Posted by PK on May 14, 2005 at 17:09:49:
Mrs Carter was just beginning to worry when Cassie burst in through the kitchen door.
"Hi Mom!" her daughter greeted her cheerily, as if nothing was amiss. She was casually
dressed in denim cutoff shorts, white T-shirt and trainers. Even at this hour, it was warm
outside. Her nose was pinkish and freckled, as if she'd caught a touch of sun.
"I was wondering where you'd got to. Do you know what time it is?"
"Past bedtime, right?" Cassie was unrepentant. "Come on, Mom, you know where I've been.
Party in the park with friends, remember? You know party? Eats, music, stuff like that..."
"Oh, yes, those friends of yours," Mrs Carter grumbled. "How are they all, anyway?
Everything go off well? No accidents?"
"No, everything was fine. Well, maybe a couple of things..."
"A couple of things?" Mrs Carter's tone was sceptical.
"Well, Veronica and Elaine won't be cheerleading at the next game, I guess..." Cassie
seemed a little evasive.
Mrs Carter sighed. Or ever again, she suspected. "What happened this time?"
"Oh, you know. Mike said there was a mix-up about ordering the pig, so we didn't have any
meat. Ronnie's his girlfriend - well, was anyway - so we had to roast her instead. If you ask
me, he's been planning to toast her buns all along. She didn't look all that surprised either."
She grinned. "It was fun, though. We had to oil her up, you know how it goes everywhere,
and we were going to have to strip anyway for the fun'n'games later, so we really got into it.
Made it kinda difficult hanging onto the pole though. We let the guys do most of that."
Mrs Carter shook her head. Veronica, dear me. Her parents would be annoyed.
"What happened to Elaine, then? Sprain her ankle, did she? or did your 'friend' Mike decide
you needed seconds?"
"Oh, no, we didn't cook her, honest. There was enough of Ronnie to go round."
Mrs Carter sighed again. "Cassie, what happened?"
"It was an accident, sort of. With Jim's Shoggoth. At least, that's what he calls it. Looks like a
big Wookie to me. He *said* he just forgot he hadn't fed it...."
"Shoggoth? Big Wookie?" Mrs Carter was lost.
"Big thing, 'bout seven or eight feet tall. Really broad, y'know? And shaggy. Jim's science
project. It was supposed to get the leftover bits of the pig for a treat. Well, of Ronnie by then.
Did I mention how good she looked on that spit? Really suited her..."
"Elaine?" Mrs Carter hinted, driving her garrulous daughter back to the point.
"Oh, yeah, right. Well, Ronnie's on the barbi and we're all fooling around, she's got a way to
go yet, you know? There's music, drinks and stuff. Nothing hard, honest. Elaine and Jerry are
going at it on the grass when ol' Shoggy just grabs her off him. Should'a seen his face. Lucky
she was on top...."
"Just grabs her?"
"Yup. Slid her right off Jerry's dick and started eating her. Jerry was really burned, he hadn't
finished."
"Poor Jerry," Mrs Carter murmured cynically.
"Yeah, but that was okay, 'cause Jacqui got on and...got on, y'know? She's always had the
hots for Jerry. And they're like carrying on where Elaine left off, and Elaine's halfway down
Shoggy's gizzard and they're watching while they ride. It was really sorta funny, it - he - just
stuffed her right in, head first. She just sorta went 'glumph' or something and then we couldn't
really hear her. I mean, head and shoulders in first, he'd got her arms pinned. Then, plop, her
tits went down and then all the way down to the waist. Halfway in she sorta stopped for a bit. I
mean, her top half was in and her butt was in the air, legs all waving about, kicking. GREAT
legs Elaine's got, you know? Well, had. Can't blame ol' Shoggy for eating her, I woulda if I
was him. Anyway, after a while he gulps again and he's past the hips, her legs go in like
spaghetti. Slurp. Coupla seconds, there's just her feet sticking out and then she's gone."
Cassie shrugged. "And that's what happened to Elaine. Nothing much happened after that,
just the usual stuff."
"Sex and drinking, I suppose." Mrs Carter shouldn't really criticise, kids that age will play
around, but she wasn't at all sure she approved of the Shoggoth. In her day girls were not
supposed to be food for silly science experiments. "Such a waste," she said.
"What Elaine? Yeah, I guess. A lot of the guys prob'ly woulda rather she got roasted and
they got to eat her. Maybe Jim's not gonna be too popular..."
"And that was it? No more 'accidents'?"
"No. Well, nearly. The bit with Jacqui...that was funny."
Mrs Carter folded her arms. "What happened to her?" This was getting worse and worse.
"Oh, nothing, really. Just while she was going at it with Jerry, Jerry asked Jim if the Shoggoth
was going to eat her off him too. Like he was worried, right? But I think he got off on it, really.
Jim said no, he was full. Then ol' Shoggy wanders over, Jacqui's still humping away and he
gets her head in his mouth..." Cassie giggled.
Mrs Carter resisted the urge to cover her eyes. "He bit her head off?"
"Oh no, Jacqui's okay. We just thought he was going to. If was funny, she just kept on going
like the battery bunny, you know? I guess, what else's she gonna do? Not like she could run
for it."
"I suppose not. What did he - it - do?"
Cassie shrugged. "Nothing. Just sorta stayed like that a while, then he backed off, left her
alone. Guess he figured he'd had enough."
"And that's all?"
"Sure. Well, y'know, we had some fun, ate Ronnie - she was really good - the usual stuff."
"You won't be wanting any supper, then."
"Nope."
"You'd better get to bed, then. Everybody else is already - except me."
"Mom, you worry too much. I won't be late tomorrow, promise. I'm just seeing a movie with
Jill and Jacqui."
Mrs Carter frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm afraid that won't be possible. Your father's
having some business associates over to dinner and we'll need you."
"Oh shit. Don't tell me I've got to wear that maid costume again. You'd think Sally or June
could take a turn, they're big enough..."
Mrs Carter shook her head. "No costume, dear. You're going to be the main course."
"Me? Oh SHIT. Can't you do it?"
"Sorry, sweetheart. I had planned to, but I'm pregnant again." Mrs Carter patted her belly
smugly. "Quins, all girls."
Bummer. Nobody was going to give Mom the chop when she kept popping out litters of prime
girlmeat like shelling peas. Her daughters were always top quality, like herself: - pretty, good
natured and delicious. Famous for flavour, that's us, Cassie thought. She shrugged.
"Okay, if I have to.." She patted herself on her own firm, denim-clad rump, "I guess I'm ripe
enough anyway. How are you going to do me?"
"I thought a nice oven roast..."
"Oh, Mom! Can't I be spitted?" Cassie pouted.
"Don't sulk, dear. It's a formal dinner, not an outdoor barbecue. You'll do very well oven-
roasted whole. Just think how you'll look on the table, all brown and succulent, ready to
carve..."
"My mouth's watering," Cassie quipped sourly. "I can almost taste me. I still think I'd look
better on a spit. It shows the shape of your tits and ass off better."
Mrs Carter shook her head doubtfully. "I'm sure you'd be wonderful either way. I suppose you
could speak to your father..."
"Yes!" Cassie pumped the air.
"I know you can usually twist him round your little finger, but I wouldn't count on it this time.
This meeting is very important to him."
"Well, no harm asking, right?"
"No, dear. But not right now, he's gone to bed."
"I guess I should ring Jill, tell her I can't make the movie..."
"Not now, sweetheart. She's probably in bed too. You'd wake her up. Girls need their beauty
sleep, and that includes you. Off to bed now, and don't forget to brush your teeth."
"Mom!"
"And do make sure your pussy's properly shaved..."
"Mom! I'm not a kid any more!" Cassie pulled her shorts down angrily, exposing her
prominent pubis. "Bare as a baby's, okay? I'll be fine tomorrow, I won't disgrace the family."
She rolled her eyes. Parents!
"Sorry, dear. I suppose I do worry too much."
Cassie shrugged. Her tempers never lasted. "S'okay. Night, Mom."
"Night, sweetheart." They exchanged a brief kiss.
Upstairs, Cassie undressed, threw her clothes in the hamper, took a quick shower, brushed
her teeth, checked her nails and went to the bedroom she shared with the sisters in her age
group. She slipped into one of the communal beds with her three surviving quins, trying not
to wake anybody. Vicky stirred anyway.
"Cassie?" she whispered. "I suppose you heard? That you're getting cooked tomorrow?"
"Mmm" Cassie affirmed.
Vicky snuggled up to her. "I'm going to miss you, Sis."
Cassie almost said 'Me too' but of course she wouldn't. "Love you too," she said, giving her
sister a hug.
"Think there'll be anything left?" Vicky murmured.
"Oh, sure. It's just a small dinner party, few guys and Dad. They'll get the tits and pussy as
usual, some prime cuts, there'll be plenty left for you. You'll be eating my leftovers till you're
sick of the taste of me."
"Never," Vicky said loyally. Then, wistfully: "I'd love some of your calves."
"I'll tell Mom, she'll save you some."
"Wow, thanks!"
"Shh!"
"Sorry. Night sis."
"Night sis." Cassie curled up with her quin and got comfortable. It had been an eventful day;
she fell asleep quickly.