As she turned on the spit, Hermione had a bit of a problem going on in her head. She had just fucked a guy that was not Ron, nor anyone she knew intimately, or knew at all. She had a strangers cum in her ass and pussy, as well as her stomach. And she liked it.
 
 After her last round in the oven, Hermione was more popular than ever. She was wanted by the groups of people at the restaurant, but because of the magic in the box, she couldn't go through the ordeal again for a month. Something about her body not being able to handle the stress so often or something like that. More than a few customers had to be escorted out because they wanted to have a taste of her flesh, and wouldn't take no for an answer.
 
 Eventually, her boss finally acquiesced, and put the first ever meat girl holding list. For a fee, customers could be sure they get first dibs on her meat, in the process of a list. That way, someone could reserve her for a year from then if they so chose, so long as the month they wanted was free. Hermione never felt such a rush of pleasure from anything before. Knowing that so many people wanted her, and that there was only so much to go around.
 
 After going home the morning after she was cooked, she did feel a bit sore, rather hot, and her muscles popped and cracked every time she moved them. Of course a rough session of lovemaking with Ron didn't help matters to be honest. She indeed spent the next two whole days in bed, utilizing spells and charms whenever Ron would pop over to check on her. Finally, one morning she felt better and started about her day.
 
 That night, she apparated into work and was told to work the bar that night, mostly because apparating took almost everything out of her that she had stored up for the last 2 days.
 
 As she stripped down naked as she always did, she thought about the experience from the last night she worked. How the heat felt hugging her body, feeling her meat cook, her body steam. And she began playing with herself again. She heard the clock strike the hour and had to force herself to stop and get to work. She hadn't worked the bar before, but was given a book shortly after she started on how to make most drinks. It was far simpler than potion making so she knew she could do it with no problem.
 
 Just before she went behind the bar, her manager steps out in front of her. "Here Granger." he says gripping one of her luscious breasts and traces a pattern along it with his wand. When she looks down, after the pleasure fades, her name is tattooed on her tit, and the word "Bartender" right underneath.
 
 "Thank you sir." she says and heads behind the bar to the many men and women who wanted her. She made sure to put on a show, after all, that's what she was paid for, and everyone ate it up. This was the first experience of someone having to be escorted out as well. One of the patrons was drunk, though she kept pouring him drinks as he asked for them, not knowing that she should have a cut off point.
 
 "Heeeeeyyyyy girleeeeee" he says sloshing his drink around the counter. "Howz boot yoo let me geet ya tonight" he says pointing at his belly. "I cood yoose a hotty meel like yoo"
 
 Hermione backs up from the man and shakes her head gently with a smile. "No sir, i'm sorry, I'm not on the menu for another month." she says as she heads to the next customer in line. She chats and lets him feel her breast a bit, while another man reaches over and cups her ass. She gives a soft moan and pours another drink before she hears a crash. She whirls around and reaches for her wand on instinct before remembering it was in her clothes in the break room.
 
 The man had slammed his glass down on the counter, sending glass flying everywhere. He proceeded to climb over the counter and wrap his arms around her. "Girleee" he says grinding his hips against her. "Yoo beee mayun" He says squeezing her breast causing the flesh and meat to push out between his fingers. He reeked of alcohol and she learned a valuable lesson about cutting people off.
 
 The manager stepped out of his office just in time to see the man land on the ground. Hermione pushed her hand forward, curled it into a fist and slammed her elbow into his belly. This caused him to double over in pain and let her go, she stumbled forward, grabbed him by the shoulders, stood him up, turned him around and kicked him square in the balls. Through a combination of magic and her own rage at what he had tried to do, he went flying through the bar and landed face first on a table, splintering it.
 
 He got up a minute later and tried to head back to the bar, only to be stopped by the security wizards and escorted out of the building. Hermione stood by the rack of drinks and held her hand to her chest. She was afraid of what would happen to her now, seeing as she hurt one of the customers. She gulped when she saw her manager come over to her and raised her hands in the air like she was being arrested.
 
 "Our newest meatgirl ladies and gentleman!" he shouts. "This is quite refreshing, most girls don't fight back like this one did, I am proud of her." he says and pats her on the head.
 
 The bar cheered and hollered for her when she was released and she spent the rest of the night with a strict cut off point. Most of the patrons who were there at the time abided by it, though a few tried to sneak one more out. She, however, was smarter than that and didn't let them phase her.
 
 She continued to work in the restaurant, getting complimented and teased, flirted with and groped for her entire shift. She had a windfall of money from it as well, though she told Ron that she worked in a restaurant that she wasn't allowed to tell her family or friends about because the management felt it would be a distraction to her work if someone she knew showed up there.
 
 Having lived in secret his whole life, Ron understood this and didn't pry any further.
 
 One day, after getting out of the shower, Hermione padded around her home naked. It was strange in the last 2 months, she had worn clothes less and less, and now only wore them when she was going to be with Ron, every other time she went without. She heard a pop in the living room and saw that she had been scheduled that evening to work the meat shift. It was what the restaurant called the shift when someone was on the menu for the evening. She bounced around happily when she saw her name on the meat shift. She wondered who would eat her, who would order her next, who would get to taste her as she got ready for work, which included sitting on her butt and doing her required exercises.
 
 Shortly after she finished her first exercises, she heard another pop and her picture floated down from above her. Stamped across her face was the word "Ordered"
 
 "Well that was fast" she says feeling the sensation in her gut, her pussy moisten and her nipples harden. She couldn't wait for tonight when she'd be able to feel that wonderous heat again. At times she'd find herself staring at her own oven and running her butt against it with the heat on so she can remember what it felt like, and now she wouldn't have to wait any longer.
 
 When she got into work that night, her boss was there with a smile on his face. "I've got news Granger." he says gesturing her into his office. "This client that ordered you is a high profile client." he says sitting behind his desk.
 
 A blush spreads across her cheeks when she realizes that she had attracted a rich and powerful man. Granted he only wanted her meat, but it was still a huge honor to be chosen by someone who was on top of the wizarding world. "Yes sir." she says running her hand up and down her silky thigh gently.
 
 "I want you to do absolutely anything he wants." he says leaning forward. "No matter what it is, you do it, his presence here could mean we get so much higher up on the food chain so to speak." he says looking her straight in the eyes. "I'm counting on you."
 
 A surge of pride swelled through her chest and she nodded vigorously. "Yes sir. You can count on me" she says giving a little salute. "I'll do anything he says."
 
 "Good girl, because he has a habit of playing with his food." The way he said this made it quite clear what this client had in store for her. The blush she had was just beginning to go away but it came back in full force now, spreading from her cheeks down to her neck and all the way up to her forehead.
 
 "A-a-alright sir." she says nervously, though she couldn't deny that the idea excited her just a bit. She padded out into the restaurant with a piece of parchment paper clutched in her hand for the healer on standby. He gave her some pepper up potion before patting her on the rump and sending her back to work. She makes a quick stop by the break room to grab her wand. She uses the same spell her boss used to write SOLD across her breasts and happily went back to serving customers.
 
 A few looked at her hopefully but then saw the word on her full bouncing breast. Their faces fell but they smiled again and chatted with her happily. She had nearly forgotten about what was to come when she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around, there was a handsome man standing there. Impeccably tailored suit, perfectly cut hair and a smile that could light up a whole room. She swooned.
 
 "Miss Granger?" he asks curiously.
 
 "Y-y-yes sir." she says looking him over in his suit.
 
 "I am the one who bought you tonight." he says running his fingers lightly along her breast meat, causing goosebumps to erupt along the trail.
 
 "Yes sir, it is my pleasure to be your dinner tonight." she says leaning in slightly so his finger presses her nipple into her breast like a button.
 
 Suddenly, he takes her by the back of her head and slams their lips together. Hermione's eyes widen as wide as they can go and she flails a bit, but then he cups her breast and she calms down. Her eyes close and she leans into the kiss. Her mouth opens and his tongue snakes its way inside and touches hers as his hands glided along her body up to her neck. She soon felt something soft wrap around her neck and gasped when it clicked into place.
 
 When he steps back, he casts a mirror spell and she sees a shiny collar on her neck. "Get on all fours." he says and she slowly obeys his command, kneeling down on all fours in front of him. Her collar glows and a line of magic slinks from the collar to his hand.
 
 He leads her along, going around the restaurant, letting everyone see her walk like a dog, seeing her for the meat animal she really was. All along behind her, was a trail of arousal, once again, dripping from her sopping pussy. She loved being treated this way, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was all those years of having to be strong as a defense finally crumbled leaving the scared dependant person she was inside.
 
 After a lap of the restaurant, the man leads her to the same inspection room that Cho had inspected her in the previous month. She looks up when he tells her to and he takes off his jacket. There was a deep burning in her loins as he began taking his suit off. She had never felt this way before, the raw unfiltered feeling of need she felt for this man was incredible.
 
 "Come forward meatgirl." he says when his fine mucular upper body was completely exposed to her. "And take out my dick."
 
 "Yes sir." she says crawling forward slowly. "Just to let you know sir, i'm a virgin." she says as her hand slides up his pants leg and cups his cock through his suit pants.
 
 "That doesn't matter to me, it will be broken tonight before you go over the fire." he says gasping when she cups him. "It won't matter anyway, it'll all be back just how it was this morning." he says as he hears the clink of his belt being pulled off.
 
 With a start, she realized he was right, she could get sex so long as she was eaten after. A smile formed on her lips and a plan that Ron would never find out about began to form itself in her head. As she pulled down his pants, she was not disappointed in what she saw. It was long and hard, it smacked her in the face when it was freed and she didn't even know if she could take it inside of her.
 
 "You have a lovely cock sir." she says licking her lips at the sight of it.
 
 "Good girl." he says patting her on the head and pulling it closer to the tip of his cock. She licks her lips one more time before sticking her tongue out and drawing the cock into her mouth. The taste was indescribable. The feeling of the smooth flesh sliding along her lips, the feel that she was pleasuring someone else, even a total stranger, the feel of how much power this wizard had in the world and he was focusing it all on her.
 
 She knew she was doing a good job because his breathing was getting heavier. In preparation for having sex with Ron, she had gotten online and looked up the proper videos for this act, as well as reading many books on the topic. More often than not, she passed out from exhaustion after pleasuring herself so much at what she was seeing.
 
 She gave the base of the cock a light nibble, and he gasped, tightening his grip on her hair painfully tight but he was enjoying it nonetheless. She pulled back and rested her lips behind the ridge of the head to swirl her tongue around the head before she began swallowing it back down again. She pulled as much of it down as she could and pressed her nose into his pubic mound.
 
 It was the first cock she had ever sucked, and he could tell, but it was still enjoyable, it was the act of control that got to him as well as the stimulation he experienced. He grips the sides of her head and holds her in place. She looks up at him just in time for him to start humping her mouth hard. She gags at first but opens her throat and lets him take her however he wants her. His balls slap against her chin and she moans gently when he tightens his grip on her face.
 
 He slams his cock home, making his balls bounce off her chin once more, then rest into place as he twitched and filled her mouth with his cock. She stared up at him, buried to the hilt on his cock and her eyes began rolling into the back of her head. It was a slow roll, her pupils dilating as his hand covered her nose and she was unable to breath. As her pupils pass her eyelids, she can feel his cock swelling in her throat, and spewing his cum straight down it as well. Just as it was the whites of her eyes and the red of her veins, he pulls back, letting a rush of welcome air into her lungs. She takes a deep breath and swallows more of his cum as he sprays it on her tongue, painting it white before firing the last shot of cum on her face.
 
 She coughs and splutters as he came in her throat but she couldn't deny that it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her life. She looked up at him and carefully cleaned him up with her tongue and swallowed down the excess. "THat was delicious sir." she says licking her lips clean.
 
 "Good girl." he says as he reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a potion. He chugs it down and his slowly deflating cock springs back to attention. She stuck her tongue out like a dog when she saw this in person, having only seen it in potion books before. "Lay down girl." he says and she lays back on the table and spreads her legs.
 
 "Take me sir." she says giving him her best pleading look.
 
 He steps between her legs and starts tapping her button with the tip of his cock. "As you wish meat girl." He says as she jumps and moans with every tap. He presses his cock head to her ass hole and begins to slowly push inside her, using her own saliva as lube. As it penetrated inside her, she began to moan, she had let Ron in there the last few times they were together and they both enjoyed it immensely.
 
 The man reached down and grabbed her breast with one hand and held onto her hip with the other for balance. He moved her breast around, squeezing and kneading it while he thrusted in and out of her ass. Her moans echoed through the room as she bounced back and forth on the table. His cock hilted within her every thrust and stretched her hole further with every one as well. "Oh MERLIN." she shouts as she cums from the pleasure and covers his abdomen in her sticky juices.
 
 "That's it meatgirl, cover your master." he says as he pulls on her magical leash so she is sitting up. He takes a break from thrusting to kiss her and then lets her go, causing her to slam against the table. Her back bounces off the table a bit and she gasps at the pain that emanated from her spine but she ground her ass into the mans cock anyway.
 
 "Oh please, fuck me sir." she shouts as she feels the warmth spread from her bowels as he came hot and heavy into her rump. She was almost done, she was exhausted, she was tender, and she wanted to cook. Then she saw the cock in front of her face.
 
 "Clean me off, we have one more round to go before dinner." Her face scrunched up as she didn't really want to taste her own ass, regardless of whether it had been cleaned thoroughly before work. Nevertheless, she opened her mouth and cleaned it off with her tongue, surprisingly ok with how it tasted.
 
 He presses a button on the wall and orders two ice waters, preferring to keep his head during this, and runs his hands over her body, not saying a word to her as he does so, just lets her relax and let her heart rate return to normal.
 
 The waitress brings the drinks and bows out of the room, the same one from the last time Hermione got eaten. Hermione chugs down her drink in order to help calm her racing heart and is happy when the glass refills itself allowing her to drink her fill.
 
 "Alright meatgirl, assume the position." he says setting his glass down and moving behind her on the table.
 
 "Yes sir." She says getting up on all fours. She wiggles her rump back and forth for his entertainment.
 
 She looked back at the man who would take her virginity and suddenly felt fear, how much pain would she feel? How much would this hurt to have her one sacred thing taken from her for the first time, let alone the second, or third. As he grabbed her hips again, she knew she'd find out soon enough.
 
 As the tip of his cock entered her, she no longer cared, her lips began stretching to accomodate it and she loved the feeling as the cock entered her, slowly pushing into her regardless of what was in the way. It stopped for about half a second before it pushed forward and broke her virginity, sending a small trickle of blood down his shaft.
 
 It was a swift pain like a knife was slammed into her abdomen and ripped back out again, and she gasped because of it. Then the pleasure in her bowels filled her with unimaginable feelings. She felt like if someone were to harness the energy of this feeling, it would power the world for years. She moaned loud and hard as he started pistoning back and forth against her, her head falls to look at her dangling breasts as she is fucked.
 
 She feels a tug on her head as the man takes a handful of hair and pulls her head up. She is now staring into a mirror. "Meatgirl, I want you to see the man who took your first virginity." He says commandingly. "You are to look on this face and remember it as the one who took you first."
 
 Her eyes widen as she is now being dominated both physically, and mentally. This man wanted her to remember him even after her meat was digesting in his belly. And it was working. Her mind was even now constructing a place for him inside it, where he would remain forever. Where her boyfriend was supposed to be, and where, up until just this morning, she assumed he would have been.
 
 For the next half hour, Hermione's voice slowly gave out, until she was just giving off raspy moans. She was continuously getting her hair pulled, her ass smacked and her pussy pounded. Finally, she felt him pull almost all the way out, and slam back in. The feeling of such force, as well as his balls slapping against her, made her eyes roll into the back of her head and she fell forward, just barely feeling the hot feeling in her belly of his cum filling her womb.
 
 Her breasts hung off the table as the last thrust he gave caused her to cum once again and the feeling of exhaustion intensified within her. Her eyes fluttered and she passed out in the inspection room. When she woke up a few moments later, she had a cock in her mouth. She moaned softly and ran her tongue over it tasting something sweet that she had never tasted before. When she looked up at the man who bought her, she realized it was her own cum she was tasting.
 
 When he slipped his softening cock out of her mouth, she let out a cute little burp and blushed when she realized what she had done. He got dressed and gestured for her to stand up. She bowed to him when she was upright and he caressed her breast again, then her thigh. "I think I know what i'm starting with." he says clipping an envelope to her nipple with his order in it. She gasped when the teeth of the clip bit into her nipple.
 
 She walks back through the restaurant, her legs wobbling as she felt amazing after her first serious fucking. She could barely walk, or talk, everyone who came across her just got a giddy smile in return as she made her way to the kitchens. Anyone who knew her and her group of friends would probably equate her to Luna Lovegood with the way she was absently smiling as she pushed her way into the double doors of the kitchen.
 
 The kitchen staff welcome her back and take her hands to guide her to her seat to wait while preparations would be completed. She gasps back to reality when the clip is removed and her order is read. "Have fun?" they asked curiously noting the bit of cum leaking down her leg.
 
 "More than I've had in years." she says thinking about the handsome man who had taken her virginity.
 
 `"How do you feel about having something long and hard shoved up your ass?" another asks causing Hermione to sit up straight.
 
 "What do you mean?" she asks excitedly. If her breasts were the first thing she liked played with, her ass was a very close second.
 
 The chef who spoke to her walks out from a cabinet hovering a long thick metal pole in front of him. "You were ordered as a spit roast." he says simply.
 
 Hermione's eyes widened and her pussy moistened. "I want it inside me." she says as she turns around and shakes her rump. A very small part of her still couldn't believe she was doing all this but it was turned on as well.
 
 "Soon meatgirl, we've got a few preparations to do before we can spit you." one of the chefs said. "You can do whatever you want until then."
 
 She looks around the kitchens and, remembering the comment from the last time she was food in the kitchen, grabs Jack by the arm and leads him into the cooler where the leftover cuts of meat for various dishes are held. She presses him against the door and kisses him deeply on the lips. "Would you grant this meatgirls last request and take that big dick out for me?" she asks runnng a finger down his chest. "I want something to suck on before I go over the fire."
 
 He shivers as she sinks down to her knees and shakes his head. He really should be getting back out to the kitchen to help but no one stopped her as she dragged him in here, everybody saw it, so he figured it would be ok. He unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, allowing the tent in his pants to show through.
 
 "MMM" she says and slips his underwear off his cock and balls, licking her lips at the sight of it. She had no idea what was happening to her, she was never this horny before in her life. She slowly ran her tongue over the tip of the cock and poked at the slit briefly before slipping the head into her mouth. She closed her eyes and bobbed her head down the flesh of the shaft gently to the base and back up, listening for his breathing.
 
 His breathing gradually got heavier as he enjoyed this rather inexperienced blowjob. Her lips traced his shaft perfectly, framed it as close as a mold for his penis would have been. She looks up at him and sees that he has clenched his hands into fists. His head was tilted back and he was giving soft little moans. She slides off his cock and begins jerking it with her soft hands. "Does the chef like the meatgirls mouth?" she asks planting kisses up and down the shaft gently.
 
 "Y-yes" he says leaning back against the door and thrusting forwards, wanting her to envelope him in her hot wet mouth again. She complies and wraps her lips around it, sucking hotly, drooling a bit on the floor as she cups his balls and moves them around in her hand. She nibbles on the tip and every inch down the shaft until she reaches the base, before gently scraping her way back up, causing him to gasp.
 
 She kisses his balls and back up the bottom of the shaft before sucking it back into her mouth, her brown hair bobbing around as she sucks him.
 
 He slowly moves his hand from the wall and into her hair, pulling her closer to him and hilting in her mouth. "I'm going to cum meatgirl." he moans out as she calmly takes it into her throat. If she could have nodded she would have.
 
 Suddenly, he cums, filling her belly with his cum and pulling out slowly to shoot in her mouth. She tilted forward, her head back and opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and let the tip rest on his cock, letting it fall into her mouth or on her lips while she gently said "AAAAAHHHHH"
 
 He reached down and stroked himself to push himself to another release and gave her exactly what she asked for. Smacking her lips, then licking them, she stood up and hugged him. "Thank you sir chef." she says winking and making sure she shook her ass for him on the way out.
 
 When she got back to the kitchen, she saw a table with clamps in an X position waiting for her. "Get on up here Granger." one of them says as she pats the table. When she got close, the female chef, grabs Hermione by the shoulders gently and pulls her in. "You've got a little something on your face." She says licking the excess cum off, then slipping her tongue into Hermione's mouth.
 
 Hermione kisses her back and in the back of her head, was building a wall so that no one she knew personally would hear about this. When the kiss broke, she climbed up on the table and laid down on her back. "How is this going to work?" she asks putting her hair up.
 
 "We are going to shove this pole through you, tie you to it, put a stabilizer in your filet and put you on to cook." one of the chefs says patting her breast gently.
 
 "MMM, I can't wait." she says putting her arms and legs in the restraints and feeling them tighten around her. She wiggles a bit as they bring the spit pole to her rump and she quivers in excitement. She feels the sharp point penetrate her ass and a good 3 inches further before it stops.
 
 "Just so you know Granger, this will be a bit more painful than the oven." says one of the chefs as they guide her head to dangle over the edge of the table so she will be spitted properly.
 
 "I know, give it to me." she says moaning as the spit is pushed a bit further in. "I want to feel it."
 
 One of the chefs taps the spit with his wand, causing Hermione's insides to rearrange slightly to get out of it's way. It was a simple spell, designed to push things gently out of the way of the object it's cast on.
 
 Hermione let out a bit of a moan as she could feel what was happening inside her as the spit moved up her body. The spell on the spit worked perfectly, and everything in its way was gently moved to the side and no pain was given to her from this part of the process.
 
 She started spluttering and coughing when the spit entered her throat. She found herself completely unable to breath through it and it was almost enough to make her black out. It was only what she had learned from deep throating the two guys in less than an hour that kept her awake.
 
 Once the spit was properly inside her, the chefs, turned it until she visibly relaxed and she could breathe properly. She relaxed as much as she could with a metal pole through her body and just awaited her time to spin over the flames.
 
 Hermione marveled at where she was. She was laying on a table completely naked with a metal pole stuck through her body. Her nipples hardened immensely at the thought that she would soon be cooking again over a hot fire this time as opposed to the metal grating of the oven.
 
 She squirmed even more when the cold stabilizer pole was pressed against her pussy lips. She loved this feeling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw 3 wands being pointed at her, and the usual scourgify spell was cast as was typical of all meat girls.
 
 The next sensation Hermione felt was her spit being lifted up and resting on the shoulders of two of the chefs, once she had been turned over so her belly faced downwards. Her arms and legs dangled as she was carried out of the restaurant to the main floor, her breasts wobbled back and forth as well, always bouncing off of eachother. She had to concentrate to keep the pain in her rump from bothering her as her weight pulled her down.
 
 When she was finally placed on the Y pillars, she relaxed as they ran their hands over her body, squeezing her thighs and breasts and rump until they got to her ankles and wrists. Her wrists were placed behind her back and tied in place, she could move them but not very much. Her legs were bent at the knee and tied to two posts connected to the spit by a pair of magnet charms. She smiled around the spit when she realized that it wouldn't be too much longer before she was cooking again.
 
 She felt the soft press of a brush moving along her skin and she closed her eyes in bliss. She knew she had an audience as the whole restaurant was watching this. She felt a vibration in her pussy as the spit began turning and soon, she was upside down. The brushes worked along her thighs, her belly and her shoulders. They slowly ran up her sensitive breasts, swirled along the nipple then over it, teasing the nub so fantastically. Then one went over her clit and she came, so turned on from the spitting and basting, as well as the cum in her belly and the fact she had sucked off two strangers in the last hour.
 
 From her neck to her toes she was basted in a sweet smelling sauce, it dripped from her body as she was turned back so her breasts were pointed down. Twin drops fell from her nipples onto the wood pile below her before she saw a circle of wizards and witches around her.
 
 "INCENDIO" she hears and then a large blast of heat comes up from below her, tickling her nipple and clit as the fire roared up underneath her. She gives a soft pained moan as her body began to feel the heat all around her. The entire spit vibrated as the power ran through it and she began turning. She felt he brushes move over her flesh again to keep her moist and flavorful.
 
 As she turned, she closed her eyes and thought about how she got here, the last month she had lived that led up to this point, eventually dozing off in the comfort of the heat. She woke up about 2 hours later and was rather groggy, she felt wet and sticky, warm and a little dizzy. She realized she was spinning slowly and wondered briefly what was going on especially when she tasted metal.
 
 After blinking a few times, she recognized the restaurant and was giddy when her perception cleared and she remembered she was cooking for dinner. She gave a soft tired moan when her nipples and clit were basted with more sauce and she heard her own juices sizzling on the fire. As she turned face down again, she feels a bit heavier in her chest and immediately thought that her breasts had swollen up in the extreme heat of the cooking fire.
 
 The longer she rotated over the fire, the hotter she became, both figuratively and literally. Every moment, more of her juices fell from her body into the fire and wafted up the most delicious fragent smell that had ever graced her nostrils. She wished she could have a taste of herself. She saw how much Cho liked her body after roasting in the oven, and she hoped this man would like it after turning on a spit for several hours.
 
 The entire restaurant was restless as well, being made hungrier by the sight and smell of her roasting meat. They hardly ever got spit roast orders but when they did, they were sure to make a ton of money that day, and they were grateful their sexiest waitress was the one ordered because it meant even more than usual.
 
 A few people walked into the restaurant, and ran out immediately to tell their friends to come see the beautiful woman currently rotating on the metal spit pole. As such so many other people showed up and had a good meal while they watched Hermione cooking.
 
 There were so many orders that day that they had to apparate to the warehouse and restock much of their supply in order to fill most of them.
 
 Due to the size of her breasts, the one thing they made sure to get a ton of from the warehouse was barbecue sauce. It dripped off her sizzling meat like rain and made the fire hiss and spittle constantly.
 
 Even in her unconscious state, every single time the brush ran across her flesh, Hermione moaned as the sauce cooled her and made her steam and sizzle just as much as the fire.
 
 Outside the magical windows, everyone could see the sun falling behind the horizon and the chefs were pushing out the cart for Hermione to be served on. She was feeling weaker than ever before as her meat settled and neared completion. At her last basting, she saw the man who had purchased her for the evening as she rolled so her breasts pointed upwards.
 
 She smiled as best as she could around her spit, before her eyes fluttered closed as he basted her tender cooked nipples. "Not much longer now meatgirl." he says patting her on the tit with one hand and licking the sauce from his fingers. "I'll be taking your best portions and the rest of you will be distributed to the highest bidders across the restaurant."
 
 She would nod if she could have but with an 8 foot metal skewer through her body she couldn't do anything but blink tiredly.
 
 After another few minutes, the chefs levitated Hermione through the restaurant to land on a platter which steamed when it came in contact with her cooked and tender body. A soft moan could be heard as her hard cooked nipples pressed against the cold metal platter. She let out a soft moan as her body rapidly cooled down and a shiver went through her body.
 
 She felt the unique experience of the spit being removed from her body and watched as steam escaped from her open mouth. She would have blushed if she had the ability at seeing all the people fawn over her, quite a number even stood up to get a better look at her. The chef she had sucked off before she was spitted and put over the fire showed up in front of her with an apple in his hand. "For what it's worth, you were the best blowjob I have ever had." he whispered to her as he adjusted her head and arms onto a stand so her breasts hung down, her nipples just barely touching the lettuce anymore.
 
 A thrill of pride went through her as she heard these words and she moaned when the apple was pressed into her mouth and her jaws closed for her. Then the man she was bought by was there in front of her. "MMM, finally, i've waited all day for this." he says as the two pronged fork left her line of sight and disappeared beneath her.
 
 A sharp twinge of pain went through her cooked breasts as the fork prodded into them, and clear juice fell from her. She felt the same pain shortly after in her other breast as they were harvested from her body. She was treated to a beautiful view of her cooked breasts laying on the plate nipple up before a sprig of garnish was placed over each nipple. Her master carried his meal away and a chef stepped up in front of her with his back to her.
 
 "ALRIGHT EVERYONE" He says raising his hands. "You have all placed your bids on the young waitress' body and you have all been sorted into an order to come up and claim a piece of Miss Grangers body.
 
 "Number 12 please come up here." he calls out and a man stands up from the middle of the restaurant. She watches him walk to her displayed position and look her over, lips salivating as he pointed to a spot along her body.
 
 Suddenly a sharp pain emanated from her legs followed quickly by her lower back. She felt her body fall backwards as she no longer had legs attached to hold her up anymore. She watched as her entire rump was taken away from her and back to the man's table, and she was forcibly reminded of the imagined scene she had when she first started working. Except from her own perspective as opposed to third person.
 
 A man had ordered her rump and still had some of her leg attached, and her breasts were nearby. The next thing she knew, she was looking at her legs as they were placed next to her to save space on the platter.
 
 The man leaned in and took a big sniff of her pussy that was on his plate before nibbling a bite of meat right from her ass, his eyes closing as he tasted her glorious meat. She looked to her master who had taken a bit of the edge of her breast onto his fork and brought it to his lips. She could almost feel the sensation of her meat being eaten, and she loved the phantom feeling.
 
 The next feeling she had was of her belly steak being carved out of her. As she watched herself being parted out, she was amazed at how many mouths her body could feed. By the time she was a head and a torso, she counted a good 6 people feasting on her meaty portions.
 
 Also at this time, she could feel the fatigue getting to her much quicker as she was being devoured by a half a dozen people. When her master finished with her breasts, saving her nipples for last, he stood up, wiped his lips with his napkin came up to her. He pulled a chair out to sit with her at eye level as he patted her head.
 
 "Oh how I wish I could put your head on my wall. Unfortunately, that would A: give it away, and B: Prevent your sexy body from coming back." he says smoothing her hair down from her head.
 
 She couldn't nod her assention at this seeing as she was just a head on a torso. She felt a pull at her jaw as the apple was removed and her chin was tilted up to look at him. "You were a fantastic meal, a lovely pair of breasts to fill my stomach. I hope I get to enjoy you again." he says pulling her up, an easy thing to do all things considered. She swooned at the sudden change of orientation and she felt her life draining away much quicker now.
 
 She saw a manic look in his eyes for a split second before he kissed her on the lips, deeply and hotly. She moaned into the kiss as the scent and taste of her cooked tongue wafted into his mouth. The moaning quickly changed to a strangled surprise as he held her head in place with one hand, and with the other, twisted her torso around so her body was facing away from him, snapping her neck in the process.
 
 Hermione was amazed that as just a head she still retained her senses, or what was left of them. She heard a thunk as her torso hit the table and her vision started to recede to black. She was able to see what it was like to experience a slow death this time as the last thing she saw before her death was her master licking his fingers from the meat juices that had slipped from her body onto his fingers from killing her.
 
 As was usual from a shift where one of the waitresses got eaten, security made sure no one went home with a souvenier of the meal, that wasn't meat. One customer tried to make off with a toe bone but they were caught, given a warning and sent on their way.
 
 At the end of the night, when everyone had eaten their fill and everything had been collected, the time box was put into effect and Hermione stumbled out of it once it's magic had run its course.
 
 "That was fucking amazing." she says breathlessly as the memories flooded back to her, of everyone enjoying her meat, the feeling of being cooked, what she did before and everything else. Then a thought occured to her. Right there, in the middle of the kitchen, with every chef watching, she spread her legs, opened her pussy and slide her fingers inside herself, causing a shiver to run through her and a moan to escape her lips. Her virginity was intact.
 
 She slid down the wall and sat on the floor as all her energy just left her. "That's a load off my mind." she says happily as she struggles to her feet. A chef hands her a potion for her energy and she stops shaking.
 
 "Go home Granger," Says the boss patting her on the head. "You did good tonight, and we'll see you in a few days when you recuperate."
 
 She nods and takes her sack of money from the evening. She considered apparating directly to Gringotts but thought better of it when she realized she cared what people outside of work thought of her.
 
 After that night, she continued to work in the restaurant, always making stacks of galleons every single night she worked, and soon, had more money than she knew what to do with. When she wasn't working the meat shift, she was either waitressing, working the bar, or being trained as a chef.
 
 This goes on for about 2 years, with her always being ordered quickly as soon as her name comes up on the meat shift.
 
 Until finally, one night, as she's serving a guest, using a new tactic the restaurant came up with, that being to be rented out to a customer for their meal, to hold their drinks between her breasts. It earned the waitress some one on one time with the customers, gained them more popularity and more money. She was currently shivering as the customer put a cold butterbeer bottle between her tits and goosebumps erupted along them as he sipped from the bottle every so often.
 
 "Hermione?" she hears from behind her. A very familiar voice that she had known on a nearly daily basis for 10 years. She jumps, causing the mans butterbeer to fall onto the table, smash and spill all over her, his lap, and soaked into her food.
 
 Dripping in butterbeer from the chest down, she turned around, heart hammering in her chest, eyes wide in shock as she stared at the one man she never expected to see here staring at her.