Allie strolled through the bustling supermarket aisles, her petite 5'7" athletic frame turning heads with every step. Her firm bubble butt swayed enticingly as she browsed the meat selections, determined to find the perfect pork roast for her high school reunion Thanksgiving banquet. Two of her closest friends, Katlyn and Sofia, would be there—and they both held grudges against Wes. Spotting him in the same aisle, his 5'11" muscular yet slightly plump frame catching her eye, Allie had a wicked idea. The new roasting laws flashed in her mind, and she remembered Katlyn's quip about roasting enemies. Why not fatten Wes up and make him the main dish?
She approached with a sultry smile. "Hey there, stranger," Allie purred, looking up at him sexily. Wes nervously replied, "Hi, Allie."
"Shopping alone? Come join me—we can talk and catch up," she suggested, her voice dripping with charm. He agreed, and as they moved through the aisles, Allie asked, "Ever been submissive in any way?" She sweet-talked him further until she leaned in close. "How would you feel about being my roast piggy?"
Wes refused at first, but Allie rubbed his body with sexy eyes, murmuring, "You'd look so good fattened up into a nice plump piggy." She grabbed his ass firmly. "Your rump is already plump and delicious—just needs a little extra padding before the oven." Then she hit him with the clincher: "Imagine every girl you ever had a crush on, talked to, or were friends with—their lips sucking, licking, and loving every bite of your cooked body."
Wes's resistance crumbled. "Okay... I'll be your piggy," he agreed. Allie drove them back to her house, her mind racing with plans.
In the kitchen, she had him strip. Poking his slightly plump form, especially that rump, she weighed him, shaved every inch of body hair, and collared him with a leash in her room. Over the next two weeks, Allie fattened Wes into her fat piggy boy. Every other night, she'd suck his hard cock in a sloppy blowjob, her pussy dripping wet as she rode him until they both came, sweating and panting, her strong hands dominating his growing curves.
On the day before the banquet, Allie woke him: "Time to get up, my fat little piggy—it's roasting day!" She examined his new form openly. "Perfect fatty-to-muscular ratio, extra on the fatty side—strong but plump arms, thicker thighs, softer plumper belly and back, tender breasts, but all the meat went to that ass. A somewhat large but perfectly sized fat jiggly rump roast."
She led the shaved, pink, plump, scared piggy boy to the kitchen sink for one last wash, forcefully cleaning out his ass despite his retaliation. Drying him off, entranced by his phat booty and tight pink bussy, Allie started eating him out, making him moan loudly. She stopped, spanked him hard, and said proudly, "My piggy is such a buttslut," looking up at the plump naked boy.
Wes got on the roasting pan, tied down face down, ass up and jiggling. Allie buttered his skin with herbed butter and spices as he struggled, describing each part like a menu: arms for one girl, thighs for another, back, lips, dick and balls, belly, chest, and especially that rump roast, with scared comments from Wes.
"I have a surprise," Allie said as Katlyn and Sofia strode in, naked except for large black strapon cocks bouncing. They squealed in joy, mocking and giggling, pinching his fat. Grabbing his ass cheeks, they kissed and played with it. "We've been dreaming of plowing your ass," they said, eating him out until he moaned like a piggy slut.
Sofia backed up as Katlyn lined up her massive black strapon. "Do you know how long I've dreamed of fucking your annoying ass? Now that Allie has fattened you up, your ass will clap and bounce on this dick," she teased. Wes pleaded, "Please Katlyn, I'm not gay, don't do this, I'm sorry." Katlyn responded sharply, "Too late for sorrys, piggy—you're getting fucked and cooked, so don't worry about gay."
The two strong women took turns hate-fucking Wes, his hole gaping wide, ass bright red after 30 minutes of intense pounding. They left, and Allie immediately stuffed handful after handful of Thanksgiving stuffing into his gaped ass while he was cock-drunk. She stuffed until his belly bulged, then shoved a large russet potato deep, making him yelp, followed by an apple in his mouth. Rubbing his ass and the potato, she stroked his dick, telling him how delicious he'd taste, until he came hard.
Allie wrapped his cock in bacon, glazed him heavily, lined his back with pineapple, and slid his struggling form into the oven to roast overnight. The explosive heat built as his body transformed, every inch seasoned for the girls' feast.
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