{"sf1_id":9678,"sf2_id":"Xnr8Bbje","title":"Steamed Veggies","author":"Bartaugh","words":15509,"posted_at":"2006-03-05T00:52:00.000Z","tags":["Cooking","M/F","NC","Oral","Pig","Snuff","Vore (soft)","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9678-steamed-veggies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnr8Bbje","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fc/f3/fcf360f7-0962-4a66-a57f-67b387662ddb","description":"","content":"I don't care for the title, but I couldn't think of anything better.  \n  \nMy usual disclaimers apply: snuff, cooking, vore. Trying to focus more on anatomical feature  \nspecific to the subjects of the story (as in types of tails, etc), as I feel that I've neglected such  \ndetails in the past to the point where the species of characters in many of my stories could be  \ncompletely changed with no noticable difference in content. Let me know if you think that I  \nwas sucessful -- that is, if you care for this type of story at all.  \n  \nSpecial thanks to Taxus for some of the ideas used herin.  \n  \nIt was harvest time.  \n  \nFor professional farmers it meant many weeks of extensive work, but  \nfor one little piglet girl who tended a fairly simple garden the labor  \nonly lasted for a few days. Still, it wasn't easy working out in the  \nhot sun tending to the ripened vegetables and sorting them all away for  \nhours at a time.  \n  \nJulianne wasn't the most attractive of piglet girls, but she wasn't  \nhideous either. She was noticeably plump, even to the point of being  \nfat, but not so much that it made her grotesque. It was really sort of  \na pleasant plumpness to her, which matched her face: pleasant. Not  \nstriking, not homely, just pleasantly plain.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The piglet's outfit wasn't exactly glamorous either, but then it was  \ntailored for function, not style. She wore a simple skirt, tattered  \nfrom frequent grinding against the ground when she knelt, a plain cloth  \nshirt that was sparse enough to keep her as cool as possible in the hot  \nweather but large enough to give her ample modesty, and a large-brimmed  \nsun hat so that her eyes would not be so fatigued from her time outside.  \n  \nDespite the piglets relatively plain appearance and dress, her  \npresence was still of great interest to a wolf who watched, unnoticed,  \nnearby.  \n  \nFinding a quiet spot well within the shadows, Vincent had taken to  \nwatching Julianne's work for the past few days. He had a special  \nappreciation for her figure, in spite of what some might consider  \nimperfections. He often enjoyed when her back was turned and she leaned  \nforward to root out deeply-buried produce, giving the wolf a good look  \nat her well-rounded rump through her undergarments. He'd also enjoyed  \nwhen she stood to take a breath of air and pause from her work, as she  \nwould stretch her body out and her bosoms would jiggle so attractively.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Today, however, was different. Vincent suspected that Julianne's work  \nwould be finished today. For that reason the wolf decided that he would  \nmake his move today.  \n  \n  \nJulianne lifted her head up and started to stand to lift a basket of  \nsquash when she saw him looking her over, standing right in front of  \nher, his arms crossed and a pleasant smile across his face. He was  \nrather handsome, even if dressed in a simple outfit, and so Julianne's  \nsurprise was not terribly unsettling. She gave a somewhat sheepish  \nsmile and greeted her visitor, \"Um, hello!\"  \n  \nVincent gave a polite and small bow and returned the favor,  \n\"Greetings, miss. I couldn't help but notice your hard work here.  \nYou've quite a garden!\"  \n  \nThe young piglet girl couldn't help but blush at the compliment, and  \nshe looked about her work slowly, \"Well, it's just a modest pastime  \nBut thank you for your kind words.\"  \n  \nVincent laughed pleasantly in response and replied, \"You are too  \nmodest! Why it looks like you've the means to feed yourself through  \nnothing but your own hard work!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne gave a slow nod, \"Well, that's true, I suppose...but...\"  \n  \nShe let out a somewhat exasperated sigh and added, \"...after working  \nall day getting the vegetables out, I don't know if I have the strength  \nto prepare them for dinner!\"  \n  \nVincent gave a sympathetic smile, \"As a matter of fact, that is why I  \nstopped to speak with you. You see, I fancy myself quite a chef, and I  \nwould like to offer you my services in preparing a meal for you this  \nevening. All I ask is that you bring a sample from your garden with  \nwhich I can work, and that you allow me to share in some of your  \nefforts...\"  \n  \nJulianne looked a bit surprised by the sudden offer, and it showed in  \nher response, starting with stutters and stammers and a rather confused  \nlook before she finally gathered her wits back together and gave her  \nanswer, \"W...why that's very generous of you!\"  \n  \nThe wolf looked a little embarrassed and turned his head away  \nslightly, playing bashful, \"Oh, think nothing of it. I'm just looking  \nfor an excuse to taste some of those delightful-looking vegetables  \nthere...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne gave a light giggle at the wolf's sly and charming smile and  \nshe nodded, \"I would love to meet you for dinner this evening. I...I'll  \njust need some time to clean up and I'll bring over some of my best  \nwork!\"  \n  \nVincent gave a smile and a nod, \"Wonderful, it's a date! Now...I do  \nhave one thing to ask. Your squash looks irresistible..Whatever else  \nyou bring, I beg you to include the best selection you have from your  \nsquash...\"  \n  \nJulianne gave a nod, \"Agreed.\"  \n  \nAnd so the two exchanged names, and the little piglet received  \ninstructions to the wolf's home, and Vincent headed off, telling her  \nthat he was to prepare his kitchen to meet her, and Julianne returning  \ninside to select which veggies she should be bringing her newfound  \nfriend, and also to bathe herself before donning a simple, pleasant and  \nless-tattered skirt and a clean, well-tailored white blouse and heading  \noff to meet her dinner date.  \n  \nJulianne had some concerns over her understanding of the wolf's  \ndirections, but her worries proved unfounded as she soon found herself  \nstanding in the middle of the deep forest facing a sizable, but humbly  \nconstructed home in the middle of a clearing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The abode seemed oddly quiet for the home of someone expecting a  \nguest at any moment, but the piglet's apprehensive knocks on the large  \nwooden front door were greeted within seconds. Julianne smiled up at her  \nhost, then her eyes went wide in surprise from realization  \n  \nVincent gave another charming smile as he greeted his guest, but his  \nexpression turned to confusion when he noticed her incredible blush and  \nshocked appearance. And then he looked deeply embarrassed and squirmed a  \nbit as he apologized, \"Oh, I am so terribly sorry! I...I'd completely  \nforgotten to put some clothes on!\"  \n  \nJulianne didn't need to be told that the wolf was naked: it was readily  \napparent from what she saw before her, making her realize that she'd  \nreally not gotten a good look at the wolf before.  \n  \nHe was big. She'd seen that before, as he'd towered over her four  \nfoot frame at seven feet tall. She'd not realized just how strong he  \nwas, but now there was no mistaking the incredible muscle tone clearly  \nvisible through his well-groomed black chestfur. His build was no less  \nimpressive across is abdomen, and his legs were well-muscled also.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Of course, the real focus for Julianne's attention was between those  \nlegs.  \n  \nVincent stepped back, but made no effort to cover himself even as he  \nexplained, \"I'm so terribly sorry. I normally cook alone, and my  \nkitchen becomes so hot that I feel better wearing nothing at all in it.  \nPlease, accept my apologies. I do not mean to upset you; I shall fetch  \nsome pants.  \n  \nThe wolf turned, giving Julianne a good look at Vincent's well-shaped  \nrump as his tail glided back and forth before it. And then she found  \nherself speaking up without thinking.  \n  \n\"Wait, no!\"  \n  \nVincent stopped in his tracks and turned to face the young piglet,  \nwho seemed to do her best to recover from her initial surprise. He gave  \na warm smile and asked, \"Yes?\"  \n  \nThe piglet girl was blushing brightly at this point, and she could  \nfeel her heart pounding in her chest as her mind raced to determine just  \nwhy she was saying such things as, \"There's no need. I wouldn't want  \nyou to be uncomfortable.\"  \n  \nVincent looked somewhat amused, but said, \"My lady, you are my guest.  \nIt is I who should do all that I can so that you are comfortable!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; By now Julianne had successfully hidden all sighs of her embarrassment,  \nand she reassured the wolf, \"It's quite alright, really! I was just  \nsurprised to see you in this state. There's no need to make yourself  \nuncomfortable in the heat of your kitchen for my sake.\"  \n  \nThe wolf gave a nod and a reply, \"As you wish. And speaking of my  \nkitchen, let us go there and prepare dinner together.\"  \n  \nJulianne didn't argue that point, and the two headed into the wolf's  \nspacious kitchen. Contrasted to the rather simple living room into  \nwhich Julianne had entered, the kitchen was rather well-furnished.  \nCountertops with all manner of cutting boards lined two of the walls. A  \nvery large oven sat against another wall, and what could only have been  \nthe entrance to a walk-in freezer was set into the fourth. Julianne  \nmarveled at the assorted pots and pans hanging from the wall before  \nVincent asked, \"Quite a sight, don't you think?\"  \n  \nThe young piglet girl turned to face her lupine host and nodded  \nslowly, \"I've never seen such a kitchen!\" She sat her basket of  \nvegetables down on a countertop and took in the sights, and also began  \nappreciating the wolf's lack of clothing more: she could hear a fire  \nroaring in the oven, and it was making the room rather hot.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent nodded, rummaging through a collection of knives before  \nsettling upon a rather small one before answering, \"As I said, I am  \nsomething of a chef. Now, shall we start work on chopping the  \nvegetables?  \n  \nJulianne gave a polite nod, \"Of course!\" She began sorting out the  \nvarious produce from her basket before she felt the fur of Vincent's arm  \nlightly tickle the side of her head inadvertently. She blushed and gave  \na giggle as the wolf attempted to work the small knife, \"Oh, don't  \ntrouble yourself. I can do something that simple!\"  \n  \nVincent turned to the young piglet and smiled, \"But miss, I thought  \nthat the purpose of this visit was to let me do all of the work so that  \nyou may rest?\"  \n  \nThe piglet took the knife from the not-quite-so-reluctant wolf and  \nshook her head, \"I think that I can manage this much, and I don't want  \nto feel like I'm leaving all of the work to you!\"  \n  \nVincent stepped back, watching Julianne work, staring at her thick arms  \nas they pulled out various vegetables and chopped them into small  \nbite-sized portions. He reached an arm into the collection of as-yet  \nunchopped vegetables and pulled forth the largest of the squash, setting  \nit aside and smiling, \"Leave this one untouched, though. I have a  \nspecial use for it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne turned her head from her work. She had intended to look up at  \nVincent's face, but she froze up at the sight of his waist, unable to  \nshift her field of vision after the shock of the sight.  \n  \nThe wolf was still nude. That hadn't changed. What had changed was  \nthe sight between his legs. His testicles seemed to show more, as  \nthough he was standing with his legs spread enough to make them hang and  \nsway freely, but the most stark difference was at the tip of his now  \nquite swelled sheath.  \n  \nSpilling out of the swollen wolfish sheath, standing at a proud eight  \nand one half inches, was a thick, throbbing, reddish-pink lupine cock.  \n  \nJulianne stood, open-mouthed, staring at the rather lewd display before  \nher. The sow's snout twitched and her mind clouded from the inescapable  \nscent of lupine arousal that overwhelmed her olfactory senses.  \n  \nVincent seemed a bit concerned at the piglet's sudden change of  \nattitude and he tilted his head curiously, starting to ask, \"Young miss,  \nare you alri...\" but he stopped when he looked down further and noticed  \nthe cause of her surprise. Instantly embarrassed, the wolf started to  \nturn his hips and blushed profusely, offering, \"I'm so terribly sorry!  \nThis is so very rude of me! I'll cover myself quickly, please forgive  \nme!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne reached for Vincent's side, not wanting her host to be  \nuncomfortable in his own home, but his turning pulled his hip from her  \nreach, and instead slapped his thick, fat cock into her grasping hand.  \nWhich led to even more embarrassment on both sides. Julianne froze up, her  \nfingers grasping around the slightly twitching member.  \n  \nVincent, for his part, looked mortified at what he'd done, and he  \nquickly whined, \"I...I am so terribly sorry!\" He started to tug his  \nhips away, but Julianne suddenly looked up and shook her head.  \n  \n\"Young miss?\"  \n  \nVincent stared with some confusion and quite a bit of embarrassment as  \nthe young sow gave a faint smile. Her hand slowly and gently rocked  \naround the wolf's member, squeezing subtly. And then she leaned forward  \nand inhaled deeply through her snout, taking in the wolf's unmistakably  \naroused scent.  \n  \nJulianne had never smelled an aroused male wolf before, and she found it  \noverpowering and intoxicating. She heard Vincent speaking to her, but  \nhis voice sounded as though it was being heard underwater: unclear and  \nindistinct.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent twitched and squirmed, unable to control his arousal or his  \nthrobbing erection as the piglet girl's hand massaged at it or as her  \nsnout nearly touched and sucked air from around it. He let out a  \nstrained groan, and struggled to maintain composure enough to tell the  \nyoung sow, \"M...miss...you needn't...I can simply cover myself...please,  \nthere's no need...oooh!\"  \n  \nHe lost control for a moment and broke down into panting and grunting  \nwhen Julianne's tongue touched his cocktip. And then she looked up at him,  \nas if seeking approval, and he reached to caress her cheek while giving  \na warm smile.  \n  \n\"Young miss, while this is certainly not unpleasant...nor is it  \nundesirable...I have no wish to experience enjoyment at your expense.  \nIf you are not fully comfortable with this, you should not feel  \nobligated...\"  \n  \nHe stopped speaking again and let out another groan as Julianne made  \nclear that she felt completely comfortable. Her maw opened up and took  \nin half of Vincent's cock, tongue wrapping the shaft and muzzle suckling  \nlightly around the warm wolfflesh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent let out another groan and gently grasped the sow's head,  \nguiding her movements, but never holding her forcefully. He managed to  \ngasp out, \"Of course...if it is your wish to do this...I will not stop  \nyou...\" His hips rocked lightly and slowly into the woman.  \n  \nSeveral minutes passed of Julianne gently sucking on Vincent's cock,  \nhead bobbing slightly and subtly. It was her first time, and she was  \ninexperienced, but the fat young sow did her best to learn and adapt.  \nAnd she seemed to be doing a good job, judging from the wolf's reaction.  \nHe spread his legs a bit, which gave her room to reach forth with her  \nfat left hand and cup over his heavy balls, gently fondling and teasing  \nthem, making the wolf tense up further. She drew back, snout twitching,  \ncontinuing to take in Vincent's overpowering aroused scent. She pressed  \nforward, struggling and tensing up somewhat uncomfortably as she tried  \nto take the wolf's throbbing, dripping tip into her throat. Each time  \nshe started to spasm and twitch from the difficulty. Vincent's hand  \nheld her head and guided her forward, encouraging her to keep trying,  \nbut never stopping her from drawing back when she found the task to be  \ntoo daunting.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And so the fat sow gave the aroused wolf an intense, even if  \nunpracticed, blowjob for the next few minutes until Vincent felt his  \norgasm draw near. He tensed up noticeably and started to thrust a little  \nmore firmly into the piglet's maw. His head tilted back and he panted  \nrapidly, gasping and groaning at the sudden increase in pleasure. And  \nthen it hit. The wolf didn't become brutal or forceful. While his pace  \nwas quickened noticeably, he was still gentle in his grip on Julianne's head  \nand let her ease into the new experience as the climax washed over him.  \nJulianne, for her part, knew that something was coming, but still wasn't  \nentirely sure what to expect when she felt the first gush of thick,  \nsalty fluid pour out onto her tongue. Not knowing what else to do, the  \nyoung sow simply gulped firmly, inadvertently sucking more firmly around  \nthe spasming wolfcock lodged in her mouth. The stiff, pulsing member  \nlurched forward and poured its release almost directly into the somewhat  \nfrantic sow's throat, which worked overtime to gulp down the advancing  \nliquid. The cock drew back, nearly withdrawing, spurting forth onto the  \npiglet's tongue, giving Julianne a taste of hot, heavy wolfcum. Having  \nlittle time to determine what she thought of the taste, the startled sow  \nsimply gulped as fast as she could as the seed poured out into her  \nmouth, but all of her efforts couldn't stop some of the liquid from  \nspilling forth from her lips and dribbling down her chin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then it was over. Vincent slowly drew his cock from Julianne's  \nmuzzle, the length already starting to retreat back into the wolf's  \nsheath. Julianne stared forward, seeming in shock, and licked inside of  \nher mouth repeatedly to try and seek out any remnants of Vincent's  \nsperm. She felt something touching her chin, and realized that Vincent  \nwas gently dabbing away some of the mess there with a cloth. The sow  \nlooked up at the wolf's kindly face, her body trembling lightly.  \n  \nVincent smiled, \"That was quite pleasant...\" Noticing her  \nshell-shocked appearance he quickly followed up with, \"...is everything  \nalright. I...I hope that wasn't unpleasant for you. I did not mean to  \nmake you feel obligated...\"  \n  \nThe sow smiled -- albeit weakly -- and shook her head. She turned  \nher attention back to the half-chopped vegetables on the counter and  \nadded, \"...I...I just didn't expect it to happen, is all.\"  \n  \nVincent nodded, but still looked a bit worried. He gently rested his  \nlarge left hand on the piglet's right shoulder and said, \"Well, alright.  \nI didn't exactly expect it either. But if you want to talk about it, I  \ndon't mind. And if you'd rather not speak of it again, just say so.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne resumed her work, now having to take moments to stop her hands  \nfrom trembling. Each attempt seemed to simply transfer the movement to  \nher whole body, which occasionally shook rapidly and uncontrollably for  \nseveral seconds, as though she were shivering from intense cold. She  \nswallowed constantly, still thinking that she detected Vincent's taste  \non her tongue long after it should have faded, like an omnipresence  \ncoating the inside of her mouth. She turned to the still  \nconcerned-looking wolf and gave as best a smile she could, not wanting  \nher host to worry. It wasn't as though she had been coerced She'd  \ndone it quite willingly. Vincent had even suggested against it -- it  \nhad occurred more at her insistence than his. Even when she'd started  \nhe'd been reluctant to let it continue, and he'd been so polite and  \nreassuring when it was over. She could hardly blame him for what  \nhappened, but now that it was over she wasn't sure if she could look him  \nin the eye again.  \n  \n\"T...they're ready, s...sir...\"  \n  \nDespite her best efforts, her voice betrayed her intense nervousness,  \nyet Vincent made no attempt to draw further attention to the young  \npiglet girl's self-consciousness. He approached her, and seemed ready  \nto put a hand on her shoulder before sensing her continued agitation, so  \nhe put his hands on the counter instead and smiles, \"That looks like very  \nnice work. You've clearly had quite a bit of practice with handling  \nvegetables.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne took a breath, still detecting Vincent's scent near her. And  \nthen she smiled, finally allowing herself to relax, finally feeling the  \npounding in her chest slowing down.  \n  \nAnd then it happened.  \n  \nIt happened rather quickly, far more than Julianne expected. One moment  \nshe was finishing her work chopping up the vegetables, and the next she  \nwas yanked up onto Vincent's kitchen counter. Her hands were quickly  \nbound behind her back at a speed that must have required extensive  \npractice, and she was then thrown down so she was laying on her  \nbackside. She gave a confused squeal, unable to articulate her  \nconfusion before her feet were grabbed and her legs spread apart, knees  \nbent and ankles locked down into those strange metal protrusions on the  \ncounter that were now revealed to be restraints. She tugged on her legs  \nonce she felt her feet released, but she found her ankles rather  \nsecurely held down. She knew that she was trapped, but she still  \nsquealed and struggled in a panic when she saw Vincent looming overhead,  \nknife in hand.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent lowered the blade, and Julianne flinched and tugged away from it  \nas much as she should. The wolf gave a chuckle and reassured her,  \n\"Don't you worry. I'm not going to cut you...\"  \n  \nIt wasn't quite clear if Julianne even heard Vincent's words; she  \ncertainly didn't seem reassured as the blade approached her quivering  \nform...but then the wolf's hand grabbed her blouse and roughly lifted  \nit, using the knife to cut into it roughly, slicing the fabric swiftly,  \nbut still taking care to avoid so much as grazing her delicate skin as  \nthe blade danced about the fabric, reducing her white blouse to tattered  \nribbons which were easily pulled away to reveal the piglet's ample belly  \nand fat breasts. Julianne saw the blade descending toward her stomach and  \nlet out another squeal, but it was cut off when the waist of her skirt  \nwas lifted into the path of the blade, which changed course to slide  \ndown and cut away the second piece of Julianne's clothing. The shredded  \nfabric was pulled aside and Julianne became aware of her curled tail  \npressed up against her hands. The sensation was so unexpected that it  \ntook another few seconds before she realized -- with much embarrassment  \n-- that her spread legs left her nude genital region well-exposed, with  \nno means for her to cover herself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; While the initial fear of being sliced open had passed, Julianne didn't  \nhave a great deal of time to reflect upon the consequences of her being  \nstripped naked, as she was currently a bit more interested in finding  \nout just why she'd been treated so roughly. She started to ask,  \n\"W...what's the meaning of thiaaaah!\", the final squeal a result of her  \nsexual passage being rather firmly probed by a long lupine finger.  \n  \nVincent wanted to take some time and examine the now nude piglet, so  \nhe kept his slightly wiggling digit buried within the moist porcine  \npussy to keep Julianne squirming and squealing and not asking any questions  \nor trying to wiggle free. Her clothing had been loose-fitting, but even  \nwithout her slightly puffy blouse her upper body provide to be quite  \nfat. Her belly was well-padded from a lifetime of eating well, enough  \nto be noticeable yet not so much as to hang down in an unsightly fashion  \nover her waist. The wolf traced the fingers of his free hand over her  \npudgy belly, probing lightly at her navel before moving upwards, cupping  \nher hefty right breast in his hand, thumb sliding over the nipple. She  \nhad rather sizable tits, nicely plumped but not so heavy as to sag  \nvisibly and both capped with a now rather stiff nipple. Her arms, much  \nas the wolf could see with most of them bound behind her backside,  \nseemed quite thick also, her shoulder bones completely undetectable  \nbeneath the thick layer of fat covering them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne had managed to calm herself despite the distracting sensation  \nof a long finger continually probing her exposed sex and was now  \nsquirming feebly as a strong hand held, felt and squeezed her shoulder  \nand upper arm. She swallowed firmly, still rather confused as to why  \nshe'd been tied up and stripped naked, but not expecting that the reason  \nwould be anything good. She gave a surprised squeal when the hand moved  \nfrom her shoulder to her left breast, fingers fondling rather rudely,  \nbut she did manage to stammer out, \"W...what are you doing?\"  \n  \nVincent was a little surprised by the sudden question, but he did not  \nhesitate to provide a polite and honest answer, \"I'm simply examining  \nyou, miss. I do apologize for the surprise of it all, but I simply did  \nnot know if you'd be willing to undress for me had I merely asked.\"  \n  \nThe wolf gave a chuckle and a pat to the fat piglet girl's belly and  \nchuckled, \"No surprises here...but let's see what your skirt was hiding.\"  \n  \n  \nJulianne gave an embarrassed whine as the wolf rather thoroughly  \nexamined her, blushing brightly as she felt the wolf's hands feeling all  \nover her plump form and now rather self-conscious about being completely  \nnaked and looked over this way. She started to speak again, but a  \nsecond finger pushed into her sex to join the first, making her squeal  \nand writhe momentarily. Once recovered from the latest shock, she felt  \nthe wolf's other hand on her lower left leg, squeezing and fondling  \nabout. She shook her head a few times and remembered the thought that  \nhad been momentarily disrupted, finally grunting, \"S...stop that! You  \ncould have just asked rather than ruining my clothes!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It didn't quite sound as intended when Julianne heard herself say  \nit, and she instantly wished she'd chosen less awkward wording.  \n  \nVincent heard Julianne's statement and wished to answer it, but he  \nalso did not wish to lose his current train of thought so he simply kept  \nin mind to respond as soon as he felt he was able. Presently he was  \nsqueezing and rubbing over the porcine girl's left calf, fingers  \npressing in and feeling the limb at various angles. Julianne's skirt had  \nhidden two very nicely-shaped legs that currently trembled and tugged  \nuselessly at the restraints, each ending in a thick black hoof; the two  \nof which clattered uselessly against the countertops as they wiggled  \nonly slightly in the restraints. Each leg was well-covered with fat,  \nespecially her thick thighs. As with her upper body, it was enough to  \ngive the girl plenty of extra volume, but while her diet was perhaps  \nexcessive, it was also healthy and led to legs where the fat added  \npadding that thickened them without making sections of flesh sag and  \nflap. Vincent seemed rather pleased as he probed and prodded the  \nsquirming piglet girl's hefty thighs from various angles. Once done on  \nthe legs the wolf slid his hand beneath the girl's rump and gave a  \nproper squeeze, feeling that her bottom was just as nicely layered with  \nfat as the rest of her. He muttered under his breath, \"...very  \nnice...and now to examine the real treasure...\" as Julianne continued to  \nwrithe and whine under the wolf's relentless probing, thrusting fingers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent turned his attention to the reddened slit that two of his  \nfingers currently occupied. He slowly withdrew his now well-moistened  \nmiddle and index fingers and he used the thumbs of both hands to gently  \nstroke over the girl's groinal area. Like the rest of her, the piglet's  \nfat had enhanced the size of this region as well, albeit not quite as  \nmuch as other areas. Her sexual mound was a bit pronounced, the skin  \nthere slightly more pink than on the rest of her body. Her labia lips  \nwere fleshy plump, protruding and unfolding slightly and beautifully,  \nappearing quite fresh and virginal. The swollen button of flesh  \nabove them seemed a little larger than average and now glistened with  \nmoisture drawn forth from the previous finger-probing. Vincent gave a  \nbroad grin, apparently quite satisfied, and he used his thumbs to spread  \nopen the fat labia lips so that he could peer into the entrance of  \nJulianne's vagina and inhale her fragrant scent before inserting both of  \nhis long index fingers and gently prodding and pressing into the  \nsickened inner walls that clenched and pulsated warmly around the  \nprobing digits.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne's face -- especially the tip of her snout -- was as bright red  \nfrom embarrassment as it could possibly be when she looked up to see a  \nwolf rather thoroughly inspecting and openly fondling her naked genitals.  \nUnfortunately, her bindings left her no choice but to simply lay and  \ntake it, though she did give a few good squirms and struggles -- due in  \nno small part to the rather deep probing and massaging that Vincent's  \nlong fingers gave her tight sexual passage. She felt the two digits  \nwithdraw at last and she tried to think of something to say in protest,  \nbut her thoughts were once more disrupted when a lupine tongue roughly  \nand firmly slurped over her budding clit, making her squeal and writhe  \neven more forcefully through her bindings.  \n  \nVincent stood at last after his quick slurp, and he took the time to  \nlick his fingers clean and enjoy Julianne's flavor as much as he could  \nfrom them before he gave a chuckle at the piglet girl, who was still  \nsquirming in reaction to the brief but intense stimulation. He put his  \nhand on her thigh firmly and waited for her to calm before finally  \nspeaking to her again, \"I do apologize for not answering you right away,  \nbut I was somewhat preoccupied. As you said, I could have asked rather  \nthan ruining your clothing, but how would you have responded to such a  \nrequest? I suppose my course of action was a bit rash, but I'm afraid  \nthat my plans for this evening do require that you be naked and I was  \nnot able to take no for an answer.\" The wolf ran his fingers through  \nthe tattered remnants of Julianne's blouse and chuckled, \"As for your  \nruined clothing, well...I ask that you trust me when I tell you that you  \nneedn't worry about having to walk home completely naked this evening.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne trembled, the plump piglet girl still tingling and panting from  \nthe teasing her groin was given earlier. She squirmed against her  \nbindings as she made an attempt to close her legs even a little bit,  \nfeeling extremely self-conscious about her exposed (and now quite moist)  \nsex. She struggled to lift her upper body up further, but had limited  \nsuccess with her arms still bound -- though the fat sow felt that the  \nknotted rope holding them may not have been made inescapably tight and  \nshe tugged at her wrists further to test this theory. She watched the  \nwolf turn and walk away before she thought to shout, \"Plans? What  \nplans? P...please, don't rape me!\"  \n  \nVincent was all the way to his large refrigerator, hand on the door  \nhandle, when he stopped and turned his head. He gave an amused smile  \nand laughed, \"Rape you? I do apologize for giving that impression!\" He  \nopened up the refrigerator door and turned his back as he rummaged  \nabout for something within, but he continued to speak clearly enough,  \n\"While I do have a great deal of interest in your nethers -- hence my  \ninspection -- I assure you that my plans for this evening do not involve  \nrape.\" He turned and walked back to the bound piglet girl, who still  \nwatched with great uncertainty as the wolf set down a bowl and large  \nbrush beside her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf gently caressed the frightened piglet's cheek, thumb tracing  \nover her lips lightly as he added, \"Besides, I think that I've already  \nexperienced that kind of pleasure this evening...and you seemed to be  \nfully consenting at it, if I recall!\"  \n  \nJulianne blushed brightly with embarrassment, feeling more than a little  \nshame for what she'd done earlier, now that she was reminded. She  \nturned her head slowly and watched the wolf lift the brush and dip it  \ninto the bowl, then pull out a thick yellowish substance that clung to  \nthe bristles and dribbled down slowly like molasses. Then she let out a  \nsqueal as the decidedly cold substance -- whatever it was -- was smeared  \nonto her left breast, deliberately tickling around her nipple.  \n  \nVincent paused, lifting the brush and letting the squirming pig girl  \nget used to the cold sensation on her breast before he spoke, \"I do  \napologize for the discomfort. I assure you that it will become warmer  \nwith time. Just try and relax and everything will be quite easy.\"  \n  \nAnother stroke of the brush coated more of Julianne's thick, plump  \nbreast, but she was ready for it this time. She still tensed and  \nshivered from the cold, but she maintained her composure for the most  \npart and just let out a seething gasp in response. She stared at where  \nher skin had been coated, which now glistened somewhat oddly in the dim  \nkitchen light, then finally remembered her train of thought and looked  \nback to Vincent to ask, \"If...if you're not planning on raping me, then  \nwhat are you planning to do with me? And what's this stuff you're  \nputting on me!? And why were you touching me there!?!\" She bit her  \nlip, not entirely convinced that the wolf's plans were shaping to work  \nout for her benefit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent gave another amused chuckle and deliberately tickled Julianne's  \nright nipple to lighten the mood, waiting for the piglet's squeals to  \ncease before politely and honestly answering, \"It's honey.\" He very  \nlightly grazed the tips of the brush bristles over the piglet's snout to  \nlet her smell the sticky mix as he continued, \"And, as I said, I'm  \npreparing to cook the vegetables for our dinner, just as I promised.\"  \n  \nJulianne stared at her lupine host, open-mouthed, clearly not convinced  \nthat she'd been given an honest appraisal of the situation, at least as  \nfar as it concerned her being tied up, stripped naked and now being  \nsmeared in honey. Vincent gave an embarrassed-looking chuckle when he  \nnoticed the piglet's continued confusion and continued his explanation,  \n\"You still don't understand. I am sorry, this is my fault. I should  \nexplain exactly how I plan to cook the vegetables that so you may make  \nsome sense of all of this. As it happens, I plan to put the vegetables  \ninside of you...\"  \n  \nThe wolf lowered his free hand to Julianne's slightly open sex, making  \nthe young sow shiver from the light scrape of thick black clawtips over  \nher sensitive nethers. He gave a sly smirk as he spoke in a slightly  \nquieter tone, \"...specifically, in here.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent smiled at the piglet's reaction and removed his hand to  \ncontinue, \"...and then I will put you inside of my oven. The oven will  \nheat up your flesh, and that in turn will cook the vegetables inside of  \nyou. Your vagina will be plugged beforehand, to lock in all of the  \nmoisture and ensure that the flavors are trapped within during the  \ncooking process, and once the vegetables are ready I shall unplug you  \nand remove them.\"  \n  \nThe wolf resumed slathering the naked sow's body with honey,  \nworking quickly to lightly coat her skin in the glistening mess.  \nJulianne's expression had gone from primarily confused to primarily  \nterrified at the mention of the word \"oven\", but it took a few seconds  \nafter the wolf's explanation before she started stammering, and nearly a  \nminute of Vincent's continued workings with the brush before she was  \nable to form a complete sentence.  \n  \n\"You're going to put me in an oven!?\"  \n  \nVincent, now nearly finished honey-coating all of the flesh within  \nhis reach given Julianne's position, smiled warmly at the squirming,  \nterrified piglet and nodded politely, \"That is correct. As I said, I  \nwill place you inside of my oven. The oven's heat will slowly you up,  \nand as you heat up the vegetables will cook within you. I do hope  \nthat's a simple enough explanation, but if there's any particular aspect  \nof it that is still unclear, I will be happy to try and explain it  \nfurther.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne swallowed firmly, now quivering with fear. She'd just been  \ntold that she was to be put into an oven, and it was quite clear what  \nsuch a thing implied for her, but the sow simply did not want to believe  \nthat such a fate awaited, no matter how obvious. Her heart pounded  \nrapidly in her heavy chest as she desperately tried to think of how the  \nwolf might be planning to allow her to survive such a thing, but each  \nsecond made her realize more and more how absurd the idea of her still  \nbeing alive when the steaming vegetables were served from within her  \nreally way. Still, several seconds later, despite that realization, she  \nweakly whimpered, \"B..but what about me?\", not realizing that the sides  \nof her snout were moist with her tears.  \n  \nVincent was, at that moment, using the brush to even out the coating  \nof honey over the piglet girl's exposed skin, but he instantly paused  \nwhen his guest spoke and politely listened, and then answered, \"Why,  \nwhat about you?\"  \n  \nJulianne bit her lip for a moment in response to a growing sense of  \ndread, and it took another few seconds before she was able to muster the  \ncourage to answer a question that she feared would have a horrifying  \nanswer, \"...What will happen to me...while I'm in the oven? W...won't  \nthat cook me as well?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The smile on Vincent's muzzle grew, as if from amusement. He gave a  \nsoft chuckle and answered quite cheerily, \"My dear, you'll be inside of  \nan oven at over four hundred and fifty degrees, and you'll be in there  \nfor several hours.\"  \n  \nJulianne bit her lip. Her heart sank, and she tried to find some way to  \ndeny what she knew the wolf would say, already knowing and dreading the  \nwords that were spoken next before she even heard them.  \n  \nThe wolf gave a friendly and pleasant smile as he continued, \"Of  \ncourse it will cook you as well! In fact, once the vegetables are  \nproperly cooked inside of you, you will have been in the oven for so  \nlong and at such a high temperature that you'll be completely roasted  \nfrom head to hoof, all the way to the bone.\"  \n  \nVincent paused, knowing that the sow would need a moment to accept  \nwhat was spoken, and so he gave Julianne a moment to sputter, stammer and  \nsquirm uselessly in her bindings before she wailed, \"N...no! Please!  \nYou can't cook me!\" The poor piglet was already sobbing uncontrollably,  \nand Vincent feared that he wouldn't be able to calm her fully, though he  \nwould do the best that he was able.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A strong, black-furred hand caressed a porcine cheek, sliding upward  \nand playing lightly over the flap of Julianne's large left ear before he  \ngently replied, \"My lovely miss, as I said, my intention tonight is to  \ncook the vegetables that you have so thoughtfully provided for your  \ngarden. It is merely an unfortunate consequence that preparing them for  \ndinner in a fashion that truly does justice to the skill and effort you  \nhave put into producing them happens to roast your flesh as well.\"  \n  \nJulianne shook her head, bleary eyes wide-open with fear as she  \ncontinued her feeble struggles, weakened somewhat from the psychological  \nimpact of the wolf looming right above her. Turning her head away from  \nhim she whimpered out, \"P...please...I don't want to be cooked...\"  \n  \nVincent finished smoothing out the few lumps and bubbles of honey on  \nthe sow's quivering skin before he replied in a sympathetic tone, \"I am  \nsorry as well. Right now you are a delightful guest, and quite an  \nattractive young girl...\" He leaned forward for a moment, his whiskers  \ntickling her cheek, and he sniffed her neck lightly and gave a soft  \ngasp before whispering into her ear, \"...but even so, do not despair.  \nI'm sure that you will become a beautiful and mouth-watering roast.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne cringed at the wolf's breath sucking the air away from her  \nneck from the sniff, and then blowing over her face when he resumed  \nspeaking.  \n  \nVincent stood and continued, \"You see, do not believe that your  \nbeauty will be diminished by your time in my oven. Still, it is  \nundeniable that I will be deprived of any further conversation with you.  \nAnd be assured that I will miss that.\"  \n  \nThe wolf's explanation of his own sense of loss did little to  \nreassure the terrified sow. In fact, she started wailing rather loudly  \nfor several seconds, up until a large red apple was suddenly shoved  \nfirmly beneath her snout, wedged so tightly between her jaws that she  \ncould no longer speak.  \n  \nVincent gave a calm smile and spoke apologetically, \"I am sorry. I  \nknow that it is rather rude to gag you that way, but I'm afraid that  \nthere's little more to discuss about the matter. I know that you may  \nhave further questions, so I will try to explain some of what I am doing  \nhere in a moment. However, for the time being I need to heat the oven  \nup to temperature. Do wait here, and just try and relax. I'll be back  \nwhen I need you again!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf again brushed the sticky bristles of his basting brush once  \nover Julianne's snout leaving her writhing and feeling slightly sneezy as  \nthe smell of honey somewhat overpowered her. And then Vincent turned  \nhis attention to that massive oven, whose size now made perfect -- if  \nhorrifying -- sense to Julianne. He added wood to the fire, and stoked it,  \nprodded it, poked it and generally tended it to get the blaze to the  \nproper intensity and temperature for roasting a young but fat piglet.  \nJulianne, however, wasn't taking the news that she was to be dinner rather  \nthan a dinner guest lying down. Well, not once she managed to wiggle  \nher fat arms free from the slightly loose bindings around her wrist.  \nInitially shocked that she had freed her hands so easily, she quickly  \nsat up and found that the ankle restraints were easily unfastened with  \nher fingers. And then she turned, almost certain that Vincent would be  \nbearing down on her. But it was not so: he was still tending his fire,  \nas if waiting for it to reach the perfect temperature. And so Julianne,  \nwho was a very heavy girl, did her very best to be quiet. Her first  \norder of business was to pull the uncomfortable apple from her jaws, and  \nonce done she took great care not to make noise as she slowly lowered  \nherself from the countertop and made her way to the nearest door.  \nFinding it already partially open, she very carefully opened it up  \nenough for her to wedge her plump body through, not caring that she  \nwould inevitably end up dashing through the forest stark naked and  \ncovered in honey.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, she might have ended up that way, had she not chosen a door  \nthat led right to a walk-in freezer. She turned to seek another path as  \nsoon as the mistake was relased, but to her great dismay the door had  \nalready closed behind her, and if there was a means of opening it from  \nthe inside, the room was too dark to see it. Her teeth already  \nchattering, the stinging cold of the freezer seemed all the more intense  \nthanks to the layer of now hardening honey covering her body. She  \nshivered uncontrollably and let out a horrified whine; so afraid of  \nfeeling the heat of the oven, it now seemed that she was to freeze to  \ndeath.  \n  \nVery little time passed between when Julianne entered the freezer and  \nwhen the door finally opened up before her, but to the young and now  \npartially frozen piglet it seemed an eternity. So overwhelmed was she  \nfrom the apparent release from the cold that she almost forgot that the  \nwolf standing before the now opened freezer door meant to cook and eat  \nher. Almost. Which was why it took three seconds before Julianne yelped  \nout in terror after being grabbed up in Vincent's strong, yet  \nsurprisingly gentle, arms and lifted away from the cold of the freezer  \nand toward the warmth of the oven.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent gave a little laugh in response to the squeal and joked,  \n\"Thought I'd lost you. That'd be an unhappy event! I'd have no way to  \ncook the vegetables! Now you just stay still, and I'll get everything  \nelse ready.\"  \n  \nJulianne had started to squirm and struggle, though the wolf proved  \nstrong despite the forceful movements of the sow's hefty legs, and her  \nmovements faded to a steady tremble as her mind was a bit overwhelmed at  \nthe horrifying reality before her.  \n  \nThe oven was apparently up to temperature now. A fire was clearly  \nroaring away within, and the red-hot interior was radiating heat  \nthroughout the kitchen -- rapidly warming the just recently frozen  \npiggy. The door -- clearly wide enough for her to fit through and then  \nsome -- was wide open and a rack -- clearly sturdy enough to support her  \nweight -- had been pulled forth. A large pan -- clearly big enough to  \ncontain her -- lay upon the rack, with a large pole curiously rising up  \nfrom it. Julianne's curiosity was a bit suppressed by the knowledge that  \nshe was very likely to go in there, however, and she just held her jaw  \nopen in shock.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She wasn't put in right away, however. The fat piglet was first laid  \nout on her backside on a table near the oven first, and by this point  \nshe thought to resume her struggles. It was a bit too late, however, as  \nher ankles were quickly grabbed and lashed together rightly with a cord,  \nthe knot far tighter and more secure than the one that held her wrists  \nearlier. With a strained sob Julianne lurched forward and desperately  \nattempted to push the wolf's hands away from her feet, but Vincent was  \nready and grabbed her wrists, pulled her arms behind her back and once  \nagain lashed them together in a binding that she felt fairly sure that  \nshe would not escape.  \n  \nJulianne gave another horrified sob, then looked up and started to beg,  \n\"Please...\"  \n  \nThat was all that she got out before her jaws were stretched wide  \nopen and a red fruit jammed within. Vincent smiled politely and  \nchuckled, \"I do believe that you dropped this miss.\" And then he was  \ngone.  \n  \nBut he quickly came back into view, and he was carrying the  \nvegetables that Julianne had so expertly chopped up earlier. She stared,  \nwide-eyed, at the veggies and gave a muffled moan, remembering what the  \nwolf had said about how they were to be cooked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And her suspicions -- and fears -- were confirmed when a strong  \nlupine hand suddenly shoved a mix of chopped cauliflower, broccoli,  \ncarrots, potatoes, zucchini and the other treats from Julianne's garden  \ninto her plump, exposed sex.  \n  \nVincent took his time pushing the chopped vegetables into Julianne's  \nvagina, making sure that he got the handful in deep before withdrawing  \nhis moistened fingers. He had a few more handfuls to push in, but he  \npaused a moment to allow the squirming sow to become accustomed to the  \nsensation.  \n  \n\"As I promised you, a dinner of steamed veggies. And if you'd tasted  \nvegetables prepared in this fashion before, you would understand that  \nthis truly is the best way to cook them.\" He licked his lips for a  \nmoment before continuing, \"...there's really no substitute for your own  \nnatural sauces to add a bit of flavor\"  \n  \nThe wolf gave a somewhat devilishly sly smile to the terrified and  \nsquirming piglet before he started to push another handful of vegetables  \ninto her. Julianne gave another muffled squeal as she was forcefully  \nstimulated from the lupine fingers pushing the mix up into her clenching  \nand increasingly moist sexual passage, then she let out a yelp of  \nsurprise when she felt his thumb firmly sliding over the swollen button  \nof her clit before succumbing somewhat to the growing pleasure. Still  \nclearly afraid, she couldn't help but moan through the apple and writhe  \nbeneath the stimulating 'affections' of the massive wolf who slowly  \nstuffed her cunny more and more with the produce of her garden, and who  \ncontinually assaulted her moistened and puffy clit with each insertion.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent took his time with his work. He stuffed in only small  \nhandfuls with each pass and he pushed the vegetables down into the  \npiglet girl's vagina with no more than two fingers at a time to avoid  \ncausing excessive discomfort to his clearly virginal dinner. As his  \nclit-stroking thumb teased out a sudden trembling followed by a sudden  \nrush of Julianne's female juices the wolf casually spoke, \"It's good to see  \nyou quite moist down here. It really will add to the flavor of the  \nmeal. Now, my dear lady, if you'll allow yourself to relax, I assure  \nyou that this is the last of the vegetables. And I must say that your  \ngarden has provided me with quite a tantalizing dinner. I thank you for  \nyour generosity in sharing it with me.\"  \n  \nJulianne was still trembling from the sudden intense pleasure that had  \nwracked her loins moments earlier. She heard Vincent's words, but her  \ncomprehension lagged behind by several seconds; even as she understood  \nthe words that were spoken her brain lagged behind in putting them  \ntogether coherently. It was, in fact, after the last of the vegetable  \nmix was crammed into her now well-stuffed cunny that she remembered  \nwhere she was and what was to happen to her. She sat up as best she  \ncould, watching Vincent lift up the one unchopped squash. And then,  \nbefore she was even able to let out another sobbing attempt at a muffled  \nplea for release she was again thrown off-guard by a sudden and somewhat  \npainful stretching sensation at her crotch. She writhed on the table,  \nwaiting for the sensation to end, jerking her hips to try and pull away  \nfrom whatever was being held within her sex, but nothing she did seemed  \nto allievate the discomfort. She looked up and saw Vincent's hands, now  \nempty, and she gave a strained sob. While she couldn't see past the  \nmassive mounds of her fat tits or the bulge of her ample belly, she was  \nreasonably certain that her sex was now plugged up with her prize  \nsquash.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent noticed Julianne's tearful expression and so he gently caressed  \nthe sobbing piglet's cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a tear. He  \ngave a reassuring smile and said, \"I do apologize again for the  \ndiscomfort, but I need some means of keeping the vegetables, and the  \nsteam that will cook them, completely inside of you. Just try to relax  \nand it may become easier to handle with time. Also, I apologize for not  \nproperly pleasuring you down here with my mouth, as you had earlier  \npleasured me with yours.\"  \n  \nThe wolf gave a gentle caress of his thumb over Julianne's cuntlips,  \nmaking her grunt and squirm, this time from shame. The wolf lowered his  \nhand, tickling her breasts, poking her belly and then finally teasing  \nher loins with his clawtips and then he continued, \"But let me assure  \nyou that I do intend to make it up to you. After I've removed you from  \nthe oven, and I've liberated your garden produce from your moist,  \njuicy, hot and very well-roasted vagina, I promise to give your cunt a  \ntrue workout with my tongue. I saw how much you enjoyed sucking my  \ncock, and I will not hold back to show my enjoyment of eating your  \npussy...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The last three words of Vincent's short speech were spoken in a  \ndecidedly darker and more sinister tone, as if the wolf wanted to be  \nabsolutely sure that Julianne understood what was meant by them. The  \ntickling at her groin made her squeeze more around the uncomfortable  \nsquash wedged inside of her, and the hapless piglet girl let out another  \nsob at the vivid implications of just what was to happen to her  \ngenitals. Her awareness of her surroundings faded and she barely gave a  \nstruggle as Vincent gently lifted her back up and carried her to the  \noven. Her mind racing, she didn't even think to accompany her feeble  \napple-stifled cries with anything resembling a struggle once Vincent  \nprepared her for the pan.  \n  \nThe wolf hoisted his sobbing, honey-glazed and vegetable-stuffed  \npiglet upward, then gently pulled her legs back and threaded her bound  \nankles through the pole that jutted upward from the middle of the pan.  \nThe pole slid against her rump and along her backside, and then Vincent  \npulled her arms through it as well, lowering her down until she sat on  \nher knees on the warm metal surface of the pan, her back pressed firmly  \nagainst the pole.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne knew that this was the end, and she knew that she should be  \nstruggling and kicking and flailing as violently as she could, but for  \nsome reason she just couldn't muster the strength or will to do it. The  \nbest she could do was turn her head to the wolf who was pulling her taut  \nagainst the pole and give another pleading sob, tears sliding down her  \ncheeks and sliding along the sides of her snout.  \n  \nVincent remained unmoved by the fat piglet's cries, even if he  \nkept himself polite and as gentle as possible given the situation. He  \nused more of the type of fireproof cord that bound her ankles and wrists  \nto bind her neck to the pole -- though not so tightly as to cut off  \nbreathing -- and then he used quite a bit of it to wrap just below her  \nbreasts, and quite a bit more around her sizable waistline to better  \ntie her down to the pole, holding her in this kneeling position.  \nFinally, he spread her knees apart more, further opening up her legs and  \nbetter exposing her plump and plugged sex.  \n  \nJulianne felt the urge to squirm rising, and her strength seemed to  \nreturn as it dawned upon her that she was just about to go into the  \noven. The efforts all came too late, however, as she found herself  \nquite tightly secured in the pan, unable to even close up her legs. She  \nstared, wide-eyed, at the wolf as if still unable to fully comprehend  \nthe horror of her situation  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent gave a friendly smile and said, \"Now, just hold on a moment.  \nThere's a few last things to do before we get dinner started.\" He  \nwalked off again, leaving poor Julianne to sob helplessly and uselessly,  \nalready feeling the intensity of the oven's heat against her bare skin  \nas she sat right at the entrance, shivering despite the warmth -- or  \nperhaps because of it. She saw Vincent return, and he sat two bowls  \ndown upon the counter beside the oven before moving a bit behind her.  \nThen she gave a startled -- if quite muffled -- yelp at a starkly cold  \nsensation at her backside.  \n  \nVincent was finishing the job he'd started much earlier; brushing  \nover his fat little piglet's backside with the cold honey sauce, where  \nhe couldn't reach in her previous position. He made several streaks  \ndown her back, and then made the sobbing piglet tremble uncontrollably  \nas he quickly painted each of her hefty rumpcheeks.  \n  \nJulianne felt a tugging at the center of her rump, and she closed her  \neyes tightly at the realization that the wolf was tugging her tail,  \npulling it just a little painfully. She whimpered, fearing that it was  \nabout to be cut off, but then the appendage was released just as quickly  \nand she felt warmth at her left drooped left ear. Vincent's muzzle was  \nthere, his whiskers tickling again, his breath slowly blowing over her  \ncheek, his voice speaking softly, \"Don't worry, I've no plans to remove  \nit. I think that it looks rather cute. Now, if you'll excuse me,  \nthere's one last thing I must do to prepare this dinner.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He left, but not far at all. He put the bowl of honey back down on  \nthe countertop and took the second bowl -- which seemed to be filled  \nwith dough, a suspicion confirmed after it was placed before the sow in  \nthe pan and large black lupine handpaws reached in and began kneading.  \nJulianne looked down at the bowl, then up at Vincent, curious despite her  \nhorror what further indignities she was to suffer. She found out  \nquickly enough. The wolf lifted a handful of dough from the bowl, still  \nkneading it with his long fingers, and stretched it out over her large  \nright breast, then heavy, thick palms massaged the dough over her soft  \ntit firmly. It was rather cold against the piglet's bare (if  \nhoney-coated) skin, and the young sow started writhing in response to  \nthe constant cold fondling, though her bindings prevented her from  \nmaking the wolf's job any more difficult.  \n  \nVincent remained charming as ever, even as he layered Julianne's bosoms  \nwith dough. He noticed the sow's confusion and chuckled, \"I suppose  \nyou're curious as to all that I am doing to you. Well, given that this  \nis your body that is cooking my vegetables, I suppose you are owed an  \nexplanation.\" He continued to knead the dough over the piglet girl's  \nfat right breast, smoothing it down, working out air bubbles and lumps  \nand making sure that the application was even all around the massive  \nmammary. The dough layer was just thick enough that it completely  \nconcealed the sow's impressively-sized nipple.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent reached for another handful of dough from his bowl and  \ncontinued his explanation as his thick black fingers drew up and  \ncontinued kneading the pliable, yellow mass up and onto Julianne's  \nremaining breast.  \n  \n\"As I explained earlier, the method that I have chosen for cooking  \nthe vegetables from your garden will also cook your flesh in the  \nprocess. An unfortunate side-effect, to be sure, but sadly unavoidable.  \nSo while your body will be a lovely pale pink when I put you in the  \noven...\"  \n  \nVincent leaned in again, sucking air in from around the fold of  \nJulianne's left ear, making her snout twitch and her body shiver  \nuncontrollably; the shaking only got worse when the wolf's breath blew  \nover her face as he added, \"...and smelling so fresh and clean...\"  \n  \nThe wolf stood and smiled warmly as he continued his speech, \"...by  \nthe time the veggies are ready and I take you out your skin will be a  \ndecidedly deeper shade of brown, and you'll smell much more like roast  \nham.\"  \n  \nVincent licked his lips. Julianne trembled and gave another sob.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And while I personally find such a transformation to be rather  \nbeautiful, actually, it unfortunately means that you will no longer be  \nable to serve as my lovely guest. You will, instead, become a rather  \nsizable amount of cooked pork.\"  \n  \nJulianne's eyes shut tight as Vincent spelled it out. She'd already  \nknown, but hearing it this way further wore away at the last vestiges of  \nher denial. She gave a characteristic pig-like grunt, mostly through  \nher snout, and writhed uncomfortably as her left breast was rather  \nfirmly and throughly fondled as Vincent continued to apply and smooth  \ndown the dough. Her face was rather well-moistened with tears, though  \nit was hard to tell where they dripped down, as they became a bit hidden  \namidst her thorough coating of honey.  \n  \n\"And so, when I sit down to eat my dinner of steamed vegetables I  \nwill have, as a consequence, an ample quantity of meat, from your body,  \navailable to me. Meat that I could not, in good conscience, allow to go  \nto waste. Thus, as you might have guessed by now, I am not merely  \ngoing to be eating a delicious plate of vegetables this evening. I am  \nalso going to eat you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne gave another horrified and strained sob through the apple. Her  \nleft breast now wore the same covering of dough as her right, and  \nVincent's hands seemed finished easing out the bumps, but she continued  \nto shake and shudder uncontrollably.  \n  \n\"Now, because your body is to be consumed this evening...\", Vincent  \nexplained, \"...I have taken measures to ensure that it is presented in  \nas appetizing a fashion possible. While I could certainly simply have  \nstuffed you, tied you up and tossed you into the oven without a second  \nthought and still enjoyed a lovely slice of ham with my veggies this  \nevening, I feel that my honored guests -- who are providing so much for  \nthe meal -- deserve a far better treatment. And so, as you can see, I  \nhave arranged you in a position that I believe will have you at least as  \nlovely coming out of the oven as you were when you walked into my  \nhome...\"  \n  \nVincent leaned forward, his whiskers now tickling the sobbing sow's  \nsnout, and he quietly added, \"...In fact, I believe you'll look even  \nmore beautiful in the next few hours.\" Despite the wolf's reassurance,  \nthe sow simply let out another loud sob.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Undaunted, Vincent continued his explanation, \"You've also probably  \nguessed that the honey is to add additional flavor While your own  \nnatural flavor will surely be exquisite, the layer of honey will help  \nto seal in your juices, better preserving the natural taste of your  \nflesh as well as providing a faintly sweet contrast to the natural  \ntanginess that your meat is sure to provide. Of course, I'm sure that  \nthe real mystery is over just why I've wrapped your lovely mounds here  \nin a thick layer of dough.\"  \n  \nJulianne gave no real indication that she actually held any curiosity  \nregarding the strange covering she'd been given, but Vincent continued  \non anyway.  \n  \n\"I assure you that your bosoms are indeed quite lovely, and pleasing  \nto the touch as well as the eye. The problem however, is that they  \nwill soon be cooked, along with the rest of your body. And,  \nunfortunately, while a bust such as yours is quite a treat for the eyes  \nit is not, on its own, a treat to the tongue. The texture is rather  \nmushy, and that makes them somewhat unpalatable even if the flavor is  \nrather sweet. I've found, however, that wrapping a bit of dough around  \nthem, as I've done with you, and baking the dough with you will create a  \ncrispy bready shell. It adds a bit of texture to accompany your breast  \nmeat and makes for an exquisite dessert course. So I just want you to  \nknow that the dough is here to make sure that when I carve off your tits  \nthis evening, I will enjoy devouring them at least as much as I enjoy  \nconsuming any other part of your body.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf gave a chuckle, as if Julianne had responded with more than  \nanother strained and increasingly hopeless sob, and happily added, \"I  \nadmit, it's quite a bit of trouble to go through when my initial aim is  \nsimply to cook the vegetables, but as I said, if you must unfortunately  \nbe cooked with them, then any part of your body that can be eaten should  \nbe made to be as appetizing as possible.\"  \n  \nBeing prepared for dinner was a horrifying ordeal, but Julianne still  \nhung on to every moment of it; every second that she was being prepared  \nfor the oven was a second that she wasn't actually in the oven. Right  \nnow, that's all that the helpless piglet girl had going for her, and  \nwhen the horrifying and excessively detailed explanation for all  \nthat had been done to her body her mind raced, trying to think of one  \nmore thing that Vincent would need to do before cooking her.  \n  \nBut there was nothing more. It was done, and she was ready. Vincent  \ngave a sly smile, said, \"I'll be back to check on your vegetables in a  \nfew hours; they'll be ready when I'm able to sink a fork down into your  \nthigh and it goes to your bone without resistance. I do look forward  \nto sampling them... along with a side of freshly roasted pork. I'm  \nthinking that I'll start with a carving from your leg.\" He gave the  \nsquash in her sex a light prodding and pushed the fat, naked,  \nhoney-covered, vegetable filled piglet girl into the oven to be roasted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne tried to stare at Vincent, hoping against hope for some sign of  \nmercy, but she couldn't keep her eyes open once completely immersed in  \nthe overwhelming inferno within the oven. She barely heard the oven  \ndoor close through her muffled yet still loud squeals, and soon her only  \nawareness was of the agonizing heat searing every inch of her body. And  \nthat was a lot of inches. She squirmed and writhed helplessly within  \nher restraints and her tense vaginal muscles squeezed uncontrollably and  \nuncomfortably around the vegetables within her cunt, the produce already  \nsimmering in her natural juices; the part of the sow's mind that was  \nstill functional rued her acceptance of wolf's offer to a dinner of  \n'steamed veggies'.  \n  \nThe oven opened. Julianne's tormented mind almost expected (as much  \nas it could expect anything) a gush of cooler air to wash over her,  \njust as hot air hit her when she was in front of the oven's open door on  \nthe outside. No such comfort arrived, however, as she felt just as hot  \nand unpleasant all over as she did when the door was closed. She felt  \npinpricks on her thigh, making her writhe as the sensation enhanced the  \nalready seared feeling in her skin. She heard a voice, unable to place  \nit despite its familiarity; it sounded somewhat distant and she didn't  \nregister the words until several seconds after they were spoken.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I must say,\" the wolf mused, \"you do look absolutely delectable in  \nthere. I know you probably never thought about or expected to be  \nroasting in my oven, but you truly seem to be in your element here. I  \nexpect you'll look even better in the next few hours.\"  \n  \nHe prodded her twitching, reddened thigh again and added, \"...I won't  \nbe able to eat all of you in one sitting, but I want you to know that  \nI'm very likely going to be carving out some meat from this leg of yours  \nfirst. I'm going to want to sample some of your plump belly meat  \nalso...\"  \n  \nThe wolf lifted the fork and prodded the sow's prominent belly for a  \nmoment, then lowered his fork to her nethers and lightly tickled her  \nmoistened nethers, eliciting a strained moan and weak writhing from the  \nbound and slightly heated piglet.  \n  \nThe fork dipped lower, gently prodding Julianne's now rather  \nsensitive vulva, then gently sliding and teasing her quite reddened clit  \nas he concluded, \"But don't be concerned. I'll be sure to save room for  \nthe real treat, right here! Your juices are already quite tasty, and  \nI've no doubt that your cuntmeat will be absolutely delicious once  \nproperly cooked.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne gave another strained, weak moan as the wolf retreated. The  \noven door closed, and she was once again alone in the intense,  \nblazing heat that slowly cooked her alive. She spasmed, shuddered, and  \nsuffered and baked inside of the oven, skin reddening as her awareness  \nslowly faded away. Her body seized up and she was dimly aware of the  \nvegetables jostling uncomfortably within her straining vaginal muscles,  \nand then her spasms and struggling tapered off, and her suffering ended  \nsoon after.  \n  \nMany hours had passed. As promised, Vincent had checked on his fat  \nlittle piglet girl within a few hours of her going into the oven, and  \nfound her progress -- at that point a deep red and already rather  \nfragrant -- satisfactory. The passing of more hours led to more checks  \nof the piglet whose skin was gradually going from a bright red to a  \nfaint brown, and then from there to deeper and deeper shades of brown.  \nThe last two checks had a fork pushing at Julianne's thick left thigh. The  \nlittle piggirl showed no signs of discomfort, even as the prongs sank  \ndown through her now rather dried out skin and even further through the  \nlayers of fat padding the limb. This was the third probing of her  \nflesh, and when Vincent felt the prongs of the fork hit bone he knew  \nthat it was also to be the last check. After taking a moment to put on  \na pair of large oven mitts, Vincent carefully removed the pan upon which  \nsat the now sizzling, steaming and golden brown Julianne from his oven.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was far later than Julianne had originally planned and the  \ncircumstances weren't as she'd expected, but at last the little piglet  \nwas at Vincent's table for the promised dinner date.  \n  \nShe wasn't dressed as she'd planned to be. She thought that she'd be  \nwearing her simple blouse and her attractive, even if somewhat plain,  \nbrown skirt to the table. Instead, she was stark naked. Well, nearly.  \nHer hefty bosoms were afforded some modesty from the crisped up bready  \nshell that still covered them completely, though the dough certainly  \ndidn't hide the shape or size of the thick mammaries that rested upon  \nher ample belly, which was also nicely exposed enough provide a clear  \nview of her navel decorating the center She wore no skirt to shield from  \nview her fat rump, which was now well-accented with her somewhat  \ncrisped-up and still curled tail. The black hooves of her feet were  \nbarely visible nestled beneath the two sizable globes of her propped up  \nass. While her hooves may have been mostly hidden, her thick, heavy  \nlegs certainly were not. Her calves were tucked neatly beneath her  \nhams, and her legs were nicely spread open wide to give a good look at  \nthem from multiple angles. Her spread legs brought something else into  \nview as well, and she certainly would have been shocked at the thought  \nof coming to dinner in this fashion, with her cunt lewdly exposed for  \nall to see, but there it was: the swollen button of her moist clit was  \nprominently facing forward right above her somewhat puffed up labia  \nlips, which seemed to squeeze slightly around the squash that remained  \ncrammed up inside of her vagina. Julianne was no nudist, nor was she an  \nexhibitionist, yet despite her rather brazen state of dress (or lack  \nthereof) the fat little piglet girl made no visible or audible  \ncomplaint. In fact, she seemed rather serene. Her eyes were closed  \ntightly, and she wordlessly held a large, ripe red apple beneath her  \nprotruding snout.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The main course of the evening was also quite different than Julianne  \nhad been led to believe. Hours earlier the piglet girl fully expected  \nto be at a table where a modest but tasty meal of steamed vegetables was  \nserved as the only course. She'd never have guessed that the veggies  \nwere a mere side dish, and that she was to be roasted to a golden brown  \nand her fat, cooked body served as the main course. She thought that  \nthe dinner choices would be between zucchini, squash, broccoli and  \ncauliflower. Now, however, the tough choice was whether to the thick  \nsteak of her belly, the juicy meat of her steaming thighs or even one  \nof her well-cooked breasts, now covered in a sizzling and slightly  \ncrisp shell of breading.  \n  \nThat's not to say that Julianne had been completely wrong about the  \nevening meal. Steamed vegetables were indeed on the evening menu,  \nthough -- like much this evening -- they had not been prepared in any  \nfashion that Julianne had expected. She'd not given much thought to how  \nVincent would be cooking the veggies, but she would never have expected  \nto have her garden produce 'steamed' inside of her own vagina as she sat  \nin an oven, nor did she expect that SHE herself would be cooking up  \nthis evening. But now it was done; a heap of now steaming vegetables  \nstill lay crammed up inside of the piglet girl's cooked cunny. Her  \nvaginal muscles could no longer clench around the steaming veggies, and  \nthe thick squash still plugging up the porcine sexual passage was all  \nthat held the appetizer within the body of the main course.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent slid a plate between Julianne's thighs, right beneath her  \nroasted nethers, and took a moment to enjoy the sight of juices dripping  \ndown from her swollen sexlips before he carefully reached for and pulled  \nfree the moistened squash closing up the entrance to the evening meal's  \nvagina. The piglet girl's cooked cunny remained stretched open even  \nwhen the plug was removed, allowing the fruits (or, rather, vegetables)  \nof Julianne's gardening labors to spill forth from the opened passage.  \nThe chopped zucchini, broccoli, cauliflower and other assorted  \nvegetables spilled out rapidly, piling up on the plate, the produce now  \nsteaming hot and coated with a fragrant sauce of Julianne's sexual juices.  \nWhen the last of the fragrant produce emerged from the piglet pussy,  \nalong with a dribbling of the thick juices that now covered all of the  \nchopped vegetables Vincent pulled his plate back, took up a fork and  \ndug in, randomly spearing a piece of broccoli and cauliflower in his  \nfirst pass, both still dripping with the sauce of simmered sowhoney. As  \nJulianne had expected, the meal did indeed open up with the fine taste of  \nsteamed veggies. It was a pity that she was unable to taste the efforts  \nof her gardening mixed with Vincent's skill in the kitchen, but the wolf  \nwas certain that she would have been pleased with the result. The first  \nbite was exquisite; Vincent didn't have any special fondness for  \nvegetables, but Julianne's garden had undeniably produced a tasty crop for  \nthe evening, enhanced further by the special steam in which it had  \ncooked and the juices that had simmered around it. The tangy taste of  \npiglet pussy seemed to perfectly complement the flavor of each  \nindividual vegetable used in the mix.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent consumed only a few bites of the vegetable medley before  \nlooking to the main course herself, feeling that it was past time for  \nhim to appreciate his little piglet friend as more than merely the  \nvessel in which his appetizer was cooked. Deciding that a dinner of  \n'honey baked ham' more or less required that at least some of the meal  \neaten be from the hams, Vincent took up his carving knife and sank it  \ninto Julianne's outer right thigh. The blade sank down through the  \nsteaming porkflesh with little effort, and the wolf was able to easily  \ncarve out a thick section of meat from the heavy girl's upper leg,  \nexposing a bit of the bone beneath as the hearty slab of meat was pulled  \nfree and placed admist the remainder of the vegetables adorning the lone  \nwolf's plate. It was quite a sight to behold -- thick, juicy flesh,  \nperfectly marbled with a layer of fat -- but Vincent's appetite took  \nprecedence over his sense of aesthetics for the moment, and he simply  \ndug right in, cutting off a portion of the pork roast and sampling. It  \nwas just as well that he didn't take the time to admire the beauty of  \nthe meat, for the flavor was exceptional, even amongst young piglets  \nlike Julianne. Extremely tender, delightfully tangy and sweetened just  \nright from the honey cooked into the skin, Vincent chewed up his first  \nbite very slowly to enjoy and savor the flavor of a young country girl,  \nsomeone who lived a simple and happy life, but one of abundance. He  \neagerly sank his fork into the serving of ham upon his plate and carved  \nout another morsel of the pink, juicy porkflesh, and then another and  \nanother, eating slowly enough to properly enjoy the meal, but quickly  \nenough that the last bite was just as hot as the first. And then it was  \ngone, Vincent had eaten all of the first cut from Julianne's leg.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf looked up and gave a chuckle. He felt like he'd eaten so  \nmuch, and yet there was still so much more of young Julianne remaining.  \nThe carving from her thigh, while ample, still left plenty of meat  \nwaiting to be devoured on the right leg alone.  \n  \nVincent ate a few more of the vegetables, cleansing the palate  \nsomewhat before his next course. Each part of the young piglet girl's  \nbody had enough meat on it to last a day at least, but Vincent was  \nconvinced that he'd sample at least some of everything this evening  \nbefore Julianne's remains were prepared for his freezer. Before that could  \nhappen, however, while there was still room in his stomach there was one  \nmore complete course that the wolf knew had to be eaten.  \n  \nVincent's sharp carving knife sank deeply into Julianne's tender,  \nroasted flesh right up at her inner right thigh. The edge worked  \nupward, along her groin, and then the full blade was plunged firmly into  \nthe piglet girl's crotch region, right at the edge of her sexual mound,  \nuntil the wolf felt the tip hitting pelvic bone. He made a firm slice  \nupwards, jerking the blade in a practiced maneuver -- not seeing the  \ninner flesh that it carved, but knowing from previous experience just  \nhow to get the cut he wanted. He slipped up beyond her pelvis, just to  \nher waistline with the black fur on his wrist brushing up against the  \njuices coating the lower part of her protruding stomach and he turned  \nthe blade to the side, carving a horizontal slit right above the pelvis,  \nstopping above the other end of Julianne's groin. What little of the blade  \nthat wasn't buried within Julianne's thick flesh flashed in the dim light  \nof the kitchen as the wolf turned the knife downward and made a second  \nslit, this one running the opposite side of the piglet girl's prominent  \nsexual mound, stopping just below the stretched slit that marked the  \nentrance to the girl's vagina. And then another cut, a second  \nhorizontal slice from the second vertical cut to the first.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then Vincent withdrew the knife slowly and watched the beautiful  \nsight of Julianne's carved cuntflesh sliding out from her hips and onto his  \nplate.  \n  \nIt wasn't an encyclopedic listing of the parts of the female  \nreproductive system, but it was -- at least as far as Vincent was  \nconcerned -- the true treasure of any girl's body. Her outer sexual  \norgans were all represented quite clearly; the labia adorned one side of  \nthe carving of meat, looking now even more like a blossoming flower  \nwithout Julianne's thighs beside it to put it in context, with the cherry  \nof her clit adorning it like second flower bud. Beneath the folds of  \nher vulva was the clear entrance to her vagina; her entire vaginal tube  \nwas represented in the carving, and Vincent took some time to prod  \nwithin the steaming, fragrant passage to admire the sweet interior that  \nhad so diligently and efficiently cooked his vegetable appetizer.  \n  \nBut he only took a little time, as his stomach was already growling  \nnoisily at the sight of such delectable flesh before him. As per his  \nusual tradition, Vincent set his knife and fork aside and simply took  \nthe entire slab of Julianne's genital meats into his large hands,  \nlightly sinking his claws into the soft flesh and feeling his black  \nfingerpads become drenched with her juices. He lifted the delightful  \nmeal up to his face and inhaled its sweet sexual scents before pressing  \nhis lips lightly against the opening of Julianne's vulva. His tongue  \ndarted up to her clit for a moment, then probed into the passage of her  \nvagina, snaking through to sample her juices and feel her intense heat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then his teeth sank in slowly.  \n  \nVincent felt his front teeth sink into Julianne's tender outer labia  \nlips. He pushed forward slightly, hooking a few teeth into her inner  \nlabia as well, and he used his tongue to help further separate the juicy  \nvulva flesh from the rest of the crotchmeat. His tongue licked upward,  \nsliding over the piping hot cherry of her clit, and his mouth  \nmomentarily widened so that he could snap off the tender button. He  \ndrew back slightly, keeping the remainder of the girl's cunnyflesh near  \nenough his nose to fully take in the scent as he slowly chewed up what  \nhad been Julianne's entire vulva and sexual mound, then let himself feel  \nthe meat sliding down his throat when he swallowed.  \n  \nThe wolf's mouth opened wider, then teeth sank into the now exposed  \nflesh of her vaginal entrance and chomped down, quickly pulling the  \nfirst of many mouthfuls of piglet pussy into his maw. He took another  \nbite, and then another, quickly munching away at the meat that had been  \npart of or surrounded Julianne's vaginal passage until his mouth was full  \nand he was forced to pause and continue chewing what he'd already bitten  \noff. Fragrant sexual juices that had simmered for hours coated the  \nwolf's muzzlefur as he took in the exotic flavors of Julianne's most  \nprivate meats, and then he swallowed down what he'd taken in, pausing a  \nmoment to feel it traveling into his stomach.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then he was at it again, resuming his meal with what was left of  \nJulianne's pussy. And there was quite a lot, at that. Sharp lupine teeth  \nrapidly drove into and tore away tender cunnyflesh and intoxicating  \njuices spilled forth seemingly endlessly onto Vincent's tongue until his  \nmouth was once again full and he was forced to take another break from  \nhis chomping and munching to chew what he already had. Upon swallowing  \nthe second mouthful down he was left with only a small portion of meat,  \nall that remained of Julianne's vagina. Vincent easily popped it into his  \nmuzzle, chewed it up as best he could, and enjoyed one last swallow of  \nwhat he thought must have been the tastiest piglet cunt he'd ever eaten.  \n  \nVincent leaned back in his dinner chair, a bit exhausted from the  \nintense meal which he finished up properly by licking up the spilled  \ncuntjuices from his fingers. Julianne was a special girl, and she'd had  \nvery special nether regions, greatly enhanced by her natural girth. The  \nwolf had eaten some well-fleshed porkers before, but none prior to Julianne  \nhad ever given him a sexual steak that couldn't be completely devoured  \nin more than two complete mouthfuls. Patting his belly, and feeling  \nquite grateful that he wasn't wearing pants, the wolf idly mused on  \nwhether or not he should have taken the girl's virginity prior to making  \na meal of her, but in the end decided not to expend too much effort  \nworrying about such things that could now not be changed and instead  \nsimply relaxed and recovered from the exquisite dish.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then he stood. He stood to admire his meal's face. He leaned in  \nand lightly drew his long, moist tongue across the piglet's flat snout,  \ngetting a tangy flavor there. He used his thumb to gently widen the  \nroast's open mouth so that he could pull the apple free and a thick waft  \nof steam escaped from the silent gape.  \n  \nVincent smiled warmly and -- while he certainly had no regrets about  \nwhat he'd done to her -- felt that he could have enjoyed spending a more  \ncomplete evening with this girl before turning her into a proper roast.  \nHe looked in close at her head and nudged her left ear, though it  \nwouldn't move. Hours earlier Julianne's ears were soft and pliable, but  \nnow they were both folded down over her head and rather crisped into  \nplace. Vincent slid his tongue beneath the flap of darkened skin and  \npondered crunching it up, but decided to save it for another time.  \nInstead he moved his mouth in and whispered softly.  \n  \n\"I told you that I'd be eating your pussy...\" His tongue flicked out  \nas he sampled some of the juices welled up within her ear before he  \ncontinued, \"...and I must say that it was, without a doubt, the best  \nmeal that I have ever tasted. I do appreciate the effort you've put  \ninto making yourself a delightful dinner.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His broad, black nose grazed her cheek lightly as he shifted his head  \nand put his lips against her own, his mouth opening into a deep, firm  \nand passionate -- if one-sided -- kiss. The wolf's broad muzzle seemed  \nto partially engulf the roasted piglet girl's smaller mouth, though his  \ncheekfur was brushed by her protruding snout as he shifted his head  \nabout here and there. Vincent's tongue slid into Julianne's still steaming  \nmaw as he furthered the passionate kiss as if showing affection to a  \nlover. The kiss was held for nearly a minute before the wolf finally --  \nand quite gently -- pulled away from the sow's open mouth, returned  \nto his seat and started chewing up Julianne's tongue before swallowing  \nthe morsel.  \n  \nIt was time to resume the proper meal. Usually at this point Vincent  \nwould have room for just one more course, but tonight for some reason --  \neven in spite of the extra flesh that Julianne's body had provided for his  \nprevious courses -- the wolf felt an urge to fully sample two more  \ncomplete cuts of meat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her belly went first. Belly flesh always proved to be delightfully  \ntender, and Julianne had already proven herself more succulent than most  \nsows of her age and build. The carving knife pushed forth at the  \nroasted piglet's lower abdomen, then carefully carved out a slab of meat  \nfrom her tummy just over an inch in thickness, with her prominent navel  \nadorning the center. The flesh started to fall out of the girl's belly,  \nbut Vincent caught it in his hands, holding it in his thick fingers,  \nbringing it to his face and taking her scent into his broad, black nose.  \nThe aroma was like most of the sow's roasted meat, though the wolf's  \nsensitive sense of smell picked out subtle pleasant variations specific  \nto this cut of meat. And then he took his first bite from her belly.  \n  \nAnd he chewed very slowly.  \n  \nThe belly flesh was more tender than her thighmeat had been. Which  \nwasn't to say that her hams were tough or stringy -- indeed, they'd been  \ndelightful to devour -- but it was just slightly easier to sink his  \nteeth down into young Julianne's cooked abdominal flesh. The layer of fat  \nmarbling the steak seemed a little finer than the fat of her leg,  \nperhaps because her daily garden tending exercised her thighs slightly  \nin a way that her belly never was. The taste wasn't quite as tangy as  \nthe legmeat had been, but the extra tenderness seemed to make up for it  \nand so the wolf couldn't say that either cut of meat was better than the  \nother. He took another bite, the fangs of his broad muzzle sinking in  \njust inches from her belly button, more of the meat surrounding her  \nnavel vanishing into his maw before it was chewed up and swallowed.  \nVincent continued to consume the pork belly steak, eating his way around  \nthe slab of meat until only a small morsel remained, her navel right in  \nthe middle of it. Then the last piece of meat was popped into his  \nmouth, and his tongue pushed inside of the indentation a bit, playing  \naround before teeth chomped it up beyond recognition.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vincent took some time to lick Julianne's porkjuices from his fingers,  \nnoisily slurping them clean one by one until he could no longer detect  \nher flavor on his large hands. And then he looked to the remains of  \nthe roast, still mostly intact and still quite clearly recognizable as  \nthe lovely sow who had entered his home that afternoon The wolf gave a  \nchuckle and spoke to his meal as he lifted his carving knife once more.  \n  \n\"My lovely miss, you have been an absolutely delightful guest and now  \na delightful dinner. I do thank you for providing me with such a  \nsucculent companion dish with my vegetables this evening.\"  \n  \nThe wolf stood and gently slid the flat of his blade at the bottom of  \nJulianne's right breast as he examined the crisp brown shell that covered  \nthe mammary and he continued speaking as if she could hear, \"...and now  \nI'm afraid that I have something of a confession to make. I was not  \nentirely honest with you earlier...\"  \n  \nVincent's large black-furred hand cupped over Julianne's right breast  \ncompletely, his fingers grasping the massive globe very lightly so as  \nnot to crush the breaded coating, \"...I did tell you that cooking the  \nvegetables inside of you gave them the best possible flavor..and I was  \nnot lying when I told you that. However...\"  \nz  \nVincent's other hand turned the carving knife's blade and pressed it  \nagainst the sow's chest, the sharp edge working right to where the  \ncrisped dough met her body and resting there, \"...I also told you that  \nyour body being cooked along with them was merely an unfortunate  \nside-effect. I suppose that this is also true, but I neglected to  \nmention that I also prefer to cook my vegetables in that way because in  \ncooking your flesh along with the vegetables it gives me the opportunity  \nto eat the flesh of fat young porkers such as yourself.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The blade slid upward with nary a hint of resistance from the sow's  \nbody. It rather easily carved the sizable piglet girl's breast from  \nthe bone, though despite the ease at which the blade moved through  \nJulianne's flesh Vincent took his time to enjoy the sight and continue his  \nspeech, \"So when I invited you over to dinner, it was not only so that I  \ncould sample the results of your gardening efforts -- which are  \ndelicious, by the way -- but also because I knew from the moment I saw  \nyou that I wished to serve your body sizzling from my oven and consume  \nyour flesh. I suppose I should have stated from the beginning that I  \nwished to roast and eat you, but I was afraid that you'd not accept my  \ninvitation if I had been so forthcoming...\"  \n  \nThe blade slid more than halfway through the base of Julianne's breast,  \nand soon emerged near the top of her chest, allowing Vincent to pull  \naway the entirety of the sow's steaming, breaded mammary, crisp shell and  \nall. He took a moment to admire the beauty of what he held in his hand,  \nthen looked to Julianne with a somewhat sly smile and quickly added, \"I do  \nhope that you're not upset...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne made no indication that she was upset at all. She didn't  \nexplicitly state approval over being kept in the dark in such away, but  \nneither did she offer any complaint, and Vincent took that as a good  \nsign as he took his first bite from her breast. His lower teeth  \ncrunched into the crispy shell as his upper pulled moist, soft breast  \ntissue onto his tongue. He chewed slowly and sighed happily; the  \nbreading had added just the right amount of texture to complement the  \nsoft, sweet meat.  \n  \nVincent swallowed the first bite quickly and concluded, \"I do think  \nthat everything turned out for the best after all. You are indeed  \ndelicious.\"  \n  \nHe slowly consumed the rest of her breast, taking his time to enjoy  \nthe meal. One bite provide to have a slightly chewier texture than the  \nrest, and the wolf knew instantly that he held the disc of the sow's  \nnipple in his mouth. His tongue played against it for a moment before  \nhe allowed himself to resume chewing it properly before swallowing it  \ndown and then devouring the rest of the sweet breastmeat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Julianne's meat thus far had been exquisite, and there was still so much  \nleft on the roasted sow, but Vincent wasn't sure he could fit another  \nbite into his already overstuffed belly. He leaned back in his chair  \nand gave a hearty belch, closing his eyes and feeling a little groggy  \nfrom all the work of eating his dinner. In time he would chop off the  \npiglet's limbs and then gradually carve various cuts and steaks from her  \ntorso to ready her for his freezer, but for now the wolf felt like  \ntaking a nap. Reclining in his chair, the wolf rested a hand on his  \nfull belly, looked up to the young piglet still steaming on his table,  \nand chuckled, \"A wonderful dinner. I thank you for providing the  \nmeat...\" before he slowly drifted off for a nap.  \n  \n\n"}