"Expecting……something else R-18G"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Friday 19th of July 2019 11:52:49 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:08:42 AM UTC




Katie sat with her family at the table, enjoying her sister Daphne. Her twin was on her back, apple in her mouth. Daphne was golden brown, with her eyes glazed over, and steam still rising from her carcass. Her father carved portions, and every single bite was a gift from the culinary gods. Her skin had a bit of a crackle to it, but the meat underneath dissolved on the tongue. Every bite was juicy, full of salt and spice and the delicious flavors that you could only get eating a girl who had enjoyed countless orgasms in the day and hours leading up to her slow death.



Daphne had recently been accepted to college, and Katie had been slated to be the Thanksgiving feast. Daphne had been 18, two years older than Katie, and Katie had been on the menu for Daphne’s high school graduation dinner since the day she was born. Katie had fantasized about this day. Had dreamed about it being HER flesh melting in the mouths of all the guests to the graduation party. Had dreamed of HER holes being filled with extra large carrots. Had dreamed of the heat in the oven as she wiggled and screamed around her shiny red apple. It was the dream of every girl, it should have been hers, it wasn’t FAIR! She should get to be on the table, with Daphne having to go off to college and get a job and live a long life, never getting to die young and pretty. Daddy should have been cramming HER pussy full of fistfuls of stuffing, filling her up until she felt like she would burst, and her belly bulging…..



Katie sighed, she had managed that much at least. She looked down, gave her 5 months pregnant belly a rub. Her boyfriend Dylan looked guiltily at Katie, then her father. He had been STRICTLY instructed to always finish in her mouth or ass. He had been too stupid to pull out and let her swallow, and Katie suddenly found herself ineligible to get roasted until after she gave birth. Her father had been all for roasting DYLAN alive, but everyone knew boy meat was tough. There were still all the guests to feed, so Daphne had volunteered herself, had gotten the thing Katie wanted most.



Oh well, Katie helped herself to more of her sister. Her due date was just a couple days before Easter, and her mother assured her that nothing was more delicious than the upper ribs that had just been cooked under swollen and milk filled breasts. Boobs themselves weren’t any good as food, but the milk and fat slow cooking in would make the rib meat fall off the bones. Katie smiled, feeling a little better, the slow cooker was plenty hot and painful, the plan had changed, but she would still get to be a meatgirl. And in a decade and change, now so would her daughter!