"Pigs and Girls Restaurant by uri"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Wednesday 7th of September 2016 04:31:27 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:25:58 AM UTC


Jenna, a recent college graduate, was on her way home from another disappointing interview. She had Majored in creative writing and journalism in hopes of getting a job at one of the local newspapers to maybe work up to some TV news station or something.

Her plans didn't seem to be working out the way she wanted however. Everywhere she went they would all say the same thing, "not enough experience." How was she going to get any experience if no one hired her! Jenna sighed looking at her fuel gauge. It was just over 3/4 full, more than enough to get her home, but what about tomorrow? She didn't have any money left and there was still the rent along with the electric bill, water, phone. She sighed again trying to shove those thoughts to the back of her mind.

Her roommate Sharon had been picking up the tab, but for how long would that last? Maybe she should get a job as a waitress or something, just to chip in with the bills until she could find something she was looking for.

That was when Jenna passed a medium tinted window saying "Pigs and Girls Restaurant" behind it a sign with "Open interviews today," printed on it. Jenna had heard of them before for their so called "exotic meat," whatever they meant by that. "It was worth a shot," she though.

Quickly pulling into the parking lot and walked around to the front. Jenna Read the sign one more time and noticed what looked to be a slogan, "The conversion restaurant." What she didn't notice was the other writing on the window.

"What does that mean?" she asked herself as she opened the door. Had she noticed the small text done in bold lettering she might have answered her own question.

The way the text was colored made it hard to noticed on the tinted glass. No one would even notice it there unless they were looking for it, "This restaurant has the authority to demote the stature of women regardless of age to pigs; who are within the confines of the store. Enter at your own risk."

Except upon entering and walking up to the waiting stand her question was answered. Not too far behind the stand was a girl on a table who appeared to have been roasted like a pig! Her skin was a light golden brown, there was an red apple in her mouth and steam was rolling off her skin.

The three people sitting around the table were cutting chunks of meat off the poor girls body. Jenna just stared in awe, slightly horrified by what she was seeing but also mesmerized by what she was watching.

"Hi, my name is Paula. Can I help you today?" Jenna jumped, she hadn't noticed the waitress walk up to the stand.

"Uh, Yes, I'ma. Here for th-the open interview." She stuttered trying to remember why she was there. Jenna was also trying to pry here eyes away from girl who was slowly being devoured.

"First time in here I take it? Don't worry, you get used to it. The office is in the back. Follow me this way." The waitress lead Jenna back past the table and a few others with different stages of consumed girls. While there were other types of food, but none of them attracted Jenna's attention.

As she passed the tabled with cooked woman she noticed a theme sort of. All of the cooked girls where in a oven roasted pig position. "Explains the name of the restaurant." Though Jenna with an nevus and amused chuckle.

Eventually Jenna was lead into a small room with three chairs, one of which was occupied by another woman. "Please take a seat here; fill out this application and the manager will seen you soon." Paella smiled before leaving.

The woman sat in the middle so Jenna was forced to sit the in the left chair next to her. It didn't take Jenna long to fill out the basic application seeing as that was probably her 100th time filling one out. All the while trying to sneak peeks back into the dining area.

The women giggled, "First time here?"

"Um, yeah. That obvious huh?" Jenna didn't mind, but being read so easily kind of felt invasive. Not to mention what she was seeing didn't dampen feeling.

"Sweetie, every five seconds you looked at one of the pigs over there," she laughed again.

"Pigs? But-"

"It's kind of a legal thing, it's how they get away with cooking girls. Saying they are pigs and not women. It's simple enough if you don't think about it too much."

"So how did they end up as "Pigs?"

"They were either waitress or volunteers."

"Volunteers? Why would someone volunteer to be food and why would waitresses take the risk?"

"Most enjoy the idea. Others are not so voluntary, they were brought in by family or friends for dinner and end up as dinner instead. Waitresses get paid $200 an hour so for those willing to take the risk it's worth it."

Jenna didn't know what to say. $200 an hour would not only pay the bills, but also leave money to spare! Taking this job is totally worth the risk.

"Ah, um. Mind if I ask if that is why you are here, Miss?"

The door opened and a women walked out holding something. "Next!" called a female voice from inside. "Good luck," cheered Jenna

"I don't need luck," chuckled the woman.

***************

It was going on two hours since the woman had gone into the office. What were they doing that was take so long? The door opened again and the same voice from before called out.

"Next!"

"There must be another door inside," Jenna thought to herself before getting up. She walked through the doorway and a women wearing a tailored suit stood on the other side.

The women reached out a hand both to shake hands and taking the application Jenna had filled out, "You can call me Linzee." Linzee looked at the application," Is it okay if I just called you Jenna?"

She nodded, "That's fine."

Jenna quickly take a look around the rather small room, cluttered papers and sticky notes littered just about everywhere. Just like she though there was another door; it looked like it lead the to kitchen area.

Linzee took her seat behind the desk. She motioned for Jenna to take one as well on the other side asking how she is doing.

"I'm doing well," Jenna wanted to be honest, but not look desperate.

"Good, can you tell me a little about yourself?" Jenna was asked more of the typical interview question.

Once again Jenna played the game of ask and answer as she had every time she was being interviewed, through the questions were a lot simpler. They had gone through 30 odd some question when Linzee asked why Jenna had decided to apply at the P&G Restaurant.

She thought it best to just answer honestly, "Well I'm in kind of a need for money, and my current degree appears to not really be worth anything at the moment."

"Haha, I can sympathizes. When I was your age I was in the same boat. Don't worry you'll work your way out of it as time goes on, but from the looks of it. The questions you answered for me and what I have here on this application all meet our standards. If you sign these forms here you got yourself a job!"

"Wow, that’s great. What exactly am I signing here though?"

Handing the form to Jenna, Linzee quickly gave a breakdown of what it was she was signing. "Those are the normal legal documents we need to fill out and if say a customer does decide to buy you. That you are obligated to become the customers meal. This one is so we can send payment to someone of your choice for compensation for your meat."

Jenna quickly did a one over of the forms, all reasonable; if you count being cooked as reasonable. She was really hesitant to sign, "So, how do you normally cook your pigs?"

"We cooked them whole and alive, it adds a little favor to the meat as it cooks."

She really didn't enjoy the idea of cooking alive for some random stranger, but just one days work from here could pay her bills for three months. Jenna gives in and signed the form.

"Good here is a uniform and you start tomorrow. Think you can be here by 9?"

Linzee handed Jenna the a uniform, "Yep, I'll be here."

"See you tomorrow!" They shook hands one last time before Jenna left.

As Jenna was Jenna was leaving noticed a cart with a roasted girl being wheeled out from the kitchen. Wasn't that Paula? The waitress that helped her earlier. It was hard to tell with all her hair gone and her skin cooked to a wonderfully golden brown color. There was also a red apple shoved in her mouth.

Jenna couldn't help compliment at how delicious she looked and how incredible good she smelled. She watched as the cart was wheeled to a table and the pan was slid from the cart onto the table.

"Here is your meal ma'am. A roasted Pau-" The woman put her hand up to stop the waiter before he could finish. "No need for a name. This pig is all roasted up and I'm ready to eat so the only name it gets is dinner."

The waiter nodded and started to leave, "Does it hurt?"

The man looked at Jenna a little confused as to what her question was. "I mean did she-the pig suffer as it was cooked?"

"I don't really know. I don't really think about it anymore but I think so yes."

"Good. I always hated the smug look she had. Serves her right. No pun intended." She chuckled at her own joke before digging into her large pig. Cutting a sizable chunk from the roast formerly known as Paula. The Waiter wondered back into the kitchen before Jenna could ask him anymore questions.

Jenna was again enthrall by what she was seeing. No matter how much she wanted to she could look away. To go from girl to pig then to food all in a few hours, just didn't seem real to her. In fact it kind of scared her how much she was enjoying the idea of it. An imaged quickly filled her mind of herself being in the roasted girl's place. The idea was oddly thrilling.

That was till the woman who was enjoying her dinner started enjoying it a little too much. The way the woman was gorging on her food almost like there was no tomorrow, made Jenna realized she had seen enough for one day. Not wanted to disturb the happy customer Jenna snuck away, while also wondering why the woman was so oddly familiar.

Jenna was just about to leave when she noticed on the wall parallel to the door was a line of women. There was 13 in total and all of them had their hands bound with ball gags in the mouths. A sign above them read "pig(s) for sale." If she hadn't witnessed that she had seen earlier she might have been surprised or taken aback. No what caused her to stop and look was the girl second to the right.

That was the woman she had met outside the office just before her interview. There was an odd look of satisfaction on her face. Jenna giggled as she left finally understand what that woman meant when she said she didn't need luck.

***************

Jenna enjoyed the ride home. With it being late in the day and rush hour over it didn't take her long to get home. It also helped her to figure out why the woman looked so familiar too. All the way home were signs with the woman's face and the words "Reelect." She was Miss. Hills the mayor who won last week's election.

Jenna parked the car making sure not to forget the new uniform and to lock the car doors. Before making her way to her apartment. The elevator stopped working two nights ago and so it wasn't a surprise to find her landlord tinkering around with it again.

"Still broken, Mr. Mox?" Ask Jenna.

"Yeah, I just can't seem to get this damn thing to work! Ah- excuse my language." He was an honest man, very polite and fair; but he refused to hire someone to fix anything or do something he might be able to do himself.

It took him three tries to fix the water in her apartment once. "Third time's the charm," he said forcing Jenna to go to an interview without a shower and without a cup of coffee. She couldn't blame him too much though. He always seemed to get things working again like they were new. Though this didn't stop Jenna from having her doubts that this might be one of those time Mr. Mox needs to call in someone else.

"Well, good luck!" She cheered as she started the long climb to the fifth floor where her comfortable couch was.

"Thank you!" He meant to look up, but was sure he had figured out the true problem was... Again.

Her apartment was dark say for the light from the TV. Jenna kicked off her shoes before walking over to the couch and collapsing. It felt so good to sink into the couch, so comfortable. She had so much happen today it almost felt like a dream.

"So, how did it go?"

Jenna jumped to look at the owner of the voice who seemed to be right behind her. Sharon had managed to sneak up behind the couch without a sounds. She only had on a button up shirt and panties. "Always showing off," Jenna though herself.

"Nah, I wasn't able to get a job there, but I did get one here!" She threw the uniform to her roommate. "Besides don't you work tonight?"

"Nope, took the day off." Sharon quickly looked the uniform over. A bewildered looked on her face as she figured out where it was from.

"Should I be looking for a new roommate?"

"Oh, so you knew about this place?"

"I've heard about it and their exotic pigs." Adding an odd sensual tone to exotic.

"Well, you might not be wrong about getting another roommate. I don't think waitress make it long there." Quickly thinking back to the former waitress Paula.

"You know you don't have to work there. I make enough for the both of us from my exotic dancing." Sharon put a majestic emphasized sound to the word exotic. Jenna always hated it when she tried to put a fancy name to strip dancing.

"I know, I know, but." Jenna paused trying to find the right words. If there really was any to justify being a meal on legs. "I want to start pulling my own weight. It's not right making you do all the work while I do selective job hunting with little to no chance of getting one."

"I mean, yeah but, I don't want my roommate being someone's else's dinner."

"How about this then. If after working my first day there makes me feel like I'm going to earn an easy menu promotion, I'll quit! You still get paid the hours you worked even if you don't work till payday right?"

"I guess that works."

"Now everyone's happy! Come on, tell me about that new guy you were drooling over while I try to remember what episode of "Lost Girls" I was on."

They talked on for a while before settling down to watch TV. After a few episodes of "Lost Girls" Jenna decided it was a good time to call it a night before heading for bed. She first set her alarm for 8:00 AM then thought better and set it for 7:45, just in case. Snuggling into her warm blankets and soft fluffy pillows Jenna quickly drifted off to sleep.

***************

The alarm went off next to Jenna, making her stirred under the blankets. She slapped the large snooze button to make it stop its incessantly loud beeping. She didn't want to get up. Every muscle in her body were begging to go back to sleep, but she threw off her blankets and sat up in her bed. She yawned and wiped what little sleep was left in her eyes.

She went about her normal morning routine, taking a shower, brushing her teeth, hair, then putting on her uniform. Jenna settled with a simple breakfast of Honey nut cheerios and coffee. Looking at the clock, it was going on 8:30 so she finished eating and threw her dishes into the sink.

As Jenna was grabbing her purse and keys Sharon cried, "Hey wait!"

Jenna was slightly confused, "What do you need? I gotta get going to work."

"I want to come with. I've never seen the place plus I want to get something to eat there too." Jenna raised an eyebrow at her answer. "Oh come on, I really want to see it! I'm sure they also sell more than just the exotic pigs."

"Why not? Go get ready. We need to leave sooner rather than later."

"I'll be out in just a second!" Sharon quickly scampered back into her room.

***************

Though the commute was longer than intended but they arrived just in time at 8:58. They parked and made their way inside to find the manager Linzee waiting for Jenna.

"Good morning! May I ask who this is?"

"This is my roommate Sharon. She wanted to see the place and maybe get something to eat."

They shook hands before Linzee asked, "That’s great! So, Jenna, ready to get started!"

"As ready as ready will be!"

Linzee smiled, "Good and if your friend doesn't mind. She can help us with your basic training!"

"I'm cool with it!"

"Awesome! Well let's get started. I'd have you shadow another waitress but we are a little short staffed."

"I wonder why." Jenna asked herself sarcastically as they showed her roommate to her table. Linzee showed her how to punch punching in, how to tell what tables will be hers, and the basics of taking orders.

Once Linzee was sure Jenna had the hang of things they went back to Sharon's table.

"You're up! Let's see what you can do!" cheered Linzee.

Jenna smiled, feeling good about herself and walked in front to stand in front of her roommate. "Good morning ma'am. What can I get for you today?"

A large grin crossed Sharon's face as she answered, "Yes, I would like you, Jenna, for breakfast."

Jenna's smile that was once beaming with confidence quickly turned into a frown of confusion and despair. "What are you talking about Sharon?"

"I'm saying I want you. Roasted like a pig to a golden brown so that I can eat you."

"But, why?"

"You said it yourself last night and I'm tired of doing all the work. So you're going to pay back all those months I've kept you fed by feeding me a succulent Jenna ham."

There was a chuckle from Linzee as Sharon explained why that Jenna didn't hear. She was still in shock and hoping that this was just a really bad dream or some sort of joke. Unfortunately it wasn't a dream or joke; and as Jenna came to a horrid realization as she was lead forcefully by her manager into the kitchens.

"Alright, everyone we have our first pig roast of the day!" Shouted Linzee as they passed though the easy swing doors.

The kitchen staff all clap and cheer as they started the preparations. Jenna was in disbelief as to why they are all celebrating. Did they already see her as nothing or then meat?

Linzee turned to Jenna a somewhat puzzled look on her face, "What are you doing? Get your clothes off already. Once your naked go sit on the table. Oh, and throw your uniform into the basket here."

Jenna wanted to protest, but remembered she had signed the waiver and she had no rights anymore. Reluctantly she stripped off her uniform and tossed the crumpled clothes into the basket. Then she jumped up onto the table before one of the female cooks walked over and bound her hands and feet with cooking twine.

"You most likely won't run away seeing as how you're being such a good piggy so far, but this is just in case. I really don't want to take your place." Laughed the female cook as she finished tying the knots.

Jenna noticed another cook preheating one of the large ovens, setting it to 500°f. "Well at least I don't think I'll last that long," Jenna thought to herself.

"Lean your head back over the table." Commanded a male cooks walking toward the table with a bucket. She did and as she started to laydown he placed the bucket under her head. There was a click and then the sound of a razor buzzing. He began to cut off her long hair, making sure the clippings landed in the bucket below.

He made quick work shaving off all Jenna's hair; he took the bucket away only to come back with the other female cook; she had a pot with two brushes in it. "Stand up," he commanded again. She did so obediently, though a little shakily as her bound feet made it hard to keep her balance.

Each cook took a brush, dipping them into the pot, before they began to cover Jenna's naked body in a sweat smelling glaze. They covered her butt, her breasts, her back, toes, fingers, head, every nook and cranny with the glaze.

"Alright back onto the table and in the pan." This time they helped Jenna into the pan. Then spread her knees and elbows, it would keep her in an all fours position even after she expired. Fists under her chin to support her head. Leaving her big round breasts to hang and her large rump and pussy for all to see. As they stepped back to admire there're work the oven dinged signaling it was ready.

"Here, open wide." Commanded the female cook, before shoving a red apple into the poor girls mouth. "There now this pig is perfect and ready for the oven."

The oven was opened before each cook took a side of the pan. They lifted the pan up in the air then setting it back down into the oven. Already Jenna could feel the heat from the oven dancing around her glazed skin, waiting, wanting to cook her.

"Try not to scream too much, otherwise I might just turn the heat down a little to let you enjoy your stay a little longer," the female cook could be heard laughing as male cook slammed shut the oven door sealing her inside.

In only about ten short minutes Jenna could feel herself already starting to cook. She couldn't help but scream out, only to have her pleas for help muffled to a whimper though the apple.

Jenna mind shot back to when she saw Paula roasted. Her imagination couldn't help but put herself in that girl's position as soon too she will be a golden brown color, with steam rolling off her skin sitting on a large platter. Sharon would be mayor, sitting in front of the table, cutting off parts of Jenna's rump or breast before eating them like they were only ever meat.

She didn't know if the images passing though her mind where thrilling or horrifying. It was so confusing and it was just so damn hot. Why was it so hot?

Just then the oven door opened letting in a cool breeze relieving some of Jenna's pain. "Hey, piggy, you got company!" The male cook laughed as a pan with another woman was slid into next to her. The oven door where soon slammed shut again. Jenna was able see the other woman fighting to get free, but in the dim light can't quite make out her face. The oven was dimly lit with the orange from the hot metal coils and not much light made it though the oven's soot covered window.

While it was still terrible, Jenna couldn't help but feel a little happy knowing someone else was sharing her fate as breakfast. Astoundingly the woman was able to spit out the apple and started to talk.

"That you, Jenna?"

That was Sharon's voice! It wasn't just anyone roasting beside her, it's the person who put her in this oven to roast like a pig.

"Apparently some regular ordered me, I don't get how that is even legal. I also don't see why I should be roasting in the same oven as you. You-" It was getting hard time understanding what Sharon was saying. Jenna's blood was starting to boil and her head throbbed. What was it she was saying. She sounded like she was a miles away.

It was getting hard to breath and Jenna couldn't remember what was happening. She had just had a job and things where starting to look up. Where did it all go wrong? Images of her life flashed before eyes and it came to her.

"My so called best friend wanted to eat me. She was going to have me cook alive then eat me! Screw you, Sharon. I hope you taste bad." Where Jenna's last thoughts.

Sharon in the middle of her rant noticed Jenna was no longer twitching like she was when she first started. Sharon started to Panic and scream, "Help, me please! I shouldn't be in here with a pig, I'm a person. I don't want to die! I don't want to be food! Please!"

The male cook who was in the middle of prepping another girl to cook, walked over and banged on the oven door. "Shut up! You're a pig and pigs don't talk! Now shut, up!"

Sharon started to cry, why did she ever come to this stupid place? She kept on struggled to break free, but twine wouldn't budge and the heat made her tired. She could feel her sweat mixing with the glaze and her own juices. The scent of roasting ham was getting stronger, and she was sure it wasn't just the roasting pig sitting next to her making that smell.

Sharon held on to life a lot longer than Jenna did. Trying her best not to end up meat only to fail and die, earned her title as food.

Both pigs roasted to a perfect golden brown.



******

A few hours later Miss. Hills, the Mayor from the day before, was sitting at a table patiently waiting. Her hopes picked up as she watched the roasted pigs formally known as Jenna and Sharon where wheeled on a large cart up then onto the table.

Miss Hills licked her lips, her mouth watering from the smell of freshly roast ham filling the air. "Oh this is perfect! Just perfect! I just love how dumb these pigs are!" Referring to the sign on the window. Picking up her knife and fork she wasted no time digging into her food.

A few hours pass all that is left of Jenna and Sharon are bones. The mayor was sitting back in her chair patting her fat belly. She raised her hand to one of the waitresses calling out, "Check please!"