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 "Butter Cookie Stuffing" by PB&J
   Part 1
   It was mid-morning in the suburbs and peaceful as usual.  Mr.  P paced
frantically back and forth in his living room contrary to his wife whom sat
and knit.  He repeatedly stopped at the front door to peek out its
peephole.
   Mr.  P had a reason to be nervous, they were expecting a dinner guest,
actually the dinner for their guest.  It would be self delivery this time.
He didn't like self deliveries; Things never turn out as you predict.  Too
many variables to calculate, too many factors were out of his control.
   Relax honey!  His wife spoke calmly.  If it doesn't feel right we can
always let her go.  She knew he couldn't relax.  The dinner was just a
little late, you know how children are these days!  That didn't make him
feel any easier as he peek out one more time.
   Mrs.  P felt she has everything under control.  She had groomed little
Cindy for months.  Falling in love with her ever since the first day she
greeted a sweet scout whom offered up her cookies.  Cindy gave her little
sales speech and she was sold.
   Mrs P loved butter cookies and little Cindy had plenty to offer.  Over
time Mrs.  P became Cindy's best customer so Cindy felt comfortable
entering the home.  She had learned that Mrs.  P was actually a world class
chef.Cindy wasn't sure what that meant yet it sound big.
   What Cindy liked best about her weekly sales visit was sampling Mrs. 
P's homemade Sweet Cherry Fizzy Pop stored in her giant kitchen.
   Mr.  P knew the game plan.  It was their turn to host dinner for their
very private diners club.  If it all works out dinner will be trotting up
the walkway any moment.
   Mrs.  P had set the whole thing up.  Gifting Cindy's parents with
tickets for a weekend couples cruise.  Setting up the teen babysitter for
her parents to use which will conveniently die from an overdose.
   Once the parents were gone she had called Cindy she needed more butter
cookies to use in a recipe.  She always ordered more butter cookies because
of Mrs.  P so she had a case.
   The babysitter had no problem letting Cindy leave and deliver her
cookies.  She wanted to try the new drugs she had gotten from Mrs.  P.
   Mrs.  P was humming with thoughts of the delicious butter cookie
stuffing she was going to make.  The stuffing would compliment the flavor
of a lucky girl.  Cindy would be delivering herself and the cookies.  Mrs.
P made a special batch of Fizzy Pop for the lucky girl and she could hardly
wait for Cindy to try some.
   Mr.  P stopped at the door again' pausing as he peeked.  He raised his
hand and said hush even though no one was making a sound.  Crap' she has a
little friend with her!  This wasn't part of the plan.  A little redhead
and a bike!  Mrs.  P popped out of her chair and went to the door.  Let me
see!  More excited then worried.
   Mrs.  P looked out the peephole.  There was Little Cindy approaching the
in her scout uniform' puling a case of cookies in a little wagon.  Next to
her was a extremely cute pigtail redhead in her play cloths and walking her
bike up the walkway.
   Ahhh she is so delicious' wouldn't is be wonderful if we surprise our
diner guest with an additional little piggy roast?  This wasn't the plan,
if they snag them both he would have to depose of a bike now.  His wife
gave him her loving hungry look.  The look he could seldom resist.  He
would have to recalculate the plan.  The doorbell rung!
   Cindy rang the doorbell as she spoke to Jenny.  I swear she is a chef
and even has a giant kitchen.  Jenny was more interested in the soda pop
Cindy was raving about.  Jenny asked again about the Pop.  She loved cherry
flavored anything especially soda.
   Cindy said the Fizzy Pop tickles her nose and was super sweet.  Cindy
assured her that Mrs P had a fridge full of them as she rung the bell once
more.
   Mr.  P figured it was too late to call the dinner off so decided to take
this new risk.  With reluctant approval he unhinge the locking system
opening the door for their two special dinner guest.
   Mrs P was all smiles as she greeted Cindy.  Who do we have here?  Mrs P
asked looking down at the cute freckle face preteen.  She gauged the petite
redhead the same age as Cindy.
   What really matter was weight.  Cooking time and all.  Cindy introduce
her as a classmate whom happen to be out riding when Cindy passed by.  Come
in come in' Mr.  P said as he step aside to let them in.  You can wheel the
wagon in as well as the bike.  We wouldn't want anyone stealing them.
   Mrs.  P thanked Cindy for the cookies.  I've made a fresh batch of Fizzy
Pop.  Would you and your friend like to try some.  Both girls looked at
each other smiling then said yes with excitement.  Follow me into the
kitchen and I'll fetch a couple bottles for you.
   As they followed Mrs.  P into the kitchen she called out to Mr.  P; Dear
can you bring the butter cookies?  He gave a nod and a smile as they left
the living room.  He looked through the peephole one last time then bolted
the locks.
   Jenny was wide eyed as she entered the kitchen.  It was bigger then then
she had imagined.  Filled with super large ovens, big metal tubs and
machines she had never seen before.  Cindy just smiled and said I told you
so.  Mrs.  P open the large refrigerator door then pulled out her latest
brew.  A special brew for moments like this.  She popped its cap and hand
each a bottle.  With a quick thank you the girls drank the fizzy pop.
   Jenny realized that Cindy was right again it tickled her freckled nose.
The taste was out of this world.  It even tickled her taste buds.  After a
large second gulp Jenny raved how good it tasted then gulping more.
   Both girls seem to race each other trying to finish off the bottles yet
it was Jenny whom felt it first then Cindy moments later.  Feeling woozily
and strange with blank faced.
   Motionless and thoughtless.
   Mr.  P entered the kitchen carrying the case of butter cookies.  He gave
his wife another smile.  Both girls were just standing in a daze.  Mrs.  P
removed the empty bottles from their hands.
   The fizzy pop had been laced with a secret ingredient passed down
through her family.  The natural chemical compound greatly increased
suggestive behavior.  Cindy and Jenny were like blank plates ready for any
suggestion.
   Mrs.  P love to make it fun for the children after all it is always best
to make it a game.  Children respond well to suggestions when it feels like
playing.
   She had the perfect game in mind for these two little treats.
   She stroked Cindy's blonde hair.  How are you today miss chicken?  Cindy
looked up as Miss P and smiled.  Ummm' I'm fine.  She played with Jenny's
pigtails and asked how little miss piggy was doing today?  Jenny responded
with a smile and a quick oink.
   Oh my' why is miss chicken and miss piggy wearing people cloths?  That
is just silly.  Both girls looked at each other then themselves and
laughed. Better get out of those people cloths silly chicken and piggy.
   Mr.  P set a clothing basket in front of them.  The girls started to
race each other removing their clothing.  They were giggling about how
silly they looked in cloths.
   It didn't take long for Jenny to undress her shorts, blouse, happy face
panties, and sneakers.  Her freckled little body stretched out as she
squealed like a little piggy.  I win' I win Jenny dance about naked.
   Cindy outfit was more involved with plaid skirt and a white button down
blouse.  Cute pink panties, socks and shoes.  After a few minutes she too
was now naked raising her arms in triumph.
   Mrs.  P was right about Cindy, viewing her creamy white skin and
slightly budding breast.  She will make a delicious butterball roaster.
   The girls pranced around the kitchen clucking and squealing as Mr.  P
checked his watch.  The average drink lasted around twenty minutes or so
they may need a booster drink.
   Mrs.  P knew it was time to advance the game.  The girls stopped playing
around as Mrs.  P made a sad face.  Oh no what am I to do?  Cindy wrapped
her little arms around Mrs.  P's leg.  What is wrong?
   Mrs.  P sound even more sad and said.  Miss lamb can't come over for
dinner and I have nothing to serve my dinner guest tonight.  That is so sad
Jenny said as she wrapped her little arms around Mrs.  P's other leg.
   Mrs.  P continued.  If only I have a chicken and a piggy to help me I
could make a delicious dinner.  Just then Cindy chirped up' I'm a chicken!
Jenny also squealed in delight that she was a piggy.
   Oh my that is right.  You two can help me make a delicious dinner.  The
girls were happy again especially that they had made Mrs.  P happy too.
   Lets get you two ready then.  We need to wash chicken and piggy before
for dinner.  Mr.  P loved the way his wife handled the meat.
   Less stress on the meat means a tastier meat.  Mrs.  P used the playful
mind control to draw the naked children into the wash room adjacent the
kitchen.
   The tile room was fairly large with a wide shower stall towards the
back. A harness hung from the ceiling at its center of that shower with a
drain on the floor below it.  A dozen faucets surrounded the harness able
to shoot water from any angles.
   I think miss piggy really wants to go for a water ride!  Jenny got
excited' it looked like a fun swing of some sort and she really wanted to
ride it.  Mr.  P helped the little piggy up, twisting and shifting her
until it cradled her.
   Little straps wrapped around her ankles, knees, wrist, and elbows. 
leaving Jenny arms and legs bound and open for the next phase.  She
playfully twist and shifted her weight as Mr.  P gave her a little pat on
her trussed up butt.  He gave jenny a spin letting her squeal for joy as
she spun.  Cindy was also getting excite and couldn't wait for her turn.
   Mrs.  P ready a couple of buckets below Jenny.  One was empty while the
other was filled with a foamy liquid and sponge brush.  She had already put
on a wet overcoat and gloves.
   Jenny rotation has slowed until Mr.  P spun her again keeping her busy
as Mrs.  P attached a large red enema bag to a hook in the ceiling.  It had
a feeder hose with a drain hose made for quick cleaning.
   Jenny's head was still spinning as Mrs.  P stop her twirling.  She was
placing a shower cap on jenny's head.  Do it again!  Jenny squealed.
   You can spin after I wash you.  You are such a dirty little piggy.  She
smile as she placed goggles over Jenny's eyes which covered her eyebrows as
well.
   The foam contain a hair removal additive to remove all of Jenny's peach
fuzz.  Jenny giggled as Mrs.  P slopped on the foam with the sponge brush.
It tingle's squealed Jenny enjoying the feel as the brush coated her body.
She especially liked it as it was brushed between her legs.  Jenny looked
like she was having all the fun.
   This did not go unnoticed by Cindy.
   Mr.  P helped with that.  Kneeling behind Cindy sporting a raging hard
on.  He undressed and pulled Cindy to him.  Even though she felt his hard
thingy against her back and his finger rubbing her pussy, her eyes were
fixed on Jenny as Mrs.  P inserted the end of a round bulb hose into
jenny's butt hole.
   Jenny's butt hole gave little resistance to the well lubed invader. 
Jenny was in la'la' land.  Another ingredient in the foam was the special
additive used in the fizzy pop.  Jenny's body trembled with pleasure.  Mrs.
P made sure she had inserted plenty of foam in and on her little pussy as
well.
   Mrs.  P step back and admired her work.  Jenny was all trussed up
covered with foam.  A red hose hanging from an enema bag lodged in her ass.
The piggy moaned enjoying the moment.
   Mrs.  P removed the clamp allowing the liquid to fill her bottom.  Jenny
thrust upward and twisted in he binds surprised as the wet liquid filled
her.  It also tingled like the foam and of course it also contained the
secret formula.
   Her belly swelled to the max triggering a valve in the second hose to
release the fluid.  Brown muck shot into the bucket causing quite a stink
in the room.
   That all changed as Mrs.  P turned on the shower-heads bombarding
Jenny's body from all angles.  The enema bag continued the process a few
more times as the jet-spray pinked her skin.
   By this time Mr.  P was laying on his back pretending to be a nest. 
Cindy was in a daze watching Jenny's washing as he gave her clitty plenty
of attention.  Licking away as she perched on his face.  Clucking with joy
from the attention her eggy hole was receiving.
   Mrs.  P looked over at her little chicken and her husband and smiled. 
He is such a horny rascal.  She shut off the shower and examined her little
piggy.  She was out like a light.  Totally spent at the moment.
   The enema fluid was draining clear so she pulled the hose from jenny's
asshole.  Squeaky clean inside and out.  Jenny skin was pink and hairless
and gave off a beautiful shine.
   Mrs.  P grabbed a towel then unleashed Jenny from the harness.  She
wrapped her in the fluffy towel then cuddled her.  Still asleep she was
just the cutest piggy in a blanket.  Cindy let out a loud cluck as she
shuttered on Mr.  P's face.  Obviously she had learned a new trick' how to
orgasm!  Time for your washing little bird said Mrs.  P.
   Cindy tried to stand up yet weak in the knees and almost fell over until
Mr.  P caught her.  Lets fly to the swing he said as he swooped her up in
the air and unto the harness.  Cindy was excited' Cluck' cluck' I want to
spin too!  Let me strap you in first so you don't fall out.
   Mr.  P bound Cindy into the harness much like Jenny and as promised he
spun her.  He walk over to his wife and gave her a kiss.  She does taste
yummy.  She said after tasting Cindy's cum on his lips.
   She handed him the piggy bundle and ask if he could take her to the
kitchen and examine her anal cavity to make sure it was truly clean.  She
had to clean up Cindy who was just now slowing down and dizzy.  Mrs.  P
changed out the bucket as Mr.  P left with Jenny.
   Mrs.  P ran her finger nails over Cindy's body.  How is my little
chicken feeling?  She asked seeing her dancing under her fingertips.  I
like this feeling she chirped.  That is how all chicken dinners should
feel. Mrs.  P mused.
   She popped on a shower cap and goggles and Cindy was thrilled as to what
came next.  The foamy suds and sponge.  Just like her friend she was
feeling the tingling and when the foam hit her ravaged swollen clitty' she
exploded.
   She just came on the spot' much to Mrs.  P's delight.  She will spend
extra attention to her clitty throughout the entire process!  The washing
process continues as it did with Jenny, she twisted and squirmed as the
jets spray darted her body from every angle.
   The enema did its trick also' filling and releasing until she was clean
and like her friend she also passed out in sexual exhaustion.  It didn't
stop Mrs.  P from tasting her pussy and shoving a couple of finger up
Cindy's ass to determine a successful cleaning.
   Part 2
   Mr.  P had his own way of checking for cleanliness which became evident
when Mrs.  P entered the kitchen.  She was squealing like a stuck piggy. 
It made sense seeing her bouncing up and down on Mr.  P's lap.
   His raging hard on was in her ass and he held her little waist' lifting
then dropping her down to the hilt.  That is when she would squeal the
loudest.  Mrs.P stood in front of them for them moment.  She could see a
little blood on his penis yet no poop.  It was a good sign.
   What do we have here?
   Mrs.  P gave a fake surprised look when she asked the question.  Jenny
tried to talk in between squeals.  The big bad wolf is mad at me' squeal'
because I took his straw to build my house.  squeal' he said I'm being
punished and have to be porked' squeal!
   That was it; the big bad wolf shot his load, dousing her inner with cum.
Fully satisfied he just lean back in his chair as Mrs.  P lift Jenny off
him.  She must of cum as well with her pussy was dripping wet yet more cum
dripped from her battered asshole.  She hugged her and padded her sore pink
bottom.  Poor little piggy let me get something for your sore hinny.
   The big bad wolf can't hurt you no more.  Jenny gave the big bad wolf a
mean piggy face and stuck her tongue out at him.  He lean back and smiled,
knowing he was going to eat her tongue tonight.
   Mr.  P was still naked with his penis semi limp and bloody.  Where is
our little chicken?  He asked ready for some more food prep benefits. 
She's sleeping where I left her.
   If you like you can check on her and keep her entertained until I'm
ready for her.  That was what he wanted to hear.  After all his wife was
the real chef.  He snagged another bottle of Fizzy Pop in case she need
another mind suggesting booster.
   Mrs.  P placed little Jenny on top of the island prep table.  She was on
her belly until Mrs.  P instructed Jenny to lift her ass up high.  She felt
relief as Mrs.  P apply a cream to eased the pain from the big bad wolfs
anal assault.  Jenny lay her face in the folds of her arms and smiled as
Mrs.  P played with her little clit.  She rubbed where piggy tingled the
most.
   Just squeal when it feels good.  Mrs.  P cooed pulling out a butterfly
clamp with a power cord, from the island draw.  she also pulled various
sized rings and a clamping device from the draw.
   Jenny had dozed asleep yet once Mrs.  P attached the butterfly clamp to
her clit she squealed in delight.  She stir awake when it was plunged in
and the clamp came to life.  Jenny squeal loudly and sway her pink ass from
side to side.
   Mrs.  P loaded a four inch diameter ring onto the clamping device.
   It looked more like a split dildo with a crank at the back end.  She
inserted the dildo into Jenny's ass.  She actually squealed in delight. 
Obviously the cream medicine or butterfly vibrator was doing its job, maybe
both.
   She inserted even further until the anal ring pressed against her
cheeks. Mrs.  P began cranking the bottom knob which caused the dildo
device to spread, stretching Jenny's asshole to receive the clamp.  With
little more then a popping sound' it was done.
   She removed the dildo device leaving the metal ring securely into her
stuffing hole.  She inspected her work, the clamp keeping her anus open
which will help stuffing the piglet tremendously.  For now there was one
more process for little miss piggy before she can be stuffed and roasted.
   Mr.  P was really enjoying himself as Cindy showed off her cock sucking
skills.  She was gobbling on his cock hard, even trying to swallow it
whole. He had suggest that she was starving and she needed to eat to feel
full again.  He offered her a big fat worm that she could suck the juices
out.
   After a second bottle of Fizzy Pop she was all his.  She had her hands
to her armpits' flapping her elbows like a chicken.  Mr.  P's laid on the
bench with his penis straight up and playing the worm.  Cindy was all about
devouring it.
   Mrs.  P reentered the shower room to such a sight.  Her husband was a
total pervert and that was one of his best qualities.
   He could also cruelly devious noticing the empty Pop bottle embedded in
Cindy's little chicken ass.  He likes to be creative when it came to cavity
capacity training.  Cindy still didn't seem to mind it as her stretched
mouth devoured his raging hard on
   Mr.  P worm was slobbery wet and close to erupting.
   His face said it all' as he smiled up at his wife.  This would be a good
opportunity to use the clamping device in her hand.  Mrs.  P fiddled with
the bottle in her ass.
   She pulled the bottle from Cindy's ass then insert the dildo device and
with little effort had her anus clamped wide open.  Cindy hardly notice,
she was too occupied with the fat juicy worm.
   Mrs.  P held tight to her little chicken when her husband face turned
red.  He grabbed Cindy's head and he shot!  Cindy was still sucking,
drinking and swallowing as much as she could' some shot out her nostrils.
She choked a bit yet still managed to swallow most.  She was really proud
of herself and her belly felt full like Mr.  P said it would.  She had suck
that worm dry.
   Cindy finally realized Mrs.  P was in the room and she was now wearing a
chefs outfit.  Mrs.  P' you look beautiful.  Cindy said licking her
fingers. Thank you miss chicken' you can called me momma chef.
   Now that your tummy is filled It is time to finish getting you ready for
dinner.  Guest are arriving tonight for and you my little chicken have
another fun ride in the kitchen.  Now let Mr.  P fly you to the kitchen.
   Mr.  P seemed exhausted yet still capable of swooping up miss chicken
when momma chef asked.  They enter the kitchen where Cindy sees Jenny
submerged from the neck down in some kind of metal tub machine.
   It was humming and splashing and Jenny looked like she was having lots
of fun.  I want to go into the tub.  Chirped Cindy seeing how much fun her
piggy friend was having.
   Jenny eyes was glazed over, she was smiling and snorting like a piggy as
instructed if it felt good.  What Cindy could not see how Jenny was bound
tightly in the tub.  Metal bands held her knees bent to her chest with her
arms tucked between her legs.  Her pussy was mounted on a long medal rod,
It was hard and unyielding keeping her pinned in the middle of the tub.
   Her body pivot upon a vibrating rod at the center of the tub with only
the stabilizer collar around her neck keeping her from getting fully
impaled.  Jacuzzi like jets churned the salt and herbal water all about
Jenny squirming body.  The salt was also abrasive as it dashed about her
body allowing the sea salt and herbs to marinade deep into her pink skin.
   Sorry miss chicken' momma chef has another ride for you.  Mr.  P lay
Cindy on the prep table.  Cindy pouted' Don't be sad Momma chef has
something special for tasty little chickens.
   Little chickens get to play in the buttery butterball machine ride. 
Buttery butterball machine?  Cindy's eye grew wide and it sound like fun.
First we must truss you up like a good little chicken.  Cindy smiled as did
Mr.  P as he pulled out some wire bindings from the island draw.
   It didn't take long for Mr.  P to have Cindy trussed up like a roasting
chicken.  Her arms were bound and pinned to her side, her legs ran up to
her shoulder and her ankles were bound together.  This caused her ass to
rise up giving prefect access to her stuffing holes.
   I can't move my wings Cindy fussed as Momma chef twirled her blond hair
and wrapped it in a bun.  She pinch her cheek and said these bindings will
keep you safe in the battery butterball ride.  Cindy smiled not minding the
binds since it will keep her safe.  Mrs.  P rubbed her little clitty again.
Time for your ride little miss butterball.  Cindy clucked then smiled.
   Momma chef open the glass door to an odd looking machine.  She asked her
husband to load the meat into the machine.  He lift Cindy by her ankles and
attacked her ankle binds to a meat hook at the ceiling of the box.  Cindy
hung there like a piece of meat which was its intentions.
   Inside the box were vacuum hoses and another hoses.  The vacuum ones
were placed on her nipples causing them to suck them up the tubing a bit.
The other was sucked unto her sensitive clit causing Cindy to go wild
again. Another tube with a bumpy dildo end was inserted into her tight
little pussy.
   Another hose was fatter and Cindy was told to open her mouth.  As she
open up the hose with a gag-ball plug went into her mouth.  A thin strap on
the hose wrapped around the back of her neck then re-attach to the gag-ball
firmly holding it secure.
   This was going to help her breath throughout the buttering process. 
Cindy felt a little weird and uncomfortable hanging like this.  She looked
concerned when the door closed and the machine was turned on.
   Mr.  P and Momma chef watched through the glass door as the machine came
alive with activity.  The vacuum hoses started sucking like it was milking
her teats and clit.  It suck, release, suck, release.  The dildo hose up
her vagina began to vibrate as well sending Cindy wildly to the edge.
   Then came the butter.  Butter everywhere as hundreds of tiny ports along
the inner walls shot warm melted butter everywhere' spraying and soaking
her entire body.
   Cindy's body twist wildly as she hung inside for a good butter basting.
Even the dildo in her pussy was squirting warm silky butter into her little
womb.  She had her eyes shut tight as the butter basting intensified.
   It felt like being an oven as it spray layer after layer of melted
butter.  She would soon find out that a real oven is much, much hotter.
   Momma chef kissed Mr.  P on the cheek' she loved these moment when they
shared a common interest.  She could fuck him right here and now yet there
was work to be done.  Cindy would need thirty minutes in the butterball
machine.  Plenty of time to make the butter cookie stuffing.
   Jenny was still bobbing about in the salt curing machine.  Not really
noticing the big bad wolf adding another bag of sea salt to the tub.  She
was riding another sexual wave.  Momma chef played a moment with her
pigtails considering what type of stuffing would go nice with her little
piggy.
   Hmmm' how does an apple, cranberry, cornbread stuffing sound to you. 
She asked Jenny not really expecting an answer.  It will go splendidly with
your sweet honey glazing topped with sliced pineapple.
   Miss piggy also need thirty minutes longer to soak and marinade.  Plenty
of time to get her stuffing done as well.  It was noon as momma chef took a
quick peak at Cindy in the butterball machine.  Still twisting and turning
as she buttered up deliciously.  The machine buzzed and the buttering stop.
It drained the excess butter from the collecting tray.
   Cindy's body seemed relax as the suction hoses and vibrating penis tube
also slowed its activities.  Once the butter was completely drained
additional portholes shot white powder all over her.  She was dusted with
flour which quickly stuck to her buttery body.
   A vacuum cleared the chamber of remaining flour dust before cycling back
to buttering mode.  Cindy went wild again as the machine once more came
alive; sexually assaulted her as it spray even warmer butter.  The
butter/flour cycle was set to four, leaving two more cycles before she
would be ready to stuff.
   Momma chef let the girls process in there various machines as she step
to the island counter.  Time to make the stuffing.  Mr.  P had already
pulled out most of the ingredients and was busy opening up the butter
cookie boxes.
   Momma chef was very proficient in the kitchen.  She was doing a dozen
things at a time, dicing, mixing, chopping, blending, humming!  Mr.  P
could hardly keep up at times yet it was well worth it.  Especially when it
comes to helping prepare the meat.
   Part 3
   Mr.  P wiped his sweaty head with a kitchen rag.  Momma chef didn't
sweat at all she just glowed' both stuffing mixes were done accompanied
with glazes, herbs, fruit and assorted vegetables.  She checked on little
miss chicken hanging in the butterball machine.
   The timer shown five minutes remain; her trembling body was cover with
three layers of flour by now and again being spray with hot butter. 
Considerably hotter butter as the thermometer reading showed.
   Momma chef moved over to little miss piggy.  She was sleeping with a
smile, probably dreaming about being a stuck pig.  She turned off the
curing machine causing Jenny to briefly pout in her sleep.  Mr.  P lift her
off the dick stick as he like to call it and held her in the air as Momma
chef lightly pat dry her body.  Her skin was really pink all over, truly
fitting of a piglet.
   The roasting pan was unique as it was design for cooking children and
more importantly it was especially design to cook live children.  It was
large enough for a medium size child and had a built-in rack with thin
metal straps used for binding a live child to it.  Jenny was still bound
like a tucked up piglet as he place her in the roasting pan on its rack.
   The rack curved higher at one end which made Jenny's pink ass rise
higher.  She was on her knees and shoulders as he strap her in.  Each
section of straps contorting her body to ride its curve.  By the time she
was fully strapped in she look like a racing cyclist ready to go.
   Momma chef was holding a catheter syringe in her hand for a very
important task.  She stuck it into Jenny's pee-hole, pushing deep before
pulling its plunger.  Jenny's urine was collected for a good reason.
   It contained hormones released during Jenny's sexual ordeal.  It also
contain pheromones, estrogen, all of which are essential ingredient for her
family's secret (mind control) formula.  Jenny fussed a little in her sleep
then seem to relax when her bladder emptied.
   The butterball machine buzzed, it finished it's last cycle ending with a
final flouring.  Mr.  P open the door to see tonight's chicken dinner fully
buttered and floured.  She also was asleep' fully exhausted from her
sexually buttering.
   She did respond a little as he removed the suction tubes from her
nipples and clit.  They were swollen and quite pink and raw.  Clearly
visible in contrast to her white flour coated body.
   Mr.  P placed a cart with a roasting pan next to the machine and pulled
her from it, he set her in the roasting pan.  It was the same type of
modified roasting pan as Jenny's.  yet unlike Jenny whom was placed on all
fours; Cindy lay on her back with her head at the low end and her ass
riding up the higher curve end of the rack.  She was strapped in trussed as
she was, ready for a good stuffing by Momma chef.
   He wheeled the cart to the prep Island where Momma chef playfully
brushed Jenny's body with honey.  Jenny was now a wake and really enjoying
her glazing.  She was chattering up a storm about how much fun she was
having.  This was the best day ever yet she didn't much like being tied up
so tight.
   I can't move momma chef, Jenny fussed until momma chef started brushing
her pussy with the honey brush.  Don't be silly miss piggy you wouldn't
want to fall off during the happy oven ride?  Momma chef purred dipping the
brush for more honey then coated her ass-cheeks.
   Jenny squealed when she seen her friend.  She also giggled seeing how
white she look.  Jenny started talking to her about the fun oven ride they
were about to go in yet Cindy didn't reply.  Jenny gave the big bad wolf a
mean look as he slid Cindy onto the island prep table.  Momma chef' the big
bad wolf killed miss chicken she said hoping to get the big bad wolf in big
trouble.
   Don't be silly' the big bad wolf didn't kill miss chicken' she just
sleeping from all the fun she had in the butter ride machine.  See' she is
snoring away, momma chef said playfully dab honey on her freckled little
nose.
   Jenny remember her own ride and how she had fallen asleep She still
stuck her tongue out at the big bad wolf.  You're a bad wolf for porking
me. She said as he came near her.  Maybe I should have taken a big bite out
of your piggy butt for punishment?  He said smiling back at her.
   Now, now you two' momma chef interrupted.  Mr.  big bad wolf you should
say you are sorry for porking her so hard today.  I am sure she didn't mean
to take all your straw' she just need to build her house.
   Momma chef continued as she lifted Jenny's head to brush honey on her
throat and neck' and you miss piggy you should say you are sorry for taking
all his straw.  Mr.  P played along with the game.  Okay I'm sorry for
hurting you even though you had it coming to you.
   Now it is your turn' momma chef said as she glazed her freckled
shoulders.  Jenny hesitated.  Come on miss piggy you can't go in the fun
oven ride until you do.  Okay' I'm sorry for taking your stupid straw!
   You see momma chef will make it better.  Now to show that you are really
sorry you should invite the big bad wolf to dinner tonight.  It will make
up for your stealing.  Jenny didn't want to invite him yet she really
wanted to go in the fun oven ride.  This left her little choice but to
invite the meanie.
   Momma chef brushed honey across her forehead, ears and cheeks.  She used
the brush tip to lift Jenny's chin.  Is there anything else you would like
to say?  Yeah, the big bad wolf can come to dinner tonight.
   The big bad wolf loved these little games' Thank you miss piggy I look
forward to dinner tonight.  I'm very proud of you miss piggy.  Now open
your mouth and stick out your tongue.  Jenny did as instructed and taste
gooey sweetness as Momma chef brushed her tongue with honey.
   Most of Jenny's body had been glazed with honey, a suckling piglet
sticky wet and ready to stuff.  With two to stuff momma chef asked the big
bad wolf if he wouldn't mind stuffing the piglet since she need to get miss
chicken stuffed.  By the look on Jenny's face she wasn't happy with the
idea of being stuffed by him.  He of course was delighted and excited about
man handling her once more.
   Mr.  P aka the big bad wolf turned Jenny's roasting pan around so he
could have a good look at her clamped open asshole.  She didn't like him
touching her as he was yet couldn't move an inch being double bound to the
roasting rack.  At best she could do was tighten up which she did when he
squeezed her ass-cheeks and rubbed her pussy then she felt something plop
into her up turned butt.
   Mr.  P just plopped a spoon full of apple cornbread stuffing into
Jenny's asshole.  She wasn't sure if she like the feeling or not yet she
endured it since knew she had to be stuffed before she could go in the
happy oven ride.
   Momma chef was using the syringe on Cindy to empty her bladder.  She
drained her bladder of every precious drop.  The urine collected today
would be used to make more fizzy pop for persuading future meals.  Cindy
moaned, she was obviously stirring awake.  Otherwise she just lay trussed
up and helpless and open for a good stuffing.
   Momma chef scooped up a healthy helping of butter cookie stuffing then
plopped it into Cindy's cavity.  It slid down easily with all the butter in
her colon.  Cindy moaned again turning her head yet that was it.  Momma
chef continued to stuff her sleeping bird using her fingers to push some
over spill back into the anus.
   Mr.  P was joyfully stuffing his piglet yet Jenny was wide awake and
fussing.  Crying with lots of oinking and complaining.  When it started
getting real painful she squealed to momma chef.  The big bad wolf is
hurting me again.
   He was using a packing rod to force some of the corn bread stuffing
deeper into her bowels.  Mr.  Wolf are you hurting miss piggy again?  Momma
chef asked pretending to be supported of Jenny's cries.
   I'm trying to be nice but I have more stuffing to get in.  Mr.  P lift
the stuffing bowl.  It still had quite few scoops left.  Make him stop! 
Jenny squealed as she felt more stuffing being plopped in.  Please hold on
Mr.  big bad wolf, momma chef asked sweetly.
   I have something that will make your job easier and help miss piggy
since she needs to be stuffed before she goes in the happy oven ride.
   Here you go miss piggy, she lift an apple to Jenny mouth.  If you put
this magic apple in your mouth it will make it all better.  Jenny open wide
as momma chef smiled down at her then forced the apple in her mouth causing
Jenny eyes to widen.
   It was larger then she realized and it forced her little mouth to
stretch wider then ever before.  It was now wedged in really good allowing
only muffled whines to escape.
   The stuffing process continued with the big bad wolf and he was not
going any easier on her stuffing hole.  He doubled his efforts to poke and
stuffed her.  Jenny eyes crossed and whine each time he push the rod deep.
   Momma chef pretended not to hear Jenny's muffled cried as she continued
to stuff her bird.  Cindy began to wake, giving a little yawn and a smile.
She seem to have trouble opening her eyelids.  The butter and flouring has
caked over her lids keeping them sealed.  She felt something plop into her
hinny.
   With her ass tilt upward gravity let the gooey stuffing slide down her
rectum.  That feels funny Cindy giggled as another scoop was dropped in. 
Its yummy butter cookie stuffing made a specially for you.  Momma chef said
adding yet another.  You are becoming such a delicious little butterball.
Cindy smiled and felt a little dizzy.
   Mr.  P had finished stuffing little miss piggy and she was fine with
that.  She felt bloated and felt like she had to poop.  Mr.  P would
prevent that by dipping a whole fat potato in honey it had a thermometer
skewed through it which was ready to plug up any loose ends' namely Jenny's
butt-hole.
   He removed the ring clamp from her battered anus and replaced it with
the potato.  Jenny muttered loudly and her eyes went crossed again as he
forced it into her asshole until the dial head of the cooking thermometer
was planted firmly between her cheeks.
   Jenny was really hating the big bad wolf and wish she could tell him he
was no longer invited to dinner.  Yet the apple wedged in her mouth
prevented it.  She calm down a little as she watched momma chef insert a
potato with a thermometer into her chicken friends bottom.  She realized it
must of been what the big bad wolf put in her butt.
   Cindy felt something hard pushed into her butt.  She cried as she was
potato butt plugged.  Sorry my little hen, I just had to finish your
stuffing.  We wouldn't want any to seep out in the happy oven ride.
   Oven ride?  Cindy asked.  Yes' you and your piggy friend are about to go
into the oven for a fun roasting ride then you two can get to go to the
dinner table!
   Cindy remember she was helping momma chef with dinner.  With all the fun
rides she had experienced she had forgot about dinner.  That's right, you
two are helping me with dinner for our guest.  Momma chef said rubbing her
clitty.  Cindy smiled.
   Jenny also smile as best she could with the apple in her mouth.  Hearing
that they were almost ready for the happy oven ride.
   She could feel the big bad wolf laying something along her back, from
her shoulders to her butt cheeks.  He was adding a double row of sliced
pineapple adorning her sweet body from shoulder to ass.
   The slices stuck nicely into the gooey honey yet to prevent shifting
during the roasting process he stuck little steel toothpicks with cherries
on top through the ring slices and into her skin.  Jenny jerked each time
the cherry pins were inserted.  Again she was hating the big bad wolf.
   Cindy head was feeling dizzy again.  Momma chef my head is spinning! 
She said as she felt strangely.  It's okay miss chicken it is just the
fizzy pop wearing off, it will go away in a minute.
   Momma chef also knew what it meant.  Cindy will start realizing that
being trussed, stuffed and ready for the oven isn't a good thing.  She
dipped a corncob into a bowl of butter.  Here you go my little bird open
your beak wide.  Cindy blindly open wide thinking momma chef was going to
feed her something.
   She tasted the buttery corncob as it entered her mouth.  It tasted good
yet now it filled her mouth so she could talk.  Cindy's tongue danced
around the cob in her mouth.  Then came a pinching pain in her right cheek,
followed by another prick into her left check.
   Jenny was wide eyed as she watch Cindy get two skewers pushed through
her cheeks and into the corncob.  Not realizing they were meant to keep the
cob in place.
   Jenny could see the big bad wolf again.  She give him another mean face.
He smiled showing her a bowl of baby carrots.  He settled behind her view
once more.  She didn't have to wonder long what he was going to do with
them as he started inserting them into her pussy.
   One after another he filled her; his fingers felt good to her so she
didn't mind so much.  Still she wish she could tell him that she was bored
with all this busy work and wanted to go in the happy oven ride.
   Cindy on the other hand was starting to wonder why she allowed Mrs.  P
to do all these weird things to her.  She remembered it clearly but could
not understand why she seem to want to do it.  Did she agree to become
dinner?  She tried to open her eyelids with greater effort yet failed.  She
tried to dislodge the corncob and found it wouldn't come out her mouth.
   She wanted to tell Mrs.  P that she didn't want to be cooked.  That this
was all a mistake.  all that Cindy could do was move was her head, fingers
and toes.  That was until Momma chef strap her head down holding it in
place.
   All she could do now was mutter muffled cries and move her fingers and
toes.  Which she did frantically.
   Momma chef add a few finishing touches to Cindy's body.  First she used
another buttery corncob; this time for her pussy.  It was longer then the
corncob gag in her mouth making her body shake as it filled her pussy
nicely.
   After being fully inserted Momma chef used cooking thread was to stitch
her pussy lips together causing Cindy to mutter scream around the gag
corncob.
   Momma chef finished her off by sprinkling her body with paprika and
other spices.  Cindy felt a warm brush over her eyelids, which seem to
soften her flour sealed lids.  It was warm butter and after a few coats of
unsalted butter she was able to peal her eyes open.
   Cindy whimpered at the frightening sight, she could clearly see her
situation.  She was trussed up in a roasting pan.  Mrs.  P was wearing a
dashing chefs uniform playfully brushing butter on her tiny puffed up
titties and her classmate Jenny looked like an excited roasting piglet
ready to cook.  Cindy could see the large ovens she remembered so well. 
More menacing looking now as she realized she was going into one.
   I think it's time to get these puppies in the oven.  Mr.  P said after
checking his watch.  He shoved a big fat carrot into Jenny's stuffed pussy.
Giving her the finishing touch.  This should help hold the baby carrots in
and maybe help Jenny have a veggie fuck while she roast!  He thought
devilishly.
   Momma chef brushed butter on Cindy's stitched pussy lips and swollen
clitty then agreed it was time.
   Jenny seem real eager to get in the oven so she would go in first.  She
got excited when the big bad wolf open the oven door.  Even more so when
they lifted her in her roasting pan and carried her to the oven.
   They slid her in head first leaving her ass and thermometer facing the
oven opening before closing the oven door.  Inside was like a shiny mirror
box and Jenny could see her reflection, she looked just like the roasting
pig she had seen on the internet.
   She could also see momma chef and the big bad wolf reflection looking
through the glass window of the oven door.  They both had big smiles on
their faces.
   It didn't seem like much of a ride to Jenny.  She really like all the
fun she had in the whirly water machine.  All this oven did was make a
clicking sound and start to get warm.
   Maybe it had to warm up first.  She wished she would have asked how this
ride worked.  Jenny started to feel sweat dripping from her forehead then
felt a little dizzy.
   Momma chef had set the temperature to low, she wanted her little piggy
to get use to the heat before raising it by increments.  That is going to
be one sweet piece of meat.
   Mr.  P said still looking in on Jenny, she was wiggling her sticky honey
toes.  Are you glad we decided to include her in tonight's dinner. 
Absolutely my dear' he said licking his lips.
   Now for our prized bird.  Mrs.  P said looking down at a very frightened
dinner.  Thank you for the delicious butter cookies, they made a wonderful
stuffing mix and thank you for providing your yummy meat.  Our guest will
be delighted to eat your delicious body.
   Cindy muttered cries, trying to tell Mrs.  P that she didn't want to be
cooked for dinner.  Of course we can get you cooking.  Mrs.  P smiled down
on her little hen.  Cindy was fearful that Mrs.  P didn't understand that
she didn't want to be dinner.  She muttered more trying to talk.  Of course
you will taste delicious, after all I am a world class chef.  Mrs.  P
teased responding to her cries.
   Mr.  P open the oven door next to Jenny's oven.  Cindy fussed as much as
she could yet nothing was helping, they lift her up and carried her to her
new home.  Like Jenny she was slid in.  Yet her head was towards the
opening.  Don't you fret my little chicken we will pull you out for basting
from time to time.  Cindy moaned as the door was shut.
   She could see their hungry faces looking into the door window.  Mrs.  P
reached up on the outside of the oven and turned a knob' then came the
clicking sounds.  She had turned on the oven and Cindy could feel it warm
up.
   Both Mr.  and Mrs.  P went back and forth for the first ten minutes
watching the precious roasters squirm and wiggle as the oven heat smothered
their little bodies.  The ovens circulate the heat inside to assure even
cooking, wave after wave of radiant air caressed their naked skin.  It was
a sight that Mrs.  P relished most about cooking children.
   Part 4
   Mr.  P had stuff to do' one priority was removing evidence as to clean
up their tracks.  He disassembled Jenny's bike and Cindy's wagon. .  He
also had to take a visit to the babysitter to make sure she had in deed
overdosed on drugs to tie up any lose ends.
   Mrs.  P had the chefs privilege of looking after the roasters.  Thirty
minutes had past and it was time to check in on the meat.  She open Jenny's
oven first since she went in first.  Jenny was in a panic.  She had realize
for the last twenty minutes that she wasn't really a piggy.  She was a
little girl, even though her reflection suggested otherwise.  Jenny just
wanted out the oven and thought she got her wish when Mrs.  P was pulled
her from the hot oven.
   It must of been a big joke.  Nobody really cooks and eats children. 
This must of been a funny trick her friend Cindy was playing on her.  She
was being pulled out of the oven to be set free.  Jenny was slid out on a
rack just outside the mouth of the oven.  Mrs.  P wasn't setting her free
she was brushing more wet honey on her.  Jenny tried to mumble for her
release.  She wanted to tell Mrs.  P that she wasn't really a piggy and she
didn't want to be dinner.
   Momma chef brushed honey on her ass-cheeks humming to a song in her
head. You are looking so delicious my little hamlet.  Jenny moaned' as the
cool honey was brush on her.  It felt good on her hot skin.  Still she
couldn't believe that she was being cooked for dinner and worst of all she
had let it happen .  Jenny's hair and pigtails were treated, Wouldn't want
your hair to burn!  Mrs.  P mused as she applied the gel.  Especially since
she would be raising the temperature.  All better now!  Mrs.  P said before
sliding a very upset Jenny back into the hot oven.  Sorry this is a one way
trip to the dinner table.
   Jenny was back in the oven and in a panic.  The heat once again
surrounding her' licking at her flesh.  She could see Mrs.  P from the
reflection reaching above and the oven began clicking again.  The speed of
the air flow seem to move faster as well and it seem like it was getting
really hot.
   Mrs.  P had set the oven temperature to medium for a deeper roasting. 
It should start to cook the piggy more earnestly.  Now for her chicken
dinner.  She stepped over to pull Cindy.  She was crying when she was
pulled.  Which was understandable after all she was cooking in an oven.
   Cindy was begging with her eyes to be released.  Yet Mrs.  P wouldn't
think of letting such a delicious little bird free.  She had guest to feed.
Roasting and serving little Cindy would be a part of that.
   Mrs.  P had a spray bottle full of warm butter and herbs which she
squirted over Cindy's body.  It wet the flour which caked most of her body.
Cindy didn't find any relief being sprayed with warm butter on her already
hot body.  At least she was out of the oven.
   You know you are not the first child I have roasted!  Mrs.  P said while
spraying her clitty.  Rest assure I will bring out all of your flavor.  She
said it as if Cindy might be concerned with her taste.  Cindy couldn't
believe that people ate people even though she remember fairy tales like
Hansel and Gretel.  Yet even fairy tales had happy endings.
   Now close your eyes I wouldn't want to get butter in your eyes.  Cindy
closed her eyes, what choice did she have.  Finished with squirting her
down her face she danced her finger around Cindy's swollen clitty then
liked her finger for a taste.  Mmmm your chicken filet is going to be
delicious.
   She covered it with a sheet of foil to prevent it from burning.  After
all it is a very delicate part of the meat.  There you go sweet lips all
nice and protected.  She pinched the foil to contour her sweet clit.  Cindy
moan' it must have felt good having her clitty foil wrap.
   Mrs.  P did the same thing to her puffy nipples.  The suction cups had
done a number of her little titties.  Leaving them swollen and ripe.  She
crunched foil around them making them look like chocolate kisses wrapping.
They will most likely swell some more during the cooking process.
   Once Mrs.  P finished wrapping, she slid her back into the oven.  Her
muffled cries were silenced when the oven door closed.  Mrs.  P raised the
temperature to medium for a deeper more robust roasting experience.
   Mrs.  P set the timer for thirty minutes.  Plenty of time for the oven
girls to get their roast on and for her to clean the mess in the kitchen.
She'll pull them out for another round of basting.
   Mr.  P had been to Cindy's home posing as a meter-reader.  After a brief
search he found the babysitter in the backyard.  She had overdosed in the
pool and now laid dead at the bottom.  Problem solved' the thought to
himself as he cleaned his tracks then made his way back home.
   He return home and removed his meter-reader cap as Mrs.  P walk into the
living room he greeted her with a kiss.  He was in a good mood which meant
the babysitter problem was solved.  He noticed the smell coming from the
kitchen and it was was wonderful.
   How are our little roasters doing?  Mr.  P asked stepping into the
kitchen.  They have been in the oven for a hour' BUZZZZZZ- the timer went
off...  And due for another basting!  Mrs.  P said with a smiled.  Will you
help me baste our dinner?  He smirked as if she needed to ask.
   Mr.  P slid Jenny rack out and Mrs.  P slid Cindy rack out the oven. 
Both were looking delicious as a piglet and a chick-let' and to Mr.  P's
amusement they still alive and whimpering.
   Mrs.  P waste no time dousing Cindy with more butter.  Cindy reacted a
little differently this time seemingly welcoming the butter spraying.  She
didn't even bother to open her eyes she just moan in delight.  Maybe the
corncob in her stitched pussy was touching just the right spot?  The flour
had browned a bit and baked to her skin assuring to keep her meat juicy and
buttery sweet.
   Mr.  P lean near Jenny's face.  She had baked snot running out her nose
and on to the apple.  Hello little piggy it is me the big bad wolf!  Mr.  P
spoke in her ear to see if she was still responsive.  He had enjoyed
porking Jenny earlier and now enjoyed seeing her as pork.  She raised an
eyebrow and murmured something.  Mr.  P smiled now he could have some more
fun.
   He dipped the honey brush into the bottom of the roasting pan.  It had a
rich mixture of hot honey and salty juices which had dripped from Jenny's
roasting body.  He was reapplying it to her ass.  She squirmed and moaned
with every brush stroke.  He started playing with the carrot in her pussy.
Fucking her with it as he continued to glazed her body.  A creamy syrup
dripped from her pussy obviously baking cum.  She must of somehow fuck
herself with the carrot while she was roasting.  He brushed hot honey on
her pussy lips and Jenny body stiffen then she came again adding an extra
flavor for dinner.
   Mrs.  P lift a two prong fork then poked it into Cindy's thigh.  She
jerked as it effortlessly poked two holes into her meaty thigh.  Juices
seap out mixed with a little blood.  Mrs.  P poked a series of tiny holes
to release some of the cooking pressure and prevent her butterball from
bursting.  Cindy could do nothing but whine and tremble in during the
cooking instrument.
   Mr.  P was poking his piggy with a two prong fork.  Jenny stiffen and
cried into her apple gag.  Jenny mind screamed as he kept poking her with a
meat fork.  She hated the poking yet it was better then being in the oven.
   Of course He could do this all day but she need to cook for a few more
hours if he ever expected to eat her.  His wife was already sliding miss
chicken back into the oven, so his little piggy also needs to finish
roasting.
   Time for miss piggy to go back into the oven, he teased her.  Now be a
good little roast and cook up nice and juicy for the big bad wolf.  He
laugh as he slid her back in.  She knew he wasn't really a a big bad wolf
yet she still hated him.
   With both roasters back in the oven she set the temperature to high. 
Time to really get the roasting process start.  If they last fifteen
minutes she would be surprised.  They would cook for another three hours
with a few basting along the way.  Plenty of time to make side dishes and
set the dining-room table and dress themselves for dinner.  Guest would be
arriving in two hours so there was not time to diddle.
   Part 5
   Two hours later guest were arriving for dinner.  First to arrive was
Aunt B' she had a little Asian girl in tow.  She kept her eyes down and
lead on a leash.  The girl couldn't be any older then the two they had in
the oven.  She was wearing little overcoat on.  Aunt B told her to remove
it which revealed she was totally naked except for the sparkly collar
around her neck.
   Did you bring entertainment?  Mr.  P jest looking down at the sexy
little sweet tart.  I just bought this little thing from a meat dealer? 
Aunt B snared.  She could use some tenderizing before the BBQ next week. 
Fattening her up with a little protein will also do her good.
   Do you smell that little bunny?  Aunt B tug on her leash, she was
referring to the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.  How rude of me?
Mrs.  P spoke.  Would you like to see what is for dinner tonight?
   Right this way Mr.  P gestured towards the kitchen.  Aunt B walked
forward tugging her little bunny behind her.  Walking towards the oven Aunt
B smiled.  You have two ovens going?
   Yes we have a special treat tonight.  Mrs.  P said opening the first
oven and slid out trussed up Cindy from the oven.  She was just turning
golden brown and smelling all so delicious.
   Let me help bunny have a better look.  Mr.  P said swooping a shocked
little girl up in his arms.  She was very quiet and focused at the strange
sight.  It was a roasted chicken that look like a girl or a girl that look
like a chicken.  She even smelt like roasted chicken.
   Aunt B was ecstatic at such a delicious bird.  Mrs.  P open the second
oven and slid out Jenny's pork roasted body from the oven.  More oohs and
ahs from Aunt B; yet her Asian bunny looked numb not able to process what
she was seeing.  It was a piggy girl, all honey up and steaming hot.
   They should be as delicious tasting as they look!  Mrs.  P said proudly.
I have no doubt my dear.  Aunt B was delighted.  All this deliciousness has
gotten me worked up' may I use one of the spare rooms so my bunny can
service me?  Aunt B loved a good pet licking and seeing those two roasted
children in the oven got her hungry and horny.
   Of course you can' Mrs.  P replied.  Honey can you show them to the
guest playroom?  Yes my dear' Mr.  P smiled.  He will be sure to turn on
the video camera.
   Mrs.  P gave the tasty meats another basting.  The thermometer was
showing their internal temperature was cooking nicely as well.  Another
hours and they will be ready to serve.
   The doorbell rang again, more guest have arrived.  Ah Dr.  J and his
lovely trophy wife.  Mr.  P smiled as he joked.  It really wasn't much of a
joke considering she is half the Doctors age.  Yet that is how Dr.  J liked
all his wives.  Yes all of them' at least their heads which hung at his
private hunting lodge as trophies.  Bambi is his fifteenth wife and this
summer she will be his fifteenth trophy head for his wall.
   They were guided to the kitchen to rave over the delicious meat girls.
Dr.  J had convince Bambi to try children meat in the past and she was
hooked.  She was rubbing on her husband and herself.  Obviously cannibalism
and sex have a very strong connection or maybe she was just a raving nymph.
   Any rooms available?  Dr.  J asked noticing his wife's artiness.  Just
the play dungeon in the cellar.  That will do fine.  My wife needs a good
paddling before dinner.  Bambi's eyes grew wide with fear and excitement as
they trotted to the cellar.
   The girls were basted and set back in their perspective ovens, any other
guest can just peak through the oven windows if they chose to see so there
is no further cooking delays.
   More guest arrived' Chairman of the Diner Club and his wife daughter or
daughter wife.  Mr.  P always forgets how it is said.  All he knew was she
was young, sexy, and good at servicing the Chairman, his friends and his
kennel of Great Danes.  He didn't bother going into the kitchen yet still
manage to comment on the delicious aroma in the air.  He also didn't bother
asking for a room; he just took his wife daughter to the living-room
plopped on a lazy-boy chair.  She automatically unzipped his fly and began
sucking his limp dick.
   Canny, Fanny, and Danny arrived last as always, all prominent chefs in
their own right.  Yet relatively unknown to the real world considering the
kind of dishes they are renown for cooking.  They own and run an orphanage
and catering service for years and for the life of him, Mr.  P couldn't
figure out how they have manage to cook so many children in their charge.
Must pay to have a Judge for a daddy.
   No girl or boy is safe when they cook.  Mr.  P had to admit they really
knew how to cook children.  What he didn't much care for was their smug
attitudes yet they were his wive's fellow chef colleagues so he tolerated
them.
   Mr.  P showed them to the living-room where the Chairman was sleeping in
the chair.  His wife daughter still sucking his cock for no other reason
then she was never told to stop.  The chefs sat down on available sofas and
watch the bj show.  Mr.  P took drink requested and made sure the were
settled before venturing down in the cellar.
   Bambi was bent over and tied to a bar waist high.  Her ass was beet red
or more like beating her ass red.  He was fucking her hard, slamming into
her redden cheeks as his dick rammed deep in her pussy.  Mr.  P gave the
ten minute finger gesture.  Dr.  J nodded as Bambi just painfully moaned.
   He venture to the guest play room where he found Aunt B dozing and the
little Asian girl playing with her self.  Having fun?  Mr.  P asked
startling her.  I'm sorry I was thinking about the girls in the oven and I
started feeling tingly inside.  She said looking embarrassed.
   It is quite normal to get excited when little girl cook.  Even more
exciting when they are cooking.  Her almond eyes widen when she realized
that was what got her excited.  Mr.  P knelt down to her.  I think your
Mistress has a nice BBQ for you next week and I think you will love it.
   The bunny smiled at the notion.  Did your girls want to be cooked?  She
asked trembling under his touch.  They were both very excited about being
our dinner.  Speaking of dinner it will be ready real soon so gently wake
up your Mistress so she can ready herself.
   Mr.  P wanted to stay and fuck the shit out of this little Asian girl
yet there was plenty of time for that after dinner.  So with a raging snake
in his trousers he got up and left for the kitchen for the final
preparations.
   It was dinner time and all were sitting at the dining-room table. 
Except for Aunt B's little bunny and the Chairman's wife daughter.  They
were in the kitchen helping Mrs.  P with the serving carts.  Mr.  P had
popped a bottle of wine and poured it for his guest.
   He filled Dr.  J's glass then his trophy wife glass.  Mr.  P smile
seeing that she was still naked and would be dining nude.  She shifted from
side to side in her seat as her ass was still on fire from the dungeon
paddling.  He continued to poured wine to each guest even pouring wine in
glasses for his lovely wife and the two absent helper.
   He poured for Aunt B who nudge her glass for him to fill it to the top.
She was dressed in a Safari outfit equip with a riding crop in her belt. 
She plan to put on a little show after dinner.  One that would most likely
involve her new pet and volunteers.
   The Chairman was holding a conversation with the three chefs.  Weighing
the advantages of sodomizing a child while being live butchered.  It was
something the Chairman would have to see for himself.  The Chairman's
philosophy was simple.  Taste and presentation is what really matters in a
great meal and a chef of high caliber can use whatever method they chose to
achieve it.
   Mrs.  P step into the dining-room and rang a little bell to get the
diner guest attention.  She thanked them all for coming then rand the bell
once more.  It was the signal for bunny to push the rolling cart into the
dining room.  On top the cart was a silver domed platter.
   The little Asian bunny was still naked except for a new collar.  This
collar had three little chains.  Two of which ran down to the nipple rings
her nipples were now sporting.  The center chain ran down her belly and
connected to the ring piercing her clitty.
   All the piercings were fresh leaving Mr.  P to wonder when did Aunt B
have time to do so.  Bunny parked cart next to Mrs.  P then went to her
seat next to Aunt B.  I would like to introduce our main course and all so
delicious "Butterball Surprise".
   She lift the dome revealing a golden brown Cindy perched on the platter
and garnished.  I have taken great pleasure in creating a butter cookie
stuffing that is sure to please your taste palette.  The stuffing was
scooped out and laying in a bowl between her chicken drum sticks.
   After the cheers and raves have died down Mrs.  P continued.  As a
second treat I present you with another!  She rang the bell and the
Chairman's wife daughter entered the dining room pushing another cart.  She
was naked and slender with a nice little set of starter breast.  She pushed
the second cart with a silver dome platter.
   She parked it next to Cindy's cart and sat next to the Chairman.  Mrs. P
lift the dome revealing a deliciously roasted Jenny' she was sporting a new
unbaked apple in her mouth.  Jenny was displayed on all fours surrounded by
a ring of fruits and berries.  This delicious piglet is my rendition of a
"Honey Roasted Ham".
   Mrs.  P took hold of Cindy's cart and Mr.  P pushed Jenny's cart.  They
will circle the table with their carts and allow the guest to choose any
special cuts they prefer.  She started with the Chairman whom looked over
the butterball.
   You have done such a stunning arrangement with this bird, I am always
impressed with your presentations.  He was amazed at how delicious Cindy
was displayed sitting up thanks to a long spike at the center of the
platter.
   She was still trussed up in a roast chicken position.  Skewers keeping
her arms and chicken legs in position.  What impressed the chairman most
was how her lovely lady parts stood out even after roasting.  He especially
noticed Cindy's crispy nipple tips, he loved crispy nipples.
   I'll take some thigh meat and one of those crispy nipples.  My wife
shall have some thigh as well and some wing meat.  Mrs.  P began carving
slices of of Cindy thighs, juices leak everywhere as the blade effortlessly
cut off thick slices.
   Mr.  P and his piggy started with Dr.  J.  whom look over at the Jenny
ham.  He laughed when he noticed they had stuck a fake pigtail to the end
of her backbone above the cheeks.  He knew exactly what he wanted.  I'll
have a juicy ass steak and some pork back as well.
   For you my deer?  Dr.  J asked his lovely trophy wife.  Bambi couldn't
decide, every part of Jenny looked so delicious.  After a barrage of
questions she still couldn't decide.  How would you like to try pigs feet?
Her husband suggested annoyed at her inability to make a simple decision.
   She knew by his tone, he wasn't happy and that she had a punishment
coming tonight.  Her red butt cheeks still hurt as she squirmed in her seat
once more.  Fine' I'll have a pigs foot.
   Mr.  P lift a little chopping hatchet and smacked down on Jenny's upper
ankle.  The smack made a loud noise that startled some of the guest. 
Especially bunny whom was fixated on Mrs.  P carving up the chicken girl.
Aunt B smiled when she noticed her naked bunny was playing with herself.
   Mr.  P used a pair of tongs to lift the pigs foot and set it on Bambi's
plate then added some apple cornbread stuffing.  He stuck a fork into
Jenny's ass then sliced a meaty piece off for Dr.  J.
   Dripping with honey and salty sweet is how I like my little piggies. 
Mr. P sang as he pushed his cart to the next seat.  What shall it be for
you Aunt B?  Lets have a look she cooed dawning her bifocals to her eyes.
What a tasty little piggy she has become, I'll have her other pigs foot and
those tasty little fingers.
   Pigs foot and fingers it is.  Said Mr.  P smacking the cleaver down on
Jenny's last foot.  Causing bunny girl to jumped again.  She was standing
on her chair overlooking the backboard, watching Mr.  P cut up the piggy
girl.  He snipped her fingers off with meat clippers, plating them around
the pigs foot.
   He add a scoop of stuffing then glazed the fingers and foot with more
honey.  Here you go Aunt B a meal fit for a queen.  Bunny was still
standing in her seat over looking the back.  What would you like to try? 
He could tell she was fascinated with the whole child cooking and eating
thing.
   Can I have that carrot please?  She was speaking about the one sticking
out of Cindy's pussy.  Mr.  P smiled' The bunny wants a carrot, how sweet.
He pulled out the carrot and placed it on a plate then poured honey on it,
added pineapples and cherries which had cook with Jenny.
   Bunny smiled up at Mr.  P' as he set the yummy plate on the table.  Eat
up little bunny' he said.  Bunny liked Mr.  P, he was so nice.  Mrs.  P had
served the three chef brothers and to her surprise they were quite gracious
with their compliments.  She really felt she had created a wonderful dish,
to hear it from her peers made her feel wonderful.  Not many chefs can
prepare a delicious child like she can.
   The carts went around until each of the guest selected from the two main
dishes.  The Chairman selected the honey hams hocks and his wife daughter
asked for a cut of Jenny's shank.
   Mr.  P plated their choices then head around the table to the three chef
brothers.  Mrs.  P fixed plates for Dr.  J and his wife whom ordered wings
breast and thighs.  Aunt B was next already sucking the meat off her piggy
fingers.  She also wanted Cindy's fingers.  Obviously she had a thing for
fingers.  Bunny just wanted stuffing.  You don't want and chicken meat? 
Mrs.  P asked as she scooped a serving onto a plate.
   No mam' bunny rabbits don't eat meat we are meat.  The guest cheered the
bunny girls reflection of herself.  A child that knows her place in the
food-chain.  Stuffing it is for the tender bunny' Mrs.  P like this little
bunny.  Once the guest were served they selected their own cuts.  As is the
custom when members come to dine that the hosting chef receives the filet
or oyster.  A delicate choice cut of the child's genitals.
   Mrs.  P carved off Cindy's pussy filet and plated it along side the
butter cookie stuffing.  She also lifted a large knife then sliced through
her neck bone like butter.  She severed Cindy's head from her roasted body
then placed her head on a decorative platter sitting as a center piece on
the dining table.
   Mr.  P sliced off Jenny's pork roasted pussy.  The aroma of this choice
cut had him extremely hungry.  He removed the apple from her mouth then
used a tong to stretch Jenny's tongue out before cutting it out.
   Mr.  P shoved the apple back in before severing off her head.  He placed
Jenny's head on the same platter next to Cindy.  Beautiful Displays to look
at while the guest dined.
   They talked about many things as they dined.  Mr.  P entertained by
recounting fun process the roasted children and of Cindy and Jenny
commitment at becoming choice meals.  Bunny girl and the wife daughter seem
to like the parts about how much fun chicken and piggy had becoming dinner.
Most guest got up for more cuts from the roasts, reducing Cindy and Jenny
to scraps and bones.
   The Diners Club dinner was successful and would be listed as the meal to
beat for future gatherings.
   As for the after dinner entertainment?  That my friends is another
Story.
   Authors note: This story is fiction is meant to be read for your
intellectual enjoyment and nothing more.  I do not suggest or condone any
action which hurts another human being...  Ever.  So don't try this at
home. 
  
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