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.
 
 Though she couldn't hear me, she could see me in the reflection of the window and she saw my look of fear at the couple who just walked in the door. A lovely young woman immediately changes her mind about the selection she would make upon seeing this. Danielle and Nancy walked up behind the lady in line, Danielle eagerly licked her lips and rubbed her belly at the thought of the meat she would be eating off of me.
 
 The person at the front of the line finished his order, and took his newspaper wrapped meat home with him. It looked like he ordered a whole breast, judging from the way it was shaped. The young woman stepped forward and said she wanted the piggy in the window display. The unfamiliar voice made my eyes widen and I could just imagine the look on their faces when they realized the weren't going to get the pig they wanted.
 
 "What cuts would you like ma'am?"
 
 "No cuts, I'll have him whole, thank you." she says smiling.
 
 Relief flooded through me that I wouldn't have to return to the hell that was my old home. Then I heard my step mothers voice, along with the creak of the divider that seperated the back of the store from the front.
 
 "Excuse me ma'am." she says
 
 There was a pause before she is answered. "Yes?"
 
 "We'll pay you any amount of money you want for that fat pig. He would be perfect for a get together we are having tomorrow afternoon."
 
 By now the butcher had attached a collar to my neck, removed the price tag from my chest and guided me down to stand on the store floor. I saw Danielle looking at me hungrily, wiping her lips from the drool that had accumulated there. She was sure that she was going to get to eat me, she always got everything she ever wanted whether she deserved it or not.
 
 "I'm sorry but no, I've been in here every day looking at him and I was just waiting for a bit more of a price drop so he would be within my range of flexible income." she says as the butcher hands my leash to her.
 
 "That is understandable, but we are offering you any price you want for him, you could have any pig in the store, you don't have to settle for that obviously low grade pig." says Danielle gesturing at me. Hearing this, the lady turns her backs to them, intending to ignore them.
 
 Trying a different tactic, Danielle pushes the lady out of the way and leans over the counter to the butcher, her breasts well on display for him to see. "Hey big boy, how about you sell that pig to us instead and you'll get more than just money out of it." she says moving her shirt down a bit so he gets a good look at her breast.
 
 The man blushes a bit at her forwardness but he holds up his left hand. "I'm married for one thing, and for another, I don't like your attitude, so unless you want your tits in the cooler, for sale, then I suggest you get them off my counter." Huffing, Danielle stands back up, and turns around quickly, her hair slapping the man in the face, and walks out, slamming the butchery door behind her, causing the glass to shatter.
 
 Sighing, Nancy gives him her information and tells him to bill her for the door. As she leaves she grumbles about coming in here to get a pig for dinner and leaving with nothing but a dent in her bank account for a door. One way or another, the butcher shop got a good chunk of her money.
 
 The butcher presses a button on the underside of the counter and the alarms stop blaring. The other live meats begin to quiet down as the alarm had scared them. He gives the woman her price and, once he was sure the two were out of earshot he leans in. "Tell me ma'am, I remember every customer that comes in here, at least for a little while, and i've never once seen your face, why would you lie for this piggy?" he asks curiously.
 
 She hands him her credit card for him to swipe and smiles at him as she takes my hand in hers. "You see, when they walked in, I could see the fear that came across his face. He's had experience with those two before and i'd wager it wasn't very good, I was in here for a good roast anyway so I figured i'd give this one a good time to go along with his end." she says ruffling my hair like I was a good boy who had done a good job.
 
 At first I closed my hand with hers but due to my training the past year, first as a pet, and then as meat, I had been taught not to have much contact with the superior humans that got to wear clothes, that my touch actually dirtied them. When this training kicked in, I edged away from her hand and knelt at her feet.
 
 "What's wrong with him?" she asks as she takes her card back.
 
 "Let me see." he says as he pulls up my file. "It seems he was trained as a pet first so he was likely taught how to behave before he came here." he says printing out the file and handing it to her. "Enjoy your meal ma'am." he says going out of his way to sweep up the glass to make sure I didn't get hurt.
 
 10 minutes later I was in the car, sitting in the front seat nervously as the woman patted my thigh. "I'm Abby." she says running her hand up and down my thigh softly, squeezing every inch or so. I was surprised she let me keep my hands free, normally a pig like me should be bound to ensure that they couldn't escape.
 
 A chill ran down my spine as I felt the warm autumn air on my flesh again, sure that if I had been bought by them i'd be stuck in a dark trunk. The words from the butcher come back to her and she smiles at me. "You can speak freely you know, i'm not your mistress, i'm simply the one who is going to roast you for dinner, and that's it, the only command I will give you is to get in my roasting pan."
 
 "Yes ma'am" I say looking her over. She was very pretty, with her long brown hair and blue eyes. She didn't look like a body builder so I wondered if she could even lift me to get me in the oven, but I was going to do everything I could to help her seeing as she saved me from those people, if only to eat me herself. She had an overall slim build and when she stood, she was about up to my neck at the top of her hair. I would be a lot of food for her.
 
 "So tell me piggy, what is your name?" She could just as easily have looked in my file where my name was carelessly tossed in somewhere I was sure, but after a year of being referred to as "boy" or "piggy" or some variation of either one, I actually forgot my name, and I told her so.
 
 "Oh that's too bad." she says patting my thigh again. "I guess there's no point in giving you one now, is there? I mean you will be in the oven in the morning."
 
 "That's true ma'am." I say almost happily. While not specifically conditioned to be meat, I was happy to make her happy after what she did. We spoke at length about what I could remember from my old life, which wasn't much, in the hopes of jogging my memory of my name. It failed. After that, we spoke of what I knew how to do when it came to cooking, which, thankfully, I knew a lot. I had been studying since I entered the butcher shop on various ways to cook meat so that I could eventually help my chef to prepare me.
 
 "So tell me piggy, what do you think you would go best as?" she asks curiously as she enters her driveway, far away from where I used to live so I knew they wouldn't be nearby. I was always afraid of that even if I knew they were miles and miles away.
 
 "Well ma'am" I say turning my back to her and bending over gently. "I've always felt my rump was my best cut of meat, at least since I became meat I did anyway." I say spreading my cheeks so she can see my meat better.
 
 "OOOH I have to agree." she says blushing as she takes a handful of meat and squeezes, moving it around and letting it go.
 
 I blush and even let a small moan escape my lips as she fondles me. "So, I think it would be a wonderful idea if I was a rump roast, laying on my belly, my rump high in the air and a carrot sticking out of it for color." I say wiggling back and forth so she can see it move.
 
 "I think that is a very good idea, but for now, let's get you inside and you can tell me more." she says fanning her face from the heat caused by the blush on her cheeks.
 
 "Yes ma'am." I say and allow her to take my leash and lead me into the house before anyone else can see me and drool over me. In the year since I was sold, almost a year to the day in fact, the entire world had embraced cannibalism into their every day lives and there were breeding centers that had opened up all across the country to start producing willing meat which would be available within 20 years.
 
 I enter the kitchen following her lead and look around. It was a very nice looking house, well decorated and looked like a lot of money went into it. "How did you get this house?" I ask, surprising even me.
 
 "I sold my parents." she says shrugging and uncaring. "Being older they didn't get me much, not compared to some of the younger meat animals anyway, but together they got me enough to have this house and pay for it for quite a while." My jaw dropped when I heard this. "What?" she asks curiously.
 
 When I don't answer right away she laughs a bit. "Oh no piggy, it was a birthday present for my 18th birthday last year, they wanted to do something special and they didn't have the cash to give me, so they just did it. I miss them terribly, but it's how the world works now I guess." she says "And besides, with the amount of greedy people in the world I got a massive promotion at my job because their families were dicks and sold the higher ups for various reasons. So I can easily afford this place on my own."
 
 Once that was done, we sit down to discuss a recipe that would make me taste incredible. Talking about my body as meat was a little strange at first but I slowly got used to it and we finally agreed on a recipe that would go well with me and would satisfy her. She took my leash in her hand again and led me out to the backyard where she attached it to a stake in the ground. She then gave me the recipe and told me to study it so I would be able to help her tomorrow. I nodded at her as she made sure her shopping list was accurate and patted me on the head before leaving.
 
 I dutifully studied the recipe over and over, making sure I could call up a perfect image of it in my head while she was gone. She actually wanted my help and I would do my best to do it.
 
 An hour later, I heard her car pull up to the house and she came out back to get me. "Help me with the groceries won't you piggy? There's a lot to take care of."
 
 "Yes Ma'am" I say eagerly, wanting to please her. I get the groceries in quickly and follow her instruction as we put all the groceries away.
 
 "I was thinking about you while I was shopping." she says once the last bag had been put away.
 
 "Oh you were?" I ask nervously.
 
 "Oh yes" she says coming up and running her fingers along my back and cupping my rump. "I was thinking about how delicious this ass will be when I bite into it tomorrow evening." she says squeezing and letting the meat spill out over her fingers.
 
 Her hands on me pull me closer to her so I could feel her body pressed against mine. "I hope I taste good for you." I say nervously.
 
 "Oh you will, that recipe you helped me pick was fantastic." she says running her hand over my chest.
 
 Her hand on my chest was doing wonderful things to me and I gave a little moan as her nails tickled my chest and belly. "Oh does my piggy like that?" she asks as her hand twitches further down and wraps around my cock.
 
 "I do" I whisper breathlessly. "I really do."
 
 "How long has it been since you had sex piggy?" she asks beginning to jerk my hardening meat in her hand with half lidded aroused eyes.
 
 "I'm a virgin ma'am." I say shivering at her touch.
 
 Her hand freezes halfway along my shaft. "Are you really?" she asks staring into my eyes.
 
 "No one ever liked me enough ma'am." I say a bit sadly, but my breath quickened when she started stroking again.
 
 "In that case, how long has it been since you came?"
 
 I looked at the calender on the wall and see that it was exactly a year to the day that I had been sold. "1 year exactly ma'am." I say as her index finger traces along the veins lining my shaft.
 
 "We'll have to change that." she says taking a firm grip on my cock and leading me away. "I'm sure you'll give me a big spurt if I have you right now." she says leading me up the stairs. There was something rather kinky about me referring to a woman who was a full 4 years younger than me as "ma'am" but I followed her anyway.
 
 We got to her bedroom and she pushed me onto the bed. "When was the last time you ate pig?" she asks straddling me and pinching my nipples.
 
 "Yesterday ma'am" I say breathlessly as I feel her thighs rub against my cock. "I was cleaned out this morning before I was put on display."
 
 "Good, that will make the rest of your preparation SO much easier." she says taking my wrists and pressing my hands to her breasts, encouraging me to squeeze and play. "Go ahead and play all you want piggy, it will be an honor to take your virginity and be the first and last woman you ever make love to." she says moaning a bit as I squeeze her.
 
 After a few moments of squeezes, she climbs back off of me and kneels between my spread legs. I laid back on the bed, the thought of running never crossing my mind. I was ok to let my life end in her hands. She strokes my cock up and down at the base to the tip and leans in slowly. Her hot breath on my balls sends shivers up my spine, more so than when her hands were on my thigh.
 
 Her tongue runs the full length of my shaft and swirls around my head softly. "Oh my goodness, if this tastes this good raw, I can't wait until it is cooked through, basted with your rumps juices and it's own natural flavor." she says kissing the tip gently. I look up at her and see as she licks the tip once more, a shiver going through her whole body as she imagines the sight of my cooked cock hanging between my cooked thighs on my roasted body.
 
 She wraps her hand around the base and holds it steady as she begins to bob her head up and down on me, staring into my eyes the entire time and watching for my reactions. As her teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot, my fists clench on the covers and my head rolls back. "You know, for a teenager, you are pretty good at doing that." I wheeze out between deep breaths. "Not that I have anything to compare it to."
 
 "And for a man in your twenties, you have a pretty good taste." she says flicking the head with her nail and continuing to stroke me as she undresses herself one handed. She had to stop her fruitless effort to strip with one hand fairly quickly and took on the rest of the job with both hands.
 
 I look up at her from my spot on the bed and my jaw drops when I see her. She was very well proportioned, breasts the perfect size for her body and her rump looked amazing. If I had more time I would have wanted to make love to all of her but I had a very important appointment with the oven in the morning and I was pretty sure I was only going to get one orgasm.
 
 This powerful young woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and took it as soon as she could, was really turning me on. Her hands guided themselves all over my chest as she climbed up on top of me. "Not to question you ma'am, but aren't you going to use protection?" I ask curiously.
 
 "It's a chance i'm willing to take piggy." she says straddling my hips and letting her pussy lips wrap around the shaft of my cock. "If I get pregnant, i'll have another meal in 18 years." she says rubbing her warm lips against my cock meat. Her wetness rubbed of on it and made it shine as she grinded on me. She leaned down over me, her breasts pressing into by chest, and kisses my lips.
 
 "I just love making my piggy's squirm." she says against my lips as she reaches between our bodies and adjusts my cock as well as her hips. Then with one swift movement she lowers herself down, my hard shaft parting her petals as it sank deeper and deeper inside her. Her head tilts back and her hair cascades over her shoulders and the rest hangs down behind her.
 
 "MMM, i'll squirm for you as much as you want." I say as one hand timidly reaches up for her breast while she bounces up and down on me. As soon as my hand clasps onto one of them, one hand rushes to cover it and guides it in a pattern she liked. Her other hand stays on my chest to steady herself while she rides me.
 
 It was the most amazing experience of my life and I knew that it would wind up being the best. My head tilted back against the bed and let out moan after moan. I was amazed that I was lasting so long, I always figured that if I went a whole year without cumming I would explode upon contact. But I was making the distance and, though I could see the end of the line coming, it was approaching slowly.
 
 With every bounce she made on top of me, I countered with a thrust of my own, so when our hips made contact, my penis was buried deep inside her and she would let out a moan bigger than before. My grunts and her sexy moans mixed together to a crescendo that reverberated through the whole house with the bedroom door open.
 
 Our lovemaking lasts another 10 minutes before she cums on top of me. Her juices leak out around my cock and pool at my pubic mound. A flash of fear pulses through me, I was terrified that she would not allow me to cum now that she reached hers. She kissed along my chest and up to my chin, then captured my lips in her own. "MMM, should I let you finish piggy or send you off to the oven without?" she asks nibbling my lip gently and grinding against me, sending sparks of pleasure through me as well.
 
 "On one hand, I want to be the one to make you cum for the first time in a year." she says giving a soft slow grind upwards. "On the other, all that yummy cum buried deep in those balls would taste so good after 8 hours in my hot oven." Sweat beaded up on my forehead even more to see her indecision. I just wanted her to make her decision and either let me cum or not.
 
 "Tell me what you want piggy." she says kissing down to my chest.
 
 "I want you to do what you think I deserve." I say breathlessly and in a tiny barely audible whisper.
 
 "What was that?" she asks wrapping her teeth on my sensitive nipple and giving it a bite, while slamming her hips down on my cock as hard as she could at the same time.
 
 The combination of these sensations widens my eyes and my mouth opens in a high pitched moan. "Please ma'am, let me cum, let me feel the pleasure I have been denied for a year!" I scream out. I have no idea where it came from, just that it was too late to take it back.
 
 "MMM, good piggy." she says licking up all my sweat between my chest and my lips and begins riding me harder than before. I let out a powerful moan and after a few more minutes, I give a powerful upward thrust and release so many jets of cum inside her that it was amazing that I had stored that much in me. Each and every release let out more moans and sweat poured off me like a waterfall.
 
 When I had finished, I fell against the bed and my head tilted to the side. I felt so much pleasure in that 90 seconds that I was cumming for, that I was surprised that my brain hadn't broken. I had passed out from the pleasure and I had given her all the cum she wanted.
 
 When I woke up again, I was in a spacious cage, which was locked of course. My owner was sleeping peacefully in her bed behind me, and the sun had gone down. I assumed that I had experienced so much pleasure that my brain had to shut down for the entire afternoon to recover from it. With a goofy smile on my face I curled up in the cage and rested my head on the pillow. "If that was my last cum, it was worth it." I whisper to myself as the fatigue hits me like a truck again and I drift back off to sleep.
 
 The next thing I hear is a high pitched whining coming from her alarm clock. It startles me awake and I hit my head on the top of the cage as I wasn't used to the alarm like I was when I was considered a person. I hear the bed creak and sit up, rubbing my eyes to wipe the sleep out of them. "Good morning piggy" I hear and look to the side where my jaw drops and I scrabble as far away from her as I can. Danielle was there and held a bloody butcher knife in her hand. "Time to feast" she says ripping the top of the cage off and slamming the knife into my chest. I see a splash of blood cover her face and breasts over and over as she repeatedly does this to me.
 
 "NOOOO" I scream and sit up in the cage flailing around. I hit my head like I did before and the blanket falls off my naked body. Light streams in the room indicating that it's morning and Abby is right there kneeling next to the cage.
 
 "Piggy what is it?" she asks fumbling with the keys to get to me. Once the cage is unlocked, she pulls me out and rests my head on her thigh. "What's wrong piggy?" she asks running her fingers through my sweaty hair soothingly.
 
 "I had a nightmare ma'am." I say starting to calm down. "The woman that was in the butcher shop last night, she killed you and then me." I say running my hand up and down her other leg. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
 
 "It's no trouble piggy," she says as her alarm goes off. She leaves me alone long enough to shut it off before returning to me. "What you must have gone through to encite that kind of a nightmare from being near her for 5 minutes, I can't imagine what they would have put you through if they had gotten you, poor boy." she says scritching me gently behind the ears.
 
 "I don't want to think about it." I say marveling at the amount of comfort I got from this woman who I'd known for less than a day. It completely trumped the little I got in my past. "Thank you ma'am, you didn't have to be this good to me, I am only your food after all."
 
 "Whether you are food or not, until I slide you in that oven, I will keep you happy." she says as she pats my head gently. "I'm thinking of keeping you around another day, you are too upset to go in the oven today." she says thoughtfully.
 
 "No ma'am, i'm all right." I say sitting up and wiping my eyes. "The only thing that'll happen if you keep me another day is I will likely have the same nightmare again." I say taking her hands boldly. "I don't want to die, but if I must, I don't want to deprive you of a meal." I say looking into her eyes.
 
 "If you are sure piggy." she says squeezing my hand back. "If you will help with the preparations."
 
 "I will do as you wish ma'am." I say smiling at her.
 
 "Good boy" she says patting my head.
 
 "Thank you ma'am." I say as she clips my leash to my collar and leads me down the stairs to the kitchen.
 
 "Alright piggy, let's get you prepped and in the oven, do you remember what the oven needs to be set to for a thick and juicy rump roast?" she asks kneeling down to get her roasting pan out of the cabinet.
 
 "350 ma'am" I say taking the bottle of oil out of the cabinet once she has the roasting pan on the counter and had it cleaned off.
 
 "Thank you piggy." she says turning the dial on the oven readout to the right temperature. I took a moment to stare at the heating element as it begins to glow a bright orange. I'd be laying in there in just under an hour and I couldn't deny that it scared me.
 
 As I had memorized the recipe thorougly, she deferred to me instead of looking at the recipe page and it was very surreal to tell her how to prepare me for roasting. As I stood by the stove stirring the sauce that would baste me, I gave her pointers. "Now remember to baste me every 20 minutes, or my rump will dry out and be inedible." I say wincing as some of the sauce bubbled enough to splash my chest.
 
 Abby took that opportunity to lick the sauce off my chest and mmm at the flavor. "I know piggy." she says bouncing my balls in her hand just a bit. "These will taste real good later on." she says resisting the urge to get down on her knees and taste them.
 
 She pulled a stick of butter out of the refridgerator and teased my nipples with it before beginning to butter the pan slowly. Once the sauce was mixed properly I helped her as well, taking half the stick and buttering up another part of the pan. A layer of oil was poured into the bottom of the pan as well and then spice was shaken over that to make sure the meat on the bottom of the pan was properly flavored.
 
 Once the pan was done, I smile at her and dip my hand in oil to rub it along my chest and belly. "Now we need to oil my front so that I can get in the roasting pan and you can tie me up in the right position."
 
 "MMM My pleasure" she says as she dips her hands in oil and runs them slowly up and down my legs, I could tell just from the way that she was looking at me that she was getting hungrier. "Oh these steaks are going to be so juicy when I get ahold of them." she says running her hands around my thighs slowly. "And this belly, oooh its making my mouth water."
 
 And indeed, she had to wipe her lips clean from her drooling the more she oiled me down. "I can't wait to taste your meat." she says but she isn't speaking to me when she says this, she is speaking directly to my cock and balls. Her breath teasing my sensitive organ the longer she looks at it and licks her lips. She really only needed to oil my chest, arms and below my knees to get me ready to go into the pan but she wanted to be thorough.
 
 "Alright piggy are you ready to get into the pan?" she asks once my entire front had been coated in oil.
 
 "Yes ma'am." I say nodding my head.
 
 "Good boy." she says patting me on the head.
 
 I bow my head gently and smile. She leads me up the steps and has me kneel on the pan. She holds me steady while I push my arms under me and align my wrists with my ankles and my chin on the pan, the oil barely covering the cleft of my chin. "Tie me up tight ma'am, you don't want me trying to get away." I say with a little chuckle.
 
 "You wouldn't get far piggy." she says as she opens a new ball of twine and begins carefully tying me up, the scratchy twine pulling my limbs together nice and tight so I could just barely wiggle. I flexed my hands into fists and back out and tried to move but I couldn't do anything in this position.
 
 "What's next?" she asks eagerly. She seemed to be playing with herself as she prepared me, perhaps because she was preparing me or because I was telling her how to go about it.
 
 "You could either baste my back and the rest of me, or you could stuff me." I say breathing deeply as I was facing the oven and could see the glow of the oven getting brighter and brighter as time goes on. "Personally I would suggest stuffing be first because then you wouldn't miss any where on my belly when it expands."
 
 "You would have made a good chef one day piggy." she says as she runs her finger along my shaft, tracing a vein slowly.
 
 "Yeah if people actually saw potential in me." I say dryly, knowing its my old families fault I would never live to see that potential.
 
 She immediately knew who I was referring to as well and that it wasn't directed at her. "Well I do see potential in you piggy, you will be the greatest meal I have ever eaten." she says soothingly. Surprisingly enough, that works and I feel a bit better.
 
 "Thank you ma'am" I say smiling and giving a little shiver as her teasing finally starts kicking in.
 
 Somehow the two of us had forgotten to actually make the stuffing beforehand so she put all the ingredients on the counter in front of me and I had to watch as she mixed them all together. I watched her silently, the stuffing recipe wasn't part of the recipe for me so I didn't get a chance to memorize this. She had it handy though and I didn't need to say anything.
 
 "This stuffing recipe is an old family treasure. Passed down each generation, it gets a slight tweak with every generation that passes. I didn't know what to say to these comments so I just looked up at her and watched her face as she focused on putting together the stuffing. Her eyes shined when ever she looked at me, and a flash of hunger could be seen behind her eyes. Her breasts bounced as she danced around the kitchen happily while getting the ingredients for it. It finally finished when she cracked two eggs into the bowl and mixed it all up with her hands creating a loamy texture, like bread dough.
 
 I watched her as she picked up a scoop of it and it easily retained its shape and came apart from the rest of the bowl without hassle. "Are you ready piggy?" she asks picking up the bowl.
 
 "As ready as I'll ever be I guess." I say wiggling my butt to make it look more appetizing for her. I kind of wish she had stuffed me before tying me up now because I can't help her keep myself open. I felt the nozzle of the bottle of oil against the top of my crack and the cold sensation of the oil running along my asshole. Then her warm fingers penetrated me and began pumping back and forth inside me, sending more shivers up and down my spine.
 
 "You are very tight piggy, didn't your handlers ever have your ass to prepare you for this?" she asks grunting.
 
 "No ma'am" I say trying to relax so she can get me stuffed. "My routine was basically going in and out of the display window when the shop opened and closed." I say taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.
 
 I heard her give a sigh of relief when my breathing seemed to have done the trick. "Thank you piggy" she says and I soon hear the wet sound of her fingers pulling some stuffing from the bowl. I try my best to keep calm when I feel the wet unfamiliar feeling of the stuffing against my hole. After the first few insertions, she went to the sink to wash her hands and started rifling through the drawers.
 
 "I'm sorry piggy, but this has to be done." she says and she sounded genuinely sorry. I felt something cold and hard against my rump and the painful sensation of it being opened up. I heard the thunk of something hitting the bottom of the pan and the pain in my ass intensified a bit. "There we go, now try not to clench."
 
 Now that that was done, the stuffing went much easier, the cold spongy texture of the stuffing went into my ass easily and it actually helped soothe the pain in it from whatever she was using to keep me spread. It took her a good fifteen minutes to get me fully stuffed and when she removed the tool from my ass, it stayed open for a few moments before slowly closing back up. In fact, she had stuffed me so well, if you didn't know it was there, you'd never know I was stuffed in the first place.
 
 During my stuffing, I let out a few gasps and unexpected moans as it actually felt good to me. "Wow, no wonder women like this." I say off with a voice dripping in pleasure.
 
 Abby pulled a face and shook her head that I couldn't see. "Not all women." she says obviously referring to herself.
 
 I heard her feet padding along around me, checking me out from all angles. "Now piggy, I want you to lube up this carrot for me." she says holding the carrot out to my lips. It was big and round and was meant to go into my ass.
 
 I opened my mouth with a blush and she pressed it inside. She starts moving the carrot back and forth in my lips while I licked it and stared up into her eyes. She got a mischevious look on her face and began moving her hips back and forth, and with the way she was holding it, she acted like I was sucking her off. Even I got a good chuckle out of it once she pulled out and pretended to shoot all over my face.
 
 The cold feeling of the carrot being pressed into my ass to keep the stuffing in was an interesting sensation. Comepletely on the other side of the feeling scale from the stuffing. With the carrot I could feel every ridge as it popped into me when it settled inside me, only the top ridge and the green was sticking out of me.
 
 "Alright, now that i'm all nice and stuffed, you need to baste me." I say feeling full and sleepy.
 
 "MMM, now I get to run my hands over your juicy body again." she says as she sprays my back and distended belly with oil.
 
 The stuffing in my belly felt strange. It was pressing against the walls of my insides, but it didn't feel bad at all. I kind of liked it actually.
 
 She spent a good amount of time massaging my back and belly, ensuring that not a single inch of my flesh went without oil, she didn't want me to try out after all. Then, just because she liked them, she gave my cock and balls a good coating, but stopped when I gasped and my body stiffened up because she didn't want me to cum and waste it.
 
 As she was licking the head gently, the oven beeped to alert us that it was ready for me. Too bad I wasn't ready to go in yet. Abby went to the spice rack and began pulling various spices off the shelves. "You know the stuffing I used on you has been used in our turkeys every year for thanksgiving." she says as she begins shaking the canisters over my back. "But I think it tastes so much better in a juicy meatboys rump." she says giving it a wet smack and watching it jiggle.
 
 "I wouldn't know ma'am, i've never eaten human meat, let alone your stuffing."
 
 Her hand freezes as she finishes shaking the spice over my lower back and retrieves the bowl out of the sink. She collects a bit of the stuffing left from the bottom of the bowl and offers it to me. "Go ahead Piggy, you should know what's going to be served with you."
 
 I open my mouth and carefully lick the stuffing off her fingers. Immediately the flavor explodes on my tongue as it settles. I had never been a fan of stuffing before, but I would eat this every day of my life, and I tell her as much.
 
 "Why thank you piggy." she says patting my rump and rubbing it once the spices were applied to it. "It's always nice to know that the food agrees with its side dishes." she says happily.
 
 There was very little talking for the remainder of the preparations, just her asking me for the next step in the recipe, being to put an apple in my mouth and put me into the oven. She filled a bowl with spices and bread crumbs and carefully dipped my cock and balls in them to give them a nice coating for when she sat down to eat. She put some potatoes around me and between my bound arms to absorb my juices as I cooked, and some carrots along my body to be held in place by my limbs pushed so close together.
 
 For a the next step, she lifted me up just a bit, being careful not to disturb the carrots, and placed a half of a pumpkin under my head. This took care of some of the pressure on my spine and made it altogether more comfortable for me in the oven. She even had gouged out a portion of the pumpkin for my chin to rest into. I was extremely grateful for this as it had gotten quite uncomfortable laying with my back in that position. Then, she popped a can of pineapple slices and placed one under each of my pecs for my nipples to rest in. The cold of the pineapple hardened my nipples instantly and it was almost painful how hard they were. "Those nipples will be delicious with the pineapple juice baked into them" she says licking her lips.
 
 The rest of the slices went into the fridge for when I was further along in my cooking. "Well piggy, I guess it's time for you to go into the oven and roast for me." she says running her finger along my back and up the curve of my ass.
 
 I gulp a bit at the thought that it was now time for me to cook, but I nod my head as best as I can. "Yes ma'am, it is." I say shivering in fear.
 
 "Oh don't worry piggy, you'll be delicious." she says as she pats my head gently. "Now open wide, we don't want you to forget what you are now." she says soothingly. I didn't take it as harsh, because it was the truth.
 
 "I wouldn't forget that I am only food ma'am." I say wiggling my rump gently before opening my mouth.
 
 She presses the apple into my mouth and closes my teeth on it. My lips fit perfectly around the fruit and I look like I am ready for roasting, which I was.
 
 This was it, no more talking, no more preparations, no more recipes. It was time for me to go into the oven. I watch as Abby kneels down in front of me and opens the doors to the oven. They both open outward and make it easy to slide a fresh meat boy inside. Then she comes to my side and begins pulling a lever, the counter I was on begins to lower slowly until I was at just the perfect height to enter.
 
 My breathing gets heavier as my time draws nearer. I hear the wheels squeak as they support their heavy load towards the opening. I feel a thump as the wheels and the oven make contact. I feel her hand on my rump soothingly rubbing it to calm me down but it won't help. Her hands go to the corners of the roasting pan and push. I hear her grunting as she tries to push such a meal forward. The glow that had once lit my face, spreads down my back and up the curve to my rump.
 
 I feel severe pain on the top of my ass as she had miscalculated my height and my butt came in contact with the extremely hot metal of the stove. I scream a bit out of reflex until she pulls me back out. There is a deep six inch burn across my meat when she examines it. "I'm sorry piggy" she says moving the stand away. "I should have realized a thick juicy rump like yours would need more room."
 
 Getting a pair of oven mitts, she readjusts the oven rack before pushing me back into position. This time I fit perfectly through the door and I settled in place.
 
 I hear the doors close behind me and the click of powerful magnets activate keeping the door closed. There was only one thing to do now and that was to relax and roast. I took a sigh of relief that my last day had at least been good, aside from the nightmare that morning.
 
 Outside the oven, Abby whistled to herself as she watched my ass bounce up and down while I roasted and my cock swing back and forth. She licked her lips at the sight of it and couldn't wait to carve her first slice of my ham. After a few minutes of staring at my shaking rump, she gets up and starts working on her cleaning. She has dishes to do, counters to clean and side dishes to make.
 
 She gets the tupperware out of the pantry where I had put it the night before and sets it on the counter by the fridge. She had bought a ton of it since she knew she'd never be able to finish me off in one night. She sweeps off the counter of all the stuffing crumbs and spices that had fallen on it and begins sweeping the floor. When that was done, she was just in time for my first basting.
 
 Pulling me out of the oven, she was treated to my exhausted and sweaty body wiggling about in the pan. My flesh had already darkened to a pink red color and would get much darker from there. "Is my piggy OK?" she asks as she begins to swirl the baste around in the bowl with her brush.
 
 I give a soft nod and get ready to be basted. She runs the brush over my burn mark first to get the hard part over with and proceeds to go over my rump cheeks, my balls, shaft, belly and down my arms. She carefully removed the apple and let me sip from a glass of water before putting the apple back in. She brushed my hair back which was plastered to my head from sweat and slid me back into the oven.
 
 Between bastings she kept herself busy, alternating between watching me cook, and cleaning the kitchen.
 
 After 2 hours in the oven, she pulls me out and is rewarded with a deep red roast. Steam wafted off my flesh and into her nose causing her mouth to water intensely. "Oh my goodness." she says running her finger down my ass and tasting it. "Oh MMM, you taste so good."
 
 If my cheeks hadn't been a deep red already I would have blushed. As it was, I was nearly out of it anyway but the compliments still felt nice.
 
 She ran her finger along the bit of my chest that was visible and tasted that as well MMMMing at the taste dancing on her tongue. "I don't know what to start with when you are on the table tonight." she says shivering all over. Distantly I could hear the rumble of her belly as my juices landed in her stomach demanding more. She basted me lovingly, once again starting on my burn to get the worst out of the way, then carefully basting the rest of me.
 
 I give a sigh of relief at the basting. It is being kept in the fridge keeps it nice and cool while I roast so when it is applied, it cools me down and makes me feel wonderful. Like the first warm breeze in spring. I knew it was slowing down my cooking a touch but I couldn't deny that it felt amazing.
 
 I was soon back in the oven where I belonged and I could feel her eyes on me as they always were when I re-entered the oven. I gave my ass a little wiggle for her before I had to stop. I was stiffening up and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was completely unable to move.
 
 After watching my ass wiggle about, she took a quick look around the kitchen and, seeing that it was sparkling clean, she went to get a book and sat in the kitchen reading it, paying attention to the timer after every page so that she could baste me on time every time.
 
 The afternoon wore on very slowly for the both of us, me because I was the one roasting, and her because she was the one waiting for dinner. It followed the same routine though. Taste, baste and back in the oven. She'd give me encouraging words during the bastings, but eventually I fell asleep and didn't hear what she was saying to me.
 
 Once I fell asleep, she patted my head and gave it a small kiss, licking her lips from my salty juices. She didn't say much after I fell asleep, not to me anyway.
 
 As the clock hits 6PM, I am pulled out again and my flesh is a delectable golden brown. The spices and seasonings had baked onto my flesh perfectly, sending off a billow of steam that made the whole room smell like fresh baked meat. I woke up when the cold ice was placed on my tongue and I looked at her with severely exhausted eyes. "You are almost ready for the table piggy, just one more basting and 20 more minutes and I can feast." she says as she carefully bastes my back and arms. She saved my rump for last as she had decided it looked the best, all golden brown and dotted with spice.
 
 I was a little confused when she didn't put me back in the oven right away after basting, but I couldn't move my head to look around. I heard her moving away from me, the sound of the fridge and the vaccuum seal of tupperware. To my flesh that had been heated up to a massive 350 degrees, the pineapple juice felt like little drops of ice being dripped on me. It didn't even compare to the pineapple rings that were placed along my back. They sizzled when they were set on me and already began to bake into place.
 
 For her final touch, she placed two pineapple slices on my rump cheeks and pushed a toothpick in them to keep them in place. I didn't even feel it, my rump had been cooked so thoroughly. From the point where the toothpicks penetrated my body, clear juice ran down my ass and sizzled in the pan. I was almost ready. I was pushed back in the oven then and I closed my eyes, content to just wait for her to serve me. I was dimly aware of another pan being pushed in with me, but I was too far gone to care.
 
 Abby spent the next 20 minutes setting the table and the serving cart. Since there was no way she'd be able to transfer me onto a platter by herself, she decided to just serve me in my roasting pan.
 
 During each of my bastings she had collected small amounts of my juice from the bottom of the pan and mixed them with canned gravy to make a taste unique to my meat. There was a steaming bowl of that on the counter, as well as a chilled bottle of wine. She hadn't eaten anything at all today, wanting to fill up on me instead.
 
 She was starving, drooling over my rump and wanting to cut herself a slice more and more every minute. When the final buzzer goes off, she hurries from the table and opens the twin oven doors. She pulls me out of the oven and gazes down at me. Her blue eyes sparkling with hunger and she sniffs the air happily as my fully cooked body finally is revealed to her. She presses a meat thermometer into my rump right alongside the carrot and waits patiently for the needle to stop rising. There was a sigh of relief from her when the needle stops just before 250. I was ready.
 
 After she moves me onto the serving tray and readjusts it to the height it was when I was prepared, she circles around me. She sees my golden brown rump and wipes her lips at how good it looks. The carrot, now a darker orange from cooking makes a nice contrast to the dark meat around it along with the bright pineapple. She removes the toothpicks and smiles when the pineapple stays in place.
 
 My cock and balls were now a crispy lighter brown color from the coating she put on them and very rough to the touch when she wrapped her lips around it. It was still very firm and extemely hot to the touch. She noticed how some of the fat in my ass had melted and basted my balls just a bit through the entire cooking process and licked her lips in aniticpation of that cut of meat.
 
 Moving along my back the pineapple slices had baked onto me perfectly and, like on my ass, created a nice contrast. The spices and sauce mixed perfectly with my back meat and ribs and she just wanted to dig her teeth in. Then she got to my head which looked peaceful with my eyes closed and not a single hint of pain in any of my features.
 
 Pushing the cart into the dining room, she puts the gravy and the other pan that was in the oven with me on the tray and sets me up next to the table which was decorated with her best china and silverware. She puts a cover over me to keep me warm while she gets dressed. She had stayed naked all day long so she didn't get her clothes dirty by preparing me.
 
 I wake up in darkness, I can barely breath anymore as my insides were shutting down one by one from the heat of the oven. I could smell something really good and mouthwatering and it took me a moment or two to realize it was my own cooked meat I was smelling. I heard heels clicking towards me after a few more moments and after blinking a few times, I realized I was about to be served.
 
 When the top was pulled off of me and the steam cleared, I saw her and she was beautiful. She had a form fitting blue evening gown on that brought out the color of her eyes. I would have smiled at her if I could but the apple prevented it.
 
 "Do you have any last words before I start my feast piggy?" she asks turning the other pan over onto a plate and I realized that it was homemade corn bread she had made to go along with my meat.
 
 It was difficult, but I managed to move my head back and forth a few times to tell her that I didn't and I just wanted her to enjoy herself.
 
 "Alright piggy." she says patting my head gently and circles around me. "Now this may sting a little." She says as she pierces my rump with her two pronged fork. I feel a little tug as the fork settles all the way down inside my meat but nothing else. Then there is the sharp tugs as the knife carves into my butt and removes a whole cheek. She sets it down in front of me and I see what my cooked rump roast looks like. I had to admit that if it hadn't been mine, I probably would have enjoyed eating it myself.
 
 A puff of steam escapes my innards as she removes the carrot from me and sets it down next to my cheek and I was amazed that it had fit inside me as far as it did. The next thing I felt was a spoon beginning to scoop the stuffing from inside me and plopping it down on the plate. She cut some bread and spooned some gravy over the meat. Then she forked a couple of potatoes onto the plate and mashed them up as well and added gravy to that too.
 
 When I saw the plate again, I saw a healthy meal. Meat, potatoes, vegetables and bread. It did look appetizing even if my stomach didn't work anymore. She sat down in front of me with my eyes looking straight at her. She carved off a slice of rump and took a bite. I heard her teeth scrape against the fork as she pulled the meat into her mouth and began to chew.
 
 As she chewed on me, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She became lost in the flavors of me as her teeth clicked together over and over. I had to admit, I admired her self control. I knew that if it had been me and I was eating something that good, i'd have torn into the meat without restraint. To see her calmly eating bite by bite off her fork without losing control was very impressive.
 
 Soon enough her plate was clean and she was admiring my body, trying to decide which piece of me she wanted next. She lifted me up carefully, with her fork to get a look at my chest. The pineapple slices on my nipples had indeed baked into place, and being under my body protected them from burning. She sliced off a hearty slice of breast meat and laid it on the plate. I was now a little lopsided, not really all that much but I did begin to tilt. To compensate, Abby put a potato under me, which helped briefly.
 
 She pierced the nipple with her fork and carefully peeled the pineapple off of it. She wanted to taste it without the actual fruit on it first. She cut the hard nub and the disc around it off and put it into her mouth. She tongued the nipple for a moment as she tasted it and gave an audible moan once she sank her teeth into it and the juices escaped to cover her tongue. When she swallowed, she tilted her head back and I was able to watch the bulge it made in her neck as it went down her throat right up until it disappeared behind her breasts.
 
 The rest of my breast meat went quickly with the pineapple and all. "Oh I forgot something." she says getting up and walking to the kitchen. I hear the drawers being riffled through and her heels clicking their way back to me. I felt something against my cock and then something shoved down my shaft. Next I feel the same carving sensation I felt when my ass and my pec was harvested.
 
 When she sat down again, Abby had my cock and balls skewered on a stick. I could see it very clearly even though my vision was swimming at this point. I watched as she held the tip between two fingers and pushed the skewer the rest of the way through so when she held it up the tip was at the top of it and not the balls. She admired it from all sides, which allowed me to see it at all sides. Aside from where it was all connected to my body, the entire thing was encrusted with bread crumbs.
 
 She set it down on her plate and spooned gravy down the shaft and over the balls, leaving the head clean. I watched fascinated that the piece of meat she was about to eat, had brought me so much pleasure since I turned 18 and now it was only food. She bit into the head, just behind the ridge and I heard it crunch. The bread crumbs crispy from cooking and made it sound so good. Every time her teeth sank into the meat of the tip, another crunch was heard and just from the look on her face I knew it was as satisfying to eat as it was to listen to.
 
 After the head, she bit into the shaft from the side, a big bite seperating a good amount of meat from the cock and showing the inner meat. With the last bit of movement I had, I shivered, it was so erotic seeing my body used to allow another to survive and keep going. I was always going to be a part of her now.
 
 Once my shaft was gone and in her belly, she she slices off a good amount of thigh from my leg and puts it in front of her. I could see where it used to be connected to the bone by the semicircular divot in the middle. She picked up the skewer that still had my balls on it and nibbled the side of it. I hear a satisfying crunch as she bites through the breading and watch as the hot juices inside spilled out to pool in the thigh roast.
 
 "MMM, ball juice gravy" she says before eating the rest of my balls and watching the juices sink into my thighs.
 
 By this time, my vision was dark around the edges and closing in fast. I was barely breathing and my heart was slowing down. I watched as she ate my thigh one bite at a time and by the time she reached the 3/4 mark, her appetite was starting to wane. I could tell because she wasn't eating as fast as she was.
 
 She looked up at me while she was chewing her last bite and smiled when she swallowed. "Thank you for being here with me through the whole meal piggy." she says leaning in and giving me a kiss on my apple. I give a soft breath of air from my nose to let her know I was still there.
 
 She looked me over one more time, one of my pecs was gone, a whole ass cheek, a ton of stuffing, my cock and balls and some thigh. All things considered she didn't eat very much, but she didn't expect to. "As a special treat for making it this far, i'm going to put you away naked, so the last thing you see is my naked body piggy." she says leaving my vision for only a minute while she strips out of her evening gown. I give a weak happy sigh when I see this and can just barely watch as she gets the mountain of tupperware.
 
 She sets them down off to the side of me and picks one up. I feel her carefully spooning the stuffing out of me into the first one and setting it aside with a lid. Now that the contents of my behind are taken care of, she can do the rest in front of me. I watch her intently as she pulls off one of my arms and strips the meat from the bones into another container. Carefully labeling it, she sets it aside.
 
 As she leans in to pull my ribs off her breasts lean against my face, her hard nipple rubbing against my nose gently. She gasps when my cooked flesh presses against her breast but giggles at the same time.
 
 Soon, my eyes begin drooping as my other rump roast and pec meat are put away. Being very careful to keep breasts in view for me, she leans in and the last thing I hear before passing away is "You were without a doubt the best meal I have ever had and I am so happy I chose you."