Female pig meets male wolf and foolishly accepts an invitation to dinner.

My usual disclaimers apply: snuff, cooking, vore. Trying to focus more on
anatomical feature specific to the subjects of the story (as in types of tails,
etc), as I feel that I've neglected such details in the past to the point where
the species of characters in many of my stories could be completely changed
with no noticable difference in content. Let me know if you think that I was
sucessful -- that is, if you care for this type of story at all.

Special thanks to Taxus for some of the ideas used herin.

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STEAMED VEGGIES
by Bartaugh

It was harvest time.

For professional farmers it meant many weeks of extensive work, but
for one little piglet girl who tended a fairly simple garden the labor
only lasted for a few days. Still, it wasn't easy working out in the
hot sun tending to the ripened vegetables and sorting them all away for
hours at a time.

Julianne wasn't the most attractive of piglet girls, but she wasn't
hideous either. She was noticeably plump, even to the point of being
fat, but not so much that it made her grotesque. It was really sort of
a pleasant plumpness to her, which matched her face: pleasant. Not
striking, not homely, just pleasantly plain.

The piglet's outfit wasn't exactly glamorous either, but then it was
tailored for function, not style. She wore a simple skirt, tattered
from frequent grinding against the ground when she knelt, a plain cloth
shirt that was sparse enough to keep her as cool as possible in the hot
weather but large enough to give her ample modesty, and a large-brimmed
sun hat so that her eyes would not be so fatigued from her time outside.

Despite the piglets relatively plain appearance and dress, her
presence was still of great interest to a wolf who watched, unnoticed,
nearby.

Finding a quiet spot well within the shadows, Vincent had taken to
watching Julianne's work for the past few days. He had a special
appreciation for her figure, in spite of what some might consider
imperfections. He often enjoyed when her back was turned and she leaned
forward to root out deeply-buried produce, giving the wolf a good look
at her well-rounded rump through her undergarments. He'd also enjoyed
when she stood to take a breath of air and pause from her work, as she
would stretch her body out and her bosoms would jiggle so attractively.

Today, however, was different. Vincent suspected that Julianne's work
would be finished today. For that reason the wolf decided that he would
make his move today.


Julianne lifted her head up and started to stand to lift a basket of
squash when she saw him looking her over, standing right in front of
her, his arms crossed and a pleasant smile across his face. He was
rather handsome, even if dressed in a simple outfit, and so Julianne's
surprise was not terribly unsettling. She gave a somewhat sheepish
smile and greeted her visitor, "Um, hello!"

Vincent gave a polite and small bow and returned the favor,
"Greetings, miss. I couldn't help but notice your hard work here.
You've quite a garden!"

The young piglet girl couldn't help but blush at the compliment, and
she looked about her work slowly, "Well, it's just a modest pastime
But thank you for your kind words."

Vincent laughed pleasantly in response and replied, "You are too
modest! Why it looks like you've the means to feed yourself through
nothing but your own hard work!"

Julianne gave a slow nod, "Well, that's true, I suppose...but..."

She let out a somewhat exasperated sigh and added, "...after working
all day getting the vegetables out, I don't know if I have the strength
to prepare them for dinner!"

Vincent gave a sympathetic smile, "As a matter of fact, that is why I
stopped to speak with you. You see, I fancy myself quite a chef, and I
would like to offer you my services in preparing a meal for you this
evening. All I ask is that you bring a sample from your garden with
which I can work, and that you allow me to share in some of your
efforts..."

Julianne looked a bit surprised by the sudden offer, and it showed in
her response, starting with stutters and stammers and a rather confused
look before she finally gathered her wits back together and gave her
answer, "W...why that's very generous of you!"

The wolf looked a little embarrassed and turned his head away
slightly, playing bashful, "Oh, think nothing of it. I'm just looking
for an excuse to taste some of those delightful-looking vegetables
there..."

Julianne gave a light giggle at the wolf's sly and charming smile and
she nodded, "I would love to meet you for dinner this evening. I...I'll
just need some time to clean up and I'll bring over some of my best
work!"

Vincent gave a smile and a nod, "Wonderful, it's a date! Now...I do
have one thing to ask. Your squash looks irresistible..Whatever else
you bring, I beg you to include the best selection you have from your
squash..."

Julianne gave a nod, "Agreed."

And so the two exchanged names, and the little piglet received
instructions to the wolf's home, and Vincent headed off, telling her
that he was to prepare his kitchen to meet her, and Julianne returning
inside to select which veggies she should be bringing her newfound
friend, and also to bathe herself before donning a simple, pleasant and
less-tattered skirt and a clean, well-tailored white blouse and heading
off to meet her dinner date.

Julianne had some concerns over her understanding of the wolf's
directions, but her worries proved unfounded as she soon found herself
standing in the middle of the deep forest facing a sizable, but humbly
constructed home in the middle of a clearing.

The abode seemed oddly quiet for the home of someone expecting a
guest at any moment, but the piglet's apprehensive knocks on the large
wooden front door were greeted within seconds. Julianne smiled up at her
host, then her eyes went wide in surprise from realization

Vincent gave another charming smile as he greeted his guest, but his
expression turned to confusion when he noticed her incredible blush and
shocked appearance. And then he looked deeply embarrassed and squirmed a
bit as he apologized, "Oh, I am so terribly sorry! I...I'd completely
forgotten to put some clothes on!"

Julianne didn't need to be told that the wolf was naked: it was readily
apparent from what she saw before her, making her realize that she'd
really not gotten a good look at the wolf before.

He was big. She'd seen that before, as he'd towered over her four
foot frame at seven feet tall. She'd not realized just how strong he
was, but now there was no mistaking the incredible muscle tone clearly
visible through his well-groomed black chestfur. His build was no less
impressive across is abdomen, and his legs were well-muscled also.

Of course, the real focus for Julianne's attention was between those
legs.

Vincent stepped back, but made no effort to cover himself even as he
explained, "I'm so terribly sorry. I normally cook alone, and my
kitchen becomes so hot that I feel better wearing nothing at all in it.
Please, accept my apologies. I do not mean to upset you; I shall fetch
some pants.

The wolf turned, giving Julianne a good look at Vincent's well-shaped
rump as his tail glided back and forth before it. And then she found
herself speaking up without thinking.

"Wait, no!"

Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned to face the young piglet,
who seemed to do her best to recover from her initial surprise. He gave
a warm smile and asked, "Yes?"

The piglet girl was blushing brightly at this point, and she could
feel her heart pounding in her chest as her mind raced to determine just
why she was saying such things as, "There's no need. I wouldn't want
you to be uncomfortable."

Vincent looked somewhat amused, but said, "My lady, you are my guest.
It is I who should do all that I can so that you are comfortable!"

By now Julianne had successfully hidden all sighs of her embarrassment,
and she reassured the wolf, "It's quite alright, really! I was just
surprised to see you in this state. There's no need to make yourself
uncomfortable in the heat of your kitchen for my sake."

The wolf gave a nod and a reply, "As you wish. And speaking of my
kitchen, let us go there and prepare dinner together."

Julianne didn't argue that point, and the two headed into the wolf's
spacious kitchen. Contrasted to the rather simple living room into
which Julianne had entered, the kitchen was rather well-furnished.
Countertops with all manner of cutting boards lined two of the walls. A
very large oven sat against another wall, and what could only have been
the entrance to a walk-in freezer was set into the fourth. Julianne
marveled at the assorted pots and pans hanging from the wall before
Vincent asked, "Quite a sight, don't you think?"

The young piglet girl turned to face her lupine host and nodded
slowly, "I've never seen such a kitchen!" She sat her basket of
vegetables down on a countertop and took in the sights, and also began
appreciating the wolf's lack of clothing more: she could hear a fire
roaring in the oven, and it was making the room rather hot.

Vincent nodded, rummaging through a collection of knives before
settling upon a rather small one before answering, "As I said, I am
something of a chef. Now, shall we start work on chopping the
vegetables?

Julianne gave a polite nod, "Of course!" She began sorting out the
various produce from her basket before she felt the fur of Vincent's arm
lightly tickle the side of her head inadvertently. She blushed and gave
a giggle as the wolf attempted to work the small knife, "Oh, don't
trouble yourself. I can do something that simple!"

Vincent turned to the young piglet and smiled, "But miss, I thought
that the purpose of this visit was to let me do all of the work so that
you may rest?"

The piglet took the knife from the not-quite-so-reluctant wolf and
shook her head, "I think that I can manage this much, and I don't want
to feel like I'm leaving all of the work to you!"

Vincent stepped back, watching Julianne work, staring at her thick arms
as they pulled out various vegetables and chopped them into small
bite-sized portions. He reached an arm into the collection of as-yet
unchopped vegetables and pulled forth the largest of the squash, setting
it aside and smiling, "Leave this one untouched, though. I have a
special use for it.

Julianne turned her head from her work. She had intended to look up at
Vincent's face, but she froze up at the sight of his waist, unable to
shift her field of vision after the shock of the sight.

The wolf was still nude. That hadn't changed. What had changed was
the sight between his legs. His testicles seemed to show more, as
though he was standing with his legs spread enough to make them hang and
sway freely, but the most stark difference was at the tip of his now
quite swelled sheath.

Spilling out of the swollen wolfish sheath, standing at a proud eight
and one half inches, was a thick, throbbing, reddish-pink lupine cock.

Julianne stood, open-mouthed, staring at the rather lewd display before
her. The sow's snout twitched and her mind clouded from the inescapable
scent of lupine arousal that overwhelmed her olfactory senses.

Vincent seemed a bit concerned at the piglet's sudden change of
attitude and he tilted his head curiously, starting to ask, "Young miss,
are you alri..." but he stopped when he looked down further and noticed
the cause of her surprise. Instantly embarrassed, the wolf started to
turn his hips and blushed profusely, offering, "I'm so terribly sorry!
This is so very rude of me! I'll cover myself quickly, please forgive
me!"

Julianne reached for Vincent's side, not wanting her host to be
uncomfortable in his own home, but his turning pulled his hip from her
reach, and instead slapped his thick, fat cock into her grasping hand.
Which led to even more embarrassment on both sides. Julianne froze up, her
fingers grasping around the slightly twitching member.

Vincent, for his part, looked mortified at what he'd done, and he
quickly whined, "I...I am so terribly sorry!" He started to tug his
hips away, but Julianne suddenly looked up and shook her head.

"Young miss?"

Vincent stared with some confusion and quite a bit of embarrassment as
the young sow gave a faint smile. Her hand slowly and gently rocked
around the wolf's member, squeezing subtly. And then she leaned forward
and inhaled deeply through her snout, taking in the wolf's unmistakably
aroused scent.

Julianne had never smelled an aroused male wolf before, and she found it
overpowering and intoxicating. She heard Vincent speaking to her, but
his voice sounded as though it was being heard underwater: unclear and
indistinct.

Vincent twitched and squirmed, unable to control his arousal or his
throbbing erection as the piglet girl's hand massaged at it or as her
snout nearly touched and sucked air from around it. He let out a
strained groan, and struggled to maintain composure enough to tell the
young sow, "M...miss...you needn't...I can simply cover myself...please,
there's no need...oooh!"

He lost control for a moment and broke down into panting and grunting
when Julianne's tongue touched his cocktip. And then she looked up at him,
as if seeking approval, and he reached to caress her cheek while giving
a warm smile.

"Young miss, while this is certainly not unpleasant...nor is it
undesirable...I have no wish to experience enjoyment at your expense.
If you are not fully comfortable with this, you should not feel
obligated..."

He stopped speaking again and let out another groan as Julianne made
clear that she felt completely comfortable. Her maw opened up and took
in half of Vincent's cock, tongue wrapping the shaft and muzzle suckling
lightly around the warm wolfflesh.

Vincent let out another groan and gently grasped the sow's head,
guiding her movements, but never holding her forcefully. He managed to
gasp out, "Of course...if it is your wish to do this...I will not stop
you..." His hips rocked lightly and slowly into the woman.

Several minutes passed of Julianne gently sucking on Vincent's cock,
head bobbing slightly and subtly. It was her first time, and she was
inexperienced, but the fat young sow did her best to learn and adapt.
And she seemed to be doing a good job, judging from the wolf's reaction.
He spread his legs a bit, which gave her room to reach forth with her
fat left hand and cup over his heavy balls, gently fondling and teasing
them, making the wolf tense up further. She drew back, snout twitching,
continuing to take in Vincent's overpowering aroused scent. She pressed
forward, struggling and tensing up somewhat uncomfortably as she tried
to take the wolf's throbbing, dripping tip into her throat. Each time
she started to spasm and twitch from the difficulty. Vincent's hand
held her head and guided her forward, encouraging her to keep trying,
but never stopping her from drawing back when she found the task to be
too daunting.

And so the fat sow gave the aroused wolf an intense, even if
unpracticed, blowjob for the next few minutes until Vincent felt his
orgasm draw near. He tensed up noticeably and started to thrust a little
more firmly into the piglet's maw. His head tilted back and he panted
rapidly, gasping and groaning at the sudden increase in pleasure. And
then it hit. The wolf didn't become brutal or forceful. While his pace
was quickened noticeably, he was still gentle in his grip on Julianne's head
and let her ease into the new experience as the climax washed over him.
Julianne, for her part, knew that something was coming, but still wasn't
entirely sure what to expect when she felt the first gush of thick,
salty fluid pour out onto her tongue. Not knowing what else to do, the
young sow simply gulped firmly, inadvertently sucking more firmly around
the spasming wolfcock lodged in her mouth. The stiff, pulsing member
lurched forward and poured its release almost directly into the somewhat
frantic sow's throat, which worked overtime to gulp down the advancing
liquid. The cock drew back, nearly withdrawing, spurting forth onto the
piglet's tongue, giving Julianne a taste of hot, heavy wolfcum. Having
little time to determine what she thought of the taste, the startled sow
simply gulped as fast as she could as the seed poured out into her
mouth, but all of her efforts couldn't stop some of the liquid from
spilling forth from her lips and dribbling down her chin.

And then it was over. Vincent slowly drew his cock from Julianne's
muzzle, the length already starting to retreat back into the wolf's
sheath. Julianne stared forward, seeming in shock, and licked inside of
her mouth repeatedly to try and seek out any remnants of Vincent's
sperm. She felt something touching her chin, and realized that Vincent
was gently dabbing away some of the mess there with a cloth. The sow
looked up at the wolf's kindly face, her body trembling lightly.

Vincent smiled, "That was quite pleasant..." Noticing her
shell-shocked appearance he quickly followed up with, "...is everything
alright. I...I hope that wasn't unpleasant for you. I did not mean to
make you feel obligated..."

The sow smiled -- albeit weakly -- and shook her head. She turned
her attention back to the half-chopped vegetables on the counter and
added, "...I...I just didn't expect it to happen, is all."

Vincent nodded, but still looked a bit worried. He gently rested his
large left hand on the piglet's right shoulder and said, "Well, alright.
I didn't exactly expect it either. But if you want to talk about it, I
don't mind. And if you'd rather not speak of it again, just say so."

Julianne resumed her work, now having to take moments to stop her hands
from trembling. Each attempt seemed to simply transfer the movement to
her whole body, which occasionally shook rapidly and uncontrollably for
several seconds, as though she were shivering from intense cold. She
swallowed constantly, still thinking that she detected Vincent's taste
on her tongue long after it should have faded, like an omnipresence
coating the inside of her mouth. She turned to the still
concerned-looking wolf and gave as best a smile she could, not wanting
her host to worry. It wasn't as though she had been coerced She'd
done it quite willingly. Vincent had even suggested against it -- it
had occurred more at her insistence than his. Even when she'd started
he'd been reluctant to let it continue, and he'd been so polite and
reassuring when it was over. She could hardly blame him for what
happened, but now that it was over she wasn't sure if she could look him
in the eye again.

"T...they're ready, s...sir..."

Despite her best efforts, her voice betrayed her intense nervousness,
yet Vincent made no attempt to draw further attention to the young
piglet girl's self-consciousness. He approached her, and seemed ready
to put a hand on her shoulder before sensing her continued agitation, so
he put his hands on the counter instead and smiles, "That looks like very
nice work. You've clearly had quite a bit of practice with handling
vegetables."

Julianne took a breath, still detecting Vincent's scent near her. And
then she smiled, finally allowing herself to relax, finally feeling the
pounding in her chest slowing down.

And then it happened.

It happened rather quickly, far more than Julianne expected. One moment
she was finishing her work chopping up the vegetables, and the next she
was yanked up onto Vincent's kitchen counter. Her hands were quickly
bound behind her back at a speed that must have required extensive
practice, and she was then thrown down so she was laying on her
backside. She gave a confused squeal, unable to articulate her
confusion before her feet were grabbed and her legs spread apart, knees
bent and ankles locked down into those strange metal protrusions on the
counter that were now revealed to be restraints. She tugged on her legs
once she felt her feet released, but she found her ankles rather
securely held down. She knew that she was trapped, but she still
squealed and struggled in a panic when she saw Vincent looming overhead,
knife in hand.

Vincent lowered the blade, and Julianne flinched and tugged away from it
as much as she should. The wolf gave a chuckle and reassured her,
"Don't you worry. I'm not going to cut you..."

It wasn't quite clear if Julianne even heard Vincent's words; she
certainly didn't seem reassured as the blade approached her quivering
form...but then the wolf's hand grabbed her blouse and roughly lifted
it, using the knife to cut into it roughly, slicing the fabric swiftly,
but still taking care to avoid so much as grazing her delicate skin as
the blade danced about the fabric, reducing her white blouse to tattered
ribbons which were easily pulled away to reveal the piglet's ample belly
and fat breasts. Julianne saw the blade descending toward her stomach and
let out another squeal, but it was cut off when the waist of her skirt
was lifted into the path of the blade, which changed course to slide
down and cut away the second piece of Julianne's clothing. The shredded
fabric was pulled aside and Julianne became aware of her curled tail
pressed up against her hands. The sensation was so unexpected that it
took another few seconds before she realized -- with much embarrassment
-- that her spread legs left her nude genital region well-exposed, with
no means for her to cover herself.

While the initial fear of being sliced open had passed, Julianne didn't
have a great deal of time to reflect upon the consequences of her being
stripped naked, as she was currently a bit more interested in finding
out just why she'd been treated so roughly. She started to ask,
"W...what's the meaning of thiaaaah!", the final squeal a result of her
sexual passage being rather firmly probed by a long lupine finger.

Vincent wanted to take some time and examine the now nude piglet, so
he kept his slightly wiggling digit buried within the moist porcine
pussy to keep Julianne squirming and squealing and not asking any questions
or trying to wiggle free. Her clothing had been loose-fitting, but even
without her slightly puffy blouse her upper body provide to be quite
fat. Her belly was well-padded from a lifetime of eating well, enough
to be noticeable yet not so much as to hang down in an unsightly fashion
over her waist. The wolf traced the fingers of his free hand over her
pudgy belly, probing lightly at her navel before moving upwards, cupping
her hefty right breast in his hand, thumb sliding over the nipple. She
had rather sizable tits, nicely plumped but not so heavy as to sag
visibly and both capped with a now rather stiff nipple. Her arms, much
as the wolf could see with most of them bound behind her backside,
seemed quite thick also, her shoulder bones completely undetectable
beneath the thick layer of fat covering them.

Julianne had managed to calm herself despite the distracting sensation
of a long finger continually probing her exposed sex and was now
squirming feebly as a strong hand held, felt and squeezed her shoulder
and upper arm. She swallowed firmly, still rather confused as to why
she'd been tied up and stripped naked, but not expecting that the reason
would be anything good. She gave a surprised squeal when the hand moved
from her shoulder to her left breast, fingers fondling rather rudely,
but she did manage to stammer out, "W...what are you doing?"

Vincent was a little surprised by the sudden question, but he did not
hesitate to provide a polite and honest answer, "I'm simply examining
you, miss. I do apologize for the surprise of it all, but I simply did
not know if you'd be willing to undress for me had I merely asked."

The wolf gave a chuckle and a pat to the fat piglet girl's belly and
chuckled, "No surprises here...but let's see what your skirt was hiding."


Julianne gave an embarrassed whine as the wolf rather thoroughly
examined her, blushing brightly as she felt the wolf's hands feeling all
over her plump form and now rather self-conscious about being completely
naked and looked over this way. She started to speak again, but a
second finger pushed into her sex to join the first, making her squeal
and writhe momentarily. Once recovered from the latest shock, she felt
the wolf's other hand on her lower left leg, squeezing and fondling
about. She shook her head a few times and remembered the thought that
had been momentarily disrupted, finally grunting, "S...stop that! You
could have just asked rather than ruining my clothes!"

It didn't quite sound as intended when Julianne heard herself say
it, and she instantly wished she'd chosen less awkward wording.

Vincent heard Julianne's statement and wished to answer it, but he
also did not wish to lose his current train of thought so he simply kept
in mind to respond as soon as he felt he was able. Presently he was
squeezing and rubbing over the porcine girl's left calf, fingers
pressing in and feeling the limb at various angles. Julianne's skirt had
hidden two very nicely-shaped legs that currently trembled and tugged
uselessly at the restraints, each ending in a thick black hoof; the two
of which clattered uselessly against the countertops as they wiggled
only slightly in the restraints. Each leg was well-covered with fat,
especially her thick thighs. As with her upper body, it was enough to
give the girl plenty of extra volume, but while her diet was perhaps
excessive, it was also healthy and led to legs where the fat added
padding that thickened them without making sections of flesh sag and
flap. Vincent seemed rather pleased as he probed and prodded the
squirming piglet girl's hefty thighs from various angles. Once done on
the legs the wolf slid his hand beneath the girl's rump and gave a
proper squeeze, feeling that her bottom was just as nicely layered with
fat as the rest of her. He muttered under his breath, "...very
nice...and now to examine the real treasure..." as Julianne continued to
writhe and whine under the wolf's relentless probing, thrusting fingers.

Vincent turned his attention to the reddened slit that two of his
fingers currently occupied. He slowly withdrew his now well-moistened
middle and index fingers and he used the thumbs of both hands to gently
stroke over the girl's groinal area. Like the rest of her, the piglet's
fat had enhanced the size of this region as well, albeit not quite as
much as other areas. Her sexual mound was a bit pronounced, the skin
there slightly more pink than on the rest of her body. Her labia lips
were fleshy plump, protruding and unfolding slightly and beautifully,
appearing quite fresh and virginal. The swollen button of flesh
above them seemed a little larger than average and now glistened with
moisture drawn forth from the previous finger-probing. Vincent gave a
broad grin, apparently quite satisfied, and he used his thumbs to spread
open the fat labia lips so that he could peer into the entrance of
Julianne's vagina and inhale her fragrant scent before inserting both of
his long index fingers and gently prodding and pressing into the
sickened inner walls that clenched and pulsated warmly around the
probing digits.

Julianne's face -- especially the tip of her snout -- was as bright red
from embarrassment as it could possibly be when she looked up to see a
wolf rather thoroughly inspecting and openly fondling her naked genitals.
Unfortunately, her bindings left her no choice but to simply lay and
take it, though she did give a few good squirms and struggles -- due in
no small part to the rather deep probing and massaging that Vincent's
long fingers gave her tight sexual passage. She felt the two digits
withdraw at last and she tried to think of something to say in protest,
but her thoughts were once more disrupted when a lupine tongue roughly
and firmly slurped over her budding clit, making her squeal and writhe
even more forcefully through her bindings.

Vincent stood at last after his quick slurp, and he took the time to
lick his fingers clean and enjoy Julianne's flavor as much as he could
from them before he gave a chuckle at the piglet girl, who was still
squirming in reaction to the brief but intense stimulation. He put his
hand on her thigh firmly and waited for her to calm before finally
speaking to her again, "I do apologize for not answering you right away,
but I was somewhat preoccupied. As you said, I could have asked rather
than ruining your clothing, but how would you have responded to such a
request? I suppose my course of action was a bit rash, but I'm afraid
that my plans for this evening do require that you be naked and I was
not able to take no for an answer." The wolf ran his fingers through
the tattered remnants of Julianne's blouse and chuckled, "As for your
ruined clothing, well...I ask that you trust me when I tell you that you
needn't worry about having to walk home completely naked this evening."

Julianne trembled, the plump piglet girl still tingling and panting from
the teasing her groin was given earlier. She squirmed against her
bindings as she made an attempt to close her legs even a little bit,
feeling extremely self-conscious about her exposed (and now quite moist)
sex. She struggled to lift her upper body up further, but had limited
success with her arms still bound -- though the fat sow felt that the
knotted rope holding them may not have been made inescapably tight and
she tugged at her wrists further to test this theory. She watched the
wolf turn and walk away before she thought to shout, "Plans? What
plans? P...please, don't rape me!"

Vincent was all the way to his large refrigerator, hand on the door
handle, when he stopped and turned his head. He gave an amused smile
and laughed, "Rape you? I do apologize for giving that impression!" He
opened up the refrigerator door and turned his back as he rummaged
about for something within, but he continued to speak clearly enough,
"While I do have a great deal of interest in your nethers -- hence my
inspection -- I assure you that my plans for this evening do not involve
rape." He turned and walked back to the bound piglet girl, who still
watched with great uncertainty as the wolf set down a bowl and large
brush beside her.

The wolf gently caressed the frightened piglet's cheek, thumb tracing
over her lips lightly as he added, "Besides, I think that I've already
experienced that kind of pleasure this evening...and you seemed to be
fully consenting at it, if I recall!"

Julianne blushed brightly with embarrassment, feeling more than a little
shame for what she'd done earlier, now that she was reminded. She
turned her head slowly and watched the wolf lift the brush and dip it
into the bowl, then pull out a thick yellowish substance that clung to
the bristles and dribbled down slowly like molasses. Then she let out a
squeal as the decidedly cold substance -- whatever it was -- was smeared
onto her left breast, deliberately tickling around her nipple.

Vincent paused, lifting the brush and letting the squirming pig girl
get used to the cold sensation on her breast before he spoke, "I do
apologize for the discomfort. I assure you that it will become warmer
with time. Just try and relax and everything will be quite easy."

Another stroke of the brush coated more of Julianne's thick, plump
breast, but she was ready for it this time. She still tensed and
shivered from the cold, but she maintained her composure for the most
part and just let out a seething gasp in response. She stared at where
her skin had been coated, which now glistened somewhat oddly in the dim
kitchen light, then finally remembered her train of thought and looked
back to Vincent to ask, "If...if you're not planning on raping me, then
what are you planning to do with me? And what's this stuff you're
putting on me!? And why were you touching me there!?!" She bit her
lip, not entirely convinced that the wolf's plans were shaping to work
out for her benefit.

Vincent gave another amused chuckle and deliberately tickled Julianne's
right nipple to lighten the mood, waiting for the piglet's squeals to
cease before politely and honestly answering, "It's honey." He very
lightly grazed the tips of the brush bristles over the piglet's snout to
let her smell the sticky mix as he continued, "And, as I said, I'm
preparing to cook the vegetables for our dinner, just as I promised."

Julianne stared at her lupine host, open-mouthed, clearly not convinced
that she'd been given an honest appraisal of the situation, at least as
far as it concerned her being tied up, stripped naked and now being
smeared in honey. Vincent gave an embarrassed-looking chuckle when he
noticed the piglet's continued confusion and continued his explanation,
"You still don't understand. I am sorry, this is my fault. I should
explain exactly how I plan to cook the vegetables that so you may make
some sense of all of this. As it happens, I plan to put the vegetables
inside of you..."

The wolf lowered his free hand to Julianne's slightly open sex, making
the young sow shiver from the light scrape of thick black clawtips over
her sensitive nethers. He gave a sly smirk as he spoke in a slightly
quieter tone, "...specifically, in here."

Vincent smiled at the piglet's reaction and removed his hand to
continue, "...and then I will put you inside of my oven. The oven will
heat up your flesh, and that in turn will cook the vegetables inside of
you. Your vagina will be plugged beforehand, to lock in all of the
moisture and ensure that the flavors are trapped within during the
cooking process, and once the vegetables are ready I shall unplug you
and remove them."

The wolf resumed slathering the naked sow's body with honey,
working quickly to lightly coat her skin in the glistening mess.
Julianne's expression had gone from primarily confused to primarily
terrified at the mention of the word "oven", but it took a few seconds
after the wolf's explanation before she started stammering, and nearly a
minute of Vincent's continued workings with the brush before she was
able to form a complete sentence.

"You're going to put me in an oven!?"

Vincent, now nearly finished honey-coating all of the flesh within
his reach given Julianne's position, smiled warmly at the squirming,
terrified piglet and nodded politely, "That is correct. As I said, I
will place you inside of my oven. The oven's heat will slowly you up,
and as you heat up the vegetables will cook within you. I do hope
that's a simple enough explanation, but if there's any particular aspect
of it that is still unclear, I will be happy to try and explain it
further."

Julianne swallowed firmly, now quivering with fear. She'd just been
told that she was to be put into an oven, and it was quite clear what
such a thing implied for her, but the sow simply did not want to believe
that such a fate awaited, no matter how obvious. Her heart pounded
rapidly in her heavy chest as she desperately tried to think of how the
wolf might be planning to allow her to survive such a thing, but each
second made her realize more and more how absurd the idea of her still
being alive when the steaming vegetables were served from within her
really way. Still, several seconds later, despite that realization, she
weakly whimpered, "B..but what about me?", not realizing that the sides
of her snout were moist with her tears.

Vincent was, at that moment, using the brush to even out the coating
of honey over the piglet girl's exposed skin, but he instantly paused
when his guest spoke and politely listened, and then answered, "Why,
what about you?"

Julianne bit her lip for a moment in response to a growing sense of
dread, and it took another few seconds before she was able to muster the
courage to answer a question that she feared would have a horrifying
answer, "...What will happen to me...while I'm in the oven? W...won't
that cook me as well?"

The smile on Vincent's muzzle grew, as if from amusement. He gave a
soft chuckle and answered quite cheerily, "My dear, you'll be inside of
an oven at over four hundred and fifty degrees, and you'll be in there
for several hours."

Julianne bit her lip. Her heart sank, and she tried to find some way to
deny what she knew the wolf would say, already knowing and dreading the
words that were spoken next before she even heard them.

The wolf gave a friendly and pleasant smile as he continued, "Of
course it will cook you as well! In fact, once the vegetables are
properly cooked inside of you, you will have been in the oven for so
long and at such a high temperature that you'll be completely roasted
from head to hoof, all the way to the bone."

Vincent paused, knowing that the sow would need a moment to accept
what was spoken, and so he gave Julianne a moment to sputter, stammer and
squirm uselessly in her bindings before she wailed, "N...no! Please!
You can't cook me!" The poor piglet was already sobbing uncontrollably,
and Vincent feared that he wouldn't be able to calm her fully, though he
would do the best that he was able.

A strong, black-furred hand caressed a porcine cheek, sliding upward
and playing lightly over the flap of Julianne's large left ear before he
gently replied, "My lovely miss, as I said, my intention tonight is to
cook the vegetables that you have so thoughtfully provided for your
garden. It is merely an unfortunate consequence that preparing them for
dinner in a fashion that truly does justice to the skill and effort you
have put into producing them happens to roast your flesh as well."

Julianne shook her head, bleary eyes wide-open with fear as she
continued her feeble struggles, weakened somewhat from the psychological
impact of the wolf looming right above her. Turning her head away from
him she whimpered out, "P...please...I don't want to be cooked..."

Vincent finished smoothing out the few lumps and bubbles of honey on
the sow's quivering skin before he replied in a sympathetic tone, "I am
sorry as well. Right now you are a delightful guest, and quite an
attractive young girl..." He leaned forward for a moment, his whiskers
tickling her cheek, and he sniffed her neck lightly and gave a soft
gasp before whispering into her ear, "...but even so, do not despair.
I'm sure that you will become a beautiful and mouth-watering roast."

Julianne cringed at the wolf's breath sucking the air away from her
neck from the sniff, and then blowing over her face when he resumed
speaking.

Vincent stood and continued, "You see, do not believe that your
beauty will be diminished by your time in my oven. Still, it is
undeniable that I will be deprived of any further conversation with you.
And be assured that I will miss that."

The wolf's explanation of his own sense of loss did little to
reassure the terrified sow. In fact, she started wailing rather loudly
for several seconds, up until a large red apple was suddenly shoved
firmly beneath her snout, wedged so tightly between her jaws that she
could no longer speak.

Vincent gave a calm smile and spoke apologetically, "I am sorry. I
know that it is rather rude to gag you that way, but I'm afraid that
there's little more to discuss about the matter. I know that you may
have further questions, so I will try to explain some of what I am doing
here in a moment. However, for the time being I need to heat the oven
up to temperature. Do wait here, and just try and relax. I'll be back
when I need you again!"

The wolf again brushed the sticky bristles of his basting brush once
over Julianne's snout leaving her writhing and feeling slightly sneezy as
the smell of honey somewhat overpowered her. And then Vincent turned
his attention to that massive oven, whose size now made perfect -- if
horrifying -- sense to Julianne. He added wood to the fire, and stoked it,
prodded it, poked it and generally tended it to get the blaze to the
proper intensity and temperature for roasting a young but fat piglet.
Julianne, however, wasn't taking the news that she was to be dinner rather
than a dinner guest lying down. Well, not once she managed to wiggle
her fat arms free from the slightly loose bindings around her wrist.
Initially shocked that she had freed her hands so easily, she quickly
sat up and found that the ankle restraints were easily unfastened with
her fingers. And then she turned, almost certain that Vincent would be
bearing down on her. But it was not so: he was still tending his fire,
as if waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature. And so Julianne,
who was a very heavy girl, did her very best to be quiet. Her first
order of business was to pull the uncomfortable apple from her jaws, and
once done she took great care not to make noise as she slowly lowered
herself from the countertop and made her way to the nearest door.
Finding it already partially open, she very carefully opened it up
enough for her to wedge her plump body through, not caring that she
would inevitably end up dashing through the forest stark naked and
covered in honey.

Well, she might have ended up that way, had she not chosen a door
that led right to a walk-in freezer. She turned to seek another path as
soon as the mistake was realised, but to her great dismay the door had
already closed behind her, and if there was a means of opening it from
the inside, the room was too dark to see it. Her teeth already
chattering, the stinging cold of the freezer seemed all the more intense
thanks to the layer of now hardening honey covering her body. She
shivered uncontrollably and let out a horrified whine; so afraid of
feeling the heat of the oven, it now seemed that she was to freeze to
death.

Very little time passed between when Julianne entered the freezer and
when the door finally opened up before her, but to the young and now
partially frozen piglet it seemed an eternity. So overwhelmed was she
from the apparent release from the cold that she almost forgot that the
wolf standing before the now opened freezer door meant to cook and eat
her. Almost. Which was why it took three seconds before Julianne yelped
out in terror after being grabbed up in Vincent's strong, yet
surprisingly gentle, arms and lifted away from the cold of the freezer
and toward the warmth of the oven.

Vincent gave a little laugh in response to the squeal and joked,
"Thought I'd lost you. That'd be an unhappy event! I'd have no way to
cook the vegetables! Now you just stay still, and I'll get everything
else ready."

Julianne had started to squirm and struggle, though the wolf proved
strong despite the forceful movements of the sow's hefty legs, and her
movements faded to a steady tremble as her mind was a bit overwhelmed at
the horrifying reality before her.

The oven was apparently up to temperature now. A fire was clearly
roaring away within, and the red-hot interior was radiating heat
throughout the kitchen -- rapidly warming the just recently frozen
piggy. The door -- clearly wide enough for her to fit through and then
some -- was wide open and a rack -- clearly sturdy enough to support her
weight -- had been pulled forth. A large pan -- clearly big enough to
contain her -- lay upon the rack, with a large pole curiously rising up
from it. Julianne's curiosity was a bit suppressed by the knowledge that
she was very likely to go in there, however, and she just held her jaw
open in shock.

She wasn't put in right away, however. The fat piglet was first laid
out on her backside on a table near the oven first, and by this point
she thought to resume her struggles. It was a bit too late, however, as
her ankles were quickly grabbed and lashed together rightly with a cord,
the knot far tighter and more secure than the one that held her wrists
earlier. With a strained sob Julianne lurched forward and desperately
attempted to push the wolf's hands away from her feet, but Vincent was
ready and grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms behind her back and once
again lashed them together in a binding that she felt fairly sure that
she would not escape.

Julianne gave another horrified sob, then looked up and started to beg,
"Please..."

That was all that she got out before her jaws were stretched wide
open and a red fruit jammed within. Vincent smiled politely and
chuckled, "I do believe that you dropped this miss." And then he was
gone.

But he quickly came back into view, and he was carrying the
vegetables that Julianne had so expertly chopped up earlier. She stared,
wide-eyed, at the veggies and gave a muffled moan, remembering what the
wolf had said about how they were to be cooked.

And her suspicions -- and fears -- were confirmed when a strong
lupine hand suddenly shoved a mix of chopped cauliflower, broccoli,
carrots, potatoes, zucchini and the other treats from Julianne's garden
into her plump, exposed sex.

Vincent took his time pushing the chopped vegetables into Julianne's
vagina, making sure that he got the handful in deep before withdrawing
his moistened fingers. He had a few more handfuls to push in, but he
paused a moment to allow the squirming sow to become accustomed to the
sensation.

"As I promised you, a dinner of steamed veggies. And if you'd tasted
vegetables prepared in this fashion before, you would understand that
this truly is the best way to cook them." He licked his lips for a
moment before continuing, "...there's really no substitute for your own
natural sauces to add a bit of flavor"

The wolf gave a somewhat devilishly sly smile to the terrified and
squirming piglet before he started to push another handful of vegetables
into her. Julianne gave another muffled squeal as she was forcefully
stimulated from the lupine fingers pushing the mix up into her clenching
and increasingly moist sexual passage, then she let out a yelp of
surprise when she felt his thumb firmly sliding over the swollen button
of her clit before succumbing somewhat to the growing pleasure. Still
clearly afraid, she couldn't help but moan through the apple and writhe
beneath the stimulating 'affections' of the massive wolf who slowly
stuffed her cunny more and more with the produce of her garden, and who
continually assaulted her moistened and puffy clit with each insertion.

Vincent took his time with his work. He stuffed in only small
handfuls with each pass and he pushed the vegetables down into the
piglet girl's vagina with no more than two fingers at a time to avoid
causing excessive discomfort to his clearly virginal dinner. As his
clit-stroking thumb teased out a sudden trembling followed by a sudden
rush of Julianne's female juices the wolf casually spoke, "It's good to see
you quite moist down here. It really will add to the flavor of the
meal. Now, my dear lady, if you'll allow yourself to relax, I assure
you that this is the last of the vegetables. And I must say that your
garden has provided me with quite a tantalizing dinner. I thank you for
your generosity in sharing it with me."

Julianne was still trembling from the sudden intense pleasure that had
wracked her loins moments earlier. She heard Vincent's words, but her
comprehension lagged behind by several seconds; even as she understood
the words that were spoken her brain lagged behind in putting them
together coherently. It was, in fact, after the last of the vegetable
mix was crammed into her now well-stuffed cunny that she remembered
where she was and what was to happen to her. She sat up as best she
could, watching Vincent lift up the one unchopped squash. And then,
before she was even able to let out another sobbing attempt at a muffled
plea for release she was again thrown off-guard by a sudden and somewhat
painful stretching sensation at her crotch. She writhed on the table,
waiting for the sensation to end, jerking her hips to try and pull away
from whatever was being held within her sex, but nothing she did seemed
to alleviate the discomfort. She looked up and saw Vincent's hands, now
empty, and she gave a strained sob. While she couldn't see past the
massive mounds of her fat tits or the bulge of her ample belly, she was
reasonably certain that her sex was now plugged up with her prize
squash.

Vincent noticed Julianne's tearful expression and so he gently caressed
the sobbing piglet's cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a tear. He
gave a reassuring smile and said, "I do apologize again for the
discomfort, but I need some means of keeping the vegetables, and the
steam that will cook them, completely inside of you. Just try to relax
and it may become easier to handle with time. Also, I apologize for not
properly pleasuring you down here with my mouth, as you had earlier
pleasured me with yours."

The wolf gave a gentle caress of his thumb over Julianne's cuntlips,
making her grunt and squirm, this time from shame. The wolf lowered his
hand, tickling her breasts, poking her belly and then finally teasing
her loins with his clawtips and then he continued, "But let me assure
you that I do intend to make it up to you. After I've removed you from
the oven, and I've liberated your garden produce from your moist,
juicy, hot and very well-roasted vagina, I promise to give your cunt a
true workout with my tongue. I saw how much you enjoyed sucking my
cock, and I will not hold back to show my enjoyment of eating your
pussy..."

The last three words of Vincent's short speech were spoken in a
decidedly darker and more sinister tone, as if the wolf wanted to be
absolutely sure that Julianne understood what was meant by them. The
tickling at her groin made her squeeze more around the uncomfortable
squash wedged inside of her, and the hapless piglet girl let out another
sob at the vivid implications of just what was to happen to her
genitals. Her awareness of her surroundings faded and she barely gave a
struggle as Vincent gently lifted her back up and carried her to the
oven. Her mind racing, she didn't even think to accompany her feeble
apple-stifled cries with anything resembling a struggle once Vincent
prepared her for the pan.

The wolf hoisted his sobbing, honey-glazed and vegetable-stuffed
piglet upward, then gently pulled her legs back and threaded her bound
ankles through the pole that jutted upward from the middle of the pan.
The pole slid against her rump and along her backside, and then Vincent
pulled her arms through it as well, lowering her down until she sat on
her knees on the warm metal surface of the pan, her back pressed firmly
against the pole.

Julianne knew that this was the end, and she knew that she should be
struggling and kicking and flailing as violently as she could, but for
some reason she just couldn't muster the strength or will to do it. The
best she could do was turn her head to the wolf who was pulling her taut
against the pole and give another pleading sob, tears sliding down her
cheeks and sliding along the sides of her snout.

Vincent remained unmoved by the fat piglet's cries, even if he
kept himself polite and as gentle as possible given the situation. He
used more of the type of fireproof cord that bound her ankles and wrists
to bind her neck to the pole -- though not so tightly as to cut off
breathing -- and then he used quite a bit of it to wrap just below her
breasts, and quite a bit more around her sizable waistline to better
tie her down to the pole, holding her in this kneeling position.
Finally, he spread her knees apart more, further opening up her legs and
better exposing her plump and plugged sex.

Julianne felt the urge to squirm rising, and her strength seemed to
return as it dawned upon her that she was just about to go into the
oven. The efforts all came too late, however, as she found herself
quite tightly secured in the pan, unable to even close up her legs. She
stared, wide-eyed, at the wolf as if still unable to fully comprehend
the horror of her situation

Vincent gave a friendly smile and said, "Now, just hold on a moment.
There's a few last things to do before we get dinner started." He
walked off again, leaving poor Julianne to sob helplessly and uselessly,
already feeling the intensity of the oven's heat against her bare skin
as she sat right at the entrance, shivering despite the warmth -- or
perhaps because of it. She saw Vincent return, and he sat two bowls
down upon the counter beside the oven before moving a bit behind her.
Then she gave a startled -- if quite muffled -- yelp at a starkly cold
sensation at her backside.

Vincent was finishing the job he'd started much earlier; brushing
over his fat little piglet's backside with the cold honey sauce, where
he couldn't reach in her previous position. He made several streaks
down her back, and then made the sobbing piglet tremble uncontrollably
as he quickly painted each of her hefty rumpcheeks.

Julianne felt a tugging at the center of her rump, and she closed her
eyes tightly at the realization that the wolf was tugging her tail,
pulling it just a little painfully. She whimpered, fearing that it was
about to be cut off, but then the appendage was released just as quickly
and she felt warmth at her left drooped left ear. Vincent's muzzle was
there, his whiskers tickling again, his breath slowly blowing over her
cheek, his voice speaking softly, "Don't worry, I've no plans to remove
it. I think that it looks rather cute. Now, if you'll excuse me,
there's one last thing I must do to prepare this dinner."

He left, but not far at all. He put the bowl of honey back down on
the countertop and took the second bowl -- which seemed to be filled
with dough, a suspicion confirmed after it was placed before the sow in
the pan and large black lupine handpaws reached in and began kneading.
Julianne looked down at the bowl, then up at Vincent, curious despite her
horror what further indignities she was to suffer. She found out
quickly enough. The wolf lifted a handful of dough from the bowl, still
kneading it with his long fingers, and stretched it out over her large
right breast, then heavy, thick palms massaged the dough over her soft
tit firmly. It was rather cold against the piglet's bare (if
honey-coated) skin, and the young sow started writhing in response to
the constant cold fondling, though her bindings prevented her from
making the wolf's job any more difficult.

Vincent remained charming as ever, even as he layered Julianne's bosoms
with dough. He noticed the sow's confusion and chuckled, "I suppose
you're curious as to all that I am doing to you. Well, given that this
is your body that is cooking my vegetables, I suppose you are owed an
explanation." He continued to knead the dough over the piglet girl's
fat right breast, smoothing it down, working out air bubbles and lumps
and making sure that the application was even all around the massive
mammary. The dough layer was just thick enough that it completely
concealed the sow's impressively-sized nipple.

Vincent reached for another handful of dough from his bowl and
continued his explanation as his thick black fingers drew up and
continued kneading the pliable, yellow mass up and onto Julianne's
remaining breast.

"As I explained earlier, the method that I have chosen for cooking
the vegetables from your garden will also cook your flesh in the
process. An unfortunate side-effect, to be sure, but sadly unavoidable.
So while your body will be a lovely pale pink when I put you in the
oven..."

Vincent leaned in again, sucking air in from around the fold of
Julianne's left ear, making her snout twitch and her body shiver
uncontrollably; the shaking only got worse when the wolf's breath blew
over her face as he added, "...and smelling so fresh and clean..."

The wolf stood and smiled warmly as he continued his speech, "...by
the time the veggies are ready and I take you out your skin will be a
decidedly deeper shade of brown, and you'll smell much more like roast
ham."

Vincent licked his lips. Julianne trembled and gave another sob.

"And while I personally find such a transformation to be rather
beautiful, actually, it unfortunately means that you will no longer be
able to serve as my lovely guest. You will, instead, become a rather
sizable amount of cooked pork."

Julianne's eyes shut tight as Vincent spelled it out. She'd already
known, but hearing it this way further wore away at the last vestiges of
her denial. She gave a characteristic pig-like grunt, mostly through
her snout, and writhed uncomfortably as her left breast was rather
firmly and throughly fondled as Vincent continued to apply and smooth
down the dough. Her face was rather well-moistened with tears, though
it was hard to tell where they dripped down, as they became a bit hidden
amidst her thorough coating of honey.

"And so, when I sit down to eat my dinner of steamed vegetables I
will have, as a consequence, an ample quantity of meat, from your body,
available to me. Meat that I could not, in good conscience, allow to go
to waste. Thus, as you might have guessed by now, I am not merely
going to be eating a delicious plate of vegetables this evening. I am
also going to eat you."

Julianne gave another horrified and strained sob through the apple. Her
left breast now wore the same covering of dough as her right, and
Vincent's hands seemed finished easing out the bumps, but she continued
to shake and shudder uncontrollably.

"Now, because your body is to be consumed this evening...", Vincent
explained, "...I have taken measures to ensure that it is presented in
as appetizing a fashion possible. While I could certainly simply have
stuffed you, tied you up and tossed you into the oven without a second
thought and still enjoyed a lovely slice of ham with my veggies this
evening, I feel that my honored guests -- who are providing so much for
the meal -- deserve a far better treatment. And so, as you can see, I
have arranged you in a position that I believe will have you at least as
lovely coming out of the oven as you were when you walked into my
home..."

Vincent leaned forward, his whiskers now tickling the sobbing sow's
snout, and he quietly added, "...In fact, I believe you'll look even
more beautiful in the next few hours." Despite the wolf's reassurance,
the sow simply let out another loud sob.

Undaunted, Vincent continued his explanation, "You've also probably
guessed that the honey is to add additional flavor While your own
natural flavor will surely be exquisite, the layer of honey will help
to seal in your juices, better preserving the natural taste of your
flesh as well as providing a faintly sweet contrast to the natural
tanginess that your meat is sure to provide. Of course, I'm sure that
the real mystery is over just why I've wrapped your lovely mounds here
in a thick layer of dough."

Julianne gave no real indication that she actually held any curiosity
regarding the strange covering she'd been given, but Vincent continued
on anyway.

"I assure you that your bosoms are indeed quite lovely, and pleasing
to the touch as well as the eye. The problem however, is that they
will soon be cooked, along with the rest of your body. And,
unfortunately, while a bust such as yours is quite a treat for the eyes
it is not, on its own, a treat to the tongue. The texture is rather
mushy, and that makes them somewhat unpalatable even if the flavor is
rather sweet. I've found, however, that wrapping a bit of dough around
them, as I've done with you, and baking the dough with you will create a
crispy bready shell. It adds a bit of texture to accompany your breast
meat and makes for an exquisite dessert course. So I just want you to
know that the dough is here to make sure that when I carve off your tits
this evening, I will enjoy devouring them at least as much as I enjoy
consuming any other part of your body."

The wolf gave a chuckle, as if Julianne had responded with more than
another strained and increasingly hopeless sob, and happily added, "I
admit, it's quite a bit of trouble to go through when my initial aim is
simply to cook the vegetables, but as I said, if you must unfortunately
be cooked with them, then any part of your body that can be eaten should
be made to be as appetizing as possible."

Being prepared for dinner was a horrifying ordeal, but Julianne still
hung on to every moment of it; every second that she was being prepared
for the oven was a second that she wasn't actually in the oven. Right
now, that's all that the helpless piglet girl had going for her, and
when the horrifying and excessively detailed explanation for all
that had been done to her body her mind raced, trying to think of one
more thing that Vincent would need to do before cooking her.

But there was nothing more. It was done, and she was ready. Vincent
gave a sly smile, said, "I'll be back to check on your vegetables in a
few hours; they'll be ready when I'm able to sink a fork down into your
thigh and it goes to your bone without resistance. I do look forward
to sampling them... along with a side of freshly roasted pork. I'm
thinking that I'll start with a carving from your leg." He gave the
squash in her sex a light prodding and pushed the fat, naked,
honey-covered, vegetable filled piglet girl into the oven to be roasted.

Julianne tried to stare at Vincent, hoping against hope for some sign of
mercy, but she couldn't keep her eyes open once completely immersed in
the overwhelming inferno within the oven. She barely heard the oven
door close through her muffled yet still loud squeals, and soon her only
awareness was of the agonizing heat searing every inch of her body. And
that was a lot of inches. She squirmed and writhed helplessly within
her restraints and her tense vaginal muscles squeezed uncontrollably and
uncomfortably around the vegetables within her cunt, the produce already
simmering in her natural juices; the part of the sow's mind that was
still functional rued her acceptance of wolf's offer to a dinner of
'steamed veggies'.

The oven opened. Julianne's tormented mind almost expected (as much
as it could expect anything) a gush of cooler air to wash over her,
just as hot air hit her when she was in front of the oven's open door on
the outside. No such comfort arrived, however, as she felt just as hot
and unpleasant all over as she did when the door was closed. She felt
pinpricks on her thigh, making her writhe as the sensation enhanced the
already seared feeling in her skin. She heard a voice, unable to place
it despite its familiarity; it sounded somewhat distant and she didn't
register the words until several seconds after they were spoken.

"I must say," the wolf mused, "you do look absolutely delectable in
there. I know you probably never thought about or expected to be
roasting in my oven, but you truly seem to be in your element here. I
expect you'll look even better in the next few hours."

He prodded her twitching, reddened thigh again and added, "...I won't
be able to eat all of you in one sitting, but I want you to know that
I'm very likely going to be carving out some meat from this leg of yours
first. I'm going to want to sample some of your plump belly meat
also..."

The wolf lifted the fork and prodded the sow's prominent belly for a
moment, then lowered his fork to her nethers and lightly tickled her
moistened nethers, eliciting a strained moan and weak writhing from the
bound and slightly heated piglet.

The fork dipped lower, gently prodding Julianne's now rather
sensitive vulva, then gently sliding and teasing her quite reddened clit
as he concluded, "But don't be concerned. I'll be sure to save room for
the real treat, right here! Your juices are already quite tasty, and
I've no doubt that your cuntmeat will be absolutely delicious once
properly cooked."

Julianne gave another strained, weak moan as the wolf retreated. The
oven door closed, and she was once again alone in the intense,
blazing heat that slowly cooked her alive. She spasmed, shuddered, and
suffered and baked inside of the oven, skin reddening as her awareness
slowly faded away. Her body seized up and she was dimly aware of the
vegetables jostling uncomfortably within her straining vaginal muscles,
and then her spasms and struggling tapered off, and her suffering ended
soon after.

Many hours had passed. As promised, Vincent had checked on his fat
little piglet girl within a few hours of her going into the oven, and
found her progress -- at that point a deep red and already rather
fragrant -- satisfactory. The passing of more hours led to more checks
of the piglet whose skin was gradually going from a bright red to a
faint brown, and then from there to deeper and deeper shades of brown.
The last two checks had a fork pushing at Julianne's thick left thigh. The
little piggirl showed no signs of discomfort, even as the prongs sank
down through her now rather dried out skin and even further through the
layers of fat padding the limb. This was the third probing of her
flesh, and when Vincent felt the prongs of the fork hit bone he knew
that it was also to be the last check. After taking a moment to put on
a pair of large oven mitts, Vincent carefully removed the pan upon which
sat the now sizzling, steaming and golden brown Julianne from his oven.


It was far later than Julianne had originally planned and the
circumstances weren't as she'd expected, but at last the little piglet
was at Vincent's table for the promised dinner date.

She wasn't dressed as she'd planned to be. She thought that she'd be
wearing her simple blouse and her attractive, even if somewhat plain,
brown skirt to the table. Instead, she was stark naked. Well, nearly.
Her hefty bosoms were afforded some modesty from the crisped up bready
shell that still covered them completely, though the dough certainly
didn't hide the shape or size of the thick mammaries that rested upon
her ample belly, which was also nicely exposed enough provide a clear
view of her navel decorating the center She wore no skirt to shield from
view her fat rump, which was now well-accented with her somewhat
crisped-up and still curled tail. The black hooves of her feet were
barely visible nestled beneath the two sizable globes of her propped up
ass. While her hooves may have been mostly hidden, her thick, heavy
legs certainly were not. Her calves were tucked neatly beneath her
hams, and her legs were nicely spread open wide to give a good look at
them from multiple angles. Her spread legs brought something else into
view as well, and she certainly would have been shocked at the thought
of coming to dinner in this fashion, with her cunt lewdly exposed for
all to see, but there it was: the swollen button of her moist clit was
prominently facing forward right above her somewhat puffed up labia
lips, which seemed to squeeze slightly around the squash that remained
crammed up inside of her vagina. Julianne was no nudist, nor was she an
exhibitionist, yet despite her rather brazen state of dress (or lack
thereof) the fat little piglet girl made no visible or audible
complaint. In fact, she seemed rather serene. Her eyes were closed
tightly, and she wordlessly held a large, ripe red apple beneath her
protruding snout.

The main course of the evening was also quite different than Julianne
had been led to believe. Hours earlier the piglet girl fully expected
to be at a table where a modest but tasty meal of steamed vegetables was
served as the only course. She'd never have guessed that the veggies
were a mere side dish, and that she was to be roasted to a golden brown
and her fat, cooked body served as the main course. She thought that
the dinner choices would be between zucchini, squash, broccoli and
cauliflower. Now, however, the tough choice was whether to the thick
steak of her belly, the juicy meat of her steaming thighs or even one
of her well-cooked breasts, now covered in a sizzling and slightly
crisp shell of breading.

That's not to say that Julianne had been completely wrong about the
evening meal. Steamed vegetables were indeed on the evening menu,
though -- like much this evening -- they had not been prepared in any
fashion that Julianne had expected. She'd not given much thought to how
Vincent would be cooking the veggies, but she would never have expected
to have her garden produce 'steamed' inside of her own vagina as she sat
in an oven, nor did she expect that SHE herself would be cooking up
this evening. But now it was done; a heap of now steaming vegetables
still lay crammed up inside of the piglet girl's cooked cunny. Her
vaginal muscles could no longer clench around the steaming veggies, and
the thick squash still plugging up the porcine sexual passage was all
that held the appetizer within the body of the main course.

Vincent slid a plate between Julianne's thighs, right beneath her
roasted nethers, and took a moment to enjoy the sight of juices dripping
down from her swollen sexlips before he carefully reached for and pulled
free the moistened squash closing up the entrance to the evening meal's
vagina. The piglet girl's cooked cunny remained stretched open even
when the plug was removed, allowing the fruits (or, rather, vegetables)
of Julianne's gardening labors to spill forth from the opened passage.
The chopped zucchini, broccoli, cauliflower and other assorted
vegetables spilled out rapidly, piling up on the plate, the produce now
steaming hot and coated with a fragrant sauce of Julianne's sexual juices.
When the last of the fragrant produce emerged from the piglet pussy,
along with a dribbling of the thick juices that now covered all of the
chopped vegetables Vincent pulled his plate back, took up a fork and
dug in, randomly spearing a piece of broccoli and cauliflower in his
first pass, both still dripping with the sauce of simmered sowhoney. As
Julianne had expected, the meal did indeed open up with the fine taste of
steamed veggies. It was a pity that she was unable to taste the efforts
of her gardening mixed with Vincent's skill in the kitchen, but the wolf
was certain that she would have been pleased with the result. The first
bite was exquisite; Vincent didn't have any special fondness for
vegetables, but Julianne's garden had undeniably produced a tasty crop for
the evening, enhanced further by the special steam in which it had
cooked and the juices that had simmered around it. The tangy taste of
piglet pussy seemed to perfectly complement the flavor of each
individual vegetable used in the mix.

Vincent consumed only a few bites of the vegetable medley before
looking to the main course herself, feeling that it was past time for
him to appreciate his little piglet friend as more than merely the
vessel in which his appetizer was cooked. Deciding that a dinner of
'honey baked ham' more or less required that at least some of the meal
eaten be from the hams, Vincent took up his carving knife and sank it
into Julianne's outer right thigh. The blade sank down through the
steaming porkflesh with little effort, and the wolf was able to easily
carve out a thick section of meat from the heavy girl's upper leg,
exposing a bit of the bone beneath as the hearty slab of meat was pulled
free and placed amidst the remainder of the vegetables adorning the lone
wolf's plate. It was quite a sight to behold -- thick, juicy flesh,
perfectly marbled with a layer of fat -- but Vincent's appetite took
precedence over his sense of aesthetics for the moment, and he simply
dug right in, cutting off a portion of the pork roast and sampling. It
was just as well that he didn't take the time to admire the beauty of
the meat, for the flavor was exceptional, even amongst young piglets
like Julianne. Extremely tender, delightfully tangy and sweetened just
right from the honey cooked into the skin, Vincent chewed up his first
bite very slowly to enjoy and savor the flavor of a young country girl,
someone who lived a simple and happy life, but one of abundance. He
eagerly sank his fork into the serving of ham upon his plate and carved
out another morsel of the pink, juicy porkflesh, and then another and
another, eating slowly enough to properly enjoy the meal, but quickly
enough that the last bite was just as hot as the first. And then it was
gone, Vincent had eaten all of the first cut from Julianne's leg.

The wolf looked up and gave a chuckle. He felt like he'd eaten so
much, and yet there was still so much more of young Julianne remaining.
The carving from her thigh, while ample, still left plenty of meat
waiting to be devoured on the right leg alone.

Vincent ate a few more of the vegetables, cleansing the palate
somewhat before his next course. Each part of the young piglet girl's
body had enough meat on it to last a day at least, but Vincent was
convinced that he'd sample at least some of everything this evening
before Julianne's remains were prepared for his freezer. Before that could
happen, however, while there was still room in his stomach there was one
more complete course that the wolf knew had to be eaten.

Vincent's sharp carving knife sank deeply into Julianne's tender,
roasted flesh right up at her inner right thigh. The edge worked
upward, along her groin, and then the full blade was plunged firmly into
the piglet girl's crotch region, right at the edge of her sexual mound,
until the wolf felt the tip hitting pelvic bone. He made a firm slice
upwards, jerking the blade in a practiced maneuver -- not seeing the
inner flesh that it carved, but knowing from previous experience just
how to get the cut he wanted. He slipped up beyond her pelvis, just to
her waistline with the black fur on his wrist brushing up against the
juices coating the lower part of her protruding stomach and he turned
the blade to the side, carving a horizontal slit right above the pelvis,
stopping above the other end of Julianne's groin. What little of the blade
that wasn't buried within Julianne's thick flesh flashed in the dim light
of the kitchen as the wolf turned the knife downward and made a second
slit, this one running the opposite side of the piglet girl's prominent
sexual mound, stopping just below the stretched slit that marked the
entrance to the girl's vagina. And then another cut, a second
horizontal slice from the second vertical cut to the first.

And then Vincent withdrew the knife slowly and watched the beautiful
sight of Julianne's carved cuntflesh sliding out from her hips and onto his
plate.

It wasn't an encyclopedic listing of the parts of the female
reproductive system, but it was -- at least as far as Vincent was
concerned -- the true treasure of any girl's body. Her outer sexual
organs were all represented quite clearly; the labia adorned one side of
the carving of meat, looking now even more like a blossoming flower
without Julianne's thighs beside it to put it in context, with the cherry
of her clit adorning it like second flower bud. Beneath the folds of
her vulva was the clear entrance to her vagina; her entire vaginal tube
was represented in the carving, and Vincent took some time to prod
within the steaming, fragrant passage to admire the sweet interior that
had so diligently and efficiently cooked his vegetable appetizer.

But he only took a little time, as his stomach was already growling
noisily at the sight of such delectable flesh before him. As per his
usual tradition, Vincent set his knife and fork aside and simply took
the entire slab of Julianne's genital meats into his large hands,
lightly sinking his claws into the soft flesh and feeling his black
fingerpads become drenched with her juices. He lifted the delightful
meal up to his face and inhaled its sweet sexual scents before pressing
his lips lightly against the opening of Julianne's vulva. His tongue
darted up to her clit for a moment, then probed into the passage of her
vagina, snaking through to sample her juices and feel her intense heat.

And then his teeth sank in slowly.

Vincent felt his front teeth sink into Julianne's tender outer labia
lips. He pushed forward slightly, hooking a few teeth into her inner
labia as well, and he used his tongue to help further separate the juicy
vulva flesh from the rest of the crotchmeat. His tongue licked upward,
sliding over the piping hot cherry of her clit, and his mouth
momentarily widened so that he could snap off the tender button. He
drew back slightly, keeping the remainder of the girl's cunnyflesh near
enough his nose to fully take in the scent as he slowly chewed up what
had been Julianne's entire vulva and sexual mound, then let himself feel
the meat sliding down his throat when he swallowed.

The wolf's mouth opened wider, then teeth sank into the now exposed
flesh of her vaginal entrance and chomped down, quickly pulling the
first of many mouthfuls of piglet pussy into his maw. He took another
bite, and then another, quickly munching away at the meat that had been
part of or surrounded Julianne's vaginal passage until his mouth was full
and he was forced to pause and continue chewing what he'd already bitten
off. Fragrant sexual juices that had simmered for hours coated the
wolf's muzzlefur as he took in the exotic flavors of Julianne's most
private meats, and then he swallowed down what he'd taken in, pausing a
moment to feel it traveling into his stomach.

And then he was at it again, resuming his meal with what was left of
Julianne's pussy. And there was quite a lot, at that. Sharp lupine teeth
rapidly drove into and tore away tender cunnyflesh and intoxicating
juices spilled forth seemingly endlessly onto Vincent's tongue until his
mouth was once again full and he was forced to take another break from
his chomping and munching to chew what he already had. Upon swallowing
the second mouthful down he was left with only a small portion of meat,
all that remained of Julianne's vagina. Vincent easily popped it into his
muzzle, chewed it up as best he could, and enjoyed one last swallow of
what he thought must have been the tastiest piglet cunt he'd ever eaten.

Vincent leaned back in his dinner chair, a bit exhausted from the
intense meal which he finished up properly by licking up the spilled
cuntjuices from his fingers. Julianne was a special girl, and she'd had
very special nether regions, greatly enhanced by her natural girth. The
wolf had eaten some well-fleshed porkers before, but none prior to Julianne
had ever given him a sexual steak that couldn't be completely devoured
in more than two complete mouthfuls. Patting his belly, and feeling
quite grateful that he wasn't wearing pants, the wolf idly mused on
whether or not he should have taken the girl's virginity prior to making
a meal of her, but in the end decided not to expend too much effort
worrying about such things that could now not be changed and instead
simply relaxed and recovered from the exquisite dish.

And then he stood. He stood to admire his meal's face. He leaned in
and lightly drew his long, moist tongue across the piglet's flat snout,
getting a tangy flavor there. He used his thumb to gently widen the
roast's open mouth so that he could pull the apple free and a thick waft
of steam escaped from the silent gape.

Vincent smiled warmly and -- while he certainly had no regrets about
what he'd done to her -- felt that he could have enjoyed spending a more
complete evening with this girl before turning her into a proper roast.
He looked in close at her head and nudged her left ear, though it
wouldn't move. Hours earlier Julianne's ears were soft and pliable, but
now they were both folded down over her head and rather crisped into
place. Vincent slid his tongue beneath the flap of darkened skin and
pondered crunching it up, but decided to save it for another time.
Instead he moved his mouth in and whispered softly.

"I told you that I'd be eating your pussy..." His tongue flicked out
as he sampled some of the juices welled up within her ear before he
continued, "...and I must say that it was, without a doubt, the best
meal that I have ever tasted. I do appreciate the effort you've put
into making yourself a delightful dinner."

His broad, black nose grazed her cheek lightly as he shifted his head
and put his lips against her own, his mouth opening into a deep, firm
and passionate -- if one-sided -- kiss. The wolf's broad muzzle seemed
to partially engulf the roasted piglet girl's smaller mouth, though his
cheekfur was brushed by her protruding snout as he shifted his head
about here and there. Vincent's tongue slid into Julianne's still steaming
maw as he furthered the passionate kiss as if showing affection to a
lover. The kiss was held for nearly a minute before the wolf finally --
and quite gently -- pulled away from the sow's open mouth, returned
to his seat and started chewing up Julianne's tongue before swallowing
the morsel.

It was time to resume the proper meal. Usually at this point Vincent
would have room for just one more course, but tonight for some reason --
even in spite of the extra flesh that Julianne's body had provided for his
previous courses -- the wolf felt an urge to fully sample two more
complete cuts of meat.

Her belly went first. Belly flesh always proved to be delightfully
tender, and Julianne had already proven herself more succulent than most
sows of her age and build. The carving knife pushed forth at the
roasted piglet's lower abdomen, then carefully carved out a slab of meat
from her tummy just over an inch in thickness, with her prominent navel
adorning the center. The flesh started to fall out of the girl's belly,
but Vincent caught it in his hands, holding it in his thick fingers,
bringing it to his face and taking her scent into his broad, black nose.
The aroma was like most of the sow's roasted meat, though the wolf's
sensitive sense of smell picked out subtle pleasant variations specific
to this cut of meat. And then he took his first bite from her belly.

And he chewed very slowly.

The belly flesh was more tender than her thighmeat had been. Which
wasn't to say that her hams were tough or stringy -- indeed, they'd been
delightful to devour -- but it was just slightly easier to sink his
teeth down into young Julianne's cooked abdominal flesh. The layer of fat
marbling the steak seemed a little finer than the fat of her leg,
perhaps because her daily garden tending exercised her thighs slightly
in a way that her belly never was. The taste wasn't quite as tangy as
the legmeat had been, but the extra tenderness seemed to make up for it
and so the wolf couldn't say that either cut of meat was better than the
other. He took another bite, the fangs of his broad muzzle sinking in
just inches from her belly button, more of the meat surrounding her
navel vanishing into his maw before it was chewed up and swallowed.
Vincent continued to consume the pork belly steak, eating his way around
the slab of meat until only a small morsel remained, her navel right in
the middle of it. Then the last piece of meat was popped into his
mouth, and his tongue pushed inside of the indentation a bit, playing
around before teeth chomped it up beyond recognition.

Vincent took some time to lick Julianne's porkjuices from his fingers,
noisily slurping them clean one by one until he could no longer detect
her flavor on his large hands. And then he looked to the remains of
the roast, still mostly intact and still quite clearly recognizable as
the lovely sow who had entered his home that afternoon The wolf gave a
chuckle and spoke to his meal as he lifted his carving knife once more.

"My lovely miss, you have been an absolutely delightful guest and now
a delightful dinner. I do thank you for providing me with such a
succulent companion dish with my vegetables this evening."

The wolf stood and gently slid the flat of his blade at the bottom of
Julianne's right breast as he examined the crisp brown shell that covered
the mammary and he continued speaking as if she could hear, "...and now
I'm afraid that I have something of a confession to make. I was not
entirely honest with you earlier..."

Vincent's large black-furred hand cupped over Julianne's right breast
completely, his fingers grasping the massive globe very lightly so as
not to crush the breaded coating, "...I did tell you that cooking the
vegetables inside of you gave them the best possible flavor..and I was
not lying when I told you that. However..."
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Vincent's other hand turned the carving knife's blade and pressed it
against the sow's chest, the sharp edge working right to where the
crisped dough met her body and resting there, "...I also told you that
your body being cooked along with them was merely an unfortunate
side-effect. I suppose that this is also true, but I neglected to
mention that I also prefer to cook my vegetables in that way because in
cooking your flesh along with the vegetables it gives me the opportunity
to eat the flesh of fat young porkers such as yourself."

The blade slid upward with nary a hint of resistance from the sow's
body. It rather easily carved the sizable piglet girl's breast from
the bone, though despite the ease at which the blade moved through
Julianne's flesh Vincent took his time to enjoy the sight and continue his
speech, "So when I invited you over to dinner, it was not only so that I
could sample the results of your gardening efforts -- which are
delicious, by the way -- but also because I knew from the moment I saw
you that I wished to serve your body sizzling from my oven and consume
your flesh. I suppose I should have stated from the beginning that I
wished to roast and eat you, but I was afraid that you'd not accept my
invitation if I had been so forthcoming..."

The blade slid more than halfway through the base of Julianne's breast,
and soon emerged near the top of her chest, allowing Vincent to pull
away the entirety of the sow's steaming, breaded mammary, crisp shell and
all. He took a moment to admire the beauty of what he held in his hand,
then looked to Julianne with a somewhat sly smile and quickly added, "I do
hope that you're not upset..."

Julianne made no indication that she was upset at all. She didn't
explicitly state approval over being kept in the dark in such away, but
neither did she offer any complaint, and Vincent took that as a good
sign as he took his first bite from her breast. His lower teeth
crunched into the crispy shell as his upper pulled moist, soft breast
tissue onto his tongue. He chewed slowly and sighed happily; the
breading had added just the right amount of texture to complement the
soft, sweet meat.

Vincent swallowed the first bite quickly and concluded, "I do think
that everything turned out for the best after all. You are indeed
delicious."

He slowly consumed the rest of her breast, taking his time to enjoy
the meal. One bite provide to have a slightly chewier texture than the
rest, and the wolf knew instantly that he held the disc of the sow's
nipple in his mouth. His tongue played against it for a moment before
he allowed himself to resume chewing it properly before swallowing it
down and then devouring the rest of the sweet breastmeat.

Julianne's meat thus far had been exquisite, and there was still so much
left on the roasted sow, but Vincent wasn't sure he could fit another
bite into his already overstuffed belly. He leaned back in his chair
and gave a hearty belch, closing his eyes and feeling a little groggy
from all the work of eating his dinner. In time he would chop off the
piglet's limbs and then gradually carve various cuts and steaks from her
torso to ready her for his freezer, but for now the wolf felt like
taking a nap. Reclining in his chair, the wolf rested a hand on his
full belly, looked up to the young piglet still steaming on his table,
and chuckled, "A wonderful dinner. I thank you for providing the
meat..." before he slowly drifted off for a nap.