Posted by PK on August 21, 2007 at 08:19:18:
I've been accused of writing overlong and overcomplicated stories, so here's one that isn't either.
Paul
"Hiya, Mr P," a bright voice said. The girl from next door skipped into the kitchen. "Whatcha
cookin'?" Ten minutes ago, I'd called her over the garden fence and asked if she'd like to help me
make dinner. She'd said she'd be round in a minute.
"Roast girl," I said.
"Cool." Wendy peered around. "I don't see any girl."
"You're the girl," I said. "Take your clothes off."
"You want to cook ME?"
"Sure. Can't have roast girl without a girl, can we? And, as you astutely pointed out, there isn't
another one here. Can you see one?"
"Nooo...."
"Well, there you are then. It has to be you. Clothes off."
"I don't know..." Wendy looked dubious. "I have to get naked? In here?"
"I can't cook you with your clothes on, now can I?"
"Nooo.."
"There you go, then. Strip."
Wendy frowned prettily, but she couldn't fault my logic. "Okay, I guess." She pulled her T-shirt off
over her head and slipped her skirt down. Shoes, socks and panties followed. Soon she stood
there naked as a needle but considerably more appetising. She looked down at her body as if
she'd never seen it before. "This is kinda freaky," she said. "You're really gonna EAT me?"
"Of course. Wouldn't be much point cooking you otherwise, would there?"
"No, I guess not."
"Up on the table, then. Hands and knees."
Wendy climbed up obediently. "What happens now?"
"I've got to give you an enema," I said. "Clean your insides out."
"Eeuw!"
"It's that or slit your belly and take your guts out."
"Double eeuw!"
"Enema, then?"
"I guess," Wendy sighed.
"Oh, don't worry, it doesn't hurt," I said, applying the greased nozze to her rectum. "Try to relax."
Eventually, we got the nozzle in and I started the pump. Wendy's intestines filled up with warm
water.
"Ooooh, that feels weird..." I reversed the pump and drained her. "Wow, that's even weirder."
After a few more cycles, the water was running clear. "There you are," I said. "All done. That
wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No," Wendy admitted. "Kinda cool, really. I'm all empty, like I just did a really big you-know-
what."
"Right. Now go and take a quick shower. If you use soap, be sure to rinse thoroughly. It doesn't
taste nice."
"'Kay." Wendy scooted off to shower while I finished making the sauces and dressings. She was
back in a jiff. "Just had a quick splash," she said. "I wasn't dirty, I already showered this
morning."
"Fair enough," I said. "Up on the table again, we have to oil and season you." Up she went.
"I was just thinking," Wendy said as I rubbed seasoned cooking oil into her back, "You can't have
all of me for dinner, can you? I'm too big for one meal. Not like I'm fat or anything, but..."
"Quite right," I said. "I'm inviting a few people round. I'll make sure I get your best bits though."
Wendy's eyes widened and she looked at me in mock scandalisation. "You're going to eat my..?"
Her hands reached defensively for her pussy.
"Would you rather somebody else ate it? Somebody has to. Can't let it go to waste, can we?"
Wendy dipped her hand in a pot of marinade and started applying it to her legs. "Guess not," she
admitted. "Just feels funny thinking about it."
It was fun getting Wendy prepared and she giggled a lot, but eventually we got it done. I pumped
a bit of stuffing up her back passage and slipped a greased carrot into her pussy. 'Keeps it
moist,' I explained. She wriggled a bit as it went in. I slid the roasting tray out of the oversized
oven I had. "Just climb in there," I said.
"I won't fit in that," she said.
"Yes, you will. Kneel down and tuck your legs under you and put your arms by your sides. Here,
I'll show you." With a little bit of coaching, Wendy fitted herself in, head down.
"What happens now?" she asked, voice slightly muffled.
"You get cooked and we eat you," I said. "It's not rocket science." I slid the tray into the oven and
shut the door. I set the timer and turned the oven on.