"Casual Cooking: What's for Dinner? ::Written by Toasterz::"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

URL: https://pastebin.com/ss2n6PQ8
Created on: Wednesday 22nd of April 2020 10:19:44 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:01:59 AM UTC


Casual Cooking: What's for Dinner?
::Written by Toasterz::


Stepping off of her school bus into the sweltering sun Lizzie was looking forward to reaching home, she hated the heat. Her house was a good ten minute walk from her bus stop. As the sun was beating down on her, her shoulder length black hair only made her hotter. Halfway there she looked down and noticed her pale legs were glistening with droplets of sweat, she just couldn't wait to be home.

Lizzie is a girl that caught an eyes glance easily. Barely reaching five feet Lizzie is a short girl. Her face had many cute features and her short thin pear shaped body also hosted a modest B-cup and attractive hips. Her wider than average hips of course meant she has a butt to be proud of, and her short legs aren't mere sticks but attractive healthy thighs and big calves. She often wore shorts to show off her legs and to help deal with the heat, and despite showing a decent amount of skin her complexion has always remained fairly pale.

Finally Lizzie reached her street, just a minute more until she had precious air condition. As she neared her home she saw her neighbor Jim retrieving his mail, he saw her and perked up with a big smile.
"Look who it is, howdy Lizzie! How are you doing today?" he cheerfully asked.
"Good, just desperate to get out of this heat!" Lizzie said as she continued walking home.
"Yeah it's like an oven out here!" Jim stated which managed a giggle out of Lizzie.
"And how was your day?" she added.
"Pretty good, and seeing a cutie like yourself made it better." Jim bantered.
She smirked and rolled her eyes as she kept walking. Jim has been Lizzie's neighbor ever since she was a little girl, he was like family to her and he would never passed a chance to tease her. As she approached her driveway she waved goodbye to Jim and he gave a friendly wave back. Finally she was home at last, she opened the front door and went inside.

"Hey honey, how was school?" her mother asked as Lizzie closed the front door.
"Fine, but it's too hot outside." replied Lizzie. Her mother noticed the glisten of sweat on her daughter's arms and noticed Lizzie's cheeks were flushed pink from the heat.
"Poor baby I can see that!" she said as she poured a glass of ice cold water for Lizzie, which she gladly accepted.
"Any homework?" her mother asked.
"Mhm I gotta study for a test tomorrow." she replied after finished off the glass.
"Alright honey but take it easy until you cool down. You know what might help? A nice cold shower to wipe the sweat off and help you feel refreshed." her mother suggested.
"Good idea, shower than study. Thanks Mom!" she said as she placed the glass in the dishwasher and headed for her room.

Throwing her backpack on the floor she went to the dresser and got her pajamas out an laid them on her bed. Her shoes and socks soon joined her backpack as she then left her room and grabbed a towel and entered her bathroom. Closing the door she began removing her clothes, her t-shirt and bra were the first to go. Staring into the mirror topless she made faces and played with her breasts for a few moments. Shortly after she removed he shorts and then panties. Her naked body was covered in sweat and her cheeks were still flushed. She then moved to the shower and turned it on ice cold and stepped in. Her nipples hardened and goosebumps covered her body, it was a fantastic feeling. She washed herself thoroughly and eventually left the shower feeling extremely refreshed.

After she finished drying off her body she stared into the mirror examining herself as all girls do. She liked her body but, like most people, she was a bit self conscious. Her height was her biggest concern, she hated being so short. She fondled her breasts wishing they were a bit bigger. Her eyes moved down past her wide hips and healthy thighs to her slightly plump calves, she wondered if guys liked legs like hers or if they preferred thin calves. She had hoped her dance classes would have helped her slim down her calves to no avail. Finishing her self examination she wrapped her body in a towel and went to her room to get dressed. Skipping uncomfortable underwear she just slid her pajama shorts and top on. She then grabbed her backpack and went over to her desk to start studying.

Lizzie closed her book and checked her clock, she had been studying for three hours and now it was a bit past six. She placed her hand on her flat stomach and decided to acknowledge her growing hunger. It was time to find out what's for dinner. She stood up and stretched then left her room to find Mom. Walking down the hall she saw her father removing his work tie.
"Hi Daddy!" she said as she gave him a big hug.
"Hey kiddo!" he responded as he accepted her hug.
"Where's Mom at?" she asked as she let her father go. At that moment her Mother came around the corner.
"I'm right here, what do you need honey?" she asked.
"What's for dinner?" Lizzie asked.
"Hmm good question, what would you like dear?" her mother asked her father.
"I'm quite famished actually, I would love a nice roast" he replied.
A slight frown came over her mother's face.
"Sorry dear I believe we already ate the last roast we had." her mother explained.
"Couldn't you go pick one up real quick hun?" he asked.
"I'm feeling a bit tired to drive I'd rather just cook something up here." she said.
"Alright". he said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice.
Her mother stood quiet for a bit and then perked up.
"I have a great idea! Lets eat Lizzie!" she excitedly exclaimed.
"Ha ha very funny Mom." said Lizzie unamused.
"That's a wonderful idea hun!" her father exclaimed as he eyed his daughter up. Lizzie began to feel uneasy.

Her mother stepped behind her and gave her a push leading her into the kitchen.
"Mom this joke isn't funny." Lizzie said as they reached the kitchen.
Ignoring her the mother began lifting Lizzie's pajama top off.
"What are you doing Mom?!" she shouted as she clamped her arms down.
"Honey I can't cook you with your clothes on." her mother calmly stated.
With a firm grip her mother grabs her arms and lifts them up.
"Leave them there or I'll have to use a knife to strip you." her mother firmly stated.
Lizzie could just stand there arms raised as her mother stripped her.
"Wow honey you have grown up so much!" her mother exclaimed as she examined her daughter's naked body.
"Although your a bit young to be shaving your privates young lady. Well at least it saves us some time."
"Mom please.." Lizzie pleaded as tears swelled up in her eyes.
"Honey don't worry." her mother said as she placed her hand lovingly on Lizzie's cheek.
"You'll be delicious."

Thoughts of running away filled Lizzie's head but she was a deer in headlights. Before she even realized her mother had tied her hands in front of her with cooking twine. Her mother then began patting the counter with her hand beckoning her to hop up.
"Get up here honey." She stated.
Without being able to rationally think straight Lizzie did as she told after glancing at the kitchen knives. Soon she was sitting on the counter with her legs dangling off. She couldn't make sense of what was happening, it was so surreal and distant at the same time. Her mother's hands ran across her legs squeezing and prodding them.
"I'm so happy we paid for those dance classes!" she said as she licked her lips. Using more cooking twine her mother tied her ankles together. With more twine she then tied the both the ankle and wrist binding together forcing Lizzie into the turkey position. Lizzie opened her mouth to try and talk sense into her mother but all she received was a apple shoved in her mouth gagging her.

Humming happily her mother begins preparing the stuffing. Lizzie's situation continues to sink in and she quickly realizes she cannot escape. As she lies there helpless a yellow bowl is placed beside her. The smell of traditional stuffing fills her nose and she notes steam rising out of the bowl. Her eyes widen in fear and once again she fruitlessly attempts to fight her bonds. She then feels fingers opening her sex.
"Aww I'm happy to see your hymen is still intact honey! I'm proud of you, it takes a lot of willpower to resist the temptation of boys." her mother says cheerfully.
Lizzie then feels a pain in her sex as her mother's fingers went inside her.
"Unfortunately I had to pop your cherry, can't fill you with stuffing if it's in the way!" she claimed.

With experienced hands Lizzie's mother began stuffing the tasty stuffing into her daughter as she's done to many turkeys before. Muffled cries of pain were heard as the stuffing filled Lizzie up. This didn't stop her mother however, as she was planning to stuff Lizzie full. At that moment the front door open.
"Hey neighbors! Pardon the intrusion but some of your mail was mixed in with mine." Jim announced.
Jim looked into the kitchen and couldn't believe what he was seeing. A crying Lizzie bound and naked in obvious pain as her mother stuffed her.
"What is this?! What the hell are you doing to your daughter!!!!" he angrily shouted. Relief washed over Lizzie.
"Calm down Jim. Please don't shout in my house. We are just cooking Lizzie for dinner." her mother calmly stated and went back to work stuffing her daughter.
"Oh is that all!?" Jim exclaimed sighing with relief.
The stuffing was already making her feel unbelievably full however hearing Jim say that made her feel unbelievably empty, she felt a pit in her stomach. Jim and her mother shared a friendly laugh as he apologizes for the misunderstanding.
"If you guys have any leftovers you don't want I'll happily take them! I'll just leave your mail on your table. See you guys later, enjoy your dinner!" Jim stated as her mother told him thanks and goodbye then the front door closed.
"He thinks there will be any leftovers?! Not a chance!!" her father shouted across the house with a loud laugh.
Her mother had a big smirk as she finished stuffing Lizzie. Stuffing was starting to overflow out of her small sex so her mother grabbed a large carrot and began to wash it. After cleaning the carrot she gently placed it inside Lizzie and pushed it in. Despite the stuffing expanding her vagina she was still quite tight, the carrot was easily the worst part of being stuffed.

Lizzie's once flat stomach now has a small bulge, she was stuffed. Her virgin sex felt immensely sore and the warm stuffing left her in complete discomfort. Her mother then began rubbing melted butter all over her body by hand, making sure to get every nook and cranny. Every thanksgiving she would help her mother butter the turkey, but now her mother was buttering her. She noticed her mother lick her lips more than once as her hands moved across her tiny body. Her father casually walks into the kitchen to grab a beer. Her parents then start to talk about normal things as if everything was normal. They are preparing to cook and eat her! Why can they stand there talking about their days and TV shows? Why was Jim okay with this? Cannibalism isn't normal why are they acting like it is? Their voices became distant as she panicked.
"Those breasts do look tasty, I also can't wait to try some of her ribs." she heard her father say. Sound came rushing back as she was brought back to reality. She now realized she has become the subject of their conversation.
"Those do look tasty, however, her rump, these thighs, and these juicy calves are going to be fantastic. I guarantee it." her mother proudly stated while groping the mentioned parts.
"She's our beautiful girl, every part of her will be delicious." He said smiling as he left the kitchen. Lizzie's eyes were reddened from all her crying but now the tears stopped, she thought was completely defeated.Then she saw something that struck more fear into her than anything else that has happened so far. Her mother was pre-heating the oven.

Tears again fell down Lizzie's cheek again, the oven was her wake up call. This felt no longer distant but just vividly surreal. Her mother was humming with a smile while seasoning her, all the while the oven was getting hotter and hotter to kill her. Her pleading eyes then made contact with her mother's.
"Don't give me any attitude young lady, I'm your mother so I know what's best for you." she sternly said.
"You've always been a picky eater, however, I will not hear any complaints about tonight's dinner."
The oven begins beeping letting both mother and entree know it's ready. Her mother places her into an oven tray and slides her into the oven with a smile.
"I'll see you soon honey." she said as she closed the oven door.
This oven perfectly fit Lizzie, never before has she cursed her short stature more than now. The heat was already several times worse then her walk home in the scorching sun. She remembered what Jim said about it being like an oven and cried a bit, she wanted this to be a dream but she knew it was too real for that. Time passed and she could do nothing but lie there and roast. It was excruciatingly painful but her strength quickly drained and she had no way of fighting this. Her mother regularly opened the door to check on her precious daughter, asking if she was doing okay and assuring she smelled great. Her mother re-basted her each time she checked and also gave her a sip of ice cold water. In a strange way it seemed like her mother was still showing her love for her.

As she continued to roast she realized something worse than the heat she hates so much, she could smell herself. She smelled good, like really fucking good. Her hunger returned full force and she could just stare at her calves as her own juices trickled down them. She was almost gone, she knew this. However her last wish had changed. Instead of wishing this never happened or that she would be saved she simply wished she could sink her teeth into one of her own plump calves.

As her parents said grace, Lizzie lied on the center of the table. Her skin which before was always pale was now a pretty pinkish brown. Steam lifted off her body and her skin glistened with her bodies juices. When grace was finished they wasted no time digging in to their lovely home cooked dinner.
"Wow hun, how do you make it so moist and juicy? Your roasts truly are the best in the world!" her father says after swallowing some rump.
"She's my daughter, there is no way I wouldn't know how to cook her right!" her mother boasted as she brought some thigh up to her lips. Her mother then reached out and grabbed Lizzie's leg, with a twist and a crack she severed the plump calf from the knee and placed it on her plate. Taking a lemon slice she squeezed lemon juice across the calf. Using napkins she lifted the leg by the ankle and where the knee used to be and pressed her lips onto the moist leg. Opening her mouth her teeth sank into the plump drumstick. The meat was surprisingly soft and even juicier than her rump. Her mother tore into the plump calf again and again savoring each bite.

Meanwhile on her father's plate lied her right forearm which was severed at the elbow. He spent time eating the meat off each finger and then bit into the wrist. He chuckled then held up the arm to show his wife
"This here is an expensive piece of meat, remember when she broke her wrist in middle school? Those doctors visits made this piece into some expensive high class eating!" he jokingly stated almost making her mother choke by making her laugh. She swallowed and drank some water.
"Well her grades were always good so I guess this whole meal is 'high class'" she giggled. He rolled his eyes and smirked at the dumb joke. He sliced opened Lizzie's stomach and took out a few scoops of stuffing then sliced off a breast. Her mother carved out her daughter's cunt and brought it straight to her lips. After a few more moments of eating her mother finally said "You know what? What they say is true! Meat you raise yourself just tastes so much better!"
"Well when it comes to Lizzie she was basically born for this, it's no surprise this idea came to you. When you think about it even the sun was trying to cook her!" her father exclaimed as her parents shared a laugh.
"As good parents we love everything about our precious daughter." her mother added. "It's only natural we love how she tastes!"