"eat guro f/f" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/9bF9pnct Created on: Saturday 18th of July 2015 11:34:32 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:44:21 AM UTC “Ooooh, that looks nice,” June’s colleague and friend, Mel, said to her in reference to the image on June’s screen. “Mmmm, I don’t have a saucepan big enough.” “Oh, so you’re not just looking at food porn, you’re actually cooking someone? Who’s the lucky girl?” “My daughter, she’s turning 18 on Saturday; I’ve been waiting for years to cook her.” “Aww, how sweet! Can I see what she looks like?” June pulled out a photograph of the soon-to-be birthday girl. The photo showed a fairly typical teenager in a red bikini with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and a mildly freckled face. Her body looked quite petit. She was shown smiling from ear to ear and it appeared to have been taken at some sort of holiday resort. “Oooh, she looks lovely, although I’d imagine you’ve been feeding her well recently?” “Of course - I’ve had her on a two and a half thousand calorie a day diet for the past few months, she’s pudgier now.” “Guys, can you start working please,” interrupted Laura, perhaps the only girl in the department that was actually worth employing, “I can’t send off these forecasts until I’ve had your weekly reports.” “Relax, we’ve got all afternoon for work,” June told her, “I’m cooking my daughter on the weekend and I’m looking up recipes.” “Oh, can’t you do that after work or something? It’s kind of unsettling.” “Unsettling? What’s unsettling about it? You’re not a meatgirl are you?” “Well no, but... I just think it’s a bit inappropriate for work, that’s all.” “Oh lighten up Laura; all you ever do is work. I’m sure if you ever had a meatgirl to cook on the weekend you’d spend your Friday looking up recipes too.” “Well... actually...” “Ha! You’re one of those people aren’t you? You’ve never even tasted a girl, have you? “Well, I – no.” “Such a prude!” Melanie teased. Their conversation was interrupted by a voice over the tannoy, “June Fields please report to management immediately. Thank you.” Melanie smiled at her and gave her a knowing look, “I’ll see you in a bit.” June smiled back and hiked up her skirt so it tugged her shapely rear even more that it already did. She strolled out, swaying her hips from side to side. Time to earn my pay check. A few minutes after June had left, Laura turned back to Melanie, “Hey why do they always send for one of you girls on a Friday afternoon?” Melanie looked at her and smiled and then whispered in her ear, “To suck the boss’s cock and lick up all of his cum. Sometimes fuck him too.” “That’s horrible!” Laura blurted out, “You have husbands!” “So? What they don’t know can’t hurt ‘em.” “Oh my days, I hope they don’t ever send for me. I could never cheat on Jon.” “They won’t send for you because you always do your work like a good little employee. Although if you don’t send off those forecasts in time...” Laura’s face filled with fear, “PLEASE, do your write up Melanie, please.” “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” she teased and turned back to the puzzle game that was on her screen. A few minutes later and a red faced, slightly unkempt June returned, “That was pretty quick,” Melanie observed. “Yeh, the trick is to look him right in the eyes as your doing it, he loves that.” “You have some err stuff on your collar” “Oh, thanks!” she said, wiping it off as best she could with a tissue, “I usually manage to swallow it all but I guess not today... my breath doesn’t smell, does it?” “A little,” Melanie replied. She had noticed Laura looking at her since she’d came back. “What’s her problem?” “Oh she’s just even more antsy than usual because I told her she’d have to suck the boss’s cock if we didn’t write our reports.” “Have you done yours?” “What do you think?” Laura shifted uneasily in her grey skirt and white shirt as the two girls giggled. She stared intently at the spreadsheet on her monitor though she couldn’t concentrate with that conversation going on behind her. Oh God they’re coming over. “Ahhh” June breathed in Laura’s face. “Ewww, June! Gross!” “You’d better get used to it, it’ll be your mouth wrapped around his meaty cock next time. Then your breath will stink of cum too.” “URGHHH, can you please just do those reports?” “We don’t wanna,” Melanie replied. “Please, it’ll only take a few minutes!” Laura pleaded. “Yeh but, y’know, I’ve done my duty for today. What’s in it for me?” June replied. “I don’t know... What do you want?” “Hmmm” June wondered and then whispered to Melanie. “Oh my God, you freak!” Melanie replied as June laughed. “W-what,” Laura stammered as June explained what she wanted her to do, “No way!” “Well then it appears you have two other options: Quit this job and hope you find another one, or sucky sucky.” “Why do you want me to do this?” “Heh, I guess I’m just not a very nice person.” Laura pouted, considering it. “Come on, it’ll be funny,” Melanie encouraged. “Fine,” Laura sighed, “but only because I have to.” Oh God I hope none of the others hear about this. “Hey everyone, Laura’s about to take off her panties!” The other women in the room, all six of them, all turned round from their computers to watch the office nerd take off her underwear. “Laura, I didn’t know you were like that,” Vanessa said. “I’m not; they’re making me do it!” Laura exclaimed. “Awww, you bullies!” Holly said playfully. Laura blushed as she stood up and awkwardly removed her thong. “Laura, why is there a stain on your thong?” Vanessa asked. “Oh my God, where?!” A mortified Laura exclaimed to a chorus of giggling as she tried to find it, “Oh great, now can you please get those reports done?” She said after finding said stain. “Sure,” Melanie replied, “After I finish this game.” “Yeesh, I’m glad that’s over,” Karen said as she bundled through the door, her bag heavy with her possessions. For the past week of school she had been the most popular student in her ever dwindling class. “How was your day?” She asked her youngest sister and fellow meatgirl, Natalie. “Oh, not too bad, the usual...” she replied. She looked at her older sister with a solemn expression. Karen laughed at her, “Oh come on, don’t look at me like that!” “Aren’t you scared?” “Nah, I’ve always wanted to be spitted – hot sun, everyone having a good time while I slowly cook…” “Uhh, how are you going to be spitted? We don’t have a spit.” “Yes we do, I found one in the shed yesterday. I’ll tell Mom about it when she comes home, she’s going to be sooo excited!” “Well if you say so...” she said before retreating upstairs. Karen went into the living room and jumped on the sofa and turned on the TV. Just enough time for one last Simpsons repeat. Her final viewing was interrupted by her other younger sister, Tania. “Hey food, what’cha watching?” “Family Guy,” Karen replied dryly. “Well this doesn’t look like Family Guy. Didn’t know you had the eyes of a pig too,” “What’s that supposed to mean? Besides, pigs don’t have bad eyes anyway.” “Whatever, food.” Karen glared then resumed watching the television. Just because you’re not a meatgirl doesn’t mean you’re better than me. “You know, I’m proud to be a meatgirl; I’m glad I’m a meatgirl.” she said a few moments later. “Ha! Why would you be proud of being food?” “I’ll be contributing to the survival of the human race. Were it not for meatgirls you wouldn’t be sat here today.” “That’s not true; humans can live without meatgirls.” “No they couldn’t.” “Yes they could, my biology teacher said so. You wouldn’t know about it. Do they even teach biology in your food classes?” No. “Yes and anyway, what will you contribute to humanity?” “Oh something more valuable than a roast dinner. Maybe I’ll be a doctor then I’ll save thousands of people’s lives.” “HAHA you? A doctor?” “Well why not?” “You couldn’t be a doctor; you’re too stupid to be a doctor.” “No I’m not!” They were interrupted by the door opening and a familiar sigh, “Ugghh, it’s pouring out there” “Mom food’s being mean to me,” “Karen leave your sister alone. And don’t call her food Tania.” “Why not? That’s what she is - food.” June didn’t respond as she hung up her coat and hurried upstairs. Better change this shirt before they notice. “No, it’s too wet.” “But Mom!” “I’m not standing outside in the freezing cold while you cook. I’ll do you in the oven.” “But we have a gazebo and it’s mid August. You’ll be warm and dry outside.” “No, you’re getting oven cooked and that’s final!” Stupid Mom; she never had to be oven roasted. Karen skulked off to her room. She knew there was no point arguing. Her 18th birthday had been ever present in her mind ever since, at the age of fourteen, she had found out she was not actually one of the biological daughters of the family she lived with, but instead a meatgirl. Fourteen was the age when most meatgirls were told of their situation by their school. They were removed from their class and placed in a special class along with other meatgirls. In this class they were supposed to be taught a similar curriculum to the normal students, with an extra emphasis on health and fitness. In truth, the state didn’t want to waste any more money on future roasts, pie fillings and burgers so the classes became little more than fitness and nonsense – parents didn’t much care as long as their future dinners were nice and plump when the time came. “What do you want?” Karen called out as she heard the familiar knock of her older sister on the door. “Just to chat” replied her older sister Ellie. “Fine” she sighed. She liked Ellie but she was sulking and wanted to be left alone. Ellie was a twenty two year old chemistry student currently on summer break. Chubby with black hair and glasses, she didn’t tease Karen like Tania did, although Karen could tell she was looking forward to eating her. “So how’re you feeling sis?” Ellie asked as she walked in and sat down on Karen’s bed. “How do you think I’m feeling?” “Heh, perhaps that wasn’t such a good question to ask,” “I don’t mind that I’m being cooked, it’s just...I always wanted to be spitted but mom won’t let me. She says it’ll be ‘too wet’ and ‘too cold’.” “Oh...that sucks, huh?” “Yeh.” “Could be worse; you could’ve been eaten raw. Being cooked in the oven can’t be that bad can it?” “I guess not... Are you going to help Mom cook me?” “Nah, I have to go and pick up the guest.” “Guest? What guest?” “Ah, you’ll have to wait and see.” “Is it Dad?” “No.” Karen was a little disappointed it wasn’t, although she hadn’t expected her father to be able to get time off work. “Do I know them?” “Yes.” “Can’t you give me a hint, just a little one?” “Fine, but no more questions or hints – it’s a woman you’ve known since you were a kid.” A woman I’ve known since I was a kid... “Is it Aunt Celeste?” “No” She was glad of that. Aunt Celeste was fat and grubby; she didn’t want to become fat on her rolls. But who else could it be? “Can you give me another clue?” “Nope.” “Well then I give up.” “Well then you’ll have to wait till tomorrow. Cya sis.” And that was that, Ellie lingered in the doorway for just a touch longer than normal and then closed the door and left Karen to her last night. Karen finished the last few chapters of her book and then went to sleep early; she had nothing else to do and wanted a good night’s sleep for the big day ahead of her. She was awoken the next morning by her mother’s shouting: “Karen! Are you awake yet?” “Yesss,” She shouted back, which was technically correct. “Well then get up and do your business, our guest is coming at one and I don’t want them to have to wait around.” Obediently she rolled out of bed. The sun shone through her window and there was not a cloud in sight, a perfect day to be spitted. Typical. She made her way to the bathroom in her underwear and did her business. She took an extra-long shower, put on her bathrobe and then made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where her mom and sister were waiting eagerly. “Have you been to the toilet and had a shower?” “Yes mom I can take care of myself, jeez I’m not four.” “I’m just making sure, I don’t want to eat anything icky and I’m sure nobody else does either.” “Well I could go and buy a pig from the butchers if you want, you can be sure there’d be nothing icky then.” “Haha, get that robe off and get in the tray missy. Tania has the oven warmed up yet?” “Yep,” she called out as she eyed up her now naked sister, “All set for miss piggy over here”. “Hey! I’m no miss piggy,” Karen replied, breathing in a little. “I thought they made you work out and stuff?” Tania asked as she grabbed her sister’s somewhat pudgy tummy. “They did, but Mom made me eat a lot,” she defended, “Anyway look at yourself, you’re not exactly Miss Universe.” “Perhaps not,” she said, lifting up her own shirt and feeling her tanned stomach, “but I’m pretty close. Although, I may not be by tonight when you settle here. Would you like that? Would you like to make your little sister fat?” she teased in a baby voice as Karen pouted at her. “Girls! Stop arguing and be quiet; you’re like a couple of kids!” Their mother chided from across the room. “Now, in the tray Karen.” “Mom you should stick a carrot up her ass,” Tania quipped. “Tania!” Karen cried. “Hmmm,” her mom wondered aloud. “Oh come on you’re not seriously going to do that, are you?” “I don’t see why not- ,“ And that was all Tania needed to hear – she went to the cupboard, found the biggest carrot she could and started peeling it. “You don’t see why not? Ummm I don’t know, how about because IT’S A FUCKING CARROT?” “Yeh so?” “AND YOU WANT TO PUT IT IN MY ASS?” “Karen honey I’m sure you’ve had worse things than this up there before. You’ve had a few boyfriends...” “MOM!” “Now, bend over please, I see your sister has already peeled it. Would you like to put it in Tania?” Tania needed no more encouragement - Karen squealed as Tania bent her over the counter and rammed and twisted it in. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” “Are you even going to eat it?” “No, it will have been up your ass; that would be disgusting.” “Ugh, well what was the point then?” “It makes you look nicer, and I read online that it helps with cooking you too.” “Helps with cooking me? How can it possibly help with cooking me? “Just get in the tray will you?” Tania giggled as Karen climbed up onto the table and into the tray. “Make sure that carrot doesn’t fall out!” Tania called. Karen settled in the tray and kneeled, the carrot still protruding from her ass. “Now, stay still while I add some potatoes and vegetables.” “They aren’t going inside me, are they?” “No, but don’t give me any ideas.” June added to the tray an assortment of small potatoes and vegetables. “Now, time to butter you up. Get the butter please, Tan.” Tania excitedly went and got the butter from the fridge and handed it to her mother. “Don’t you need a spatula or something?” Karen asked. “Nah, I’ll just rub it on with my hands,” June replied. She grabbed a handful of butter and began to spread it over June’s body, like a masseuse giving an oil massage. Tania, meanwhile, was leaning on the counter and playing with her smartphone. “Are you enjoying that sis?” Tania asked. “Oh yeh, loving it.” She replied sarcastically. A few minutes in and June rested her chin on Karen’s shoulder and whispered, “This one’s mine,” as she squeezed her left breast. “Err, ok...” She’s enjoying this an awful lot... June took her time buttering her daughter up. Once every part of Karen’s body had been buttered she wiped her hands in Karen’s discarded robe and tried to pick Karen’s tray up. “Give me a hand getting her into the oven will you?” “One sec Mom,” Tania replied, positioning her phone to get a good picture of Karen. Click sounded the fake shutter. Click it sounded again as she got another shot from the rear. “Oooh, lemme see,” June said, grabbing the phone, “Nice, you can see the carrot haha.” “Now that is going on facebook,” Tania said as she put the phone in her pocket and grabbed a handle on the tray. Oh great, now the rest of my family will see me naked with a carrot up my ass. “On 3, ready? 1...2...3 lift!” The two heaved as they shuffled toward the oven. Fortunately, the oven was at waist height so they didn’t need to strain themselves bending over. Tania opened the oven door with her foot. “Careful!” her mother said as she opened it. Together they slid Karen in. “Uhh guys, that looks kinda hot...” she said, worried for the first time. “Good - that means it’s working. Now, I’m closing the oven door, so if there’s anything you else you have to say, say it quickly.” “How long do I have to stay in here for?” “About an hour or so,” she responded, closing the oven door. “Wait!” She called out to no avail. The oven was hotter than she’d anticipated. Karen could feel her sweat secreting all over her as she was blasted with heat, her red hair was wet within minutes. The oven was dark, though some light seeped in through the mostly opaque glass on the door. Over the whirr of the oven she could hear her mother and sister laughing in the kitchen. Well I’m glad they’re enjoying it... A whole hour in here, what the hell am I going to do for an hour? She closed her eyes and imagined she was on a beach somewhere in the Bahamas, on a beach kneeling with her head down, and her carrot filled ass up in the air. No, that isn’t a carrot, it’s a toy. Karen was no stranger to anal stimulation and the carrot did admittedly feel nice there... Oh what the hell? She thought as she began rubbing herself. I may as well. A while later and she realised the heat didn’t feel as bad as it did originally. Her skin became increasingly less sensitive as she continued to play with herself. After a few minutes she could smell herself and her stomach began to growl. The buzz of the timer that signalled the end of Karen’s stay in the oven was met with jubilation by Karen. By now she could feel the steam emitting from her skin. She did smell very good though; even she had to admit that. The door opened and both June and Tania’s faces lit up. The cold hit Karen just as hard as the heat had earlier. She shivered as steam radiated from her piping hot body. Her skin had a golden brown look to it now, darker than Tania’s own natural skin colour. “You smell delicious girl!” Karen said. “That’s...that’s real fantastic,” A groggy Karen replied as she was picked up and set down on the kitchen counter. The living room was next to the kitchen and she could hear voices there. They sounded familiar – Ellie’s, Natalie’s and another, which she couldn’t quite place. “Can I try a bit mom?” Tania asked as she slipped off her oven mitts. “Sure, how about a finger? Give her your hand Karen.” Karen gingerly stretched out her left arm for Tania. She considered giving Tania her right hand - the hand she’d masturbated with but she decided against it. Tania eagerly grabbed her hand and put her fingers in her mouth. She licked them and played with them for a while, teasing Karen. “Oh Tania, what are you like?” Her mom said, chuckling. Tania then slowly bit down and removed Karen’s index finger. She looked Karen dead in the eye as she did so, grinning as Karen winced. “Wow, it’s delicious,” she said as she chewed, “Try one mom!” “Well I’m glad at least one of us enjoyed that!” Karen cried as her mom picked up her hand. “You’d better get used to it; there’ll be five of us doing it soon.” Karen closed her eyes as her mother bit through and removed her middle finger. It didn’t hurt quite as much this time to her relief. “Mmm, she is delicious” June exclaimed as she ate, “Karen... just what did you do in the cooker?” “Nothing; it must just be that carrot!” June eyed her suspiciously. “Can I have another one mom?” Tania asked. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” “Oh would you look at the time, it’s nearly one o’clock. I guess you’ll have to leave my poor fingers alone.” Karen interjected. “She’s right,” June said, “but don’t think you’ll be holding onto those fingers for much longer missy.” On the kitchen counter was a large silver platter. June lifted one side of the tray up and Karen slid onto it, accompanied by the assortment of vegetables and potatoes. Her own muscles were weak; she was unable to stand or move much at all. “I wonder what our guest will think of our little decoration,” Tania said. “Oh I’m sure she’ll love it,” her mom replied. “Yeh, who wouldn’t love a girl with a carrot up her ass?” said Karen. “Let’s put the cover over her,” Tania suggested, “That way it’ll be even more of a surprise!” “Good idea, the cover is in the top left cupboard by the fridge,” June said. A few moments later and it was as though she was in the oven again, only without the heat. She felt herself being lifted and she wobbled from side to side as she was brought into the room. “Behold!” said Tania as she was set down on the table, “I give you - Karen!” The cover was lifted and Karen came face to face with a familiar face. “Mrs Jones!” she exclaimed as she looked up to see her 5th grade teacher looking at her, “Oh wow, I should’ve guessed it’d be you.” Mrs Jones smiled, “It’s lovely to see you too; you look great.” “Thanks, I wanted to be spitted but Mom wouldn’t let me. Said it’d be too cold…” “It was raining quite heavily yesterday and I didn’t want to risk it, stop complaining” Her mom replied. “Oh my God, is that a carrot in her bum?” Ellie exclaimed. “Yeh, do you like it? It was Tania’s idea,” June beamed. “Aww guys, we’re eating her, isn’t that enough humiliation?” “Apparently not,” Natalie replied grimly. “Ellie please make sure they don’t do that to me.” “Head Chef’s orders take precedent sorry hun, and I don’t think Mom wants to give up her role as Head Chef.” Ellie replied. “Absolutely not” June said sternly. “Can we start mom?” Tania asked excitedly. “Not yet, first we have to say grace.” “Grace,” Tania exclaimed and began to reach for a knife. “Don’t be silly,” her mom chided, “we have to thank God for this wonderful meal we are about to receive.” “Does God sanction eating people, Mom?” Ellie asked smugly. “Well unless you can find the Bible verse that says otherwise, I’d say we can.” “Do meatgirls go to heaven?” Natalie asked. “Haha, no dear. Food doesn’t go to heaven.” “Oh.” “That’s just the way God made us dear. Now, Mrs Jones, would you like to do the honours?” “Of course,” Mrs Jones exclaimed, clasping her hands together. Everyone else around the table followed suit. “Dear Lord, we thank you today for this wonderful meal we are about to receive. Amen” “Amen” everybody else echoed. “Now that that’s done, who wants a finger?” June asked. “I do!” Tania squealed with joy. “Me too,” said Ellie. “Now now girls, how about we show a little courtesy here and let our guest have first pick.” “It looks like you’ve already beaten her to it,” Ellie said, looking at Karen’s rather diminished left hand. “We had to make sure she was cooked,” June replied, “But the other hand is untouched.” “Well I guess I’ll just go right ahead then,” Mrs Jones said, “If you wouldn’t mind Karen?” Once again Karen held out her hand for her fingers to be eaten, this time her right. “I hope you enjoy me, Mrs Jones,” she added, with some degree of sincerity. Mrs Jones always was her favourite teacher but it still felt weird offering her hand for this. “I’m sure I will dear, it’s great to see you again by the way. Ever since I discovered you were a meatgirl I had hoped I’d be invited to your feast. Well anyway, I’d better get started. Was there a finger you liked least?” She joked. “I like all my fingers,” she replied, “but take your pick.” “I’ll go for the ring finger then,” she replied. Karen didn’t turn to look this time but instead put on a brave face and tried not to move. It just about worked; she barely twitched as her only remaining ring finger was removed. “Mmm, delicious,” she said as she ate. Karen smiled meekly. She was glad her teacher enjoyed eating her. “Gee, I remember the first day I taught young Karen,” Mrs Jones said as June began slicing off steaks from Karen’s midriff. “She said she wanted to be an astronaut; that her dream was to go into space.” “Well that didn’t quite work out did it sis?” Tania piped up. “Maybe not but how many astronauts do you know?” Mrs Jones replied defensively. “You should send off some breast for the astronauts; at least then she’s kind of fulfilled her dream,” Ellie suggested. “That’s a gre-“ “Well we could...” June interrupted, “But I’d rather have it for myself!” And with that she sliced her left breast clean off and settled it on her plate. “Heh, I don’t think she liked that very much,” Tania noted. “Ouch, I don’t blame her” Mrs Jones replied as she lathered her slice of Karen with cranberry sauce. “Natalie you haven’t eaten much?” June asked. “I don’t want to.” Natalie replied “Nonsense! Here have some butt cheek” June replied and put some of Karen’s cheek onto her plate “Just think, this will be you in a few years, are you looking forward to it?” “No,” she squeaked, which was met with laughter from everyone else around the table. “So is anyone going to eat that carrot?” Ellie asked. “I’ll give you $10 if you do.” Tania replied. “Easy,” Ellie replied and pulled it out of Karen’s ass. Karen moaned silently as the carrot was removed. She was glad the carrot wasn’t going to waste. Ellie ate the carrot without flinching, “I would have done it for $5” she remarked when she had eaten it. “You’re disgusting” Tania quipped as she handed over the money. As more and more of her disappeared into the stomachs of her family, Karen felt more and more woozy. Her head spun and she felt very tired. She knew that if she fell asleep that would be it, although “it” was becoming an increasingly tempting prospect. “Hey mom, can I have her ear?” She heard her ever joyous younger sister ask. “Well why don’t you ask her, hun?” “OK - Can I have your ear sis?” Karen could only murmur something incomprehensible. “Well I didn’t hear a ‘no’ so I guess that means go right ahead.” “Awesome,” she said as she reached for the knife. That’s it, no more. Karen closed her eyes and drifted off for the final time. “I think she’s passed,” Ellie said. “Oh well, that’s a shame, I was rather enjoying her squirm,” Tania said as she crunched on the ear. “Me too,” her mom added. A good half an hour of eating later and they had eaten most of Karen. “Welp, I’m stuffed,” Mrs Jones announced as she set down her knife and fork on her empty plate and put her hands on her enlarged belly. “Ughh, same” Tania said as she put down a bone she had licked clean. “What are you going to do with the leftovers?” Ellie asked. “In the bin, like all the other food waste.” “You could use it as compost.” Mrs Jones suggested “Yuk, gardening, no thanks” She replied, “Although I could think of use for this”… “Hey Laura,” Karen said as she arrived at the office 10 minutes late the following Monday, “I’ve got something for you. “O...K, what is it?” Laura asked. “This,” Karen replied pulling out a necklace. “Is that...is that a tooth?” Laura asked stunned. “Sure is,” she replied as she reached to put it around Laura’s neck. “No! I’m not wearing that!” “You will if you want me to write my weekly report.” I wonder how hard it would be to get a permit to cook her; she thought as she placed the necklace around Laura’s neck, I could cook her up with Natalie.