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I don't care for the title, but I couldn't think of anything better.

My usual disclaimers apply: snuff, cooking, vore. Trying to focus more on anatomical feature

specific to the subjects of the story (as in types of tails, etc), as I feel that I've neglected such

details in the past to the point where the species of characters in many of my stories could be

completely changed with no noticable difference in content. Let me know if you think that I

was sucessful -- that is, if you care for this type of story at all.

Special thanks to Taxus for some of the ideas used herin.

It was harvest time.

For professional farmers it meant many weeks of extensive work, but

for one little piglet girl who tended a fairly simple garden the labor

only lasted for a few days. Still, it wasn't easy working out in the

hot sun tending to the ripened vegetables and sorting them all away for

hours at a time.

Julianne wasn't the most attractive of piglet girls, but she wasn't

hideous either. She was noticeably plump, even to the point of being

fat, but not so much that it made her grotesque. It was really sort of

a pleasant plumpness to her, which matched her face: pleasant. Not

striking, not homely, just pleasantly plain.

The piglet's outfit wasn't exactly glamorous either, but then it was

tailored for function, not style. She wore a simple skirt, tattered

from frequent grinding against the ground when she knelt, a plain cloth

shirt that was sparse enough to keep her as cool as possible in the hot

weather but large enough to give her ample modesty, and a large-brimmed

sun hat so that her eyes would not be so fatigued from her time outside.

Despite the piglets relatively plain appearance and dress, her

presence was still of great interest to a wolf who watched, unnoticed,

nearby.

Finding a quiet spot well within the shadows, Vincent had taken to

watching Julianne's work for the past few days. He had a special

appreciation for her figure, in spite of what some might consider

imperfections. He often enjoyed when her back was turned and she leaned

forward to root out deeply-buried produce, giving the wolf a good look

at her well-rounded rump through her undergarments. He'd also enjoyed

when she stood to take a breath of air and pause from her work, as she

would stretch her body out and her bosoms would jiggle so attractively.

Today, however, was different. Vincent suspected that Julianne's work

would be finished today. For that reason the wolf decided that he would

make his move today.

Julianne lifted her head up and started to stand to lift a basket of

squash when she saw him looking her over, standing right in front of

her, his arms crossed and a pleasant smile across his face. He was

rather handsome, even if dressed in a simple outfit, and so Julianne's

surprise was not terribly unsettling. She gave a somewhat sheepish

smile and greeted her visitor, "Um, hello!"

Vincent gave a polite and small bow and returned the favor,

"Greetings, miss. I couldn't help but notice your hard work here.

You've quite a garden!"

The young piglet girl couldn't help but blush at the compliment, and

she looked about her work slowly, "Well, it's just a modest pastime

But thank you for your kind words."

Vincent laughed pleasantly in response and replied, "You are too

modest! Why it looks like you've the means to feed yourself through

nothing but your own hard work!"

Julianne gave a slow nod, "Well, that's true, I suppose...but..."

She let out a somewhat exasperated sigh and added, "...after working

all day getting the vegetables out, I don't know if I have the strength

to prepare them for dinner!"

Vincent gave a sympathetic smile, "As a matter of fact, that is why I

stopped to speak with you. You see, I fancy myself quite a chef, and I

would like to offer you my services in preparing a meal for you this

evening. All I ask is that you bring a sample from your garden with

which I can work, and that you allow me to share in some of your

efforts..."

Julianne looked a bit surprised by the sudden offer, and it showed in

her response, starting with stutters and stammers and a rather confused

look before she finally gathered her wits back together and gave her

answer, "W...why that's very generous of you!"

The wolf looked a little embarrassed and turned his head away

slightly, playing bashful, "Oh, think nothing of it. I'm just looking

for an excuse to taste some of those delightful-looking vegetables

there..."

Julianne gave a light giggle at the wolf's sly and charming smile and

she nodded, "I would love to meet you for dinner this evening. I...I'll

just need some time to clean up and I'll bring over some of my best

work!"

Vincent gave a smile and a nod, "Wonderful, it's a date! Now...I do

have one thing to ask. Your squash looks irresistible..Whatever else

you bring, I beg you to include the best selection you have from your

squash..."

Julianne gave a nod, "Agreed."

And so the two exchanged names, and the little piglet received

instructions to the wolf's home, and Vincent headed off, telling her

that he was to prepare his kitchen to meet her, and Julianne returning

inside to select which veggies she should be bringing her newfound

friend, and also to bathe herself before donning a simple, pleasant and

less-tattered skirt and a clean, well-tailored white blouse and heading

off to meet her dinner date.

Julianne had some concerns over her understanding of the wolf's

directions, but her worries proved unfounded as she soon found herself

standing in the middle of the deep forest facing a sizable, but humbly

constructed home in the middle of a clearing.

The abode seemed oddly quiet for the home of someone expecting a

guest at any moment, but the piglet's apprehensive knocks on the large

wooden front door were greeted within seconds. Julianne smiled up at her

host, then her eyes went wide in surprise from realization

Vincent gave another charming smile as he greeted his guest, but his

expression turned to confusion when he noticed her incredible blush and

shocked appearance. And then he looked deeply embarrassed and squirmed a

bit as he apologized, "Oh, I am so terribly sorry! I...I'd completely

forgotten to put some clothes on!"

Julianne didn't need to be told that the wolf was naked: it was readily

apparent from what she saw before her, making her realize that she'd

really not gotten a good look at the wolf before.

He was big. She'd seen that before, as he'd towered over her four

foot frame at seven feet tall. She'd not realized just how strong he

was, but now there was no mistaking the incredible muscle tone clearly

visible through his well-groomed black chestfur. His build was no less

impressive across is abdomen, and his legs were well-muscled also.

Of course, the real focus for Julianne's attention was between those

legs.

Vincent stepped back, but made no effort to cover himself even as he

explained, "I'm so terribly sorry. I normally cook alone, and my

kitchen becomes so hot that I feel better wearing nothing at all in it.

Please, accept my apologies. I do not mean to upset you; I shall fetch

some pants.

The wolf turned, giving Julianne a good look at Vincent's well-shaped

rump as his tail glided back and forth before it. And then she found

herself speaking up without thinking.

"Wait, no!"

Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned to face the young piglet,

who seemed to do her best to recover from her initial surprise. He gave

a warm smile and asked, "Yes?"

The piglet girl was blushing brightly at this point, and she could

feel her heart pounding in her chest as her mind raced to determine just

why she was saying such things as, "There's no need. I wouldn't want

you to be uncomfortable."

Vincent looked somewhat amused, but said, "My lady, you are my guest.

It is I who should do all that I can so that you are comfortable!"

By now Julianne had successfully hidden all sighs of her embarrassment,

and she reassured the wolf, "It's quite alright, really! I was just

surprised to see you in this state. There's no need to make yourself

uncomfortable in the heat of your kitchen for my sake."

The wolf gave a nod and a reply, "As you wish. And speaking of my

kitchen, let us go there and prepare dinner together."

Julianne didn't argue that point, and the two headed into the wolf's

spacious kitchen. Contrasted to the rather simple living room into

which Julianne had entered, the kitchen was rather well-furnished.

Countertops with all manner of cutting boards lined two of the walls. A

very large oven sat against another wall, and what could only have been

the entrance to a walk-in freezer was set into the fourth. Julianne

marveled at the assorted pots and pans hanging from the wall before

Vincent asked, "Quite a sight, don't you think?"

The young piglet girl turned to face her lupine host and nodded

slowly, "I've never seen such a kitchen!" She sat her basket of

vegetables down on a countertop and took in the sights, and also began

appreciating the wolf's lack of clothing more: she could hear a fire

roaring in the oven, and it was making the room rather hot.

Vincent nodded, rummaging through a collection of knives before

settling upon a rather small one before answering, "As I said, I am

something of a chef. Now, shall we start work on chopping the

vegetables?

Julianne gave a polite nod, "Of course!" She began sorting out the

various produce from her basket before she felt the fur of Vincent's arm

lightly tickle the side of her head inadvertently. She blushed and gave

a giggle as the wolf attempted to work the small knife, "Oh, don't

trouble yourself. I can do something that simple!"

Vincent turned to the young piglet and smiled, "But miss, I thought

that the purpose of this visit was to let me do all of the work so that

you may rest?"

The piglet took the knife from the not-quite-so-reluctant wolf and

shook her head, "I think that I can manage this much, and I don't want

to feel like I'm leaving all of the work to you!"

Vincent stepped back, watching Julianne work, staring at her thick arms

as they pulled out various vegetables and chopped them into small

bite-sized portions. He reached an arm into the collection of as-yet

unchopped vegetables and pulled forth the largest of the squash, setting

it aside and smiling, "Leave this one untouched, though. I have a

special use for it.

Julianne turned her head from her work. She had intended to look up at

Vincent's face, but she froze up at the sight of his waist, unable to

shift her field of vision after the shock of the sight.

The wolf was still nude. That hadn't changed. What had changed was

the sight between his legs. His testicles seemed to show more, as

though he was standing with his legs spread enough to make them hang and

sway freely, but the most stark difference was at the tip of his now

quite swelled sheath.

Spilling out of the swollen wolfish sheath, standing at a proud eight

and one half inches, was a thick, throbbing, reddish-pink lupine cock.

Julianne stood, open-mouthed, staring at the rather lewd display before

her. The sow's snout twitched and her mind clouded from the inescapable

scent of lupine arousal that overwhelmed her olfactory senses.

Vincent seemed a bit concerned at the piglet's sudden change of

attitude and he tilted his head curiously, starting to ask, "Young miss,

are you alri..." but he stopped when he looked down further and noticed

the cause of her surprise. Instantly embarrassed, the wolf started to

turn his hips and blushed profusely, offering, "I'm so terribly sorry!

This is so very rude of me! I'll cover myself quickly, please forgive

me!"

Julianne reached for Vincent's side, not wanting her host to be

uncomfortable in his own home, but his turning pulled his hip from her

reach, and instead slapped his thick, fat cock into her grasping hand.

Which led to even more embarrassment on both sides. Julianne froze up, her

fingers grasping around the slightly twitching member.

Vincent, for his part, looked mortified at what he'd done, and he

quickly whined, "I...I am so terribly sorry!" He started to tug his

hips away, but Julianne suddenly looked up and shook her head.

"Young miss?"

Vincent stared with some confusion and quite a bit of embarrassment as

the young sow gave a faint smile. Her hand slowly and gently rocked

around the wolf's member, squeezing subtly. And then she leaned forward

and inhaled deeply through her snout, taking in the wolf's unmistakably

aroused scent.

Julianne had never smelled an aroused male wolf before, and she found it

overpowering and intoxicating. She heard Vincent speaking to her, but

his voice sounded as though it was being heard underwater: unclear and

indistinct.

Vincent twitched and squirmed, unable to control his arousal or his

throbbing erection as the piglet girl's hand massaged at it or as her

snout nearly touched and sucked air from around it. He let out a

strained groan, and struggled to maintain composure enough to tell the

young sow, "M...miss...you needn't...I can simply cover myself...please,

there's no need...oooh!"

He lost control for a moment and broke down into panting and grunting

when Julianne's tongue touched his cocktip. And then she looked up at him,

as if seeking approval, and he reached to caress her cheek while giving

a warm smile.

"Young miss, while this is certainly not unpleasant...nor is it

undesirable...I have no wish to experience enjoyment at your expense.

If you are not fully comfortable with this, you should not feel

obligated..."

He stopped speaking again and let out another groan as Julianne made

clear that she felt completely comfortable. Her maw opened up and took

in half of Vincent's cock, tongue wrapping the shaft and muzzle suckling

lightly around the warm wolfflesh.

Vincent let out another groan and gently grasped the sow's head,

guiding her movements, but never holding her forcefully. He managed to

gasp out, "Of course...if it is your wish to do this...I will not stop

you..." His hips rocked lightly and slowly into the woman.

Several minutes passed of Julianne gently sucking on Vincent's cock,

head bobbing slightly and subtly. It was her first time, and she was

inexperienced, but the fat young sow did her best to learn and adapt.

And she seemed to be doing a good job, judging from the wolf's reaction.

He spread his legs a bit, which gave her room to reach forth with her

fat left hand and cup over his heavy balls, gently fondling and teasing

them, making the wolf tense up further. She drew back, snout twitching,

continuing to take in Vincent's overpowering aroused scent. She pressed

forward, struggling and tensing up somewhat uncomfortably as she tried

to take the wolf's throbbing, dripping tip into her throat. Each time

she started to spasm and twitch from the difficulty. Vincent's hand

held her head and guided her forward, encouraging her to keep trying,

but never stopping her from drawing back when she found the task to be

too daunting.

And so the fat sow gave the aroused wolf an intense, even if

unpracticed, blowjob for the next few minutes until Vincent felt his

orgasm draw near. He tensed up noticeably and started to thrust a little

more firmly into the piglet's maw. His head tilted back and he panted

rapidly, gasping and groaning at the sudden increase in pleasure. And

then it hit. The wolf didn't become brutal or forceful. While his pace

was quickened noticeably, he was still gentle in his grip on Julianne's head

and let her ease into the new experience as the climax washed over him.

Julianne, for her part, knew that something was coming, but still wasn't

entirely sure what to expect when she felt the first gush of thick,

salty fluid pour out onto her tongue. Not knowing what else to do, the

young sow simply gulped firmly, inadvertently sucking more firmly around

the spasming wolfcock lodged in her mouth. The stiff, pulsing member

lurched forward and poured its release almost directly into the somewhat

frantic sow's throat, which worked overtime to gulp down the advancing

liquid. The cock drew back, nearly withdrawing, spurting forth onto the

piglet's tongue, giving Julianne a taste of hot, heavy wolfcum. Having

little time to determine what she thought of the taste, the startled sow

simply gulped as fast as she could as the seed poured out into her

mouth, but all of her efforts couldn't stop some of the liquid from

spilling forth from her lips and dribbling down her chin.

And then it was over. Vincent slowly drew his cock from Julianne's

muzzle, the length already starting to retreat back into the wolf's

sheath. Julianne stared forward, seeming in shock, and licked inside of

her mouth repeatedly to try and seek out any remnants of Vincent's

sperm. She felt something touching her chin, and realized that Vincent

was gently dabbing away some of the mess there with a cloth. The sow

looked up at the wolf's kindly face, her body trembling lightly.

Vincent smiled, "That was quite pleasant..." Noticing her

shell-shocked appearance he quickly followed up with, "...is everything

alright. I...I hope that wasn't unpleasant for you. I did not mean to

make you feel obligated..."

The sow smiled -- albeit weakly -- and shook her head. She turned

her attention back to the half-chopped vegetables on the counter and

added, "...I...I just didn't expect it to happen, is all."

Vincent nodded, but still looked a bit worried. He gently rested his

large left hand on the piglet's right shoulder and said, "Well, alright.

I didn't exactly expect it either. But if you want to talk about it, I

don't mind. And if you'd rather not speak of it again, just say so."

Julianne resumed her work, now having to take moments to stop her hands

from trembling. Each attempt seemed to simply transfer the movement to

her whole body, which occasionally shook rapidly and uncontrollably for

several seconds, as though she were shivering from intense cold. She

swallowed constantly, still thinking that she detected Vincent's taste

on her tongue long after it should have faded, like an omnipresence

coating the inside of her mouth. She turned to the still

concerned-looking wolf and gave as best a smile she could, not wanting

her host to worry. It wasn't as though she had been coerced She'd

done it quite willingly. Vincent had even suggested against it -- it

had occurred more at her insistence than his. Even when she'd started

he'd been reluctant to let it continue, and he'd been so polite and

reassuring when it was over. She could hardly blame him for what

happened, but now that it was over she wasn't sure if she could look him

in the eye again.

"T...they're ready, s...sir..."

Despite her best efforts, her voice betrayed her intense nervousness,

yet Vincent made no attempt to draw further attention to the young

piglet girl's self-consciousness. He approached her, and seemed ready

to put a hand on her shoulder before sensing her continued agitation, so

he put his hands on the counter instead and smiles, "That looks like very

nice work. You've clearly had quite a bit of practice with handling

vegetables."

Julianne took a breath, still detecting Vincent's scent near her. And

then she smiled, finally allowing herself to relax, finally feeling the

pounding in her chest slowing down.

And then it happened.

It happened rather quickly, far more than Julianne expected. One moment

she was finishing her work chopping up the vegetables, and the next she

was yanked up onto Vincent's kitchen counter. Her hands were quickly

bound behind her back at a speed that must have required extensive

practice, and she was then thrown down so she was laying on her

backside. She gave a confused squeal, unable to articulate her

confusion before her feet were grabbed and her legs spread apart, knees

bent and ankles locked down into those strange metal protrusions on the

counter that were now revealed to be restraints. She tugged on her legs

once she felt her feet released, but she found her ankles rather

securely held down. She knew that she was trapped, but she still

squealed and struggled in a panic when she saw Vincent looming overhead,

knife in hand.

Vincent lowered the blade, and Julianne flinched and tugged away from it

as much as she should. The wolf gave a chuckle and reassured her,

"Don't you worry. I'm not going to cut you..."

It wasn't quite clear if Julianne even heard Vincent's words; she

certainly didn't seem reassured as the blade approached her quivering

form...but then the wolf's hand grabbed her blouse and roughly lifted

it, using the knife to cut into it roughly, slicing the fabric swiftly,

but still taking care to avoid so much as grazing her delicate skin as

the blade danced about the fabric, reducing her white blouse to tattered

ribbons which were easily pulled away to reveal the piglet's ample belly

and fat breasts. Julianne saw the blade descending toward her stomach and

let out another squeal, but it was cut off when the waist of her skirt

was lifted into the path of the blade, which changed course to slide

down and cut away the second piece of Julianne's clothing. The shredded

fabric was pulled aside and Julianne became aware of her curled tail

pressed up against her hands. The sensation was so unexpected that it

took another few seconds before she realized -- with much embarrassment

-- that her spread legs left her nude genital region well-exposed, with

no means for her to cover herself.

While the initial fear of being sliced open had passed, Julianne didn't

have a great deal of time to reflect upon the consequences of her being

stripped naked, as she was currently a bit more interested in finding

out just why she'd been treated so roughly. She started to ask,

"W...what's the meaning of thiaaaah!", the final squeal a result of her

sexual passage being rather firmly probed by a long lupine finger.

Vincent wanted to take some time and examine the now nude piglet, so

he kept his slightly wiggling digit buried within the moist porcine

pussy to keep Julianne squirming and squealing and not asking any questions

or trying to wiggle free. Her clothing had been loose-fitting, but even

without her slightly puffy blouse her upper body provide to be quite

fat. Her belly was well-padded from a lifetime of eating well, enough

to be noticeable yet not so much as to hang down in an unsightly fashion

over her waist. The wolf traced the fingers of his free hand over her

pudgy belly, probing lightly at her navel before moving upwards, cupping

her hefty right breast in his hand, thumb sliding over the nipple. She

had rather sizable tits, nicely plumped but not so heavy as to sag

visibly and both capped with a now rather stiff nipple. Her arms, much

as the wolf could see with most of them bound behind her backside,

seemed quite thick also, her shoulder bones completely undetectable

beneath the thick layer of fat covering them.

Julianne had managed to calm herself despite the distracting sensation

of a long finger continually probing her exposed sex and was now

squirming feebly as a strong hand held, felt and squeezed her shoulder

and upper arm. She swallowed firmly, still rather confused as to why

she'd been tied up and stripped naked, but not expecting that the reason

would be anything good. She gave a surprised squeal when the hand moved

from her shoulder to her left breast, fingers fondling rather rudely,

but she did manage to stammer out, "W...what are you doing?"

Vincent was a little surprised by the sudden question, but he did not

hesitate to provide a polite and honest answer, "I'm simply examining

you, miss. I do apologize for the surprise of it all, but I simply did

not know if you'd be willing to undress for me had I merely asked."

The wolf gave a chuckle and a pat to the fat piglet girl's belly and

chuckled, "No surprises here...but let's see what your skirt was hiding."

Julianne gave an embarrassed whine as the wolf rather thoroughly

examined her, blushing brightly as she felt the wolf's hands feeling all

over her plump form and now rather self-conscious about being completely

naked and looked over this way. She started to speak again, but a

second finger pushed into her sex to join the first, making her squeal

and writhe momentarily. Once recovered from the latest shock, she felt

the wolf's other hand on her lower left leg, squeezing and fondling

about. She shook her head a few times and remembered the thought that

had been momentarily disrupted, finally grunting, "S...stop that! You

could have just asked rather than ruining my clothes!"

It didn't quite sound as intended when Julianne heard herself say

it, and she instantly wished she'd chosen less awkward wording.

Vincent heard Julianne's statement and wished to answer it, but he

also did not wish to lose his current train of thought so he simply kept

in mind to respond as soon as he felt he was able. Presently he was

squeezing and rubbing over the porcine girl's left calf, fingers

pressing in and feeling the limb at various angles. Julianne's skirt had

hidden two very nicely-shaped legs that currently trembled and tugged

uselessly at the restraints, each ending in a thick black hoof; the two

of which clattered uselessly against the countertops as they wiggled

only slightly in the restraints. Each leg was well-covered with fat,

especially her thick thighs. As with her upper body, it was enough to

give the girl plenty of extra volume, but while her diet was perhaps

excessive, it was also healthy and led to legs where the fat added

padding that thickened them without making sections of flesh sag and

flap. Vincent seemed rather pleased as he probed and prodded the

squirming piglet girl's hefty thighs from various angles. Once done on

the legs the wolf slid his hand beneath the girl's rump and gave a

proper squeeze, feeling that her bottom was just as nicely layered with

fat as the rest of her. He muttered under his breath, "...very

nice...and now to examine the real treasure..." as Julianne continued to

writhe and whine under the wolf's relentless probing, thrusting fingers.

Vincent turned his attention to the reddened slit that two of his

fingers currently occupied. He slowly withdrew his now well-moistened

middle and index fingers and he used the thumbs of both hands to gently

stroke over the girl's groinal area. Like the rest of her, the piglet's

fat had enhanced the size of this region as well, albeit not quite as

much as other areas. Her sexual mound was a bit pronounced, the skin

there slightly more pink than on the rest of her body. Her labia lips

were fleshy plump, protruding and unfolding slightly and beautifully,

appearing quite fresh and virginal. The swollen button of flesh

above them seemed a little larger than average and now glistened with

moisture drawn forth from the previous finger-probing. Vincent gave a

broad grin, apparently quite satisfied, and he used his thumbs to spread

open the fat labia lips so that he could peer into the entrance of

Julianne's vagina and inhale her fragrant scent before inserting both of

his long index fingers and gently prodding and pressing into the

sickened inner walls that clenched and pulsated warmly around the

probing digits.

Julianne's face -- especially the tip of her snout -- was as bright red

from embarrassment as it could possibly be when she looked up to see a

wolf rather thoroughly inspecting and openly fondling her naked genitals.

Unfortunately, her bindings left her no choice but to simply lay and

take it, though she did give a few good squirms and struggles -- due in

no small part to the rather deep probing and massaging that Vincent's

long fingers gave her tight sexual passage. She felt the two digits

withdraw at last and she tried to think of something to say in protest,

but her thoughts were once more disrupted when a lupine tongue roughly

and firmly slurped over her budding clit, making her squeal and writhe

even more forcefully through her bindings.

Vincent stood at last after his quick slurp, and he took the time to

lick his fingers clean and enjoy Julianne's flavor as much as he could

from them before he gave a chuckle at the piglet girl, who was still

squirming in reaction to the brief but intense stimulation. He put his

hand on her thigh firmly and waited for her to calm before finally

speaking to her again, "I do apologize for not answering you right away,

but I was somewhat preoccupied. As you said, I could have asked rather

than ruining your clothing, but how would you have responded to such a

request? I suppose my course of action was a bit rash, but I'm afraid

that my plans for this evening do require that you be naked and I was

not able to take no for an answer." The wolf ran his fingers through

the tattered remnants of Julianne's blouse and chuckled, "As for your

ruined clothing, well...I ask that you trust me when I tell you that you

needn't worry about having to walk home completely naked this evening."

Julianne trembled, the plump piglet girl still tingling and panting from

the teasing her groin was given earlier. She squirmed against her

bindings as she made an attempt to close her legs even a little bit,

feeling extremely self-conscious about her exposed (and now quite moist)

sex. She struggled to lift her upper body up further, but had limited

success with her arms still bound -- though the fat sow felt that the

knotted rope holding them may not have been made inescapably tight and

she tugged at her wrists further to test this theory. She watched the

wolf turn and walk away before she thought to shout, "Plans? What

plans? P...please, don't rape me!"

Vincent was all the way to his large refrigerator, hand on the door

handle, when he stopped and turned his head. He gave an amused smile

and laughed, "Rape you? I do apologize for giving that impression!" He

opened up the refrigerator door and turned his back as he rummaged

about for something within, but he continued to speak clearly enough,

"While I do have a great deal of interest in your nethers -- hence my

inspection -- I assure you that my plans for this evening do not involve

rape." He turned and walked back to the bound piglet girl, who still

watched with great uncertainty as the wolf set down a bowl and large

brush beside her.

The wolf gently caressed the frightened piglet's cheek, thumb tracing

over her lips lightly as he added, "Besides, I think that I've already

experienced that kind of pleasure this evening...and you seemed to be

fully consenting at it, if I recall!"

Julianne blushed brightly with embarrassment, feeling more than a little

shame for what she'd done earlier, now that she was reminded. She

turned her head slowly and watched the wolf lift the brush and dip it

into the bowl, then pull out a thick yellowish substance that clung to

the bristles and dribbled down slowly like molasses. Then she let out a

squeal as the decidedly cold substance -- whatever it was -- was smeared

onto her left breast, deliberately tickling around her nipple.

Vincent paused, lifting the brush and letting the squirming pig girl

get used to the cold sensation on her breast before he spoke, "I do

apologize for the discomfort. I assure you that it will become warmer

with time. Just try and relax and everything will be quite easy."

Another stroke of the brush coated more of Julianne's thick, plump

breast, but she was ready for it this time. She still tensed and

shivered from the cold, but she maintained her composure for the most

part and just let out a seething gasp in response. She stared at where

her skin had been coated, which now glistened somewhat oddly in the dim

kitchen light, then finally remembered her train of thought and looked

back to Vincent to ask, "If...if you're not planning on raping me, then

what are you planning to do with me? And what's this stuff you're

putting on me!? And why were you touching me there!?!" She bit her

lip, not entirely convinced that the wolf's plans were shaping to work

out for her benefit.

Vincent gave another amused chuckle and deliberately tickled Julianne's

right nipple to lighten the mood, waiting for the piglet's squeals to

cease before politely and honestly answering, "It's honey." He very

lightly grazed the tips of the brush bristles over the piglet's snout to

let her smell the sticky mix as he continued, "And, as I said, I'm

preparing to cook the vegetables for our dinner, just as I promised."

Julianne stared at her lupine host, open-mouthed, clearly not convinced

that she'd been given an honest appraisal of the situation, at least as

far as it concerned her being tied up, stripped naked and now being

smeared in honey. Vincent gave an embarrassed-looking chuckle when he

noticed the piglet's continued confusion and continued his explanation,

"You still don't understand. I am sorry, this is my fault. I should

explain exactly how I plan to cook the vegetables that so you may make

some sense of all of this. As it happens, I plan to put the vegetables

inside of you..."

The wolf lowered his free hand to Julianne's slightly open sex, making

the young sow shiver from the light scrape of thick black clawtips over

her sensitive nethers. He gave a sly smirk as he spoke in a slightly

quieter tone, "...specifically, in here."

Vincent smiled at the piglet's reaction and removed his hand to

continue, "...and then I will put you inside of my oven. The oven will

heat up your flesh, and that in turn will cook the vegetables inside of

you. Your vagina will be plugged beforehand, to lock in all of the

moisture and ensure that the flavors are trapped within during the

cooking process, and once the vegetables are ready I shall unplug you

and remove them."

The wolf resumed slathering the naked sow's body with honey,

working quickly to lightly coat her skin in the glistening mess.

Julianne's expression had gone from primarily confused to primarily

terrified at the mention of the word "oven", but it took a few seconds

after the wolf's explanation before she started stammering, and nearly a

minute of Vincent's continued workings with the brush before she was

able to form a complete sentence.

"You're going to put me in an oven!?"

Vincent, now nearly finished honey-coating all of the flesh within

his reach given Julianne's position, smiled warmly at the squirming,

terrified piglet and nodded politely, "That is correct. As I said, I

will place you inside of my oven. The oven's heat will slowly you up,

and as you heat up the vegetables will cook within you. I do hope

that's a simple enough explanation, but if there's any particular aspect

of it that is still unclear, I will be happy to try and explain it

further."

Julianne swallowed firmly, now quivering with fear. She'd just been

told that she was to be put into an oven, and it was quite clear what

such a thing implied for her, but the sow simply did not want to believe

that such a fate awaited, no matter how obvious. Her heart pounded

rapidly in her heavy chest as she desperately tried to think of how the

wolf might be planning to allow her to survive such a thing, but each

second made her realize more and more how absurd the idea of her still

being alive when the steaming vegetables were served from within her

really way. Still, several seconds later, despite that realization, she

weakly whimpered, "B..but what about me?", not realizing that the sides

of her snout were moist with her tears.

Vincent was, at that moment, using the brush to even out the coating

of honey over the piglet girl's exposed skin, but he instantly paused

when his guest spoke and politely listened, and then answered, "Why,

what about you?"

Julianne bit her lip for a moment in response to a growing sense of

dread, and it took another few seconds before she was able to muster the

courage to answer a question that she feared would have a horrifying

answer, "...What will happen to me...while I'm in the oven? W...won't

that cook me as well?"

The smile on Vincent's muzzle grew, as if from amusement. He gave a

soft chuckle and answered quite cheerily, "My dear, you'll be inside of

an oven at over four hundred and fifty degrees, and you'll be in there

for several hours."

Julianne bit her lip. Her heart sank, and she tried to find some way to

deny what she knew the wolf would say, already knowing and dreading the

words that were spoken next before she even heard them.

The wolf gave a friendly and pleasant smile as he continued, "Of

course it will cook you as well! In fact, once the vegetables are

properly cooked inside of you, you will have been in the oven for so

long and at such a high temperature that you'll be completely roasted

from head to hoof, all the way to the bone."

Vincent paused, knowing that the sow would need a moment to accept

what was spoken, and so he gave Julianne a moment to sputter, stammer and

squirm uselessly in her bindings before she wailed, "N...no! Please!

You can't cook me!" The poor piglet was already sobbing uncontrollably,

and Vincent feared that he wouldn't be able to calm her fully, though he

would do the best that he was able.

A strong, black-furred hand caressed a porcine cheek, sliding upward

and playing lightly over the flap of Julianne's large left ear before he

gently replied, "My lovely miss, as I said, my intention tonight is to

cook the vegetables that you have so thoughtfully provided for your

garden. It is merely an unfortunate consequence that preparing them for

dinner in a fashion that truly does justice to the skill and effort you

have put into producing them happens to roast your flesh as well."

Julianne shook her head, bleary eyes wide-open with fear as she

continued her feeble struggles, weakened somewhat from the psychological

impact of the wolf looming right above her. Turning her head away from

him she whimpered out, "P...please...I don't want to be cooked..."

Vincent finished smoothing out the few lumps and bubbles of honey on

the sow's quivering skin before he replied in a sympathetic tone, "I am

sorry as well. Right now you are a delightful guest, and quite an

attractive young girl..." He leaned forward for a moment, his whiskers

tickling her cheek, and he sniffed her neck lightly and gave a soft

gasp before whispering into her ear, "...but even so, do not despair.

I'm sure that you will become a beautiful and mouth-watering roast."

Julianne cringed at the wolf's breath sucking the air away from her

neck from the sniff, and then blowing over her face when he resumed

speaking.

Vincent stood and continued, "You see, do not believe that your

beauty will be diminished by your time in my oven. Still, it is

undeniable that I will be deprived of any further conversation with you.

And be assured that I will miss that."

The wolf's explanation of his own sense of loss did little to

reassure the terrified sow. In fact, she started wailing rather loudly

for several seconds, up until a large red apple was suddenly shoved

firmly beneath her snout, wedged so tightly between her jaws that she

could no longer speak.

Vincent gave a calm smile and spoke apologetically, "I am sorry. I

know that it is rather rude to gag you that way, but I'm afraid that

there's little more to discuss about the matter. I know that you may

have further questions, so I will try to explain some of what I am doing

here in a moment. However, for the time being I need to heat the oven

up to temperature. Do wait here, and just try and relax. I'll be back

when I need you again!"

The wolf again brushed the sticky bristles of his basting brush once

over Julianne's snout leaving her writhing and feeling slightly sneezy as

the smell of honey somewhat overpowered her. And then Vincent turned

his attention to that massive oven, whose size now made perfect -- if

horrifying -- sense to Julianne. He added wood to the fire, and stoked it,

prodded it, poked it and generally tended it to get the blaze to the

proper intensity and temperature for roasting a young but fat piglet.

Julianne, however, wasn't taking the news that she was to be dinner rather

than a dinner guest lying down. Well, not once she managed to wiggle

her fat arms free from the slightly loose bindings around her wrist.

Initially shocked that she had freed her hands so easily, she quickly

sat up and found that the ankle restraints were easily unfastened with

her fingers. And then she turned, almost certain that Vincent would be

bearing down on her. But it was not so: he was still tending his fire,

as if waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature. And so Julianne,

who was a very heavy girl, did her very best to be quiet. Her first

order of business was to pull the uncomfortable apple from her jaws, and

once done she took great care not to make noise as she slowly lowered

herself from the countertop and made her way to the nearest door.

Finding it already partially open, she very carefully opened it up

enough for her to wedge her plump body through, not caring that she

would inevitably end up dashing through the forest stark naked and

covered in honey.

Well, she might have ended up that way, had she not chosen a door

that led right to a walk-in freezer. She turned to seek another path as

soon as the mistake was relased, but to her great dismay the door had

already closed behind her, and if there was a means of opening it from

the inside, the room was too dark to see it. Her teeth already

chattering, the stinging cold of the freezer seemed all the more intense

thanks to the layer of now hardening honey covering her body. She

shivered uncontrollably and let out a horrified whine; so afraid of

feeling the heat of the oven, it now seemed that she was to freeze to

death.

Very little time passed between when Julianne entered the freezer and

when the door finally opened up before her, but to the young and now

partially frozen piglet it seemed an eternity. So overwhelmed was she

from the apparent release from the cold that she almost forgot that the

wolf standing before the now opened freezer door meant to cook and eat

her. Almost. Which was why it took three seconds before Julianne yelped

out in terror after being grabbed up in Vincent's strong, yet

surprisingly gentle, arms and lifted away from the cold of the freezer

and toward the warmth of the oven.

Vincent gave a little laugh in response to the squeal and joked,

"Thought I'd lost you. That'd be an unhappy event! I'd have no way to

cook the vegetables! Now you just stay still, and I'll get everything

else ready."

Julianne had started to squirm and struggle, though the wolf proved

strong despite the forceful movements of the sow's hefty legs, and her

movements faded to a steady tremble as her mind was a bit overwhelmed at

the horrifying reality before her.

The oven was apparently up to temperature now. A fire was clearly

roaring away within, and the red-hot interior was radiating heat

throughout the kitchen -- rapidly warming the just recently frozen

piggy. The door -- clearly wide enough for her to fit through and then

some -- was wide open and a rack -- clearly sturdy enough to support her

weight -- had been pulled forth. A large pan -- clearly big enough to

contain her -- lay upon the rack, with a large pole curiously rising up

from it. Julianne's curiosity was a bit suppressed by the knowledge that

she was very likely to go in there, however, and she just held her jaw

open in shock.

She wasn't put in right away, however. The fat piglet was first laid

out on her backside on a table near the oven first, and by this point

she thought to resume her struggles. It was a bit too late, however, as

her ankles were quickly grabbed and lashed together rightly with a cord,

the knot far tighter and more secure than the one that held her wrists

earlier. With a strained sob Julianne lurched forward and desperately

attempted to push the wolf's hands away from her feet, but Vincent was

ready and grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms behind her back and once

again lashed them together in a binding that she felt fairly sure that

she would not escape.

Julianne gave another horrified sob, then looked up and started to beg,

"Please..."

That was all that she got out before her jaws were stretched wide

open and a red fruit jammed within. Vincent smiled politely and

chuckled, "I do believe that you dropped this miss." And then he was

gone.

But he quickly came back into view, and he was carrying the

vegetables that Julianne had so expertly chopped up earlier. She stared,

wide-eyed, at the veggies and gave a muffled moan, remembering what the

wolf had said about how they were to be cooked.

And her suspicions -- and fears -- were confirmed when a strong

lupine hand suddenly shoved a mix of chopped cauliflower, broccoli,

carrots, potatoes, zucchini and the other treats from Julianne's garden

into her plump, exposed sex.

Vincent took his time pushing the chopped vegetables into Julianne's

vagina, making sure that he got the handful in deep before withdrawing

his moistened fingers. He had a few more handfuls to push in, but he

paused a moment to allow the squirming sow to become accustomed to the

sensation.

"As I promised you, a dinner of steamed veggies. And if you'd tasted

vegetables prepared in this fashion before, you would understand that

this truly is the best way to cook them." He licked his lips for a

moment before continuing, "...there's really no substitute for your own

natural sauces to add a bit of flavor"

The wolf gave a somewhat devilishly sly smile to the terrified and

squirming piglet before he started to push another handful of vegetables

into her. Julianne gave another muffled squeal as she was forcefully

stimulated from the lupine fingers pushing the mix up into her clenching

and increasingly moist sexual passage, then she let out a yelp of

surprise when she felt his thumb firmly sliding over the swollen button

of her clit before succumbing somewhat to the growing pleasure. Still

clearly afraid, she couldn't help but moan through the apple and writhe

beneath the stimulating 'affections' of the massive wolf who slowly

stuffed her cunny more and more with the produce of her garden, and who

continually assaulted her moistened and puffy clit with each insertion.

Vincent took his time with his work. He stuffed in only small

handfuls with each pass and he pushed the vegetables down into the

piglet girl's vagina with no more than two fingers at a time to avoid

causing excessive discomfort to his clearly virginal dinner. As his

clit-stroking thumb teased out a sudden trembling followed by a sudden

rush of Julianne's female juices the wolf casually spoke, "It's good to see

you quite moist down here. It really will add to the flavor of the

meal. Now, my dear lady, if you'll allow yourself to relax, I assure

you that this is the last of the vegetables. And I must say that your

garden has provided me with quite a tantalizing dinner. I thank you for

your generosity in sharing it with me."

Julianne was still trembling from the sudden intense pleasure that had

wracked her loins moments earlier. She heard Vincent's words, but her

comprehension lagged behind by several seconds; even as she understood

the words that were spoken her brain lagged behind in putting them

together coherently. It was, in fact, after the last of the vegetable

mix was crammed into her now well-stuffed cunny that she remembered

where she was and what was to happen to her. She sat up as best she

could, watching Vincent lift up the one unchopped squash. And then,

before she was even able to let out another sobbing attempt at a muffled

plea for release she was again thrown off-guard by a sudden and somewhat

painful stretching sensation at her crotch. She writhed on the table,

waiting for the sensation to end, jerking her hips to try and pull away

from whatever was being held within her sex, but nothing she did seemed

to allievate the discomfort. She looked up and saw Vincent's hands, now

empty, and she gave a strained sob. While she couldn't see past the

massive mounds of her fat tits or the bulge of her ample belly, she was

reasonably certain that her sex was now plugged up with her prize

squash.

Vincent noticed Julianne's tearful expression and so he gently caressed

the sobbing piglet's cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a tear. He

gave a reassuring smile and said, "I do apologize again for the

discomfort, but I need some means of keeping the vegetables, and the

steam that will cook them, completely inside of you. Just try to relax

and it may become easier to handle with time. Also, I apologize for not

properly pleasuring you down here with my mouth, as you had earlier

pleasured me with yours."

The wolf gave a gentle caress of his thumb over Julianne's cuntlips,

making her grunt and squirm, this time from shame. The wolf lowered his

hand, tickling her breasts, poking her belly and then finally teasing

her loins with his clawtips and then he continued, "But let me assure

you that I do intend to make it up to you. After I've removed you from

the oven, and I've liberated your garden produce from your moist,

juicy, hot and very well-roasted vagina, I promise to give your cunt a

true workout with my tongue. I saw how much you enjoyed sucking my

cock, and I will not hold back to show my enjoyment of eating your

pussy..."

The last three words of Vincent's short speech were spoken in a

decidedly darker and more sinister tone, as if the wolf wanted to be

absolutely sure that Julianne understood what was meant by them. The

tickling at her groin made her squeeze more around the uncomfortable

squash wedged inside of her, and the hapless piglet girl let out another

sob at the vivid implications of just what was to happen to her

genitals. Her awareness of her surroundings faded and she barely gave a

struggle as Vincent gently lifted her back up and carried her to the

oven. Her mind racing, she didn't even think to accompany her feeble

apple-stifled cries with anything resembling a struggle once Vincent

prepared her for the pan.

The wolf hoisted his sobbing, honey-glazed and vegetable-stuffed

piglet upward, then gently pulled her legs back and threaded her bound

ankles through the pole that jutted upward from the middle of the pan.

The pole slid against her rump and along her backside, and then Vincent

pulled her arms through it as well, lowering her down until she sat on

her knees on the warm metal surface of the pan, her back pressed firmly

against the pole.

Julianne knew that this was the end, and she knew that she should be

struggling and kicking and flailing as violently as she could, but for

some reason she just couldn't muster the strength or will to do it. The

best she could do was turn her head to the wolf who was pulling her taut

against the pole and give another pleading sob, tears sliding down her

cheeks and sliding along the sides of her snout.

Vincent remained unmoved by the fat piglet's cries, even if he

kept himself polite and as gentle as possible given the situation. He

used more of the type of fireproof cord that bound her ankles and wrists

to bind her neck to the pole -- though not so tightly as to cut off

breathing -- and then he used quite a bit of it to wrap just below her

breasts, and quite a bit more around her sizable waistline to better

tie her down to the pole, holding her in this kneeling position.

Finally, he spread her knees apart more, further opening up her legs and

better exposing her plump and plugged sex.

Julianne felt the urge to squirm rising, and her strength seemed to

return as it dawned upon her that she was just about to go into the

oven. The efforts all came too late, however, as she found herself

quite tightly secured in the pan, unable to even close up her legs. She

stared, wide-eyed, at the wolf as if still unable to fully comprehend

the horror of her situation

Vincent gave a friendly smile and said, "Now, just hold on a moment.

There's a few last things to do before we get dinner started." He

walked off again, leaving poor Julianne to sob helplessly and uselessly,

already feeling the intensity of the oven's heat against her bare skin

as she sat right at the entrance, shivering despite the warmth -- or

perhaps because of it. She saw Vincent return, and he sat two bowls

down upon the counter beside the oven before moving a bit behind her.

Then she gave a startled -- if quite muffled -- yelp at a starkly cold

sensation at her backside.

Vincent was finishing the job he'd started much earlier; brushing

over his fat little piglet's backside with the cold honey sauce, where

he couldn't reach in her previous position. He made several streaks

down her back, and then made the sobbing piglet tremble uncontrollably

as he quickly painted each of her hefty rumpcheeks.

Julianne felt a tugging at the center of her rump, and she closed her

eyes tightly at the realization that the wolf was tugging her tail,

pulling it just a little painfully. She whimpered, fearing that it was

about to be cut off, but then the appendage was released just as quickly

and she felt warmth at her left drooped left ear. Vincent's muzzle was

there, his whiskers tickling again, his breath slowly blowing over her

cheek, his voice speaking softly, "Don't worry, I've no plans to remove

it. I think that it looks rather cute. Now, if you'll excuse me,

there's one last thing I must do to prepare this dinner."

He left, but not far at all. He put the bowl of honey back down on

the countertop and took the second bowl -- which seemed to be filled

with dough, a suspicion confirmed after it was placed before the sow in

the pan and large black lupine handpaws reached in and began kneading.

Julianne looked down at the bowl, then up at Vincent, curious despite her

horror what further indignities she was to suffer. She found out

quickly enough. The wolf lifted a handful of dough from the bowl, still

kneading it with his long fingers, and stretched it out over her large

right breast, then heavy, thick palms massaged the dough over her soft

tit firmly. It was rather cold against the piglet's bare (if

honey-coated) skin, and the young sow started writhing in response to

the constant cold fondling, though her bindings prevented her from

making the wolf's job any more difficult.

Vincent remained charming as ever, even as he layered Julianne's bosoms

with dough. He noticed the sow's confusion and chuckled, "I suppose

you're curious as to all that I am doing to you. Well, given that this

is your body that is cooking my vegetables, I suppose you are owed an

explanation." He continued to knead the dough over the piglet girl's

fat right breast, smoothing it down, working out air bubbles and lumps

and making sure that the application was even all around the massive

mammary. The dough layer was just thick enough that it completely

concealed the sow's impressively-sized nipple.

Vincent reached for another handful of dough from his bowl and

continued his explanation as his thick black fingers drew up and

continued kneading the pliable, yellow mass up and onto Julianne's

remaining breast.

"As I explained earlier, the method that I have chosen for cooking

the vegetables from your garden will also cook your flesh in the

process. An unfortunate side-effect, to be sure, but sadly unavoidable.

So while your body will be a lovely pale pink when I put you in the

oven..."

Vincent leaned in again, sucking air in from around the fold of

Julianne's left ear, making her snout twitch and her body shiver

uncontrollably; the shaking only got worse when the wolf's breath blew

over her face as he added, "...and smelling so fresh and clean..."

The wolf stood and smiled warmly as he continued his speech, "...by

the time the veggies are ready and I take you out your skin will be a

decidedly deeper shade of brown, and you'll smell much more like roast

ham."

Vincent licked his lips. Julianne trembled and gave another sob.

"And while I personally find such a transformation to be rather

beautiful, actually, it unfortunately means that you will no longer be

able to serve as my lovely guest. You will, instead, become a rather

sizable amount of cooked pork."

Julianne's eyes shut tight as Vincent spelled it out. She'd already

known, but hearing it this way further wore away at the last vestiges of

her denial. She gave a characteristic pig-like grunt, mostly through

her snout, and writhed uncomfortably as her left breast was rather

firmly and throughly fondled as Vincent continued to apply and smooth

down the dough. Her face was rather well-moistened with tears, though

it was hard to tell where they dripped down, as they became a bit hidden

amidst her thorough coating of honey.

"And so, when I sit down to eat my dinner of steamed vegetables I

will have, as a consequence, an ample quantity of meat, from your body,

available to me. Meat that I could not, in good conscience, allow to go

to waste. Thus, as you might have guessed by now, I am not merely

going to be eating a delicious plate of vegetables this evening. I am

also going to eat you."

Julianne gave another horrified and strained sob through the apple. Her

left breast now wore the same covering of dough as her right, and

Vincent's hands seemed finished easing out the bumps, but she continued

to shake and shudder uncontrollably.

"Now, because your body is to be consumed this evening...", Vincent

explained, "...I have taken measures to ensure that it is presented in

as appetizing a fashion possible. While I could certainly simply have

stuffed you, tied you up and tossed you into the oven without a second

thought and still enjoyed a lovely slice of ham with my veggies this

evening, I feel that my honored guests -- who are providing so much for

the meal -- deserve a far better treatment. And so, as you can see, I

have arranged you in a position that I believe will have you at least as

lovely coming out of the oven as you were when you walked into my

home..."

Vincent leaned forward, his whiskers now tickling the sobbing sow's

snout, and he quietly added, "...In fact, I believe you'll look even

more beautiful in the next few hours." Despite the wolf's reassurance,

the sow simply let out another loud sob.

Undaunted, Vincent continued his explanation, "You've also probably

guessed that the honey is to add additional flavor While your own

natural flavor will surely be exquisite, the layer of honey will help

to seal in your juices, better preserving the natural taste of your

flesh as well as providing a faintly sweet contrast to the natural

tanginess that your meat is sure to provide. Of course, I'm sure that

the real mystery is over just why I've wrapped your lovely mounds here

in a thick layer of dough."

Julianne gave no real indication that she actually held any curiosity

regarding the strange covering she'd been given, but Vincent continued

on anyway.

"I assure you that your bosoms are indeed quite lovely, and pleasing

to the touch as well as the eye. The problem however, is that they

will soon be cooked, along with the rest of your body. And,

unfortunately, while a bust such as yours is quite a treat for the eyes

it is not, on its own, a treat to the tongue. The texture is rather

mushy, and that makes them somewhat unpalatable even if the flavor is

rather sweet. I've found, however, that wrapping a bit of dough around

them, as I've done with you, and baking the dough with you will create a

crispy bready shell. It adds a bit of texture to accompany your breast

meat and makes for an exquisite dessert course. So I just want you to

know that the dough is here to make sure that when I carve off your tits

this evening, I will enjoy devouring them at least as much as I enjoy

consuming any other part of your body."

The wolf gave a chuckle, as if Julianne had responded with more than

another strained and increasingly hopeless sob, and happily added, "I

admit, it's quite a bit of trouble to go through when my initial aim is

simply to cook the vegetables, but as I said, if you must unfortunately

be cooked with them, then any part of your body that can be eaten should

be made to be as appetizing as possible."

Being prepared for dinner was a horrifying ordeal, but Julianne still

hung on to every moment of it; every second that she was being prepared

for the oven was a second that she wasn't actually in the oven. Right

now, that's all that the helpless piglet girl had going for her, and

when the horrifying and excessively detailed explanation for all

that had been done to her body her mind raced, trying to think of one

more thing that Vincent would need to do before cooking her.

But there was nothing more. It was done, and she was ready. Vincent

gave a sly smile, said, "I'll be back to check on your vegetables in a

few hours; they'll be ready when I'm able to sink a fork down into your

thigh and it goes to your bone without resistance. I do look forward

to sampling them... along with a side of freshly roasted pork. I'm

thinking that I'll start with a carving from your leg." He gave the

squash in her sex a light prodding and pushed the fat, naked,

honey-covered, vegetable filled piglet girl into the oven to be roasted.

Julianne tried to stare at Vincent, hoping against hope for some sign of

mercy, but she couldn't keep her eyes open once completely immersed in

the overwhelming inferno within the oven. She barely heard the oven

door close through her muffled yet still loud squeals, and soon her only

awareness was of the agonizing heat searing every inch of her body. And

that was a lot of inches. She squirmed and writhed helplessly within

her restraints and her tense vaginal muscles squeezed uncontrollably and

uncomfortably around the vegetables within her cunt, the produce already

simmering in her natural juices; the part of the sow's mind that was

still functional rued her acceptance of wolf's offer to a dinner of

'steamed veggies'.

The oven opened. Julianne's tormented mind almost expected (as much

as it could expect anything) a gush of cooler air to wash over her,

just as hot air hit her when she was in front of the oven's open door on

the outside. No such comfort arrived, however, as she felt just as hot

and unpleasant all over as she did when the door was closed. She felt

pinpricks on her thigh, making her writhe as the sensation enhanced the

already seared feeling in her skin. She heard a voice, unable to place

it despite its familiarity; it sounded somewhat distant and she didn't

register the words until several seconds after they were spoken.

"I must say," the wolf mused, "you do look absolutely delectable in

there. I know you probably never thought about or expected to be

roasting in my oven, but you truly seem to be in your element here. I

expect you'll look even better in the next few hours."

He prodded her twitching, reddened thigh again and added, "...I won't

be able to eat all of you in one sitting, but I want you to know that

I'm very likely going to be carving out some meat from this leg of yours

first. I'm going to want to sample some of your plump belly meat

also..."

The wolf lifted the fork and prodded the sow's prominent belly for a

moment, then lowered his fork to her nethers and lightly tickled her

moistened nethers, eliciting a strained moan and weak writhing from the

bound and slightly heated piglet.

The fork dipped lower, gently prodding Julianne's now rather

sensitive vulva, then gently sliding and teasing her quite reddened clit

as he concluded, "But don't be concerned. I'll be sure to save room for

the real treat, right here! Your juices are already quite tasty, and

I've no doubt that your cuntmeat will be absolutely delicious once

properly cooked."

Julianne gave another strained, weak moan as the wolf retreated. The

oven door closed, and she was once again alone in the intense,

blazing heat that slowly cooked her alive. She spasmed, shuddered, and

suffered and baked inside of the oven, skin reddening as her awareness

slowly faded away. Her body seized up and she was dimly aware of the

vegetables jostling uncomfortably within her straining vaginal muscles,

and then her spasms and struggling tapered off, and her suffering ended

soon after.

Many hours had passed. As promised, Vincent had checked on his fat

little piglet girl within a few hours of her going into the oven, and

found her progress -- at that point a deep red and already rather

fragrant -- satisfactory. The passing of more hours led to more checks

of the piglet whose skin was gradually going from a bright red to a

faint brown, and then from there to deeper and deeper shades of brown.

The last two checks had a fork pushing at Julianne's thick left thigh. The

little piggirl showed no signs of discomfort, even as the prongs sank

down through her now rather dried out skin and even further through the

layers of fat padding the limb. This was the third probing of her

flesh, and when Vincent felt the prongs of the fork hit bone he knew

that it was also to be the last check. After taking a moment to put on

a pair of large oven mitts, Vincent carefully removed the pan upon which

sat the now sizzling, steaming and golden brown Julianne from his oven.

It was far later than Julianne had originally planned and the

circumstances weren't as she'd expected, but at last the little piglet

was at Vincent's table for the promised dinner date.

She wasn't dressed as she'd planned to be. She thought that she'd be

wearing her simple blouse and her attractive, even if somewhat plain,

brown skirt to the table. Instead, she was stark naked. Well, nearly.

Her hefty bosoms were afforded some modesty from the crisped up bready

shell that still covered them completely, though the dough certainly

didn't hide the shape or size of the thick mammaries that rested upon

her ample belly, which was also nicely exposed enough provide a clear

view of her navel decorating the center She wore no skirt to shield from

view her fat rump, which was now well-accented with her somewhat

crisped-up and still curled tail. The black hooves of her feet were

barely visible nestled beneath the two sizable globes of her propped up

ass. While her hooves may have been mostly hidden, her thick, heavy

legs certainly were not. Her calves were tucked neatly beneath her

hams, and her legs were nicely spread open wide to give a good look at

them from multiple angles. Her spread legs brought something else into

view as well, and she certainly would have been shocked at the thought

of coming to dinner in this fashion, with her cunt lewdly exposed for

all to see, but there it was: the swollen button of her moist clit was

prominently facing forward right above her somewhat puffed up labia

lips, which seemed to squeeze slightly around the squash that remained

crammed up inside of her vagina. Julianne was no nudist, nor was she an

exhibitionist, yet despite her rather brazen state of dress (or lack

thereof) the fat little piglet girl made no visible or audible

complaint. In fact, she seemed rather serene. Her eyes were closed

tightly, and she wordlessly held a large, ripe red apple beneath her

protruding snout.

The main course of the evening was also quite different than Julianne

had been led to believe. Hours earlier the piglet girl fully expected

to be at a table where a modest but tasty meal of steamed vegetables was

served as the only course. She'd never have guessed that the veggies

were a mere side dish, and that she was to be roasted to a golden brown

and her fat, cooked body served as the main course. She thought that

the dinner choices would be between zucchini, squash, broccoli and

cauliflower. Now, however, the tough choice was whether to the thick

steak of her belly, the juicy meat of her steaming thighs or even one

of her well-cooked breasts, now covered in a sizzling and slightly

crisp shell of breading.

That's not to say that Julianne had been completely wrong about the

evening meal. Steamed vegetables were indeed on the evening menu,

though -- like much this evening -- they had not been prepared in any

fashion that Julianne had expected. She'd not given much thought to how

Vincent would be cooking the veggies, but she would never have expected

to have her garden produce 'steamed' inside of her own vagina as she sat

in an oven, nor did she expect that SHE herself would be cooking up

this evening. But now it was done; a heap of now steaming vegetables

still lay crammed up inside of the piglet girl's cooked cunny. Her

vaginal muscles could no longer clench around the steaming veggies, and

the thick squash still plugging up the porcine sexual passage was all

that held the appetizer within the body of the main course.

Vincent slid a plate between Julianne's thighs, right beneath her

roasted nethers, and took a moment to enjoy the sight of juices dripping

down from her swollen sexlips before he carefully reached for and pulled

free the moistened squash closing up the entrance to the evening meal's

vagina. The piglet girl's cooked cunny remained stretched open even

when the plug was removed, allowing the fruits (or, rather, vegetables)

of Julianne's gardening labors to spill forth from the opened passage.

The chopped zucchini, broccoli, cauliflower and other assorted

vegetables spilled out rapidly, piling up on the plate, the produce now

steaming hot and coated with a fragrant sauce of Julianne's sexual juices.

When the last of the fragrant produce emerged from the piglet pussy,

along with a dribbling of the thick juices that now covered all of the

chopped vegetables Vincent pulled his plate back, took up a fork and

dug in, randomly spearing a piece of broccoli and cauliflower in his

first pass, both still dripping with the sauce of simmered sowhoney. As

Julianne had expected, the meal did indeed open up with the fine taste of

steamed veggies. It was a pity that she was unable to taste the efforts

of her gardening mixed with Vincent's skill in the kitchen, but the wolf

was certain that she would have been pleased with the result. The first

bite was exquisite; Vincent didn't have any special fondness for

vegetables, but Julianne's garden had undeniably produced a tasty crop for

the evening, enhanced further by the special steam in which it had

cooked and the juices that had simmered around it. The tangy taste of

piglet pussy seemed to perfectly complement the flavor of each

individual vegetable used in the mix.

Vincent consumed only a few bites of the vegetable medley before

looking to the main course herself, feeling that it was past time for

him to appreciate his little piglet friend as more than merely the

vessel in which his appetizer was cooked. Deciding that a dinner of

'honey baked ham' more or less required that at least some of the meal

eaten be from the hams, Vincent took up his carving knife and sank it

into Julianne's outer right thigh. The blade sank down through the

steaming porkflesh with little effort, and the wolf was able to easily

carve out a thick section of meat from the heavy girl's upper leg,

exposing a bit of the bone beneath as the hearty slab of meat was pulled

free and placed admist the remainder of the vegetables adorning the lone

wolf's plate. It was quite a sight to behold -- thick, juicy flesh,

perfectly marbled with a layer of fat -- but Vincent's appetite took

precedence over his sense of aesthetics for the moment, and he simply

dug right in, cutting off a portion of the pork roast and sampling. It

was just as well that he didn't take the time to admire the beauty of

the meat, for the flavor was exceptional, even amongst young piglets

like Julianne. Extremely tender, delightfully tangy and sweetened just

right from the honey cooked into the skin, Vincent chewed up his first

bite very slowly to enjoy and savor the flavor of a young country girl,

someone who lived a simple and happy life, but one of abundance. He

eagerly sank his fork into the serving of ham upon his plate and carved

out another morsel of the pink, juicy porkflesh, and then another and

another, eating slowly enough to properly enjoy the meal, but quickly

enough that the last bite was just as hot as the first. And then it was

gone, Vincent had eaten all of the first cut from Julianne's leg.

The wolf looked up and gave a chuckle. He felt like he'd eaten so

much, and yet there was still so much more of young Julianne remaining.

The carving from her thigh, while ample, still left plenty of meat

waiting to be devoured on the right leg alone.

Vincent ate a few more of the vegetables, cleansing the palate

somewhat before his next course. Each part of the young piglet girl's

body had enough meat on it to last a day at least, but Vincent was

convinced that he'd sample at least some of everything this evening

before Julianne's remains were prepared for his freezer. Before that could

happen, however, while there was still room in his stomach there was one

more complete course that the wolf knew had to be eaten.

Vincent's sharp carving knife sank deeply into Julianne's tender,

roasted flesh right up at her inner right thigh. The edge worked

upward, along her groin, and then the full blade was plunged firmly into

the piglet girl's crotch region, right at the edge of her sexual mound,

until the wolf felt the tip hitting pelvic bone. He made a firm slice

upwards, jerking the blade in a practiced maneuver -- not seeing the

inner flesh that it carved, but knowing from previous experience just

how to get the cut he wanted. He slipped up beyond her pelvis, just to

her waistline with the black fur on his wrist brushing up against the

juices coating the lower part of her protruding stomach and he turned

the blade to the side, carving a horizontal slit right above the pelvis,

stopping above the other end of Julianne's groin. What little of the blade

that wasn't buried within Julianne's thick flesh flashed in the dim light

of the kitchen as the wolf turned the knife downward and made a second

slit, this one running the opposite side of the piglet girl's prominent

sexual mound, stopping just below the stretched slit that marked the

entrance to the girl's vagina. And then another cut, a second

horizontal slice from the second vertical cut to the first.

And then Vincent withdrew the knife slowly and watched the beautiful

sight of Julianne's carved cuntflesh sliding out from her hips and onto his

plate.

It wasn't an encyclopedic listing of the parts of the female

reproductive system, but it was -- at least as far as Vincent was

concerned -- the true treasure of any girl's body. Her outer sexual

organs were all represented quite clearly; the labia adorned one side of

the carving of meat, looking now even more like a blossoming flower

without Julianne's thighs beside it to put it in context, with the cherry

of her clit adorning it like second flower bud. Beneath the folds of

her vulva was the clear entrance to her vagina; her entire vaginal tube

was represented in the carving, and Vincent took some time to prod

within the steaming, fragrant passage to admire the sweet interior that

had so diligently and efficiently cooked his vegetable appetizer.

But he only took a little time, as his stomach was already growling

noisily at the sight of such delectable flesh before him. As per his

usual tradition, Vincent set his knife and fork aside and simply took

the entire slab of Julianne's genital meats into his large hands,

lightly sinking his claws into the soft flesh and feeling his black

fingerpads become drenched with her juices. He lifted the delightful

meal up to his face and inhaled its sweet sexual scents before pressing

his lips lightly against the opening of Julianne's vulva. His tongue

darted up to her clit for a moment, then probed into the passage of her

vagina, snaking through to sample her juices and feel her intense heat.

And then his teeth sank in slowly.

Vincent felt his front teeth sink into Julianne's tender outer labia

lips. He pushed forward slightly, hooking a few teeth into her inner

labia as well, and he used his tongue to help further separate the juicy

vulva flesh from the rest of the crotchmeat. His tongue licked upward,

sliding over the piping hot cherry of her clit, and his mouth

momentarily widened so that he could snap off the tender button. He

drew back slightly, keeping the remainder of the girl's cunnyflesh near

enough his nose to fully take in the scent as he slowly chewed up what

had been Julianne's entire vulva and sexual mound, then let himself feel

the meat sliding down his throat when he swallowed.

The wolf's mouth opened wider, then teeth sank into the now exposed

flesh of her vaginal entrance and chomped down, quickly pulling the

first of many mouthfuls of piglet pussy into his maw. He took another

bite, and then another, quickly munching away at the meat that had been

part of or surrounded Julianne's vaginal passage until his mouth was full

and he was forced to pause and continue chewing what he'd already bitten

off. Fragrant sexual juices that had simmered for hours coated the

wolf's muzzlefur as he took in the exotic flavors of Julianne's most

private meats, and then he swallowed down what he'd taken in, pausing a

moment to feel it traveling into his stomach.

And then he was at it again, resuming his meal with what was left of

Julianne's pussy. And there was quite a lot, at that. Sharp lupine teeth

rapidly drove into and tore away tender cunnyflesh and intoxicating

juices spilled forth seemingly endlessly onto Vincent's tongue until his

mouth was once again full and he was forced to take another break from

his chomping and munching to chew what he already had. Upon swallowing

the second mouthful down he was left with only a small portion of meat,

all that remained of Julianne's vagina. Vincent easily popped it into his

muzzle, chewed it up as best he could, and enjoyed one last swallow of

what he thought must have been the tastiest piglet cunt he'd ever eaten.

Vincent leaned back in his dinner chair, a bit exhausted from the

intense meal which he finished up properly by licking up the spilled

cuntjuices from his fingers. Julianne was a special girl, and she'd had

very special nether regions, greatly enhanced by her natural girth. The

wolf had eaten some well-fleshed porkers before, but none prior to Julianne

had ever given him a sexual steak that couldn't be completely devoured

in more than two complete mouthfuls. Patting his belly, and feeling

quite grateful that he wasn't wearing pants, the wolf idly mused on

whether or not he should have taken the girl's virginity prior to making

a meal of her, but in the end decided not to expend too much effort

worrying about such things that could now not be changed and instead

simply relaxed and recovered from the exquisite dish.

And then he stood. He stood to admire his meal's face. He leaned in

and lightly drew his long, moist tongue across the piglet's flat snout,

getting a tangy flavor there. He used his thumb to gently widen the

roast's open mouth so that he could pull the apple free and a thick waft

of steam escaped from the silent gape.

Vincent smiled warmly and -- while he certainly had no regrets about

what he'd done to her -- felt that he could have enjoyed spending a more

complete evening with this girl before turning her into a proper roast.

He looked in close at her head and nudged her left ear, though it

wouldn't move. Hours earlier Julianne's ears were soft and pliable, but

now they were both folded down over her head and rather crisped into

place. Vincent slid his tongue beneath the flap of darkened skin and

pondered crunching it up, but decided to save it for another time.

Instead he moved his mouth in and whispered softly.

"I told you that I'd be eating your pussy..." His tongue flicked out

as he sampled some of the juices welled up within her ear before he

continued, "...and I must say that it was, without a doubt, the best

meal that I have ever tasted. I do appreciate the effort you've put

into making yourself a delightful dinner."

His broad, black nose grazed her cheek lightly as he shifted his head

and put his lips against her own, his mouth opening into a deep, firm

and passionate -- if one-sided -- kiss. The wolf's broad muzzle seemed

to partially engulf the roasted piglet girl's smaller mouth, though his

cheekfur was brushed by her protruding snout as he shifted his head

about here and there. Vincent's tongue slid into Julianne's still steaming

maw as he furthered the passionate kiss as if showing affection to a

lover. The kiss was held for nearly a minute before the wolf finally --

and quite gently -- pulled away from the sow's open mouth, returned

to his seat and started chewing up Julianne's tongue before swallowing

the morsel.

It was time to resume the proper meal. Usually at this point Vincent

would have room for just one more course, but tonight for some reason --

even in spite of the extra flesh that Julianne's body had provided for his

previous courses -- the wolf felt an urge to fully sample two more

complete cuts of meat.

Her belly went first. Belly flesh always proved to be delightfully

tender, and Julianne had already proven herself more succulent than most

sows of her age and build. The carving knife pushed forth at the

roasted piglet's lower abdomen, then carefully carved out a slab of meat

from her tummy just over an inch in thickness, with her prominent navel

adorning the center. The flesh started to fall out of the girl's belly,

but Vincent caught it in his hands, holding it in his thick fingers,

bringing it to his face and taking her scent into his broad, black nose.

The aroma was like most of the sow's roasted meat, though the wolf's

sensitive sense of smell picked out subtle pleasant variations specific

to this cut of meat. And then he took his first bite from her belly.

And he chewed very slowly.

The belly flesh was more tender than her thighmeat had been. Which

wasn't to say that her hams were tough or stringy -- indeed, they'd been

delightful to devour -- but it was just slightly easier to sink his

teeth down into young Julianne's cooked abdominal flesh. The layer of fat

marbling the steak seemed a little finer than the fat of her leg,

perhaps because her daily garden tending exercised her thighs slightly

in a way that her belly never was. The taste wasn't quite as tangy as

the legmeat had been, but the extra tenderness seemed to make up for it

and so the wolf couldn't say that either cut of meat was better than the

other. He took another bite, the fangs of his broad muzzle sinking in

just inches from her belly button, more of the meat surrounding her

navel vanishing into his maw before it was chewed up and swallowed.

Vincent continued to consume the pork belly steak, eating his way around

the slab of meat until only a small morsel remained, her navel right in

the middle of it. Then the last piece of meat was popped into his

mouth, and his tongue pushed inside of the indentation a bit, playing

around before teeth chomped it up beyond recognition.

Vincent took some time to lick Julianne's porkjuices from his fingers,

noisily slurping them clean one by one until he could no longer detect

her flavor on his large hands. And then he looked to the remains of

the roast, still mostly intact and still quite clearly recognizable as

the lovely sow who had entered his home that afternoon The wolf gave a

chuckle and spoke to his meal as he lifted his carving knife once more.

"My lovely miss, you have been an absolutely delightful guest and now

a delightful dinner. I do thank you for providing me with such a

succulent companion dish with my vegetables this evening."

The wolf stood and gently slid the flat of his blade at the bottom of

Julianne's right breast as he examined the crisp brown shell that covered

the mammary and he continued speaking as if she could hear, "...and now

I'm afraid that I have something of a confession to make. I was not

entirely honest with you earlier..."

Vincent's large black-furred hand cupped over Julianne's right breast

completely, his fingers grasping the massive globe very lightly so as

not to crush the breaded coating, "...I did tell you that cooking the

vegetables inside of you gave them the best possible flavor..and I was

not lying when I told you that. However..."

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Vincent's other hand turned the carving knife's blade and pressed it

against the sow's chest, the sharp edge working right to where the

crisped dough met her body and resting there, "...I also told you that

your body being cooked along with them was merely an unfortunate

side-effect. I suppose that this is also true, but I neglected to

mention that I also prefer to cook my vegetables in that way because in

cooking your flesh along with the vegetables it gives me the opportunity

to eat the flesh of fat young porkers such as yourself."

The blade slid upward with nary a hint of resistance from the sow's

body. It rather easily carved the sizable piglet girl's breast from

the bone, though despite the ease at which the blade moved through

Julianne's flesh Vincent took his time to enjoy the sight and continue his

speech, "So when I invited you over to dinner, it was not only so that I

could sample the results of your gardening efforts -- which are

delicious, by the way -- but also because I knew from the moment I saw

you that I wished to serve your body sizzling from my oven and consume

your flesh. I suppose I should have stated from the beginning that I

wished to roast and eat you, but I was afraid that you'd not accept my

invitation if I had been so forthcoming..."

The blade slid more than halfway through the base of Julianne's breast,

and soon emerged near the top of her chest, allowing Vincent to pull

away the entirety of the sow's steaming, breaded mammary, crisp shell and

all. He took a moment to admire the beauty of what he held in his hand,

then looked to Julianne with a somewhat sly smile and quickly added, "I do

hope that you're not upset..."

Julianne made no indication that she was upset at all. She didn't

explicitly state approval over being kept in the dark in such away, but

neither did she offer any complaint, and Vincent took that as a good

sign as he took his first bite from her breast. His lower teeth

crunched into the crispy shell as his upper pulled moist, soft breast

tissue onto his tongue. He chewed slowly and sighed happily; the

breading had added just the right amount of texture to complement the

soft, sweet meat.

Vincent swallowed the first bite quickly and concluded, "I do think

that everything turned out for the best after all. You are indeed

delicious."

He slowly consumed the rest of her breast, taking his time to enjoy

the meal. One bite provide to have a slightly chewier texture than the

rest, and the wolf knew instantly that he held the disc of the sow's

nipple in his mouth. His tongue played against it for a moment before

he allowed himself to resume chewing it properly before swallowing it

down and then devouring the rest of the sweet breastmeat.

Julianne's meat thus far had been exquisite, and there was still so much

left on the roasted sow, but Vincent wasn't sure he could fit another

bite into his already overstuffed belly. He leaned back in his chair

and gave a hearty belch, closing his eyes and feeling a little groggy

from all the work of eating his dinner. In time he would chop off the

piglet's limbs and then gradually carve various cuts and steaks from her

torso to ready her for his freezer, but for now the wolf felt like

taking a nap. Reclining in his chair, the wolf rested a hand on his

full belly, looked up to the young piglet still steaming on his table,

and chuckled, "A wonderful dinner. I thank you for providing the

meat..." before he slowly drifted off for a nap.