"Hey dad, whats for dinner today?"

The female anthro deer was in her teens and was dressed in shorts and a sexy tank top, under which she apparently didn't wear a bra. She came running towards who she called daddy, although he was an anthro wolf. He embraced her and even lifted her up a little bit so her head came level with his. Then he gave her a gentle quick kiss on the snout. "I dunno, hmm lets think... What could we possibly have." he placed her down, and she looked at him, giggling in anticipation.

"How about we finally do a big venison roast." he suggested grinning, which earned him another hug of the eager deer.

"Oh daddy, you're the greatest. I promise, I'm gonna be all tender and juicy, too, when we're done." She beamed and then posed, her ass poking out, emphasised by her own hands grabbing and  her thigh. He laughed and gave the so exposed body part a clap. "I'd hope so. Otherwise I'm just gonna put you in the freezer and we're gonna have your little brother instead."

"Daddy!" she expressed with played anger, looking insulted, but she couldn't resist smirking too as she saw his mocking smile.

"Come on, get the others to the kitchen, we gotta start early." he commanded and hung his coat unto the coat rack.

A few minutes later the wolf, now naked except for his apron, stepped into the huge kitchen. An entire crew was waiting for him. The deer was sitting, naked and with slightly pointy nipples on her chest, on the kitchen table. Her legs lazily hanging down, ankles crossed. Two little bunnies, likely brother and sister played in the corner. Also a fox boy, a squirrel girl, a young stag, likely the doe's brother, and a frog girl were waiting there. All but the bunnies were wearing aprons. Just after the wolf had arrived a vixen entered the kitchen and looked at the gathered 'family'. She smirked a knowing smile.  "I see, father's cooking today. Don't leave a mess!" she said with a wink and left again, humming a little tune. "Sure thing dear." The wolf answered after her, then looked over the kitchen.

"I think we should make noodles with the roast. And a nice salad." he announced. What do we start with?" he asked the assembly, as if it was a school class.

The stag boy's arm went up snipping, a giggle on his face. "Yes?"

"With Aja. She always takes longest."

"Heyyy! I'm not!" his sister complained, but all the others drowned her complaints with laughing. The wolf smirked. "Correct in this case, sorry. We really gotta start with the roast." he announced and opened a drawer from which he took a sharp knife.

Aja didn't mind starting with herself, she beamed at the sight and dragged her legs on the counter, sitting completely on the table now.

The wolf shook his head, laughing. "Forget it, do you really expect to just play ingredient all evening and let us do the work? You know how it works, show the others how to prepare some meat before roasting."

Aja moaned disappointed and jumped of the table. The wolf held out the knife to her, handle first. "What do we do first?" he tested her.

"Ehm, ... I think first the venison needs to be drained and skinned." she said, recalling what she knew.

The wolf nodded in approval. "And where do we do that?"

She lowered her head. "Back in the room with the tiles. But its cold there!" she complained.

The others giggled and followed her and the wolf to the back room. Hooks were in the ceiling where meat could be hanged and it was cool there.

Aja blushed as she took a device that remotely looked like a cloth hanger from the rack. It was hooked at both ends and ended in pointy tips. She took it over to the table and attached it to a chain that was hanging from a ceiling pulley. Blushing she sat on that table, tugged her legs close, then, wincing, she forced the metal rod underneath her hamstring. The others watched curiously.

"You always wanted to get a piercing, sis!" The stag said giggling.

"Oh shut up, Stan!" Aja said and blushed even deeper as she forced the metal stick through her other ankle. Then she pulled the chain, which in turn hoisted her legs upwards. Once she let go she was dangling freely from the ceiling, hooked by her heels. She wiggled her legs a bit and her fur on her legs turned darker from drops of blood.

"Here, make yourself useful." she said and took the knife from the counter where she had placed it, just to hand it to her brother.

"Really? I get to cut you, Oh thank you sis!" he beamed and took the knife.  She exposed her throat, and he clumsily pushed the tip against its side.  Clearly he had at least seen this done before. She kept her eyes closed at first, but then as she felt the knife tip poke her neck couldn't resist peeking at her brother.

"Come on, we don't have all d*glck*" her voice got interrupted as the stag pushed the knife through his sisters neck with a moist cutting sound until the tip poked out the other side. She glared at him and a slight shiver went through her. A dark spot grew on her neck fur.

He smirked. "I got it. All the way through, and now out." he explained and pulled through, sliding the knife forward, cutting through her throat effortlessly, then held it up proudly.

Her mouth went open in a silent gasp, and then her head dropped backwards now hanging in a way she was looking straight down. A gurgling noise escaped her cut throat, now gaping open, and rhythmic gushes of blood escaped her neck.  Stan eeped and jumped back, trying not to get all messed up.

Aja tried to say something, but she couldn't lift her head, and only a gurgling noise escaped her windpipe. She reached for her neck with her hands, but a torrent of blood flowed through her fingers. Some of it sprayed on her head and eyes and she flayed her hands away from it, looking rather disgusted.

For a while she just endured hanging there, bleeding, rather embarrassed, but there wasn't much she could do. Then the squirts ebbed smaller. She started twitching and shuddering, her legs kicked a bit, once, twice, then trembled.  She tried to calm her breathing, but a buzzing sensation, like ants crawling spread over her body. She took a deep breath and held it, waited for the feeling to go away. Her arms she now held close to her belly, her hands pressed against her sex, easing the ant like tingling in it, blushing more.  Her vision suddenly blurred, and then she felt her heart stop.  Blood oozed out of her calmly for a few more moments, then it only dripped, and then it stopped completely. She let the air go and hung limp for a few seconds. It was over.

Aja blinked, then smiled and reached for her head once more, forcing it upwards so she could see the others in the face. She met the wolf's gaze and knew he had done something to keep her awake. He always did. After all being dead would certainly be quite boring, and she'd be of little help making food.

"Nice show." the wolf nodded at her in compliment. She opened her mouth to reply, but only a wheeze escaped her open neck. She then pointed at her belly, making an asking expression.

The wolf shook his head. "No, first you skin yourself, then comes the cleaning. Who wants to help?"

"Me, can I help?" the fox asked. The wolf gave him the knife with an encouraging nod.

Aja held mostly still as the wolf lowered her to the ground, while the fox boy started slicing through her fur, parting her hide around her wrists and her ankles, then sliced upwards along the inside of her arms and legs to her neck and her lower belly. From where the cuts met he sliced her skin upwards until it reached her neck. Then he severed the skin around the back of her neck. Aja followed every movement with her eyes and flexed slightly to make him reach more easier. She shivered once more and gasped as his furry hands reached under her hide, lifting it from her flesh. It felt weird. A bit like undressing. She looked at the white fat and dark red muscle exposed underneath. She hadn't ever been so naked and would have blushed if she had had any blood left. It tingled, and she slowly felt a bit numb where her skin was gone.

Finally, her arms and legs already peeled out of her hide, the wolf pulled it from her back and off her tail, which was only a tiny stump under the fur.

Aja felt a tugging between her legs and clenched them together embarrassed.  That particular skin was still quite sensitive and connected to her insides.  The wolf tugged stronger. She would have eeped if her throat could have made her voice sound, and her skinned hand reached down, holding her privates.

The wolf grinned mischievously and handed her the knife. "Here, cut around carefully, you don't wanna damage the best parts."

She did, leaving a thin bridge of skin around her privates and her tail hole.  Then she stood up and looked at her white exposed belly. She barely felt the knife against it, then stuck it into her abdomen quite effortlessly.

"Careful, you don't want to damage anything inside. Just cut yourself open so you can take out your innards." The wolf advised.

Everyone watched as Aja gutted herself carefully, until she was all hollow, her chest and belly empty. The wolf handed her a hose with warm water and she cleaned both her insides and outsides carefully, and the floor which had gotten quite messy. She had to grab her chin every now and then to prevent her head flapping backwards, which sent a jolt, like an electric shock through her when it happened anyway, as her spine got overstretched. It nearly made her slip and fall. Water rinsed out of her empty belly between her legs and she visibly enjoyed playing with her gutted body.

"I think thats enough now. Well done" the wolf explained, commending Aja. "Now lets get back into the kitchen, you baste yourself, and we start preparing the pasta!"

The basting sauce was pre-prepared in a big pot. Aja took it, then sat herself on a pan on the counter and massaged the stuff into her exposed flesh, inside and out. She enjoyed herself a lot, but the others soon lost interest in watching her, except the fox boy, who was sprouting a boner as he occasionally helper her a bit, and in turn tasted a bit of the basting sauce from her. She giggled silently.

Her brother watched the scene smirking, from where the others had gathered.  The wolf had been preparing a few bowls and other utensils.

"Stan, do you want to become the flour for the pasta?" the wolf had asked.  Stan had missed it. "What? Oh, sure, what do I need to do?"

The others giggled.

"Just climb on the table and sit in the bowl."

Stand did, a bit unsure about what would happen next. He felt weird, as if something was under his skin, something grainy. It itched. He rubbed his fingers against each other but the tingling feeling increased. He looked at the wolf puzzled, then lifted his arms in front of himself. They felt as if he was a plush toy. Except he wasn't filled with plush, it was solid grains inside his skin. He poked his belly, the stuff was everywhere. He couldn't speak.  Only a mouth full of grains escaped his snout. He quickly closed it and held his paws over his snout.

"Ok, now we have a bag of grains." The wolf explained to the others. "What do we do with it?"

"Mill him!" the squirrel girl answered. The wolf nodded and grabbed the bowl Stan was sitting in. "Quite right Lucy! Do you want to mill Stan?"

She nodded eagerly and ran ahead to the mill. A metal device with a huge handle, which she started to turn eagerly. It went light as the device was empty. Stan eyed it with mixed feelings as the wolf placed his bowl under the exit of the device, then grabbed him under the arms and made him stand next to it. Surprisingly enough he could still stand, leant against it, although his legs bulged under their grain content, straining his skin.

The wolf took the now almost empty bowl and poured the few grains that Stan had lost into the device. Immediately the grinding noises went louder. By the time soft flour rinsed out of it he had placed the bowl back under it to collect it.

"Ok Stan, slowly pour yourself into the machine. Not too fast, Lucy isn't that strong." the wolf commanded. Stan didn't really know what to do, he bent over the device and just opened his mouth from where he had lost grains before.

It looked as if he barfed. Grains from inside his head poured out of his mouth and filled the funnel in front of his eyes. Lucy strained a bit against the handle but immediately started grinding Stan's grain up into flour.

It felt weird. He couldn't really feel the grinding but he could feel himself pour out and empty. His head felt light and empty, and then partially caved in, as the grain was the only thing that had kept it in shape. He closed his mouth and looked at the wolf a bit helplessly. "Don't stop, we need more." he got encouraged.

Stan thought a bit. Then he suddenly smirked. Carefully he climbed on the table, then sat on the funnel above the machine. Lucy and the frog girl giggled, while the bunnies watched big eyed. "You're taking a dump in the mill!" they accused him giggling.

"That's fine, his insides are all grain, see." The wolf explained, and truly, as soon as the stag relaxed, a thin stream of grain left his rear. He held himself with one hand on the rim of the funnel, that he used like a toilet bowl, the other soon went unto his hard, grain filled dick. As he squeezed it a few single grains squeezed out its tip, which seemed to feel wonderful. Stan couldn't speak, but the expression on his half collapsed face spoke whole encyclopedias.

Soon he collapsed more, as his belly emptied in the machine and more grain from his shoulders and his head slipped down. Lucy had to work hard to grind it all up into fine flour that slowly accumulated in the bowl.

Stan gave up on his member after ejecting a few more grains on his belly. They subsequently rinsed into the funnel as well. His stag dick went limp. He had squished it all empty. He had problems keeping himself upright as his body more and more lost shape. But he liked the sensation of running empty like that. Eagerly he massaged his arm and shoulder, working the grains into the funnel. His bum sacked lower into the funnel but luckily the machine was built in a way he couldn't fall in. Only the grains got sucked in through a hole at the funnel bottom. Stan now sat in the funnel and felt the grain drain from his thighs. He could barely move like this, so the wolf helped with a smile, picked up Stan's hooves and held his feet high, emptying his legs into his rear, from which he poured into the mill as well. The same he did to Stan's other arm, which promptly went limp and empty. Stan's body heaved and shivered, then sagged together as the last few grains left his butt. Then the wolf grabbed the empty limp skin from the funnel and placed it on the counter, flattened it and folded it up neatly. He put it where Aja's fur had already ended up. Stan's fur showed no emotion, he was clearly no longer 'in there'-

Instead there was a nice pile of flour in the big bowl, the last grains being milled by a determined Lucy right now.

"Ok, now we need two eggs, who wants to be two eggs."

"Us! Us!" the bunnies volunteered, little surprisingly.

"Ok, here you go, watch it..." he held his hands high, to the cheering bunnies delight, then he clapped his hands.

Two oversized eggs stood where the bunnies just had been standing, then rolled to their side. Soft giggling could be heard from inside both of them though.

"Now we know how bunnies make easter eggs." the fox explained with a grin. The two girls giggled.

"Shall we put them in the flour daddy?" the frog girl asked. The wolf nodded.

"Carefully break them, but don't spill them outside the bowl, or you clean the mess."

Both girls lifted each side of one egg and held it over the bowl. Giggling could be heard from inside again. Then the fox karate chopped it with his paw.

*Crack* it made, and the first egg came apart. The giggling went louder, and then a little bunny oozed out. Living, bunny shaped egg yoke, sprouting the yellow inside him like an amoeba, one of the bunnies giggled, then oozed down into the bowl. He was barely strong enough to hold his shape together against gravity, but enjoyed it like a roller coaster ride.

"Cool, next one!" the fox explained eagerly. They repeated the process with the next egg, while the first egg yoke bunny was climbing up the rim as far as he could to watch what was going on. Soon the second egg joined the first.  Except she poked herself on the hard egg shell, eeping, and then flowed apart as the yellow of the egg core got damaged and poured out. She whimpered a bit as she couldn't hold her shape even once settled into the flour, but giggled again as the other bunny hugged her, flowing all around her. The two egg yoke bunnies found out they could make little clumps from flour and started playing in the bowl as if it was a sandbox.

"Don't make it all lumpy." the wolf warned, but couldn't help but giggle.

"What am I gonna be?" Lucy asked curiously.

"I think, you'd make a great desert." he said, which seemed to make her a bit disappointed. Being desert meant waiting until the end. "But you can help me make the dough. Get a bit of water into the bowl, then mix the eggs with the flour, will you?"

She nodded eagerly. The fox and the frog soon helped her. Under their mixing hands, the other bunny's yellow also broke, and soon they mixed unrecognisably with the flour and the water, their ticklish giggles subsiding as their bodies became one with Stan's flour. Soon though, as the dough became more shape-able, it as a whole seemed to gain a live on its own. It twitched and flexed between the mixing hands, and then started to shape itself, forming tendrils that eventually became arms. But it needed more mixing until the weird dough being could shape a body and a head and sit up in the bowl.

It opened its eyes, and looked around confused. It obviously had features of Stan, including a soon sprouting dick. But he didn't seem to have full control of his body, which formed bulges and moved on its own, likely the work of the bunnies that played with each other and with Stan in that now shared body. He opened his mouth, but instead of being able to speak he sprouted a tongue that on its own became longer and longer, then rolled up. He closed his mouth with both paws, only to have then become part of his face for a moment, not wanting to separate. It was a silent struggle between them, funny to watch.

The frog girl couldn't help but started teasing Stan by playing with his cock.  It too gained a live of its own and wrapped around her paw, much to Stan's delight who showed a face expression in his dough face between torture and pleasure.

A little bunny shaped dough figure grew out of his chest like in an alien movie, then a furry bunny hand grew next to it and pulled it back inside. They were fighting each other, and Stan momentarily had control of his cock. Or not, it squirted a thick squirt of dough on the frog girl. She eeped, then took it and mixed it back into Stan who lost his shape again. They also added a bit of salt to the mixture.

"Enough fooling around, its time for Aja to get in the oven" the wolf explained. Everyone turned around to watch the deer.

She was meanwhile nicely basted and posed lazily on a chair, her head flopped back, her fingers playing in the holes in her neck. She flipped her head back forward once she noticed it was her turn.

"Oven at 300, get a deep enough tray to collect all the juices, then place yourself on it. Take this one." the wolf commanded and tossed an apple from a nearby bowl that had a few of those.

Aja managed to catch it in her mouth, but the force kicked her head backwards again. Much to the amusement of the others. The fox, all gentleman, went ahead and opened the door of the oven with a little bow.  The walking venison roast made a curtsy and flopped her head back into position, then bent down herself to setup the right temperature and settings.  Immediately a fan in the back of the industrial grade oven started blowing hot air in her face.

Aja exchanged the tray in the oven with some effort. It was heavy, and the others had to help her put it in. Then she settled down on it and pulled herself into the warm oven. She reached out one last time to give the door a yank, which was almost enough to close it. The fox smiled at her and gave it the slight push needed to close completely, then watched her through the glass of the oven door.

Aja was nicely lit by the light in the oven, the hot air played over her exposed meat, and she did some lazy posing, turning the oven into a peep show that made the fox's boner throb rock hard against the slowly heating up oven door.

"Marik, don't drool over the main course before she's done!" the wolf called him back. The girls giggled at his exposed boner, he blushed a but, but instead of hiding it he proudly waved it around.

"Ok, that's it, you just volunteered to be the noodle sauce!" the wolf said sternly, which made the girls laugh even more.

"But I wanted to watch her roasting!" Marik complained.

Hmm, OK, you can watch her for a bit after we finish the noodles. He said kindly, then prepared the device that would stretch out the dough thinly and cut it into noodle shaped stripes.

The dough creature flexed and visibly giggled as the others flattened it with a roller, then fed him feet first into the machine. It squeezed him further between two set of cylinders, the third cylinder was a set of thin metal wheels with razor sharp edges. It cut the dough up into thin stripes, which the wolf helped spread out on the table, while Lucy turned the handle on the machine to walk Stan through it.

Every so often the fox would cut the continuous noodles apart. The last bit of dough Stan wiggled a bit more, but the machine still managed to re-flatten him and cut him to stripes. Then all that was left was thin strips of drying dough. Some of them seemed to wriggle a bit, but that was all.

"Those need to dry a bit, and then we put them into boiling water." The wolf explained, then turned his attention back to the deer. 

Aja was smiling happily, playing her fingers through the juices that started oozing out of her meat and collecting in the tray she was resting on where they sizzled and bubbled. Her formerly white body fat was getting slightly yellow and soft, melting and oozing. Her meat started changing colour from dark red to a slightly browner hue, but she still had no problems moving and played her hands over her breasts.

Marik sprouted an insta-boner once more.

The wolf was happy with the development and went to the closet where he fetched parts of a giant blender, which he started assembling on the table opposite of the oven, right in Aja's sight.

"Your turn, come on." the wolf nagged, and Marik moved away from the oven window with a sad face. His face lighted up once he saw the blender on the table. "For me?" he asked?

The wolf nodded and laughed as the fox jumped on the table, opened the lid and climbed inside, feet first, then crouched down on the blade, facing the oven.

The wolf closed the lid on him. Marik felt the cold steel of the blade press against his rear as he wrapped his bushy tail around it.

"What first red, then redder and finally tomato sauce?" the wolf asked.

"Me?" Marik's voice sounded muffled from inside.

"A fox in the blender." he confirmed, much to the delight of the three girls watching.

Marik pawed on his throbbing dick, his other paw on the glass. Aja watched him through the oven glass, feeling her body roast and sizzle nicely. It took her a bit of effort to shift forward and move her arm as her meat was half way through already, but she managed to sit up and give Marik a little hand kiss with the apple in her snout, which she blew towards him.

The apple dripped warm apple juice as itself also had started cooking.

Marik caught the kiss she sent in his paw as if it had been a physical object through the glass, then licked it and smirked. He waved, and Aja waved back.

Then the wolf turned the switch.

Marik made a surprised face and got sucked a bit lower as the blade started spinning quickly and sucked itself into his rear. Then his face expression turned into utter bliss as the blade blended inside his butt. But only for a second, then his hips erupted in a fountain of tomato juice that splattered against the entire lower half of the blender. Almost all was red. Right in front of him however there was a large splotch of white which slowly got smudged away as more red sauce hit it from behind. His head on the other hand, showing total bliss, sank lower and lower as his body was blended into mush and started rotating faster and faster. Soon he was hidden from view behind a curtain of sauce getting splattered and swirled around. He was the only one who could witness and see first hand how his body, somehow turned to tomato flesh inside, was shredded to pieces, turned to sauce and blended around. His head bopped a few times against the walls as it floated in the sauce until he finally got sucked low enough for the blade to catch him as it turned the last solid bits into juice.

As the wolf turned the device off, the entire blender was full of rotating, sloshing sauce, slowly coming to a standstill.

"Needs some cooking and spicing." the wolf announced after he opened the lid and tasted a finger tip of Marik sauce.

Aja, was watching the entire scene from inside the oven, her hand between her legs where her pussy was nicely roasting, dripping juices into the tray where they sizzled and bubbled. As she discovered she was too cooked to be able to change her quite compromising pose anymore, her roasted meat not moving the way she wanted. She was almost done. All she could do is keep stroking her roasted pussy as long as she could, while watching the others through the oven door. She hoped they wouldn't let her burn.

The wolf and the two remaining girls had been cooking the sauce, thickening it, adding spices. Then it was time for the now dried noodles to be thrown into boiling saltwater. They seemed to wriggle a bit in the girls hands as they threw them in, but in the water they quickly turned to delicious cooled pasta.

"Maja, dinner's almost ready, could you tend the salad while we plate the roast and the noodles?" the wolf asked the frog girl.

"Sure, what salad ..." she had wanted to ask what salad she should make, but a weird sensation on her chest answered the question for her. A piece of her skin seemed to come off. Except that it wasn't green skin, it was a salad leaf. And under it were more salad leaves. She looked down on her green body and discovered her entire body seemed to be made from salad leaves. Even her arms, her hands. It felt like salad had grown tightly wrapped together, but it was salad. Peeking under that leaf that shaped her chest were more leaves, layers of layers of green leaves. She was salad entirely, even her face as she discovered as she touched her cheeks and felt the soft, rustling sensation of leaves touching other leaves. 

She couldn't speak, so she just nodded diligently as the wolf suggested to her to make a simple dressing from lemon and oil and some spices. She had troubles lifting the bottle with the oil, and squeezing a lemon turned out a hard task, droplets from the juice sipped between her leaves and tickle inside her. Then she had to wash the salad. She filled the sink with water, then sat on the counter and tucked on one of her leaves from her chest. With a crunchy cracking sound and a weird ripping sensation, it came off, peeled of her body and landed in the water. The stems of all those leaves got together on her spine as she found out, or rather her spine was made from the stems of her leaves. As if the tail she had had as a tadpole had been the root she had grown from. It was easier if she started with leaves from her bottom, so she plucked the next one from her butt cheek. Or rather the leaf that was her butt cheek. If salad could have blushed she would have, so she just made silent grimaces of pleasure and embarrassment as she took her own body apart leaf by leaf, and threw them into the water to be cleaned. There wasn't much to clean anyway, there wasn't any dirt inside her. No snails had gotten in between her leaves either.

Without the leaves that would have been her hip, her lower body all  but taken apart, her legs lost support and came off with just a little tug. They had grown upside down with the leaves originating from her thigh and growing downwards. She had no problems taking them apart and adding them to the water, then she cleaned them all and put them into the salad bowl. There it looked just like ordinary salad.

"Very nice, but we need more, Lucie, help her a bit there, won't you?" the wolf suggested.

Maja became a bit helpless once Lucie tugged out her salad arms at the shoulders and also took them apart she just gave in to the pleasant sensation of having leaf after leaf of her body plucked away. Soon her head came apart and she couldn't see anymore. The last few leaves were curled soft and tight around Maja's center, her heart. The heart of the salad. Maja could feel Lucie peel away the last protecting leaf from her, then touching her sensitive core.

Lucie giggled and dunked the twitching salad heart into the dressing, shook it a bit, then took it into her mouth and started crunching the tender salad piece between her teeth. It tasted awesome and she savoured every bit of it as she chewed it into green pulp and then gulped it down.

Lucie then had to help the wolf take the venison roast out of the oven. Aja had to be cut up into steaming tender slices, which she didn't protest because she could no longer move. Only a few twitches told that the deer could still feel things.

Plating the table and preparing the bowls with noodles and sauce was a quick thing to do, but there was still one thing missing.

"Can we make me desert now?" Lucie asked impatient. The wolf giggled. "What do you want, ice cream?"

"Yay, ice cream!" she cheered and climbed on the table where the ice cream machine stood. It was basically chilled bowl with a rotating hook inside, a bit like a cold temperature slow motion variant of the blender if you looked at it from Lucie's perspective. The wolf added extra shuger, milk, and finally stuffed Lucie in the machine, much to her delight, then pressed the button.

Lucie felt the hook enter her legs as if it was nothing, it was cold, but it didn't hurt at all. Her insides felt soft and smooth, like an overripe mango, and the machine took her apart effortlessly and mixed her through into a dough like substance. The third rotation it went into her pussy and ripped out at her hip, taking a leg away from her. She squealed and trembled, pressing her privates against the rotating hook until there was nothing left of them.

Her giggling eventually turned muffled and ceases altogether as the machine was pulping her and the other ingredients up into a nice smooth texture. All the wolf had to do was to add a few hands full of salt to the ice cubes in the outer bowl to make the machine reach its working temperature.

He had a last glance at the nicely mixing ice cream substance the girl had become. It was perfect, she'd be done just in time for desert. Then he went to the dining room and hit the old style gong that would alert his beloved vixen.

"Dinner is ready!"