Janet and Marianne were drinking coffee next to the kitchen window when they saw the Grill Express delivery truck. The driver opened the side door and a young woman got out, naked except for a pair of rope sandals and what looked like a thick collar made of blue plastic around her slim neck. She ran quickly across the sidewalk carrying a white cardboard box with a plastic handle, a puff of huffing breath evident from her lips.
“Ah, it’s 9 o’clock already?” Janet asked, the doorbell ringing at the same time she stood up.
“No, it’s 9:20,” Marianne replied, “she’s late.”
When they opened the front door van and left. The trembling naked girl had short black hair, an endearing cat-like face and green eyes. Her plump pussy was cleanly shaved and a yellow tag was fastened to her pink labia. The ladies got goosebumps at the sight of her smooth white thin limbs cold.
“Ms. Jen… Janet?” The girl asked, “I’m Kar… Karli, from BBQ Express. Are you planning to eat me today, or do you want to freeze me here?”
“Oh! Yes, come in, dear,” said Janet, taking the girl’s soft hand and dragging her in: “This is my sister-in-law Marian.”
“Ha, hello.” The girl said.
“Let’s see how it goes this time?” She strides into the kitchen, sets the carton down on the table and crosses her smooth arms and turns around. Next to two short, fat, middle-aged women in sweatshirts and jeans, the naked young flesh looked delicious and attractive. She had glowing creamy white skin and slender thighs, soft breasts of just the right size standing up on her chest, her ass, thighs and hips plump and smooth, and overall a complete girl, the only drawback being a small scar right in the middle of her stomach from her navel to her abdominal plexus.
“My God, darling!” Marianne said, “You look so beautiful…”
“Delicious, I know,” the girl said impatiently, “savory, sweet, drool-worthy, or whatever. I look like I should taste good, that’s for sure.” The two ladies held hands in front of her and nodded dumbly.
“Do you guys want to touch the meat?” Carrie said.
“Okay…” replied Janet with an uneasy giggle as Marianne’s face blushed.
The girl shook her head and raised her eyes to the ceiling : “I’m a domestic animal, for food!” Kari laughed: “If you want to do it and don’t want me to see it, you can hang me up there first. Come on, so I can get to work!” She stretched out her arms at the same time.
The two ladies eagerly pounced on the cream-colored young flesh, squeezing arms, thighs, breasts and stomachs and the muscles around them, testing firmness and commenting in very small voices. The pink nipples hardened under them, the breasts gently perfumed. A triangle shaped “BBQ Delivery” logo was branded on Carrie’s curvy ass. Marianne pinched the soft flesh of the girl’s pussy and felt mucus running down her palm.
“Thank you so much for liking me,” Carly gasped, “but did you start preparing dinner early?
Mind you, I need to bake for seven hours.”
“Ah, God!” Marianne cried out, “No, dear, I didn’t know!” The ladies rushed into the kitchen in a panic, ready to cook the girls.
“Oh, my God!” Janet said, “We’ll have to put you in the oven, honey, come here, come up to the pan!”
Marianne and Janet bent over and dragged huge pans from the cupboard to the floor with a loud clatter.
“Ladies, ladies!” Kari laughed, taking off her sandals : “Listen to me, you guys don’t have to do anything, okay? Simply sit back and relax and let me take out my ingredients before we start.” The naked nude walks over to the stove and turns the oven up to 40-50.
Janet and Marianne looked uneasily at each other, then sat down in kitchen chairs to watch. Carrie opened the box and placed its contents on the table, the white cardboard box with the BBQ Express logo on both sides. They consisted of a clean sheet of barbecue film, a square piece of wire mesh with handles on each side, a large garbage bag ready to hold the girl’s discarded parts, a bottle of sweet barbecue girl sauce, a meat thermometer, an illustrated instruction sheet that said “How to Use BBQ Delivery Girl,” and finally a large tube of traditional herb filler that was pre-mixed by BBQ Delivery. and finally a large plastic tube filled with BBQ Delivery’s pre-mixed traditional herb filler.
“Look, there’s all I need.” Carly said.
“No saw!” Marianne called out, “We lost our old one, and, we need a saw!”
“Why do we need a saw?” The girl asked.
“To cut off your head, of course!” Janet replied with an exasperated grunt, “Why else?”
“How long has it been since you last cooked a girl?” Carrie asked with a smile.
“I don’t think we’ve used fire in five years.”
“The last time we cooked girls, ah,” said Marianne, thinking: “was about ten years ago.”
“Our nephew called BBQ Express Delivery for us,” said Janet, “I’m afraid we’ve never heard of you.”
“Well, I have fireproof gel in my hair,” the girl replied, “and you can keep my head because my hair won’t burn, okay?”
The ladies stroked Carrie’s short hair, stiff and straight from the fire gel.
“What a great idea.” Janet said.
“No?” Carrie said. She placed the square of wire mesh on the cutting table between the sink and the fireplace and spread the grill wrap over the wire mesh.
“I think it’s best to have a pocket knife ready,” Janet said, “We need to clean out your insides and get you clean, honey.”
“Ma’am,” Carrie scoffed with a frown, “BBQ delivery means I’m ready to be cooked, okay?”
She stood before them, one hand on her ass, highlighting the rows of stitches across her bare stomach.
“This morning, the factory removed my stomach, my spleen, my bile, and a few other things I didn’t know about,” she explained : “Everything except my liver, kidneys, and some small intestines. Of course, to ensure the quality of the meat, meat animals are not allowed to use anesthetics, so I passed out twice.”
The ladies gasped and looked at each other in surprise. Carrie continued her preparations, placing the stuffing tubes, meat thermometers, and bottles of Girl’s Dressing at the sink.
“My God!” Marianne said, “Why are you still alive, dear?”
“Because they clean it up and give the girl an IV,” Carrie replied : “That way, I probably won’t die until the afternoon.”
Upon climbing onto the cutting table, the girl smiled mischievously at theirs. “But I was half cooked before that, wasn’t I?” Her voice made a pleasant sound.
“You will, dear.” Janet replied, smiling softly and widely.
Kneeling on the table, Kari read the instructions. “Okay,” she cooed, “first the thermometer…” she picked up the meat thermometer and turned the sharp tip towards her creamy thighs, letting it point towards her ass.
“You will be putting me in in the oven, so you need to use this,” she said. “When it gets to three hundred degrees, I’m cooked.”
Putting on a face, the naked girl inserted the tip of the thermometer into the firm flesh of her thigh, parallel to the bone.
“Ouch!” Marianne looked mesmerized and smiled, “You’re really being yourself, honey!”
Bright red blood trickled down her soft leg as Carrie inserted the eight-inch thermometer two inches into her flesh for the first time. “Ah, yes!” The girl smiled with a gasp. Sweat glistened on her smooth, white skin as she wiped her forehead with her forearm. Closing her eyes and rigidly lowering her chin, the beautiful nude body once again inserted the thermometer an inch into her thigh.
“Do you need a little help, very little?” Janet asked.
“You know, it’s entertaining for us!” She stood up. “Will you two stop talking?” Kari pleaded, grinning painfully. “Let me do this right, okay?” The girl’s chest rose and fell, her beautiful breasts swinging slowly with each breath.
“No problem,” Janet replied, returning to her chair and looking at the girl with a smile, “I think we’ll both make a good impression.”
“Thank you, then.” Kari said wordlessly.
She flexed her thighs, gripping the dial of the thermometer tightly in both hands, and proceeded to insert the tip inch by inch into her cream-colored flesh as two lines of blood flowed through it more quickly.
“You… look…” Kali cooed, “The barbecue delivery… is only… two inches or so… and it can deliver… completely self… prepared… barbecued meat!”
“That’s exactly what you are, dear!” Marianne reassured her.
“Push a little more.” Shivering, sweating, the beautiful naked body clenched her teeth, grabbed the thermometer, and began a final push. “This… should… work!” The girl cried. She lay back down, exhausted, smiling and breathing sharply. The thermometer rod was buried deep in Kari’s wonderful thighs, the dial silent against the smooth, bleeding skin, tears and sweat glistening beneath her eyes.
“My God, dear,” Marianne said, “I feel uncomfortable just sitting here watching you do all the work.”
After glancing at the instructions, Kari picked up the stuffing tube, the twisted hose coiled around its unspooled end. The girl removed the plastic cap from the hose, revealing a tapered, sharp tip with some small holes. “Hey!” The girl exclaimed, “I think it’s more painful than a thermometer!”
“Why didn’t they fill you in before you were delivered?” Marianne asked.
“Because some people like to put stuffing according to their own recipes,” replied the beautiful nude, “the factory at BBQ Express does a lot of the preparation, but the girl has to do the rest of the work herself.”
She held the tip of the tube in one hand while the other searched her stomach for the correct location of the hole. Then she pressed the sharp tip against the soft, hairless skin of her belly.
“Don’t you want to use your own stuffing before I start?”
“Our nephew told us not to do anything.” Janet said.
“Yeah, sure sure, let’s do it.” Carrie said accompanied by another charming smile.
The girl gritted her teeth, gripped the tip of the tube tightly, and stabbed it into her stomach as hard as she could. The steel tip pierced the skin and muscle, sliding deep into the abdominal cavity. “Here…” moaned Kari. She was clearly in extreme pain, but she began to squeeze the filler tube and roll it up from the bottom. It looked like hard work for her delicate hands.
“I wouldn’t ask if we could fill you in.” Janet said with a smile.
As she continued her work, Kali took a deep breath and managed a smile. “Very well,” the girl said, “now you will know… how… to… sit and watch… the next girl…” She suddenly cried out in a spasm of pain, and the ladies heard the thick paste “squeak” into the animal’s body. The ladies heard the thick paste “squeak” into the animal’s body.
Since Carrie took a few minutes to load her stomach, Jenny went to the restroom and Marianne went out to set the table for the dinner party.
“Now for the fun part.” The girl said, pulling out the steel tip so violently that blood flowed downward across her skin like a small river.
The uncooked stuffing stretched her stomach and Carrie slumped forward, supporting herself on one skeletal elbow as she shoved the tube of stuffing into her cunt. She gasped rhythmically as the effort was made to squeeze the tube empty. When she was finished, the plastic tube was nearly empty and the stuffing seeped slowly out of her teenage cunt.
“Now, we have to help with that part!” Janet giggled with food. The two ladies enthusiastically came over and pressed the oozing stuffing back into her moist cunt.
“I know you guys do!” Carly said, and they all laughed.
The naked girl struggled to sit up and spilled the girl sauces over her shoulders, arms and thighs. She began to apply them to her soft skin, and naturally the ladies helped with this. The dressing felt so good to the touch as it coated the smooth as silk girl flesh.
“You look like you’re finally ready!” Marianne said.
“And the oven’s already at the right temperature for us to put you in?”
“There’s one more thing,” replied Carrie gently. Her voice was already weak, but she still made a mischievous, charming smile. “Aren’t you guys wondering about this big plastic collar?” She asked.
“Well, yes,” Janet said. “I think it might be a numbering device.”
“Or for bondage.” Marianne guessed.
“No, it’s something else,” Carrie said with a soft chuckle as pain flashed across her endearingly gaunt face. Slowly, the naked body ready for the grill began to shrink as she brought her creamy white thighs together underneath her body and knelt in the center of the grill membrane.
“When the collar job is done, you unlock it and remove it,” she said, “then you pull up the grill wrap to cover me, seal it, and pull up the handle of the wire mesh to stuff me into the oven. If you’re not sure, check the cooking guide.”
Kari inserted a clean plastic tube into the slot of the blue collar. She brought her chin close to her knees so that her body bent into a ball and flung a section of the plastic tube into the pool.
“Are there any more questions you want to ask me before I die?” She asked.
The ladies looked at each other, “Ah no, dear,” said Janet affectionately, “you’re doing a wonderful job, and you look absolutely delicious.”
“Thanks,” Carly said. “I hope I taste good, and also, I hope you will call the next girl from the BBQ Express.”
Finally, smiling, she turned the small switch on the collar to the left and the thick collar slowly began to work. The naked girl put her smooth arms on her chest and lowered her head.
Janet and Marianne gasped. Clean plastic tubes oozed bright red blood, and a small battery-powered pump inside the collars steadily drained the girls’ blood through the plastic tubes.
After a few seconds, Kari’s lovely eyes slowly closed and her soft, naked body shivered for a moment, quieting.
A little later, the last drop of blood dripped out of the plastic tube, the little pump stopped working, and the collar came loose.
When she pulled the take away collar short pin out, Janet saw only very small bruises on the girl’s neck.
The two ladies remembered that a normal young girl was very heavy. They held onto the handles of the wire mesh, but the roast was easily lifted off the counter.
After a few gasping pushes, they managed to shove the roast ass forward into their oven and close the door.
“My God!” Marianne said as she leaned wearily against the counter, “If we were on our own, we wouldn’t even be able to get the girls ready in time.”
“I agree,” Janet said, putting the empty stuffing tube into a trash bag.
“Awesome idea for BBQ Express delivery!”
The ladies once again took their seats at the table with their cookies and coffee.
The girl’s lovely face was pressed against the center of the glass oven door, her eyes closed tightly, the slightest parting of her soft lips.
“It’s the best way to prepare.” Marianne exclaimed.
“Besides her, we will have to make potatoes.” Janet replied.
“Haha,” said Marianne, “I don’t know if they can peel themselves!”
So they both laughed.