over her pussy. She had treated her like a piece of meat, like an object. And that was exactly what she had wanted, after all. And yet, in a way, the experience had also left her confused. The stamp on her right buttock, which she had admired extensively in the mirror earlier, clearly showed what she was: a piece of meat waiting to be harvested. Nevertheless, there was this little voice inside her that was literally screaming for help. A fearful Natalie, locked in a cage in the back of her mind, shaking the bars, wanting to be let out and wanting to live. But the key to this cage was held by her guard.

Me

“Well, it looks like Chloe has left a lasting impression after all.”

The girl flinched in fright. She pressed a hand to her wildly beating heart and looked at the door. Stephanie leaned in the doorway with her arms crossed and smiled at her.

“Mom, you scared me.”

Her mother, who for a change wasn't naked today but had thrown on her favorite tight-fitting brown bodysuit, in which she looked incredibly hot as always, grinned crookedly.

“Sorry, but that looks sexy.”

Natalie returned the smile, looked away again, and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't given up the pose; on the contrary, she found it even more exciting that her mother was now seeing her like this. But at some point, she just shrugged and said quietly.

“Thanks, I'm just trying something out.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Stephanie moved away from the door, walked over to her, and sat down cross-legged on the floor next to her. She reached out and caressed her knee affectionately. “Nadu has always been my favorite pose.”
Natalie was secretly glad that her mom was visiting her, not only because she had been such a wonderful support to her again tonight and she enjoyed her company at any time, but also because since their trip to the city together, a myriad of questions had been swirling around in her head. And so she took the opportunity to get rid of at least a few of them.

“You told Chloe that you had forgotten most of the poses, which means you used to practice BDSM?”

Stephanie nodded, and an almost dreamy smile appeared on her lips.

“Yes, both of us. Together. I was Chloe's sub for a good year.”

Her daughter's eyes widened. For a moment, she just stared at her in amazement. And the sight seemed to amuse her mother, because a faint smile formed around her lips.

“You look surprised.”

“I am.” Nattie nodded vigorously, then tilted her head questioningly. “Her sub? So she was your master... your mistress?”

Steph nodded, leaned back against the mirror, and pulled up one leg. She looked back at her openly.

“You could say that.”

“Wow, how old were you back then?”

Her mom shrugged and thought for a moment.

“About your age, and she was a year older.”

Now Nat's mouth fell open in astonishment and she stared at her mother, almost stunned.

“What? You practiced BDSM when you were 12?”

But her mother just laughed heartily and shook her head.

“You make it sound like we whipped each other or did serious bondage.” Amused, she pressed her lips together and shrugged. “We were teenagers, well, almost, and we experimented a little. Just like you, we researched online and acquired dangerous half-knowledge.”

Her daughter continued to stare at her in amazement, her mouth still open. Meanwhile, images of her naked mother kneeling on the floor in a Nadu pose at the feet of her dominant best friend appeared in her mind's eye. Meanwhile, Steph smiled to herself, lost in thought, and finally continued.

“As you can imagine, the role of dominatrix came quite easily to a girl like Chloe. Even back then, she was much bigger and stronger than everyone else. Everyone respected her, and for a while I literally... adored her.”

Natalie hadn't missed the dreamy sparkle in her mom's eyes. Curious, she narrowed her eyes.

“But didn't you say you weren't a couple?”

Again, the answer was a shrug, but this time it came with a hint of uncertainty. As if Stephanie wanted to maintain an appearance that she herself didn't quite believe in. Or as if the conversation was reawakening old feelings that she thought she had long forgotten. Nevertheless, she finally replied:

“We weren't, at least not really. She had a boyfriend at the time, that was before she realized she was more into girls. With me, she just had sex... but that doesn't mean we didn't have feelings for each other. She liked me a lot back then, was very protective of me, and I... well... for a while...”

“What?”

Stephanie sighed, pulled her knees up, and wrapped her arms around them. At that moment, she looked almost like a young girl, sitting there with her on the floor of her childhood bedroom, revealing her feelings.

“Okay, I'll be honest with you, for a while I really thought I felt more for her... that I was in love with her. But in the end, I realized that she wasn't what I was looking for, and I wasn't what she wanted either.”

She shrugged her shoulders almost regretfully and sighed.

“So we ended things, but we've always remained friends. And that's not a given for a couple of emotional teenagers like we were. That's why I try to maintain my friendship with her. She's very special, even if she does have a gruff side."

Nattie nodded. It seemed she had been right after all, and there was more between Chloe and her mother than the latter had initially claimed. Maybe they were just friends now, but there were still feelings deep in her heart, you could see that clearly. And since she had been curious from birth, she couldn't resist probing a little further.

“What was it like with her back then? I mean the sex.”

Her mom bit her lip, but didn't seem to take offense at the question.

“Intense. She can be very assertive, and I enjoyed being bossed around by her. I really internalized the Nadu Pose back then.” The smile on her face widened as she recalled the memory. “Every time she visited us, I would wait for her naked in my room in that position. It got her in the mood right away.”

“I can imagine,” Natalie giggled and then looked at herself in the mirror for a while. Lost in thought, she let her hands wander over her body, ran them over her breasts, felt her hard nipples in her palms, and saw out of the corner of her eye how her mother was watching her with a smile. Finally, she asked in a shy voice:

“Do you think Dad would like it if I greeted him like that?”

The answer came quickly and with conviction.

“Absolutely.”

Smiling, Steph added:

“I do it for him from time to time. But with him it's different, he was never into the scene, but he enjoys the submissive aspect. In that respect, he's a typical man who likes his women to serve him and let him dominate them.”

“I love serving him.”

The softly whispered words left her lips before she could stop them, and Natalie immediately felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

Oh my God, did I really just say that?

But a glance at her mother's face told her that this little truth had indeed slipped out unintentionally.

Smiling, Steph reached out and stroked her heated cheek.

“Oh, honey, if he had heard that, you'd be on your knees with your butt in the air.”

Nat grinned broadly but looked down in embarrassment, but her mother just put her hands in her lap and her expression became a little more serious again.

“But speaking of your dad, I talked to him and there's something you need to decide.”

Surprised, Natalie looked up, cleared her throat, and tilted her head questioningly.

“That sounds serious.”

Her mother shrugged.

“Well, it's about school.”

That surprised the girl. Confused, she frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“What about it? I still have a few days of vacation left.”

However, her counterpart just shrugged her shoulders, and her expression told her that the issue was not half as serious as she had thought at first. Nevertheless, a decision seemed to be expected of her, because her mother continued.

“Yes, that's true, but the question is whether you want to go back at all.”

Nattie's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could ask a counter-question, her mother continued.

“After all, I could understand if you said you'd rather enjoy as much free time as possible in the last few weeks you have left.” With a shrug, she added, “I've looked into it, it would only take one phone call. In fact, it's common practice for registered Meatgirls to skip school.”

But then Nattie finally found her voice again. Almost panicked, she shook her head and grabbed her mother's hand.

“What? No, no way... all my friends are there.”

Stephanie blinked a few times in confusion, returned the pressure of her fingers, and tilted her head in a questioning manner. She didn't seem to quite believe what she had just heard.

“You really want to go back to school? I didn't expect that...”

But Nat, who wanted her mother to understand her, replied immediately:

“Mom, you know I like going to school. And I was looking forward to seeing Bea again. Besides, I'm the class representative,” she added, almost indignantly. “I can't just disappear without a trace.”

A faint smile played around her mother's lips for a moment, but she quickly put on a serious, almost concerned expression again as she replied:

"Well, I can understand that, but you do know that you'll be attending class naked? And you have to expect that your classmates will... well... tease you a little... or even worse. "

Worse... does she think I'm thinking what she thinks I'm thinking?

But despite the queasy feeling that rose in her stomach, the girl just shrugged, pointed briefly at her naked body with one hand, and then said:

“That's just part of it.”

Then she moved a little closer, placed her hands on her mom's knees, and gave her a reassuring look. Because she definitely didn't want the familiar worries to resurface in her. And so she reassured her:

“And you don't have to worry about me, Mom, I won't be roaming around or going to dangerous neighborhoods, I promise!”

Then, with red cheeks and under her mother's attentive gaze, she added:

“But honestly, I was actually looking forward to it. Please let me continue going to school.”

Stephanie laughed.

“Not many parents hear that sentence.”

Amused, she shook her head, reached for her hands, and lifted them to her lips. She tenderly kissed her knuckles, then pulled her a little closer and gave her another gentle kiss on the lips.

“All right, then I'll make a phone call.”

With that, she stood up, ruffled her daughter's hair affectionately, which she endured with an indignant squeal, and turned to leave. But at the door, she paused again, as if something had just occurred to her.

“By the way, have you thought about what you're going to do about your swim team?”

Nattie felt a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, damn.”

She hadn't been swimming during the two-week vacation because many of the team members had gone away with their families. That's why the weekly training sessions had been suspended during that time. But with the start of the new school year, they would have resumed, and the big tournament in Denver would have been coming up. At the thought of this, she bit her lip regretfully and hung her head.

Her mother gave her a sympathetic look.

“Yes, that's over too.”

Nattie nodded sadly.

“I know... I'll let Coach Clemens know. Oh man, she's not going to be thrilled...”

“She likes you.”

She still remembered the accident as if it were yesterday. She had been hit by a speeder bike on her way to school. Fortunately, the idiot had been traveling slowly and had only grazed her, but it was enough to throw her to the ground, where she fell unluckily onto the curb and dislocated her shoulder. The rehabilitation took quite a while, and for a time the girl almost fell into depression because she had been unable to support her team at tournaments for so long. But Coach Clemens, a resolute but nonetheless loving woman in her late forties with short, cropped blonde hair and broad shoulders, had not only visited her in the hospital, but also assured her that she would soon be back in full training and, with her help, would become even better than before.
Now, however, Nattie had to admit that she hadn't thought about her or the team at all when she made that fateful decision a few days ago. The thought suddenly caused a lump to form in her throat that she couldn't swallow away, no matter how many times she tried. Finally, her mother sighed quietly and shrugged her shoulders. She seemed to have been watching her the whole time and now probably sensed that she would rather be alone.

“All right, then we both have something to do. Dinner will be ready in an hour. Oh, and by the way...”

Nattie looked up at her questioningly and suddenly saw that naughty twinkle in her mom's eyes again. She was almost grateful, because it took her mind off things too. And as she continued talking, she couldn't help but smile.

“With Nadu, it's important that you present yourself willingly. Spread your legs as wide as you can, that symbolizes availability. Hands open on your thighs, that stands for devotion, and lower your gaze, that demonstrates submission. Never forget.”

With her heart pounding, the girl obeyed her mother's words, turned to face her, spread her legs as wide as she could to present herself, and assumed the pose.

“Like this?”

Steph bit her lip and you could clearly see her cheeks redden.

“Perfect. You would make a fantastic slave.”

>>28471
Like you, it's the little, almost throw-away elements that really get my motor running and in this chapter it was the idea of the "ticking clock" in the kitchen counting down to her big day! Also intrigued to see how things are going to go when Nattie turns up for class in her birthday suit! Will it cause a stir or is it so normalised by then it will be just another day? Will she be the only one? Perhaps there will be maybe 3-5 other girls in the school on the same path and they can form a sort of club?

Another great chapter, I hope the wrist feeling better.

>>28472
I agree, i'm also looking forward to how the other kids, and eve teachers react.

Chapter 14 - Proud parents

Stephanie lay naked in bed, one leg slightly bent. Her middle finger danced lazily on her clitoris, and her gaze was thoughtfully directed out the window. A soft moan drifted through the wall to her, and an imperceptible smile formed around her lips when she heard it. But at that moment, the door opened and Mike came in. She turned her gaze to him and smiled.

“There you are.”

He returned her smile and carried his clothes over to the laundry basket. Her husband was also naked and, from the looks of it, visibly aroused, as his cock stood proudly erect. His hair was wet and stuck to his head, and his skin glistened in the glow of the bedside lamp. He had just come out of the shower and a grin played around his lips.

“She's still busy.”

“I can hear her,” Steph smiled and bit her lip. “Did you see anything nice?”

“Oh yes,” her husband nodded and raised his eyebrows. “Her door is wide open as usual, the light is on, she's lying on the bed fingering herself, looking at something on her tablet and seems to be having a lot of fun.”

“I'm so happy for her.”

As she watched him lay out his suit for tomorrow, Stephanie continued to caress herself and let her gaze wander over his body. Mike wasn't particularly muscular, but he had a good figure, which he maintained by jogging regularly. She bit her lip with pleasure as he bent down to get a pair of socks from his drawer, presenting her with his firm butt.

That'll be mine again soon, she thought, and her gaze wandered briefly to her bedside table drawer, where she knew there was a strap-on that she had often used to pleasure her husband. Mike had had a strong bisexual side, especially in his youth, and really enjoyed it when they occasionally swapped roles in bed. But today she had actually hoped for a more passive role and pushed a finger deep into her wet and all too willing pussy. But then Mike's voice tore her out of her pleasant thoughts.

“I have to say, I think the whole thing is good for her.”

“What do you mean?”

Mike joined her, sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed a hand on her thigh as she continued to caress herself, looking at her with a loving smile.

"Well, you just have to look at her. She seems so much more relaxed, so much more open. And I'm not just talking about her not wearing clothes anymore or masturbating all the time. She... It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. You know what I mean?"

Steph snorted softly. She remembered her own youth and her firm plan, which had then so suddenly lost all meaning.

“Mike, I know exactly what you mean. Believe me. Once a girl realizes that the meaning and purpose of her life is to be turned into meat, it feels incredibly liberating.”

With a quiet sigh, she bit her lip and briefly looked past him out the window. But then she pulled herself together and shrugged.

“She has less than a month to live now. And it looks like she's taking my advice to heart. Which is to have as many hot experiences as she can.”

I just hope she doesn't go too far and is careful." A hint of concern flitted across her husband's face. But then she just took his hand and shook her head gently.

“I've talked to her, don't worry. Our girl is sensible, she's much more mature than you'd think. She must have inherited something from you after all.”

Stephanie smiled crookedly and then bit her lip excitedly when Mike took her hand and pressed a tender kiss on the fingertips that had just been inside her pussy.

“Don't get me wrong, darling. I hope she has a lot of fun. But... I'm also worried about her.”

Me too, Stephanie thought, but didn't say it out loud. Instead, she let her husband reach between her legs and play with a finger between her wet lips, which immediately opened expectantly for him. She closed her eyes, breathed in tremulously, and enjoyed the familiar caresses. He murmured with a satisfied smile on his lips:

“But actually, I shouldn't complain. After all, I'm a beneficiary of her changed behavior. She jumps on me at every opportunity. In the last three days alone, she's given me a blow job six or seven times.”

Stephanie laughed softly.

“I know what you mean. My pussy is all sore too.”

Her husband gave her a sympathetic look, but not without a hint of hope.

“Do you still have a little appetite?”

She gave him a seductive smile because, secretly, she had been waiting for him to finally ask. It had been another busy day for both of them, and they hadn't gotten around to it yet. Now she couldn't wait to finally feel him inside her. So she opened her thighs a little more, winked at him, and whispered:

“I always want you. Are you still up for it?”

Mike's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He gave her a crooked smile that had made her head spin even as a young girl, crawled onto the bed, and spat into his hand without further ado. As he positioned himself between her legs and jerked off his cock a few times, he whispered:

“Don't worry.”

And with that, he thrust into her without hesitation, knocking the wind out of his surprised wife's lungs. In response, she just gasped, closed her eyes, and grabbed the backs of her knees to open herself up even more for him.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Yes, Mike. Fuck me!”

And he, too, gave himself over completely to the feelings. With his eyes closed, he thrust again and again, biting his lip and moaning softly.

“Oh God. Yes.”

Soon the two fell into their familiar rhythm. They knew exactly what the other wanted, what they needed, knew each other inside and out, and loved to pleasure each other. And that hadn't diminished since Natalie had joined their marital lovemaking. In fact, it had only increased their libido.

Steph bit her lip in shame when she noticed her thoughts wandering to her daughter while her husband fucked her so devotedly. But she just couldn't help it. She kept thinking about her, her little girl, who had grown so much more dear to her heart lately, and whom she would soon lose forever. And yet, at that moment, the thought did not make her sad. Instead, it only aroused her even more. Because at the same time, she imagined how a part of her beloved daughter would lie on her plate, how she would devour her with relish. In a few weeks, she would be able to watch her little Natalie being roasted on a spit. It would certainly be the most erotic sight she had ever seen. And that reminded her all the more of what she had wanted to experience herself for a long time.

“Yes... yes...”

Steph let out a long moan as she felt her long-awaited orgasm approaching. But when she opened her eyes, she saw, to her boundless surprise, her husband suddenly put his fingers to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet. Almost stunned, she tilted her head and stared at him; after all, he had never complained when she got loud in bed. But then he suddenly stopped thrusting, smiled, and raised his hand again.

“Wait a minute. Be quiet.”

“Excuse me?”

“No. Listen,” he waved her off again, and finally Steph listened, a little indignantly. And then suddenly she realized what he meant, and she couldn't help but smile when she heard the loud, lustful moans coming through the open bedroom door. The two exchanged amused glances.

“Oh, I see. Yeah, sounds like she's coming again.”

“And loudly,” Mike replied with a grin, and she had to laugh too.

“Can you blame her?” Stephanie shrugged sympathetically. “She's on her period, and if she can't fuck you at the moment, she at least wants to have fun in other ways.”

Her husband smiled. She could clearly see the cheeky twinkle in his eyes as he replied:

“I offered to pleasure her in her other hole, but somehow she doesn't want to.”

Steph just snorted and playfully swatted at him.

"You're terrible, you know that? You know very well that she promised her ass to Peter."

Mike nodded and thrust again. He sank his cock all the way into her wet pussy, making her moan.

“I know, I almost envy the boy a little.”

Her husband now fell into a gentle, loving rhythm. Over and over again, he thrust with his eyes closed, and Stephanie knew full well that his thoughts were not on her at that moment, but on his daughter's small, virgin asshole, which he would unfortunately never get to feel. But she didn't hold it against him. Instead, she simply enjoyed the moment, ran her hands over her breasts, and came to meet him with her hips. Meanwhile, she listened to the loud moans of her child, who apparently still hadn't had enough. She even thought she could hear the soft hum of a vibrator, almost inaudible through the bedroom wall. At some point, she whispered, interrupted again and again by her own lust-filled sighs:

“But I think you're right when you say she's liberated. Her orgasms have become much louder.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Mike was now looking at her lovingly. He had taken her feet in his hands and was holding them to his chest. Again and again, he pressed little kisses on her toes as he continued to thrust gently. Steph gave him a loving smile and continued moaning:

“Do you remember? She used to bite her lip in shame and whimper quietly when she came. Nowadays... ah... she screams out her climaxes loudly. She wants the whole world to hear her, and I think that's wonderful.”

Mike nodded with a sigh. He kissed the soles of her feet, then put her legs over his shoulders and thrust harder again.

“Well, ah... she's probably trying to pack eighty years of her life into one month.”

“I'd do the same if I were in her place... Oh God, yes... keep going.”

Stephanie whimpered with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm, which had been stopped at the last second earlier, building up again. And this time it would crash over her in a powerful wave. She already knew that. Nevertheless, she continued talking, because secretly the thought of what she was about to tell Mike made her incredibly horny.

"Yesterday, I watched her for a while as she pleasured herself on the couch. And at some point, she asked me if I could explain to her again exactly what was going to happen to her. She really wanted to hear every bloody little detail... haaaa... and believe me, she came like a rocket. She... ahhh... squirted all over the living room carpet just as I was describing how the blood-stained skewer would come out of her mouth... Ohhh GOOOOOODDD!!!"

And that was the moment when she couldn't take it anymore. Stephanie arched her back, reached for her pillow, and clawed at the fabric. She screamed, knowing full well that her daughter two rooms away would hear exactly what was happening in her parents' bedroom. And secretly, she hoped it would help her reach her own climax. Because she deserved it. She deserved every moment of pleasure.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, she opened her eyes and felt Mike grab her tighter, sink his cock deep inside her, and suddenly moan loudly too.

“Yes, yes, please, oh God, yes!” she whispered, reaching for him, touching him tenderly with her fingertips and feeling him pump his hot seed deep into her womb. Thrust after thrust, he spilled himself into her, and Steph pushed herself up on her elbows, grabbed her husband's neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately. She could still feel his cock twitching inside her and heard him moan with pleasure in her mouth.

“I love you,” Steph whispered, and a warm shiver came over her as Mike raised his hand to her cheek, touched her tenderly, and nodded wearily.

“I love you too.”

Then he sank back into the pillows beside her with a sigh and put an arm over his eyes.

“My God... that was wonderful.”

Steph laughed softly, then got up on her knees and immediately leaned over her lover. She tenderly reached for his wet cock, causing him to suck in air between his teeth, and began to lick him clean devotedly. This was something she had been doing since they met. Her mother had taught her once, and she had passed it on to her own daughter as early as possible. It was a sign of love and reverence for her husband that she gladly performed, not only because it was simply the right thing to do, but also because she secretly enjoyed it. But as she gently and lovingly sucked on Mike's member, not to arouse him again, but simply to catch the last drop of his cum, her thoughts began to wander. Back to the man for whom she had performed this service for the first time. Her father.
But Mike, who had been watching her lovingly the whole time, now frowned gently, stroked her hair tenderly, and whispered:

“Is everything okay? You look worried.”

Steph nodded, gave his glans one last kiss, and then sank down next to him to snuggle her head into the crook of his arm. With a thoughtful expression, she began to play with his chest hair.

“Oh, seeing her like this brings back memories for me. Back when I was her age. I had plans, you know, before I met you.”

“Yes, I remember.”

She couldn't see his face at the moment, but somehow she knew he was frowning. Nevertheless, she continued quietly:

“I was so looking forward to being roasted for Dad on his birthday. Now my little daughter is living my dream. I'm a little jealous."

“Do you regret how things turned out?”

Almost shocked, she propped herself up on one elbow so she could look her husband in the eyes.

“No, not at all.”

As if to confirm her words, she lifted her hand to his cheek and whispered:

“I love you and Natty more than life itself, but part of me still thinks it's a shame that Dad never got to see one of his daughters on the spit. Every father should have that pleasure once in his life, don't you think? Instead, Colleen let herself be put on the grill by a guy who wasn't worth it, and Monica threw her life away at a snuff party.”

Sadly, she lowered her forehead to his chest and breathed in his scent deeply. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she regretted living for him. She didn't. But those thoughts were in her head now, and she couldn't change that.

“Of course you're right,” Mike replied after a while, but then tilted his head questioningly. “But I thought you ate Monica.”

Steph snorted:

“Her leftovers, yes. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left of her that was usable.”

An image flashed briefly before her inner eye. Herself, following her father up the dark garden path leading to her parents’ house. His dark figure a few steps ahead of her, carrying her big sister's mutilated body over his shoulder. In her hand, the bag with her head... it felt heavier than she had expected...
Her husband's voice pulled her out of these dark memories, and she was grateful to him for that.

“Honey, you know how proud your father was of you. Of all of you. He told me more than once.”

“I know. They're just dark thoughts.” She shrugged imperceptibly and bit her lip. “Maybe I'm just slowly realizing that I won't be a mother anymore soon.”

Mike didn't reply at first, seemingly lost in his own thoughts for a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if he would ever get the chance to be a father again.

And if so, with me?

“Do you know what you want to do after that?”

Stephanie shrugged imperceptibly and sighed. Eventually, she sat up and tucked her legs under her. With her hands in her lap, she stared into space for a while.

“Well, I've thought about it a little. But I don't have any concrete plans yet. Unless you think we should start working on a replacement for Nattie right away.”

Mike responded to her uncertain look with a confident grin.

“I'm ready for anything.”

“I know,” she whispered, but then his forehead gently creased.

“Aren't you?”

Am I?

But she didn't want to allow herself to think about that topic right now. There would still be plenty of time for that once Natalie was...

dead

“Yes, yes,” she hastened to say, but then tried to change the subject and distract Mike. So she forced a smile onto her lips and asked:

“But I'm curious, darling. Has Nat asked you to be a little harder on her yet?”

Immediately, a half-incredulous, half-understanding expression appeared on Mike's face.

“Oh, so you're behind this. I was wondering. Yes, just yesterday. She asked me to... choke her.”

Now the smile on Stephanie's lips was genuine as she asked:

“And?”

Mike shrugged.

“Well, I did it. Carefully, at least.”

“Of course. And how was it?”

Her husband laughed softly and it could actually be that he was blushing. She wasn't sure, but the thought amused her a little, considering what they had just done.

“She came. Pretty hard, actually. But that wasn't the craziest part.”

Grinning, Steph rubbed her hands together, because she couldn't wait to hear how the story continued, even though she had a slight idea.

“Now I'm curious.”

Mike snorted and gave her a doubtful look.

“You're beaming like a kid under the Christmas tree.”

She laughed, but then motioned for him to continue, which he did after a while.

“Well, you know I slept in her room the first night after my conference.”

“Yes, I noticed that I had to do without you one night longer than I thought. Go on!”

Mike avoided her gaze contritely.

"Yes, sorry... but well, when I fucked her the next morning, she suddenly wanted me to pull her hair. I took her from behind, you know. And then she suddenly started rummaging around in her toy drawer while I was thrusting into her. And then she handed me her dildo. And I thought, wow, does she want it in her ass now? But no."

“Well?”

Mike shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.

“She shyly asked me if I could hold it to her throat like a knife.”

“That's my girl!”

Steph shook her fist with a triumphant grin. But her husband just gave her a doubtful look and narrowed his eyes questioningly.

“Did you tell her about your fantasy with your dad?”

Nodding eagerly, she leaned forward and grabbed his hands excitedly.

“Yes, I did. Oh, Mike, you should have seen how she came when she heard it for the first time. I had to mop the kitchen floor afterwards.”

She bit her lip with relish at the memory and whispered:

“I knew she wouldn't let it go, she takes after me after all.”

“Yes, that's true.” With these words, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “And I can't tell you how happy I am about that.”

Overwhelmed by an immense feeling of love, Stephanie took him in her arms, snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek lovingly, then nestled her forehead against his neck and closed her eyes with a sigh. While Mike gave the house computer the command to turn off the lights, she purred:

“I gave her my old Digi-Sketch. That diary I kept as a young girl. It contains some of my fantasies. Let's see what else she surprises you with.”

Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“You're amazing. But doesn't that bother you at all?”

But she just shook her head and smiled happily.

“No, why should it? We share everything. And besides... Well, you know. She won't be around much longer.”

As her smile slowly faded, Mike gently stroked her hair.

“I know. But you know what? I have no doubt that she will taste just as delicious as you would have.”

“I have no doubt about that.”

>>28519
I love the almost mundane normalcy in chapters like this! Natalie, and by extension the whole family, has made a life-altering (and ending) descision and a huge day is coming but in the mean time they all just tick along. Definitely adds to the feeling that they are real people living (and giving up) real lives!

>>28520
That's exactly the mood I wanted to convey. 😁

Chapter 15 - Principal Cooper


At the beginning of this final phase in Natalie's life, her parents still had a lot to do. Their little girl was a member of a few clubs, so some organizational decisions had to be made. However, this didn't just apply to her leisure activities, but above all to her school. Nattie attended Eagleview Middle School, where she was a highly regarded student. She brought home excellent grades and was class president of 5a. She was extremely popular with her teachers, so it was only fair to prepare them for the fact that she would soon no longer be attending classes.
But contrary to Stephanie's assumption, she would now have to prepare the principal not for the sudden absence of one of his best students, but rather for the fact that he would be seeing much more of her than usual in the coming weeks.

To be honest, she was still surprised by her daughter's decision to continue living her life as usual, not only with all the new freedoms available to her, but also with all her previous obligations. Secretly, Steph was more than proud of her child, and she knew Mike felt the same way.

And so, on that Saturday morning, she sat down on her couch, activated the VidPhone, and contacted the school administration. It didn't take long for the familiar face of Phil Cooper, the gray-haired principal of Eagleview Middle School, to appear on her screen.

“Mrs. Robinson, how nice to see you.”

“Principal Cooper, I'm sorry to bother you on the weekend.”

But the man just waved her off with a charming smile and pointed to the numerous documents piled up on his desk.

“Oh, it's fine. That's why I have office hours in my office. And as you can see, I have plenty to do. How can I help you?”

Stephanie shifted uneasily in her seat. Suddenly she wondered how she should begin. Usually she had no trouble finding the right words, but in this case things were a little different. Somehow Director Cooper commanded her tremendous respect, perhaps because she herself had had so much to do with her own school principal in her youth.

“It's about Natalie.”

“Yes, what about her? Has something happened?”

Mr. Cooper looked concerned for a moment, so she quickly continued.

“Um... Well, not exactly. But there's some news. Namely...” She nervously licked her lips. “On September 1st of this year, at my brother-in-law's wedding reception, um... Nattie will be the main course and therefore won't be able to attend classes after that.”

The principal's previously worried expression softened and he breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, a smile formed on his lips as he said,

“Oh. Well, I'm happy for you, but we'll miss her. She was a fantastic student. And it's hard to imagine the swimming team without her.”

Steph nodded regretfully.

The same is true for this family

“Yes, I know. The thing is, Natalie is, as you probably know, a rather, um... strong-willed young lady. And once she's made up her mind, it's almost impossible to talk her out of it. And recently, she donated all her clothes to charity. Since then, she's been naked and intends to stay that way.”

Her counterpart's expression twitched briefly, and for a second she thought she saw a joyful gleam in his eyes, almost something like anticipation, which made Stephanie smile. Somehow, at that moment, she was overcome by the suspicion that it wouldn't be long before her daughter got to know the director in a much more intimate way than she could have imagined.

“Oh. I see, now I understand why you're contacting me. So she'll be attending class unclothed?”

“Yes, and I wanted to check with you to make sure that's okay.”

But again, the principal just waved her off. And this time, she was sure she saw a smile playing around his lips.

“But of course, why wouldn't that be okay? She wouldn't be the first girl to do that. I had a niece myself who didn't wear a single stitch of clothing for two months before her big day. Most girls really enjoy this phase of their lives. So I can understand that very well.”

Stephanie nodded. She was glad that there didn't seem to be any problems. And secretly, she found it incredibly exciting to imagine her child attending school stark naked, living out another of her mother's dreams. In fact, she herself had often fantasized about it in the past and experienced many an exciting moment imagining what it would be like to expose herself in such an absolute way. What was a recurring nightmare for many people, namely standing in the classroom without clothes, exposed to the gaze of their classmates, had always been a masturbation-fantasy for her.

And for Nattie, it would soon become reality

"I'm really happy about that. It means a lot to her, and even though I told her she'll probably have to deal with some teasing, she won't be dissuaded. "

But Principal Cooper just laughed.

“Well, of course, we're dealing with children and teenagers. There will always be a little teasing, as you put it. But I don't think she'll have anything bad to worry about. And if there are any problems, the school staff is always there to offer advice and support.”

He rummaged through his papers for a moment, as if looking for something. Stephanie watched him curiously for a moment, and finally he pulled out a tablet and made a few entries.

"Wait a moment. Ah yes, if it makes you feel better, I'll tell you that before the big summer break, we had a total of four students who we knew would not be returning to us. Two of them also spent their last days with us naked."
He smiled briefly and shrugged his shoulders in a reassuring gesture.
"And even though Nattie is the only one so far this school year who has chosen this path, I can tell you from experience that she won't be alone for long. Secondly, I can assure you that we will do everything we can to make her feel comfortable with us until the end."

Steph beamed. The man's words came from the heart, she could feel that, and it made her feel good.

“I'm really relieved. Thank you very much, Principal Cooper.”

“There's no need to thank me, Mrs. Robinson. But, if I may ask, how will your daughter be cooked?”

The look in his eyes was almost hungry, and she could understand why. Despite all the doubts that kept creeping up on her and the regret she felt but always tried to hide when she was with Natalie, she could understand him. Her mouth watered too when she imagined having a piece of her daughter on her plate in a few weeks and letting her juicy meat melt on her tongue.

“On a spit.”

Mr. Cooper closed his eyes with relish.

“Ah, a classic. And with Nattie’s body, forgive me for saying so openly, it’s a no-brainer. Such a well-trained, pretty, young thing is sure to look fantastic over the coals."

Despite, or perhaps because of, the image that once again appeared before her inner eye, she beamed and nodded politely.

“Oh, I assume so. She's really looking forward to it.”

“I believe so.”

But then the man's friendly expression changed to a more businesslike look.

“Then I will definitely notify your homeroom teacher and also prepare Coach Clemens for the unpleasant news. I'm afraid she won't be thrilled.”

“I'm afraid so too, but Natalie said she would contact her too.”

Mr. Cooper bowed his head.

“That's very decent of her.”

With that, he nodded, clapped his hands, and shrugged his shoulders, an almost apologetic expression on his face.

"But, well, ultimately it's your daughter's decision what she wants to do with her life. And if she thinks this is the right move for her, then we're not going to stand in her way, are we?

“No, absolutely not.”

Even though I'd like to

The principal gathered some papers on his desk, put on a friendly smile, and folded his hands on top of the stack.

“Well then, I'll be expecting your daughter on the first day of school and hope she enjoys her last few weeks with us.”

Her last few weeks... my God

Ignoring the lump in her throat, she forced herself to smile back, hoping he wouldn't notice how much effort it was taking.

“Thank you, Mr. Cooper. Have a nice weekend.”

“You too, Mrs. Robinson. Take care and give my regards to Natalie.”

“I will.”

And with that, the call was over. One item checked off the to-do list. She got up, went into the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water. Then she looked up at the display on the kitchen clock. The oversized 31 flashed in a cheerful pink, reminding her how much time she had left with her daughter.

My only child

She took another sip and frowned. Staring at the glowing number, she whispered:

“I hate you!”

>>28612
Must be so "hard" for teachers in this world!

great story until here

maybe Phoebe could be cooked/roasted too

Just bumping to say that I liked the talk with the Principal and hope for more chapters. :)

I read your story with great interest. It's well-written and delves deeper into the psyche of a potential "meat girl" than is typical. Her character is convincingly portrayed. However, I also felt a certain sympathy for the girl. Ouch, that happened to me again. :D That's the danger with well-written, long stories.

The AI-generated imagery simulation showed that the metal skewer would fit well in her body. I'd be interested to know exactly where the wedding celebration would take place. I'm deliberately writing in the subjunctive mood. Like a previous commenter, I'm hoping for a surprise. And another question: would it be a vertical or horizontal skewer roast? With a vertical skewer roast, the extension of the skewer is triggered automatically on the grill. The "meat girl" can also operate the lever herself.

Some spit-roasted meats can be seen here in vertical mode. https://boards.guro.cx/ai/koko.php?res=14586&page=0#p13_15072

I hope for a sequel soon. However, I also know that quality content takes time. Best of luck with the rest of the writing.

@Symbri, I think you will enjoy this unfinished masterpiece from a friend of mine. You write with a similar tone :)

Read a little and it's good so far ^^