I can't believe I'm doing this, Olivia thought to herself. She checked the contract in her hands and compared it to the number in the mailbox. This had to be the house, she thought, looking at the normal looking white suburban house. A nice car in the parkway, big lawn, clean house, it was as average as the suburban houses came.

Still she couldn't keep her heartbeat down. Olivia reached to the pocket of her uniform and took the small mirror included in her set. She wanted to make sure no small error would fuck up her look. She had no makeup, like the protocol guided, and her long brunette hair flowed straight and clean over her shoulders. Her brown eyes shined in excited nervousness as she smiled for the mirror. She looked pretty in the neighborhood girl kind of way. She couldn't be but happy about that. It apparently was very popular with the customers.

She continued to check her clothes. Her white crop top looked clean, and her D-cup pair made a big bulge on its front. The blue jeans looked alright too. All according to how she had been guided. The jeans felt a bit tight on her ass, but that shouldn't be a problem for long. She wouldn't be using those clothes again anyways. That was clear even from the text on the crop top's front. The words "Meat Delivered" with a phone number below were written all over it with bright red font. The work uniform of the company's delivery girls.

As Olivia started to walk the pathway to the customer's house, her heart beat even faster. She had waited for this so long. When it had started? She had thought seriously about it ever since she had been 16, but the tingle when thinking about herself on the flames had started far before. She had decided that she would do it when she turned 18... but she hadn't dared. But a month ago, now at 21 years old, she had finally registered for Meat Delivered. It had been on a moments whim, a last thing she had done that day before going to sleep. I can unregister if I want, it is just for the thrills, so she had thought back then. Just a few days... she had very well known that the thanksgiving was going to be in a month. A few days turned into a week, and before she knew, she got the notification to her phone. She had been bought. It had felt unreal.

But like the house's main door in front of her, it was real. She could still turn away, she could still walk away from this... Meat Delivered only delivered volunteers. She was considered to have volunteered only after she and her buyers had signed the papers. Olivia looked at the contract she was carrying. Thanksgiving turkey delivery contract. The moment it was signed, she would cease to exist as a person, and start to exist only as a thanksgiving turkey for this family. She could turn away, leave, unregister, and act like nothing had ever happened. She could still do it...

Olivia ringed the doorbell. She moved her weight from one foot to an another, unable to stand still. The seconds felt like minutes as she waited for the door to open. Am I at the correct door, she started to wonder, before the door opened.

Olivia found herself looking at a blonde woman probably in her thirties. Her hair had been cut medium long in a trendy way, but her clothing was casual. She looked a bit confused looking at the unfamiliar brunette girl at her door. Seeing her buyer, the guidance Olivia had gotten at the center rushed to her mind.

"Good morning! One thanksgiving turkey -girl registering for on time delivery. Are you Angela Williams?" Olivia asked, checking the buyer's name from the contract papers.

The woman's face lit up and a satisfied smile rose on her face. "Oh, you are the turkey. On time it seems. Yes, I'm Angela."

"Always better early." Olivia said and nodded politely to the woman. "I have the contract with me. Just sign it and we will have all the paperwork out of the way." she said and offered the contract to the woman. The paper that would strip her of her humanity, and make her only meat. Olivia forced herself to keep the professional smile on her face, despite feeling like she was about to explode. The woman looked at the paper with empty hands. "Oh, here is the pen." she said ashamed, offering the pen from her pocket to the lady. "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous." Olivia said and blushed.

The woman sighed impatient and took the contract and the pen. Olivia looked as she opened the pen. She had already signed her part, like the company's etiquette guided, so her destiny was in the woman's hands. Olivia watched as the woman didn't even read the contract text, but signed right away. She felt a zap in her body. Just like that, it was sealed. She was a thanksgiving turkey.

She took the contract back from the woman and smiled. "Thank you for using Meat Delivered!" she declared like she had been taught. She still remembered the first time she had heard those words. It had been a Christmas pig -girl her dad had bought for them. How wide the piggy had smiled. Now it was her turn to be that girl.

"Where do you want me? Inside, at the backyard, or somewhere else?" she asked. "How are you planning on preparing me?" she couldn't hold her thoughts. Calm down girl, she thought to herself. You are here to serve first and foremost, not forcing your kinks on them. It is up to them how they will use you. The thought didn't reduce her excitement one bit.

"Just come in." the woman stood away from the door and waved her inside. She gave a laugh at her other question as she closed the door behind her. "At least they didn't lie about the eagerness in the advertisement. We will get to the cooking soon. You can leave the shoes here." she said and pointed an empty area beside a wall in the vestibule.

"I'm glad to hear I'm meeting your expectations." Olivia said official as she put her shoes away. She put the contract paper next to them. "I'll leave the contract here too. Remember to collect all of my uniform together, as they are Meat Delivered property. They will fetch them back at the delivery center tomorrow." she explained according to the etiquette.

"Yes yes, just leave it. I'' handle that later. Follow me." the woman said. "Sofia! Sofia! Come here!" she started to shout. Olivia followed her smiling polite just like she asked. She couldn't but wonder who Sofia was.

She didn't have to wonder long when she heard a girl's voice to reply. "What mom?" the annoyed voice asked.

"Come here! The delivery has arrived! And do it fast or I'll cook your ass instead!" the woman shouted back.

She then turned towards Olivia. "Sorry. She is starting to get into an angsty phase. Can you believe the whole thing was her idea at first? 'Why don't we ever have meatgirl? My friends have them every birthday!'" the mother quoted her daughter. Olivia smiled politely to her, not sure if she was talking to her or just herself. "We haven't ordered a meatgirl in like eight years. Not after we tried ordering Quick Snuff... I bet that the girl had been forced to register by her parents or something. Many wouldn't mind that, but I don't want to deal with the begging... It gets tiring after a while" she explained.

"No worries. I won't do that." Olivia assured. She wasn't sure if one should think that a good thing... What a pervert I am, she thought to herself, definitely not for the first time.

"I hope you won't for your own good. I'm sure to leave a one star to your service if you even think about it... Sofia, are you coming!?" the mother shouted again. Truth to be told, the one-star review wouldn't had mattered to her after she was done. Olivia however didn't say anything.

"I'm here." the girl said bitter as she arrived to the hallway from the upper floor. She was about twelve, Olivia assessed, and she resembled her mother quite a bit. Both had blonde hair, though the girl's was tied to a ponytail, and the girl's pretty face had similar proud expressions like her mother. Her casual pink skirt and a lighter shade shirt gave her a stereotypical girl-look.

The girl turned to look at Olivia. "Who are you?" she asked, still with a bitter tone in her voice.

"I'm the delivery girl. My name is Olivia."

For a second the girl looked confused at her before something snapped in place. "Oh, you are the turkey?" she asked. However a suspicious expression lingered on the girl's face.

"Yes she is, our thanksgiving turkey." the mother nodded and looked back at Olivia. "Could you undress here? Our kitchen isn't the largest, so it is better to not have random clothes hanging around. I'll get the things ready meanwhile. Sofia, watch that our meat doesn't try to run or anything." Angela commanded the two younger girls around before leaving to the kitchen.

Olivia thought back to her fantasies. Getting naked was always the first step... though in her usual fantasy it was an older gentleman watching her undress, and not a bit bitter girl in her early teens. But this was the real life, not just a fantasy, and she was a meatgirl now.

She started by pulling off her crop top, and then undoing the plain simple bra under it. That released her busty breasts to the cool air of the house. She was pretty proud of them, and in her dreams they were the center point of the gentleman's admiration... The girl, Sofia, however wasn't especially impressed. She was nonchalant about her breasts, just casually looking at them. Not even a bit of envy... that seemed to be still a bit into the future.

The top of her body naked, Olivia started to undo her jeans. Having the girl looking at her uncaring made it a bit humiliating. "Are you a normal girl?" Sofia suddenly asked.

"What?" Olivia asked a bit confused, pulling down her jeans.

"Are you a normal girl? Like, do you live in a house? Do you have parents?" the girl repeated her question.

"What? Of course I do. I mean, I did." she was still confused.

"My friend Amalie said that meatgirls are raised on farms. She said that they grow there their whole life, like cows and pigs, before they are delivered away." Sofia explained.

Olivia gave out a small laugh. She was about to ask if the girl was joking, but her face was serious. "Your friend has tricked you. There are no such things as girl farms. We are all just like me, just normal girls. Not farm animals." she explained. Though am I not a farm animal, Olivia's unconscious asked her. I'm going to be cooked like one...

"So you say that you haven't lived on a farm?" Sofia asked. The bitterness in her voice had turned into curiosity.

"No, I haven't. My grandpa had one when I was young, and I visited it a few times, but I never lived there." she said, emphasizing the word 'live'. "I lived at my parents just like you and your friend, and went to school like you. Though now I've already moved to my own place and started college. So I'm just a normal 21 year old girl."

"Weird." the girl said. She still had a thoughtful expression on her face as she looked at Olivia, but she didn't say anything. Olivia pulled off her jeans, and placed them in the pile with the crop top and bra. The last piece of clothing to go, she thought, and pulled off her underwear. She avoided the girl's eyes as she put the underwear away, now completely naked.

"Oh good, you have undressed already. Come here you two." the mother stepped out of the kitchen. She had put on a plastic apron, similar in material to one butchers would use. However this one had a frilly text 'Home is wherever mom is' written on the front. "Put this one on you, we don't want your clothes to get dirty." Angela said and offered Sofia a second apron. It had the text 'Mom's little helper' written over it with similarly frilly font.

Olivia peeked at herself in the hallway mirror before walking to the kitchen. Her feminine curvy body greeted her back from it. She was femininely toned from all the gym exercise she had done, but not too muscular. She had followed the 'piggy's exercise routine' quite strictly, even though she wouldn't admit it. Now it showed, as she had just the right amount of muscle and fat in her. The company had even measured her, giving her the elusive A-grade. Her thighs were nicely thick, while her breasts just called someone to fondle them. She had gotten some looks even when she had walked at the house, and if there had been any men around, she was sure she would had gotten many more. Sexily tasty, the golden motto of the meat girl movement. She grinned at herself as she walked past the mirror.

The kitchen was just like one could expect from a suburban home. Not very large, with a counter in the middle of the room with secondary counters and appliances following its edges. At the furthest end of the room, just beside the fridge, was a large oven. Like most of the ovens, it was meatgirl-sized, and the most probable destination for her. It was already warming up, a faint red tint shining from it. Olivia felt thrills flowing through her body. It was for her. She was going to be a roast, just a pile of meat to be eaten. She could feel a faint wetness in her privates, one that would had manifested as a hard-on if she had been a boy.

"Get on the tray, meatgirl." the mother guided her. She hadn't even asked my name, Olivia noticed. Why would she had though? She was gone under an hour from now, and just leftovers before the nightfall... her name didn't matter.

She nodded and lifted herself on the tray that was placed in the middle counter of the kitchen. There were a few items nearby that made thrills go through her body. A bucket full of stuffing, some knives, rope, and a bowl full of something that looked like a melted butter... "On your back." Angela guided, and Olivia obeyed.

"We are going to start by buttering her." the mother explained to Sofia. She just nodded, looking at naked Olivia laying on the tray.

The mother took the bowl of melted butter, and dipped the brush into it. "It is important to make sure that all of the girl gets buttered." she started to explain. As she spoke, she pressed the brush against Olivia's leg, and started to spread the warm melted fat on her skin. "The butter keeps the body from drying in the oven. We have to get everything covered if we want the meat to be tasty. Also don't be afraid to use all the butter you need. It is better to have more than needed than too little. Butter is cheap compared to turkey girl meat." Angela demonstrated her tips by buttering Olivia's leg. "Go ahead, try yourself." she said and offered the bowl to her daughter.

Olivia closed her eyes and relaxed. The process of buttering felt nice. The tender touch of the brush and the warm liquid, it was almost like something you could experience in a spa. It only made it better as she knew it was to make her more tasty. She had to be careful to not let her hand wander at her crotch. That is like it, she thought as the girl spread the butter all over her.

Slowly but surely the brush got to her mid body. She hold down a giggle as the girl started to butter her breasts. The brush moved her sexy mounds around as the girl made sure to get everything covered. Olivia could feel her nipples get perk, a fact that neither of the chefs seemed to note. Just a meatgirl reaction to meatgirl preparation... She couldn't completely hold down her voice as the girl got to her crotch. Sofia didn't even slow down or anything as she got there, instead giving it the same attention as every other part of Olivia's body. As the brush lingered on her clit, Olivia couldn't help but tense a little and let out a small moan.

"Uh?" Sofia asked, surprised of the reaction. So innocent! Olivia felt a bit ashamed of her reaction. She didn't even know how she was making her feel... Olivia couldn't keep her eyes closed anymore.

"Just keep buttering her. It is her tender part. Make sure it gets extra attention. I'm sure your dad or brother wants a taste of the filet." the mother guided. The brush returned to Olivia's crotch. This time she bared it a bit better, giving out just a few small moans as her most private parts were buttered like mere meat.

"That is good." the mother said looking at Olivia's body. She had to agree, looking down at her naked body, now glistering in the kitchen light from all the butter on her. "Next we have to tie her up so we can stuff her easier."

Angela took some of the rope and started to tie her up as the girl watched. Sofia still had the thoughtful look on her face. Looking at Olivia, this time at her face, she finally spoke.

"Did you agree on becoming a turkey?" Sofia asked.

The girl's pure curiosity was cute. "Yes I did. All girls from Meat Delivered are volunteers." Olivia admitted. She let the mother bend her leg, which she started to tie up like turkey's.

"So, you are a slut?" the girl noted at the drop of a hat.

Olivia wasn't sure what to reply to the candid remark. The girl's mother was however quicker to speak. "Hey, that is not a nice way to talk to a meatgirl." she said as she tied Olivia's another leg.

"But it is true! You are a slut if you agree to be eaten! Only sluts want it! You have to have no dignity if you allow yourself get eaten" Olivia declared without shame. Her voice wasn't mean-spirited. It was just a fact the girl believed. "Or why else would you agree to it?" she asked, as much from Olivia as from her mother.

Olivia wasn't sure she could argue with that. She had indeed agreed to that, to be treated and eaten like a mere turkey. She had forfeited her right as a person, just to become meat... "I- I just found the idea... fun." Olivia admitted, blushing a little. Despite being naked, and that the girl had buttered her pussy and breasts, it still felt indecent to say she found it 'sexy'. She definitely wouldn't tell how many times she had masturbated to the thought of being taken and used like that, not even like a person but just meat... For this girl, she was just a meatslut. Sofia didn't even seem to properly understand sexuality yet. In her fantasy, the gentleman had admired her body, called it sexy and tasty... but for that girl, she truly was only meat. Not even sexy meat, just meat. It was even worse than she had imagined!

"You are weird. A weird slut." the girl categorized.

"Some girls just are like that. They are born to be and live to be food. There is nothing to be shamed off about it. Thanks to them we get to have tasty girlmeat." the mother explained to the girl. She didn't even look at Olivia as she spoke, like she didn't matter. Instead she finished tying her arms to her sides. With that done, Olivia's legs were forced wide like turkey's, with her arms bent to her sides in upwards position.

Sofia didn't reply to her mom. Instead it was Angela who spoke. "Alright, now we have the turkey tied up. Next we have to stuff her. But to do that, we first have to remove her useless organs." she said and took a pair of plastic gloves. "Put these on so you don't dirty yourself." she offered an another pair to her daughter.

Olivia's eyes widened as she watched the woman take the meat knife to her hand. No matter how hot she found the fantasy, she was sure getting gutted wouldn't be fun time for her. She had been given a mix of drugs back at the delivery center, but despite the encouraging words of the workers there claiming that she would feel nothing, Olivia wasn't convinced. Surely they couldn't be that effective... For the first time during the preparations, she was feeling actually scared. Yes, there was still the thrill in the background, but the sharp knife over her vulnerable belly woke her primal instincts. Breath deep, she tried to calm herself. It is just part of the cooking... you are meat, you are made to be cut. And tied tight like she was, she wouldn't be able to escape even if she had tried.

Olivia watched as the blade landed on the top of her belly, just under her breasts. Just a drop of blood squeezed out as the blade cut into her. She grimaced, but surprisingly, not from pain. She could feel the blade, how its cold metal cut her abdomen like warm butter. The experience was uncomfortable and unnatural, but surprisingly, not painful. As the blade sliced her belly open as easily as a bag of chips, she wasn't wailing in agony, but looking confused and shocked as her insides were revealed to the outside world for the first time.

"What is it like to be born to be food?" Sofia asked, as she watched her mother open up Olivia's belly.

Olivia wasn't sure if she could even speak in her condition, but she tried, too shocked to not to. "I- I..." she staggered with her words as the blade slid to just over her crotch, finishing the long cut over her whole belly. The older woman took the sides of the cut wounds, and pulled them apart. Olivia's intestines and other organs were now completely visible. Still the girl seemed to wait for Olivia's response.

"I wasn't born to be." Olivia managed to say. Her staggering wasn't due to the operation, but the shock of seeing her insides. She was surprised how little being opened up affected her. She felt the tension of her abdomen being spread, and the coolness of the room air against her insides.

"But you wanted to become a turkey. You are a turkey girl." Sofia noted.

"Yeah... But I haven't always wanted to be. I think I was like... twelve when I first thought about it." Olivia explained. She tried to keep her attention away from her open insides. Despite it being a part of fantasy, the reality was still quite shocking. Not like, I want to stop this -shocking, but still a lot to take in. Or for Angela, a lot to take out.

Olivia felt a weird pulling feeling as the other woman started to pull her intestines out of her and to a bucket she had placed next to the turkey girl. The organs didn't have sense of touch, so all the sensations she got were from the edges of her stomach cavity, which made the whole thing even weirder. It made watching her intestines being unpacked to the bucket feel even more unreal.

"Sofia, come help me. Keep pulling the useless stuff away while I cut it off." the mother said. Useless stuff... They are my organs! Though when it came to being a turkey, they were indeed useless. Waste of space to be replaced with tasty stuffing... A bit of lust filtered into her nervous state of mind.

The girl did as her mother asked, pulling more of the unfamiliar woman's insides out of her while her mother helped by cutting the connections to the rest of Olivia's body. "So, you learned you are a meatslut in your teens?" she asked Olivia while pulling out the girl's whole liver that her mother had cut off. Cutting the older girl like that didn't seem to bother her even a little.

"Y-yes pretty much. I think I really decided about it when I was sixteen..." Olivia said.

"Gross." Sofia said, plopping the liver into the bucket. "I would never decide to be a meatgirl! Never! You are gross." she said, removing more of the girl's insides as she spoke.

"Well, I didn't think I wanted it either the first time I saw a meatgirl..." Olivia said, teasing the girl just a little. Sofia grimaced in disgust but stayed quiet as she pulled off Olivia's stomach.

It didn't take long before all of Olivia's non-vitals had been removed. Only her heart, lungs and womb were left behind. The first two for keeping her alive until later, and the latter to be served with her special filet, like the mother explained. Olivia was starting to get used to her new body plan, and she was grateful for the pills the delivery center person had given her. Without them she surely would had passed out already, if not from pain, then from blood loss... Instead, now she got to experience the whole trip until being cooked. She could see her whole fantasy, before passing out in the oven.

Olivia watched as the mother and the daughter started to fill her now-empty stomach cavity with the stuffing. Concentrated on her stuffing, she was just meat for them already. She wanted to reach for her cunt, and rub herself a little... but her contract, and especially her ropes stopped her. She tried to nudge her hand downward, just to test the boundaries a little, but the mother had done too good of a work on her ropes. She couldn't move even a little bit. I'm practically already their turkey already. I couldn't do anything to stop it even if I would try... And I can't even rub one out about it!

The pile of stuffing made a mound on Olivia's chest, stretching far beyond what her belly had originally reached. Somehow Angela still managed to pull her violated belly back over the mound of stuffing, and even stitch it back together. Filled with stuffing, she looked like she was pregnant - at least if you ignored the stitching on the top of her belly. Not a drop of stuffing was leaving her body as the mother had tied her ass up. It was a bit hard to breath as her lungs pressed against the mix of bread, herbs and vegetables filling the space that her organs had occupied just moments ago.

"Just a bit more and she is ready for the oven. Can you fill her vagina with the special stuffing, Sofia?" the mother asked after admiring their work for a moment.

"Sure." Sofia said and took the smaller bowl.

Olivia had barely any time to prepare before the girl took some of the differently spiced stuffing, and started to push it deep into Olivia's cunt. She let out a surprised moan as she finally got the attention she had craved, though in a very different way than she had wanted. The girl's way of pushing stuffing deep into her pussy was brutish and uncaring, but for Olivia's body, pent up from her fantasy turning into reality, it felt amazing. Her pussy lubricated itself around the girl's gloved hand, making it easier for her to push the stuffing in deeper.

"What are you doing?" Sofia asked confused from the girl she was stuffing as the cunt seemed to start to live its own life.

"Oh, it is just how the meatgirls react to attention down there." Angela was fast to answer. "It is like with girl and boys. Normal girls react like that to boy's attention. Meatgirls react the same, but only when they are being stuffed. Don't care too much about it, just finish stuffing her." the woman explained with a serious tone, revealing she believed what she said.

"Eww, gross." the girl grimaced. She continued to stuff Olivia, but a bit faster now, to get over the weird reaction sooner. Olivia had already blushed from the mother's comment, and the fast pace she was being filled just made things harder. She was feeling an orgasm growing close from all the movement, the fastest she had ever reached that point. However just as she was about to cum, the girl finished her stuffing by pushing in a carrot. Olivia was left breathing deep, just on the edge. Slowly she felt the pleasure subside. Her one last chance for an orgasm had come and gone.

"Well done!" the mother said, admiring their work. "Just one last thing and she is ready for oven." the mother said. She once again took the knife to her hand. Olivia didn't have time to wonder how she was going to be cut now, before the blade was against her wrist. With one quick cut her hand was severed, and with a second, her another hand. The mother threw them to the waste bucket along Olivia's organs. She then took two pretty white turkey frills that looked like miniature chef hats. She put one on each of Olivia's handless arm, finishing her turkey look.

Olivia looked at the two women in front of her, who admired the work they had done on the turkey girl. "I need to take a picture of this." the mother said with proud voice. She put her blooded gloves away, and took her phone from her pocket. The phone flashed.

"She looks so different than before!" Sofia said in awe, looking at the girl ready to cook.

"Definitely. It is a short way from being a girl to a turkey for a meatgirl. So remember, meat is always just meat, despite how it may look or what it tries to claim to be." the mother explained.

Olivia couldn't help but blush. "Could I, could I see the picture you took of me?" she asked meekly.

"What, why?" Sofia asked.

"I- I just am curious. I don't see myself after all..." Olivia said, her face turning red. She wouldn't be able to see herself cooked, but she wanted to see herself ready to cook. Despite the fact she wouldn't be able to get off of the fact.

"Eh, I guess why not." Angela said and walked to the turkey girl with the phone in her hand.

The girl in the picture looked at the same time very familiar and very unfamiliar to Olivia. It was definitely her. Her brunette hair, her familiar face, her large breasts, her sexy body... But then, there was her posture, and the details. She was in the typical turkey posture, with her legs spread and tied open, which left her breasts and pussy without cover and easily accessible after she was cooked. Her belly was unnaturally large from the stuffing. It looked somewhat like pregnancy, though the rest of her body hadn't accommodated the large belly accordingly. That made it was clear she had been stuffed like a good turkey girl. Then there was her skin that was unnaturally shiny from all the butter. Finally was the cute small details of the carrot in her pussy, and the turkey frills on her arm stumps. She looked like a turkey. She was a turkey, she corrected herself. There was no Olivia anymore, there was just a turkey girl to be roasted and eaten.

"You've done good work." Olivia said, ashamed of her own words. "What will you do with the picture?" she asked as the older woman stepped away from her.

"I'll probably just post it on facebook." Angela shrugged. Olivia thought about it. She would be shown publicly as a roast... Meat Delivered even allowed her buyer to link the turkey's own profile to the post, if the buyer did a post about the roast. That would mean that everyone she had known, her family, friends, acquaintances, all would see how she had turned out... Most of them had no idea she even had thought about becoming a turkey. What would they think about her, comment about her after finding out a random family had cooked her as their thanksgiving turkey? She squirmed in place from the humiliation and the thrill of the thought.

"Honey, do you want to put the turkey in the oven?" Angela asked her daughter. Sofia simply nodded. She took the tray-moving cart from under the oven, a staple of every household nowadays, a brought it at the counter. With the help of her mother, she lifted Olivia's tray on the cart, and walked it at the oven.

Olivia felt the oven door open behind her, as the hot air hit the back of her head and shoulders. With no last words, no questions, no anything, the girl pushed her tray inside. She could had as well been a tray of french fries as the girl closed the oven door in front of her. For the girl, she was just a turkey. And as a turkey, the only sensible thing for her to do was to cook.

The humiliation wasn't the only thing making her face red as the oven heat started to bombard her from all directions. At first it was bearable, like a hot sauna. However it started to become more difficult to bare as her sweating couldn't keep up with the heat. Her skin slowly became red, like a full body blush, as it started to cook. Despite the discomfort of the heat, she felt no pain. Even as she started to smell the first hunch of the smell of a cooking girl, it was still tolerable.

In a way, it was almost nice, to experience the immense heat. It was like eating spicy food. On the surface it was hard to bare, but as you got into it, it became tasty, almost addicting. Without the pain overwhelming her, Olivia could feel just the good parts of the heat. Even as her meat started to cook, it didn't bother her. Her conscious mind knew what was happening, but her body didn't sense danger. Instead of tensing up from stress, she started to relax from the heat breaking down her body. Getting cooked was like a full body massage... very final kind of that kind.

Olivia giggled a little as she heard her juices boiling on her skin. It felt a bit tingly, before even that started to fade away. This is it. This is what I have planned. I'm cooking, becoming meat. Just like in my fantasies, she thought. She watched her breasts; the globes turning into golden pair of special cuts. She watched her bulging belly, feeling the stuffing inside her slowly cooking with her. She even watched at the turkey frills that had replaced her hands - the cute detail telling of her right place in life. The mother had been right. She had been born for this... she wanted to touch herself so hard. One last touch was all she needed.

Suddenly the oven door opened and she was pulled back into the kitchen. The cool air felt weird and numb on Olivia's skin after the time in the oven. How long it had been? Without the scorching heat, there wasn't much left for her to feel. Instead she slowly turned to look at the girl that had taken her out of the oven.

"Has the skin turned brown yet?" the mother's voice sounded from a room over.

"Not yet. But it is starting to turn." Sofia shouted back at her mom, investigating the cooking Olivia in front of her.

"Okay! She should be ready in an hour or so then! Just put the turkey back in!" the mother shouted.

The girl didn't reply to her mother, but instead looked at Olivia. "How does it feel to cook?" she asked curious.

Olivia tried to speak, but all that came out was a dry couch. After a few more weak coughs she managed to get a raspy voice out. "It is... okay. Nice." she told. Trying to speak made it clear to her how weak she had come. She didn't have much time left.

"That is weird. I would had thought it is uncomfortable. But I guess it is because you are a meatslut." the girl noted.

"Could... you give water. A little." she asked the girl, every word a challenge. Maybe that would help the rasp a little...

"Water?" the girl asked. "Silly turkey, you don't need water to cook." she said. Without giving Olivia an another chance to speak, she pushed her back into the oven.

The already familiar heat surrounded Olivia again. It felt nice, though even it started to become faint... It was hard to concentrate on anything, to be honest. Her thoughts started to drift. She thought about the picture of her. She wondered what her parents thought when they saw her. She hadn't told about this to them... Her best friend would say something funny, she knew. She always had something funny to say... If I just could reach down there... Maybe the guy would notice too...What was his name? It didn't matter. Damn, she could use some water. At least it was warm here. Yeah, nice and warm. Maybe she could nap a little.

Olivia never woke up from her nap. Unlike before, she didn't react in any way as she was pulled from the oven an hour later, this time by the mother. Her eyes closed, Olivia looked like she was sleeping. "I can't wait to dig in her." the mother said as she placed a metal cover on the roast to keep it hot until the everyone got to the table.

"What do we have here?" the father asked as he sat on his place in the table. The table had been set nicely for the thanksgiving dinner, with fancy glasses and silver plates for all four members of the Williams family. In the middle of the table was the main course, still hidden under the metal cover. However with the delicious scent of meatgirl leaking under it, it was hardly a secret what they were having.

"An oven roasted turkey." Sofia said standing next to the table. "I prepared her myself, with the help of mom." she said proud as she lifted the cover.

Cooked Olivia was revealed from under the cover. She was still in the same turkey posture, with her eyes eternally closed, and her head relaxed on the tray under her. Her belly was steaming and bulging from all the cooked stuffing, looking ready to pop. Just a bit of the special stuffing had leaked past the carrot in the cunt carried by her boiled juices. Her filet had been cooked at the edge of orgasm, denying the girl from her last one, but that didn't show outside besides the special tasty aroma of the filet.

"Definitely worth the A-grading." the mother said snapping a quick picture of the girl with her camera. "Sofia was a good help in the kitchen." she said, sitting at her place.

"Can we already start? I'm starving." Anthony, the older brother of Sofia, asked. He was eyeing the cooked girl in front of him with great hunger - and lust.

"Sofia, you have the honor to take the first cuts, as it is the first turkey you have prepared." the mother said, offering the carving knife and fork to her daughter.

Sofia looked at the cooked girl in front of her, wondering where to start. All of her looked so tasty. After a bit of thought, she started by carving off half of Olivia's left breast, and then some of her lower thigh. She also popped her belly, and scooped some stuffing with belly meat on her plate. As she stepped away, she spared no thought to the girl the meat had belonged. She was just hungry to get started.

Angela made sure that everyone had food on their plates before they started to eat. The father took the second half of the breast, some of the girl's ass, and stuffing. Anthony daringly claimed Olivia's cunt, carving off her orgasm-starved and stuffing-filled sex. Angela took the second golden boob to herself and a bit of stuffing.

With plates full of the turkey girl, the family got to eat. They quieted down to enjoy the tasty meat, raised, trained and now cooked to perfection. A bite by bite Olivia's meat ended up in their hungry bellies. None of them even knew the girl's name, except for Sofia, and even she had forgotten it. It didn't matter who it was they were eating. She was just a meatslut, a tasty girl to be eaten. Her name and her life before that moment was irrelevant. Only thing that mattered was the taste of her cooked meat melting in the mouths of Williams family.

A plate by plate more of the girl was carved off. With her prime cuts gone, the family went for her belly, arms and legs. Slowly Olivia was starting to look more like a skeleton than the energetic sexy girl she had been just that morning. The girl so excited to get to experience her final fantasy, had finally reached her goal. She wasn't there to experience it, but the family appreciated her just like she was meant to: as a tasty thanksgiving turkey.

"Sofia? Could you cut the rest of the meat into leftover boxes?" Angela asked, too full to eat a bite more.

"Sure." Sofia said, as full as her mother. Four people was just too few to eat a turkey girl in one go, so there was still half of the meat left. Sofia fetched a varied mix of different plastic boxes and aluminum foil for leftovers. She yanked off the right tibia of Olivia, still having all the meat on it, and wrapped it in folio.

"Make sure to put everything edible in the fridge. Throw the rest away. I'll go for a nap." the mother said, stepping up from the table.

Sofia nodded and cut Olivia's neck just under her head. She still looked like she was sleeping. Lifting it from the long brunette hair, Sofia threw the head to the trash. It was all the girl was anymore. In under a day, she was turned from a girl to leftovers and trash.