I was living it large, I had finally found myself a job, and I was one of the very few muggles who worked in the wizarding restaurant. I had enjoyed eating there at times, but because the serving staff was all women, and you needed magic in order to do a lot of the cooking, I could never apply for a job.
 
 Shortly after my last visit, in which my favorite waitress brought her boyfriend and ate him with one of their friends, there were women begging for male meat. Owls flooded the place from women asking the manager when he'd start putting men on the menu's. He had already decided judging by the response at seeing the man walk through the restaurant with no genitals but the owls coming in had cemented it.
 
 The sign went up for male servers to be regularly cooked and eaten for the customers. I applied within hours. I was called in for an interview and given the job on my second owl in. During orientation, I was told that at most i'd work 2 nights a week, as the female meat was still the most popular and there was no need to have menu items displayed when it probably wouldn't be ordered. I was also told that though we only worked 2 nights a week, we would be on call every night in case a customer ordered us. This was around the time that witches and wizards were incorporating the muggle technology known as cell phones, so it was easier to get ahold of employees when they needed them.
 
 Unlike the waitress' us guys were given collars because the manager said it would make us look more delectable with something around our necks, and that we were to be actng like pets when requested to.
 
 I didn't care, I was just happy to have a job that would keep me above water. The first night I worked, it was a surreal experience. I saw women staring at my naked body and licking their lips. There was only 2 servers working that night, and the attention was mostly on me as I moved from the kitchen to each table to deliver food and drinks.
 
 "Hey Big boy, how much for me to eat you?"
 
 "MMM, that big cock of yours would feel so good sliding past my lips and into my belly"
 
 "Oh boy, come over here and let me put this carrot in your rump and see how it fits."
 
 Those were only a few of the comments I recieved from the customers that evening and it made me so very hard. Unfortunately for me I was not ordered that night, but I made a massive sack of gold. I'd have to give it to my cousin to get it translated to money I could actually use but it was a lot of money. More than any of my other jobs paid me in a week and I made it in one evening.
 
 I worked the meat shift twice a week for a good few months, never getting ordered, but I was given tips for letting one of the customers jerk me off into their food or sitting with them on the floor like a pet while they ate and stroked my hair.
 
 And then it happened, I was working one night in early september and I heard "Waiter, come here please" being the one closer to the table, I head over to a table with a woman with long bushy brown hair sitting at it.
 
 When I got around the woman and saw her face, my jaw dropped, it was my favorite waitress. I hadn't met her while I was working, a mixture of scheduling conflicts and her having off. "H-h-hermione?"
 
 Her head looks up at me and her beautiful brown eyes sparkle that i've recognized her. "Oh, so you got a job here, i'm happy for you" she says patting me on the thigh. "I remember you, serving you your favorite soup meals." she giggles as she stands and looks me over. She presses herself against my back and smiles into my ear. "THat last bowl of soup, I had a hand in it, literally" she whispers before sitting back down in her seat.
 
 As she was doing this, my cock got harder, not something easily hidden when one is naked. "Oh does the meat like it when I do that?" she asks stroking my cock with one finger. "Well good." She says leaning down and sliding her lips down my shaft to its base and back up, pulling off my tip with a pop. "So big boy" she says licking her lips while stroking me back and forth. "How would you like to be my dinner tonight?" she asks running her tongue up my belly to my lips, slowly standing up and kissing me when she was upright.
 
 "I'd love it." I respond, not that I had any choice in the matter, if she ordered me, she'd own me until she ate me.
 
 "That's a good boy." she says kissing me again before walking with me to the managers office, holding my dick to lead me the whole way. As she lead me along, she would squeeze my dick at random points, always sending pleasured jolts through me until we reached the boss's office. She walked in without knocking and leaned against the door frame. "I think i've chosen my free meal." she says continuing to stroke me.
 
 He looks up and smiles at the two of us, one confidently stroking a penis, the other holding on to the wall, breathing heavily with his tongue hanging out. "If that's what you want Miss Granger." he says walking up to us and taking a sign off the wall. I had been in here only once to be talked to about a mistake I had made on the job during my first week. This wall had the rewards for the employees on it, to be given out at the boss' discretion. The sign he slid down my shaft was one that said "Free Meal" and once it settled in place, the text changed from blue to red and the word CLAIMED appeared on it.
 
 "Thank you boss." she says as she leads me back through the restaurant, all the customers seeing her lead me through, several of them whispering how lucky she was to get me and how they wished they could have a bite or two of my round shapely rump. She lead me straight to a private room and pushes me over onto the couch before straddling me. Her breasts pressed against my face as she pulled my head in closer.
 
 She shucked off her dress and slid her bra down with it leaving me pressed against her large warm naked breasts. "Did you ever taste my tits meatboy?" she asks curiously as my tongue peeks out and runs along the flesh connecting both breasts. She gave a soft moan as my tongue played on her skin and pulled me away from her chest while grinding on me. "Answer me meat"
 
 "I don't think so ma'am, though there was a bit of rubbery meat in the last bowl of soup." I say after she cups my face and kisses me deeply.
 
 "That was probably one of my nipples, nipple meat tends to be rather rubbery to chew." she then slid her hand down my arms and grips my wrists. She slides my hands to her rump and I squeeze gently while she takes out her wand to vanish her clothes leaving us both naked. The moment her clothes disappeared, she sank on my lap all 9 inches of my cock and its entire shaft was surrounded in sticky warm wetness. Her head tilted back and she moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck to keep steady as she started to bounce on me slowly. "OH GODS" she moans as her breasts rub against my chest. "I want to season that cock with my own juice, it feels like it'll be a fantastic meal, I can't wait to bite into it." She says the last bit against my lips as she captures me in another kiss.
 
 I start thrusting up and down on the couch, enjoying the feel of her tight wet pussy surrounding my penis as we fucked. Eventually, she stopped and climbed off of me. "I've got a good idea" she says removing my collar from around my neck. I blink as she clicks the collar around her own and kneels before me. "I want you to take control of me until you are done, then order me to roast you." she says nuzzling my thighs. My cock was dripping in her juices and she caught the drop on her tongue before kissing the tip.
 
 "Suck me off." I whisper out, surprised by this turn of events.
 
 "MMM, yes master." she says before beginning to bob her head slowly down the shaft and mmmming every few seconds. As she sucked me off, she looked up at me from the floor, not with the love and adoration a normal slave should have for their owner, but with hunger and longing for meat. She wanted to eat me not serve me, and she was getting a good appetizer right now.
 
 As she bobbed her head up and down, my hands clenched and unclenched as she pleasured me, I wanted to bury my hands in her hair and pull her down, but despite the game we were playing, I was still the food. "Oh gods yes" I say as I run my fingers through her hair. "Tell me how I will be cooked." I say standing up so she doesn't have to bend so far to get to me.
 
 Once I get to my feet, she grips my butt cheeks and squeezes tight, letting the flesh of it splay out between her fingers as she bobs her head. Finally, she pulls off of me and kisses the tip. "I am going to have you cooked the same way I enjoy being cooked the most."
 
 "And how is that?" I ask curiously as she pulls my balls into her mouth and swishes them around in her mouth.
 
 "Oh that's a surprise." she says rubbing my thick cock against her nipples and letting the head play with the hard nub. "You'll find out when I lead you to the kitchens." she says stroking my cock as she stands back up and kisses me, never letting her hand off my penis.
 
 She pushes me back again, this time against a wall where she runs her kisses all up and down my chest and thighs, getting a taste of my raw meat, all the while stroking me with slow but powerful pleasurable strokes. Her body was pressed against mine and it felt really great with her large breasts sitting on my chest. "I can't wait to taste your nipples." she says biting one gently. I moan and shiver in response to this as she gives soft and hard playful nibbles before returning to sucking my cock.
 
 Her beautiful brown hair moved back and forth on me, her eyes closed in bliss as her lips went across the skin of my shaft slowly. Every time I felt her tongue run across me, I heard her mmm at me and nibble at the base of the dick with her teeth. My hands keep clenching and unclenching in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Hermione bites harder and harder every time. "Oh please Mistress, don't eat me raw, I would taste so much better fully cooked."
 
 She dragged her teeth back on my cock moaning at the taste as I grabbed onto the wall in pleasure. "OH yes, right there."
 
 She put pressure right where I told her and suddenly I was cumming, shooting cum in her mouth, painting her tongue a cummy white color and her tonsils and uvula as well, I had been backed up for a while. Doing the stereotypical porn actress thing, she lets it pool up on her tongue before tilting her head back and opening wide so I can see her as she swallows it all down. She then opened wide and enveloped my balls in her mouth to soak them in cum before swallowing it all down in one gulp, giving a soft "Aaah" when it went down. "That was delicious." she says kissing the tip and cleaning me off with her tongue. "I can't wait to bite into the balls that made that yummy cum." She finished off that with kissing said balls like one would kiss a priceless possession.
 
 "I can't wait for you to bite into them, I hope for being the first one to eat a worthless muggle like me you'd get some good food from me.
 
 She had just been prepared to nibble on my balls again when she stood straight up, her breasts bouncing due to the force of her movement. She crossed her arms to steady her breasts before pointing right between my eyes. "There is nothing useless about muggles." she said indignently. Without muggles we wouldn't be where we are today, it is thanks to them that we are as advanced as we are." This went on for a good 10 minutes while she explains why and how muggles were not useless and how they were needed, all while I shrink back down in shame at my words.
 
 "AND to top it all off." she says stepping closer, her breasts pressing against my chest. "I wouldn't have such a sexy delicious meatboy for dinner tonight without muggles like you." she says kissing me deeply, causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure.
 
 "Please, Roast me." I say rasping out after she pulls away, a thin line of spittle connecting us.
 
 "As you wish sir, but first." she says putting her hand on my head and pushing down. "I want you to get on your knees and eat me out."
 
 "Yes Mistress." I say as I lick my lips and lean forward, swirling my tongue around her clit happily and teasing her whole pussy. From the moment my tongue touched her, she started moaning, putting her hands on the back of my head and pushing me closer. She soon started grinding her pussy against my lips and nose, making it so all of my senses were filled with her, Taste, touch, hearing, smell and sight. "I'm sorry for upsetting you Mistress." I say against her pussy, the vibrations in my voice going through her body.
 
 "No talking, eat me." She moans breathlessly.
 
 "Yes Mistress." I say using all of my skills to pleasure her. I was rewarded shortly after with a faceful of cum. I fell back, her cum dripping off my lips nose and chin and took a deep breath. "Wow" I say licking my lips as I relaxed a bit and rubbed my forehead. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to wipe my head, I knew things were going to get about 5 times as hot as they were at the moment.
 
 She helped me to my feet and pushes me against the wall again, rubbing her hands over me. "So meatboy, are you ready to get cooking, to become meat for me to devour one bite at a time?" As she spoke, she moved closer to my ear, and the final word she spoke was with my ear lobe between her teeth which sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
 
 "Yes Ma'am, I hope I taste good for you." I say once the shivers wore off of me.
 
 "MMM, I'm quite certain that you will." she says against my lips as she takes control again and we make out for a decent amount of time. I was surprised that I was able to stay hard through all of this, even with a beautiful naked woman in my presence, after I cum I usually soften. Finally, she pulls away from me breathless and slides her hand from my head to my cock which she wraps her hands around. "Come on meatboy." she says waving her wand and getting dressed again. Then she points her wand at the collar around her neck and it jumps from her neck to mine. Then the ring on the front of the collar and a leash materialized from the ring leading to her hand. "Like it? My first master taught me that one." she says winking and leading me through the restaurant again.
 
 I automatically put my hands behind my back and I could feel them bind together very lightly. If I moved my hands away from eachother the binding would break. Everyone watched us move, licking their lips, hoping that I could be shared. Another woman was busy eating the rump of one of our other servers while his belly was in another part of the restaurant, his dick in another and his limbs scattered. I even saw one of his pecs on another plate with his nipple gone. The woman with the rump looked very american, like me, and had a guitar case sitting with her, I could only guess she was part of a band. The initials, LP and the FC were written across the case and she had just taken a small bite of her food when I was pulled through the kitchen door.
 
 All the cooks stopped what they were doing when Hermione walked through and smiled at her. "Is this your meal this evening Miss Granger?"
 
 "Yes Carl." she says smiling. "I think I picked a nice juicy one don't you?" she asks turning me around while she was speaking and smacking my ass to watch it jiggle.
 
 One of the lady cooks nodded with a lick of her lips. "I'd like a bite of that myself." she says as I was led to the preparation station. "Get on up here on the table meat boy." the cook says patting the table. "We need to get this spit through you to get you cooking."
 
 "MMM, that sounds great." I say as I am positioned on my belly on my knees leaning over the table. My legs were spread and my neck was affixed to the table by a strap and I was facing the ground. My wrists were bound to my bound ankles and I smiled as I saw one of the cooks holding my shoulders down to keep me in place.
 
 Hermione climbed up behind me and clapped her hands. She leaned forward and kissed my rump softly and kneaded the flesh and meat there. "MMM, this will be the first time I get to spit someone, I've seen it many times before and i've read all about it, I think I can do it." she says as one of the chefs taps the spit with his wand causing it to glow a bit as he was walking past my vision.
 
 "I have faith in you Mistress Hermione." I say as I feel the cold metal tip of the spit against my rump.
 
 "OH I just love hearing that." She says as she kneeling between my legs and starts pushing gently. I felt my hole expand a bit as the spit slowly pushed it open and pushed inside me. I could feel the cool metal working its way through my body with no sign of stopping. I surprise myself with a few breathy moans as the spit enters me and it feels amazing. All at once I felt an enormous pain in my lower belly just above the junction between my butt and my spine. It radiated in waves all through my body and only got worse before it petered out and was just a hot pain in my gut.
 
 "What was that?" I ask weakly keeping my teeth clenched to stop myself from screaming.
 
 "Oh just the spit piercing the one part of you it couldn't push out of the way." Hermione says as she keeps pushing, going slow to keep the pain in my gut to a minimum. "OH and no need to do a full body cleaning jinx, just on his feet, i've already marinated parts of him."
 
 "Yes ma'am" the chefs all say as they prepare the rest of the sauces and spices they'd need to cook me.
 
 "So much respect" I hear her say as the spit sinks within me another inch. The whole spitting process took only 5 minutes, long enough for Hermiones dress to come undone and one of her tits to fall free, her to wipe her forehead and me to start spluttering and choking. I could feel the spit through my body, I could feel it entering my rump, piercing my whole body and blocking my throat pathway. I couldn't even close my mouth for fear of the spit poking into my tongue and teeth. Very soon, I could see the sharp point of the spit escaping me and pushing forward. A bit of saliva dripped off the tip and the darkness began encompassing my vision as they turned and twisted the spit around in my body. There were brief flashes of air rushing into me but not enough to keep me conscious for much longer.
 
 My eyes begin drooping as I start losing consciousness until a fresh rush of air enters my lungs and I take a deep yet hollow sounding breath. "Sorry about that, I wasn't sure where the holes were so you could breathe, I had to go slowly until you relaxed." she says kissing my forehead.
 
 "Panks" I say with the spit through me. All in all it wasn't that bad to be spitted, sure there was an excruciating pain in the pit of my stomach and it was still just barely there, but it wasn't all that bad. I would love to do it again, maybe if Hermione ordered me again.
 
 I could feel a pair of brushes on my body, starting at my feet, after the cleaning spell had been applied, and working their way up my legs to my scrumptious thighs. I shivered as the saucy brushes teased my asshole around the spit, and then down my juicy balls and down my shaft. Sauce dripped off of my tip and landed in the pan between my legs as they moved up my belly and around my sides. Parts of me would have to wait until I was over the fire to be covered but they were doing what they could now to save time later.
 
 Within another few short minutes, I was dripping in sauce and about ready to go over the fire. "One last thing." I hear Hermione say from behind me. "Engorgio!" She says and I can feel weight begin to increase between my legs. I obviously can't look back so I have to wait for someone to tell me what she did.
 
 I then see Hermione bend over in front of me, giving me a great view of her breasts. "I just had to increase the size of that juicy sausage." she says wobbling back and forth so her tits jiggled for me. "Now there's only one more thing to do before we get my dinner cooking." she says as the chefs unbind me and turn me over onto my back.
 
 My head was now hanging off the edge of the table, the same position Hermione herself was in when she got spitroasted several years previously. I felt the table move as someone climbed up on top of me, but I knew who it was when Hermione's dress went past my vision. Shortly after I felt a hand wrap around my larger cock, and adjust it, grunting a bit at the now heavier penis. Moaning followed this and something warm and wet pressed itself against my tip.
 
 I loved the sound of Hermione's moaning as she played with herself using both her fingers and my cock head. While she was doing this, my wrists were taken and pulled up in front of me to be tied to the spit. My legs would have been next but Hermione was busy down that way. "Oh gods I can't wait to eat you, you look so sexy with the spit pole shoved through you, all oiled up just for me." Moan "Oh yes, you are going to fill me up so well." And then she came, she squirted all over me, covering my thick cock with her juices which she then rubbed in to me. "MMM, there, now you are perfect, go ahead and get him over the fire."
 
 Once she was done with me, the chefs prepared a salad and tied my legs to the spit before carrying me out to the fire prongs and the salad to her table. It took me a bit to get reoriented once I was on the prongs as my whole body was being supported by my butt and my mouth, so therefore my butt and mouth were being stretched by all my weight being pulled down on them.
 
 Suddenly there was a WHOOSH as they chefs started the fire beneath me, the fire spluttered as the sauces dripping off of me hit the flames and I was starting to turn. I felt the spit move within me and could see it moving faster than I was spinning so it wasn't a surprise when they stopped turning me. I felt something attached to my rump and attached to the spit as well. Then when the chefs started turning me again, I was moving at the same speed as the spit so I knew i'd cook through and cook properly.
 
 Then the brushes started, basting me from my neck all the way down to my feet. It was a welcome relief from the heat, the cool sauce lowering my body temperature a few degrees as the fire fought to raise it to a high level as it cooked me. Every time I spun downwards so my belly was facing the flames, the fire would fly up to meet my now massive cock and brown the tip a darker brown with every roatation.
 
 Every time the brush went past my nipples a soft moan escapes my lips and the same for when they baste my balls and cock. I wished I could see what they looked like now. The longer I turned with my eyes open the dizzier I got, due to a combination of heat, spice, oil and movement. I eventually closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride while the chefs took care of my roasting body.
 
 With my eyes closed, my hearing got a bit better to compensate. "Look at that huge dick, I'd love to have a bite of that, I wish I had thought of using that spell before."
 
 "You can look but you can't touch, that's mine." I hear Hermione say lightly. If I wasn't already red from the heat I would have blushed to have been claimed like that. "Come on be a good boy and cum for me." she says as she licks her lips and bastes my cock. I knew she was right by me because her voice was that much closer. As she swirled the brush around my tip, I let out a soft moan and came hard. A good blast of cum shot upwards and sizzled on my basted chest and belly when it landed. "Good boy." she says rubbing it in and letting the chefs take over from there. As she walked away she licked my cum off her fingers and sighed happily at the flavor of the cooked cum.
 
 Even though I was for Hermione alone, she still let the customers come up and give me a basting, so they could smell me up close and personal as my natural body oils dripped from every pore and made the fire sizzle and smoke. One woman had a lot of fun basting my thick throbbing cock as I spun on the spit and blushed bright when I gave a soft moan at the feeling.
 
 Several hours later, I was pulled off the spit poles and my body was rested on a platter that had been moved right next to the fire pit so my grease and oil didn't make a mess. I was slowly lowered onto the platter on my knees, and I had the unique sensation of feeling the spit pulled back out of me, using spells to keep my from falling off the table and ruining Hermione's dinner. A clever device was placed between my feet that my butt would rest on as well as hold my arms in place, adn with magic it was affixed to the platter to keep it steady.
 
 Being cooked, I couldn't move my head on my own and had to have one of the chefs adjust me so that I was facing forward. Using the last of my energy I looked down and saw how huge and brown my cock had become and it was a good 5 times the size it used to be. I hoped Hermione would enjoy eating it. With my mouth now wide open, an apple was pushed in and my jaw closed so it would stay in place as well. A little bit of salt was shaken over me, and especially on my shaft and I felt the freezing sensation of something being put into my butt, I was told it was a carrot freshly removed from the fridge.
 
 I felt steam rise from the carrot and waft past my arms from the heat of my butt and I knew I was ready to be served. I felt a nudge as someone pushed me along through the restaurant to Hermione's table where she was drinking a bottle of butterbeer and talking on a cell phone. "Oh, I have to go, my dinner was just brought to me..... yes, yes, at the restaurant, alright, I love you too Harry, bye." she hung up the phone then and put it into her purse as she stood up to look at me all over. "MMM, you look even better all cooked up like this than you did raw." she says running her finger down my chest and tasting it.
 
 I shivered very slightly and not visible to anyone, but I felt the shiver run down my spine. I watched straight ahead as Hermione walked around me, slowly running the blade of the knife down the fork handle and tines as she tried to decide which part to start with. "Do I want your ribs, or your rump roast." she says wiping her lips. "Or perhaps your sausage and meatballs." she says grabbing a pair of tongs and lifting the sausage up a bit and lowering it back down. "Maybe your thighs."
 
 She finally pressed the fork into my thigh meat and I felt nothing but a soft pull even when she started slicing into it, letting the cooked meat be exposed to the air and steam rapidly. She pulled a few slices onto her plate and cut a chunk off of the edge. As the meat landed on her tongue, she smiled happily and kept eating. "So good." she says as she eats my thigh. Her next cut was my rump, she laid a whole cheek on her plate and decorated it with sprig of parsley. That piece of meat didn't last long either.
 
 She was given a large bowl of barbecue sauce when she sliced into my chest and pulled off a rack of ribs. I watched as her face got covered in more and more sauce as she kept dipping the ribs in the barbecue sauce and eating into them with wild abandon. Once one of my sets of ribs was gone I found myself leaning to the left a bit, but the magic of the rack I was sitting on kicked in and I steadied out. Her final bite of my rib meat was when she took my nipple and played with its rubbery hardness on her tongue before biting into the nub with her front teeth and chewed me up. "Now for my final piece." she says as she stands back up. "I'll be taking the rest of your meat home." she says as she stands next to me and licks her lips.
 
 Out of the corner of my eyes I could see waiters come forward with knives and to go boxes to put the rest of my meat away. She grabbed my shaft and kissed my cheek and then my neck as she picked up a knife with her other hand and slowly carved my cock and balls off of me. "MMM, I sure would love to have a facial for dessert." she says winking. "But as this is the first time you are going to be put in the box I don't think that'll happen." she says as she sets the cock on her plate. I had to blink a few times as the cock was longer than the plate was.
 
 I watched as she cut the cock into slices, and my dying brain imagined that large cock sitting on a bun covered in ketchup and mustard. She pulled the tip to her lips and kissed it before sliding it into her mouth and rolling the large piece on her tongue. As she chewed it, she had to tilt her head back and blow out some steam as the cock was still very hot. When she finally swallowed, she looked me right in the eyes and licked her lips. She took the balls on her fork and seperated them from the shaft before raising it up above her head and slicing open the testicles with her fork. With her mouth open and her head tilted back, I watched as milky white fluid that was a mixture of cum and grease, dripped out of the cut and filled her mouth that she quickly swallowed. She then lowered my balls into her mouth and chewed them up. I heard two distinct pops in her mouth as she popped my balls and she jumped when the hot grease exploded all over the inside of her mouth. When she finally swallowed, she smiled. "Those balls were delicious." and that was the last thing she said to me as she was eating my cock slices now.
 
 The waiters were systematically piling my cuts into the take home boxes and labeling what was in them clearly so that she'd be able to choose easily what she wanted to eat in the coming days. I watched them sever my foot meat from my foot and label it before my energy gave out and I passed away, only to wake up in the box about an hour later. When I came out of the box Hermione was there waiting for me, offering to take me home. With heavily lidded eyes I nod my head as she kisses me, this passes on some of her energy to me and I have just enough energy to tell her where I lived.
 
 I gasp in pleasure as she tucks me into bed and the blankets touched my sensitive cock, ass and nipples. "Thank you for a wonderful meal meatboy, I will definitely reserve you for another meal as soon as I can." she says kissing me and putting me to sleep.
 
 A month and a half later, it was a mixer night where it was both male and female meat on the menu, and Hermione and I were facing eachother on a large shared spit. Our lips were touching through the entire cooking process and my hands were tied to her breasts allowing me to get a feel of them the entire time we were cooking together. This also gave her the bonus of feeling her tits being played with through the process. As before, my cock had been expanded and so had her breasts as they had been a delicacy to many people who had eaten them before. I smiled around the spit and winked at her to which she tiredly winked back as we were given another basting together.