"Uri > Stories > What are Friends for?" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/JM3bfxnC Created on: Wednesday 24th of August 2016 10:08:41 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:28:07 AM UTC It was a normal Saturday evening. Tori was talking to her two best friends in the living room when they heard the kitchen door open and a voice call. “Tori, sweaty? You home? I’m going to need you to make dinner tonight. Mr. Hills closed early today and I didn’t get a chance to buy a pig.” It was her mother just getting back from her normal Saturday routine. “Tori? Oh, Hi girls I didn’t know you were here.” Tori’s mother said with a pleasant surprise. “I’m going to need you naked and in the kitchen in 20 minutes so I can get you ready to cook, okay? You girls are welcomed to join us for dinner too.” “Thanks Mrs. B” cheered Mattie and Amelia, Tori’s friends. “Okay, mom.” Replied tori with a slight hint of irritation in her voice. Almost as if her mother told her to take the trash out when she was watching TV. Her mother turn and walked back into the kitchen giving her daughter one quick glare as if saying, “Don’t you give me that voice.” The girls continued on with their previous conversation of, “Stupid Gail Glaser” their new part time job manager. “So anyway I heard she was stealing money.” Said Tori as she removed her clothes starting with her shirt. “I did too! I also heard she was having an affair with Greg,” pitched in Mattie. “The cook? I don’t blame her, he is kinda hot.” Next her bra and socks. “Yeah, but that is still no excuses considering she has a fiancé.” “She is getting married, to who?” Tori asked unzipping her pants. “I don’t really know his name. But I’ve seen him come in a few times. He is the balled guy that always gets eggs and toast in the mornings.” “Him! She is getting married to him?” Tori stopped pulling her pants off to look her friend in the eye to make sure she wasn’t laying. “Okay, now there is no reason for her to be cheating on him and you know I’m not into balled guys, but that man is the definition of Hot.” Tori finished pulling her pants off and fell back on to the couch her breasts jiggling as she bounced. The conversation carried on for a few more minutes before their friend, Amelia, who normally was the quiet shy one, cut into the conversation. “Uh, um. T-Tori?” Surprised Tori looked over at her. “Yeah? What is it Amelia?” “Do you- um think your mom would be mad if I asked to cook with you?” Tori and Mattie both ginned. They had forgotten how into “being food” their friend was. “I don’t think she would, but I’ll ask her anyway. Hey, Mom?” “Yes?” “Can you come here a minute?” There was a shot pause before Tori’s mother walked into the room. Who was now only wearing an apron and panties her mother liked to cook naked. “What is it?” “Amelia here wants to cook with me is that okay?” Mrs. B’s chuckled, she always enjoyed willing food. They were the only exemption to the “playing with your food” rule. “Oh, l am sorry sweetie. I would love to roast you two together, but our oven isn’t big enough for the both of you.” There was a slight look of disappointment on Amelia face “Well is it okay for her to just take my place?” Tori asked in hopes to get out from being tonight’s dinner. Causing Amelia’s face to light back up, “Would um- it be okay if I just- take her place?” Tori’s mother hummed pondering the idea while giving her daughter a “really?” look. “Well let me inspect your meat first and then I’ll consider taking you up on your offer.” And within seconds Amelia was standing naked waiting to be inspected, almost even before Tori’s mother had finished her sentence. A smile on Mrs. B’s face grew even bigger and bigger as she inspected the girl’s succulent body. Feeling up her small breasts, pinching each nipple. Taking please in the girls moans and spasms as Mrs. B’s hands probed every inch of her body. Pinching her butt and spanking it a few times watching it jiggle. Oh yes, this was prime A meat right here. “Alright, Tori you’re saved for today. I’ll cook up this nice little pig you can put your clothes back on.” “Nah, I think I’m good like this. In fact, Mattie why don’t you join us? Its Kida fun.” Mattie shrugged and followed suit removing her clothes, “Meh, why not? We are all girls here right? I mean those of us that aren’t food.” She glanced at Amelia getting the reaction she hoped for as the girl’s face grew increasing redder and between her legs it was quite evident she was enjoying every minute of being meat. Amelia was led away from the living room into the kitchen. “Alright, let’s get this meaty ass ready to cook.” Said Mrs. B pinching the girl’s butt one more time, before grabbing a bowl full of some sort of oils. Carefully spreading it over the young girl’s body by hand like a massage. Taking extra time and care on all of Amelia’s soft spots. The girl had to have orgasmed 3 or 4 times thought Mrs. B as finished spreading the oil evenly. “Alright, now. The real question is should I cook you in the good old turkey position or are you more of a pig girl?” “I-I thin-“ Amelia tried answering the question, but was stopped by Mrs. B. “It was a kind of rhetorical question sweat meat, you’re a pig roast. You don’t really have any breast meat to show off, while your rump is to die for. Besides food shouldn’t talk.” The last sentence was more of a tease then a statement. Mrs. B just loved the way the girl squirmed every time she was reminded she was food. “Hope on to the tray here, knees bent. Good, now bend over with your butt in the air. Perfect! Give me your arms.” Amelia had her writs tied to her knees, her small breasts were squished against the tray. The position wasn’t very comfortable for Amelia, but what did it matter? Amelia was about to be roasted meat soon. Mrs. B then proceeded to position her meat in an even more mouthwatering pose. Spread Amelia’s legs wide to show off not only her delicious rump, but delectable filet. Mrs. B added vegetables spreading them around the roast and sprinkled a little seasoning on her as well to add a bit more flavor. Amelia was mostly blind to what was happening, she was looking longingly at the oven which was preheating. Thoughts and images wouldn’t stop flying though her head of what she would look like, how it would feel to be in the oven. Surrounded by heat that would cook her to a nice golden brown. Well she wasn’t going to have to wait much longer as the oven dinged, announcing it was time. “Alright, just one last thing.” An applied was waved in front of Amelia’s face, “Open wide piggy.” She did as she was told and the apple was forced hard into the girl’s mouth lodging between her teeth. Mrs. B stepped back and admired her work. The way the slim figure of the season and oiled meat curved, how its boobs pressed agents the pan, it’s delicious rump high in the air, the vegetables, everything. Just- Mrs. B complimented herself on how wonderfully a job she did. “Girls, come in here please. Tell me what you think.” Tori and Mattie both walk in still naked, “Oh, wow mom! This looks awesome, I can’t wait to eat some! It just looks absolutely delicious!” “Yeah, Mrs. B this looks amazing! Thanks for having me over for dinner.” Amelia almost came when her once good friends refereed to her as nothing more then it. She was no longer a person she was meat, juicy meat to be cooked and eaten. “You’re welcome Mattie, well time to get this pig cooking if it is to ready for when your father gets home.” Amelia’s tray was slid off the center island onto a cart and wheeled over in front of the oven. She was facing it as the door opened and heat rolled out. It was almost too much for the poor food to take she was wiggling her butt in hopes someone would see and satisfy her one more time before the end. Unfortunately no one took notice and Mrs. B slowly slid the pan into the oven. Amelia moaned with pleasure as she was gradually encased in the heat. The oven door was slammed shut behind her causing Amelia’s the already unbearable aching between her legs to grow even more. Tori and Mattie didn’t even bother to stay and watch, but simply went back into the living room to continue to talk about trivia everyday things. Mrs. B stayed and watch for a while enjoying the view as her meal cooked, before joining the girls in the living room to watch TV. ****** “Hey Mr. B!” “Hi Dad!” “Welcome home sweetie, hungry! I was just about to go check on dinner.” Mr. B had just walk in the door and was greeted by three beautiful naked women. “I am a bit perish, yeah,” he replied dismissively. “So, uh. What is the occasion?” Mr. B gestured at their lack of clothes. “Oh, I’m a friends over for dinner!” replied Tori, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I see, well then in that case I don’t suppose you girls would mind if I do the same?” “No, go right ahead I’m going to finish checking on the food.” ****** While Amelia had managed to please herself several more times she knew this one would be her last. She was doing everything she could, but it seemed that maybe she wouldn’t make it. She wished someone would stick something between her legs. A carrot will do she thought, just as long as she had her fun. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her butt, she knew what it was. Someone was poking her with a stake fork to see how well she had cooked. The thought was too much, Amelia jerked as she had one final orgasm. Mrs. B smiled as she watched her food spasm before going limp. It along with how well the fork split the meat meant it wouldn’t be much longer. Its golden brown skin, the steam rising from its flesh, the smell of freshly cooked meat. Mrs. B couldn’t help but drool. She closed the oven door to let the meat finish cooking eager to eat. After that day, Mrs. B loved having Tori’s friends over. After all. What were friends for, if not to be dinner?