ok im looking for ideas of tit destruction, abuse, torture, ect. for some guro literature im trying to make, thank you very much

basic, but why not strap some small explosives on them? There's also disection, and simple cooking. uh... barbed wire whipping, car battery, opening the nipple and tearing it apart(saw some funy pics of that my friend drew to get back at a girl at school). you could grade them witha chesse grader, teh classic tearing them off, or tie them so they stick out and let a car/bike/truck/kids on skates/etc rund/ride over them.

and the types of tit matter. you oculd do the imploded tit, somethign not much seen here. where the tit is so massive, its folded over the nipple and there looks liek a small crease where it should be.

anyway, some oldies but goodies.

consensual use of her tits as punching bags

injecting her tits with fluid, acid, whatever until they burst

having her tits used for weapon testing

have her hanging by the tits for days

perhaps a fight where only the girl or girls could only have their tits targeted?

tits digested by a creature

squeezing big fake titties until they pop?

or maybe if you had a girl with really huge tits you could start slicing them off, but not go all the way, but eventually the massive weight of her tits causes them to rip off

i also like the idea of a girl with oversized tits as big as her head having her beautiful tits squeezed by a strong monster, crushing them

>>2 great ideas, and you should def get those pics online =P

>>5 another hot idea


i always liked the idea of having a girl with big dd's being tied behind a car, and facing the ground with her hands tied behind her back so all thats keep her head above the ground is her massive tits. Pretty much like a cheese grader right?

or deep frying tits in stories have always been incredibly painful for the girl, but a huge turn on for me =)

I would mr. guro, but unfortunately they were confiscated and the my friend and I were deemed "unstable" for a small out of the normal idea. So the pic swere the destroyed and we had to talk to a counselor.

Meat slicer.

half voluntary debreasting in the future, where it is so common that it is done at tattoo shops with bad (or without) anestesia

having a her large dangling tits lowered into a cage of dogs or something compareable (nothing to large, make it last a while).

>>16

ferrets

What about a clear box of venomous snakes ? Have the poison cause her tits to become super sensitive and engorge hugely, while slowly killing off her tits.

i say someone writes a story using all these stories "tit torture fantasy camp" lol

>>17

Dogs, wolves, jackels, etc.

picture this, milena velba and a couple of wolves.

lipo the fat out, then pop all the milk glands with a clamp

lipo fat into a girl with already big tits so that they are huge, and then when she complains about how they're too big and gross, destroy her boobs

alternatively, normal saline/silicone implants instead of fat implants.

either way, the oversized balloons get destroyed. :3

>>22

lol oversized balloons,


how about when she goes for the implants instead they give her larva filled ballons and when the larva hatch they have soft inner tit flesh to eat =)

Use her boobs as dart boards. Simple; and it leaves them in tact for later abuse.

Slowly, gently, lovingly garrote the tits with a tight thin wire, until it cuts right through and the tit falls off.

Alternatively, have the girl kneel before a press, put her boobs on the surface, and then just turn the crank until they are squeezed entirely flat. Then force her to stand. >:D

Anyone find any tit destruction idea a ton hotter if the girl consensually does it herself?

Voluntarily made debreasting - HOT!

How about this: A group of soldiers in jungle is fighting against rebels. Lets say this is somewhere in south america. They are given orders to spread fear.

They catch a group of rebels near a village. After disarming them they drag them to the village, tie them down on their knees back against a tree. The rebels (women and men) are then introduced to the group's punishment specialist.

She is a woman. She gets right into business. While the other villagers watch, she cuts the women's tits open horizontally and leaves them to bleed.

She then proceeds to cutting the men's testicles also horizontally almost in half and leaving the ruined bollocks hanging outside their sacks in open air.

Then the rebels are left there, guarded, for a day and those who survive are allowed to go home to be helped by the village's women. They all end up dying in yet more pain, when the men are castrated and they bleed to death and women when their debreasting is tried to get finished and they die of shock and bleeding.

I just tought of a great idea. Bind the tits for so long that they die and then the girl is forced to cut them off before blood poisoning.

How about you take a pair of tits, fondle them a bit, maybe tweak or kiss a nipple, then get back to fucking?

I've got a few stories I've saved from various web sites. They're good fantasies involving breast destruction in one way or another, often by being consumed by people or animals. I'll repost them here. Hopefully the authors won't mind too much.

Truly_Sarah - A Slice of Life (I saved this story from a website called 'Dolcett Girls Forum')

Genna’s naked breasts bounced lightly as she walked through the door and dropped her purse into the chair beside the phone. She had just gotten home from work at the meat plant and her naked body was glistening from the summer heat outside. Before she went further in the house though, she punched the button on the answering machine. “Hi babe,” she heard as her boyfriends voice sounded from the machine. “It’s almost 4pm and I’m about to leave work with Derrick. I’m going to bring him by to look at the barbeque to see if he can fix it for the cook out next weekend. We should be there about 5:30 or so. If you don’t mind and you get this in time, could you make up some sandwiches for dinner? Thanks babe,” his voice said as the machine clicked off.

“Sandwiches,” Genna asked herself with annoyance. “We don’t have anything for sandwiches. He’d know that if he’d paid attention to what he ate,” she continued as she turned and headed into the kitchen. Sure enough, a close examination into the contents of the refrigerator revealed that there was no meat as she leaned down and rummaged through the drawers and making her b-cup breasts jiggle pleasantly. “Well, it’s 5pm now so I should have time to run to the store and get something before they show up,” she said as she stood back up and shut the door. In just a few steps Genna had her purse and keys in hand and was driving her convertible to the grocery store several blocks away.

After parking her car, Genna strolled across the parking lot from where she had parked near the edge of the lot to keep her car from getting dinged. Her golden brown skin, bare and tanned from countless years of complete nudity, seemed to glow under the sun before she walked through the store doors and headed right to the meat deli. Fortunately there wasn’t a line when she stepped up to the counter and looked over the cuts of meat on display. “Hello Ms. Priss,” the woman behind the counter said with a smile when she saw Genna through the counter’s glass front as she was arranging the different portions of breasts and rumps on display with different flavors of cheeses that were available. Bending over like she was to reach the meats and cheeses in the display case, the woman’s own large breasts were clearly visible behind the narrow uniform apron that tried to conceal them.

“Hi Missy,” Genna responded as she continued to regard the meats on display, bending over slightly to look through the glare on the glass and smiling when she saw the almost naked woman. “What’s the age on the breast meat you have here?” she asked when she finally stood up. “All we have right now is U20 meat,” the apron-clad woman behind the counter said. “We’re fresh out of anything aged longer until after the holiday,” she continued as she wiped her hands on a towel. “All right,” Genna said with a sigh. “I suppose I can have some of mine cut. Is your live slicer working tonight?” she asked. The girl behind the counter nodded her head and gestured over to the end of the counter near the registers. “Sure is and I’ve been trained on it as well so you’ll get good cuts of meat,” the young deli worker said with a smile.

A couple of minutes later Genna was behind the counter straddling the narrow steel platform between her legs. It was designed to hold a woman in place by keeping her seated on a pair of dildos that filled her pussy and ass fully. Quick, efficient movements by Missy soon had Genna strapped into the machine and her b-cup breasts were thrust through the cutting guard as Genna looked down at them through the clear plastic shield. Thick leather straps kept Genna from moving around on the machine as Missy attached a pair of powerful suction cups to Genna’s rosy nipples and stretched her breasts even further into the machine.

“How thick do you want the slices?” Missy asked as she made a couple of adjustments to the machine and checked the dildos to make sure they were fully seated in Genna’s body. “Thin sliced for sandwiches,” Genna said as she felt the dildos slide just a bit further into her. “Thin sliced it is then,” Missy said with a smile as she narrowed the field of the cutting laser so that it would take off smooth, thin slices. “Just remember, the lube and dildos might be cold at first when they start up but they’ll warm to you quickly and then I’ll start cutting. Oh, did you want your nipples saved or should I just toss them into the case with the others when we’re done?” Missy asked as she held her finger over the big red start button.

“Save them please,” Genna said lightly. “Oh, and just slice off about half of my meat. I’ll have the rest cut before next weekend but I want those cuts to be thicker for grilling,” she added. “Sure thing Ms. Priss,” Missy said and then punched the start button. Almost at once Genna felt several large pulses of cool lubricant jet into her pussy and ass, making her moan as the machine's motor turned on and vibrated her whole body pleasantly. Moments later she felt the dildos begin to alternate their thrusting so that one drove into her body as the other pulled out, both of them vibrated from the motor. “I’m saving my nipples when I have my breasts cut off,” Missy said. “They’re going to be mounted on a small plaque along with my clit when I graduate from school and I’m giving them to my dad as a present since he let me choose to be dismembered and cooked up as shish-ka-bobs for my sister’s 18th birthday party,” she said before she heard the juicy sounds of Genna’s cunt and ass being fucked.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Genna said as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the lubricated fucking of her pussy and ass. She also enjoyed sitting upright on the machine because she was able to relax and let the leather straps hold her onto the steel arm that held the dildos. “Ok Ms. Priss, I'm going to start slicing off your breast meat now,” Missy said as Genna felt her nipples pulled even more into the machine. Already they were thick little nubs of tingling pleasure and she opened her eyes to watch as they were sliced from her tits. Genna was moaning almost constantly now as she looked through the clear plastic shield and she began to orgasm as Missy pushed the laser cutter forward and severed her engorged nipples from her breasts which sprang back from where they had been pleasantly stretched just moments ago.

Genna squealed loudly as her breasts rebounded and jiggled against her chest while other shoppers walked by with their carts of groceries. She was shocked at what it felt like to have her nipples severed like that and the loss of pleasure that she was experiencing. “We’ll just leave them hanging until I get the rest of your meat cut and put them on top of the package so they don’t get lost,” Missy said as she drew the cutting head back to it’s starting point and reset it. Genna nodded and tried to reach up to feel her breasts, to feel where her nipples had once been but the cutting guard prevented her from doing just that as the large dildos continued to thrust deeply into her pussy and ass. “Don’t worry Ms. Priss,” Missy said. “Some of the ladies that we cut have said that even though their nipples are gone they always feel like they’re just as hard and swollen as when they were cut off,” the girl said.

Genna nodded her head without answering as another orgasm rolled through her body from the cutting machine as it fucked her deeply. “I... It’s just that I always like to play with my breasts when I’m getting fucked,” Genna said as she looked back through the plastic guard. “Me too,” Missy said. “Too bad you won’t be able to do that for much longer though,” the girl said as she lowered a specially designed holding arm onto Genna’s breasts so that they wouldn’t move when being cut. Dozens of small spiked nubs pierced the quivering flesh of Genna’s breasts, squeezing them harshly against the steel as she watched Missy thrust the cutting head forward again and begin to slice off thin pieces of her tits.

Orgasm after orgasm began to shake Genna’s body and her breathing became short as she watched slice after slice of her own tits fall into a neat little pile at the base of a small steel ledge. The dildos continued to pound her body and finally she let her head slump forward against the clear sight guard, giving herself over to the pleasure filling her body. Moments later though Missy pulled the cutting head back and started to switch off the dildos but Genna lifted her head and pleaded with the nearly naked deli girl. “Please no, don’t stop. Keep... keep going,” she managed to say between the orgasmic waves. “Cut them off, all of them. Just keep cutting,” she pleaded. Missy smiled and nodded her head, “Sure thing Ms. Priss” as she started slicing away at Genna’s breasts once more and letting the sliced breast meat fall away to the bottom of the steel ledge.

A short time later, Genna was helped up from the dildos since her legs were still weak from the continual fucking that she had just received. Once standing though, the now breastless woman turned to lean against a clear section of counter while Missy packaged up the slices of breast, laying Genna’s nipples on top of the small meat in the package before putting a price sticker on the meat. Turning to hand the box to Genna Missy couldn’t help but notice how much the woman’s pussy and ass were still stretched open as she leaned against the counter, displaying her fully fucked holes.

“Here you go Ms. Priss,” Missy said with her usual friendly attitude. “Did you need anything else sliced up this evening or will this do?” the girl asked. “No, I think that will do it for now,” Genna answered after forcing herself to stand upright and accept the box. “But I think I’ll need some of the covering patches until I get back to the house. Just so I don’t make a mess in the car,” Genna said. “Sure thing, I’ll be right back,” the girl said as she picked up another towel and turned towards one of the doors leading into the back of the department and displaying her own glistening wet thighs that were hidden behind the front of her apron.

Moments later Missy returned naked without her apron with a pair of skin-toned patches in her hands. Genna stood waiting, legs spread and thighs still glistening from the fucking that she had received. With more efficient gestures Missy carefully applied the adhesive patches over the fresh wounds where Genna’s breasts had been only minutes earlier. “There you are Ms. Priss,” Missy said. “That should keep the wound clean until it heals in a couple of days. The best way to remove them is by soaking the patches in very hot oil until they fall off or you can always just pull them off quickly. It’ll hurt more like that but that might be a good thing if you like it. I know I do but then I won’t need them since my folks are going to use me to make up a couple of platters of shish-ka-bobs. It’d just be a waste of patches.”

“Yeah, I suppose it would,” Genna said with a smile, taking a tentative step forward. “Thanks for slicing my meat Missy. I’ll be back in next week to pick up some more meat for our bar-b-queue. Good night.” Missy nodded and waved before heading to the far end of the deli counter and packaging up a pair of large, ebony-skinned d-cup breasts and wrapping them. After that the naked deli woman followed Genna through the check out line and paid for her breasts as Genna left the store and drove home in the afternoon heat towards her home where her boyfriend and his co-worker were waiting. “They better not fuss about eating my tits tonight,” she said as she reached up and ran one hand over her breastless chest.

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Yippiz - Meat Party - BAR_01 (This one is also from Dolcett Girls. Yippiz has posted many stories of excellent quality on the topic of debreasting. I'll post a few of my favorites.)

*BAR_01*

"Easy stuff gal, it's one swipe for a regular drink, two for something from what's on tap," She indicated a big transparent tub full of frothy pink liquid, "or five if you want to crack open a fresh one."

"What's that on top of the tub?" Asked Diana, pointing at a big funnel with an engine bolted to the side.

"It's the grinder, how else do you think we turn girls into drinks?" Bianca looked at Diana incredulously for a second. "Oh... you're new. Ok, here's the deal, regular drinks are just that - screwdrivers, slippery nipples, all the stuff you can get at any bar. But, we pioneered meat drinks years ago and they're fantastic! What you do is take one lovely girl and grind her succulent flesh into a smooth paste. Mix in a shot of alcohol, and some other stuff for kick, and it's incredible." She licked her lips at the thought, nipples stiffening behind her black top. "So... we have a supply of ground girl on tap from a few volunteer girls at the start of the party." She indicated the tub again.

"V-v-volunteer?" Stammered Diana incredulously.

"Oh yeah, the grinder is an incredible experience and it's an honor and a privilege to be ground up for the annual party - I tried to get my bod into the first batch," Bianca struck a pose and indicated her own incredibly curvy bod, "but didn't make the cut. I'm hoping someone snaps me up after my shift is over." She leaned in close to Diana, giving her a good ogle of her deep cleavage. "Maybe you'd like a taste..." She whispered suggestively, winking as she drew back.

"But... the tub's so full, wouldn't you have to wait for it to empty first?" Asked Diana.

"Ha! No, no... the tub's great for hotties who want a taste, but the chemicals used to strip the bones and stuff out of the grinding process can be a bit funky. For a real treat you need to grab a fresh girl and grind her soft bits," Bianca cupped her big tits suggestively then pivoted around and smacked her own meaty ass, "up for a drink. Then the rest of her goes into the grinder to top it off."

"Ohhh... I get it." Diana exclaimed.

"Great!" Blurted Bianca as she plunked a clean glass down in front of Diana. "So, what'll it be?" She asked, leaning over the drink so it rested between the curves of her plump breasts.

"Yum... those look tasty..." Diana purred, ogling Bianca's bust.

Bianca smiled and gave them a shake. "Sorry to tease babe, but they're off limits until my break." Diana frowned and Bianca's nipples stiffened as she realized the girl was serious. "But, if you're serious I can get your tag ID and find you on my break..."

"Seriously?!?" Blurted Diana, staring lustily at Bianca's tits.

"Yeah..." Smiled Bianca. "It'd be my pleasure." She breathed as she thrust her chest out temptingly.

Diana smiled. "I'd love that, here's my tag ID." Bianca smiled, swiped her tag and scribbled down the ID. "And... sign me up for five swipes, I want to try a fresh one..."

Bianca grinned, "I knew it!" Diana blushed. "Sure thing babe," she swiped Diana's ID again. "Check out the menu and pick your drink." She drawled, jerking her head at a small stage full of gorgeous girls as she scrubbed out another glass.

"Oh wow..." Breathed Diana, one hand stroking her tingling breasts as she looked at the stage.

Five bikini-clad girls stood on stage, strutting around and posing to show off their incredible bodies. A busty blonde in a tight white bikini and oversized dark sunglasses strode across the stage, chest outthrust and hands on her toned hips. A curvy black beauty spun slowly in a circle, grinding her hips, running her hands up and down her full body and camo bikini as she smiled broadly. A cute half-asian babe with short funky hair and an awesome set of tits smiled as she danced to the beat and flaunted her athletic bikini-clad body. A dusky east indian girl with a handsome face and voluptuous lips smiled as she was eyed, she posed to show off her incredibly curvy body and ran her hands down it, dark eyes glittering mischeviously as she teased the edges of her gold bikini. Last but not least was a muscular redhead with a gravity-defying rack and a big grin, she strode around the stage confidently, posing to show off her toned body and squeeze her tits together.

As Diana stared at the stage the five girls made sure to give her a special show, flaunting their nearly bare bodies at her and doing their best to drive her wild.

"Oh god..." Breathed Diana, absent-mindedly squeezing her own big tits. "They're all so yummy, uh... Her!" She blurted, pointing at the half-asian beauty. The chosen girl squealed and bounced eagerly as she was chosen while the rest of the girls applauded and congratulated her. The east indian beauty gave Diana a sly wink before turning to pose for a cowboy hat wearing blonde with massive tits.

"Hi, my name's Ming!" Squeaked the asian beauty as she seated herself on the bar in front of Diana. "What would you like?" She asked brightly, suggestively thrusting her bouyant chest out with a giggle.

"Oh yummmm!" Enthused Diana as she stared at Ming's bikini-clad breasts.

"Want to see them?" Ming asked, innocently shaking her chest from side to side.

"Stop teasing her girl and show her the goods!" Bianca exclaimed good-naturedly.

"Tee hee! Ok!" Ming unclasped her top but pinned it in place with her arms. "Want to pull it off?..." She asked quietly, leaning towards Diana.

"Um..." Diana said, tentatively motioning towards Ming's chest.

"Go ahead, they're yours now." Encouraged Ming, then she closed her eyes and waited.

Diana gently slid one finger between Ming's squeezed breasts, eliciting a silent shudder, hooked her top and pulled. It slid free, baring Ming's dark nipples, stiff with excitement as they topped her full breasts. Diana stared, mesmerized at the mass of Ming's bust.

"You like?" Asked Ming nervously as she slid her top the rest of the way off and handed it to Bianca.

"Oh... yeah, wow!" Diana exclaimed, slowly reaching for Ming's boobs.

Ming giggled, grabbed Diana's hands, and pressed them against her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as Diana squeezed and fondled her firm breasts, rolling her tender nipples through her fingers and giving them a squeeze.

"C-can I?..." Diana asked hesitatingly as she gently pressed her teeth against Ming's rigidly erect nipple.

"They're yours, play with them!" Ming gleefully exclaimed before gasping as Diana bit down forcefully. "Oh! Oh! Oh...yeah!" She squealed, one hand slipping into her bikini bottom to play with herself as Diana's gnashing teeth clamped down painfully on her nipple and drove her to a spasming orgasm.

"Oh lovely..." Sighed Diana as the pulled back, then ducked in to lick a trickle of blood from Ming's tit. "Sorry about that." She said, wincing apologetically.

"Don't apologize," murmured Ming contentedly, "they're yours and you can do anything you want with them - including grind them up for your drink!" Ming flung her hands up in a two-fisted cheer, setting her breasts bouncing in front of Diana.

"Unless you want some rump that is..." Bianca interjected.

"Oh! Right!" Ming hopped up onto the bar and quickly peeled off her bikini bottom. Turning around she shook her toned butt at Diana. "See anything tasty?" She teased.

Diana reached up and gave Ming's chubby butt a squeeze, feeling the smooth skin and well-fleshed texture of her rear. As she did she snuck a finger between Ming's cheeks and teased it into her pussy. Ming startled, then moaned and thrust her rump at Diana, impaling herself onto Diana's questing finger.

Within seconds Diana had squeezed three fingers into Ming's tight pussy, and a thumb into her quivering anus, and was working them back and forth vigorously as Ming writhed in pleasure. Diana smiled as Ming erupted in another orgasm, shaking and shuddering erotically on the end of her arm.

"So, what'll it be?" Asked Bianca.

"Hmmm..." Diana muttered as she wiped her hand clean with a proffered cloth. As she glanced around she noticed the dusky-skinned east indian beauty further down the counter. She was smiling as the superbusty cowgirl squeezed her juicy breasts and stroked her rump. As she was examined she glanced over at Diana and gave her a sultry wink, then her attention was drawn back to the girl who had ordered her. With a nod she stepped up to a machine and pressed her breasts against two indented circles of gnashing gears. With the flick of a switch the machine whirred to life and so did the gears. Grabbing handles on the bar the east indian beauty shuddered, her eyes rolling back, as the smooth flesh of her big tits was pulled into the machine and ground up.

The cowgirl watched eagerly through the transparent sides of the machine as the pulp of the beauty's bust oozed through it and into a cup at the bottom of the machine. It took nearly a minute for the machine to process all of the east indian girl's breasts and she shuddered as she pressed herself into the gears for the whole duration. As the last of her chest was chewed up her hips bucked in what was obviously an intense orgasm and her full lips pulled back in a cry of passion.

Raising the cup with her ground tits in it, the cowgirl toasted the east indian girl who smiled back as the bar girl lead her up to the grinder. She slid her legs into the teeth of the gears and smiled, stretching luxuriously as she lay back against the slide that would ease her body into the machine. She bit her lip as it whirred to life and the gears began moving, tearing into her body and making her slide slowly into the device. As she was consumed she moaned in pleasure, writhing and twitching as she was processed. It took the gears several long minutes to churn through her body, devouring first her long smooth legs, then her quivering pussy and toned butt, finally working through her torso and the ravaged remnants of her chest as she faded away. When her head finally met the gears she was already gone.

Diana realized she was staring when the bar girl switched off the grinder. She shook her head and turned back to find Ming and Bianca smiling at her.

"Nice show isn't it." Said Bianca.

"My turn for a ride?" Asked Ming eagerly, licking her lips as her gaze kept straying to the grinder.

"Do you really want to?" Asked a stunned Diana.

"Oh yeah!" Breathed an excited Ming. "It's soo cool - not only do I get to show off my bod and have someone choose me over all the other girls because they think I'm the hottest, I also get to feel the rush of having all those gears chew me up so I can feed people with my body." Ming paused for breath and licked her lips. "I get so wet thinking about being eaten, I just hope you pick something nice and painful for me..." She said, voice trailing off.

"Well then..." Diana said, stepping in to cup Ming's incredibly full breasts. "I'd like these..."

"Oh I'm so glad!" Ming squealed excitedly as Diana squeezed her breasts.

"Spiked up good and properly."

"No problem." Smiled Bianca, taking Ming by one arm.

"Can I get one of her nipples on a stick, like a little umbrella?" Asked Diana as Ming was stepping down from the bar.

Ming gasped and lunged across the bar at Diana, thrusting her tits out. "Yes! Yes you can! Either one, pick which one you want and I'll give it up for you."

Ming stared down at her nipples, mesmerized as Diana's finger pointed at one, then the other, as she contemplated her choice. Finally deciding she poked Ming's left nipple. "That one." She said.

"Got it." Ming's eyes rolled back in her head as Bianca pinched her nipple and pulled it out then pressed a pair of unusual shears against the base and squeezed. Diana stared as Ming's nipple was pinched by the shears, then it sprung back as the flesh of her tit gave way to the sharp metal and her nipple was sliced free of her fleshy globe.

Ming stared at her bloody breast as Bianca guided her over to the miniature grinder. Diana followed for an up-close look at the process and licked her lips as Ming carefully pressed her large breasts into the sharp gears of the machine.

Ming took hold of the brass rail on the bar and quivered excitedly, staring at Bianca's hand as it moved to the "On" switch. As Bianca flipped it Ming looked to Diana and whispered "Thank you." Then the gears roared to life and her face lit up with delight as she felt them shift against the tender flesh of her tits and begin grinding. Ming moaned with pleasure as the smooth skin of her breasts was tugged and ripped apart, loosing the meat of her breasts to be ripped out as steaming gibbets of bloody flesh that passed into the machine and were ground into a pulp by the gears within.

Diana watched, mesmerized as Ming groaned and shuddered with pleasure while her full bust was ripped up by the machine. The masochistic asian beauty kept her eyes closed and her hips writhing as she pressed her chest into the machine. The pink meat of her boobs was churned and pulped by the teeth of the machine, passing through the processing gears and having a cocktail of alcohol and spices added to it before it finally oozed out a nozzle at the bottom into a glass.

After a long minute the machine stopped and Ming opened her eyes. Looking at the cup full of her ground tits she gave Diana a proud smile and blew her a kiss as she was lead to the grinder. She climbed into the funnel eagerly, stretching herself out along the slide leading into it and smiling expectantly as Bianca turned it on. As the gears roared to life and began chewing her up she squeaked eagerly, watching happily as the machine bit into her long legs, churning them into meat. Looking up at Diana she smiled and stroked her vanishing legs, showing them off one final time as they disappeared into the machine. As Diana stared, she teased her pussy with one hand, sliding one finger into it, then another as she became more aroused by her painful ordeal. Stroking her pussy vigorously she came just as the gears hit her pussy. She bucked and heaved in orgasm as her toned ass and tight pussy were devoured and was still twitching happily as the grinder hit her lean belly and ripped her guts to shreds. Her eyes went dark and she slumped as she was waving a cheery goodbye to Diana, then she toppled forward into the grinder and was gone.

"Intense isn't it?" Asked Bianca.

"Yeah..." Sighed Diana, sipping on her delicious drink.

"I can't wait for you to do that to me on my break..." Whispered Bianca, squeezing her tits and running her hands down her body eagerly.

Before Diana could reply, Bianca turned to help another girl who had called the muscular redhead down from the stage and was giving her incredible rack a squeeze. Glancing back at the stage Diana saw that two more girls had stepped onto it - a pale goth with huge tits and a latin girl who was grinning broadly as she shook her toned butt.

As she turned to rejoin the party she caught a glimpse of the redhead proudly thrusting her huge boobs into the teeth of the grinder and shuddering in pleasure as it hummed to life.

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Yppiz - Poppers (This is also from Dolcett Girls. Please note that I accidentally misspelled Yppiz' name in the intro to the first story. There is only one 'I' in it.)

*POPPERS_01*

"Psst... Rachel, check out what they're up to over there!" Pam hissed, grabbing her busty blonde friend's elbow and pointing her towards a demo station.

"Hunh?" Rachel muttered, staring at the station where a tall curvy girl with a shimmering cascade of waist length black hair was smiling as she gave a demonstration of a product. Unable to see what was going on, Rachel pushed her way through the crowd of half-naked partygirls with Pam's luscious ass hot on her heels, spiky black hair bobbing and great big tits jiggling in her blue bikini as she moved.

The pair burst through the crowd in time to watch the demo girl slide something into the bulging cleavage of a chirpy blonde babe who was gazing into her low-cut top curiously as the billy club-like device slid along her chest. "Hee hee! It's chilly!" She giggled.

"Don't worry, it'll heat up soon enough." Smiled the tall demo girl. "Now, as you can see the Popper slides comfortably into even tight cleavage like what our cute volunteer Betty is packing."

Betty grinned proudly at the crowd as they ogled her plump bust and the straining white bikini top that restrained it.

"Once you've slid the Popper into position, just press the green button to set it..." The demo girl pressed the green button and there was a whirring noise from the depths of Betty's cleavage.

"Oooh! I can feel something sliding around under my titties... mmm... it feels nice..." Betty moaned, her nipples poking at her tight top.

"Ha! Yes, the Popper has been designed to be fun, fun, fun!" The demo girl smiled, then the Popper beeped and a second green button lit up. "And, now that it's in position the second green button means it's showtime. Ready Betty?"

"Oh! Um, yeah - sure!" Betty grinned, bouncing on her toes eagerly as she watched the demo girl put her thumb on the button. "So... what does it do again?" She asked.

"This." The demo girl said, clicking the button.

The Popper hummed for a second, then there was a flash of motion as a pair of blades ripped up through Betty's tits and folded back into the Popper. The blonde girl's eyes bulged and the crowd gasped as the twin blades sliced the pretty girl's big tits off.

"Eeep! My tits!" Betty squeaked.

"They're a lovely pair," the demo girl smiled, tossing the Popper onto the table and swiftly reaching into Betty's tight shirt to scoop the plump orbs free, "and here they are!" She cried, hefting the severed mounds aloft for the crowd to ogle.

"Oh wow, that was awesome!" Pam blurted, joining the cheers and applause of the crowd.

"Yeah..." Rachel muttered, pressing one hand to her chest as she felt her big tits tingle.

The raven-haired beauty beamed as she paraded around the edge of the crowd, her own bulging chest thrust out as she held Betty's boobs up. After two trips around she came back to where Betty was leaning woozily on the station counter. "How are you feeling babe?"

"Oh... Everything's a bit bright..." Betty mumbled, a faint smile on her face.

"That's probably the blood loss, you're bleeding pretty heavily." The demo girl said, indicating Betty's now-red top and the trickles of blood running down her lean belly to soak her lace panties.

"Ohhh... yeah, that makes sense." Betty grinned as she looked down.

"Hey, thanks for volunteering Betty - you were fantastic. Are you ready for the bin now?"

"Sure! What bin?..."

The demo girl just smiled as she helped Betty to her feet and walked her to a body bin located behind the station. With a quick heft she helped the slim blonde scramble into the bin and collapse to the bottom with a *thump* and a squeak.

"Ladies and... ladies, the Popper!" The demo girl cried, holding the foot-long device up high by the handle. "A fantastic new way to pop your favorite girl's tits off, or to have your own popped, anywhere and anytime! Just slide it in and, with the press of two buttons, those luscious globes will be sliced clean off." She paused to take a deep breath that made her tight staffgirl bikini top bulge as her impressive bust strained it. "Now, who wants to give this lovely new toy a try?"

She grinned as the crowd began muttering excitedly and a few curvy girls stepped forward uncertainly. "Great! Two lines please - right here if you want to use a Popper, here if you want to feel the sensation of cold steel taking your lovely tits off."

The first girl, a freckled redhead smiled excitedly as she stepped into the poppee line, blushing as a toned blonde joined the popper line and stared at her plump tits.

"Come on Rachel, quick!" Pam blurted, dashing forward as a cluster of girls descended on the station.

"Pam? Oh heck." Rachel replied, muttered as she lost her friend in the crowd. Plowing forward she made for the popper and got in just behind a tall brunette who was staring eagerly at the line of girls waiting to be popped.

"Hi, I'm Fiona." The brunette grinned. "Isn't the Popper incredible? I hope I get to pop off a nice big set of tits..."

"You mean as big as yours?" Rachel grinned back, eyeing the girl's large bust and stiff nipples.

"Hee hee! Maybe even bigger!" She giggled.

Then a gasp from the head of the line drew their attention. They turned just in time to watch the cute redhead's eyes go wide as the blonde pressed the second button and popped her tits right off.

"Oh!" She squeaked, looking up at the blonde in alarm, then back down at her chest.

"Oh yeah..." The blonde purred, laying the Popper on the counter and eagerly reaching into the redhead's top to scoop her tits out. "Mmm... nice... I'm taking these to the bar for a fresh frappe right now." She grinned.

"Oooh... That sounds... fantastic!" The redhead gasped. "I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed giving them up."

"See?" The tall demo girl called to the two lines of girls. "It's just that easy - so easy that you could just sneak up on a girl and *pop* off come her tits. In fact, why don't we try just that?" She grinned as she reached under the table and hauled out a box of Poppers.

Rachel gasped as she and the rest of the girls in her line were handed a Popper. Looking like a slightly knobby billy club and measuring just over a foot long, the Popper was lighter than she'd expected and the edges were smoothly rounded plastic, not sharp corners. "Oooh... it actually looks fairly comfortable - I was worried it would be a pain to slip it between a girls tits."

"Yeah, this is great! Just pop it in and POW! Bye-bye boobies - my girlfriend's going to love it when I surprise her with this beauty." Fiona grinned.

Handing a Popper to each girl in the line, the demo babe marched back to the station counter. "There you go, you lucky girls are welcome to keep those free samples. Now, how about you give them a quick test? There are a heap of girls here that are eager to have you pop their tits off," she indicated the line of poppee girls and how much larger it was than the line of poppers, "so go for it. This station is roped off and you can consider anybody here without a Popper to be fair game for some tit-chopping." She grinned excitedly as she leaned forward on the counter, squeezing her full breasts between her arms to make them bulge in her tight staff top. "Anybody." She repeated, stiff nipples poking at the fabric of her top.

"Ooh! Me first! Take my titties!" Cried a curly-haired brunette, her ample mounds bouncing in her tight bikini top as she bounded towards the line of girls with Poppers - chest thrust out and tits ready to be popped.

A bald babe with a popper obliged, grinning as she stepped forward, wrapped one arm around the brunette's trim waist and slid her popper into the depths of the beauty's cleavage.

"Oh! OH yes!" The brunette squeaked as the first button was pressed and something brushed against the base of her big tits.

"Ready?" The bald girl asked with a grin, thumb resting on the second button.

The brunette nodded, nipples poking stiffly at her too-small bikini top. She squealed with delight as the second button was pressed, crying out as the twin blades ripped up through her hefty orbs - popping them off. "Auugh! Oh YES!!!" She howled as blood began trickling down her chest. "Oh wow, go on then - take them." She grinned, holding the Popper for the bald girl and thrusting her chest forward so her tits could be scooped out of her top.

The bald beauty smirked as she hauled the brunette's tits out, hefting the severed mounds up for all to see.

Suddenly an arm came from behind the bald girl and slid a Popper into her deep cleavage. "No Popper makes you a target girl, did you forget?" Grinned a busty asian as she hit the first Popper button.

"B-but..." Was all the bald girl got out before the asian babe hit the second button and twin Popper blades sliced through her hefty tits.

"Yes! Ha-ha! Got you!" The asian crowed, clenching her Popper in her teeth as she scooped up the bald girl's tits.

"Oooh... welcome to the titless club - want to join me in the bin?" The curly-haired brunette asked the bald girl as the two lines of girls exploded into a frenetic melee of tit-popping.

The bald girl shrugged, depositing the brunette's tits on the station counter and walking with her to the bin where they helped each other climb in.

"Oh! Are you going to pop my tits?" A buff brunette asked as Rachel stepped up to her, Popper in hand.

"Well, um..."

"Go for it!" The brunette grinned, giving her hefty mounds a squeeze and thrusting her chest out. "Here, how about you take 'em commando style?" She offered, slipping her top off to let her stiff-nippled breasts bounce freely.

"Oooh.. they're nice..." Rachel said, gently sliding her Popper into the brunette's cleavage.

"Thanks! My name's Debbie by the way, I hope you enjoy slicing my tits off."

"I will, they look fantastic!" Rachel grinned as she pressed the first button.

Both girls watched in interest as the twin blades fed out of the bottom of the Popper. "Oh wow... so that's how they work." Debbie muttered, watching the interlocking multi-segmented blades slide into place then lock into seamless blades.

"Incredible..." Rachel muttered in amazement. "Um... are you ready for me to?..."

"Pop off my tits? Heck yeah! I'll even catch them for you." Debbie offered, holding her hands under her meaty jugs.

"Awesome! Here goes..." Rachel exclaimed as she hit the button.

Debbie's eyes shone excitedly, then she gasped as both blades ripped into her tits - slicing through her tender flesh and dropping them into her waiting hands.

"Auuugh! Oh wow, that barely even hurt..." Debbie breathed in amazement, staring down at the raw red patches on her chest and the two mounds of meat in her hands.

"Really?"

"Well, I'm pretty buzzed on spiked drinks so you could probably get me halfway spitted and I wouldn't notice, but yeah - it was so fast and smooth." Debbie said, taking both her severed tits in one hand and poking at the raw patches on her chest experimentally.

"Can I have those then?" Rachel asked, indicating Debbie's tits.

"Oh! Right, here you go." Debbie handed them over with a grin. "I guess it's time to deposit this bod of mine," she posed to show off her long lean legs and toned body, "in the bin."

"I guess - sorry about that." Rachel replied apologetically.

"Don't be! Someone's going to really enjoy eating my meat and I had a blast getting my tits chopped off." Debbie smiled. She leaned in and gave Rachel a kiss, then sauntered to the bin and joined a pair of titless blondes who were woozily climbing in.

"Rachel! Babe!" Pam cried as she spotted Rachel in the middle of the tit-popping frenzy. She wriggled her busty self past a pale goth who was smiling excitedly as a bubbly blonde slid a Popper into the cleft of her football-sized orbs. As Pam clutched Rachel in a tit-mashing hug the goth shuddered as the Popper's blades sliced through her tits.

"Where'd you go?" Rachel asked, grinning and giving Pam a kiss as she squeezed her tight.

"Oh, here and there - isn't this a blast?" Pam grinned, nudging Rachel and pointing at where a busty redhead was parading around with her empty hands entwined over her head and the vast expanse of her tits thrust out. "Oh, she's gonna get it any second now - want to do her?"

"Um..." The redhead caught Rachel staring at her chest and grinned as she sauntered over.

"Hey..." The redhead purred as she stepped up to Rachel. "My name's Candy, want to pop my sweet breasts?" She invited, licking her lips and giving Pam a wink.

"Oooh... I think I might..." Rachel muttered, lifting her Popper up and slipping the tip into the redhead's cleavage and getting a moan of anticipation from the gorgeous girl. "Er, did you want to do her Pam?" Rachel asked.

"No no, she's all yours babe." Pam insisted, urging Rachel on.

"Yes... I am all yours..." Candy moaned, biting her lip as Rachel slid her Popper deeper into her deep cleavage.

"Wow, she's really into it..." Pam breathed, stepping forward and cupping Candy's massive orbs. She dug her thumbs into Candy's stiff nipples, grinning as the gorgeous girl groaned and leaned into the treatment.

"Oh god... Do it... Pop them..." Candy gasped, face flush and huge chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

"Here goes..." Rachel said, pressing the first button.

Candy moaned, biting her full lip in anticipation as the blades slid into position.

"Ready?" Rachel asked, thumb resting on the second button.

"I'm yours..." Candy breathed, eyes shining excitedly as she smiled at Rachel.

There was a *click* as Rachel pressed the second button. The twin blades went *snick* as they tore through Candy's huge breasts, slicing the tender flesh of her massive orbs free in a single second.

"Ahhh!..." Candy gasped, eyes wide as the pain of having her boobs carved from her chest hit her. "Oh god..." She breathed, staring down at her mounds as blood began trickling from the edges.

"Oh! I'm so so-" Rachel began when Candy's hips began shuddering. The gorgeous girl clenched her fists and tossed her head back, howling at the ceiling as she slowly sank to the floor.

"Uh... I think she just came..." Pam breathed, staring at Candy in a mix of awe and envy.

"Wow? You really think so?" Rachel exclaimed.

"Ohhh... Thank you..." Candy groaned, one hand pressed to her soaked bikini bottoms as she woozily rose back to her feet. "That was incredible." She smiled, tucking a strand of crimson hair hair behind her ear. "Go on, take them - please." She urged, thrusting her bleeding chest at Rachel.

"Sure thing!" Rachel beamed, tucking her Popper into her bikini bottom and passing her first set of severed tits to Pam so she could use both hands to scoop each of Candy's huge orbs out of her tight white bikini top.

"Holy cow, they're massive!" Pam grinned as she watched Rachel struggle to keep from dropping the pale orbs.

"Thank you." Candy said with a proud smile. "I hope you like them." She added, waving as she turned and stumbled her way to the body bin and carefully slid her leggy body in.

"Mmm... wow..." Pam purred as she watched Candy disappear into the bin. "Good lord Rachel, you need something to carry these in - how about we see if there's a box with the demo girl?"

"Good idea." Rachel nodded, clutching Candy's tits and marvelling at how her bright pink nipples were still hard as rocks.

The pair wove their way through the mass of excited girls, narrowly avoiding a scene where three beauties were sitting in a circle, their Poppers on the ground in front of them and their tits thrust out as a fourth girl thoughtfully examined each girl's bust in turn. As they passed the middle girl reached a decision and slipped her Popper into the cleavage of a big-titted black girl. The ebony babe beamed proudly as the rest of the girls grinned at her, picking up their Poppers and staring at her hooters as the big black globes were popped off.

"Here we are, oh hey!" Pam blurted as she and Rachel reached the center station only to find the tall gorgeous demo girl still sitting there and chatting with a new demo girl - a toned blonde beauty with short spiky hair, a pierced nose, a Popper in one hand and a big set of tits straining her demogirl shirt.

"Are you serious Lia?" The toned blonde exclaimed.

"Yeah, can you believe it Christie? I've been sitting here through the whole thing with these great big babies on display, just waiting for some babe to slip me a Popper and, oh hey!" The demo girl blurted as Rachel and Pam dropped their bounty of popped boobs onto the counter. "Wow... nice score - can I help you rack up even more?" She asked, plucking at the edges of her tight cleavage-baring top as she leaned her chest towards the pair.

"Hey... Lia?" Rachel asked, smiling as the raven-haired beauty nodded. "Could we..."

"Yes?" Lia asked, grinning as she posed to show off more of her pale breasts and deep cleavage.

"Wow, nice rack!" Pam blurted.

"Thanks!" Lia grinned. "I'm glad you like it, yours is really hot too. And you don't have a popper so you're fair game. I just wish that I had a Popper so I could slip it into your cleavage and pop you... but I don't have one, at all." She said, sighing theatrically as she thrust her chest at the pair aggressively, making her full breasts bob. "No. Popper. At. All." She repeated, rolling her shoulders to make her big tits bounce and sway invitingly.

"You don't have a Popper?" Rachel blurted at Pam, staring at her busty friend with her jaw around her ankles.

"Heh, heh. Nope." Pam grinned, clasping her hands behind her back and thrusting her full chest out. "That's right, these puppies are fair game." She giggled as Rachel stared at her cleavage.

"B-bu-"

"Want to pop me?" Pam asked with a sly grin. "Go on... you could take that Popper of yours and slip it right in here," she licked one finger and slid it into her cleavage, "thrusting it all the way in and then... Pop! Bye-bye for my boobies and a quick trip to the body bin for the rest of me - god it would be hot!"

"You're crazy girl! Ghaaa..." Rachel sighed, turning back to Lia and starting as she found the gorgeous girl's pale rack in her face. "Ack! Wow, nice. So, um, could I get a box of some sort to put these in?" She asked, poking at the heap of severed tits on the table. "I got a really great big pair and I can barely hold them."

Lia sighed deeply and behind her Christie laughed. "Yeah, sure, hangon..." She ducked under the table and rummaged around, coming up with a box big enough for Rachel's bounty and then some. "How about this?"

"Perfect!" Rachel grinned, grabbing Pam and getting her to help load the box with their collection of boobs. "Here!" She insisted, thrusting the box into Pam's hands. "You carry this."

"All right, all right... Sheesh." Pam grumbled good-naturedly, sticking her tongue out at Rachel when she wasn't looking.

"Thanks for the box, it's a great help and we're off to have some more fun." Rachel grinned at Lia, waving goodbye to the busty babe as Lia leaned on the table, her big tits squeezed between her arms as she displayed her splendid cleavage to the oblivious girls around her.

Rachel and Pam stepped back into the crowd of girls but got no more than a few feet out of sight of the demo table when Rachel put her hand on Pam's shoulder. "Wait right here." She ordered.

"Hunh? What?" Pam asked as Rachel vanished into the crowd.

"Can you believe it?" Lia blurted to Christie. "I mean take a look at these beauties - firm, full and damn if I don't have a fine batch of cleavage!" She proclaimed, leaning towards her toned co-worker and thrusting her chest out. "Hey..." She muttered, glancing at Christie's Popper. "Do you think you could..." She indicated her cleavage and gave her breasts a squeeze to make the mighty orbs bulge invitingly as she gave Christie a hopeful look.

A sudden sensation at the top of her cleavage made Lia gasp and look down.

"Hi! Um, is this cleavage spoken for?" Rachel asked, grinning as she teased Lia's cleavage with the tip of her Popper.

"Ha-ha!" Christie laughed, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Eeee! No! I mean yes! I mean..." Lia blathered, nipples hard as rocks as she stared excitedly at Rachel's Popper.

"So... Can I?" Rachel asked, grinning as she continued to tease Lia's tits.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Lia blurted. "Oh yes, totally. Pop away, my tits are all yours! Ohfuck thank you - god I've been waiting so long for this!" She laughed giddily, taking a deep breath to calm herself as she posed for Rachel with her tits thrust out and ready to be popped.

"Awesome." Rachel smiled, twisting her Popper as she slowly thrust it in and out of Lia's cleavage, teasing the gorgeous girl with the feel of the shaft as she worked it into the depths of her top.

"Ohhh... god this feels so good... Just knowing that I'm about to be popped makes it so intense..." Lia moaned, gripping the table tightly and biting her lip as the tingling excitement rippled through her busty bod.

"Mmm... there we go..." Rachel breathed as the full length of her Popper settled in Lia's cleavage. "Ready?" She asked, thumb over the first button.

"Yes, please." Lia beamed, eyes twinkling excitedly as she watched Rachel click the first button. "Mmm..." She moaned as she felt the twin blades slide into position under her great big tits. "Oh god, this is sooo good!" She groaned, wriggling her hips excitedly.

"Easy girl, someone might think you're enjoying yourself." Christie grinned.

"It's ready, are you?" Rachel asked as the second button lit up.

"Ready, waiting, eager, busty - ohfuck you're gorgeous girl! Go on, be my fantasy babe and pop my tits!" Lia groaned, thighs rubbing together and nipples hard as rocks as she urged Rachel to press the button that would pop her tits off.

There was a click.

Followed by a snick.

"Oh!" Lia gasped as the blades sliced through the base of her hefty bust. "Ohhh..." She groaned, staring down into her cleavage at the faint red lines where the blades had passed through. "Ohhh YES!" She cried, staring into space as the sensation of being popped rippled through her and her hips convulsed in orgasm.

Christie whistled approvingly, clapping as Lia uttered a guttural groan and slowly collapsed to the floor - clutching the table for support on the way down.

"Yours now?" Rachel grinned, pointing her Popper at the toned beauty.

"Hey! Down girl! I've got one too you know so my sweater puppies are off-limits." Christie laughed, holding up her own Popper. "Well, until after I've done my demo at least..." She winked.

"Mmm... Oh wow..." Lia moaned as she carefully pulled herself back to her feet.

"Enjoy?" Rachel asked with a grin.

"That was incredible... Thank you SO much." Lia said with a woozy grin. "Go on, take your prizes." She insisted, thrusting out her chest and gasping as her severed mounds shifted slightly against the raw circles on her chest.

"Well thank you. These are a fine pair." Rachel grinned as she tucked her Popper into her top and scooped both of Lia's tits out of her top. She hefted the pale mounds experimentally, giving the smooth-skinned orbs a careful ogle and licking the still stiff nubs of Lia's dark brown nipples.

"Mmm... that is so HOT seeing you holding my severed tits. Damn I love this job."

"Even the bodybin time?" Christie asked, indicating the nearby bin.

"Oh yeah, I get to pile in with a heap of other girls and get dragged to the kitchen so the chefs can carve this meaty ass of mine," Lia gave her toned rump a smack, "into steaks. Fuck'n sweet! I checked with the pickup girl and the bin from this station is bound for the kitchen right over there, come on down if you want a slice of me." She offered, grinning as she pointed to a nearby diner area.

"Right. On." Rachel grinned. "I need to go box these babies up and keep tabs on Pam, but I'll see you there."

"Or at least my ass!" Lia laughed, waving bye-bye as Christie helped her into the bodybin.

Rachel giggled as she wandered back to the mass of tit-popping girls to find Pam.

"Pam? Oh Paaam... Where are you girl?" Rachel muttered as she wandered through the crowd, narrowly avoiding stepping on a ripe pair of tits as they were popped off of a pretty brunette by a gorgeously curvy mexican girl.

The mexican girl whooped excitedly as the brunette's tits fell, holding her Popper up proudly. Taking a deep breath she gazed down at her own hefty tits as they strained her red bikini. Licking her lips excitedly she slid her popper between the bulging orbs. Rachel paused to watch as the dark-skinned girl pressed the first button and moaned with delight as she felt the blades slide into position under her full globes. The second switch lit up and the mexican girl stared at it intensely for a moment, then looked up at Rachel and smiled.

"Want to pop me?" She offered, panting excitedly as she thrust her chest out at Rachel - the popper resting between her hefty tits with the second button blinking gently, ready to be pushed.

"Oooh..." Rachel purred, reaching for the button and smiling as the mexican girl thrust her chest out in anticipation. "Oh, crap! I'm sorry, I'd love to but I can't. My hands are full and I need to find my friend Pam in a hurry." Rachel apologized to the disappointed-looking girl. "Don't worry though! Your tits are fabulous, someone will pop you in no time!"

"They are aren't they?" The mexican girl smiled proudly, cupping her big tits and giving them a squeeze. "Come on girls, I've got a ripe pair right here! Step right up and pop my puppies!" She called to the crowd at large, grinning as a pair of slim brunettes with nice firm racks paused to check her out.

"Yeah! Have fun!" Rachel grinned as the first of the two girls took hold of the Popper in the mexican's cleavage. She heard a deep moan of pleasure as she continued through the crowd, searching for Pam.

She spotted her friend's blue bikini-clad ass in the middle of a cluster of girls who were watching an impromptu Popper wrestling match. Nudging through the crowd she grabbed a spot next to Pam and whistled appreciatively at the pair of oiled-up muscular blonde amazons who were grappling while a tall pale goth with tattoos, eyeshadow and a bulging pair of tits paraded around the battle with a Popper in her hands.

"The tall girl with the Popper is Calli, the ref." Pam whispered. "The two girls on the ground are Terri and Jessica. The first to get pinned for a two-count gets popped. The winner goes to the back of the line," Pam pointed at a line of two buff beauties, their muscular bodies and great big tits glistening as they oiled themselves up while they waited for their turn, "and the next two girls step in. The last girl left wins all the tits, including the ref!"

"Wow! That's intense!" Rachel hissed back, staring at the two oiled beauties as their smooth limbs and toned bodies glistened as they writhed and wriggled through what seemed half wrestling match and half stripshow.

The two wrestlers grunted and moaned as they grappled, grinding the oily mounds of their bare tits together as they fought to mount each other. Hands groped and squeezed toned asses, pinched erect nipples, slid across sculpted abs and more as they fought. The crowd around the pair cheered and applauded, roaring with delight as they put on a great show.

Rachel stared at the show in amazement then, suddenly, felt a firm pressure between her breasts as a cute pigtailed blonde slid a Popper into her cleavage.

"Gotcha!" The girl squeaked in delight.

"Hey, wait!" Rachel blurted.

"Oh chill, I'm just gonna pop your tits. Don't worry, it's a blast!" The blonde grinned.

"No, no! I have a Popper too!" Rachel cried, holding it up.

"Oh! Crap! I am SO sorry!" The blonde gasped, quickly pulling her Popper out of Rachel's cleavage.

"Wow..." Rachel gasped, exhaling nervously as her tits tingled at the close call.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry... Um, hi, I'm Carly." The blonde said with an apologetic grin.

"Don't sweat it Carly, it was an honest mistake. I'd pop her tits too if I*Ow!*" Pam blurted as Rachel cut her off with a stomp to her toes.

Suddenly the crowd roared and all three girls turned back to the wrestling match to see that one of the two blondes had been pinned by her glistening opponent. The girl on top was straddling her opponent's hips with her hands on her shoulders and the great mass of her heaving breasts rising and falling over the firm mounds of her defeated opponent.

"Good fight Terri, that was awesome." The winner puffed.

"Yeah, god you're a sex bomb Jessica..." Terri panted, smiling up at her opponent even as the ref knelt down next to her with the Popper in hand.

"Ready to give up your prizes?" Jessica grinned.

"Oh yeah... This is going to be hot - I've been imagining getting popped all match." Terri grinned, thrusting her chest up to present her tits. She moaned in anticipation as the ref slid the long shaft into her cleavage and tapped the first button, making the twin blades slid into position.

"Did you want the honors?" The ref asked calmly, indicating the second button to Jessica.

"God yeah, do me..." Terri groaned, grinding her hips into Jessica's as she stared down at the little green button that would chop her tits off.

"Of course." Jessica smiled, lowering herself onto Terri and grinding their tits together. She moaned with pleasure as her rock hard nipples rubbed against Terri's nubs. Then she leaned in and gave Terri a wink as she clicked the button with her tongue.

"GhhhYYEEEAH!" Terri howled, body arching and straining as the blades sliced through her flesh, severing her firm tits.

Jessica rode Terri's bucking, heaving orgasm out with a smile only releasing the panting babe when she slumped. "Great match Terri, have fun in the bin." She grinned, helping Terri to her feet as the goth ref collected the severed breasts and placed them to one side.

Terri nodded, taking a deep breath before marching herself to the bin and climbing in.

"Wow! So cool!" Carly squeaked, pinching her erect nubs as she watched the match wrap up and Terri's firm tits get added to a nearby pile of severed tits.

"Yeah! It's been going on for a while - you should have watched the match with this skinny asian girl. She was up against Claudine there," Pam indicated a towering black beauty with a toned muscular bod and two jutting mountains of meat for tits, "and knew she was screwed. So she spent the entire match groping Claudine's tits and nearly won by getting her to cum! But, she lost and her tits popped off real good at the end."

"Who's the other girl Claudine's up against?" Rachel asked, staring at the sculpted physique of a pale mohawked babe with tattoos along her muscular arms and rings piercing her lips the thick brown nipples on her bulging tits.

"That's Sharon, Calli's girlfriend." Pam explained. "They organized the contest."

"Awesome..." Rachel muttered as Calli announced the start of the match. Claudine and Sharon lunged at each other, their toned bodies and bulging tits colliding with a great oily splat as the two girls began grappling.

The audience cheered the match, hooting and hollering as the stripshow/battle between the two babes raged. The towering black beauty's reach helped her in the early seconds, but Sharon had watched the early match with the asian girl and knew that Claudine's breasts were extremely sensitive. She used that to her advantage, licking and sucking the huge mounds with her pierced tongue and grinding her own pierced nubs into them. The overwhelming sensations in her massive breasts drove Claudine crazy, making her gasp and moan constantly as she fought to keep her wits as she grappled Sharon.

"Wow... looks like Claudine's gonna get those big tits of hers popped." Rachel muttered as she watched the show.

"Yeah! I can't wait!" Carly squeaked as she rubbed her Popper against her pussy with one hand and mauled her perky tits with her other.

The battle raged on with the audience cheering until, finally, Sharon's unrelenting breast-mauling pushed Claudine over the top and into a massive orgasm. As the black babe slammed her eyes shut, gasped and began to shudder, Sharon grinned in triumph and slipped her grip around to go for the pin. But as Claudine roared with orgasmic delight she grabbed Sharon in an incredibly powerful bearhug, clenching the pierced punk to her chest with a force that made Sharon gasp and struggle to breathe.

The audience watched in amazement as the pair toppled to the ground in this position, Claudine landing atop Sharon and pinning her.

Raising an eyebrow, Calli slid over and knelt to administer the two-count, grinning faintly at her buff girlfriend as she did.

After long seconds of gasping and shuddering in orgasm, Claudine uttered a mighty groan as she slumped and relaxed her deathgrip. "Ohhh..." She muttered, blinking and looking around from atop Sharon's buff body. Looking down at Sharon's bulging tits as she lay atop the beauty Claudine glanced up at Calli and smiled broadly. "Beat her did I?"

"Yes, you pinned her." Calli interrupted, covering Sharon's mouth with one hand. "Now you get to pop her tits, allow me to assist you."

Sharon's eyes bulged as Calli slid the shaft of the Popper between her big tits and pressed the first button to slide the twin blades into position. The second button lit up and Sharon gulped as she stared at it.

"She is ready, you can pop her anytime." Calli announced, indicating the green button.

"Awesome..." Claudine breathed. "You have some great tits Sharon, I'm going to enjoy watching your girlfriend add them to the winnings pile."

Sharon muttered and looked up at Calli who nodded and uncovered her mouth.

"Thanks babe." Sharon winked at Calli. Then she looked up at Claudine. "You've got some fantastic tits too, I just wish I could watch you lose those beauties."

"I think everybody here would like to see me lose these." Claudine grinned, arching her back to thrust her huge tits out for everybody to ogle.

"But it's my turn to give them a show. Come on girl, pop me!" Sharon urged, thrusting her chest out.

As Claudine nodded and reached for the button, Calli leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on Sharon's lips. Claudine paused for a second as the pair made out, kissing fiercely, then she pressed the button.

Sharon twitched and groaned deeply as the blades sliced up through her firm tits, cutting them loose. Her body tensed for a second, then shuddered as the mix of sensations pushed her into an intense orgasm. Claudine smiled as she rode it out, admiring how the pair kept kissing the entire time, until Sharon's buff body slumped, exhausted.

"Great match." Claudine said with a grin, rising to her feet and helping Sharon get up.

"You too." Sharon panted, glancing down at the mounds of her severed tits. She watched Calli pick them up and deposit them with the rest of the prizes, then waved bye-bye to her girlfriend and marched herself over to the body bin. With a grunt she climbed in and disappeared.

"Oooh... now that was a match!" Pam grinned.

"No kidding! One more and it's all done?" Rachel asked.

"Yup, Jessica against Claudine." Pam nodded.

The two girls paused for a minute to let Claudine catch her breath. As they did, Calli gently massaged a fresh coat of oil into each of the buff girls, paying particular attention to their nipples and pussies. After a few minutes, both girls were moaning and eager to get back in the action.

The audience cheered as Calli announced the final round. The two girls stepped into the ring area, shook hands, then stepped back. Callie counted down from three, then the pair lunged at each other.

Carly whistled excitedly as she watched the two amazons grapple. Jessica was slightly smaller than Claudine, but was better rested and didn't have the intensely tender mounds that distracted Sharon each time they were pinched, squeezed or mauled - which happened often.

There were hoots, hollers and cheers from the audience as the pair of slippery girls writhed and wriggled together, their busty bodies grinding as they fought for dominance and pleasure. Jessica moaned passionately as she ran her hands along Claudine's dark skin, squeezing her huge tits and driving her thumbs into her nipples. The intense pleasure in her tits made Claudine arch her back, driving her tits into Jessica's hands as she cried out.

Driving her advantage home, Jessica struggled to keep her grip on Claudine's great slippery tits, wrapping her legs around her waist and rolling her onto her back for a pin as she continued grinding and mauling the big beauty's massive melons.

"Wow! She's gonna get her!" Pam shouted excitedly as she watched Jessica grind Claudine's shoulders to the floor and Calli come over to do the count.

The audience chanted alone with Calli counting the first number in the pin, then there was a rippling gasp as Jessica lost her grip on Claudine's tits as the black babe's shuddering slipped the huge orbs away from her.

A second gasp of amazement followed as Claudine's response to freeing her tender tits was to grab Jessica's wrists and force her hands back onto her tits - grinding them into her twin mountains of meat. "More!" She howled. "Keep twisting my titties!"

Jessica grinned and savagely twisted Claudine's breasts, pinching her nipples and grinding her fingers into the sensitive meat with vigor.

The instant Calli counted to two Claudine erupted in a great guttural howl of pleasure, throwing her arms wide and arching her back to thrust her tits into Jessica's grip as she erupted in a titanic burst of orgasmic pleasure.

"Wow..." Rachel and Pam gasped in unison as they watched the amazonian black beauty cum.

"Pop me!" Claudine howled. "Pop me now!!!" She begged, thrusting her chest out to offer her tits to Calli.

The goth babe was happy to comply, swifly sliding the thick shaft of the Popper between Claudine's massive breasts and pressing the first button to set the blades.

Jessica reached through the valley of Claudine's firm mounds and hit the button just as Claudine stared her in the eye and mouthed 'thank you'.

The audience cheered as the blades snapped up, slicing through the meaty mass of Claudine's huge tits. The gorgeous girl cried out with pleasure, arching her chest even higher as her huge breasts shuddered once more, then slowly toppled from her chest and hit the ground with a pair of *thuds*.

"Fantastic..." Rachel breathed, watching as Calli calmly collected the reset Popper and slid it into the depths of her own impressive cleavage.

The goth beauty pressed the first button and moaned as the blades slid into position under her glorious orbs. She gave her stiff nipples a tweak through her tight top, then turned to Jessica and thrust her chest out. She smiled faintly as she offered up the splendid curves of her impressive bust, indicating the lit-up second button to Jessica then clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head back to gaze up at the ceiling.

Jessica grinned as she reached out and pressed the button. The Popper twitched as the twin blades snapped up, cutting Calli's juicy tits clean off without making the gorgeous girl even blink as she lost her prized assets.

Several seconds passed before Calli took a deep breath and looked down at the trickles of blood from her severed tits with a smile. Taking hold of the Popper she pulled it out and lay it on the ground.

"Would you like to do the honors?" She asked Jessica, thrusting her chest out once more and offering her the chance to collect her plump tits.

Jessica nodded, reaching out and plucking the twin mounds from Calli's chest with a grin.

Letting her top drop away from the raw circles on her chest, Calli rose to her feet and turned to face the crowd.

"Thank you for watching, it has been a pleasure." She said calmly before walking smoothly to the bodybin and gracefully climbing in.

"Wow... fuck that was hot..." Rachel muttered, suddenly realizing she'd been squeezing her own big tits the entire time she'd been watching.

"Yeah! Fuck it make me want to hack off some ti-hey! You don't have a Popper!" Carly chirped, pointing at Pam's busty figure.

"Yup. I'm Popperless." Pam grinned, clutching her hands behing her back and sticking her big tits out proudly. "Helpless even, you could just slip your Popper into my cleavage and pop me any old time..." She teased.

"No! Wait! She's with me!" Rachel cried, batting Carly away as she tried to slip her Popped into Pam's ample cleavage.

"Oh! Party pooper... Can't you let the girl pop a juicy pair of tits?" Pam pouted playfully. "Plus," she grinned, glancing around at all the girls nearby who were now staring at her bust hungrily," now that the cat's out of the bag, everybody's going to be after my puppies."

"Yeah..." Purred a short asian girl nearby. "I'm craving a rack and those look delicious..."

"How about these instead?" Offered a tall blonde beauty next to her, dropping to her knees and tossing her Popper aside as she thrust the great mounds of her tits at the smaller girl.

"Oooh!" The asian grinned, slipping her Popper into the smiling blonde's cleavage and hitting the first button.

"She isn't the only one though." Pam grinned, pointing at a half-dozen other girls who were still eyeing her bust even as the blonde gave up her tits with a gasp of pain.

"Yeah! And I saw her first, so give 'em up!" Carly insisted.

"Oh for crying out loud Pam..." Rachel grumbled. "Why are you such a git?"

"Hey, I'm just having fun babe." Pam giggled as she hopped from foot to foot, making her tits bounce enticingly.

"So, um, um... Oh! How about I trade you then." Carly offered with an eager grin as she ogled Pam's jiggling tits.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Simple, she's with you right? Well I've got a girl with me - you give me yours and I'll give you mine. We can take them both aside, pop their tits right now and then share those. That way you get one of her boobs and one of my girls' boobs."

"Hey... that sounds like fun. Wouldn't you like one of these puppies to play with?" Pam offered, giving her firm orbs a squeeze.

Rachel looked around at all the girls ogling Pam and sighed. "Ok, ok, deal. You can pop Pam's tits and I get to pop your girl's tits."

"Yay!" Pam cried, punching one fist into the air.

"Sweeet!" Carly giggled.

"So, who's your girl, her?" Rachel scanned the nearby mob of girls and indicated a dusky east indian girl with a nice set of tits.

"Who, her? Nope, she's hot but that's not my babe. Lemme show you." Carly stuck two fingers in her mouth and blew a keening whistle.

Almost immediately a familiar figure slid up next to Carly and wrapped an arm around the slim blonde.

"Hey babe... you called?" The busty brunette purred.

"Fiona?!?" Rachel blurted, recognizing the big-tits of the girl who'd been ahead of her in line for a Popper.

"Oh, hey, Rachel! How's the popping going? Nobody talked you into giving up those big titties of yours yet?" Fiona grinned, eyeing Rachel's huge tits.

"Ha! Nope, Carly tried but I'm keeping these puppies." Rachel grinned.

"A shame isn't it?" Pam grinned, butting in front of Rachel and thrusting her own jugs out proudly. "When you've got a fine pair, it's criminal to hog them!"

"Amen!" Fiona smiled.

"On that topic..." Carly smiled, leaning in and whispering in Fiona's ear.

"Oh? Unh-hunh? Ooooh..." Fiona glanced at Pam's bust then grinned up at Pam who returned the look with pride. "But what? My... Ohh..." Fiona glanced down at her own rack, then up at Rachel.

"Er..." Rachel muttered uncertainly.

"Awesome! I'll totally do it." Fiona laughed, giving Carly a quick kiss as she stood up and thrust her ample chest out.

"So... You're cool with?..." Rachel trailed off.

"More than cool, I'm gonna have a blast!" Fiona smiled, marching herself towards Rachel with her chest leading the way.

Pam giggled and did the same, marching her huge bust towards Carly. As she passed Fiona each girl gave the other's cleavage a good ogle, then they stopped and looked each other in the eye.

"Hey! Get those titties over here!" Carly cried.

"Nope." Pam grinned as she stepped closer to Fiona and pulled her close with one arm around her slim waist.

"Yeah... We're giving our tits up for you, the least you could do is come here to take them..." Fiona muttered as she stood hip-to-hip with Pam and slowly leaned in to kiss the busty babe.

"Mmm..." Pam moaned, stiff nipples poking at her tight bikini top as she held the kiss with Fiona and kept her ample charms thrust out for Carly.

Rachel and Carly grinned as they stepped up to the gorgeously busty pair.

"This is hot..." Rachel muttered as she slowly slid her Popper into Fiona's deep cleavage, getting a low moan from the brunette as her nipples stiffened against the thin fabric of her too-tight green bikini top.

"Eee! It is!" Carly cried giddily as she thrust her Popper into Pam's cleavage. She hit the first button and waved cheerily at Pam as the raven-haired beauty opened one eye to glance at her.

"Wait for my three count, we'll do them both at the same time." Rachel urged, getting an excited moan of anticipation from both girls as they continued kissing even as blades settled into position under both sets of their big tits.

"Good plan! I am so totally stoked and ready to pop these big titties..." Carly squealed, cupping and squeezing Pam's tits excitedly.

"Yeah..." Rachel breathed. "I can't wait to pop yours off..." She whispered to Fiona who opened one eye and winked at her mischeviously.

"Ready?" Rachel asked, taking a firm grip on the Popper in Fiona's bust.

"Yup!"

"Ok, on three."

"One..." Carly stuck out her tongue as she concentrated intently on Pam's huge tits.

"Two..." Pam and Fiona groaned with excitement, kissing passionately and slipping a hand into each other's dripping pussy as they prepared to have their big tits popped off.

"Three!" Rachel cried, slamming the second button on her Popper at the same time as Carly.

Pam and Fiona gasped, eyes going wide as both poppers hummed for a second. Then the blades ripped through the firm meat of their big tits with a mechanical *snick* and both girls cried out. They broke their kiss and gazed down at their now-severed tits, watching in amazement as crimson beads welled up along the thin lines where their flesh had been sliced.

"Are you two... ok?" Rachel asked uncertainly.

Pam looked Fiona in the eye and both girls grinned before mashing their lips together in another fierce kiss as they furiously worked each other's clit with their agile fingers.

Rachel and Carly watched in amazement as the sexy pair squeezed themselves together, their severed tits shifting oddly in their tops as they mashed the great mounds of their breasts together as they kissed and stroked each other until, finally, both erupted in a squealing shuddering climax that left the paif kneeling on the ground, panting and sweaty.

"Oh god Fiona, that was so..."

"Fuck yeah, damn that felt..."

"Just kiss me damnit!"

"Girls! Save some for the body bin." Rachel grinned.

"Yeah! And give us those great big tits of yours too!" Carly chirped.

"Oh yes, of course..." Pam muttered.

"Want to do the honors?" Fiona asked, grinning as she squeezed her severed jugs between her arms and thrust her chest at Pam.

"Of course!" Pam grinned, gleefully reaching in and scooping the great mounds of Fiona's proffered bust from the girl's bikini top.

Fiona admired her own stiff-nippled orbs for a moment before staring at Pam's chest. "Mmmy turn?" She asked brightly.

Pam simply thrust her tits out, moaning with delight as Fiona gently scooped the huge mounds of meat from her top.

"Nice!" Carly squealed excitedly as she watched the two hold the severed orbs aloft.

"Yeah..." Rachel muttered, leading Carly up to the pair.

"One for each of you?" Pam asked, holding out one severed tit for each girl.

"Yup." Rachel replied, taking a tit from Pam and another from Fiona.

"Thanks babe!" Carly squeaked at Fiona, leaning in and kissing her as the woozy beauty rose to her feet.

"Yeah, you too." Rachel smiled at Pam, eyes bulging as Pam leapt on her and planted a big kiss on her lips.

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Pam blurted. "You have no idea how awesome this was, and now I get to curl up in the body bin with all the other meatgirls!"

Fiona smiled at the eager titless babe. "Yeah, come on let's go." She said, taking Pam's hand and leading her to the nearby bin.

"Bye girls!" Carly chirped, waving as the pair slid into the bin.

Rachel just smiled, blowing a kiss to Pam as the gorgeous girl vanished after Fiona.

"Wow! That was so awesome!" Carly giggled as she ogled the heaps of meat in her hands.

"Yeah! Come on, let's swing by the bar for a frappe then take our winnings to a diner and eat like kings!" Rachel enthused.

Carly nodded eagerly, joining Rachel in dumping her prizes into the sturdy box and marching off into the rest of the party.

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Yppiz - Random Debreasting Scribbles (From Dolcett Girls)

Jia squealed with delight as she thrust her breasts through the holes in the wall and felt metal spines lance through her tender globes. "Oh! Oh yes! My tits are getting stabbed real good!" She cried.

A buff blonde grinned as she stepped up to the holes next to Jia and eased her great big tits through. Immediately her eyes bulged and she groaned deeply as metal spines pierced the meat of her mounds, trapping them in place. "Ohhh... yes..." She moaned, one hand slipping between her legs.

Jia cried out with pleasure for several long seconds, then gasped as her ravaged breasts were sliced free with a flash of pain. "Oh! Wow..." She muttered as she was pushed aside by a balloon-titted black beauty who slammed her tits through the holes.

"Mmm... bring the pain to momma..." The tall black girl called. Then she felt something bite into the flesh of her breasts, piercing her nipples as metal wires wrapped around the base of her huge breasts and cinched shut - trapping them. "Ohyeah!" She howled as the agony began.

"Hey, are you done yet?" A pale half-asian beauty asked excitedly as she stepped up behind the buff blonde and poked her shoulder.

"A-almost..." The blonde groaned, biting her lip as pleasure and pain wracked her. A quick flash of pain filled her and she stepped back from the wall. "Oh wow..." She moaned, gazing down at the bloody circles where her fine breasts had been.

"Good?" The asian girl asked, clutching her big tits anxiously.

"Oh yeah... It's incredible..." The blonde murmured.

"Great!" The pale asian grinned, spinning to the wall and easing her tits into place. She was instantly wracked with pain as sharp blades dove into her bust and made her cry out with pleasure. "Augh!" She blurted, eyes wide as she glanced down at her trapped tits then over at the noisy black girl next to her.

"Oh! Oh wow! Come on and finish my meaty titties!" The black girl howled as she felt the ripping pain of a handheld saw tear into her jugs.

"Oh yeah... I can't wait for my turn!" A tanned beach blonde shouted, grabbing her big tits and mauling them as she waited for one of the two spots to open up. The second the black girl cried out and stumbled back from the wall, her big tits reduced to gory shreds, the tanned blonde rushed forward and mashed her tits into position. She groaned as she felt steel hooks sink into the meat of her jugs, pulling her snug against the wall. "OOhhh... My tits... I've got meathooks in my fat tits!" She cried, groaning and writhing with pleasure.

"My tits already have steel in 'em..." Purred a tattooed redhead, cupping the firm mounds of her pierced boobs as she waited for her turn.

With a passionate cry the half-asian beauty leaned into the wall as her tits were shredded by a whirring machine. She stumbled back with a giddy look on her face and bare red patches where her tits had been.

"My turn!" The tattooed girl snarled, barging past the half-asian girl and slamming her firm tits into the holes. "Come get em..." She growled. Then a high-pitched wine made her eyes bulge. "AAaaaaaaughhh..." She groaned as she felt spinning steel bore into her tits.

"What's happening to your tits Audrey?" A blue-eyed blonde beauty asked curiously.

"GNeaaaugh! I dunno, but it hurts damn good!!" The redhead shouted back. "OH! Urngh... Something's being shoved into my tits... I think they had holes drilled in th-*BLAM!!!*" A resounding explosion interrupted the redhead and hurled her out of the wall. She slammed into the ground, eyes wide and firm tits now smoking craters of half-cooked meat.

"They blew up your tits? They blew up your tits!" The blonde gasped. "Oh wow! That's so awesome!!!" She cried as she turned to the wall and slid her own meaty jugs through. "Here you go, have fun!" She called out, grinning as she felt something press against the underside of her boobs.

Beside the new blonde, the tanned beach bunny shuddered with pleasure and slumped down from the wall, the ragged patches on her chest leaving streaks as she collapsed.

"Oooh... time for my titties..." Cooed a tiny hardbodied black girl with a massive set of breasts. She licked her lips as she slipped her tits into the wall, standing on her tiptoes to manage. A stabbing pain made her gasp in delight as something pierced both her tits straight through, close to the base. "Ah! Mmm... They're trapped now - bye-bye girls!" She grinned.

"Mmm... Oh gods... They're getting cooked..." The bright-eyed blonde next to the black girl moaned as flames licked the undersides of her tits.

*Bang* *blam* Came sharp retorts from the black girl's side.

"Ungh! Ow! Ohhh... Mine are getting shot..." She moaned, smiling brightly and grinding her hips as bullets tore into the meat of her tits.

"Shot? Sweet!" Laughed a tall brunette with a huge pair of tits. "Mmm... I bet these could take a ton of bullets..." She purred, cupping the massive orbs of her huge breasts.

"Ungh! Urk! Augh! Ohhh..." Moaned the black girl before gasping in pain and stumbling back from the wall with her tits gone. "Ohhh... Wow. Well go on and find out then..." She smiled before collapsing.

"I think I will!" The brunette grinned, pulling her long hair into a ponytail as she stepped up and pressed her huge orbs to the holes. She grunted and shoved but couldn't get her tits through until an attendant stepped out from the back of the wall with a bottle of oil.

"Here, try this - it'll help get them through." The attendant smiled.

"Thanks!" The brunette said, taking the oil and pouring the bottle over her huge orbs. "I can't wait for you girls to start playing with my tits, got anything in mind?"

"Oh... Let's keep it a surprise shall we? I can say that we're really looking forward to those huge tits of yours!" The slim blonde attendant grinned as she watched the beautiful girl slather oil across the smooth skin of her incredible mounds.

"Mmm... Well here we go, let's see if they'll fit now!" The brunette smiled, tossing the bottle of oil back.

"Oh... I don't think it'll be a problem..." The blonde attendant grinned.

The brunette chuckled and turned to the wall, leaning her tits into it and squeezing the huge orbs against the holes. Suddenly she gasped, eyes bulging as her huge tits exploded with pain. "Augh!" She cried as something hauled her tits through the holes roughly.

"Told you..." The blonde giggled as she stepped back behind the wall.

"Oh! Oh! Arrrghhh!!" The huge-titted brunette cried as something hit her tits, drawing lines of pain across the tender orbs. "Ohgod! It huuurtss..." She moaned.

"Isn't it awesome?..." Moaned the blonde next to her as the searing pain of being cooked flooded her jugs. "My tits are on fire and I love it!" She blurted cheerfully. Then she gasped. "Oh! They're getting cut off! OhYES! Go on, take my roasted titties!" She cried as she proudly gave up the roasted meat of her heavy breasts.

With a gasping cry the blonde staggered back from the wall, her tits gone. "Ohhh... Enjoy them!" She squeaked as she sunk to the floor, joining the crumpled beauties in front of the wall.

Almost immediately a leggy beauty stepped over her form, hauling her top open and slamming the dark-nippled mounds of her pale breasts through the wall. The gorgeous girl's red lips opened in a sensuous gasp as her breasts were immediately flooded with pain. "Ohhh... yesss..." She groaned, clasping her hands behind her head and leaning her chest into the wall.

"Ghaaa! Great gods my tits are on fire! Ohhh... you bastards, more!" The busty brunette moaned as the razor-wire ninetailed flail lashed her breasts again, the sharp wires with spiky weights on the ends carving deep into the tender flesh of her great mounds. She howled inarticulately as a lash split her left nipple, sending a great pulse of pain surging through her. The gorgeous girl's howling continued unabated as the lashing increased in intensity and the flesh of her huge tits disintigrated under the abuse. In the final seconds she felt a razor wire loop around the base of each of her huge tits and begin to pinch them. She cried out with a final gasp as her tender meat gave way, the ragged remains of her precious breasts falling away as they were sliced through.

"Yes! About time those tits of yours were done." Smiled a curvy latin beauty as she strode over the brunette's crumpling form and thrust the smooth flesh of her great jiggly tits through the wall. Immediately a piercing scream escaped her as a red-hot metal skewer thrust through her big tits, impaling the smooth globes and pinning them in place.

"Unnh... Mmm... OHHHh..." Moaned the leggy beauty, her body shuddering and her pussy trembling as she continued to lean her pale breasts into the wall, eagerly accepting the agony that flooded them.

"Wh-what is it?" Asked a bespectacled blonde beauty as she clutched her own big breasts protectively.

"A mmmeat slicer..." The pale girl gasped through trembling lips. Then, with a faint squeak, she came - hips shuddering as her pussy spasmed and she struggled to hold steady against the wall as her slim body was washed through with pleasure.

"Oh wow..." The blonde muttered as she watched the leggy girl collapse to the ground with a sexy twirl, her long gorgeous legs gracefully curling under her as she sprawled on the ground.

"I wonder what I'll get..." The blonde breathed anxiously as she stepped up and eased her pale pink-nippled jugs through.

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Yppiz - Fishworld (This story, and another one called Bird Food are my especial favorites of Yppiz' works)

"Hey Laurie, c'mere!"

A curvy blonde looked over at her busty brunette friend as she stood by a large, wall-mounted, glass fish tank. It was over eight feet long, four feet high, almost four feet deep and mounted at chest height in the deep blue wall of the exotic aquarium.

"What's up Cherry?"

"This tank here says that these fish are carnivorous and can strip the flesh from a person in mere minutes!"

"Wow! Just minutes? I saw one place where there was this huge eel thing that swallowed trout whole." Laurie leaned in for a closer look at the tank full of menacing looking fish. "Hey, there's a button here you can press for a demonstration. I wonder what that means."

"There's only one way to find out!" Cherry pressed the button and the two girls pressed their faces against the tank to see what would happen. After a few seconds of waiting, nothing seemed to be going on, then there was a tap on Cherry's shoulder.

*Ahem* "Was it you who pressed the demonstration button?"

Cherry turned to see a beautiful blonde standing behind her. The blonde's body strained her 'Fishland' staff t-shirt and her beautifully smiling face seemed to radiate helpful eagerness.

"Um, maybe, why?" muttered Cherry, hoping she hadn't done anything wrong.

"I just want to make sure that someone will be watching, it's fairly important for these demos because we can't feed the fish too much or they get sick. So we make sure that all the demonstrations have an audience and usually only feed them smaller pieces of meat."

"Oh, that makes sense. Yeah, it was me who pressed the button. How does this demo work then?"

"That's great!" Said the blonde, beaming happily. "Now, how much of me would you like to see them eat?" The blonde posed in front of the girls, chest outthrust, in her shorts, tight white top and 'Fishworld' hat.

"Oh hey, that's awesome!" said Laurie as she looked the beautiful blonde up and down. "Let's see them eat your tits, that'd be a wicked demonstration."

"Yeah, dunk your boobs in there with those vicious critters!" exclaimed Cherry eagerly. She was practically bouncing with anticipation at the thought of watching the blonde feed the fish.

"No problem girls." said the blonde. She unclipped a belt walkie-talkie and spoke into it, "Clair, I'm doing a fish demo at tank #3, c'mon down for the show if you'd like, and to clean up in 10. Yup, it's my tits. Ha! Yeah, you win the office pool, congrats." She then clipped the walkie talkie back to her belt. "I'm going to get into demo position, I'll be right back." She said as she cheerfully wandered off.

A minute later there was movement in the aquarium wall behind the fish tank. Then the wall above the fish tank retracted into the ceiling and the girls could see the smiling blonde standing behind the fish tank. Cherry smiled and waved as the blonde lifted the lid of the fish tank.

"Hi girls, can you see everything clearly?" The blonde posed for a moment so the girls could get a clear look at her curvy body through the fish tank.

"Yeah, we can see you - now get your tits in there!" Cherry demanded.

The blonde giggled. "Ok, ok, I'm getting on it." And started untucking her shirt.

As Laurie and Cherry watched her peel her top off they were suddenly interrupted by a newcomer - a pale beauty with spikey raven-hair and a body that stretched her Fishworld shirt delightfully.

"Hey Amber, are you about to get your tits munched?" She called out cheerfully.

"Yeah! I hope you brought a sponge because this is going to get bloody." The gorgeous blonde replied as she hauled her top over her head, baring her splendid melons and quarter-size brown nipples.

"Wow, those look great!" Laurie exclaimed.

"Really? You think so?" Amber asked brightly, posing with her chest thrust out and twisting from side to side to show off her tits and set them to bouncing gently.

"Yeah, now get 'em munched!" Cherry cried.

"You heard the girl Amber, it's chow time for your jugs." Clair said.

Amber nodded, took a deep breath, and leaned over the fish tank. Stretching her lean body she was just able to take hold of the far side of the tank and hold herself poised above it, gorgeous tits dangling barely an inch from the water.

"Everybody ready?" She asked.

They all nodded.

"Here goes!" She shifted against the tank and slid a little further in. Doing so plunged her breasts into the water and immediately attracted a few of the deadly fish.

"Here fishie fishie fishie..." She called, rolling her shoulders to swish her tits around in the water.

As she did, one of the fish lunged at her bust and took a small bite of her flesh.

"Argh!" She cried as her tender tits began to bleed.

"Steady..." Clair cautioned as Amber flinched out of the water.

Glancing up, Amber nodded and thrust her breasts back into the water, giving them a good shake to attract the fish.

"Oh look, here come a few!" Laurie remarked, pointing at a half-dozen of the fish that were following the trickle of blood from Amber's bust.

"Hoo boy..." Muttered Amber, followed by a throaty "GNhhharghhh!" As the small fish tore little bites from her tits.

Leaning casually against the tank, Clair smiled faintly at Laurie and Cherry as they watched the fish ravage Amber's tits.

"They're just getting started." She said calmly. "See the school gathering downstream, where all the blood is flowing," she indicated a growing group of fish, "once they hit critical mass, they'll swarm heOH! Here they go!"

Amber glanced at her. "Time for the big show?" She asked.

Clair nodded.

Amber gritted her teeth and arched her back, thrusting her tits fully into the water. "Here fishie, fishiARGGGHHHHH!" She howled, toned body tensing as the fish descended on her meaty tits like a swarm of razors.

"That's it, hold it girl, it'll just be a minute..." Clair called out calmly.

"Gneaaaarghhh! Easy for you to OW! Say." Amber grunted through clenched teeth. "You aren't having your tits chewed off by a pack of fish!"

Clair sighed and looked over at Laurie and Cherry. "Would you like another demonstration?" She asked, arching her back and indicating her own bulging bust.

"Uh, yeah!" Laurie said excitedly.

"You'll get your tits chewed up too? Go for it!" Cherry blurted eagerly.

"Hangon girl, I'm coming." Clair called to Amber as the gorgeous blonde grunted and shuddered while her tits were devoured.

"Jenny, could you come on down to tank 3. Oh, Amber and I need to be cleaned up. Yup, both of us. Thanks that's a dear."

Clipping her walkie-talkie to her belt, Clair waved bye-bye to Laurie and Cherry then stepped through a door and quickly emerged behind the tank next to Amber.

"Enjoying the view girls?" Clair asked with a wry grin as she hauled her top off to bear her dark-nippled mounds in their DDD cup glory.

"It's terrific!" Laurie enthused.

"Nice and bloody!" Cherry said with a grin.

"Glad you're ARGH! Enjoying it..." Amber said with a weary smile.

"Time to add a some more meat." Clair said as she calmly leaned across the tank and took hold of the far side.

Cherry licked her lips eagerly as she ogled the pale beauty's dangling orbs.

"Hi Clair." Amber muttered.

"Hello Amber." Clair replied calmly as she lowered herself gently, dipping the tips of her dangling breasts in the water. "Oooh... nice and cool." She remarked with a grin.

"Well c'mon then, what are you waiting for - get your tits in there!" Cherry called.

Clair looked up at Cherry and gave her a faint smile, then plunged her tits into the water with a splash.

"That's the good stuff!" Cherry grinning savagely as she saw a handful of fish immediately take bites of Clair's tender breasts.

"Ngf... Mmm... yes, indeed." Clair grunted, biting her lip as she felt the deadly little fish tear off chunks of her flesh.

"Ohhh... I think I'm done..." Amber groaned, looking down into the bloody water and trying to see her tits.

"Ooooh... Nnng... Then staying put until I'm finished too won't hurt you any, will it?" Clair replied, grunting and moaning softly as more fish descended on her outthrust tits, shredding them with merciless efficiency.

Laurie and Cherry nearly jumped out of their skins when a cheerful voice called out, "Hey girls! How's the feeding show going?" from behind them. They spun and found themselves facing a tall, fit, full-busted redhead in a straining Fishworld uniform.

She smiled broadly, as she waved at Amber and Clair.

"I... I think I'm done..." Amber muttered woozily.

"I'll just be anNnng, another minute." Clair replied, shuddering as her left nipple was shredded by a trio of sharp bites.

"Right, I'll come back and get started on cleaning you up then."

Jenny marched through the doorway and around to the back of the tank where she busily stripped both girls of their Fishworld shorts and sandals, leaving them stark naked and bent over the tank. Then she busied herself with a collection of tools while Clair and Amber had the last of their collective busts devoured.

"Ok Jenny, I... I do believe we're finished." Clair called.

"Right-o, chum or ground?"

"Ground." Said Amber.

Jenny nodded and hauled Amber out of the tank. Laurie and Cherry gasped in amazement at the raw patches where her full breasts had been, then Jenny eased her into a big metal drum and carefully clamped a lid on. It hummed to life with the press of a button and a thick red stream of ground meat oozed out the bottom into a tub.

"Chum please." Clair spoke up when the machine stopped. "Would you be a dear and treat Raul in tank 4 when you're done with me?" She asked.

"Sure thing." Jenny said with a smile as she slid Clair's titless body into the same metal drum, adjusted some settings and closed the lid. It hummed for a few minutes as a stream of meaty chum coursed out the bottom and into a bucket.

"Ok, that's the show girls." Jenny said to Laurie and Cherry. "I'm off to feed the squid in tank 4. I hope you enjoy visiting the rest of Fishworld!" Hoisting the bucket of chum she waved at the pair and marched off.

Laurie and Cherry looked at each other excitedly - there was so much more of Fishworld left to explore!

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Matt Nicholson - Creme Brulee (This story is from DarkerPleasures, a website dedicated to breast torture. Be sure to check out Mr. Nicholson's recipes pages. They are fantastically imagined, and written as if breasts were just another ingredient in a delicious main course or dessert. I'll include links to them.)

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“Our Manager says you have a specialty request in mind, Mr. . .” The small man reached into the inside pocket of his grey, pinstriped, double-breasted suit and pulled out a canary yellow card. He glanced at it then stretched his lips into a practiced smile. “Carlson.”

“Yes. He said a chip of my wife would help.” Avery Carlson handed a digital image chip to the other man. He looked at the golden name tag pinned over the man’s left, breast pocket, while he quickly wiped his sweaty hands on the legs of his jeans. “This one was taken just a week ago, Mr. Sage.”

Sage slipped the chip into a viewer. His smile turned genuine as the three-dimensional image of a life sized, early thirty-ish, brunette floated between them. It began rotating around an axis somewhere around her belly button. She was naked and reclining, her arms held above her head as she ran her fingers through a full eighteen inches of lush chestnut hair that cascaded toward an unseen floor. One leg stretched down the length of whatever bed, couch, picnic table, or other support the computer had removed for viewing. The other leg was bent at the knee, deliberately cocked at an angle so that anyone looking at the image could plainly see the glistening folds of swollen, blushing sex.

Her full breasts looked as if they ran around 34 big-C to small-D-ish. They were a pure alabaster, infused with just the slightest hint of cream at the base, like the rest of her almost flawless skin. They quickly turned first a mottled pink, then a blush red toward their tips, much the same tone as her recently used labia. Though the image didn’t give an indication of whether the pleasant red colors came from hard massage or from more active use, Sage suspected they’d been spanked quite well. Whatever the cause, her nipples and areola were dark, hard, crinkled, and demanding, obviously ready for more.

She looked all but blemish free, save for a small birthmark nestled into the top of her trim runway of dark, curly pubic hair and a bit of barely visible freckling across her chest, likely from one bad experience with the sun many years back. Her eyes, lined almost imperceptibly on the corners, twinkled with a mischievous look that matched her wide, contented smile. The extra fifteen or so pounds she carried were distributed well, giving her a Rubenesque look that made her all the more appealing. Despite the pervading “ideal” that suggested women should be willow branches with breasts, few men would have found this image anything but provocative.

Unless she just liked exhibitionism, there was little doubt this image was meant for someone special.

“Can you do it?”

“Your specifics are. . . unique.” Sage looked more closely at the image, “.and understandably so.” He looked down at the yellow card. “Without her consent, she’ll have to be gagged, of course. Allowing her to make any noise would present some difficulty. I trust that won’t be a problem considering. . .”

“No, not a problem at all.”

Sage nodded and extended a hand toward the door. “Very good, then. I’m quite sure we can satisfy you. If you’ll just step through that door, Ginger will take care of details and payment. You can expect a call within twenty-four hours.”

The eggplant parmesan was among the best Avery had enjoyed. The atmosphere inside the quiet little bistro would have been relaxing to even the most stressed of urban-dwellers. Turning his fork upside down, he slid his plate and utensils to the side of the small, wooden table, then sipped the last of his Pinot Grigio. He leaned back in his cane, wicker chair and watched the sun stream through pine branches that shifted in the warm, summer breeze.

After a few moments, his waiter leaned across his shoulder, lifting the plate. “Will there be anything else before dessert, sir?”

Avery smiled. “No, thank you. My compliments to the chef.”

The waiter nodded. “You can pass them on yourself, sir. He is ready for you in the dessert room.” He pointed to a glass-topped sunroom only a dozen feet away. Cottage windows decorated the outer walls of the rough-hewn, wooden cabin, and an old-fashioned, screened, pine-frame door beneath a low, green canvas awning provided access to patrons. “I belief our chef has everything in order through that door.”

Avery wiped the last of the wine from his lip, laid the red silk napkin on the table, then pushed the chair backward and stood. The waiter met him at the screened door, opening it as he approached.

Avery stepped inside the sun-filled room. Tall, lush, green plants decorated every corner, and a wide, thick fern hung on swag chain from the center of the peaked glass roof. All the plants had been recently misted, and sparkled in the natural light.

The chef stood in the center of the room. Dressed in a tall, bulging chef’s hat and white apron, he was busy arranging an assortment of glass jars and small trays, filled with a variety of ingredients, spread out across the top of a wheeled, butcher-block tray. He nodded politely at Avery and went back to his last minute arrangement.

Beside him, directly beneath the fern, was a rectangular table of matching butcher-block with its stainless steel castors locked in place. The tabletop itself was about six inches thick, sturdy enough to hold several hundred pounds. At the moment, however, it held much less weight - although her struggling, no doubt, added to the stress the thick wooden legs would bear.

The scene was exactly as he'd imagined it.

The chef finished placing his ingredients and gestured with a flourish to the waist-high stool, positioned just so, at the foot of the thick table. “Please, sir, sit.”

Avery sat, and for the first time since entering the room, gazed down at the tethered woman. He ignored the look of fear and recognition. Instead, he smiled to himself when she made a particularly energetic attempt to escape her bonds on seeing his lack of response.

Her wrists and ankles were wrapped tightly in black leather manacles, so tightly that her hands and feet had already turned pale lavender. Secured to the upper corners of the table, the leather wrist cuffs held her elbows up and her arms away from her body, leaving her bobbing breasts easily accessible. The edge of the table ended at the middle of her bottom. Her legs, bent at the knee, were splayed wide and secured by the ankle to eyelets in the table’s thick legs. There was nothing between him and her freshly shaved pussy but eighteen inches of air. With her pubic hair gone, he noticed the birthmark was actually a half-inch longer than he’d thought.

Her skin glistened in the sun, oiled thoroughly from the tops of her shoulders to the tips of her toes. Her finger and toenails were manicured and painted an apple-red, matching her lustrous lipstick. He knew they’d spared no expense on her make-up, since the lipstick seemed unbothered by the miniature Washington apple that was wedged between her teeth so that her lips wrapped provocatively around its lower curve. The fruit spread her mouth too wide to allow any leverage to bite, serving quite effectively as a gag, keeping the atmosphere serene despite her struggling and well-muffled protests.

“Today we are serving the house specialty, Crème Brulèe.” The chef held a long, steel, two-pronged fork in his right hand. With his other, he took her left breast, the nearest to him, in a firm grip and squeezed it hard at the base so that it bulged over the top of his fingers. He jabbed the tines of the fork lightly into the side, using it as a pointer. When she squirmed, he closed his hand tighter. She stopped.

“We begin with only the finest of alabaster breasts. The whites must be blemish-free, with supple flesh that has been properly maintained in order to guarantee the finest flavor.”

He moved the fork toward the center of her breast, pressing the prongs into either side of her nipple, denting the areola until she groaned. “The nipple and areola are crucial to the recipe, and must be thick and well-crinkled, with a resilient rubbery texture when chilled.”

The released her breast with a flourish, making it jiggle. Then, he set the fork on the cart. He bent and pulled what appeared to be a butter-soaked, horsehair whip from a tray on the shelf beneath the table top. “We will begin preparation with a moderate whisking, so that the pores in the whites of the breasts open to the fullest.”

Avery thought it was quaint how the chef spoke so precisely and referred to himself in third person, and how he pronounces ‘specialty,’ spes-ee-al-i-ty. He almost chuckled when ‘breasts’ sounded more like breast-es-es. She, on the other hand, struggled so hard, that were her ‘breasteses’ any larger, they’d be making slapping noises.

The chef snapped his fingers in the air. Another chef, one with a smaller hat, appeared almost instantly. After a briefly whispered conversation, the second chef hurried down the kitchen access corridor.

The first smiled at Avery. “With your permission, we will begin with a dessert aperitif.” He paused when the second chef returned with a thick pastry bag, filled with some kind of white cream, and a glass jar, filled with dark brown sprinkles. He set the jar aside and moved to the foot of the table. “As you can see, she has been totally denuded with only the best cream depilatory and then hand rubbed with virgin olive oil.” He ran a fingertip down one of her soft, plump, shining labia. “I doubt you will find more succulent flesh anywhere.”

The chef pressed the pointed end of the tube between the struggling woman’s pussy lips and pushed it slowly. She stopped struggling immediately, her eyes widening instead. The chef smiled and closed his fingers, crushing the narrow bag so that its contents emptied into her. Even with the gag, there was no doubt that she was gasping.

The chef smiled at Avery, rotating and shifting the tube, filling every crevice as he slowly pulled the nozzle from inside her, still squeezing so that the cream oozed. He added a thick spiral of whipped cream in a cone that covered her labia. “We keep our home-made whipped cream chilled to an exacting 38 degrees.”

Setting the empty pastry bag on his work tray, the chef selected the brown sprinkles and added them liberally to the mound of whipped cream. After topping it with a fresh maraschino cherry, he took a red, silk napkin from the tray and smiled again at his guest. “Shall I?”

Avery leaned forward and lifted his chin, allowing the chef to tuck the napkin into the top of his shirt. As the bigger man straightened, he pointed to the adjustment on the stool. “That will lower you to the appropriate height.”

Avery adjusted the knob, and the stool dropped. When it locked into place, he was looking just across her belly, his mouth just inches from the whipped cream, sprinkles, and other goodies.

The chef took a small green bottle from a whine bucket and showed the label to Avery. “Vintage Napa Valley port, 1983.” With practiced ease, he uncorked the bottle and poured the thick red liquid into a small crystal dessert goblet. He set it beside Avery. “When you begin your appetizer, I will start the whisking.” The chef raised a horsehair flogger and Avery took a long lick. He curled his tongue so that it hooked inside her and then slid out, dragging it across her clit, pushing the cherry up above her slit. She had just enough time to gasp again when the chef spun the limp horsehair whip and started whipping her breasts with a stinging, wet slap.

Avery drove his tongue into her as she bucked up against his mouth. While he probed, the chef continued spanking her breasts, slapping them from side to side with an economical, figure-eight motion. “About one minute should suffice.”

Avery bit into the cherry and watched her breasts jiggle and bounce from his position below her tummy. Although his cock had been stirring ever since he'd walked into the cottage, he felt it jump. When her breasts took on a pinkish shade, the chef stopped and patted the mound nearest him as if it were the beginnings of a masterpiece. "Perhaps just a touch more red."

Concentrating on the same breast, the chef swung the whip in a quick circle so that it repeatedly slapped louder and harder than before. She tried to twist away, but the chef simply shifted, beating on the tormented mound with renewed effort. After another couple of minutes, both breast were a fiery red, and the horsehair strands fell limp again.

“Yes, the pores should be quite ready to absorb the crème, now.” He arched a brow and reached down, taking her nipple between his fingers. “But this simply will not do. They must be much harder…"

Using a pair of metal tongs, the chef picked a flat wedge of white ice from inside a misting, stainless steel bucket. “Dry ice.” The chef brought the steaming block of frozen oxygen close to her left nipple. “One must be careful to just lightly brush. We only want the flesh hardened. Not burned.”

When the cold mist touched her nipple, it drew taut, as if surrendering for safety’s sake. Her eyes widened when the dry ice brushed her areola, but she’d apparently gotten the hint. She groaned, and shifted her shoulders slightly a few times, but was otherwise still, obviously not prepared to endure freezer burned nipples.

Avery set his mouth into the upper part of her pussy, closing his teeth carefully into the soft lips and buried the flat of his tongue between them. He lapped slowly upward while drawing his teeth together, scraping the last of the whipped cream from her labia and licking it from the warm folds. She moaned, then gasped around the apple when he caught her clitoris between his teeth. He held it, while he watched the chef run the tongs slowly around each areola.

Once her nipples looked harder than Avery had ever seen them, the cook seemed satisfied. He smiled to himself, turning his back to them as he set the tongs in the bucket. When he turned around, he was holding a huge basting syringe. The clear cylinder was measured in teaspoons, tablespoons, and various increments of cup portions. It was at least a half-cup full of some golden liquid. The needle was long, sharp, and as thick as a number two pencil lead.

As soon as he moved toward her left breast, she thrashed again. Her clit dragged from between Avery’s teeth. The chef simply paused, needle hovering over her bouncing breast, and looked at Avery. “We will be injecting approximately three tablespoons of flavoring into each nipple and areola. This procedure is very delicate, as any flavoring that might be spilled, or injected too deeply, will have to be replaced with additional injections.”

While Avery appreciated the commentary, he knew that the intent was the same as with the dry ice. So did the woman who would be dessert.

Once she'd settled, the chef pinched a thick fold of areola to the right of her nipple. “We will inject six locations per side, five equidistant around the areola and one directly into the nipple.” He jabbed the needle into the hard fold, pinching harder when she bucked.

Avery quickly wiped his mouth with the red silk and then stabbed his tongue into the melting topping inside her. She rolled her hips against his face and moaned, but stiffened when the second of the twelve jabs bit into her breast. He opened his mouth so that his lips slid across her sex while his tongue probed. She had obviously been preoccupied with what he was doing, and was caught by surprise by the third jab. He heard her cry as she stiffened again. He tried to watch what the chef was doing, but the angle was wrong.

“Massaging the remainder of the cream into the folds of her flesh will produce an interesting taste sensation, if you like.”

Avery liked this man’s hints.

He stood up and readjusted the stool. When the chef pinched another fold of dark, crinkled areola, Avery ran his middle finger from her leaking hole up to her clit. The chef jabbed just as Avery had rolled her hardened clit clockwise. It was the first time he was able to see the chef slowly pressing the syringe, forcing the golden liquid into her hardened flesh. Although the chef had somehow managed not to be affected, at least not obviously so, Avery had to rearrange himself.

“This will be the last injection on this side.” He pinched her nipple at the base and positioned the needle directly over it. “We would suggest addition massage.”

Avery slipped his middle finger into her, as deeply as he could, and pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. Before he could add much action, the needle plunged. Avery’s cock jumped at the same time as she did. He hardly noticed her squeal as the needle sank a full half-inch into the center of her nipple. Slowly pressing the plunger, the chef moved the needle around inside her nipple. Injecting more flavor until the clear liquid actually began to bubble out of the tip. By the time the chef pulled the needle free, there was only half the liquid left in the baster. Her left nipple and areola had lost much of their obvious frigid form, swollen with the flavoring.

The chef set the syringe on the table and pulled the wedge of dry ice from the bucket. “We will prepare the other one and then begin the basting process around the nipples while the flavoring is absorbed. Then, we’ll chill them again, before we caramelize.”

He re-iced her right nipple and then began the injection process again. After a few minutes of massaging and injecting, she was panting hard around the apple, and pressing harder against Avery’s hand. By the time the chef got to her nipple, she had all but stopped stiffening, and seemed to be totally absorbed by Avery’s fingers. It wasn’t until the chef made the final jab, and twisted the needle around to spread the last of the flavoring, that she did anything but moan.

When the chef moved the needle inside her nipple, he felt her clench around his finger. The chef pulled the needle up slightly and pushed it back in at a different angle. To Avery’s surprise, she came. It was sudden, with no warning, and it was more explosive than any orgasm he’d ever been able to give her. By the time the chef pulled the needle from her nipple, she’d slumped into semi-consciousness.

The chef smiled while reaching for a different pastry tube. Instead of holding whipped cream, however, it held some other cream-colored liquid. “Now, we’ll massage the crème brulee cream into the whites of her breasts. It will absorb quite well in these clear pores, and will provide a good adhesive coating for the caramelizing sugar.”

He squirted what appeared to be lotion from the tube, circling the tips of her breasts nearest her areolas and spiraling down to near the base. Setting the tube aside, he started massaging the crème brulee lotion into her skin, kneading deeply. Though she didn’t open her eyes, Avery heard her moan again, rolling her hips while the chef dug and twisted at her breasts, kneading them like breast dough, to make certain all the lotion was well absorbed. Once he’d coated them to his satisfaction, he took each nipple and areola between his fingers and, with light milking motions, pulled from the widest part of the dark circles toward her nipples until some of the golden liquid he’d injected seeped, like clear, golden milk, from the hardened nubs.

While the chef was busy, Avery adjusted his awkwardly bent, stiffened cock, feeling the slippery wetness of pre-cum that soaked his underwear. The combination of the chef’s deft massaging, as he shifted her breasts and nipples, with her rhythmic moaning and slow hip thrusting, was as tantalizing, if not more so, as the flavor injection had been.

“Now. . .” The chef reached across his masterpiece and rolled a goose-necked lamp so that its eighteen inch rectangular head was over her. He adjusted it until it was centered about eight inches above her breasts and then flipped a switch. A bright, red light flooded over the two mounds. “We will let them bake for about five minutes, until the flesh beads with juices from the flavoring.” He took a small white clamp with a thin, yellow tip and pinched a fold of her breast. The jaws of the clamp were lined with tiny netal teeth, which bit into her skin when the cook released the clamp. “The tip will turn red when the skin temperature reached 105 degrees. They should be a pleasant red, much like the color one might associate with a south Texas sunburn.”

By the time the chef had finished his explanation, she was thrashing. He took a handful of long leather straps from the shelf beneath her. “In some cases, strapping the dessert to the table becomes necessary. Although it unfortunately detracts from the aesthetics, the preparation process continues unhindered.” He looked at Avery for approval.

Avery took a sip of port, enjoying the show. “No, maybe you could just tighten the. . .” He searched for a euphemistic term, trying to maintain the mood, “restraints. The added-- pressure-- to the hip and shoulder joints--” He stopped, looking at her eyes to make certain she knew he’d substituted the word ‘pressure’ for ‘pain.’

She settled down with a groan, and the chef smiled again while he lifted a wooden bowl from his work cart. He moved back around to the foot of the table and lifted a basting brush from inside the bowl. It dripped with a honey-colored liquid. “Our second aperitif is a warmed, honey-brown, sugar glaze.” He lathered it into the crevices of her pussy with wet slaps. “We use only local honey, and import our sugar.” He finished coating her outer lips and dropped the brush into the bowl. “I will check the progress of the brulee. Bon appetite.”

Avery glanced at her breasts before bending for his second dessert appetizer. They were turning pink, and small drops of moisture had begun beading. Her nipples had gone flat, but were covered in a glistening sheen of perspired juices. He turned back to the task at hand. Settling on her left labia, he ran his tongue up its length and listened as she sucked air past the apple, then gasped again when he bit lightly, trapping it lengthwise between his teeth.

When a few minutes had past, he'd managed to lick her almost completely clean. She came twice, alternating between gasping and groaning in pleasure while he ‘ate’ and hissing and moaning as her breasts were deliberately sunburned. He marveled to himself; with all the chef’s preparations, nothing was being done that would keep him from using her like this repeatedly.

Once the thermometer tip turned red, and her breasts dripped with exuded juices, the chef turned the lamp off and pushed it aside. He took a small spray mister from the cart and carefully spritzed both of her nipples and areola. He lifted the ice tongs and the wedge of dry ice from the steel bucket. Because of the gentle baking, her previously rock-hard areola looked more like the thick, puffy rings of an adolescent.

“Now, we will re-chill the nipples and their surroundings so that the cooked juices concentrate. It is important that they remain solid during the final stages of preparation.” By the time he’d finished his sentence, he had already set to work on her left nipple with the misty ice. It took more time, but after a minutes or so, it drew taut and hard. He brushed the dry ice around her areola, lightly touching the hardening flesh, pulling it into a tight, craggy rose-brown ring As her nipples chilled, she whimpered into the gag, pressing her hips out while she tried to pull her breast back. Avery found her clit and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

Despite the tip of her breast being as drawn as tight as it probably could, the chef continued to work on the same nipple, taking care not to burn it. Avery watched, while rolling the bud of her clitoris, as the chef slowly froze her nipple and areola. She stopped trying to pull her breast away, apparently concentrating on the vivid sensations between her legs, rather than what was very likely a dangerous lack of sensation in her breast. It wasn’t until the wrinkled flesh had darkened to a frostbitten purple, and tiny ice crystals actually coated the small peaks and valleys, that the chef was satisfied.

He repeated the process on the opposite breast, letting Avery keep her distracted as he slowly froze the other ring of dark flesh. Once her right nipple was the same shade of blue, dusted with white frost, he set the tongs back in their bucket and brushed a fingertip across the lower crescent of her left areola.

“Very good. Now. . .” He took a clear plastic shaker and dusted her breasts with crystalline sugar. It stuck easily to her sweat-glistening flesh. “This sugar will caramelize quickly. Broiling it would be optimal, but that is obviously not an option in preparing this particular dish.” As if on cue, she yelled into the apple and rolled as best as she could from side to side.

The chef smiled his patented smile. “The caramelizing process is a delicate one. We use a culinary torch to melt the sugar, brushing the breast, much like one might brush porcelain with a father duster, cooking the sugar until it forms a hard, brown glaze. A master chef can do this without overheating the flesh. Those less skilled. . .” For the first time, he actually looked the woman in the eyes as he said, “or those that are distracted, can easily burn both the sugar, and the dessert.”

Again, she took the hint. Once both breasts were thoroughly dusted, he removed the shaker cap and poured a cone of sugar liberally onto each nipple and areola. Then, he pulled a small, hand-held torch from the table shelf. Her eyes widened as he lit the flame, adjusting it so that it was about three inches long, but she didn’t move.

As before, he moved toward her left breast first. Both she and Avery held their breaths as the chef passed the flame back and forth across the lower part of her breast, much like an airbrush painter. After several passes, the sugar liquefied, and then bubbled.

She squirmed, rolling her hips, and whimpering quietly. But, determinedly, she held her shoulders planted against the table so her breasts barely moved. Avery glanced at her blushing pussy as it rolled in broken circles just inches from his face. He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but it had, painfully so. He tore his gaze from between her legs and watched as the chef worked his way towards her nipple. The whites of her breast were almost completely coated in a golden brown glaze. Once he reached the pile of sugar that topped her nipples, he shifted across to the other breast, leaving her nipple un-cooked.

When he saw the questioning look on Avery’s face, he smiled. “It is always best to save the nipples for last." He didn’t elaborate.

By the time the chef finished glazing the alabaster-then-red flesh, sweet perspiration trickled in rivulets from beneath the caramel shell, down the underside of her breasts. The chef set the torch, still burning, upright on the wooden cart, and pulled the port bottle from the bucket. He tilted it over her crotch so that the crimson wine dribbled, splashing across her engorged lips and flowing through the hot folds, until it splattered on the parquet floor. “The final step in preparation might make you thirsty.”

Avery took the suggestion as the hint it was intended. He bent forward as the chef set the wine down and picked up the torch.

When the flame approached her left nipple, she stiffened, apparently still quite aware of the dangers involved should she struggle. The flame brushed the tip of the piled sugar and flared like a space capsule on re-entry. Instead of brushing the flame back and forth, the chef moved it in slow circles just over her nipple and areola. As the sugar melted, he held the flame steady. “The trick to making this dessert a success is to melt the sugar so quickly that the molten caramel fills the frozen crevices and sets before the flesh can warm.”

The sugar began to bubble.

Her whimper caught his attention. The sudden loud groan and hip thrust held it. She arched her back, all but imbedding her shoulders into the wood, while her ass came a full six inches off the tabletop. Avery wasted no time in sliding his hands under her. He grabbed two handfuls of cheek, and dug his fingernails deep. With a solid grip, he pulled her hard to his mouth and bit into her pussy, lapping at the sweet port, while the chef held the flame still, browning the hardened glaze without braising her nipple.

Avery kept at it, chewing and sucking at whatever found its way between his lips. By the time the sugar on her right nipple melted, and the molten caramel flowed into the firm crevices of her areola, she was rolling herself wildly against his face. As the glaze browned, and the heat seared, he snagged the base of her clit between his teeth. When he thought the burning might be at its worst, he bit harder and she exploded into another orgasm, and unconsciousness.

The chef turned off the torch, set it down, and took a couple of sprigs of spearmint from a sealed jar. He placed one beside each nipple, and re-filled Avery’s glass, then he moved toward the door. “I trust you will enjoy your dessert. The crust will be hard and thin, rather like candy. I recommend sucking the juices from the whiter flesh.” He started pulling the door closed behind him and smiled. “Oh, and the nipples will be quite thoroughly coated with a much thicker glaze. You’ll find that the glaze molded quite well into her areola. In order to best enjoy the dessert, they should be well-chewed, but not broken.”

He flashed a smile. “Bon Appetite.” And the door closed.

Avery had his pants unzipped before the door latched. They were off immediately thereafter. His cock throbbed painfully and all but led him to her dripping sex. He slammed himself into her, gasping as her muscles clamped tight and warm around his aching prick. He drew back and slammed forward again, watching her caramelized breasts shift slightly, held firm by the thick, toasted candy glaze. He thought for a moment about the chef’s suggestion, but found concentrating difficult as she rolled herself against him. As incredible as her well-lubricated pussy felt as it clenched him, he knew he’d been way over-sensitized. He pressed hard against her and held himself there, letting her slowly grind against him in her nearly comatose stupor. Picking a spot on the lower curve of her breast, he bent forward and bit hard.

The think glaze crackled between his teeth then crushed under his tongue. He bit harder, trapping a thick fold of breast in his bite as he sucked the warm flavor from her sunburned flesh. He'd never tasted anything so sweet, nor had he ever been so hot. He took another bite, devouring the hard shell coating, sinking his teeth just enough to make her buck against him, wide awake. He rolled his hips harder and drew the delicious flavor from her fevered flesh.

By the time he worked his way to her nipple, his cock was tingling to its depths. She rolled and slid against him, groaning quietly, seemingly oblivious to the bites and bruises.

With table-shaking thrusts, he pulled backward and then slammed into her, grinding as he targeted the final three-inch reward. As he felt himself start to come, he bit hard into the thickest part of the glaze, cracking it between his teeth. Candied caramel, crushed from around her nipple, broke from between the creases around it. His mouth filled with candy, and flesh, and savory sweet juice, and it was all he could do to remember the chef’s suggestion, ‘well-chewed, but not broken.’

He heard the apple crack as her muffled scream echoed through the small cottage, and both of them came loud and hard.

Once the last jet had passed and she lolled back into semi-consciousness, he smiled. He breathed hard and looked speculatively over at the other breast.

After Avery Carlson left, Sage gazed at the sleeping woman. Even unconscious, well-used, punished and spent, she looked delectable. Her arms were hanging limply out to the sides. Her legs were doing the same, dangling spread-eagle off the table. The edge of the table, stained with a variety of fluids, bit a deep crease across the middle of her butt cheeks. Her left breast was a south Texas, summer-sunburn red and still glistened with juices, despite Carlson’s best efforts. It was dotted with small, jagged bits of broken caramel glaze, and dozens of deep, red and purple bite marks. The curved bruises overlapped almost every open inch of the mound. The nipple and areola were extremely ‘well-chewed, but not broken.'

He chuckled when he looked at the right side. The darkened tip looked more like it had been given a very thorough mauling, and Carlson had all but ignored the rest of that luscious breast. Sage poked a finger through the hard crust, jabbing it into the feverish flesh of the lower curve. The woman moaned quietly, but hardly stirred. Curling his fingertip, he peeled away a large, curved piece of candy glass, watched a trickle of crème brulee-flavored perspiration dribble from beneath it, then took a bite of the candy. He looked up toward no place in particular. “Ginger, when is my next appointment?”

There was a short pause before a pleasant female voice echoed through the room. “It looks as if your afternoon is free, Mr. Sage.”

He smiled, loosened his tie, and shrugged out of his pinstriped coat. “Very good. Let’s start the program from the top.” He snapped off another piece of caramel. “And, how about adding the whole caramelizing thing to her snatch, too?”

“You got it, boss.”

Sage tossed his coat aside and pulled the tie from his collar. “Oh, and ratchet up the sado-level a few. I wanna see this Carlson babe really squirm.”

“Gotcha, Mr. Sage. Notching up the sado-level by three.”

“Make that four. Chef's going to treat these tits like Christmas turkeys.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else, Mr. Sage?”

He stood next to the stool. “No, I think that's got it.”

After a few moments, Ginger’s voice filled the room again. “OK, boss. We’re good to go, if you are.”

“Good deal. Go for it.”

A second later, the entire room shimmered and shifted. Once the effect passed, the chef was standing by his wooden work cart, arranging his ingredients, and Carlson’s wife struggling against her bonds, oiled down and pristine.

"Enjoy the program, sir."

"Thank you, Ginger."

The chef finished placing his ingredients, looked up at Sage, and gestured with a flourish to the waist-high stool, positioned just so, at the foot of the thick table. “Please, sir, sit.”

Green Eyes and Druzki - All Bets Are Off

(This story is from Disturbed Things Forum. Green Eyes has collaborated with several other authors, creating works of extreme fantasy cannibalism. My favorite work of Green Eyes is called 'The Origins of Jessica'. It deals with the initial designing and testing of the 'Jessica 3000' automated girl spitting machine by a designer/engineer and his beautiful female friend/assistant/test subject. Some of my favorite scenes include the female assistant's breasts being injected with special marinade oils (several different times, increasing her bust size temporarily) and her gradual descent towards becoming a real meat girl. Unfortunately the story is far to long to repost here, and covers much more than the thread topic.)

All Bets Are Off

"Sounds like fun," Kimberly smiled at one of her students from this year's homeroom.

"Ya it should be," Jessica a freckled young blonde replied to her former teacher. "My parents are letting us use the cottage for tonight. We're just here shopping for supplies."

"No house parties right?" Kimberly asked, ever the teacher.

"No," Jessica seemed insulted by the insinuation. "Just eight of us, four couples."

"Okay," Kimberly smiled, not wanting to be the heavy, after all, she was on summer vacation like them. "Have a fun and safe time and if I don't see you the rest of the summer, have a good one," she smiled at the gaggle of 8 from her school.

Saying her good-byes, Kimberly turned her cart and her thoughts away, pushing her it along in the grocery store. It was early Saturday afternoon and the day was sunny, but despite that she wore a white sweater over her blouse, the section she was approaching was the reason why. The supermarket always seemed so cold to her, the dairy and meat sections open refrigeration shelves and bins kept it that way. As she pushed her cart forward she saw a familiar face working the butcher counter.

She had met Chris nearly 2 years earlier. She called him by the name printed on his starched white uniform shirt one day and they had been on a first name basis ever since. He was friendly and even flirty, but never too presumptutious to make her feel the need to complain to the store owner.
Kimberly's situation, as much a victim of the fast paced world as anyone, landed her in the grocery 2 or 3 times a week to buy food as she often forgot something she needed, and he was often there. They had become well-acquainted, he knew that she taught high school for a living, and she a little about his hobbies and interests. He had presented her with a fillet on her birthday free of charge. She knew he wanted to cook it for her, but she had already made plans and had a date. Her appreciative brush offs had met with a cheerful shrug as it always had.

His comments were always a little risqué and she was never sure about his attention. Was she a challenge? A sow that wore clothes that he just had to have? Or was it even more? Did this man that saw, she imagined, hundreds of women turned sows a year, more interested in her than just that? It was flattering to think that he seen so many women and had so much interest in her. It certainly made trips to the grocery a lot more interesting and made her ego feel good. The question of what it all meant when he made remarks to her, about her body, kept her wondering what it all meant.
So she kept going to the same grocery, allowing his flirtations and gently turning him down each time he asked her out. The persistence of the guy was something she had never experienced before that was for certain. A voice broke into her thoughts as she passed a shelves of neatly arranged calves, packaged one to a Styrofoam tray.
"Hey Kimberly!" he called out with a familiar enthusiastic smile, "How are you today?"

"Fine Chris," she replied,, returning the smile, "You're looking well. What kinds of specials do you have today?"
She looked from his face as looked over the glass countertop at her and down at the rows of meat in the display case below.

"For you, anything;" he smiled, leaning on the counter and watching her green eyes and full-lips as she peered downward.

Kimberly looked up chuckling with disbelief at the guy, knowing that if she asked for a discount she would get it, but she refused to give in that inch and continued to pay what the board on the wall behind him listed as the price of various cuts.

Chris secretively put his finger to his lips for her to be silent. "Let me show you something," he gave her a mischievous look as he quickly stepped through the door leading into back of meat section. He reappeared only a moment later, leading a beautiful, leggy blonde by a leash.

"Chris, what are you up to now?" Kimberly chortled, her hand on the curve of her hip in disbelief.
"Look at her; isn't she gorgeous?" he asked, running a hand up the blonde's stomach and lifting one of her full rounded breasts. "She is USDA prime whole roaster, but I will downgrade her to Select just for you and sell you some parts." He looked at Kimberly's face who still seemed unconvinced.
"Look at those muscles, look at those breasts!" he continued to stroke the blonde sow's flat, satiny stomach. "That's a prime flank steak."

"Oh you're sweet," Kimberly replied to the offer, flattered. "-But I don't want to get you into trouble." She looked down at the glass counter between them. "There are lots of nice cuts right here," she gestured to the Select and Choice cuts ready to be wrapped and sent home with a customer like her.

"Yes those are nice, I processed those cuts this morning," he replied to her remark but would not be dissuaded. "It's no trouble," Chris insisted, "-By the way," he added. "She is almost as sexy as you. I wonder if you were to stand naked here next to her, who would get picked first."

"Now you're really talking crazy!" Kimberly laughed, flushing with embarrassment as his proposal. "She's USDA Prime! That's the best!" she tried to deflect him, butterflies in her stomach. "You're just trying to sell more meat, that's all!" She waived a hand at you in mock dismissal. She peered through the glass at the rows of meat on display, the rows of breasts, some sliced,round steaks made from thighs, the delicate and tender looking fillets, trays of ground meat, hams, and bins of stewing meat. "You did a good job, they look delicious."

"Well Kimberly," he began, leaning on the counter and talking in a low voice. "I always said you would be the hottest piece of meat that ever touched this counter," his eyes narrowed as they held hers.

"Oh Chris!" Kimberly replied giggling, tossing her head back to nervously break his gaze. "Flattery will get you everywhere! I bet you say that to all the women that stop and shop here;" she flushed a deeper shade of pink, wondering if the guy was ever going to give up! "She's a beautiful sow Chris," she said, looking at the sow and carefully avoiding his intense gaze, nodding in agreement.

"Nope Kim, most women that shop here are not that pretty. It's not easy for a free woman to emulate the exercise regimen they make those sows go through in Norway. -And you'd better hurry up because the competition is getting better and better; I mean look at her," he motioned towards the blonde

"Just because I teach aerobics on the side Chris doesn't make me as nice a grade as these ones," she gestured to the sow, unconsciously comparing herself with livestock.

"Did you know that they make them run naked in the snow just to make them lose calories faster after they are force fed the high protein grain?" he asked, informing in his question.

"I didn't know that, but it must be cold! I shiver here in the grocery store and I'm dressed!" she shuddered for emphasis.

"Oh you're as nice," he replied to her modesty. "Check this out" he slapped the cow on her bottom. "Show us your rump."
The blonde turned around and bent over, grabbing her ankles. Her rump and fillet now on display.

"She does have a nice fillet and hams," Kimberly nodded in agreement.

"Look at that wonderful rump I bet yours looks just as nice - but you are a brunette. You two will look nice together." He saw Kimberly being to sputter in protest. "-And you have nice long legs. I am sure your asses will be on the same level. Which is very important for presentation," he nodded knowledgeably.

"Oh you think we would look good together huh? Chris, what are you talking about?" she giggled nervously, putting her hands on the curves of her hips in mock defiance. The guy talked like she was going to do it! "You really think that I have a body to compare with this top grade? You are such a charmer!" she rolled her eyes and smiled, her heart pounding. She wondered if he could see it, or know the feelings he was stirring deep within her.

"Well, lets make a bet," he proposed, continuing with his tactic, "You stand here next to her and I will put the same prices on you both."

"She's nude and I'm wearing all this! I think people will figure it out!" the brunette gestured to her clothes, continuing to resist.

"You will be nude of course silly," Chris said condescendingly, this time rolling his eyes at her.

"You've been after me for almost 2 years, haven't you?" Kimberly interjected, trying to halt his direction.
"If she gets bought first I will butcher her but will give you the best parts of her for free. And if you get chosen first," he continued, "I will say you are reserved, give you your clothes back and you owe me a drink. How's that?"
"Hmmmm..." Kimberly murmured to herself, thinking. "I just have to stand there?"

"Yeah Kim time flies, and no one will recognize you," he said reassuringly, heading off her next objection. "Can you imagine how many sows I have processed since we first met?"

"I don't know, hundreds?" she guessed.

"Thousands." he responded simply, folding his arms with some pride.

"That many?!" she exclaimed, astounded. "-And all this time you've wanted me back there?" she asked her eyes fluttering, realizing the implications of it all. "I'm flattered," she licked her lips.

"-Ah come-on don't you want to know how it feels to be her?" he inserted her fingers into her fillet as he spoke.
"You always wonder," Kimberly nodded, agreeing thoughtfully, watching the fingers curl into the sow's nude sex clinically.

"Alright honey, come here, I will show you the back. You have to get the full experience," Chris said, taking her nod as an affirmation of her finally relenting. Setting a small bell and a sign that read 'Ring for Service' on the countertop, he proceeded to open the swinging gate at the end of the counter for her.
Kimberly sighed, glancing at the prices of meat on the board behind him. Doing the math, she calculated that she could save almost $25 on groceries.

"Come on I will give you a ham too," he said, pointing to the blonde's round bottom.
"How long do I have to stay on display?" she resisted, one last time.

"Oh as long as you want to but if you leave before one of you are chosen, then you forfeit the bet and owe me a date." he said, adding to the rules of their bet.

"You are so infuriating!" she waggled a finger and smiling at him, knowing this was about the 50th time he had asked her out. "Alright, you've worn me down. How long has it taken?" she asked, pushing her cart aside, to step through the gate and behind the counter.

The butcher gave her his best grin.

"That long huh?" she smiled, shaking her head. Kimberly's flats clattered on the tile floor behind the counter. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching, seeing no one paying close attention, she allowed him to usher her forward.

"Alright please go through that door and we will pre-process you," he smiled, not realizing the psychic chills he was sending through her with his words.

"Ok," she agreed, following his directions and going to the back. "This is so weird," she mused quietly to herself, still not believing she had agreed to go through with the bet.

The door opened into a brightly lit industrial in the rear of the meat department. It was sterile, cool, and there was the smell of stale blood in the air. The environment contained stainless steel preparation tables, a gleaming guillotine, hanging meat, sinks, cutting tools, everything was so clean. There were about 30 women in a holding pen on the floor, all with their wrists secured with butcher twine behind their backs. Some sitting up on their knees with their chests thrust out, others resting on their knees and sides of their faces with their bottoms high in the air.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, wide eyed as she turned to look at him.

"Nothing but watch for now," he smiled ushering her in further. "I want to show you around first." He lead her towards a pen. "Here is our stock that is pre-processed and ready for rendering," he stood next to Kimberly gesturing with a sweep of his arm. "I put them in a particular pose depending on whether I think their tits or their ass is their best feature. Most of them are going to be processed when the boys get back from lunch. I keep a few around in case I need additional meat I can just look them over and choose one quick."

"Oh I see," Kimberly nodding, noting his hand on the small of her back and thinking she would likely find herself with her hips in the air if she ended up in there. "I think that girl out front qualifies for either, but shouldn't she be a roaster if someone wants to spend the money?"

"They have to wait on slow days but it is ok because they are alive so their meat does not spoil," he responded informatively.

"That makes sense," she nodded, "How many work back here?" she looked around at the staff.

"Usually eight," he responded before regaining her attention, "Now let me show you something choose one of these sows, anyone at all."

"I don't know," she hesitated, looking at their nude forms, "For why?" she looked up at him.

"Would you believe that I can turn any one of them into the packages that you saw in the cooler in about minute and thirty seconds?" he asked proudly.

"No way!" she replied, astonished.

"Choose one - any one," he challenged, he moved to stand behind her, gently holding her arms above the elbows, directing her attention to the pen.

Kimberly looked them over before pointing one out, "Ok, how about her?" She pointed to a petite girl with sand coloured hair, knowing all of the would end up processed anyway.
Just then meat department staff started coming back from lunch. They were burly guys in white uniforms and smocks,eight in all. They recognized Chris's challenge and crowded around the pair proclaiming, "He can do it," and "He is really good."

"A minute and a half?" Kimberly asked, still skeptical.

"Nice choice," Chris replied, with confidence, letting his actions do his talking for him.

Chris took a long wooden stick and tapped the girl on the head. Because she was petite and had small breasts she was kneeling with her ass up and her cute face to the side on the tiled floor. She looked up at Chris, an expression of acceptance on her face. Rising, she met Chris at the gate of the pen.

"Sal, get the stop watch, Frank, get this one ready." Chris directed two of the burly meat cutters.
The worker called Frank approached them and seized the sandy-haired sow's arm, compelling her to where the guillotine stood, gleaming and emotionless.
Chris found a chainmail glove, and held it in one hand while continuing to hold Kimberly, this time at the base of the back of her neck, with the other. "He's going to put her on the chopper, once she's drained. I'll show you how fast I can get one ready," he came up alongside of her to watch.

"Got the stopwatch Sal?" Chris questioned as the swarthy worker came out of the glass windowed office off to one side of the preparation area. The worker nodded in reply, holding the watch in his hand.

The room's attention was drawn back to the guillotine as the blade fell with hiss and a resounding 'thunk'. The sow's body was immediately hauled up by a hydraulic lift by a hook passed between twine that had been secured about her ankles. It swung over a grate in the floor and rapidly drained of fluid and colour as Frank seized a hose from the wall and hosed it down so that it glistened with moisture.
"Ready?" Chris asked Frank and Sal, his eyes to his two workers for which he received nods. "Ready?" he asked Kimberly, as she nodded, nibbling her lip, her heart racing at the rapid dispatching of her pick.

"Go!" he shouted to Sal, launching himself across the room in 4 strides, seizing the sow's body and pushing her to a preparation table, dropping it without ceremony with a 'thud' before him.

Selecting various cleavers, knives and electric saws on the table before him, Chris went to work. He chopped, sliced, cut and separated, tossing parts of different sizes into various chutes of a wrapping machine before him. They came out the other side, landing softly in a stainless steel bin, on Styrofoam trays, plastic wrapped and ready for weighing and labelling.

The workers began to count down as the time reached fifteen seconds and Chris continued to fly, using a sharp butcher's knife to finish.

Kimberly fidgeted as she watched, astonished as Chris worked, surprised, despite his occupation, he was so adept with blades in this manner. She saw him finish the last few seconds by washing the remaining waste into a large opening at the end of table.

As the workers reached the number one, he raised his hands in the air triumphantly, shouting "Yes!" He moved among his workers high-fiving the men, as even some of the sows in the pen gave weak applause.

Kimberly incredulously watched the male ritual as they continued to hoot with triumph and Chris approached her. "You weren't just bragging," she acknowledged as he smiled, removing the reddened glove he was wearing, his apron now spattered with dots of red. "Just don't do that to me okay?" she asked tentatively.

"Don't worry hon, the only thing I will do to you is take you out on a date," he smiled, expecting her to quit before she was sold.

Just then a horn sounded from outside, drawing Chris' attention back to his job. "Ok guys there's the new shipment lets get these ones processed," he gestured to the pen, "We need the space for the next lot. Let's get to work." he clapped his hands together for emphasis.

A large loading door opened and revealed the rear of a truck. One of the workers went to it's rear latch and lifted the door to reveal a truck load of Asian women. Their clothes were of eastern design, and their appearances somewhat dissheveled from the trip.

"It's a shipment from Hong Kong," Chris began to explain. "Just flown in this morning on the overnight."

"Oh the Chinese food section?" Kimberly nodded understanding.

"Yes," Chris nodded in response keying a button that gave a message in Mandarin. "It's just telling them to follow the yellow line," he explained, pointing to the lines on the floor. He turned from her for a moment, and cupped a hand to the side of his mouth, "Turn on the washing machine!" His directions were met with a click and motors could be heard starting and humming in some adjacent place. He turned back to Kimberly.

"This is perfect Kimberly, we'll get you washed and pre-processed with the new shipment," he nodded, considering his idea.

"Oh?! So I should change?" she smoothed her skirt. "Do I change with them? I mean, I don't want my clothes thrown out, I need something to wear home."

"Good point, put all your stuff in a red box, you will see it," he explained. "Ok Kim you best go with them," he directed, "This will give you the perfect simulation of being one of the piggies - but don't worry I have my eye out, nothing will happen to you"

"Ok; thanks," she nodded smiling shyly, getting into the line.

The girls started walking slowly along large yellow line drawn on the floor. Kimberly could hear them talking, but she could not comprehend the Mandarin they spoke, feeling a little isolated as a result. She glanced back at Chris who had taken on his role as manager again.

"Ok Frankie! Get them to move faster!" he shouted, for which he received a shout of acknowledgement.

Frank and another worker appeared at the end of the line with long plastic electric prods. They started zapping the girls, eliciting high pitched screams. The pace of the line picked up, the girls behind Kimberly pushing their way forward.

"Hey boss should we spare your little date?" Frank, called out to his boss.

"Nah Frank, treat her the same," he said with a wave of his hand that Kimberly did not see.

Kimberly felt the electric prod poke her bottom and discharge. "Aiehhh! Oh!" she squealed, feeling the jolt, glancing over her shoulder with surprise and saw Frank. She hurried into the entrance of a tunnel with the rest of the herd. It lead to an elongated passage, separated by two mesh fences. She looked around anxiously, wondering if this was what Chris had in mind for her. She didn't have long to think as the passage opened up into a larger open centre where the girls ahead of her were obeying the pictorial signs posted on the walls to strip and place their clothing in the provided bins. There was also a warning of more of the electric prods if they didn't hurry. Glancing over she saw Chris and some of his employees watching.

As Kimberly searched for the red box Chris spoke to her about, her fear of being shocked again began to build. She heard Chris's familiar voice shout from behind the mesh fence to find the red box, and continued her frantic search before spying it tucked in behind the much larger bin that most of the clothing of the Asian girls were being deposited in.

"You know Frank the undressing is the best part," Chris waxed philosophically to his employee as the group of them watched, "Because we are trained to see every naked woman as a pig, but when they have clothes on they are still women."

Kimberly scampered towards the red box, unbuttoning her blouse as she approach it. She stepped out of her shoes and dropped them, along with her purse, with a thud into the box, her blouse quickly landing atop them. She glanced to see if Chris was watching and saw him wave. She smiled at him and blushed, nervous, but more frightened of the prod then of being seen nude. She reasoned he had seen thousands of nude women - sows she corrected herself, so she was just one more to him, she hoped. She still couldn't figure out his fascination as she continued to undress, first her skirt then her bra, her stockings, and finally she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and lifted them over the curves of her hips and down her sleek thighs.

"I think its a shame that I wont be able to take them off in the bedroom in the usual manner," Chris continued in his observations to Frank, "But - Hey; I am sucker for women and I always want to give them what they want the most." He looked at Kimberly's nude form, her nervous expression so endearing in her vulnerability. He clapped his hands together in soft applause, calling out to her, "It's fun ain't it? Damn you have a nice body!"

"Th-thanks," Kimberly stuttered out a reply at his compliment, feeling the cold of the air, her fair skin goose pimpling. She sighed with disbelief, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him, before glancing around to see where she was supposed to go next. She mouthed the word 'where'? and held her hands up in a gesture of question.

Some of the newly created sows heard him talk to her and started trying to talk to him and the other workers to get their attention with Chinese and broken English.

"Damnit now they all thing they can talk to us and get away with it," Chris cursed, giving Frank a glance who nodded and took up his prod to enter the area. "Honey you are causing a morale problem just run along the yellow line," he directed.

Kimberly turned and began to follow the line through another passage, she could feel the herd starting to run against her their bare bodies pressing against her, she thought that Frank may be working the prod again. She swallowed a lump in her throat, chasing after the rest, her pert breasts bouncing with each frantic step.

The corridor got narrower and narrower until the herd was all pressed together. There is something holding the girls up in front while the ones behind continued to push. The air was filled with groans, cries and moans of the sows around her, the whole experience was very eye opening to Kimberly. The ceiling was getting lower and lower to the point where it was no longer possible to walk, forcing them to their hands and knees to crawl, pushing and bumping as they went. The body heat of the herd the only relief from the cold tiled floor and cool, damp air. As Kimberly bumped along she wondered if Chris could see her, and if he did, if he enjoyed having her like this.

The air was suddenly filled with short screams of surprise as a wall of the tunnel became glass and the herd passed alongside the meat locker where dozens of headless carcasses hung suspended by their ankles. The air here was colder still and the experience left most of the herd trembling with cold and anxiety. Kimberly wondered inwardly if the sights they beheld were to condition them all to getting used to the idea. She remembered reading somewhere it was to help make them all more docile and passive. Then she caught herself, reminding herself that it was to make the herd around her more passive. Nevertheless the whole experience left her quietly thoughtful as her mind digested the sights she beheld.

The sounds of motors running and whiff of warm air drew her attention back to the present as she followed the group out the chute to an open industrialized area. Each sow instinctively rose to her feet as soon as the ceiling allowed. They quickly found their hands pulled behind them and their wrists secured with a plastic pull-tie.
A large conveyor ran in stilted movements as each sow was lifted by her waist onto a waiting seat on the conveyor, her back to her destination. The glistening plastic rods that shot up from the seat that was Kimberly's destination and she groaned as she felt herself lifted off her feet by her slender waist and pressed down by her shoulders on it, the plastic dildo-like devices stretching and filling her bottom and sex. She arched her back for relief, trembling as her ankles were drawn apart and attached, one to each side to a bar running along under the conveyor. A button was pushed and the conveyor lurched onward as she witnessed another girl was set down after her, experiencing the same treatment from the impassive faced workers.

Kimberly tossed her head back, groaning and trembling trying to accommodate the plastic things inside her. "It's so deep," she groaned to herself. She noted that all of them were going into a single position after they were impaled, arching back, their heads up to allow their bottoms to be as open as possible for the glistening dildo like rods. She wondered what the glistening was, but didn't have long to wait to find out.

Kimberly heard a loud squeal, followed by a thud. She trembled turning her face to see what was happened. She heard voices growling with frustration, 'Damnit this one's ass tore wide open. These machines are not made for the assholes of these small Chinese girls. Oh well have to do her by hand, Frank will you kill her so she stops whimpering.' She mewed with sympathy at the thought of the poor sow, but had her attention pulled away as she noticed the things between her legs had begin to shudder and vibrate, forcing liquids into her innards.
Kimberly felt squishy inside her sex, but it was not long before the squishiness turned to cramps as her bottom was filled with whatever the liquid was. It leaked out around the rod in her sex, frothy and white, even as she grimaced and tossed her head back in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure inside her. A similar device was stretching down from the ceiling right down on top of her, it was rubber tipped and seeing the pictorial and written instructions on a placard on the wall, she obeyed and opened her mouth to receive it. She suckled it, feeling it pump several seconds some sort of rather bland tasting fluid into her mouth, pausing to allow her to swallow, before it continued. The cycle repeating itself over and over again as her cheeks puffed, her lips stretched around its circumference. Her green eyes swept around the area as much as she could, wondering if Chris was watching, part of her hoping he was and the other hoping he wasn't the position was so humiliating to her, but likely completely unremarkable to him or the other workers. After several moments she felt as if she would burst, the cramps in her abdomen were becoming worse, she groaned against the tube in her mouth. Her normally flat stomach was stretched and bulging as she was filled.

Suddenly, just as she thought she could endure no more, the pressure inside her sex and bottom began to decrease, even as the muscles of her abdomen spasmed. The fluid was slowly being drained and pumped out of her, she was feeling more like a sow than a woman.

As quickly as it began the tube in her mouth was withdrawn and the rods in her sex and bottom flipped her over. She had reached the end of the conveyor. The rods held her vertically but for a second before she easily slipped off them and she began to fall.

Kimberly cried out with fear and surprise, before she snapped to a stop, realizing that she was hanging by her ankles. She gasped, swaying and feeling disoriented. She was unable to do anything more than wriggle, her hands tied behind her back. She arched her back in an effort to see where she was going and spied a dark trough below her. Unable to control herself, the fluid she had been forced to ingest so much of was now making her sick. She began to shake violently, expelling it out of her faster than it had gone in. Gurgling and feeling weak, she heard a sound that reminded her of a carwash.

A pair of large spinning foam brushes enveloped her body, spinning and rumbling as warm soapy water splashed over her. She sputtered, trying to keep her mouth, closed, clenching her eyes tight as she was buffeted by several more pairs of exfoliating brushes, some of the soapy water forcing it's way into her mouth despite her best efforts, she endured the burning taste of the stuff until cold water hit her, rinsing the soap away and causing her skin to goose pimple up again. She yelped at the cold and opened her mouth, allowing the cold water to rinse it free of disgusting tastes that had assailed it.

The rinsing lasted only for a few moments leaving her dripping, cold and wet, the warm air of the dryers was a welcome relief as it blew the moisture off her skin. She bumped into the sow and in front of her and had another bump her that was immediately following her. She felt the floor begin to touch the back of her head as the overhead conveyor neared it's end, then the floor was at her shoulders and the ankle restraints released.

The same men that had placed her on the conveyor were there to meet her. They stood her up and snipped the plastic ties on her wrists, giving her a push in the direction of a long counter 'nothing fancy' the worker growled in her ear, 'Your heads are all going to be catfood anyway.' The revelation shocked her as she approached the counter where some of the sows with longer hair were brushing it into pony tails and tying them with elastics. Kimberly's bob only reached the bottom of her neck, but she seized a well-used brush and ran it through her damp locks, to at least keep it from her eyes and be presentable when it was time to get dressed and go home.

She caught her look in the mirror and felt a strange sense of freedom, a thrill even, thinking to herself that processing wasn't as bad as she had imagined it. Turning away from the counter, her taut bottom dimpling with each step, Kimberly followed the ever present yellow line, wondering what was next. The doorway she passed through next answered her question.

Kimberly came to 5 lines of sows, already lining up as per the ever present instructions on the walls and yellow lines on the floor. She selected a line and got into it straightening up from the cold and shuddering, the effect left her breasts pressed forward, ready to be presented to the inspector. She nearly jumped seeing the inspector for her line was the man that put her in this place, Chris. Strangely she didn't feel embarrassed, more elated with relief, and proud of her body. As the sow before her was finished her inspection, she smiled as she stepped up.

"Hi;" she said to Chris brightly. She was surprised by his lack of reaction, blinking rapidly. A picture illuminated over his shoulder showing a sow standing on the two feet drawn on the floor her legs wide. Chris jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the sign's direction, not speaking a word to her. Kimberly had come to understand the rules and pictorial codes and complied.

Her legs were spread wide but Chris did not seem interested in her obvious 'asset's as she would have thought them. Instead his rubber gloved fingers parted her lips and inspected her teeth and gums. "Hmmmm," he muttered, "Someone's been flossing like a good girl."
Kimberly grunted in response, feeling her mouth and lips explored by the latex tasting fingers. Quickly the fingers were withdrawn and dropped to her shoulders, and ran along arms then down to her flanks, feeling the toned muscles. He pinched her turgid nipples and lifted and weighed her breasts like he was checking produce. He released them unceremoniously letting them drop, as a second picture over his shoulder illuminated and Kimberly complied, turning to bend at the waist and allow him to inspect the rest of her.
She felt his finger slide into her sex, testing the thickness and tone as he pinched it gently between the finger and his thumb. The inspection of her fillet was quickly over and her bottom was gripped, eliciting a grunt from her. A Calliper was applied to her bottom, giving her a pinch as her fat percentage was taken. The pinch did not last long as the device was set aside and some sort of tape measure was applied to measure the width of her bottom, her thighs, her knees, her ankles and the ratio of distance between each.
"Hmmmm, good ratios," Chris mused, "No disfigurements," he smacked her bottom and commanded her to stand up. "Ok hon, I'm going to stamp you now," he said, his voice coming back after practically ignoring her. Kimberly's eyes went wide, feeling the stamp applied to her rump before her wrists were gathered and retied with butcher's twine.
"Alright, I have to finish these inspections so into the pen with you," he turned her around and smiled at her, pointing to the end of the line, the pen where he had started the tour.

Kimberly nodded in reply, swallowing, not wanting to talk and create another 'morale' problem as she had before. She didn't want any of the sows, or her to get another zap from those prods!

Entering the back of the pen, she took a spot on her knees and felt a hand on her neck directing her down like all the others. Her breasts were 34b in size, which was at least average among the sows she was placed with, or even on the larger side, but to Western eyes, she supposed, she was no milker.

She could hear that the area where Chris had shown off his skills was much busier. Turning her face to one side in an attempt to see, she saw that some of the girls that were on the floor when she entered the pen were waiting in a short line to be guillotined. Her eyes fluttered, fascinated at how quickly things went.

The girls from Hong Kong were already begun to be rendered at the tables, their parts being tossed into the auto-packager to softly drop into steel bins on the opposite side. The sounds of the guillotine blade rising and falling made her cringe and she looked around nervously for Chris.
She felt a hand on the back of her neck compelling her up and began to smile and speak before she realized it wasn't Chris that was directing her, it was his employee Frank compelling her towards the line of the guillotine!
"Hey! Wait...Chris said...ask Chris...I'm not a sow..." she protested, her heart racing as she glanced about for him. The line was getting shorter, she could not see him anywhere, and the staff were ignoring anything she had to say.

Her turn came on the guillotine as she felt herself forced to kneel down on the cold steel grate, quivering with fear as the lunette clicked around her slender neck. "Oh please no!" she sobbed, her mouth gaping as she felt twine double-looped around her ankles then knotted snug. A hook was placed to haul her up after her beheading. The chute before her face dropped into a darkened trap door, spattered with red. Her heart racing and her chest heaving with fear she heard a voice. 'Hey; where is Kimberly?' There was a pause as she heard Chris' voice get closer, 'Hey Sal, hand me that sow, I have special plans for her.'

'Oh sorry boss,' came the reply as she felt the twine snipped from her ankles and the lunette raised.
Chris grabbed Kimberly by the hair and chuckled, "That was close huh?" he said tugging her up, "Let's get you out of there."

Kimberly felt a hand reaching under her arm helping her to her feet as she glanced at the red stained blade poised menacingly above her. Her heart raced and she felt dizzy as Chris lead her from the backroom.

"That was too close Chris!" she sputtered, finally finding her voice. "I was almost turned into parts!" she continued to protest, her eyes wide. He had called her a 'sow' to the worker, is that what he saw her as now? Was that what he had always seen her as? Was he just speaking in the jargon of the meat department to a worker? Was she a sow? She felt like one after the processing. Her mind raced as she tried to consider it, but was given no time to.

"You're fine," he said, dismissing her concerns. Snipping the cords from her wrists he placed her beside the Norwegian blonde.

She spied the clock and realized it had only been 20 minutes she had been out front of the counter, the thought stunned her that she could have been back out front as parts that quickly!

"Okay Kim, assume the position next to Blondie," Chris directed.

Kimberly swallowed nervously, still rattled by the close call from the guillotine, the reality of her situation fully setting in. "Okay Chris," she gave the blonde sow a look again, thinking of the cuts she would receive when she won.

"We' re lucky she's still alive and not a bunch of pork chops or our bet would be screwed" the butcher said laughing and slapping the blonde's bottom.

"Y-yes," she smiled nervously, glancing at him sideways, amazed he was completely unfazed by her so recent near processing.

"Okay Kim, grab your ankles and put your ass up," he directed. "I have a department to run."

Kimberly nodded and turned, bending at the waist, doing as instructed. She felt very vulnerable and unsure about their bet after the close call only a moment before.

"Nice;" Chris smiled, placing his hands on his hips and hissing out a compliment as he surveyed his display.

"Th-thanks," she stammered, looking through the strands of her hair before her eyes, "I'm glad you like me." She could feel her face flushing as much from being on display as from her unusual position.

"It's a matter if the customers like you, and guess what Kim?" he asked, not waiting for a reply, but dropping his voice, "Here come some now. They look like they could be some of your students."

"What?!" she asked, her face filled with fear, turning to look at him. "Some of my students are in the store," she hissed in protest.

"Maybe I'll get them a batch of fried nipple nuggets," he smiled down at her. "I wonder if they'll recognize you by your ass alone?" he mused thoughtfully. "-But don't worry, I think you're safe. I mean you look pretty with clothes on, but your naked ass is something completely different - better!"

"Hi guys!" he called out to the group of students, "Come get some free samples," he waived them over, turning his face to Kimberly as he did so, "Ok Kim don't turn around. You don't want to show them your face."

Kimberly's breath caught, not believing he was inviting them over! "Chris," she hissed a protest, keeping her face down towards the floor.

"So guys you want to take one of these hams home?" he asked, as the group got close enough to see his display of meat.

Kimberly's eyes went wide at the invitation Chris offered, frightened that he was serious.

"They are really nice," one of the male student said in reply.

"They are; aren't they?" Chris said with a sweeping gesture, "Which sow would you choose?"

Kimberly desperately tried to place the student's voice as a chorus of other opinions chimed in. Her heart was pounding as she hoped that she wasn't recognized, or worse - sold.

Chris stepped closer to the pair on display. "Now guys, these are prime roasters. As you can see by their nice lines and tone," his hand grazed the blonde's rump, running over it as it gave his lesson in meat buying. "- And you can see here, the cut of the fillet," he stepped around to Kimberly's side, running the tip of his gloved pinkie along the slit of her meaty wedge. "See how it purses? Thick and full, but still firm and tight -that's a fillet fit for a king, " he nodded and withdrew the pointing finger, resting a hand casually on the top of Kimberly's rump. "Are guys you going to a party this weekend? Do you need a roaster?" he said, pitching the sale.

Kimberly listened to the jokes and chatter from the students her heart was pounding. She pressed her face into her shins and tucked behind her wrists, hoping they didn't see her. She felt a sliver of pride at his professional assessment of her body, but it was tempered by the terrifying thought of being sold as a sow. She wondered if they were going to buy her, or try to, it would get her out of her current predicament, even if she had to buy Chris a drink. Maybe they would buy the blonde and get her the free meat. She wondered how the sow felt about that. Becoming one had certainly opened her eyes. Almost becoming one - she corrected herself. She licked her lips not sure what she wanted to hear from the students. Then finally she heard that they didn't want to buy a whole roaster, but would love some free samples. Taking deep breaths, her breasts trembling, as they were pressed upward on her chest by gravity, she listened as he continued to talk with the group cheerfully.

Chris stepped away from his roasters, disappointed that he didn't win his bet the first time out. As he removed feathered breast meat from the display counter he folded the meat with practiced ease, skewering each piece on toothpick and arranging them on a paper plate for them. There was a chorus of gratitude and jokes as the pack of teens moved off.

Kimberly waited until she was sure no one was within ear shot, before she turned her flushed face to look up at him, "Chris," she hissed, not sure what she wanted to say, but she certainly felt helpless in her predicament. "What would you have done had they wanted to buy me?"

"Then I would have won the bet," he smiled simply. "Now quiet down, sows aren't supposed to talk. Stay put like Blondie there," he directed. He glanced at the clock. "It's almost one o'clock and I haven't had my lunch break so I'm going to take it. Be a good sow and I'll be back in half an hour or so," he smiled reassuringly.

"Chris?!" Kimberly continued to protest, even being called a sow wasn't as bad as him leaving her again!

"Ah!" he said, raising a stern finger, directing her to be quiet, "Don't cause a morale problem with Blondie here. I said I'll be back. You'll be fine until then." he looked at her firmly, before sticking his head behind the door to the back, calling for the worker, Sal. When he emerged, he asked him to watch the counter while he went for lunch. Sal, his face impassive, took his spot behind the counter, leaving Kimberly and Blondie in their positions.

Kimberly continued to hold her ankles, her face down, looking at the world, particularly the back of the butcher's counter, upside down. She heard Sal serving others, and the occasional comments directed their way. There were several jokes, and a few compliments spoken to Sal as they kept their places. She couldn't believe she was holding this position as long as she was, musing about Chris treating her like a sow. She wondered after all his compliments to her and wanting a date how he could be so clinical with her. When he inspected her, she was completely available and other than doing what was required he didn't seem his flirtaeous self at all. Now that he had her clothes, was she more of a sow and less of a woman to him? Her mind turned these questions over and over again, even as she sighed and waited, becoming less self-conscious and more bored. No one had seemed to have recognized her, or shown any serious interest in buying either of them. She was getting thirsty standing like she was, and the air temperature sent chills through her every time she thought of it.
It was kind of insulting, she wondered if she really was as delectable looking as Chris had convinced her she was. Just as she was scrunching up her toes to relieve some of the strain in her shapely calves, Chris reappeared.

"How's it coming Kim?" he asked after Sal had disappeared into the back. "Very nice lines," he commented again, running hand up from the back of her knee to the top of her rump.

"F-fine," she stuttered, feeling the hand, and growing more accustomed to his viewing of her. She wanted to ask him if that's how he had always thought of her, but then again, she reasoned, he was still talking to her and ignoring 'Blondie' as he called her.

"That's good, I'm surprised you haven't sold yet. Still there's hope!" he beamed though, still holding her pose, she could not see his expression. "That fillet sure would look good with a spit through it;" he cooed, gently tapping and smoothing Kimberly's sex lips, absent-mindly. He thought for a moment, feeling badly for her as she waited and decided to help her pass the time. "You really are prime," he said, pressing two fingers through the crease of her sex, he felt a tremble go through her and paused for a moment before continuing, letting the fingers slide in to the knuckle of his hand before curling them back, and tugging at the ribbing of her cervix. He heard a sharp intake of breath and knew he had found the spot. "Like that?" he smiled, seeing her sex glisten. Half-cocking his head he smiled down at her, seeing her flush and feeling her skin warm. "This always makes a sow relax," he explained, continuing to pull and stroke the ribbing of her inner ring. Before long he saw her clitoris peek from beneath it's hood. It always happened he mused to himself inwardly.

Kimberly was flustered by his casual intrusion and the comment about the spit was alarming but was as quickly forgotten. -At least for now he was showing her some of the implied interest he had, until now, not done. Was she a woman, or a sow now? Or a sow just for now?
An odd expression of question appeared on Kimberly's face. She wasn't sure what he was doing but it was incredible. Her face contorted as she felt the insistent fingers tugging and stroking her insides, the sensation was curious and wonderful at the same time. She closed her eyes, relenting to the pleasure, relaxing despite herself. She decided she would be a good sow for Chris, in fact for now at least, she was one. It was actually quite freeing she told herself, she could never stand nude in a grocery as a woman. His fingers felt so good. Occasionally he would pull away to serve a customer, before the now familiar and wonderful fingers would return, making her quiver, gasp, and struggle to stay in one place. She was a sow! This just couldn't end!

He continued to talk to her in low, hypnotic murmurs, telling her what a good sow she was in between talking absently about his stock and trade and her current place like he was talking to a pet. He was enjoying orgasms in this one.
"I really don't understand it," he continued, his thoughts cutting through her haze "It's the perfect day for a barbeque and whole roasters are even on sale today." He shook his head, puzzled.

"Ya?" Kimberly croaked, craning her head to look at him with surprise. "You didn't tell me that;" she said in agonized whispers of pleasure.

"Oh ya, I thought you knew when you came into the store," he said, matter of factly, continuing to pluck and pull at her inner ring. "-It went out in yesterday's flyer. Hold on," he said not noticing the effect of the sale on her demeanour. He stepped to the counter for a moment and brought it back, the paper rustling as he folded the page out and putting it down on the floor next to her face. "Here it is," he pointed, kneeling beside her. The advertisement displayed a spitted girl roasting over a pit with a slash through the regular price of $125 and marked down on special to $100. "You're on special today," he stroked her hair affectionately, struck by the humour of the situation.

"Chris, what are you doing to me?" she asked mystified, still drunk from his manipulations. She tried to look up at him, but he had snatched the flyer and stood up. She sensed something immediately changed as Chris shifted, sliding away from her side.

"Shhh Kim, the store owner is coming, if he finds out you've been pretending to be a sow, I'll get fired and you'll end up processed;" he hissed out of the side of his mouth before turning his attention away from her.

Kimberly immediately went silent, pressing her lips together and listening intensely, she was relaxed despite the revelation she could be processed. 'What was the owner doing in on a Saturday? 'Didn't he work enough the rest of the week?' she asked inwardly, somewhere in the recesses of her mind something was about that was bad, but it didn't seem to matter too much, it was actually kind of a thrill to fool the owner.

"Hey Chris, how's things today?" Mr. Blake asked, through his black rimmed spectacles. The heavy-set man was in his mid-fifties and wearing a casual button down shirt and slacks.

"Doing great today Mr. Blake, "Business is good," Chris smiled over the counter as his boss peered into the glass display counter between them.

"Good, good," the owner nodded absently, continuing to study and think as he examined product.

"Need some meat today?" Chris interjected helpfully, hoping that's all that it was, he wanted to get his boss taken care of and out of there as quickly as possible.

"Yes, Chris, yes," he continued to nod looking up. "We're having a family picnic, my wife's family," he added in explanation. "I need something for it."

"A whole roast?" Chris asked glancing at the pair of examples just down the from him.

"No, no, nothing that large," the owner said shaking his head. "Just something to take along as pot luck. I've got some fresh rolls and fixings for sandwiches," he said, referring to his cart. "I need something to put on the buns."

"Ground meat for burgers?" Chris asked, shifting to open the sliding glass on one side of the counter.

"No, cold cuts, that way they're already cold, they can be eaten whenever someone wants them," Mr. Blake said, looking back at the sliced meat on display. Having not yet made his decision he asked absently. "How's the roaster sale going anyway?"

Chris shrugged, "Not as well as I hoped. I don't understand it, it's great day for a barbeque," he said almost apologetically.

"Well," Mr. Blake said, checking his watch, "Hopefully we sell a few before it's too late to start one for supper. Let's see what you have on display anyway," he directed Chris, walking down the counter to look at Kimberly and the blonde. He always made a point of knowing what was going on in all of his departments, that's why his business was so successful.

Kimberly's heart beat with excitement as she heard Chris mention 'whole roast' and hearing the footsteps coming their way.

"Good looking cuts from this side," Mr. Blake nodded, walking around to the end of the counter and standing at the gate. "Stand them up."

Chris complied, ordering the pair to stand up, which they did, standing stark still, as Chris firmly drew their hands behind their backs to push their breasts out as was custom in this sort of display.

Kimberly's heart pounded as she did as she was directed, staring straight ahead but thinking of anything but what was in her direct line of sight. She watched Chris and the owner out of the corners of her eyes.

"Good looking meat," Mr. Blake said, stepping further behind the counter and raising his glasses off his nose to examine them. He squinted as he looked the pair over, not touching, not wanting to violate health codes and force a second washing, running the washer cost money. "This one looks excited," he motioned to Kimberly with a smile.

"She's a good looking sow," Chris nodded in response to his boss. Chris stepped behind Kimberly to cup and lift her breasts for closer inspection.

Kimberly could feel the man's eyes and breath on her naked skin as he looked over her back and then her front, but she didn't care, she felt wonderful by Chris' attentions.

"Well you're doing a great job here Chris, I don't know why they haven't sold," he reassured his meat manager, trying to keep up team spirit.

"Me either," Chris shrugged, and smiled at the compliment.
Mr. Blake checked his watch again, then looked at the clock on the wall. He seemed to have come to a decision. "Alright Chris, I'll take them both," he forked his fingers and waived them in the general direction of Kimberly and the blonde's chests.

"Both roasters?" Chris asked confused.

"No, no," Mr. Blake guffawed. "Just the breasts. I'm the store owner, I can't show up with anything but the freshest. Just lop them off and slice them for me, some shaved and some thick," he nodded, folding his arms.

"Sure, right away," Chris nodded dutifully, turning and seizing some twine from a spool behind him. He cut pieces to secure the pair's wrists.

Still in a dream-like state, Kimberly allowed her wrists to be bound up in a double loop as Chris had done at her grading. With her breasts thrust out and flushed pink from her recent orgasms, she followed Chris and the blonde back into the rear area.

"I'll go with you," Mr. Blake volunteered, following after Kimberly as Chris led the blonde by her elbow.

Chris glanced at the brown-haired sow, their bet was obviously off, but she was taking it well.

Arriving at the breast cleaver, Chris eyed up the blonde's height and snapped up the ball stabilizer that would rest in her fillet as he lined her up. The rod pressed between the blonde's folds and seated itself properly. Chris adjusted the cleaver and its shelf by hydraulic contols before they pillowed the full breasts up nicely. Taking her by the back of the neck to hold her forward he reached up with the other hand and quickly brought he blade down and back up again. The two breasts fell easily away, landing atop the steel prep table the breast cleaver was attached to.

Kimberly watched the blonde's expression, she had barely even reacted, looking straight ahead with only the slightest look of concern on her face. Snapping the bar down from between her legs, Chris drew her free, directing her into the hands of a waiting Frank, the worker was especially efficient when Blake was around.

Chris glanced at his boss before taking Kimberly by the elbow and holding her up to the cleaver, spreading her legs before snapping the bar into place, its ball touching the underside of now exposed clitoris. A shiver went through Kimberly as the steel rod touched her warm fillet, parting, and holding her in place. Chris adjusted the shelf again, the hydraulics hissing as air was released and added to get the proper height, pushing up and pillowing Kimberly's breasts on the shelf. Taking the back of her slender neck in his thick hand he held her steady. Seizing the handle he brought the blade down with finality.

Kimberly felt the sharp, deep, bite of steel at the base of her breasts. She gasped her eyes flying open as her breasts fell away, landing with a 'plop' on the table below. She glanced down, one of her breasts had landed pointing upward, the tight nipple still quivering. She heard someone say 'okay, pop this one for me' and then a tugging on her arm as she was lead away. The room seemed a myriad of images and unusually bright as she instinctively tried to look back at Chris, her eyes filled with stunned question. She was kneeling down now, something was holding her neck and her ankles were being pulled together. There was a click and rushing sound in her ears before all went black...

"Those will do fine," Mr. Blake nodded as Chris gathered the four breasts onto a tray to carry them to a meat slicer.

"I'll feather the meat of the smaller ones," he said, glancing at his boss for signs of objections before turning on machine, the round blade quietly began to whir. He tore off a piece of wax paper and set it below the blade to catch the cuts before placed the breast against the angled surface. With practiced ease, he began to quickly shave the tender meat into near transparent slices. A pile of cold cuts formed on the wax paper. Both were completeed in no time before he began to slice the larger ones into thicker slices. The nipples were kept to be breaded and deep fried in the store's deli.

Finishing, he bagged the meat into translucent wax paper bags, weighing and labelling them before handing them over to his boss and wishing him a good day.

"These ones are prime; you want them packaged?" Frank asked, approaching his boss from behind after Blake was gone.

Chris turned, still smiling, and glanced at the two breastless sows hanging over the grate in the back of the processing area. They were rapidly turning pale as they drained. "Nah," Chris said after a second's thought, "Process them and put them in the counter out front," he said, washing his hands wiping them on a clean rag.

Content his directions were being followed, Chris returned out front to his counter, polishing it up and checking the meat, noting what needed stocking up. After a few moments a familiar customer approached, smiling, he turned on the charm.
"Hey Lynne, how's the most beautiful customer in the store?" he smiled at the pretty blonde as she pushed her cart up to the counter.

She giggled at his compliment, before asking him what he had today for a romantic dinner for two. Just then Frank appeared at the door with a tray of fresh, unpackaged cuts.

"You're in luck," Chris smiled, "I've got some prime cuts in and they're going for select price," he nodded as Frank began to carefully place the meat on the various trays inside the counter.

"You're just too good to your customers Chris, I can't pass this chance up," she smiled, looking at the fillets as were added to the display tray to one side of the butcher. "If those are prime, I'll take those," she nodded, pointing to her selection.

"Excellent choice, real beauties," he praised, removing the pair of fillets and wrapping them in brown paper, weighing and labelling them before handing them to her to deposit into her cart. Smiling and wishing her a good day, Chris went back to tending his counter...

Carnie - Tits and Ass (A story from the website Carnal Consummations. Carnie does excellent stories, some of which are about breast removal/eating.)

“So, you still haven’t told me,” Marguerite said to her companion Cassandra as they finished their salads on the dining terrace of Place des Filles. “On what will we be dining tonight?”

Cassandra smiled, her eyes twinkling, and she patted her lips with a cloth napkin and then signaled over Marguerite’s shoulder.

At her signal, the tableside chef wheeled a metal cart up to the table. On it was a girl, a buxom dark-haired girl with a pageboy bob. Though her breasts were squished flat against the cold metal, they seemed to be quite plump. Her ass was very well-formed, too, a classic “bubble butt.”

The girl was strapped firmly to the table, with a ball gag in her mouth. The Place des Filles had its own custom designed gags, with the outside of the ball designed to look like a juicy red apple.

“Oh, what is this?” Marguerite asked, waving her salad fork at the prone figure.

It would take far too long to roast the captive girl for their current meal, Marguerite knew, but the image of the apple excited her appetite, as it was meant to.

“My niece, Cassie,” she said smiling. “Named after me, in fact. I loaned my brother money to help her enroll in college. Only she did not seem to enjoy going to her classes. When she flunked out, her father asked if I’d be interested in ‘repossessing’ her, so to speak, in lieu of repayment.”

“Very nice,” Marguerite said. “But I don’t suppose we’ll be eating her alive, will we? I wouldn’t have worn my nice pantsuit if I’d known things would get messy.”

“Now, I wouldn’t spring something like that on you,” Cassandra said. “Live food can be an interesting challenge, but I know one must be in the proper state of mind. No, you see, my brother is a little soft-hearted, and he made me swear that I would not dispatch his darling little girl at once.”

“So, are we to simply feast our eyes while our stomachs grow ever hungrier?”

“Not at all,” Cassandra said. She nodded at the chef. “Henri?”

“Oui, madame,” Henri said, and he whistled.

The chef’s assistant hurried over, dragging a large round grill on wheels. He moved it carefully, as it was already full of hot coals. A metal griddle covered one half of it. Once the grill was positioned tableside, the assistant took a bottle of olive oil from the shelf beneath the metal table and coated the griddle portion. It began heating.

“I thought we’d try something new I’ve devised,” Cassandra said. “When I explained it to Henri, he was most enthusiastic.”

“Mais oui,” Henri said, nodding. “Madame Cassandra’s little brain-waves always have such interesting results.”

He and his assisstant unstrapped Cassie and rebound her arms behind her, then positioned her so that she was crouching with her legs were tucked up painfully beneath her. They resecured her at the edge of the table, perched like an unusually pretty gargoyle at the edge of a roof, her breasts hanging out in space and her curvy ass sticking out behind her.

“Gag in or out, Madame?” Henri asked.

“Out, I think,” Cassandra said. She gave a mirthful glance to Marguerite. “Let’s hear what my young niece has to say for herself.”

“Aunt Cassandra, please!” Cassie pleaded as soon as Henri’s assistant had removed the gag. “I’ll pay you back!”

“I daresay she will, Sandra,” Marguerite said, licking her lips. “Are we having tit, then?”

“But of course,” Cassandra said as Henri began to delicately brush Cassie’s breasts with butter and oil, stopping periodically to sprinkle pepper or crushed herbs.

“Wouldn’t it have made more sense to bring her out during the appetizers so we wouldn’t have to wait?” Marguerite said.

“Just wait,” Cassandra said. “We won’t be hungry for long.”

“I’ll go back to college!” Cassie said. “I’ll do anything! I’ll be your slave!”

“You already are, you silly girl,” Cassandra said. “And this is what I choose to do with my slave. If you’d paid more attention in school, you might understand that this is how things work.”

“Are the coals ready?” Henri asked the assistant.

“Oui, oui, monsieur,” the assistant said, giving a little bow. Henri gestured and he moved around to the back of the cart and began to move it forward while the chef lifted the girl’s prepared breasts up so they would not scrape on the side of the grill

Cassie felt the heat hitting her sensitive and delicate flesh as she was moved into position over the grill. She only had a moment to fully appreciate the intensity before Henri released her and her breasts flopped down on the grill. Waves of unimaginable pain shot through her as her buttered flesh began to sizzle.

She sobbed uncontrollably, which only made her chest heave, increasing the agony as her breasts rubbed against the hot metal bars.

“Those will take a while to cook,” Marguerite said, her mouth watering as she watched the plump breasts sizzling away, as the smell began to waft over. “You seemed to be implying we’d have something else to eat in the mean time.”

“In a minute,” Cassandra said. “I want her to have some time to acclimate to the sensation of her flesh cooking so she doesn’t miss out on the experience of the next bit.

“Auntie, please!” Cassie begged.

“Please, what?” Cassandra said. “If we stop now, you’ll be disfigured for no purpose at all.”

“What’s Henri doing now?” Marguerite asked, watching the chef chopping garlic and leeks on a cutting board at the back of the prep table while his assistant brushed more butter onto Cassie’s cooking breasts and moved them around on the uncovred half of the grill.

“He’s getting the next course ready,” Cassandra said. “A little something to tide us over while we wait for my niece’s tits to be ready.”

“Aaaugh!” Cassie moaned as her flesh continued to sizzle away.
She’d started to lose feeling in parts of her breast. The pain was most intense with her nipples, which were not in direct contact with the metal. She got new pain every time her body shifted or the assistant prodded or turned her breasts. Her flesh, her meat, was cooking. She could smell it. She could feel it.

“I think it should be about time, Henri,” Cassandra said.

“Oui, Madame,” Henri said, handing the plate with the chopped vegetables to his assistant who took them over to the other side of the grill, where the olive oil was already hot. They began to simmer as he poured them in.

Henri disappeared from view beneath the prep table and came up with a carving knife and fork and a shallow pan with some liquid in it.

He brandished the implements, then stuck the fork into the side of one of Cassie’s buttocks. She screamed louder than ever and he began to carve off a thin cut off flesh, using the fork to guide his knife. Though well-restrained, Cassie was hardly still, but he went slowly and his hands were steady.

“So thin,” Marguerite said, admiring the chef’s skill.

“They will cook quickly this way,” Henri said. His knife expertly guided the shaving of ass into the pan.

“What’s that?” Marguerite asked.

“A marinade of dilute balsamic,” Henri said. He nodded t Cassandra. “Madame’s idea.”

“I thought it would be unlikely to overwhelm the flavor of her meat,” Cassandra said as Henri carved a slice off Cassie’s other cheek. He went back and forth twice more until there were six thin but generously sized slices of the girl’s ass ready in the dressing.

He looked to Cassandra.

“I’m sure that will suffice,” Cassandra said. “Proceed.”

Henri carried the pan over to the grill, setting it on a small shelf. While his assistant continued to expertly tend Cassie’s cooking breasts, Henri began to flip the slices of ass onto the other side where they sizzled among the oil and the garlic and leeks.

“I wanted to make sure you could watch this, Cassie,” Cassandra said. “Perhaps you didn’t understand what I meant when I told you that if you didn’t pull your act together, your ass would be mine. I hope the lesson isn’t lost on you.”

“That smells so good,” Marguerite said.

It didn’t take long at all for the thin slices to cook through on the hot metal griddle, and Henri presented each of the ladies with a plate containing three quick-seared slices of ass with a small amount of steamed vegetables on the side.

“Shall we?” Marguerite asked, raising her knife and fork.

“Please, after you,” Cassandra said. “I would like an unbiased opinion of my culinary experiment.”

“You expect me to be unbiased when I can smell her sweet young tits sizzling away?” Marguerite said. “Well, very well.” She cut off a piece of the meat and raised her fork to her mouth. She closed her eyes as the flavor of the piping hot meat seemed to melt into her tongue. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “My God, Cassandra… you and Henri both have outdone yourselves.”

“Thank you,” Cassandra said, taking up her own utensils and trying first-hand the results of her inspiration. She was a careful, dainty eater, and she watched the pain-and-fear contorted face of her niece in between bites, sipping at her wine.

Marguerite, on the other hand, couldn’t eat her ass fast enough.

“This is just superb,” she said. “Cassandra, dear, I hope you’ll invite me over whenever you plan on consuming the rest of this sweet young thing.”

Cassandra laughed.

“Oh, I think you’ll have plenty of chances to sample Cassie’s charms,” Cassandra said. “My brother was such a boor about extracting my promise to keep her alive that I intend to honor the letter of it for as long as I can. Dear Cassie will feed us in bits and bites for a long time.”

She took another bite of the fragrantly flavored ass-meat, and then said, “But, dear Cassie, let’s have some dinner conversation. Tell us, what were you studying?”

Cassie said nothing but another inarticulate cry as the assistant prodded her breasts around.

“Well, if you’re not going to use your tongue I may as well just have it out,” Cassandra said. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, young lady.”

“Art!” Cassie said with a gasp. “I was studying… aaah!… art. Please, Auntie, it hurts.”

“Art,” Cassandra said ruefully. She sipped her wine.

“Well, I think she’s come to about the best end an art major can hope for, in this economy,” Marguerite said. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe when I’m finished with her, I’ll incorporate some parts of her into a sculpture,” Cassandra said. “Would you like that, Cassie?”

“Aaaaaah!” Cassie moaned.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cassandra said.

“You know, I think those puppies have got to be just about done,” Marguerite said.

“I think I’ll trust Henri’s judgment,” Cassandra said.

“Madame’s companion has a most attentive eye,” Henri said. “They are very nearly so.” He began cleaning off his carving knife and fork. “It will be a matter of minutes.”

“So, how’s your ex-husband?” Marguerite asked.

“Delicious,” Cassandra said.

“What was he thinking, letting the Society arbitrate your divorce?” Marguerite asked, laughing. “Didn’t he know that you are the Society.”

“Flatterer,” Cassandra said.

“I can’t wait to hear what you did with that sow he married,” Marguerite said. “How did you dispose of her?”

“Oh, she’s still alive,” Cassandra said.

“No!”

“Though perhaps ‘cow’ would be a better term than ’sow’ at this point,” Cassandra said. “I keep her out in the barn and pay her a visit whenever I’m feeling down… or, you know, bored.”

“Cassandra, you are horrible,” Marguerite said, laughing. “I hope I never end up on your shit list.”

“That’s a vulgar phrase, but in this case apt: everybody on my list ends up as shit,” Cassandra said. “I do believe you’re about to get your entree.”

“Oui, oui,” Henri said. He undid the bindings on Cassie’s back and pulled her torso upright, then refastened them. His assistant handed him a pair of heavy plates, which he slipped beneath Cassie’s breasts. The assistant then began wheeling the cart back away from the grill while Henri followed, keeping the cooked breasts—now covered with lines scorched by the grill—supported by the plates.

“Will you be carving at the table, Henri?” Marguerite asked with interest as they wheeled Cassie closer. The assistant undid a lock at the bottom of the wheeled prep table and the top began to descend with a pneumatic hiss. He stopped it when it was at the right level for the girl’s breasts to rest upon the dining table.

“Non,” Henri said. “I will not be carving at all.”

“I thought we could move our chairs around and get up close and personal with my dear niece,” Cassandra said. “Since she will be my guest for quite a while.”

“Wonderful!” Marguerite said, losing no time in scooting her chair around towards the plate with the steaming round mound of tasty girl flesh. “Do you mind if I just dig in? I’m ravenous.”

“Go right ahead,” Cassandra said.

Marguerite picked up her fork and steak knife and immediately began cutting a thick slice off the end of her breast, which she transferred to her plate and began to cut into smaller pieces, popping each one in her mouth as she did.

It was delicious. Henri was a genius when it came to girl-flesh. His seasonings always complimented the unique taste of the meat. They never overshadowed it.

The girl could feel nothing but some pressure where her breasts were connected to her chest as Marguerite continued to tear ravenously into her breast.

Cassandra watched Marguerite devouring her meal for a while, enjoying the site of somebody taking such pleasure in the flesh of another.

She then took her own knife and very carefully stuck it in at the edge of the areola, cutting in a circle to slice off the entire areola and nipple with a little rounded mound of cooked flesh behind it. She then sliced this in half, and held a piece of it up to Cassie’s reddened face.

“Taste,” she said. “Eat.” She pushed it into Cassie’s mouth, and the girl obediently chewed. “How is it?”

It took a couple tries before Cassie could manage to swallow the morsel, her mouth and throat were so dry from the hot air off the grill.

“Good,” she croaked. “It’s…. it’s good.”

Cassandra ate her half of the nipple.

“It’s excellent,” she said. She took up her knife again and began carving a dainty portion off Cassie’s plump cooked breast. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, niece of mine.”

Marguerite’s pace slowed as her belly filled, and by the time Cassandra had carved her half of the girl’s chest down to the ribs, Marguerite was mostly pushing the last bits of meat around on her plate.

“I’m stuffed,” she said. “But it’s so good.”

“We’ll have it wrapped up for you,” Cassandra said. “Henri!”

“Oui, Madame?” Henri said, hurrying over.

“Would you please take my niece to get cleaned up and dressed for traveling, and have Marguerite’s leftovers wrapped up.”

“Will that be all?” Henri asked.

Cassandra looked at Cassie appraisingly.

“What do you think, little one?” she asked. “Have you suffered enough for one day?”

Cassie nodded eagerly.

“Very well, then,” Cassandra said. “We’ll give you a bit of a treat, instead. I think I’ll introduce you to the farm dogs.” She looked to Henri. “Henri, while she’s in the kitchen, would you please chop off her toes and the fingers of her left hand so she has some treats to give them?”

“Of course, Madame,” Henri said, nodding. He motioned to the assistant, who began wheeling the wailing Cassie back towards the restaurant.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Marguerite said.

“Yes, this should be very fun, indeed.”

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Again, I hope none of the authors mind me posting these stories here. They're all so good, I just had to share them with other people who love (to remove/destroy/eat) breasts.

take a rusty razor blade and slowly cut ONE breast off, take all the tissue and fat out of the breast and while she bleeds fill it up like a cup and make her drink it, after that take a torch and burn the nipple off the other breast then take a branding iron and push it into the burn, then take the rusty razor and slowly cut that breast off and eat it.

Lot's of barbed hooks on wires and slowly draw the breasts out, sort of like quartering only into many more directions,and pieces.

How about a debreasting Rube Goldberg machine?