Ajana the dryad : stumbles upon a cook book. "Dryad recipies" it says - curiously she opens it, expecting potions and stuff - only to be presented with a 2 page full color display of a grill roasted, stuffed dryad. She gasps, but oddly instead of being horrified, she finds herself oddly fascinated, feeling a tingling in her nethers and other interesting places. She knows she should close this book, but instead starts reading the list of ingredients, and then the instructions. 'after removing the fur from your dryad, remove the guts from the lower, deer torso. then fill her up tight with the pre-prepared stuffing. seal in, then baste thorroughly' a moan escapes her and she touches herself ... Ajana the dryad : keeps reading the book, still fascinated, but she keeps coming back to that one full color display, shamelessly pleasuring herself. Then she suddenly realizes that most of the ingredients are herbs that grow nearby and are in season. Chuckling to herself, she leaves the book and - still visibly aroused, starts collecting ingredients. Harmless as it is. Having a big pile of roots and herbs and some fruit, she starts preparing them. Why not, they would make a tasty meal by themselves. But she just can't stop imagining herself filled to the brink with those, juices oozing out of her, between her legs.... well, currently something else is oozing... 'remove the fur on your dryad's lower torso' the book instructs. Ajana is fond of her pretty fur, but - it will regrow, right? Why not live out a little kinky fantasy? She has a sharp knife, and just out of curiousity, she pulls it along her flanks, shaving off a stripe of her fur, revealing her bare, unprotected skin. A shiver runs through her, and she takes a second gentle swipe... Ajana the dryad : finds out that shaving herself feels surprisingly pleasant. She is of course skilled enough not to accidently cut herself. The bare revealed skin is so sensitive. And she had never seen her skin bare, from birth she had been fur covered. What would it feel like to have her entire lower torso bare, just like in the book? Blushing, she looks around, but as she cannot spot any spies or onlookers, she decides to continue this kinky little fantasy of hers. Aftar all, one can't stop halfway through, that'd look so awkward. From the waist of her upper torso down, she removes the fur. On the flanks and the back it felt only nice, almost like scratching an itch she hadn't known was there, but once she rolls on her side and starts shaving her delicate, sensitive belly fur, it becomes an outright pleasure in itself and she can't stop, moaning to herself with every careful, slow swipe. Next to her, brown, spotted fur piles up, while she also doesn't neglect her deer legs... and then - her tail and around her tail, under her tail. Embarassed she realizes how wet she is. Now without her fur, she can smear her juices all over her naked self, over her sensitive little udders. It tickles to shave there, so little fur, but of course it feels to good to neglect it. As she removes the final strands of fur, methodically, she moans and arches, shivering from both the cool breeze and the pleasure, her fingers drenched in her own deer juices which she had been smearing all over herself, almost like shaving cream. Ajana the dryad : doesn't produce enough liquids of course to cover herself entirelly, but basting her naked skin in sticky juices just feels too good. And the book had the recipe for just such a liquid - for just such purpose - and doing so feels so delightedly deviant and naughty. The dryad stands up, almost shocked by how bare and vulnerable and skinny she looks without her fur. The slightest breeze makes her shiver, and she feels so sensitive. She loves it and decides to embrace this depraved fantasy even more. After all, why not get a bit messy before she takes a bath to clean herself? No harm done. The basting is quickly prepared, and it smells so delicious. It's almost tingling, as the spicy herb sauce covers her bare flanks, and rubbing it into herself feels so nice. Almost like an ointment. It changes her color, too from white pink to a more pleasant, appetizing red brown - closer to her fur color, yet still so different. And it smells so delicious... Ajana the dryad : sooon has covered her entire lower self in the delicious juices, moaning and squirming in the process. It burns in her most sensitive parts, tingling, but yet so pleasantly so, she can barely stop, fingering and rubbing the liquid into her skin, into her nethers and her udder. Flashes of herself on the grill, turning a delicious brown creep into her sex drowned mind, fueling the fantasy. Her fingers play with her tail hole as well, the urge to rub the fluids inside and make her insides so tasty as well is strong, but the sounds of a bowel motion remind her that her insides are currently less appetizing. Even the thought of going to the loo like that would ruin her tasty fantasy. Soil her delicious body. Yes of course, the dryad in the book had been emptied out. But she couldn't do that to herself of course. That would be crazy. Her mind discards the idea as nonsense, only for her fantasy to come back with a vengeance and nagging questions -- why not? With her healing magic, it wasn't like she couldn't repair any damage without a trace of a scar. And she was kinda curious what it would feel like. Of course she'd never do such thing, but - well, if she did, right now was quite an opportunity considering she was already shaved and basted - she wouldn't do that again anytime soon, it was too crazy. But then again, doing harm to herself was out of the question, it was against all her principles. But... why couldn't she stop fingering herself at the mere thought of going through with that? And filling her belly with that delicious stuffing - being a living dish, with vegetables inside herself instead of guts... And filled taut and tight, too, so it came out through all the right holes... She shook her head, trying to get that crazy thought away. But then she looked at the knife. It would be so easy to make a cut across her belly to open herself... no, that was crazy, it would hurt. But maybe she needed to try it, only for the pain to get some sense into her Ajana the dryad : shook her head, almost amused - there she was, all basted and naked and with a sharp knife in her hand about to cut her own belly open. How depraved was that. At least she knew the pain would snap her out of it, she thought. She only had to go through with that until it became unbearable, then she'd stop, heal herself, do some illusion about her fur, and quickly forget anything of this embarrassing episode ever happened. As easy as that. That was the resolution..... and maybe it would have worked if that knife hadn't been magically sharpened, or if the dryad had been less skilled a huntress and not been accustomed to field dressing prey or not knowing what she was doing. But the thing was, she knew exactly where to cut and how. And although it did hurt, she also had quite a high pain tolerance. It stung the first moment, especially because of that basting sauce she had smeared all over herself, but that was also oddly numbing. And then as she sliced her own belly open ever so slowly, she found herself fascinated and curious - both at how far she could take this without having to stop, and what she herself looked on the inside. Turned out, her lower belly looked just like a feral deer, except this was her and she felt it. Those slimy guts, squirming almost like worms inside her belly now only protected by a thin translucent veil - those were hers. She parted her skin all the way until she reached her rib cage, and the cold air hitting her exposed insides made her shiver even more. But aside from that initial sting, there was almost no pain, only an almost exciting tingling burn from the baste sauce. It amplified as she dared touch herself where she had exposed herself. A moan escaped her - why was this so hot, this was so wrong... Ajana the dryad : "I gotta stop. I have to stop..." Ajana spoke to herself, bewildered by how much she was turned on by what she was doing and by how fascinating it was. All she had to do was clench her skin together and use her innate healing magic, a skill she had perfected. But... instead she sliced through the thin skin that protected the contents of her belly as well and allowed her guts to spill out of her unto the grass. The sensation was remarkable, a sucking, pulling sensation that made her belly feel all weird and - in her aroused state - caused her to arch and squirm, which of course liberated her exposed insides even more. Biting her lips from pain and pleasure she could barely belief what she had done, piling her own insides in front of her, and getting off on it. "i... gah... I'll do it... I'll go all the way. Just this once. And then I put everything back in..." she tried to set herself a boundary and started empting herself more, until she felt an embarassingly exciting little tug under her tail, where her guts were connected to her tailhole. This part about field dressing was always delicate, one had to be careful not to spoil the meat. She clenched her pucker tight, reaching into her belly with her hand to feel for the part of her guts that connected to it. There were two ways to do this. She could make an oval cut around her privates and her butt hole and core herself out like an apple, leaving a gaping hole under her tail. But her privates urged for attention and she knew she'd be torturing herself by removing the one part where she could release that urge. The more tricky way was to clench her guts together on the inside, and then cut there, so one couldn't tell on the outside. Ajana the dryad : Same with her bladder and her womb. The thought of removing the very core of her femininity felt oddly deviant. Of course she's put it back later, but for now... Now she'd be all empty... With both hands she reached inside of her, tugged on her colon, then, biting her lips, she made the cut, squirming slightly, her legs pushing into the dirt. Then she had the squishy pipe out of her belly and tied a knot, just in case, so the contents would not spill. Then her womb... to her embarassment, the pressure on her bladder made it's contents leak out between her legs, but that wasn't so bad. It was just pee... And then she did the cut on the inside, a little yank, and she no longer had to pee. Removing her womb was almost anticlimatic, her pussy still urged all the same, despite it leading inside a hollow belly without anything behind it. She draped it over the pile of guts almost like a holy reliquium. She had to keep that one safe. Feeling light headed and dizzy all of a sudden she was quick to also take out her stomach, which interestingly made her feel better and less nauseous. It, too she tied off, then investigated her completely empty deer torso. Her lungs and heart were in her upper body, the latter beating like a drum, but from the waist down, she was now a hollow, empty piece of meat. A living piece of meat, waiting to be stuffed. She of course now had to face the question - do I put everything back in? Or do I stuff myself with veggies and stuffing like in the book. And the only right answer would have been to undo the crazy things she had done... but at the same time it felt like a waste - not to go the extra step, after she had come so far already... Ajana the dryad : there was another aspect to it. Ajana was cold. And the stuffings were warm. Putting them in felt heavenly. Of course it burnt the first moment the spicy filling came in contact with her bare flesh, but that made room for a delicious, exciting numb tingling almost immediately, even taking away the pain from having emptied herself. Once she started she couldn't stop, even when it turned out she hadn't made enough and had to cook more, barely holding herself together so she wouldn't spill. Moaning, she filled the hot mix of vegetables, herbs and stuffing into her hollow self and had never felt so complete. Forgotten were the pile of deer guts which she had arranged on the side of the clearing, under a piece of cloth so it wouldn't attract flies. She was in heaven, filling up her belly, until she could barely pull her skin closed over it. In the book, they had used coarse threat and needle to sew it shut, of course she didn't need to. A warm sensation in her palm as she invoked her healing spell, and her belly sealed together almost without a trace, except that her insides were now stuffing, not entrails. But she did remember that the book asked to leave gaps, so the roast would not burst if it expanded, so she did. Seeing her stuffing bulge out of her taut belly in two, three spots made it all the more depraved. She rolled around, trying to get up and got rewarded by a heavenly sensation of her stuffing getting compressed, making her feel so pleasantly full and warm and tingling, while also squeezing out naughtily between her legs, and no clenching could prevent the pleasant feeling of a warm potatoe squeezing out of her nethers. Blushing, she reached under her tail and pushed it back in, fingering herself with the naughty bit of stuffing, until it staid in. Ajana the dryad : moaned. It felt so squishy inside of her. and so hot. She fingered herself though both holes, then licked her fingers. Even better, a bit of stuffing was pressed up through her food pipe into her mouth, letting her taste directly what she was filled with, and a burp with delicious scents escaped her. Ajana the dryad : kept playing with herself, the stuffing within, and the basting sauce on the outside - it had gone from slippery to sticky, so she had started reapplying it, felt wonderful. She was such a depraved piece of meat right now, a grill roast just waiting to get on the grill. She wondered what that would feel like - having her meat roast, while the stuffing inside her cooked, oozing delicious juices out of all her holes. Of course she knew that this fantasy was nothing like the real, it had to be agony - even though she did feel kind of numb, especially her back legs - with both the basting, stuffing and what she had done to herself. But still, no harm in fantasizing about it. She'd press her udder against the grill, and it'd hiss and sizzle and burn a brown crispy pattern into her delicious teats, squirming on the grill and rearranging herself while she'd wait to be cooked through. She wondered what it would feel like and how she could tell. Moans escaped her while she kept pushing that potato in and out of her nether lips until it became all squishy. When that happened, she grabbed a carrot and pushed that into her butt, like a butt plug. She tried to imagine what it would feel like having her skin on her nethers there become hard and crispy. That had to feel interesting. No. Certainly it wouldn't it would be agony... right? Then again the grill was right there. And the answer to that odd question. It'd be easy to make some hot coals and try out how close she could get to them without the idea stopping to be fun. Ajana the dryad : 's scream echoed through the forest. Getting the coals to burn hadn't been an issue and she knew what the right temperature was to conduct a roast such as her. What she hadn't taken into account was the little detail that her skin would stick to the searing hot metal, and her plan to immediately jump up and stop when the heat became unbearable. Of course lunging herself fully on the grill roast when getting close slowly had turned out to be really hard had been a bit foolish in the first place, now she felt the hot metal burn long thin marks into her delicate exposed, although deliciously basted belly skin, while she couldn't get away. Any attempt only pressed the skin of her equally basted legs firmer against the roast, making her more stuck. Of course after the skin immediately in contact with the metal had cooked sufficiently and she had started oozing enough fat unto the grill, she became unstuck. First in the places that had first come in contact with, then on her legs. But even though she still heard the hissing sound of her skin sizzling against the metal, felt the heat of the hot coals burning underneath her, even felt the vibration in the metal as her own fat sizzled - the pain she had initially felt had subsided almost completely. By the time she finally could get herself of the grill, she felt light headed and tingly, and her skin oddly tight where it had been heated. of course she got off, then immediately rubbed more of the lotion - the herby basting sauce over the freshly grilled belly of hers. It tingled a lot, slightly numb, and she could feel the grooves of the grill bars on her skin, slightly indented and harder. Brown streaks all over her. On her belly, flanks, legs. She was panting heavily, hyperventilating. But... considering it all - it hadn't even been that bad. Yes, it had been agonizing, but only in the first couple of seconds. Ajana the dryad : hesitated - should she really? But she had already started with that depraved fantasy. And in a way the sizzling had felt good. Different than anticipated, but exciting. And she could heal herself, right? Probably at least. She hadn't ever healed someone who had been cooked before. But then her inner organs were perfectly fine, after all they weren't even in her. There was little risk when she thought about it. And when if not now... This time she only moaned, hissing. The pain was there, but this time she knew what to expect. Once more her skin glued to the grill which had become hotter without any meat on it. Squirming, biting her lips, she waited for the initial pain to subside. Then, taking a deep breath, she pressed her udder, her against the grill, just like in her little fantasy. A long moan escaped her as she felt her teats started sizzling and the warmth, the heat from the grill started spreading pleasantly throughout her lower belly, heating up her stuffing. once again her skin glued to the metal until it had become both crisp and juicy enough to come lose again, excitingly hard and stiff. Her skin was thin there, and the heat transferred into her stuffing easier. It didn#t take long until she felt a sizzling sensation inside her, as the vegetables started cooking bubbling, oozing juices that in turn spread and started cooking her from within. She moaned, and wriggled, but this time did not jump off, but kept on the fire, wanting to feel the unexpected sensations. Ajana the dryad : felt how her belly became tighter, steam forming within her, before it and some of her juices found their way out through the deliberate gaps in her belly - hissing into the coals. She also noticed the pressure rise under her tail, some of the now mushed potato being squished out before a bubble of steam escaped her with a hiss that felt a bit like a fart, only much hotter and smelled much more delicious. Once more she started fingering herself, pushing her stuffing back in. On her fingertips she could feel how her insides became hot and hotter. Something told her that the skin on her belly had had enough, she didn't want to burn, so she rolled unto her side, roasting her flanks. once more she glued to the grill with a hiss, but this time she could see what had become of her udder and lower belly. It looked so delicious and it smelled. Meat juices had started oozing out of her and then a little burp brought the full aroma of her own roasting lower body into her mouth. She moaned and dug her fingers in and out of herself, even though it got so hot inside her that it felt like she was burning her fingertips. She licked the juice of her fingers, and was delighted by how heavenly she tasted. Roasted dryad was definitely a good recipe. ... the bowl with the basting sauce was within reach, so she applied plenty of it to the parts of her that were already roasted and those that weren't. Her skin had turned a nice brown tan and felt crispy to the touch. It felt numb and ticklish, when she touched the hard parts, especially her roasted teats. Her legs started to cramp as her muscles cooked through from underneath and she rearranged herself once more - pressing her yet pristine other flank on the grill. Ajana the dryad : was rewarded once more with heat and getting temporarily stuck, but also with her cooking stuffing sloshing within her, oozing out and up her foodpipe, giving her a taste. The vegetables were getting good, but it was nothing compared to the sight of her now thoroughly roasted flank. It looked just like in the book deep brown, with darker lines across her entire length, where she had pressed against the grill. Her skin tingled and felt cold against the air, even though it was hot to the touch. She dared take a lick, shivering at the sensation, and at the taste. And she wasn't even ordinarily a meat eater. her insides were now cooking properly, and she could feel steam and tasty scents escape her almost constantly, numbing her tailhole and her sex, while at the same time stimulating her constantly. Once more she basted herself. ... I... I must be almost through... she thought, feeling her other side also become stiffer and number as her legs became deliciously grilled meat. It became so hard to move. Ajana the dryad : had to use her arms to lift herself of the grill this time. Her legs had almost no strength to them. But her other flank had been grilled just as nicely as her first, and there was one more thing she had to try. She had applied basting sauce to her urging sex and tail hole for the last minute or two, feeling dizzy and light headed, she wanted release. So she sat on the grill. Squat, pressing her rump against it so hard, she could feel one of the bars squeeze between her nether lips, slippery from the fat and juices that had oozed out of her. Then it locked, sizzling, sending her over the edge as it roasted her pussy, glueing her in place momentarily, just like before. Ajana squeezed her breasts, rocking, arching, feeling her stuffing ooze out of her rear and cook and sizzle against the hot grill, feeling so exquisite. She came, she came so hard, she knew this had been totally worth it. Every bit of it. When she came down from her orgasm, she knew she was done. Her sex lifted easily now, cooked potatoe had sealed her holes with a delicious crust, and her nethers had turned crispy hard, yet oily and juicy - numb, tingly and ticklish at the same time. She felt hot, too hot, overall, like from a fever, and she wanted to be off the grill. Her legs almost didn't comply, she had to lift most of her weight with her hands, burning her fingers on the hot metal. But she managed to lift herself off the grill and unto the platter with salad and vegetables. As soon as she did, she could feel her own juices ooze out of her and form a lake of sauce underneath her. She was filled with delicious filling that soaked its way out. Ajana the dryad : looked at herself, dizzy, but she felt delighted. "I did it...." she whispered. "I cooked myself!" she blushed. "Anyone want some dryad roast?" She asked giggling into the forest, convinced that she was alone and no one had seen her do these things. Half she wished someone would see her like this. She couldn't eat a single bite of herself, as she had no stomach. Instead her delicious filling kept burping up into her mouth, giving her more than enough taste of herself before she gulped it back down. Her gaze fell on her knife, and she giggled, imagining carving herself up for an imaginary dinner guest. She wondered what it would feel like. And look like, as she was full of delicious cooked filling.