"Kallen Helps a Friend Make Dinner By Uri" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/8bhTP5pA Created on: Thursday 23rd of June 2016 10:33:17 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:34:01 AM UTC Kallen walked up to the door and rang the bell. There was a fancy ringing that went on longer then Kallen thought necessary, sounded almost as if it were announcing someone of royalty. As soon as it ended the door was swung open and out popped her beloved friend Milly who imminently latched on with her arms around Kallen’s neck. “Milly, I can’t breathe,” Kallen gasp as her friend armed squeezed her with increasing force. “Oh, who needs air?” “I do.” Kallen did what she could to push agents her captor’s arms. Milly pouted, as her grip was broken “Oh, all right.” “So how is it cooking?” “Why don’t you come in and have a look for yourself!” As Milly turned around Kallen noticed her strange attire. “Mil-Milly?” “Hmm?” she stopped and turned around. “W-why are you naked?” “I’m not naked,” Milly showed off her black apron, “I’m wearing an apron.” She continued on into the house with Kallen following hesitantly behind. “I know that, but why don’t you have anything else on?” she almost screamed the question as she guilty looked at her friend rear jingly end. She knew her friend had some odd behaviors, but this was a little more than she was remembered. “Because I find it easier to cook in, silly. Now help me with this pan.” Her face red with embarrassment she help pull a overly sized pan from the closet. She forgot about her mostly naked companion and wondered why they would need such a large pan? It was big enough to fit a whole pig, maybe even a person. Imminently thoughts of herself being prepped for the oven began to fill her head. She had always had a secret fantasy about being someone’s dinner she didn’t know why thought and didn’t really care. In an attempt to distract herself Kallen asked “So what are we cooking, a pig?” “No, a turkey,” Milly had an odd smile on as she look at her friend. Kallen couldn’t hold it in. She laughed, “And h-” there was a pauses as she caught her breath” how big is this turkey?! This pan is huge!” “It’s not that big, but we are going to need this pan.” The odd smile turning into a grin as she looked at Kallen. “What do you need my help with really? You know I’m horribly at cooking. You remember what happened last time I tried to make something. “ “I remember, you almost killed us by somehow by setting the water On Fire! To this day I still have no idea how you did it.” “Yeah well, so then I ask again. Why did you want me?” “Something only you can do.” “You enjoy tormenting me don’t you?” “Maybe a little, anyway help me make get everything ready, go get-” Milly began to bark out orders at Kallen as she ran around the place trying help with what little kitchen knowledge had. While collecting some spices she noticed the odd utensils Milly kept in her kitchen. She did her best to ignore them, but it was hard not to look at the dildos as they was right in her face every time she went to get something off the shelves or the anal beads that hung down from random places. Milly joked that her face looked almost like a light bulb from how red it was. “Now that all of that is finished, all we need is the turkey. “Where is the turkey anyway?” Kallen asked looking in the frig in hopes to finally see this over sized bird. Milly looked at her with what can only be described as an “evil grin.” “What? Don’t tell me I need to go get it. Oh, you’re not going to-“ “No, no, the turkey is already here.” Milly said not wanting her friend to finish what ever thought she was about to have. “Well,” Kallen was growing a tad impatient at her friend’s games, that and the odd looks she has been giving her all day. There was a shot pause, “Well, you.” She said straightforwardly pointing at her. “Me?” Kallen was absolutely confused now. “You.” Again a pause, “I’m the turkey? She asked again?” Milly hummed in agreement. “Wh-,” she paused, her fantasies running to the front of her mind, “Why would I be the turkey?” “Because you been fantasizing about it, and I’ve always wanted to try cooking long pig.” “I-I,” she didn’t know what to think part of her wanted to scream out yes, strip and lay on the pan like a turkey. “How did you-“ “Know? You really should password protect your computer sweetie. All those little stories you wrote and also deleting browser history helps a little too.” “But I…” She was again interrupted, “Come on, don’t you think it will be fun. Going from a person to meat, having your body used more for then just you.” Kallen was so deep in fantasy that she didn’t even notice how close Milly was until she grabbed her breasts. “These soft boobs,” she slid her hand down and punched her belly “These ribs,” down further “these leggs, all nothing more than meat to fill our bellies.” That was it; her fantasies running wild, her being called meat. “I’ll do it! I’ll be the turkey, but what is everyone going to think when see?” “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Now, do turkeys wear clothes?” “N-no.” “Then I guess we will have to pluck your feathers wont we? Strip please, or am I going to have to cut them off?” Kallen gulped at the thought of a knife cutting off her clothes. “C-c-cut them off.” Milly sighed, but retrieved a knife and began to cut, paying close attention not to injure the meat. As each piece was cut off, Kallen shivered with pleasure; first her tank top was sliced right down the middle cutting even thought the braw letting her breasts bounce. Then her shorts each one cut at the leg revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. “Tis, tis, tis and you thought I was odd for likening to cook nearly naked, now hop up on to the table and into the pan, good turkey girl.” Kallen complied shivering as the cold metal touched her skin. Milly spent some time moving Kallen into a more delectable position making her face go red again. Milly then brought out ropes and began to tie her into place. “Why are you tying me up?” “To make sure that while you’re cooking you don’t move too much. Not to mention you look so cute tied up. There, try moving your arms and legs.” Kallen stuggled a bit, “I can’t.” “Good, on to the next part, basting!” Pulling a bowl from the table she took a brush and began to spread sweet baste all over Kallen’s sweet little body. Shivers went up and down Kallen as her nipples were teased by the hair’s of the brush or when her pussy was covered in the sweet smelling liquid. Once she was done Kallen walked once more back over to the table and grabbed yet another bowl, this time with a cooking baster in her hand. “wha-what are you going to do with that?” Kallen asked sheepishly with anticipation. “Why, I’m going to stuff you! My hands can’t possibly fit inside your small little thing. So I have another way of doing it.” She took the baster filled it with liquid stuffing and then with full force shove it deep inside. Kallen squeaked as she was penetrated. This was done over, and over, and over again till her belly couldn’t hold anymore and it began to leak out. Even though she was tied down she could still feel the extra weight the stuffing gave her. Surprisingly, Kallen was lifted up in the pan and placed outside a pre-heat oven. She was shaking from the anticipation; she could feel the heat flowing out of the oven. She wanted to scream “Push me in!” Milly poured the last of the liquid stuffing onto Kallen, “Now, now Kallen, stop squirming and making a fuss. Look at it this way; I could be cooking you like a beer can chicken. Would you prefer that instead?" She thought about it for a second, the idea was appealing to her but since she had never taken anything larger than the baster she thought best not to. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. Just-Just hurry up please.” “Is that anyway a turkey should be talking to the chef? Well, it doesn’t matter anymore, you get your wish. See you in a few hours for more basting!” She winked and pushed Kallen into the oven to cook. This was it the moment she had been waiting for. The moment she had been born for, to be someone else’s food, their meat. She watched as the door closed sealing her and the heat inside. She closed her eyes allowing the pleasure of the heat to wash over her and cook her body. End or to be continued?