Littlepiggy93-blog - Sin Título

When you work as a maid in the Culinary Mansion you have to accept the reality that one day you might end up as the main course… [ Like my art? You can leave a tip on ko-fi ]

(Prompt from @ace-pervert: air vore)

Brad’s been coming up and up in the world, ditching the phantom promises of post-grad physics for the bright lights and endless cash of Wall Street. Good looks and a sharp mind shoot him from the cramped trading room to a corner office to executive-level at a small, private firm handling the excess cash of billionaires. He has more money than his entire home county and that’s before all the company perks. Of course he’s going to spend it on a few luxuries, and with all that money and contacts comes access to the sort of things most men only secretly dream of. 

The company pays first-class rates for his trip to Hong Kong, but he adds in a little extra to try out something his clients hinted at, from one of those smaller luxury airlines out of the Emirates. One that promises service and a meal that’d put a four-star restaurant to shame, more than just the private cubicle. He makes his meal order before the flight. 

As soon as they’re over international waters, his treat shows up, dressed in nothing but a tight black jock and leather collar. Old enough to be legal, toned athlete muscle but still a hint of softness, dark-haired and dusky skinned, probably from some family with too many extra sons and a need for quick cash. Brad spreads his legs and lets the boy go to work, pulling his thick meat from his slacks and expertly putting his perk mouth to use. He kept Brad on edge far longer than anyone else had managed, and after he comes the first time he flips the boy around and pounds him into the reclined seat. Brad sends the boy away with an ample load of cum in both ends and his own balls emptied into his jock. 

Lunch time, and even as the gourmet meal is served a special entertainment option appears on the screen. Twelve little piggies lined up in the hold, having served his elite-class passengers well. One role of a die to see who gets to be a meal. Brad’s delighted when his boy’s number comes up. The other boys strap him down to a metal platform, and the automated butchering machine gets to work. On an airplane there’s not room or time for the lengthy process of slaughter, cooling, and butchering. Instead, as the chef prepares all the other dishes and sauces needed, the machine does all the grunt work. Tubes are inserted at neck and groin and the boy is quickly pumped free for blood, the liquid saved for blood sausages and other needs. Marinade goes back in the other way, and then the skin is quickly flayed away and stored for tanning. 

Brad is delighted hours later at dinner when his steaks arrive, rare and tender and juicy. Even better is the prized cock and balls, awarded to him as recompense for not having a servant the rest of the flight. Boy bacon wakes him up in the morning as the flight nears its end. He walks off the plane energized and ready for some high-stakes business and high-energy clubbing, and determined that next time he’d find somewhere back home where he could take a more hands-on approach to preparing his meal.

“But Mum, this is totally unfair, There’s barely any room in here!”. Amy Squirmed around in the old dog crate that had been set up for her in the kitchen, her face bright pink with embarrassment as she tried to cover her modesty. “I really dont want to hear you ungratull little sow, you where warned that if your grades kept going down, and your weight gain up you were for it at Christmas…and well…just look at you!” Her mother gestured with a rather theatrical open palm at her pale naked daughter, swirling it around in the air to emphasise her point. Taking in her daughters fat porky feet to her chubby arms. “You top two hundred last week,and you have'nt gotten over a C grade since school started, you’ve got the brains and body of livestock. So tell me Dear” Her mother rather cruelly put all of her venom into turning the word dear into some sort of mocking insult. “Just why do you think that you deserve to skip the oven, hmmn?” Amy spluttered slightly, shifting her position, folding her arms and crossing her legs as best she could be avoid flashing her Parent. “B-because I’m going to taste terrible, I swear! All stringy, the amount of fast food I eat, its going to take ages to get the taint out of my meat, my might as well let me go, buy a girl from the supermarket” the older woman’s mouth twisted slighty at the corner, twitching with a aint amusment. “Maybe your partially right…if you think your meat is such a low quality I should sell you to the local kebab place right? And use the proffits to buy a nice lobotomized little meat slut who wont give me any lip, I mean hear they train them to baste themselves nowadays that would save some time”. She took a couple of steps forward, leaning in to grip her daughters cheek, gently at first, but her pinch growing steadily harder, the knuckles of her forefinger and thumb turning white as she starts to twist, tears streamed down Amy’s face from the pain as her Mum leaned in closer, until her mouth was only an inch or some from the bars of the cage. “would you like that? You fat little loud mouth?, fed living into a mincing machine oinking and shrieking?, that doughy arse of yours served to drunks at two am? Would you?” Amy was shivering that this point, as white as a ghost, on the verge of tears. “N-no Mum, please…I’ll be good I promise…And I guess it means…” She let out a little hiccup, and a gulp, her breathing slowing down slightly. “No more school right?” This earned her a laugh. “Oh no, your porky rear end will be marching to school every day, fattening hog or no fattening hog, your going to set a good example to your sister, are we clear?” Amy nodded carefully at this, resolving to behave for the time being, to find some way out of this when her cage was opened up. Her Mum nodded in aproval, “Good piggy, now, its time for your first feeding, eat up and be a good girl, or else I am going to break your fucking legs and force feed you through a tube…clear?” “Yes Mum…” “Good girl!, who’s Mummies fat Lil’ bitch? Go on, oink for Mummy! Oink If your a fat useless litte bitch sow”. “…Oink Oink”. (hope you enjoy! more to come on this one for sure)

How id cook you♥️

I get the use of a commercial kitchen for the evening. I take you in, strips you then place you on the counter near the sink and wash your body completely including spraying up inside your pussy.After your completely clean your tied over to a large roasting pan and made to lay in with your back and neck on the rim and your legs crossed so your knees just stick out on the sides and your hands are tied behind your back. Then your tied into that position.then I soap you up, and use a razor to shave you. Every bit of hair comes off your body, but the hair on your head (after all who wants to find a hair in their dinner?)Next I get some super glue and coat the inside of your asshole so that it is glued closed. We wouldn’t want anything to leak out and ruin my meat, would we? At first your upset. How will you shit? But then you remember that you will never need to shit again…Fully prepared I slide you into the large commercial oven and turn it on. The kitchen was cold and the warmth of the oven seems at first very inviting. But soon it get so hot you begging to get out just turns me on more.Next I start rubbing thick sauce into your skin all over, making sure that it will be tasty! Finally I carmalize your lips, nipples and clit painting a sugar paste on them and then sprinkling sugar on top so it sticks. The heat of the roasting process will carmelize them turning those parts of my into exotic pieces of candy.The oven opens and your slid out. You think your saved, but then I take a ladel, scoop some liquid from the bottom of the pan and pour it across your tits and I realize that I’m not being saved, just basted. your shoved back into the oven and the heat gets more and more till you finally faint.At that point I leave you in until your ready.