"You're lying" she yells in his face after he had come home late from work again. The fight had gone on for hours. It was late into the night, and the two had screamed themselves hoarse trying to get the other to understand what they were going through. The man had a secret for which he didn't want his girlfriend to know about, and the girl was terrified that he was spending his hours after work with someone else, someone she feared was better looking than her.
 
 "I'm telling you all i'm doing is trying to make some extra money so we can live better!" He shouts punching the table that had his now cold dinner on it, sending the platter of food to the floor, dishes smashing, cups shattering, adding to the amount of sweat and tears that she herself had shed while waiting for him to come home.
 
 The fighting went on the entire night, never stopping until, worn out from his overtime, lack of food, his lack of good sleep and all the fighting they'd done lately, the man fell to his knees, mid scream and passed out in the living room. She had her back turned and her arms crossed so she didn't notice right away, so when she turned and saw that he had passed out, she screamed, a scream of terror because she was afraid she had caused him to have a heart attack or something. She was panicky. She pulled his large frame out of the living room and through the house to their bedroom. She was thankful that they didn't sleep upstairs becuase she'd never be able to lift him up that.
 
 When she got him to the bedroom, she had another problem, she couldn't lift him up onto the bed either. She kneeled by his side, wiping tears from her face and cuddling with him as she stripped him down to his boxers and stripped herself down to change into her pajamas. She lifted his head up and kissed his lips gently as she slid a pillow under it and set it back down. She shivered when there was no response from him at her touch. She pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped herself and it around him to keep him warm as they slept on the floor, she using him as a pillow.
 
 About 4 hours later she was awoken by his alarm and, not wanting him to get up, she turned it off quickly. She dug through his pockets until she found his phone, with a guilty look at him, she scrolled through his contacts only seeing names she recognized as his friends, and not one she didn't know, until she found his job's phone number. Her heart quickened when she pressed call and waited for his boss to answer.
 
 A few short moments later, his boss picked up and she started crying. She told him what happened and begged him for a day off that day for her boyfriend so he could relax, feeling that it was all her fault that he was sick like this.
 
 "Oh of course, i've told him he needs to take some time off to spend time with you." he says making her freeze and look over at him. He had been telling her the truth the whole time and she kept accusing him of cheating. She cried harder when that realization hit her. "And you'll be happy to know..." She pressed the phone even closer to her ear than she did before listening hard to what the man had to say.
 
 "The loan he requested for a cruise of the french isles has been approved, the cash should be in the bank by the end of the week." He heard a thump on the other end of the line before the connection died. She had paced out of the bedroom to the kitchen while talking so that she wouldn't wake him up and dropped the phone from her slack hand when she heard her dream vacation was just on the cusp of happening. The phone itself shattered when it hit the tile, having taken a similar hit against a wall the night before against the wall, it wasn't very sturdy anymore.
 
 He tried calling back but the phone was dead, his employee wouldn't like having to pay for a new one.
 
 Meanwhile, Kamilla had jumped on her boyfriend Gerald and kissed him awake. She ground her body against his, trying to wake him up but stopped when an overwhelmingly guilty feeling passed through her body and she pulled back, pressing her back against the bed and beginning to tear up.
 
 She was soon sobbing into her knees as all the fights she'd had with him over the past year or so, all the times she thought about breaking up with him over his "Cheating" and all the bruises she had given him by slapping him across the face or chest when he kept insisting that he wasn't cheating on her.
 
 When he woke up, his protective instincts kicked into overdrive and he wrapped her up in his arms. She cried into his chest, apologizing over and over for her behavior and her inability to believe him. He shushed her sweetly with pets to her hair and back until she calmed down and he tilted her head up to kiss him deeply on the mouth.
 
 When they broke apart, he explained everything, how he started putting in requests for more hours, to pull out a loan and everything else he would need to treat her to the best vacation in her life.
 
 She apologized to him one more time and they wound up making love the rest of the day and well into the night, stopping only for meals. They woke up the next morning tired, sweaty and very satisfied.
 
 The rest of the next several weeks went by too slowly for the girl, she was really excited for this trip but she was also incredibly guilty for how she had treated him about it. The money was indeed in the bank by that friday and they spent the next weeks, sorting everything out for their vacation. She had more preparations to make as she had a plan for him right after they got back.
 
 They boarded the boat at the beginning of June, perfect time of the year for a cruise. They spent a month at sea, he had saved up a small fortune for her birthday dream vacation. The boat stopped at a different port every few days, giving all its passengers vouchers to spend the night at any hotel they wished so long as it accepted these vouchers, and the couple enjoyed themselves immensely eating at the best restaurants in each area, and walking around taking in the sights, sounds and smells before they had to return to the cruise liner or be left behind.
 
 Towards the halfway point of the cruise, the man started smelling something that was making his mouth water and his dick harder. Kamilla just laughed it off and told him it must be the chefs preparing that nights dinner. She then kneeled before him and sucked his dick to take his mind off it. She didn't want to ruin her plan after all. It was to be a surprise what she had in store for their return trip.
 
 Over the next two weeks, other people began looking around for the scent of girlmeat that was permeating the deck whenever Kamilla was out there tanning. It was always after she had applied her suntan lotion and went to lay on the deck in a skimpy bikini that barely covered her nipples let alone her massive breasts. Her boyfriend didn't like this very much as her body was his to see, but she always just patted his shoulder and told him that no one was going to get into her pants besides him and there was nothing to worry about.
 
 He grumbled for a bit but eventually nodded and let her carry on, besides, he absolutely loved checking her out in her bikini's.
 
 By the time their month was over, she was a nice brown having tanned for a lot of the time on the boat, and she hoped it would help him choose to do what she wanted him to do when they got home. She sighed when they got off the boat and drove back home where she hugged him and said she was going to take a nap.
 
 He smiled and nodded while he put everything away, souveniers in the living room with the gifts for their friends and family, clothes in the washer, and leftover food from the dinner the night before in the fridge. Finally, he went to have a nap as well, having another week off from work before he had to go back in.
 
 That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if it was worth it to carry out her plan. Finally, she fell asleep, and dreamed she was being lowered into a burning hot pit of oil. She woke up in the morning with a cold sweat and a hot wet pussy.
 
 She wrote out a note quickly about going shopping for a very special dinner she wanted to put on for him to thank him for the trip and sincerely apologize to him for thinking anything was going on.
 
 She went to the local vore market where there were devices to tell how much of any ingredient a meatgirl might need from a simple drop of blood and a bit of physical inspection, all machine powered so no one would physically touch them if the owner of the meat was nervous about that sort of thing.
 
 After pricking her finger, she let the machine analyze her body from what she gave it, and stripped down. Stepping in the machine after it was ready for her, she felt probes on her mouth, rump and pussy, as well as measurements being taken. She moaned when the measurements went over her nipples, and combined with the stimulation in her lower body, she came hard on the probe.
 
 When she stumbled out of the machine and into her clothes, she picked out the meal she wanted to make herself into, from the recipe's that the machine was programmed with and the machine printed her out a shopping list. Her heart skipped a beat as she strolled through the store, picking up the ingredients she'd need to make the stuffing, the glaze, and everything else she'd need to make her into a perfect meal, though she knew she'd be leftovers for a few days, she wanted to make him happy after all the pain she'd caused him.
 
 When she got home, she was assaulted with questions about what she'd need all that food for if it was just the two of them for dinner.
 
 "Well it's just going to be one of us." she says looking over at him blushing.
 
 He took a step back confused. "You, you're not planning on cooking me up are you?" he asks curiously. He had nothing against the idea, everyone was food these days, it was just up to the people that cooked them who was on the menu.
 
 She giggled and kneeled before him to nuzzle against his cock in his pants. "No, but I think that sausage would taste delicious, all golden brown, on a bun, steaming and covered in peppers and onions" she had to lick her lips because the description was making her hungry. For a moment, she actually considered eating him but shook herself out of it. "No, you will be cooking me." she says standing back up and kissing his lips. "I've had this planned since before our cruise. It's why I used cooking oil for tanning lotion, why my carrots would always disappear when we were at dinner."
 
 As she talked, the lightbulb in his head went off as the pieces began to fall into place. He stepped forward and gripped her shoulders. "You would do that for me?" he asks.
 
 She knew he always wanted to try girlmeat, but they could never afford it, until their vacation but she wasn't going to allow some other bitch to get her man's attention until after she was digested. She nods her head and gulps.
 
 "When?"
 
 "In the morning, it's a little too late to get a plump meat girl like me cooking, especially these tits" she says squeezing them. He wasn't paying any attention to her words anymore, he was too busy removing her clothes from her, he had seen her a million times before naked, but this was the first time he was more interested in how she tasted over how she looked.
 
 She blushed deep red as he began running his hands over her body, licking his lips as he felt particularly soft or plump regions. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and bit it, after licking over it a few times to harden it perfectly. "Y-y-you know, i'm just meat now, you don't have to treat me like i'm people" she says moaning and shivering as she feels his teeth.
 
 As she says this, a bit of arousal leaked out of her pussy and slowly traced it's way down her leg. "If you are sure, I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock, I want it all lubed up for what i'm going to do to you next." he says undoing his belt and dropping his pants to his ankles. She blushed again as she lowered herself to her knees.
 
 "Yes sir" she says with her lips pressed against his shaft. "It would be my pleasure to suck the cock of the man who will make me meat my destiny" she says before pulling the cock into her mouth and bobbing her head expertly in just the way he liked it sucked. She collected a lot of saliva and let his dick soak in it for a moment or two before pulling off with a little pop.
 
 "Alright meatgirl, bend over the couch there, I'm going to take your ass." She walked over to it, swishing her hips sexily at him as she lowered herself down. Her hairless pussy peeked at him, glistening at him in the light as she bent over, her breasts pressing against the hard scratchy fabric of the couch cushion.
 
 She hears him pad up to her on the carpet after kicking his pants away and then his hands gripped her hips. "Gotta tenderize this piece of meat" he says as he slowly presses into her rump and her head tilts back slowly as she lets out a long pleasured moan.
 
 "Yes Master" she moans as she grips the sides of the couch. "Tenderize this poor defenseless meatgirl."
 
 And tenderize her he does, for the next hour, they make love, stopping only for a drink and to clean up. When finished, they collapsed on top of eachother on the couch and cuddled for the rest of their last day together. She thought about just setting herself up on the table in his spot for him to eat her for dinner but shook her head feeling that she'd be there the next night anyway.
 
 As she places his food in front of him she kisses him on the lips and smiles. "Now rememeber, if i'm to be cooked on time, I need to be in the oven by 7." she says seating herself.
 
 The next morning, the alarm goes off bright and early so preparations can begin, they wake up tired and wanting to go back to sleep but all that could be done once the food was in the oven. He kisses her naked body awake and smiles. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and i'll get things started in the kitchen."
 
 As she heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up, inside and out, he gives her ass a smack, causing it to jiggle and a red hand print to appear on her flesh.
 
 When she got to the kitchen, she saw a beautiful roasting pan sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen, bowls of spices and seasonings, and a big bowl of stuffing sitting there next to the pan as well. Her nipples hardened when she saw what he had set up for her and she couldn't wait to get in the oven. Then she saw him, he was naked, except for an apron that said "Cook the chef" and there was a tent in the area of the apron over his crotch.
 
 "There's my dinner" he says swooping her up into his arms and kissing her deeply while pushing her against the table. She closed her eyes as he began rubbing his hands all over her chest and rump, she thought he was just getting a good feel of his dinner until she opened her eyes and saw her breasts were shining.
 
 "Clever chef." she says licking her lips and stepping forward so he could proceed to oil her up all over. It took a while but he managed to cover her completely from neck to toe in oil for the oven. Next, he grips her breast from below and shakes each different kind of spice over it, nipple and all, and watches it jiggle back in place before moving on to the other one.
 
 The entire time he had a grip on her tits, her breathing got heavier, her cheeks darkened and she got wet between her legs. "I hope you enjoy eating those" she says gripping the counter to keep herself steady.
 
 "Oh I'm sure I will." he says tweaking a nipple with the tip of his tongue. "They taste good raw, so I can only imagine how good they'll taste golden brown and dripping in natural girl oil."
 
 She shivered hearing him talk like this and started to relax a small bit when he started seasoning her belly steak. She looked in the reflection off the shiny metal bowl hanging from the ceiling and saw her front from her neck to her knees covered in seasoning, it made her hot all over again. "Aren't you going to get the rest of my legs too?"
 
 "I will once you are on the pan love." he says taking her hands. "You are going to be roasted laying on your front, your chin resting between these lovely meat sacks on your chest and you are going to taste fantastic."
 
 He then pinches her nipples and lifts her breasts up to check that everything is seasoned. He only had to add a little bit more seasoning to her before dropping her breasts again. He then picked her up and helped her to get into the roasting pan, carefully maneuvering her to lay on her belly. He did enjoy the look of her breasts squishing as she laid on them, but she needed to cook properly so he guided them forward until the nipples were perfectly visible. She smiled and rested her chin in her cleavage and put her hands behind her back.
 
 The two had a nice chat while he ground pepper over her rump and all up her back followed by his favorite spices on her ribs and butt. "Oh please, master, stuff me full and make me into a delicious tasty meal." she moans as he strokes her pussy, moistening his fingers and rubbing her pussy juices on her hard aching nipples. She gave a moan as he penetrated her with his fingers and pumped his fingers in and out of her. Between breathy moans she begged him. "Please master, let me suck your strong powerful cock for my last meal and my last request while you stuff me."
 
 "As you wish." he says moving the stuffing bowl beside her roasting pan and moved his apron out of the way to show her rock hard cock. He stepped forward and leaned over her so he could see her lower holes to be able to stuff her. She licked her lips and wrappd her mouth on the tip and let him hump her face.
 
 She did her best at sucking him off, being unable to pleasure him like she usually does being bound as she was, but it did feel amazing to feel him humping her face forcefully to get his pleasure. She felt his balls bounce off her chin, and idly wondered if it hurt them to bounce off her like that. She moaned as his cock hit the back of her throat and used her best ability to service him.
 
 She wasn't without pleasure either, as he carefully filled her rump and pussy with delicious stuffing that she had taught him to make when they first got together. It took him a half hour before he had her filled up, the stuffing leaking out of her and piling up between her spread legs. During that time, she came multiple times and he came as well, all over her face. White cum dripped off her nose as she cleaned him off with her talented tongue, causing him to gasp as she stimulated his sensitive dick. With a final kiss to the tip of his penis, she sighed happily as he fitted her holes with carrots to keep the stuffing in.
 
 The rest of the stuffing was crumbled on top of her and then seasoned along with her. He turns around and starts the oven's preheat setting before petting her hair back from her sweaty forehead and ties it up into a bun to keep it off her shoulder roasts. While the oven preheated, he surrounded her with potatoes that he would later mash once they had cooked and soaked up her natural oil. He licked his lips softly and hungrily as he surrounded her. One final potato was rested under each of her nipples, letting the sensitive bud rest right on the flesh of the potato.
 
 He then took up a basting brush and ran it over her back and legs, finishing up with her feet just as the oven beeped that it was time to get her cooking. "Are you ready my love?" he asks pulling out a camera and taking photos of her from many angles that he'd be able to use later. From her pink hair to the orange carrot sticking out of her rump, she looked scrumptious.
 
 "I am master." she says licking her lips from the small sample of his cum that had threaded down to her mouth while she was being prepared. "Thank you for such a delicious last meal"
 
 He spun an apple around on his finger before catching it and bringing it closer to her lips. "Now open wide my sweet, i'll take it out so you can give your last words on the table tonight." he says smiling.
 
 Once the apple was in her mouth she nods, her teeth sinking easily into the firm flesh of the apple as she is picked up, pan and all, in her boyfriends strong arms. He turns her around so she is facing outward and pushed her slowly into the oven, so she could feel the heat attacking her feet and lower legs before working its way up her creamy delicious thighs and to her rump. She gasped when her wet clit got its first feeling of the heat and it made her wetter as the heat made its way up her back, shining an orange light on her as it moved.
 
 Soon it went past her head and she started sweating immediately, getting hotter when the door was closed, sealing her in darkness. Her eyes soon adjusted to the inside of the oven and she took a deep breath. "OK Kamilla, you wanted this, you are bound, stuffed and seasoned, there's no getting out of it now." she thought to herself as she heard him cleaning up in the kitchen.
 
 Then she heard a panel being opened in the oven and liquid being poured in just over her head before the panel is closed. She could just barely hear the beeps of the settings on the device as he set the timers on it for the rest of the evening. She would have facepalmed had she not been bound up, as she remembered they had a new age oven that basted the food within for you so you didnt' have to be out in the kitchen every 20 minutes. She figured she'd see him again in a few hours after he had a good nap, and she was thinking about nodding off for a while as well.
 
 Having nothing to do and no one to talk to, the couple did wind up having a nap for a while, one because of the heat and the other because he was exhausted. He woke up first, around 1, a good 6 hours after she had gone in, and halfway through her cooking cycle.
 
 He turns off the automatic baster and pulls her out of the oven, fragrant steam wafts off of the girl and assaults his nose making him drool for her. He wanted to bite into her meat right then, but he knew he had to hold back. He did the basting by hand this time, wearing only a pair of boxers, covering all her portions with oil and following it up with her own juices that were collecting in the bottom of the pan.
 
 When she did wake up, it was getting close to dinner time, she only had a few bastings left. She blinked a few times and had to pull her dry tongue out of the roof of her mouth as she hadn't had anything to drink since the glass of water for breakfast. A few moments later, her eyes were dazzled as the oven door was opened and she saw his smiling face. "OH good you're awake." he says pulling her pan out of the oven. "You must be thirsty after being in 350 degrees for 10 hours." he says as he goes to the sink for a glass of ice water to quench her thirst.
 
 She sucked that down faster than she sucked down his cock and politely asked for more in a harsh rasp as her throat was so dry. As she spoke, steam billowed out of her mouth from how hot it was within her. After 3 glasses of water, she wasn't thirsty anymore and she smiled as he gave her a new apple and another lovely basting.
 
 The final cooking hour took no time at all for her and she was soon being pulled out of the oven completely and set on top of the stove. She was once again turned so she could see the table as they didn't have anything that could hold her and the rest of the food that was in her pan. After setting himself a place setting, he walks over to her and removes the apple, tossing it away. He holds up a new apple and licks his lips. "Do you have any last words?" he asks curiously. Behind him, she could see the table, set beautifully as if it was a romantic dinner for two.
 
 "Thank you for making it so comfortable for me to become your dinner, and for taking care of everything. It means a lot that you are the one who is going to eat me." she yawns a bit as even though she had slept most of the day, she was still exhausted from being cooked. "I hope I taste as good as that girl we ate for our last anniversary." she says giggling. "Bon Appetite" she says and opens her mouth wide for the apple.
 
 It was a little harder for her to bite into the apple this time as her muscles were thoroughly cooked but once she was gagged again, she rested her head on her cooked breasts. He brought his plate over and set it beside her as he scooped up some dripping potatoes and some stuffing from her pussy. Next he pulls a two pronged fork and a knife. He pressed the fork into her large steaming breast and cut off a triangular slice of meat from one with the nipple in its entirety as its main feature. He drooled as he mashed the potatoes and mixed them with the stuffing.
 
 His first bite of her meat was at the pointed end that was closest to her chest. Once the meat landed on his tongue, he moaned in pleasure and his hand disappeared below the table. He only brought it back up to cut the tit meat into bite sized portions before returning his hand to what he was doing with it. He picked up his last bite of that cut of tit onto his fork and brought it to her to see him eating her nipple. She finally saw what he was doing, and it was stroking his hard cock under the table, her eyes followed his jerking motion as he got closer and closer.
 
 Finally, he slipped the apple out of her mouth and replaced it with his cock. She gave a lovely moan as she tasted his cock again and she was quickly rewarded with cum. She understood it had more to do with the warmth of her cooked mouth than it had to do with her abilities now. He took another portion from her breasts and sat down to eat. Her vision was now swimming and even though she wanted to watch him eat her for a long time, she knew she had maybe minutes.
 
 As he hadn't replaced the apple in her mouth after filling it with cum, she could just barely whisper. "I love you" before she closed her eyes for the last time. As for him, the feast went on for about an hour, he hadn't eaten anything substantial that day, preferring to fill up on his woman. When everything was all put away and cleaned up, he sat back in his favorite chair and picked up that novel she had bought for him when she went shopping the night before. His last thought before focusing intensely on his book was how much he enjoyed eating her pussy that night.