"I'm thinking an old family recipe" he grins, you begin to beg for forgiveness but it falls on deaf ears, "Had your chance kid" he says as he stuffs a ripe red apple into your mouth.
You find yourself placed into a pan and surrounded by sliced potatoes and carrots. "Mmmh, lookin good, boy," as he begins to spoon a dark sticky sauce over your back. "This is my granny's special glaze" he makes sure to get some in your hair and on your face. "It'll make a muskrat taste like filet minon, not that you ain't tasty already" he chuckles and puts slices of pineapple down your back. Soon you catch a glimpse of yourself in a hall mirror outside the kitchen, as much as you hate to admit it you do look good, your chubby body is glistening with a the sauce, your back decorated with yellow pine apple rings each with a cherry tomato in the center, your feet stick off the rim of the pan, on each toe the boar has stuck a large black olive. "Damn fine job if I can toot my own horn." he pats your sicky ass and then licks his hand clean. "just got to add the finishing touch."
Into a large baster he places the rest of the sauce " okay boy, hold tight a sec" with little time to react he drives the baster into your asshole, and squirts the warm liquid. You feel the warmth fill your bowels which almost makes up for the pain of entry. taking out the baster he replaces it with a large carrot, giving you a green leafy tail.
"Well kid, it's been fun but oven's ready, and so's my belly"
Into the oven you go, after awhile in the searing heat, you begin to grow drowsy and passout several times, but eventually as you think you're about to finally die, a rush of cold jolts your hind quarters and the boar pulls you out of the oven. "Still with me?" he grins, for a second you think it was a ll a joke, but unfortunately your life, or what is left of it, just isn't that funny. He slides you out of the pan and onto a platter then sits down across from you, he is wearing a bib with your yearbook photo on it and holds a knife, a fork and a hungry look.
"Well Time for the grub" he says triumphantly and begins to chow down.
After an hour or so, the boar leans back against his chair, his belly bounces full of your meat, and he picks you from his teeth using a shard of rib bone. licking bits of sauce from around his snout, he lets out a loud belch "damn *URRP* kid, If I had known you were that tasty, I'd have eaten you sooner" he belches savoring your taste once more ten begins to suck on some your bones, hoping for a last taste.
