So it was an average day in the life of me, I got up at 8 AM, had a list of chores to do before the day was out, as well as additional chores that the "Family" decided to put on me as the day went on. Little did I know that it would be the last normal day for anyone. That night, after I went to bed at 11PM, there was a news report that due to a disaggreement over funds and trading, other countries refused to trade with the US anymore. This caused markets to crash, people lost jobs and many businesses were shut down, with no new goods to sell or trade overseas. In a quick decision by a government official that was probably not authorized to make this kind of decision, humans were now a viable item. If they didn't have a steady income in the home they lived, the owners of the home could sell them off for some extra cash. Of course as the lowest of the low in the home I lived, my sister, Danielle immediately enjoyed in taunting me about it. When I woke up the next morning, she was right there poking me with her finger. "Wake up boy, there's been a change of plans for today"
 
 Before we go any further, I need to explain some things. First, I was taken away from my mother at the age of 14, 8 years ago. The courts deemed her unfit, because of my weight and my grades, though i was allowed visitation with her, as long as I returned to my fathers every sunday evening. Danielle was only someone I considered a sister because she was dating my fathers wifes son, so yeah, it's simpler to call her a sister. She is 8 years older than me and I had a bit of a crush on her. Ever since she moved in with us, and my father and his wife gave her power over me, she delighted in taking advantage of those feelings by offering me topless pictures, lap dances and anything else she thought I wanted in exchange for me doing her chores too. The power obviously went to her head. The sad thing is it worked. I hardly ever got the promised things, aside from one naked picture and a lapdance. Even after she broke up with my "brother" she continued to stay in the house with us because she gave birth to his daughter and he was no where to be found. She moved in when I was 14 and has been in control of me ever since. So jump ahead to the present where she is standing up over me.
 
 I grunt and wake up after a few seconds and yawn. "What's that?" I ask sitting up stretching. I usually slept in my underwear so I reach for my shirt before getting out of bed. Suddenly a sharp pain emanates from the back of my hand where she had slapped me. "NO" she says sternly, "Get out to the kitchen without getting dressed, Nancy said so" That was her excuse for everything, whether it was true or not, to blame the step mother. "I expect you out there in 2 minutes, hurry up and use the toilet and get out there" and with that she walked out of my room. Needless to say I was confused. She never came into my room before, not to wake me up, usually they yell from the kitchen if they needed something done they were too lazy to do themselves.
 
 I do as I am told and take a quick toilet run, clean off and shakily enter the back living room then the kitchen. I wasn't an exhibitionist, the most skin I usually showed was with a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts. Once in the kitchen Danielle puts down her food and takes my by my shoulder as I head towards the fridge. "NO" she says sharply like she had in my room. "We can't afford to keep feeding your fat ass" she says patting my belly so it jiggled. "And these need to go" she says bending down in front of me and pulling my underwear down. My cock immediately hardens, as I had had a crush on her for years and seeing her kneeling down in front of me was something I never expected to see for real. She tosses my underwear in the trash and looks me over. "You are so fucking fat, how could anyone want to hire a worthless boy like you" she says turning back to her food. "Now stay while I finish my breakfast and then i'll tell you what we are going to do with you" she says as Nancy, my stepmother came out of the bathroom, takes one glance at me and sits on her computer to finish her work from the night before.
 
 Danielle takes her time eating, then putting the dishes in the sink. "Now boy, after you went to bed last night, there was a situation, and humans are now property, unless of course they have income and are worthwile human beings. Which of course you are not" she says stifling a laugh. "As if you ever could be. So we have decided that you are better off sold, to actually bring some money into this house instead of wasting it with your internet, your games and your TV" I was a little shaken by this, but couldn't help but be relieved, perhaps I could be sold into a family that actually cared about me. "The truck will be here soon, and since you are property, you don't get to wear clothes, so go and do your normal chores and we'll see what you can get done before you leave the house forever"
 
 I nod and go about my chores, taking out the trash, which brought a serious blush to my face as I had to take the dumpster all the way out to the street completely naked, doing the dishes, cleaning up after and feeding the dogs, the laundry, the floors, etcetera. The truck arrived when I was loading the dishwasher with detergent. Upon hearing the brakes of the truck, Danielle rushed out with a rope and waited for me to close the dishwasher and turn it on. "Hands behind your back" she said as she turned me around and tied my wrists together in a cross pattern. I stood there, in the kitchen, with Danielle's hand on my upper arm, as if I would try to run, not with the delivery guy here at this very moment. My cheeks were red as a combination of trying to speak to ask a question and getting slapped for talking out of turn, as well as in embarrassment, that she saw me naked all day. She never took her eyes off me the entire time I was working. I guess she was afraid i'd run and the family wouldn't get their money.
 
 There was a knock on the door and Danielle scurried over to open it. "Welcome, he's right this way" she said and lead the delivery guy, i'm sorry, girl, into the kitchen. "Oh my, he is a fat one" she says looking me up and down. Danielle comes up and pulls me forward towards her. She puts down her clipboard and starts inspecting me. "Chest, a little flabby but firm nonetheless, belly, ooh, soft and round, arms not too muscly, legs well toned, this one did some walking" I blush at every grope, every squeeze, every comment she gives me. "Oh and this cock, you usually don't see this size much" she says as she strokes it to hardness. When she looks at her clipboard and checks things off, "Looks like this one is worth about 20,000 dollars" she says writing out a check. "You have one week to cash or deposit this check, or it will become void" she says standing up and looking me over again. "Come on boy" she says removing a collar from her belt and attaching it around my neck. Apparantly this has been going on long enough for people to be trained in it and it was just revealed to the public the night before.
 
 I was led outside by a leash she attached to my collar and up a ramp leading into the back of the delivery truck. I didn't get a chance to see what the side of the van said so I had no idea where I was going. The driver attached me to a railing along the left wall, already filled with men and women who were sold that morning, either because there was no other choice, or, like me, the families they lived with didn't care about them other than as a slave. Then she gently guided my head back and attached a ring at the back of the collar to a clip on the wall. I wasn't moving an inch now. She took a new collar out of the box in the corner and attached it to her belt for the next pick up and shut us all in. A few seconds later, she returns. "Oh Silly me, I forgot" she says as she comes up to me. "Open wide boy" and she grabs a ball gag randomly from the box of collars. I open obediently and she clips the bright pink ball behind my head and exits once again.
 
 After a few hours of driving, and stops picking up other people sold, including an ex of mine, the driver backed up to a facility and men and women open the back of the truck and enter, undoing our collars connection to the truck and our leashes from the railings. I got a kind woman, about a year younger than me who leads me through the facility like she is leading a dog. "Good boy, this way, that's right, you are OK now" she says and leads me to a cage with a carpet on the floor for me to sit in. "In boy" she says sweetly and I crawl in and turn around on my hands and knees as that is all the cage allows for, and sit like a good boy, actually excited to be away from them and hopefully have a good life as a slave.
 
 And so began my new life. Day in and day out, just sitting in my cage and watching people go by. I was in a pet shop, where humans were now the most sought after housepets, as they can be trained to do the daily chores while you sit on your ass. I was perfectly capable of doing these things and just hoped my new family would be nicer about it. After a few days, I was put on display in the front window, labeled as a well behaved obedient pet. People would walk by, point and shake their heads, but no one would even enquire about me. Months pass where no one wants me and finally, one day, during one of my shavings, as pets couldn't be trusted with sharp objects, the manager came up to me and pulled aside my handler. After a few minutes, she nods and finishes shaving my face. Instead of leading me back to my cage, she takes me to another room where she wraps me in plastic and lays me into a box. I heard the sounds of locks being locked and then the box being moved. I have no idea how long I was in the box, but when the top was opened, I squinted my eyes to adjust. A new handler takes me out of the box and puts me on a rolling cart.
 
 I hadn't been ungagged except to be fed and watered since I was sold, since a good slave is a quiet slave. Once I was carted to my destination, the plastic was undone and I heard the sound of gloves being snapped onto hands. Hands started caressing my body all up and down, from my feet to my neck, paying attention to my cock and balls, my chest and my rump. I hadn't cum since I masturbated the last night at my old home. The handler can hear me grunting in pleasure from touching my cock. A few buttons were pressed on a gun like device and it was pressed against my nipple. I heard the trigger being pulled and a sharp pain goes through my nipple. It was a piercing gun, and it was loaded with a tag that says "Grade A" on it. I gulped audibly behind my gag as I felt this and then saw what the tag said.
 
 Shortly after, I was shaved well and placed in the display window in the butcher shop. There so many people came by and stared, some visibly drooled over me and I just stared back at them. However, my price was apparantly too much for most people's pallates as they all passed me by. Weeks passed and my price went down and down. And so it was on to a different routine. I was placed in the window, moved back into storage when the shop closed, given a fresh shave every 3 days and put back in the window. I heard the butcher behind me say to his assistants one night after closing up that if the fat hog in the window wasn't sold soon, they'd have to butcher him for parts. I closed my eyes and hoped it wouldn't happen that way. And then the unthinkable happened. Danielle walked by my window. Her eyes went as wide as they could go, and her mouth watered. She couldn't be bothered to hide the drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth as she ran towards Nancy. Immediately after Nancy saw me, they entered the shop and I groaned. No one could hear me as I was gagged, and in a cooler box all by myself.
 
 I heard the ding of the bell above the door and I started shivering. I heard Danielle say they wanted me whole, exactly as I was. The register rang up, and the butcher pulled me out of the window display and tied me up tight in a netting like you'd see on a ham. Danielle and Nancy didn't bother to hide the hunger they had for my meat as they looked down at me. "I'm gonna enjoy this sausage" Danielle says as she pushes the cart out of the store and into the parking lot. The fresh air felt good on my flesh, having been confined to either my cage or the display window for nearly a year now, so I hadn't been outside. It didn't last long as they popped me in the trunk of their car and continued on with their shopping. I hadn't been fed in the past few days, being meat and all, so I didn't leave any sort of mess. "We're going to have a real feast tomorrow night aren't we" Danielle says as they approach the car and the trunk opens. They load their groceries on top of me, leaving my cock exposed, Danielle even stroked it as she put the groceries away.
 
 Then it was a rumble and tumble ride back to my old home. One I had hoped I would never see again. I cried, I cried because memories came flooding back of the way I was treated and the lack of respect. Now they had even less reason to respect me as I was now just food to them. Now I was wishing that I had been butchered for parts. Usually I was the one to get all the groceries, without help, now I was the groceries and I was the last one brought in. The dog in the other room went nuts because a new smell was in the house, new, yet familiar. It remembered me, and that made me smile. I was laid out on the table on my back, still hogtied and gagged. Danielle was running her fingers along my flesh and I shivered at the sensation. "Oh fuck this is going to be enjoyable" She says as she goes about putting the groceries away in their proper places. "Tomorrow night, you go in there" she says moving my head to stare at the oven door. "But tonight, I get to have some fun" she says patting my cock,
 
 "You can bet i'm triple wrapping that shit when I fuck it, I don't want your kids" she says as she attaches the pink dog leash onto my collar. We had 2 dogs a boy and a girl, so of course she'd attach the pink leash to me. "Let's go boy, its time for something you've wanted from me for 8 years" she says cackling on her way to her room. She puts down a beach towel on the floor next to her bed and looks at me. "What? You didn't think i'd let your ass into my bed did you?" she laughs as she pushes me down onto the floor and begins to strip. As soon as she took off her shirt I got hard. Despite the way she treated me, I still thought she was gorgeous.
 
 My arms were still bound behind my back so I Couldn't make any move to touch her, she'd probably slap me for trying it. She kneeled between my legs and started stroking me from the base of my shaft to the tip. "I'm going to enjoy this tomorrow night" she said as she lowers her mouth to it and wraps her lips around it. "MMM," is heard as she slowly takes it all the way in to the base into her mouth and back up. I tilt my head up to see and her nipples are rock hard as she gives me a fantastc blowjob. Nibbling in all the right places, and running her tongue along it perfectly. She slips it out of her mouth and traces one of the veins in my shaft with her tongue, always staring me in the eyes as if to say "This is the only time you will get this, so be grateful" She then starts bobbing her head up and down again and cups my balls. "Oh I could make a lovely meatball sub out of these" she says shivering and nibbling the cock head.
 
 My hands clench and unclench as I am getting this pleasure. Never before had I felt so much not even the very first time i touched myself. "MMM, MMM" I moan out as a little pre leaks out of my tip and into her mouth. Her eyes shine and she moans herself when she tastes it. "Oh wow" she says with her mouth full of cock, "You are delicious" and she redoubles her efforts to get me off. "Give it to me meat" she says as she strokes it. "Give me your delicious cum" And she drops her head all the way down onto the base and kisses my balls which pushes me over the edge. I cum, and I cum hard into the back of her mouth. She slips my cock out after that and licks her lips from the white coating. "MMMM, Oh fuck I can't wait now."
 
 "Oh meat boy, you got me so horny" she says as she wraps 3 condoms around my cock and climbs up on top of me. She takes my cock in her hand and starts to aim it right. "Oh fuck" she says as it penetrates her slowly. "Oh gods, if I had known you were this big, i'd have enslaved you instead of selling you for money" she says breathlessly as she lowers herself completely down on top of me. Her hands slide up her belly to her breasts which she squeezes and rubs. They aren't big enough for her to suckle her own nipples so she just plays with them while I stare in awe. She bounces up and down slowly letting me feel every inch of her pussy as it rubs against my shaft and her head tilts back. "Oh fuckboy" she moans as she humps up and down. Her moaning gets louder and louder then quiet and loud again until she seizes up and lets out another moan and cums all over my triple wrapped cock. She pulls off of me and lays on her bed, completely naked. Breathing heavily, she looks down at me and smiles. "There, you got your lifes wish you fat fuck" she says before putting on a bra and panties and forcing me to my hands and knees.
 
 She leads me through the house and into my old room. Inside there is nothing, not even a bed. She throws a blanket into the corner and leads me to it by my leash and leaves. "Oh by the way, all your worthless shit is what bought you for dinner" she says closing the door behind her and all I can do is lie on the blanket. I shiver as the room I used to have when I was considered a human used to be a garage, so there was no heating in there, couple that with sleeping on the floor and it being autumn, I wasn't very warm.
 
 I heard the rest of the house be active for the rest of the day as I had gotten purchased at noon. The only entertainment I had was to watch the sun slowly make its way along the wall as it made its journey across the sky. After the sun sinks behind the horizon, I finally fall asleep to a fitful sleep. Ironically, I am able to sleep well seeing as I was back in my own room even though tomorrow was my last day.
 
 "My ex husbands fat son will finally be useful around here" I heard Nancy say from the kitchen as she cooked their dinner.
 
 "I know right, he never did any chores around here, and when he did, it was half assed" replied Danielle setting the table,
 
 After that the sounds of plates and cutlery is all I could hear aside from a few snatches of conversation. I fell asleep shortly after again. Once I heard the dishwasher being turned on, I woke up to Danielle opening the door. "Since we sold your worthless ass it's been my job to clean and feed the dogs, so I guess right now, that includes you" she says undoing my gag and putting a dog food dish in front of me for me to worm over to. I slowly bend down and eat the cold leftovers from their dinner and lap some water until it is all gone. I then sit up on my haunches and obediently open my mouth for the gag. "Good boy, looks like a year realizing how worthless you are taught you some manners and how to behave" she said patting my head softly and leaving with the dishes.
 
 I worm back to my blanket to curl up and sleep but to my surprise, she is back within a few minutes. I look up at her as she takes off her skirt and there is a cock there. A big purple plastic cock. I start gibbering and backing up as best as I can all bound up. "Stay boy, you have to be stretched if I am to stuff you for dinner tomorrow" she says taking my hair and pulling it until I was up on my haunches again. Then she pushes me over until my ass is raised in the air and pours oil onto the strap on. "Now open wide" she says teasingly and starts to thrust slowly into my ass."And don't think i'm going to be pleasuring that sausage either, you need to build up a lot of cum for me for tomorrow night"
 
 "It's a good thing you are gagged, I don't want to hear your whining, you are food now, food gets stretched for stuffing, *moan* this is how it is going to be" she said as she starts to pound me further. "And the lube i used will help to stuff you all the better tomorrow" From then on she was moaning more than talking as the strap on had a piece on the opposite side that would give her pleasure as well. Meanwhile I was face down in the blanket, whimpering in pain at the burning sensation emanating from my ass. A few tears leaked out of me and she puts the blanket over my head to stifle the noises from having to hear them. "Oh your rump will be so good for leftovers.
 
 Darkness enveloped my vision as the blanket is put over me and I wiggle at being stretched. My only thoughts were "why did I have to get stuck with this family" over and over again as the purple cock disappeared into my rapidly reddening ass while her moaning drowned out anything else. Her hands on my hips were like a vice as she fucked me until she came. I had to endure 15 minutes of that pain as it took her that long. When she pulled out of me, I collapsed on the floor gasping for breath trying to relieve my pain but she wasn't done with me yet.
 
 I heard her leave the room again and started to relax seeing as it seemed she was done with me for the night and I would have the night to relax before she took control of me again in the morning, which I was dreading. I was wrong. She came back not five minutes later and put her knee on my back to keep me from wiggling. "You see meat boy, fucking you was great and all for stretching you, but if I just leave that cute asshole on its own overnight, then my work will have been for naught" she says as she tenderly strokes my asshole with a finger. "So here's my solution, you are going to take this butt plug and it will keep you nice and stretched for the morning when I stuff you" she says changing her position to sit on my back facing my legs. "And I don't care how much it hurts you" She turned around and showed me the purple butt plug she had for me and proceeded to cover it in oil. "Aaah, Vegetable oil. the perfect lube for meat like you" she says starting to push it inside me.
 
 After a good minute of being penetrated by it, it finally settles within me and I breath a sigh of relief. "Good boy" she says smacking my ass to watch it jiggle while she licks her lips. "You will be good eating tomorrow" She says getting up and walking out. The smack to my ass made the butt plug ache inside me as did every other possible movement I could make. I lay there, with as little movement as I could while the butt plug did its job, stretching me painfully, until i finally fell asleep.
 
 I wake up the next morning with a big red hand print across my ass from the night before and a sore ass to boot. I groan as I wake up and see the sun hasn't risen yet. I start breathing heavily in fear of what is about to happen to me very soon. My last night alive and it was over already. I heard noises out in the kitchen and I knew that Danielle was getting ready to roast me out there. I gulp as I hear the dog gate being opened and I knew she was coming for me.
 
 The door opened and Danielle was standing there with nothing but a white chef's apron on that read "Kiss the Cook" and a butcher knife in her hand. I tried to roll over but the butt plug prevented me from doing so as it hurt so much. With me helping, as I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, She hauled me to my feet and walked me into the bathroom. "I see my slap left a mark last night" she purrs into my ear. "Well I know which cheek I am eating tonight then" she says poking my ass with her knife. She bent me over the bathroom sink and slowly removed the plug in my ass. When she did, she spun me around and sat me on the toilet to relieve myself, which was easy now. It was awkward sitting there with my arms bound so Danielle put the knife to my neck to keep me in line while she untied my arms and retied them in front of me. I took a few seconds to shake my arms since they'd been tied for days, but then put my wrists together in fron of me so she could tie them back up.
 
 Once I finished, Danielle bent me back over the sink and cleans me up. Once done, i'm lead back out into the kitchen and told to stay, in fact she leashes me to the oven door. With my hands tied, I can't undo the knot, and she is right there anyway. She bustles around the kitchen and I look at the clock. It is 7 in the morning. There is a big bowl of stuffing on the counter, a bowl of oil, several vegetables, more rope, a carrot and an apple. I knew every single one of these items would be used on or in me. She sets a large roasting pan on the counter and undoes my leash, only to retie it to the handle for the dishwasher. "Now meat, I want you to grease your bed here, I want it all shining for you to cook" she says as she goes behind me and sets the oven up to 350 degrees. I oil the pan up like she says, sniffling just a bit that the woman I fell in love with, was now going to roast me to share with my step mother.
 
 She comes up behind me and rubs her breasts against my back. "Oh don't worry meat, You will taste delicious" she says as she bites my ear, which instantly hardens my cock and lets a groan of pleasure escape from my mouth. "Oh does the fatty little steak on legs like that?" she asks reaching around and stroking my cock a few times. Then she turns me around and kisses away each of my tears. "Delicious" she says as she smacks my ass again and turns me back to greasing the pan, which was almost done.
 
 She spent the remaining time that I was greasing my own roasting pan, fingering my ass so she could be sure how many fingers she could use to stuff me. She turned around me so she could see the pan and smiles. "Alright meat, get up there" She says running her tongue along my back and mmming. "MMM, Ribs" she moaned as she tasted me and put her hands on my rump to help me into the pan. Once on my knees, she rubbed the butter into my back and shook spices onto it. I'd be laying on my back in the pan so she wanted to season my back first before I layed down for the final time.
 
 My back as well oiled and seasoned when she was done and she kept poking each and every one of my ribs saying she had the perfect barbecue sauce to go with them. My knees were starting to hurt by the third run through of her poking my ribs and thankfully she licks her lips audibly and tells me she is done, that it is time for me to lie down. I sigh happily in relief and lay back into the pan and stare at her. "I think i'll start with that rump of yours, I know it will give us quite a few meals with how large it is" she says as she takes my ankles in her hands and ties them together, then bends my legs up and attaches the knot to a hook above the sink to hold my legs up.
 
 Next she grabs a tool that will keep my ass opened while she stuffs me. I grunt as the soreness in my ass comes back now that she is holding it open. Her tiny hand is easily able to fit inside me in order to fist me while stuffing and damn did it hurt. She carefully takes her time stuffing me, making sure to pack that stuffing in real good inside me, dipping her hand in oil before grabbing more so that she can pack me full with as much stuffing as she can. My belly bulges with every 3 or 4 fists of stuffing and I am amazed that the entire bowl is able to be compacted inside me.
 
 She rubs her oily hands over my fat belly, and pats it. "Oh that stuffing will cook well inside you" she says as she takes a carrot and lubes it up with her own saliva. "My boyfriend loves it when I do that to him" she says as she jams the carrot into my ass until only the green is sticking out. With all the stuffing packed inside me, I didn't feel it. "And he won't be joining us for dinner, he's what you finished last night, I just love tasty men" she says running her hands over my chest and untying my ankles now that the stuffing is completed. "These pecs will make delicious steaks" She then dips her brush into the big bowl of oil and begins painting me with its contents humming a little tune the entire time she is working on me. The bowl, by the way, is nestled between my legs so my balls can marinate in it while she bastes the rest of me.
 
 I just stare at her, and then at the wall. I was scared, I was about to die because she never cared about me in the slightest, just someone who could do her chores for her, make her coffee and kick around. She spent plenty of time oiling my nipples and licking her lips over them. "I can't decide, which one of these do I want, the left or the right, they both look so big and juicy" My belly took the longest time since it was so rounded from the stuffing and then came my arms and my legs which she called thick and juicy hams. My cock, she took a lot of delight in greasing with her hands. Of course she put a rubber band around the base of it so I couldn't cum.
 
 She kept stroking and staring at it until she was certain that I would have filled it with plenty of cum, then she began shaking special spices over it, her favorite spices for her favorite cut of meat. She lavished lots of attention on that cock and the balls attached to it once the balls were out of the oil marinade she had put them in. She squeezed and fondled them so much, getting to know every intimate detail of my balls. "Oh I just don't know if I want to eat these tonight or have a meatball sub tomorrow" she says pretending to think. "Either way they would be delicious"
 
 She leaned in and kissed it all over, whispering to it how it would be in her belly tonight, and her lips shined with oil once she was done. "That's how my lips will look tonight too" she says looking at the clock once the oven beeped to say it had gotten to the right heat level. "Wow, we spent half an hour having fun, I only have a half hour left if I am to get you in the oven on time" She says flicking the head of my cock and removing the rubber band. "But that half hour is plenty of time" And she starts shaking her seasonings over me, covering all my important parts with her favorite flavors. My nipples, my rump, my balls and my belly, especially around my belly button.
 
 Once all that was done, she pulls my legs up to my chest and my wrists towards my ankles. They are tied together tightly so that I wasn't getting away, not that I would try anyway. A layer of potatos are placed around me to fill out the rest of the roasting pan and the gag is unclipped from the back of my head. I click my jaw a few times to relax it, knowing that soon it would be sealed again. "Remember, meat doesn't talk" And she walked away and out of the room, shaking her ass with every step she took.
 
 She returned shortly with a cart, which she adjusted so it was the height of the counter I was lying on. "Since Nancy left for work before we started, I don't have the strength to put you in there by myself and you need to be tied to go in" she says pulling me off the counter and onto the rolling cart. I start breathing deeply knowing where I am going and she lowers the cart to the height of the oven. I start looking around wildly in my fear and she flashes me her breasts as if that would calm me down at all. She grabbed the apple from the counter and brought it to my lips. "Now open wide food boy," she says as she makes me kiss it before I ope my mouth and allow the apple in to look like a perfect male roast. She closes my teeth on the fruit and admires me one last time before pushing me in.
 
 As I slid into the oven the heat was unbearable. She didn't even give me the courtesy of positioning me to face the oven door. I was at the back of the oven where no fresh air could get to me, but of course that didn't matter since i'd be pulled out regularly so I could be basted. I breathed through my nose as the oven was closed and the only light came from the heating elements below me, casting a shadow of my roasting pan on the ceiling of the oven. My breathing was already getting labored thanks to the apple blocking most of my mouth and I was already starting to sweat. 350 degrees will do that to a person. When I was being prepared, I was shivering, out of cold, nerves and fear, now, I was shivering from fear alone since it was scorching in the oven.
 
 I closed my eyes and tried to relax as the heat did its work on me. The heat and the oven wasn't evil, it is a tool to do what it was made to do, I was upset at the people who did this to me and were going to be dining on me in just 7 short hours. Sweat was pouring off of me after just 5 minutes in there, not surprising when you consider that I spent most of my time avoiding the extreme heat and the extreme cold. It was a struggle just to stay awake for those 20 minutes. The depression I had knowing that I'd be eaten by people who didn't care about me just made it easier for me to except it and just sleep through this. But for some reason, I just couldn't fall asleep.
 
 After the first 20 minutes, my hair is slicked back on my head, the only hair on my entire body, and I was still just on the threshold of falling asleep, but for some reason, I couldn't take that step into lalaland. I hear the oven door opening and a big flash of light and a gust of cool air wafts across my body, but stops short at my nipples. I feel myself being slid out of the oven and onto the door where Danielle is there with a spatula and a basting brush. She lifts my hot body up with the spatula, on the right side, and pours some oil onto the pan to baste my back, then does the same on my left side. "Now for the fun part" she says as she dips the brush in oil and swirls it around. Then she carefully brushes it into my skin. She had taken off the apron now and was stark naked. She quickly went over my arms and legs, across my belly and then my hard nipples. She moved on to my cock next, being very careful and gentle with it as she lathered the oil up my shaft and down the other side. "MMM, so good" she says as she applies a drizzle of oil on my balls.
 
 She plucked the apple out of my mouth and carefully poured a bit of water into my open mouth. I was grateful for that as my throat was parched, but I knew it was her own selfish reasons for doing it, not for my comfort. Next she dropped a few ice cubes into my mouth and reapplied the apple. This would help keep me hydrated during my roasting. After that she pushed me back into the oven. So it went on like that every twenty minutes, she'd baste me, pour some water into my throat, give me some ice and gag me again, then into the oven. Each time this happened, it was getting harder and harder to even wiggle. On occasion, she'd kiss my cock and smack her lips at how good it tasted. I only remember about 6 times coming out of the oven before I woke up on the table.
 
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 As I slid dinner back into the oven, I lick my lips at the taste his cock juices were giving. He had only been cooking for two hours, which is more attention I ever thought i'd be giving him in a consistant basis, but he was already starting to brown. Getting Nancy to buy him for our dinner was the best idea I ever had, even better than when I suggested that we sell him in the first place. Who knew all that junk in his room would have been worth so much. I certanly never thought that it would sell for enough to buy a whole hog like him, especially after what we got for him when he was sold in the first place.
 
 Since I didn't have dinner to help me, not that he would have done it without bitching anyway, I began to clean up the house, I had all day to get it done but I figured the sooner I got it done, the sooner I could just relax and watch the meat cook. I purposely put him in the oven backwards so I could watch his yummy cock and balls as well as his rump shake as he cooked.
 
 There was only so much I could get done in a 20 minute time frame, and usually only one thing at a time. The trash was taken out, as well as in the oven. I had to give my own joke a little chuckle at that. And it was time for another basting. Carefully pulling on my oven mitts, I pull the pig out of the oven and grab my basting brush. I run it over his hard nipples, which had been cooked to be permanantly hard, and over his seasoned belly. "This meal is sure to give us a heart attack" I say chuckling as I go over his arms and thick juciy thighs. "I can't decide what I want first" I say as I go over his tender balls. "Those thighs look scrumptious, as does his cock and balls, but his pec steaks would look just perfect on my plate, especailly with the hard nipple sticking up in the middle."
 
 The meat groans as I talk about his meat like this, but what do I care, he IS just meat, and he is my meat. I'm amazed that I didn't vomit when I sucked him off yesterday, or when I let him fuck me, but I got him back when I fucked him, that was fun, watching him squirm. Nancy had made me promise to keep giving him water, I questioned why filling his bladder was a good idea but she insisted as it would evaporate inside him before it ever got to make pee out of it. I shrugged and told her I would so that's what I was doing now. I gave the ungrateful shit some ice and put the apple in his mouth before shoving him back in.
 
 I then went to feed the dogs and clean up their messes. This only took 3 minutes so I went to relax and check facebook and such for a few minutes. There is a news story that we had patched up relations with other countries and I thought back to the day, one year ago, when the relations were shattered in the first place and I Sold our roast that is currently roasting. "Good times" I say to myself as I go about relaxing.
 
 I had decided that I wanted to keep an album of this roast, so every time I pull him out to baste, I would take a picture of him to put in a book later on, probably tomorrow while i'm heating up some leftovers from him. He'd been too out of it to take notice but I had a picture of every time he comes out of the oven, from when his flesh is pasty white to where it is now, almost to a tan color, where it will very soon be golden brown.
 
 I won't use these pictures to masturbate over, these will be a rememberance that I had a good meal out of him. I did the basting quickly and gave him some ice to keep him hydrated and sucked up some juice in the bottom of the pan to splash on top of him. There wasn't very much yet, as most of it was soaked up by the potatoes but I got enough to give him a nice glimmer before he went back in.
 
 For the rest of the day, I alternated between chores and basting, Dishes, baste, mow the front lawn, baste, mow the back lawn, baste, all of his chores that he would have been expected to do while i sat around and watched. In hindsight, I should have made him mow the lawn naked before he got picked up, that would have really embarrassed him. With one hour left before he was ready to feast upon, I pull him out of the oven to baste and do it quickly as usual but spend some extra time on his cock, that was MINE and I wanted it to be perfect. Once he was basted and I dropped a few ice cubes into his mouth, I close his jaws over the apple again and pop the top off a jar of pineapple slices. Carefully positioning them so his nipple was sticking up through the hole in it, I make a great decoration on his pec steaks. He visibly shivered with both pineapple slices I put on him as they steamed against his hot flesh. Then there was a line of them down this chest to his cock and that took care of the jar of pineapples.
 
 It was getting to be close to 5PM and he has been sleeping for the last 3 hours, but he was breathing so i knew he was alive and would probably wake up when we started carving him. I had just basted him and put on a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt that stretched. I knew we would be eating well and I didn't want my clothes to feel TOO tight when it was all over. Since this was just Nancy and I eating, Maybe her sister in law Jean, I didn't get dressed up or put on make up this was a family affair.
 
 I set the table with the good china and cutlery just as Nancy and Jean walk in the door. "OOOH something smells wonderful" Jean says as soon as the smell hits her. "Yeah it's your nephew" I say as I open the door to the oven and toss her a pair of oven mitts. "Care to help get the lazy fuck out of the oven?"
 
 "HELL YES" She says excitedly as I pull the first half of the roast out of the oven and she carefully reaches in to pull out the other half. Together we set him on the stove and I get the platter ready. This platter had been well used, having been used about 12 times, but it had never had to hold a meal as heavy as him before. Between him, the stuffing inside him, and the potatoes around him we were looking at a very heavy meal, and one that would feed us for days. Jean and I had to be very careful not to damage the meat as that would ruin presentation. We picked him up gently and could feel his meat juices running past our fingers as we lifted him up and over the lettuce covered platter. His juices spattered the lettuce until we set him down on it, the green contrasting beautifully with his golden brown skin.
 
 Jean licked her fingers clean from her nephews meat juices and shivered in pleasure, she too was dressed loosely for a feast. I took out a meat thermometer and pushed it into his ass alongside the carrot and the needle slowly moved off the peg to a delicious 250 degrees. "He's done" I say as I remove the apple from his mouth, and the carrot from his ass. Jean immediately took the carrot and rubbed its cooked surface along his cooked cock to gather some of his juices. Then she put it on her plate, claiming it as hers. Finally she put the fresh apple into his wide open steaming mouth and decorated the platter around him with some hot potatoes while the stuffing leaked out of his ass on the platter.
 
 I pick up the camera and take a picture of his cooked body, with just a little bit of life left in it and smile. "And that is the last image I need to remember this feast" I say as I put the camera away and gesture for Jean to take up the platter ends and help me carry our feast to the table.
 
 We get him to the table in a matter of seconds while Nancy had gotten changed, dressed similarly to the way we were, in loose clothing so all this meat didn't make us uncomfortable in our clothes. He stirs a bit as we all sit down. His eyes open and he stares blinking up at the lights in the ceiling. No doubt he thought this was all a dream. On his left was his favorite aunt, on his right was his step mother and where his ass was facing was me, the one he wanted to fuck for so long. We were all licking our lips as I scooped stuffing from the platter onto each plate and inhaled the meat scents that were given off by our feast.
 
 "Give me a piece of that ass" says Jean and I poke the meat fork into his lovely rump, the rump cheek that DIDN"T have my hand print on it baked into his flesh. He moaned a bit as his rump was sliced off and was sitting on his aunts plate, surrounded by stuffing that cooked in his body and potatoes that cooked next to his body. "You hush, you deserve this and you know it" she says as she looks down at the large round rump cheek sitting on her plate. She dips a ladle into the juices on the platter behind her and splash them on the rump steak. "Oh this is going to be good"
 
 Nancy cuts off one of his pec steaks and I of course take the other one and his cock, I decided hours ago to save his balls for a nice meatball sub for leftovers. We all pierce our cuts of meat with our forks at the same time and slice off a bit with the knives. As one we bring our chosen cuts of meat to our lips, me, his cock, Nancy his pec, and Jean his ass, and wrap them around our forks. Pulling them off into our mouths, our eyes light up and go wide at the flavor of him.
 
 I had started at the base of his golden brown cock and worked my way up to his head, as i believed it was the best part. And oh was it gloriously delicious. I sucked it before, and I loved how it tasted raw, but fully cooked, with a cum baste on the inside, oh fuck was it delicious. I kept the tip to the side and saving it for later, as I started on his pec. The meaty flesh at the edge of his pec was the perfect mix of fat and meat. Jean devours her carrot and pec, and looks him in the eyes. "I saw you staring at my tits all the time before meat boy, so how about I give you something to remember, for however long you last" she says moving her wife beater shirt and bra out of the way and showing her breasts off to him. "Go Jean," I say and stand up to tease him with my own tits, rubbing them against Jeans while Nancy continues to feast.
 
 After we get our fill of teasing him, we fix our shirts and take our next cuts of meat. His pec was gone off my plate and jean was using the carving knife to carve out a decent sized steak out of his belly, with the belly button perfectly placed in the middle. "I must say Danielle you did a good job cooking him" she says once the steak is on the table. I take the knife from her and carve out his other ass cheek, like always ignoring his grunts of pain at having his meat carved. "Well when you know how to work meat like I do, and with a good recipe, you can make anything taste good" I say as the rump lands on my plate.
 
 Nancy pulls off a hunk of his thigh and gives him a smack for moaning. "This piece of meat is annoying, as annoying as food as he was in life" she says. "My ex husband would have hated this meal, of course he hated every meal" she says eating her bite of thigh ham and moaning at the flavor. After that, we talked, laughed and joked, told stories about him that amused us and generally made his last hour humiliating to him. Especially when I took his cock head and chewed it in front of his face efore swallowing. I even playeed with it on the tip of my tongue for a second before chewing it up. Nancy and I both did the same thing to his nipples which were the best tasting part of his pec. More stuffing was scoooped out of him, from the path Jean made when she got his belly steak and the feast went on for hours after he closed his eyes for the last time.
 
 By the time we were done, there was no stuffing left, his left arm was gone, and his leg was still there as well. We were all leaning back in our chairs patting our bellies and giving the occasinal burps. "Oh wow" I say sitting back up and leaning my elbows on the table. "Fantastic" I say running my finger idly through some grease that was still on the platter from his meat. I suck my finger clean and look around. "To him, for now, we will have less headaches, less arguing, and leftovers for about a week' I say raising my 3rd can of pop. "To him" Nancy and Jean agree as we clink our pops together and drink deeply.
 
 The next day, Jean was sleeping on the couch, sleeping off the food coma his meat had put her in, Nancy was at work, she had taken the rest of his thigh in for lunch, and I was heating up a bit of sauce on the stove while a sub roll browned in the oven. Once it dinged, I pull the roll out of the oven and scooped the balls out of the sauce and set them onto the bun. "This will be a fantastic lunch" I say as I anticipated the delicious cum those balls were still filled with. I put just a tad more sauce over the balls, which I had previously warmed up with a bread crumb coating so they would crunch, and sprinkle shredded cheese over them too.
 
 I smile wide as I roll the bun closed over the meatballs and blow on it a few times. In the other room, I hear Jean waking up. "So Jeana, what was your favorite part of him last night?" I ask as I take a bite out of the sub and my mouth is instantly assaulted with hot grease and cum which dribbles down my chin and out my mouth as well as soaks into the bread of the roll.
 
 "I'd say his ribs, I only had one but they were so good dipped in your special sauce" she says getting out the leftover ribs and putting them on a tray to warm them up in the oven. "And Nancy really liked his thigh"
 
 "Oh I know, she took the rest to work today for lunch" I say as I take the rest of the first ball into my mouth and mmm at the flavor. "And Jeana your sauce tastes perfect on these meatballs." She nods in acknowledgement. "Thank you Danielle, I always try to make the best."
 
 With that, talking was over and we just ate our lunches, loving the fact that we never had to worry about seeing him again until he came through our other ends. We had a fantastic feast and his leftovers did indeed feed us for days, it was another week before we had to find another roast.
 
THE END