Fuzzy’s Feast

Lucas had been looking forward to the main attraction of the barbecue that his best friend Steven’s folks were holding. He’d heard about the arrangements for the meatgirl yakitori from Steven, and he’d been hyping him up on the idea for the past two weeks. Lucas had always been very into dolcett, and he felt like he never got enough opportunities to explore it, so it had been very easy for Steven to hype him up.

Yes, Lucas had been looking forward to the barbecue. He wasn’t personally a fan of snuff—not of getting snuffed himself—but he liked dolcett, and he thought there was something incredibly hot about watching a meatgirl get spitted and roasted. Getting to have a piece of that girl meat was always nice, too, but while it wasn’t super expensive, demand tended to outstrip supply by a modest proportion. So he had been eager for the barbecue. Very eager.

Feeling the cab come to a stop in front of Steven’s family’s home, Lucas no longer felt half as eager.

Three meatgirls had been hired for the barbecue, but only two had shown up. When Lucas got the call telling him about this, of course he’d been slightly disappointed… From how Steven made it sound, without all three meatgirls, it wouldn’t be feasible to hold the barbecue at all. And Lucas had been looking forward to it oh so very much. But amid that disappointment, Steven had dropped a suggestion. Almost a dare, really.

“Maybe you could take the third girl’s place. The place that’s catering the barbecue would be on your way here, so you could go there and offer to be venned and take her place. That’s the only option that’d be quick enough to salvage today’s plans…”

A part of Lucas had wanted to refuse outright. That was too much. Even if the Venn machine would bring him back just as he had been before, and even if he could tweak the pain sensitivity to make being spitted and roasted bearable, being turned into a girl then cooked and eaten was far outside his comfort zone. So, of course, part of him had wanted to refuse.

Part of him. But another part of him, or maybe just a solitary, momentary impulse, desired otherwise. Or perhaps desired was too strong of a word. It wasn’t a matter of positively WANTING to do as Steven suggested. Of course not. But for just a moment, a fleeting whim passed through his mind, and he heard his mouth speaking before he could think through the words.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Lucas had said that. Maybe it was the faintly insistent, imploring tone that Steven took. Lucas had always been a little weak to pressure, and he was especially bad at saying no to his pal. This was a lot more than lending Steven some money or asking a girl if she was interested in him, of course, and Lucas regretted saying it the moment he hung up the phone.

But he had given his word. Even if said only flippantly, spoken on the spur of the moment, it felt binding. He felt like he’d had no choice but to follow through. He didn’t want to disappoint Steven.

So, Lucas had gone to the caterer’s establishment, explained the situation, and (albeit it reluctantly) offered to take the third meatgirl’s place. They accepted, and he was venned into a girl. They let him choose some of the specifications, although they had final say on what would be done. But it didn’t take long at all, and barely five minutes after walking into the caterer’s shop, Lucas had been transformed into a girl.

She was blonde, because he was blonde, and her eyes were blue, because his eyes were blue. Of course, he chose to be a very attractive girl—at least according to his own tastes—but at the same time she kept it as close as she could to how she looked as a boy, so they would be able to recognize her. She was even the same height… though admittedly, Lucas was a little on the shorter side to start with. The one significant embellishment was giving herself an especially nice pair of tits. Not super large. Just very nice, round and perky and perfectly proportioned.

Once she was venned, Lucas had been handed a uniform and told to put it on. It consisted of a white button-up blouse, a navy-blue blazer, a tight gray miniskirt, black lace bra and panties, transparent nylon pantyhose, and glossy black high heel shoes. Chancing to look at her back in the mirror while struggling with the pantyhose, Lucas had also noticed the caterer’s logo imprinted on her ass cheek like a cattle rancher’s brand. That made things feel triply embarrassing.

But there hadn’t been any time for her to second guess her choice or appreciate how her body looked in the mirror before the caterer’s rushed in, chided her to hurry up, and brusquely helped her put on the rest of her clothes before sending her out in a cab.

That cab had now stopped in front of Steven’s family’s home, and Lucas knew she couldn’t just sit in it and fret. The driver was giving her a sullen look—the fare had been paid for already, and every second wasted here was a second he wouldn’t be able to spend on another passenger. So, taking the hint, knowing she had no choice but to go through with this after coming as far as she had, Lucas opened the door and stepped out.

It was difficult to walk in high heels, and the skirt was at once restrictive and revealing, showing off her long, smooth legs. She was aware of how the pantyhose hugged her legs, the smooth fabric embracing their lithe contours, and she was conscious of the weight of her breasts and the space they took up, feeling rather hefty and cumbersome compared to the un-uddered chest of a male.

And she felt every eye that fixed upon her as she walked up to the house, seeing Steven and his parents and the various other guests. There were still people arriving, and she didn’t see her parents there yet (they had been invited along with Lucas, of course). But she did see Steven, and his dad, and they sure as hell saw her.

It gave her an uncomfortable feeling to see their eyes flick down her frame, to feel them ogling her body. It wasn’t overt, and they soon looked her in the eye once more, but even that polite and normal bit of attention paid to her body felt extraordinary to the normally male Lucas, who had never knowingly been ogled by either a man or a woman. In one way, it was obviously displeasing. She got why girls complained about being leered at. But these stares also provoked another feeling in her, and this feeling was much less… unpleasant.

Still, on balance, Lucas was mildly uncomfortable, especially with all the other guests who also looked toward her. Not all of them recognized her. But Steven did—even if he hadn’t known that Lucas would be arriving in this uniform, he probably would have recognized her. And he strode over and greeted her with the usual familiarity, laughing and laying a hand on her shoulder.

“You actually did it?”

Steven sounded more surprised than Lucas liked, and she blushed.

“Did you think I was going to chicken out?”

Steven cocked an eyebrow for a moment. Lucas was the same height now as she would be as a guy, but this was the first time she had ever really appreciated the difference in height between her and her friend, and Steven’s hand seemed impressively broad on her shoulder.

She wondered why her heart was beating so fast.

“I don’t know…” Steven said. “I mean, when you put it like that… But it’s a little out there, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” Lucas said. Stubbornly, she added. “But I gave my word. I’m not scared of a dare.”

“Well, it wasn’t a dare…” Steven chuckled. They were walking toward the house—not toward the yard, where the first early guests were mingling and the hosts were greeting them and setting up the last preparations, but toward the house. It was a familiar path that they tread, their feet carrying them by habit in the direction of Steven’s room while they talked. “But I don’t know. You look surprisingly good as a girl, Lucy.”

“Just call me Lucas,” the blonde said. Being called a girl’s name was… “I’m still the same person.”

“Of course you are,” Steven said, and gave Lucas a wide, careless smile. “I just thought a cute name like that would fit you, haha…”

He laughed and opened the door to his room, gesturing for Lucas to go in first. Usually Steven would be the first one in. He wouldn’t hold the door open for Lucas. Of course not. And he didn’t seem to think about what he was doing. He probably didn’t even notice. But Lucas noticed, and she noticed how nice his grin looked.

But now they were in Steven’s room, and the door closed behind him. Lucas allowed herself to relax a little despite her nerves, and she sat down on the bed.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said. “I mean, I said I would… but it’s starting to sink in. What’s going to happen to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s… a little scary.”

“You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to.”

Lucas knew they wouldn’t have the time to find another replacement. If she backed out, they wouldn’t be able to do the meatgirl yakitori like they had planned. And that was the main attraction for today’s barbecue. If it fell through, it would be a big disappointment to a lot of people.

It would be especially disappointing to Steven. He had looked forward to this just as much as Lucas had. And she didn’t want to disappoint him…

“No. I do want to,” she said slowly, before sheepishly amending. “I-I mean, well… I said I would, and I’m not a chicken. And I am venned. So it’s not like it would be permanent.”

“Yeah? It will hurt, though.”

“I’m fine with pain.”

“Liar. I know what a big baby you are.”

Lucas looked away embarrassedly, feeling her cheeks burn.

“Sheesh, you jerk. You don’t have to tease me.”

Steven stared at Lucas for a moment.

“…You know, you really do look hot.”

Lucas’ blush deepened, and her heartbeat quickened.

“Do I?” she asked, wondering why she felt so glad. Of course, she had chosen how she would look, and she had chosen to look attractive. But hearing Steven tell her that she looked hot still made her glad. “Really…?”

“Yeah, like…” Steven trailed off. “I mean, shit. You look really hot. No homo, man, but… I’d totally fuck you. I mean,” he hastily qualified, “if you wanted to. Not that I’m asking. Just… I don’t know. Fuck. You just look hot.”

Lucas smiled. It felt a little weird to be called hot by her best friend. She didn’t think she would want to hear Steven saying that to her while she was a guy… (or would she? No… No, of course not…) But it still also felt nice, and she brushed a hand through her hair.

What was she getting so worked up about, anyway? This wasn’t anything unprecedented or even that weird. Not everyone did it, of course, but she had still heard enough stories in high school of classmates who’d decided to venn themselves and experiment when they couldn’t get laid the usual way. When it was just one short visit to a Venn machine to become your buddy’s exact type of girl for the evening, it was common enough for guys to resort to that if they couldn’t get laid, and sometimes to do it even when they could.

Like, it wasn’t normal-normal, but it wasn’t that far out there, either. Especially not when compared to snuff and cannibalism. They just hadn’t ever done this themselves, she and Steven… It had been a little strange, a little outside their personal interests as they understood them. But now that she was in here with Steven, hearing him tell her that she looked hot and he would totally fuck her, it didn’t feel like something she would be unwilling to do. It felt… appealing, if anything.

She didn’t know if she would actually do it, of course, but she wasn’t averse to letting things get nudged a little bit in that direction, either.

Lucas stood up, stretching and unbuttoning her blazer.

“You know, I haven’t gotten a chance to really appreciate how I look,” she said, starting to undress. “Do you mind?”

Steven watched Lucas pull off her blazer and begin unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes were glued to the creamy cleavage that Lucas exposed, and he slowly shook his head.

“Not at all, man. Go ahead.”

Lucas relaxed, and she took off the rest of her clothes until she was just in her underwear, the bra and panties and pantyhose. Half-naked, she stood before Steven’s bedroom mirror and struck a centerfold pose, emulating the stance a supermodel might strike for a gravure shoot.

God, she really did look hot.

She cupped her breasts through the bra, pushing them up. They felt heavy, but they were also soft. Shit. She turned sideways and looked at a profile of her figure, sticking out her ass and rubbing a hand over it, tracing the curve. Damn. She shivered, feeling just a little turned on as she stared at herself in the mirror, really, fully grasping that, for the time being, she was a woman.

Lucas unsnapped her bra, then slid off her panties, and she considered herself in the mirror, buck naked. She struck a couple more poses, liking how she looked more and more. She hadn’t been ugly as a guy by any means, but… she hadn’t thought of herself as very attractive, either. Certainly, she’d never much enjoyed staring at herself in the mirror. But right now, she felt extremely vain, supremely self-satisfied.

She looked so hot, and it felt great to think that. She was gorgeous.

Lucas brushed a hand over her pussy. Her pussy. Fuck. Yeah. She didn’t have a dick right now. Not that her dick had been anything special. Not tiny, but a tad below average. Nothing much to look at. Her pussy, though…

She stroked it experimentally, and she spread the lips apart, looking at her cunt in the mirror. Absentmindedly, she thought about how a spit was going to get run through her, shoved up this snug pink twat and up out that pretty, stupidly grinning mouth. It sobered her a little bit, tempering the enjoyment of this view, but still…

She loved feeling this sexy. She loved touching herself and looking at herself and thinking about herself as a gorgeous, voluptuous woman. It wasn’t deep. It wasn’t like she was discovering some repressed truth about herself. It was just arousing. It turned her on. She liked looking sexy. She liked being able to touch herself and feel this pussy, these tits, and that perfect, round ass. She looked hot, she felt hot, she was hot.

She smiled and gave her ass a playful smack, turning her body so that she could see the caterer’s logo on her buttock and watching as it rippled.

“…Hey.” Steven’s voice broke in on Lucas’ reverie, and she looked to see her friend staring. Glancing down, she saw a bulge in his trousers. He cleared his throat. “Are you trying to tease me? Is this your idea of how to get back at me for talking you into it?”

“Not at all,” said Lucas honestly. It did seem like a devious bit of revenge, now that she thought about it, but the idea hadn’t even occurred to her. “I wasn’t trying to tease you.” She smiled. “What… are you saying…?”

Steven gave her a deadpan look.

“I already said I’d be willing to fuck you,” he said. “I told you how hot you look.”

“Yeah. You did.”

There was an awkward silence. Lucas felt a little self-conscious now, and her prior boldness subsided as she fully processed everything that she’d just been doing.

She cleared her throat, eyeing Steven’s bulge for a moment.

“What? You like what you see?”

“Of course not,” Lucas said. “I just… I dunno. I’m really making you hard, huh? That’s a little gay.”

“Not when you’ve got a body like that,” was Steven’s rebuttal.

Looking down, Lucas had to concede that her friend had a point.

“It is a very nice body.”

“Uh-huh. I bet it’ll be delicious.”

Steven said this matter-of-factly. This was something they often talked about, pointing out the parts of a meatgirl (or a girl they’d like to see become a meatgirl) and discussing how they’d taste. They shared an interest in this kind of thing, if purely from the predator’s side of things, and if not especially deep.

Lucas herself had often expressed such sentiments, but hearing Steven say it about her—her specifically, not anyone else—made her blush.

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Steven said. “I’d love to have a taste of you.”

Lucas hesitated. She didn’t know if Steven was prompting her to make an offer, or if he was just stating an honest desire. Either way, she was tempted to…

“…Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind letting you.”

It took a moment for Steven to process this. He stared at Lucas, who immediately and intensely regretted making the offer. She felt immensely foolish, dreadfully hot… but she didn’t want to admit her embarrassment. She didn’t want to take it back.

She gulped.

“Yeah? I mean, if you’re okay with it… I’d certainly like to.”

Steven approached her. She was aware of the tent of his erection, and she saw him licking his lips. She felt a thrill, a twinge of something like fear. But she didn’t back away. She didn’t recant.

“Th-Then go ahead.” Gulping, she puffed out her chest. “Try me.”

Steven gulped, himself, and bowed his head. Tentatively, he took hold of Lucas’ breasts and gave them a squeeze. Lucas moaned. Her breasts were sensitive, and while it wasn’t exactly orgasmically good, it still felt pleasurable. Then Steven licked her breasts. First the left one, steering clear of the nipple, only briefly and lightly sampling it.

Then, detecting no hint from his friend of consent retracted, Steven licked her right breast, longer and more bravely, up to and over the nipple, curling his tongue around the nub and drawing it into his mouth. For a few seconds, he sucked on Lucas’ nipple, and she tensed up and shuddered, arching her back and letting her head loll on her shoulders.

Lucas felt her pussy start moistening, her insides growing hot. This was…

“Fuuuuck!” she moaned. “Why does that feel so…?”

Steven looked up at her, popping his mouth off of her nipple. Lucas almost implored him not to stop.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s… it feels good.”

Steven swallowed.

“You like it.”

“I… really like it.” Lucas was shivering. She bit her lip. She could see the question perched on the tip of Steven’s tongue. She didn’t know if she was ready to hear it. She didn’t know if she would be able to say no. So, before he could speak, she grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. “Mmmm…❤”

There was tongue. A lot of it. And it was wet, too, mirroring the growing wetness between Lucas’ legs. Lucas shivered as her friend kissed her, and she thrilled as she felt his hardness softly press against her thigh, his hands settling upon her ass to pull her toward him. Their kiss deepened, and she moaned into it, and he groaned into it as well, even as the tip of his cock brushed her moist, tender labia.

Lucas was aware of her pussy, and for a moment she was dumbstruck while she felt Steven’s dick slipping inside her. He sat down in a chair, pulling her along with him, and he buried his dick in her pussy, grunting and bucking his hips as he slowly started to fuck her. It seemed sudden, yet it also seemed natural. She had been expecting this to happen, hadn’t she? She had counted on this happening. She was happy that it was happening.

She didn’t know how to feel about the fact that she was enjoying this as much as she was. Part of her still thought of herself as a guy. She was still a man, somewhere in her mind, and this was still his buddy. But he was also a woman, and he couldn’t help but love the feeling of a nice, rigid dick being thrust in and out of his sopping wet cunt. He was happy as Steven fucked him. She loved feeling Steven’s cock inside her pussy. She didn’t mind that this was her friend. She didn’t care that she was originally a guy.

Lucas arched her back, gasping as her friend’s cock thrust deeper, filling her up in a way she had never imagined. She had never seriously thought about how it felt for a woman before, but now that she was experiencing it for herself… God, was it really this good? She didn’t know if she would even be able to go back to being a man. Not when she could get this kind of pleasure just by letting Steven fuck her. Shit… If she wasn’t careful, she would turn strange and never go back.

But it felt really good, and she couldn’t help moaning deeper as she kissed Steven, nor could she help tossing her hips in his lap, rolling herself sensuously over his length, grinding on his solid, rock-hard erection as it pumped in and out of her pussy. It was bliss, and she lost herself in. She let herself forget everything else for a while as she and Steven fucked. He came inside her. They switched positions. She lay on her belly while he thrust into her cunt doggystyle, panting and groaning and dripping with beads of sweat, and she knelt between his feet and slobbered on his rod, polishing him off and tasting their mingled sexes, savoring his cock and swallowing his cum.

They lost track of time.

Lucas enthusiastically ran her fingers over Steven’s length, feeling his cock throb in her hands. He had come a few times already, and he was sore and aching, but he wasn’t telling her to stop. Even if it hurt a little, he still loved getting jerked off by this beautiful blonde, and for her part, Lucas was aglow with pleasure, still racked and tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. It was a high like nothing else, and she felt like she was already addicted, and she licked her lips and leered at her buddy’s cock as it twitched and throbbed in her grasp, shivering and spasming from her eager ministrations.

Steven’s cock convulsed in Lucas’ hand. She watched fascinatedly, longingly, sighing with satisfaction as threads of semen spurted from Steven’s meatus, spattering over her chest. His dick felt hot in her grasp, and she stroked cool fingers over its length as if hoping to warm her digits with the heat of her friend’s cock. And she cupped one of her modest, tingling, freshly soiled breasts and gave it a squeeze, thrilling at the feel of her fingers deforming the flesh, hypersensitive and euphoric.

With a sigh, Lucas bowed her head as if getting ready to suck Steven’s dick once more. She liked the taste, in a strange way, and she liked the faint, mixed feelings of embarrassment and arousal that she got every time she wrapped her lips around his shaft. Her breath was steaming, and her mouth was watering, and her tongue lolled out to lap up some of the lingering semen from Steven’s tip.

The bedroom door opened at that moment, and Steven’s mother peered in.

“What’s taking you so long? It’s almost time to get read—” She stopped mid-sentence, seeing the scene of her son with his venned best friend kneeling at his feet and licking his cock. Looking away in consideration to their privacy, she cleared her throat. “Oh. Well… I hope you two will be finished soon, Steven, Lucas. The other two girls were wondering if the replacement had gone AWOL too.”

Steven blushed beet red.

“MOM! Kn-Knock before you come in!” he said, embarrassedly stepping back from Lucas and covering up his junk. “We were just…”

“Yes, yes…” his mother said. “Just a little youthful experimentation. There’s nothing wrong with that. Just hurry up and help her get ready, okay?”

“I will,” Steven mumbled, unable to look her in the face. He would get over the embarrassment eventually, but at the moment, he was mortified. “It’ll just be a minute.”

He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants.

Lucas, for her part, was unfazed by Steven’s mom’s intrusion, and she was even smiling a little at the thought that the woman had seen her servicing her son. Lucas was tingling with a shameful gladness, certainly no less embarrassed by Steven, but maybe simply liking that feeling of embarrassment.

Perhaps she was a masochist. Maybe she was an exhibitionist. Hell, at this rate, she was probably even…

…Well, whatever she chose to call herself, for today, she was just meat. And that thought, more than anything else, gave Lucas a twinge of the most wonderful feeling. It was still scary if she thought about it soberly, and in detail… but as just an idea, merely a fantasy, it was delightful.

But this feeling might not last forever. Especially not once she was forced to face down the spit and feel it thrusting through her…

But for the moment, right then, she would have done anything.

It just felt too good as a woman.

… … … … …

Once Lucas had gotten dressed back up (with Steven’s help) she was led out to the backyard, to a spot slightly apart from most of the guests. She saw two lovely young women in outfits that matched hers waiting near the flattop grill, where an extra-long spit had been set up and a recognizable machine was ready. Steven’s dad looked to be finishing up the preparations, and he hand on a heavy apron and gloves, and he stood over a human-sized cutting board and patiently sharpened his filleting knife.

Hairs stood up on the back of Lucas’ neck, and she felt Steven give her ass a pat through the back of her skirt before he wandered over to join the guests. Lucas could see her parents mingling with the crowd, and she wondered with a thrill if they would recognize her. Of course, they knew that she had agreed to be the replacement meatgirl, and they could probably figure out which of the girls was her. Especially with how she was blushing and fidgeting as she stepped over to the other two girls.

“Hi,” she said shyly. These two were stunningly pretty, a redhead and a brunette. Neither of them was especially busty, but they had excellent figures and tight, perky asses. If she were still in a guy’s body, she would have been far too shy to approach them. “So, you two are…?”

They looked over at her and smiled. Their teeth were brilliantly white, and their lips were red and kissable. They had very pretty faces. Perfectly pretty. Obviously, they had not been sparing with the Venn machine. That, or maybe they were just natural 10’s.

“Hey,” said the redhead. “I’m Amber.”

“And I’m Julie,” said the brunette. “So you’re the replacement, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m Lu…” Lucas gulped. It would seem too embarrassing to let these two know that he was a guy. Did they even already know? “…Lucy. I’ve never actually done this before.”

“Oh?” said Jule. “Well, the first time is certainly always a bit rough. But we’ll be here to help if you get scared.”

Amber smiled and snaked an arm around Lucas’ waist.

“But you’re a real cutie, Lucy~” she flirted, winking. “If you get cold feet, let me know, and I’ll make you forget all about your fears❤”

She kissed Lucas on the cheek, making her blush.

Julie giggled and waved a hand at Amber.

“You’re incorrigible!” she said. “We should be getting ready to get amputated and gutted, not flirting with the fresh meat.”

“Don’t try to tell me you aren’t eyeing her up too,” Amber replied, grabbing Lucas’ ass through her skirt. “I see how you’re staring at her breasts.”

Julie smiled wryly.

“Well, there’s no problem with flirting if we’re also getting ready. Just… you know. We do have to get ready!”

With a laugh, the brunette started to undress, unbuttoning her blazer and slipping it off. Amber nodded, grinning and giving Lucas one more kiss on the cheek, before stepping back and beginning to strip, as well.

Steven’s dad was looking their way. Everything else was ready.

Lucas gulped, getting the hint. She felt a little sheepish, and a little embarrassed, but they wouldn’t exactly be able to cook her with her clothes on, would they?

…Cook her.

The idea was infinitely more salient, now that she looked at the grill and the spit and the cutting board. Lucas was a little soberer now, a little less giddy.

Shivering, she began to undress, as well.

“Say,” Amber spoke up, unsnapping her bra. “While we’re on the spit, how about we eat each other out? It’ll be a while before we’re fully cooked, and we don’t want to get bored, now, do we?”

“That sounds good,” said Julie, bending over and sliding down her panties. “I was going to suggest the same thing.”

Lucas blushed, fumbling with her own lingerie as she felt the two look at her.

“Y-Yeah,” she stammered, her mouth going dry at the idea, her heartbeat quickening. “That does sound… very nice.”

She looked away, causing the pair to smile.

“You’re adorable,” said Amber. “Sheesh… Where did they find a meatgirl as cute as you, huh? I can’t believe you’ve never been gobbled up before!”

“Right… N-Neither can I,” said Lucas, gulping. She pulled down her panties, still tender and faintly tingling from her session with Steven. “But I guess there’s a first time for everything…”

She didn’t know what she meant by this, if she meant anything. She was just babbling.

The other two giggled, but they didn’t have any more time to flirt before Steven’s dad walked over and took Amber by the arm.

“Come on,” he said. “It’s time.”

Amber smiled and nodded, and she followed him with a wiggle of the hips.

“Are you going to gag me, first?”

The man smiled.

“If you want.”

“Yes, please❤”

Lucas watched as a cloth gag was stuffed into Amber’s mouth, seeing the woman smile and open wide to receive, seeing the redhead wiggle her hips in anticipation as she was led to the machine by the picnic table and cutting boar. With the head of the house’s help and guidance, Amber was laid out atop the machine and strapped in. After she had been securely fastened, tourniquets were tied around the bases of her arms and legs, pulled so tight that she made a slightly pained face.

Amber’s naked body gave Lucas many pleasant feelings, but it also left her mildly anxious, faintly queasy. She understood what was about to happen next. She had seen this kind of thing done before. But she had never seen it in the context of an awareness that it was going to happen to her, and she was scared, more and more scared as the seconds ticked by.

“Will it… Does it hurt?” she asked Julie, watching Steven’s dad bend over the machine and flick it on. Chutes extended from the sides of the machine, flaring out below Amber’s arms and legs, and a meatgrinder whirred to life. Blades protruded from the machine, moving into position just above the straps that held Amber’s limbs in place. “I mean… obviously it does, but… how bad is it?”

“Excruciating,” said Julie soberly. “Especially for your first time, it might be more than you can bear. But of course, once it starts, you can’t exactly stop it…”

Lucas swallowed.

“I see…”

“But it is worth it,” Julie added, seeing the look on Lucas’ face. “Once you’ve been cooked, and they start to eat you… There’s nothing else like it. That’s half the reason girls like us do this kind of work, you know.”

Lucas nodded distractedly, watching as Steven’s dad stepped back from the machine. The blades moved, and with a relentless mechanical force, brutally swift and efficient, they chopped through Amber’s arms and legs. Blood spurted, the redhead’s body seized up, back arching, a muffled scream tearing through the gag, and Lucas watched as Amber’s arms and legs tumbled into the extended chutes, slowly descending into the meatgrinder below while it rumbled and whined.

A chill went down Lucas’ back, seeing the lusty and flirty Amber reduced to tears, her face ashen and her expression strained, gasping out sobs of pain through her gag. This was somebody who had done this kind of thing before, she comprehended. This was somebody who had been processed and cooked presumably dozens of times. This was somebody who should be used to this kind of thing. And even SHE was groaning and struggling and crying as her now limbless torso was raised from the machine and carried over to the cutting board.

Lucas whimpered, wondering how much it would hurt, wondering how much she would scream when it was her turn. She felt Julie place a comforting hand on her, but she barely attended to the brunette’s touch, still absorbed in the sight of the redhead squirming and flailing with her bandaged stumps while Steven’s dad grabbed his filleting knife and prepared a bucket. With fresh awareness, understanding that all this was going to happen to her, too, Lucas watched as Amber was gutted. The white skin of her belly was parted, and a red flow stained her flawless flesh, and large, powerful hands were plunged into her gaping abdomen.

Amber’s thrashing stopped. She was still alive, but she was conserving her strength. Nonetheless, Lucas could still tell that the redhead was in agony, and she rubbed her legs together, watching as the last of the woman’s nonessential organs were hauled out, her abdominal cavity evacuated. She watched as Amber’s belly was stitched back up, and she watched as Steven’s mom brought over the ground meat that had been processed from Amber’s arms and legs.

Lucas pressed a hand to her pussy, wincing as she watched Steven’s dad cram fistfuls of Amber’s own ground meat up her slot, forcing the redhead’s pussy to gape around his knuckles and his wrist. She watched Amber’s belly slowly bulge, womb filling with her own meat, and she saw the continuing look of pain on Amber’s face, a wretched expression that made her dread all the more what it would be like when it was her turn. And it wouldn’t be long now, would it? Any minute, surely…

Lucas squirmed, feeling her heart race. The gag was taken out of Amber’s mouth, and the redhead let out a moan of pain as the spit was positioned before her bloody sex. Steven and his mother held the redhead down (Steven of course taking the opportunity to cop a feel) while Steven’s father thrust the spit into her cunt, and Amber shuddered and sobbed.

“It huuurts…” she hissed, her eyes rolling as the steel was pressed into her yielding flesh, as she was made to give way before its advance. “Ahhhh…. Nnnghh…!”

Julie stroked Lucas comfortingly, feeling the blonde shiver.

“It’s alright, Lucy. Once the pain is past, it really is very nice.”

“When does the pain stop…?” Lucas asked nervously, seeing Amber continue to quietly sob as the point of the spit emerged from her mouth, morbidly thrilling as she comprehended that the redhead had just been completely impaled. “It still looks so…”

“It takes a while.” Julie was honest. Maybe too honest. “It will feel truly awful for a while. But eventually you’ll forget it. The pain will fade as you begin to cook, and then…❤”

Half to comfort the blonde, half to excite her, Julie nibbled her ear and stroked her naked body, leaning close against her.

Lucas whimpered, almost willing to forget her fear for a moment—for a moment.

But then, Steven’s dad turned toward her, and she knew that it was her turn.

“…Wish me luck,” Lucas said, her heart pounding in her chest. She gulped. “I’m scared, but…”

“Good luck, Lucy,” Julie breathed into her ear, giving her ass a squeeze. “I really do hope you’ll be able to enjoy it❤”

Lucas nodded, feeling the strong, gloved, bloody hand that grabbed her arm and pulled, leading her over to the machine that would chop off her arms and legs.

“So do I.”

“Do you want a gag?”

Steven asked Lucas this question, breaking in on her anxious rumination. She started at the sound of his voice, and she looked at him blankly.

“Y-Yes,” she somehow managed to say. “Please.”

He nodded, and with a bit of a shit-eating grin, he pulled out a bright red ball gag—nothing like what had been offered to Amber—and pressed it into her mouth. Lucas’ eyes went wide, and she almost wanted to protest, but she didn’t have time before her mouth was full and she was unable to speak. Her cheeks flamed in a blush, and she gave Steven a mixed look.

Part of Lucas appreciated this bit of teasing. It was a familiar sense of humor, and it distracted her from what was about to happen. But part of her was flustered by it, not sure how to take this “special consideration”. Did it mean something, or…?

But she was laid down on the machine before she could give this question more thought, and she was strapped in tight. As with Amber, tourniquets were tied around the bases of her arms and legs. They were tight, extremely tight, and Lucas could feel a tingling in her arms and legs like they were starting to fall asleep, a painful pressure. She lay naked on the machine, feeling it vibrate beneath her, hearing it rumble and whir, and she waited with bated breath for it to begin.

“You look good enough to eat,” Steven offered as he stepped back along with his father. “I can’t wait to dig in.”

Lucas blushed. Was now really the best time for—?

But her thoughts were cut off mid-stream. White hot pain made itself known to Lucas, and she went into shock for a moment as she was made suddenly aware of the absence of the familiar weight of her arms and legs. Looking to one side, she saw her right arm sliding down into the chute, and she heard the meatgrinder begin to work on her limbs.

As the pain sank in and she began to full grasp it, Lucas tensed up and screamed into her gag. She turned and thrashed atop the machine, twisting her torso and tossing her head. But she was just a head and a torso, now, and without her limbs, there was too little that she could do. She was powerless. Utterly helpless. Whatever they chose to do with her, she would be able to do nothing but suffer through it.

She had no more power and agency right now than a lifeless piece of meat, and for all that she squirmed and struggled as Steven and his dad lifted her from the machine and carried her over to the cutting board, Lucas was helpless to escape what was coming.

“Relax,” said Steven’s father. “The more you fight it, the worse it will feel. Just relax, and it won’t be so bad.”

“You’re doing great,” said Steven, grinning down at her. “This is a nice look for you, honestly… Are you sure you wouldn’t want to stay this way?”

Lucas pouted, almost forgetting her pain for a moment. Part of her was pleased, part of her annoyed. It was a little concerning that she was responding like this to Steven’s teasing… and for that matter, it was also concerning that he had gotten into it enough to tease her like this.

She looked away, grimacing into the gag. Weakly, she tried to convince herself that it didn’t mean anything. She wasn’t…

But Lucas didn’t have any more time to think about it before she felt the knife slide down her belly, and her eyes went wide. The skin was slit, her abdomen opened wide, and she looked down to see her own red, steaming innards revealed, a nakedness beyond nakedness, a display more obscene than any exhibitionism.

She whimpered, feeling Steven’s dad start to gut her.

“It will be worth the pain, Lucy,” she dimly heard Julie say. “Once they’re eating us, you’ll understand.”

“Does that sound good to you?” Steven added playfully. “Eh, ‘Lucy’? Do you want us to eat you?”

Lucas blushed. She was still in pain, and she could hardly ignore the horrible, surreal, nauseating tugging on her insides as she was gutted, but Steven was being very distracting.

Despite herself, she remembered his cock. She remembered it thrusting in and out of her pussy. She remembered sucking his cock and jerking him off. Those events seemed a lifetime away, but that hadn’t been more than twenty or thirty minutes ago, had it?

Despite the pain, Lucas nodded. Anything to distract herself from these sensations. Anything to forget for a little while…

Steven chuckled.

“You’re a real, natural meatgirl, Lucy. I think you’ll get used to this before you know it.”

Lucas didn’t want to think about that. But her guts were out, now, and her belly was quickly stitched up. She was still in pain, but it was not an immediate, active pain at the moment. The bowl with her ground meat was brought over by Steven’s mom, and Steven’s dad went to get Julie ready. Steven plunged a hand into the bowl, and before Lucas could react, he shoved a fistful of meat up her cunt.

This was painful at first… but only in an uncomfortable sort of way. It wasn’t like getting dismembered or gutted. She was just being fisted, really. And once she got used to this, it was even sort of pleasurable. A concave midsection was filled back out, the vacancy of her abdominal cavity stuffed with the meat of her own arms and legs. It was embarrassing, but in a nicer way, and she moaned a little into the gag as Steven stuffed her, letting herself get into it, letting herself forget about what was going to come next.

But she wasn’t allowed to forget it for very long. Soon she was fully stuffed, and Steven grabbed her and pushed her out of the way, moving her over to where the spit was waiting.

Lucas saw Amber, still impaled, still alive, but looking a little less wretched. The redhead was clearly still in pain, but… she was also plainly less in pain. Used to it. More relaxed. Even smiling a little crookedly as she looked up to watch Lucas get positioned ahead of her.

Steven pulled out the gag, looking at the sweaty, blushing Lucas.

“Are you ready, Lucy?”

He teased her with the name, and she looked away.

“As… ready as I’ll ever be…” she mumbled. It was hard to think, hard to speak. She almost wished she was unconscious. “Just get it over with… please.”

He smiled and grabbed the spit.

Lucas closed her eyes as it was slit into her. At first, she could pretend it was just a dildo, that she was just going to be fucked by this rigid length. If she weren’t feeling so weak, maybe she would have tried to grind on it. But she still knew what it was really for, and she understood it viscerally when she felt the meat in her womb displaced, when she felt her insides breached.

She was aware of the spit. It was an unyielding hardness, almost a macabre parody of the turgid phallus. It was thrusting into her, stabbing through her, inch by inch by horrible inch, and she was powerless as it impaled her, helpless as she was skewered upon it. Down, down, down she went, deeper into pools of sensation she had never imagined, sliding down into a pit of agonized languor. Her cheeks stung from tears, and her chest heaved with shuddering breaths, and she distractedly listened to Julie’s pained (but also vaguely enthused) moans as the brunette was gutted. She was slid down the spit until her pussy pressed against Amber’s mouth, and when she realized it was done, she almost breathed a sigh of relief.

It still hurt, but… it was still excruciating, but…

It seemed to her that the worst of it had to be past. Now that she had been gutted, dismembered, stuffed, and spitted, all that remained was to cook. And compared to all this, grilling alive didn’t sound nearly so bad.

Looking up, Lucas saw Julie positioned above the spit, and she watched as the brunette was spitted. Presented with such a fine view, Lucas could almost—almost—forget about the pain. And when Julie’s pussy was pressed down to hers, still warm and still bloody, Lucas couldn’t help but dazedly savor it for a moment.

But then Lucas felt Amber start to lick her pussy, and she saw Julie in front of her wiggle the stumps of her legs, and she belatedly remembered the promise they’d made each other.

With a sheepish smile, certainly not disliking this part of the process, Lucas pressed her mouth flush against Julie’s cunt and slipped out her tongue, tracing the underside of the spit forth into Julie’s sex and laving up the coppery taste of the brunette’s blood.

This was her first time really eating a girl out. Despite the circumstances, Lucas savored it.

“Oh? You girls look like you’re sure having fun.”

But Steven’s remark broke in on her pain-dazed reverie, and she remembered that it wasn’t over when she felt the spit rise with her, Amber, and Julie upon it. She felt a rush of vertigo, and she licked Julie deeper and faster, matching Amber’s increased pace and fervor as the three of them were carried over to the flattop grill.

She could hear the guests chatting, and she remembered that this was a whole barbecue. The guests had been able to watch and listen as the meatgirls were prepared. That was how it usually worked, of course… but it really sank in now, and Lucas felt a rush of shame and excitement.

They were close to the grill. She could feel the heat radiating off it. She licked more, shivering as Amber licked her. She tasted Julie’s juices as they were lowered, and she felt herself clench around the spit and Amber’s tongue as the flattop neared their naked skin. She heard the guests commenting on her and the other two, and she was aware of the fact that she was going to be meat.

Lucas’ nipples touched the grill before any other part of her, and the searing heat sent a rush of pain through them, through her whole body, so that she screamed into the spit and squirted all over Amber’s face, even as Julie came into her mouth.

The rest of their bodies were laid out over the grill, breasts flattening beneath their torsos, bellies flush against the scalding hot surface.

Lucas had been mistaken in supposing that the worst of it was past. She had been wrong.

She screamed as she began to cook, and she was not the only one. She and Julie and Amber simply howled in agony as they began to grill, and Lucas regretted everything. It was agony. It was hell. It was unbearable.

And yet…

…before long, she no longer really felt the pain. She grew numb to it as her meat cooked, her nerves deadened as she was grilled, and her screaming slowed and quieted. She relaxed.

Well… they were right about one thing. It wasn’t so bad, now… not now that she was going numb. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, after all…

As soon as she started to think this, they were turned over, and her bare, uncooked back was pressed down on the flattop.

Again, she screamed, and again, she regretted every decision that had led up to this.

The pain was everything. The pain was all she knew. She just wanted it to end.

And, eventually, it did.

… … … … …

Lucas was still alive when their meat was deemed done and they were carried over to the picnic table. She was still aware, in a vague and dreamlike way, clinging to life and senses at the brink of cessation. She didn’t know if either Amber or Julie were alive. For all she knew, they were dead.

That thought did not upset her.

She heard the guests talking, and she was aware of them standing over her and the other two. She recognized her mom’s voice, and she thrilled when she heard the woman ask for a piece.

“I’ll have a bit of Lucy’s breasts,” the woman said. Lucas didn’t miss the name she used. What had Steven been telling her…? “They look delicious.”

“Good choice!” said Steven, sounding much too pleased. “They are.”

Lucas would have blushed if she were able, and she would have squirmed if she could’ve, when she felt the knife part the skin at the base of her teat and slice down into her breast. It wasn’t painful. Her nerves were too dead and numb to feel real pain any longer. But she was aware of the parting of tissues, of the intrusion of the blade, of a pressure and a sort of pinching sensation as her left tit was carved off.

This was placed onto a plate before Lucas’ mother, who took a bite. She moaned in delight, beaming and savoring the mouthful.

“Oh, my! I never knew I’d raised such a delicious daughter! Mmm… I’m so glad❤”

She chewed, digging in eagerly, making Lucas feel funny.

Really, the way her mom was talking…

…well, despite these more confusing feelings, Lucas did feel proud, listening to her mother enjoy her tit, and she experience a phantom tingling of pleasure when her father spoke up.

“I’ll have Lucy’s fillet,” he said. “Her pussy, please.”

“A man of taste, I see.” Steven grinned and slid the knife into Lucas’ pubic mound, nudging back Amber’s head. “It’ll be a little tricky to get this off the spit, but…”

Lucas shivered, feeling Steven carve her cunt. The pussy she had given herself was being extracted, and it was going to be given to her dad as a piece of meat. In one way, she was happy. In another way, she was embarrassed. She wondered if it was disappointing to her dad to see her like this, to see his son turned into a meatgirl? Or… was he maybe glad that she was like this? That she was…?

Lucas paused as she felt her cunt pulled away, sneaked off the spit and plopped onto her father’s plate. Was she like this? What was she like? She had only done this because they needed a third meatgirl, of course. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like she…

The knife sank into her rump. She shivered, feeling Steven start to carve off a slice of her buttock. As far as she could guess, this was for himself. She gulped, embarrassed at the hint of giddiness she felt, embarrassed still more as she realized what her feelings meant.

‘I am a guy… right? It’s not like… I’m happier as a girl, or anything… Not like… like I enjoyed being cooked and eaten…’

But the thrill she felt at the sounds of enjoyment made by the diners, the pleasure she felt as she was carved up and portioned out bit by bit, powerless and delectable, told her the truth.

She was… was she really…? Yes… Yes, she was.

Lucas smiled—Lucy smiled.

‘Well, I guess it is kind of nice,’ she thought. ‘Maybe… Maybe I could get used to this❤’

On some level, Lucy knew that she was already a meatgirl, right down to the bone.

She was already looking forward to next time. She already wanted there to BE a next time.

‘Yeah… I really am just a…❤’

Lucy closed her eyes with a smile.