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 Hotaru's Greatest Gift (or: Hotaru Works the Wok) Tags: Sailor Moon, Hotaru
Tomoe, Michiru Kaioh, Haruka Tenoh, Exhibitionism, Snuff, Cannibalism,
Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, Incest, Restaurant

   "Haruka..." Michiru growled.  The butch blonde lesbian was staring
through the window of a restaurant at a girl giving a naked pole dance on a
long metal spit.  These displays weren't common, since cooking girlmeat was
expensive, and fairly rare, and generally required a daughter being
volunteered by her parents, or a girl volunteering on her own (usually for
a friend's wedding, or for other really major events).  But when you could
catch them, perhaps because of their scarcity and finality, the girls about
to be cooked generally put their all into giving a memorable and incredibly
sexy performance.

   "Calm down Michiru, I was only looking because I've never seen a girl
cooking performance before!  I'm only interested in eating the girl..."
Haruka protested in response.  The three of them, Haruka, Michiru, and
their adopted daughter Hotaru were out on a walk as a family on their way
to get Hotaru a new dress for Chibi-usa's birthday party, and Haruka really
didn't want to get into an argument with her lover in the middle of the
street.

   "Yeah, right." Michiru replied, sulking a bit but satisfied that her
partner's wandering eyes were no longer straying to that particular girl,
not that the girl would be an issue in a couple hours, but it was the
principle of the thing.

   "Really!" Haruka defended herself.  "I've always wanted to try girlmeat,
but I've never had a chance...  It's too expensive to buy a willing girl."
Haruka looked over at Hotaru, the girl was looking right at her, with a
look of such interest on her face that Haruka couldn't help but tease her,
and if that distracted Michiru, so much the better.  "Though...  we do have
a girl we could use..."

   "You're not cooking Hotaru unless she volunteers for it." Michiru
commanded sternly.

   Haruka, seeing the bright beet red shade her adopted daughter's face had
turned decided to push her luck a bit.  "Aww, come on, we raised her, fed
her, clothed her...  The least Hotaru could do to repay us is cook for us.
Maybe give us a pre-spitting pole dance like that girl in the window, or
put on a show in a wok!"

   Michiru rolled her eyes at her partner's antics.  "Don't listen to your
papa Hotaru, she's just joking.  You don't have to cook for anyone if you
don't want to.  No one's gonna force you."

   "But, Michiru..." Haruka whined.

   "No." Michiru responded.  "And that's final." Turning to Hotaru the
turquoise haired girl continued.  "If you really want to cook for someone
that's fine, but don't let anyone push you into it okay?"

   Hotaru nodded absently, risking brief glances through the restaurant
window as the girl impaled herself vertically on the spit inside.  Haruka
papa really seemed like she wanted to try some girl meat, and Father's day
was coming up really soon.

   ____

   It had taken a while, but Hotaru had finally set everything up.  She'd
approached Michiru mama and told her about her idea for Haruka papa's gift
and after her mama had asked her if Haruka papa had forced her into it, and
making sure that this was really what Hotaru wanted, Michiru had signed the
papers and booked a reservation at a restaurant that would do it.  And now
it was almost time.  Haruka wasn't told what would be happening, Hotaru
wanted it to be a surprise, but for the past week and a half Michiru had
been dropping hints in bed, trying to make sure Haruka thought Hotaru was
sexy and making sure her partner wasn't just joking when she mentioned it
but would actually enjoy Hotaru's gift to her papa.

   They were sitting in the restaurant together, Haruka and Michiru on one
side of the table and Hotaru, in a simple white dress, on the other side.
"So Hotaru, is this the big surprise?  A fancy dinner?" Haruka asked. 
"Seems a lot of secrecy for something like this but I have to admit it's a
cool idea.  What are we eating?"

   "Ah.  Haruka Papa...  I ordered ahead, so that's a secret.  I hope you
enjoy the meal..." Hotaru said shyly her head dipping down a bit to hide
the slight blush on your cheeks.

   "A secret?  Haruka mused to herself.  "Well, I'm not picky, but can you
tell me something about what we're going to eat?  Just a hint?"

   Michiru frowned at her partner, "Hotaru really wants this to be a
surprise.  You shouldn't pester her."

   "Michiru..." Haruka started to whine, putting on a pair of fake puppy
eyes, but Hotaru interrupted before the act could really get started.

   "No Michiru Mama, it's okay, I can give Haruka Papa one hint..." Hotaru
said smiling slightly.  "I can't tell you what the meat is, but, you'll
have a choice of either spit-roast or stir-fry."

   Haruka put her finger on her chin, pondering in an exaggerated manner.
"Spit-roast or Stir-fry?  Well, I do love spit roasts.  But that's more an
outdoor thing.  In a fancy restaurant like this, I think Stir-Fry is
probably better.  Lets go with Stir Fry, I've been in the mood for Stir Fry
today."

   Hotaru smiled.  She didn't exactly want to be fried in oil, but she
didn't have any experience with sexy dancing, and she wasn't sure she could
put on a good show for Haruka papa to enjoy.  "Ah, that's good.  I really
hope you enjoy dinner."

   Haruka smiled.  "After all the work you put into choosing this place and
keeping it secret?  I'm sure I'll love it!"

   Hotaru's heart settled down a bit at her papa's confirmation of her
choice.  She was still very nervous, but as long as Haruka Papa enjoyed
tonight then everything would be fine.

   The purple haired girl jumped a bit in her seat as the waitress and cook
for tonight tapped her on the shoulder.  "Are you ready to start your
meal?" the waitress asked.

   Hotaru nodded softly, not trusting her voice to speak for her.  "And how
will you be having your meal prepared tonight?" The waitress inquired.

   "Haruka Papa wants Stir Fry, so that's what we'll be doing." Hotaru
mumbled nervously.

   "Wonderful!" the waitress smiled broadly.  "I understand you want to
keep the specifics of the coming meal from your guests, so, if you'll just
come with me we can solidify the final details of the meal before we start
cooking."

   "Don't worry Papa, I'll be back soon." Hotaru nodded as she got up to
follow the waitress into the kitchen.  The white dress slid against
Hotaru's unprotected nipples as she stood.  Since she already knew she'd be
cooking Hotaru had decided to wear as little clothing as possible, not bra
or even panties, a fact that made it very embarrassing to walk through the
streets of Tokyo.  Still, that decision would make it a lot quicker to
prepare her properly and meant that Michiru Mama and Haruka papa would have
less they'd need to take back home with them, so Hotaru didn't regret it.

   Haruka turned to Michiru, "So much secrecy for a fancy meal.  Hotaru's
really taking father's day seriously isn't she?"

   Michiru smiled, "Hotaru's put a lot of work into making this meal really
special for you.  I'm sure you'll enjoy it.  You know she based this whole
night off of a suggestion you made a while ago."

   Haruka's eyes scrunched together as she tried to remember when she asked
Hotaru to take her out to a fancy meal, "Really?  I can't remember asking
for anything like this...  I'm sure that whatever Hotaru's put together
will be great though!"

   Back in the Kitchen Hotaru was turning red enough she thought she might
end up cooking just from embarrassment.  "Stir fry huh?" the Waitress had
asked.  "That's a good choice.  You're a bit too lean for a spit roast, and
you'll keep alive longer this way.  Lots of ways to put on a good show for
your...  parents were they?"

   Hotaru nodded, looking down.  Her face was almost a fluorescent red now.
"Well, you look a bit nervous, do you want some tips to make this really
memorable?"

   Hotaru's eyes widened, before she nodded furiously.  Anything that would
help make her less nervous would be great!

   "Okay, first off, there are gonna be a number of veggies in there with
you.  Have you ever used a dildo before?"

   Hotaru shook her head, she was a complete Virgin.

   "But you know what a dildo is right?" Hotaru blushed at the question but
nodded yes.  How could she not know what a dildo was, with her parents
being what they were?  Haruka wasn't exactly fastidious when it came to
cleaning up her toys after all.

   The waitress nodded.  "Okay then, here's what you'll want to do..."

   ___

   "Hotaru's been gone a while, I'm starting to get worried.  Did she get
lost on the way back?" Haruka asked as she looked around for her adopted
daughter.

   A flash of light caught Michiru's eye before she could respond.  The
waitress from earlier was wheeling out the largest Wok she'd ever seen.  It
rested on an electric heater, and it was completely covered with a large
silver lid.  "Don't worry Haruka," Michiru responded with a serene smile.
"I'm sure Hotaru'll be here any second."

   Haruka finally noticed the wok as the waitress wheeled it closer to the
couple.  "Is that for us?  That Wok's big enough to cook you in Michiru!"
the blonde senshi asked.  The waitress nodded.  "Yes.  Your meal is here.
Do you want to watch it cook?"

   Haruka paused.  After so much suspense she really wanted to know just
what Hotaru had arranged, on the other hand, Hotaru wasn't back yet.  "We
really shouldn't start without Hotaru..." Haruka lamented.

   Both the Waitress and Michiru smiled.  "Don't worry Dear," Michiru
started.  "Hotaru's been gone for a bit longer than expected, I'm sure she
won't be disappointed if we watch the meal cook now instead of waiting..."

   Haruka laughed.  "Well, if you're sure she won't mind...  Then lets
watch our meal cook now!" The blonde senshi nodded to herself.

   Smiling, the Waitress took hold of the Wok cover.  "Well then, let me
present to you..." With one swift motion the waitress pulled off the lid
revealing Hotaru, completely naked and sitting on a bed of mixed
vegetables. "your dinner!" the waitress finished with a flourish.

   "Happy Father's Day Haruka-Papa." Hotaru spoke with a soft smile.  Her
cheeks were crimson with embarrassment.  The restaurant was crowded, but
due to the expense of girl-meat Hotaru was the only live girl about to be
cooked.  This, combined with the extremely noticeable Wok housing her,
meant that Hotaru's appearance immediately drew the eyes of almost everyone
in the place, along with a small smattering of applause.

   "Hotaru?" Haruka asked shocked, "You're our dinner?"

   The purple haired girl nodded, abashed.  "Yes Papa.  You mentioned a
couple weeks ago how much you wanted to try girlmeat..." Hotaru looked
around, there were so many people staring at her, and she had nothing to
protect herself from their hungry eyes.  Blushing, she turned back to
Haruka papa.  She'd never be able to go through with this if she thought
about the other diners, so instead she decided to focus entirely on her
family.  "And...  since Father's day was coming up I wanted to give you
something really special..." Hotaru blushed as she gathered up the courage
to say the next word, with everyone staring at her, especially Haruka, it
was hard, but finally, she managed to say it.  "Me"

   Haruka barely recalled the conversation in question, she hadn't been
serious at the time.  She was joking around, trying to get out of trouble
for ogling that pole-dancing girl about to be spit roasted.  Haruka was
somewhat shocked that Hotaru had taken her so seriously.

   Hotaru must have seen the hesitation in her eyes because the
purple-haired started speaking again, stumbling through justifications.  "I
know I'm not as pretty as the girl in the window, but I really hope you
enjoy me anyway."

   Haruka answered almost without thinking, "No it's not that, you're
definitely the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Haruka paused a second in
shock at not getting an elbow to the ribs from her girlfriend, but a quick
peek at Michiru saw the turquoise haired girl smiling and nodding
encouragingly.

   Hotaru smiled at the encouragement, Haruka papa was happy at her gift
after all?  Maybe she was just surprised?  "Thank you Papa, I really hope
you enjoy dinner, I'll try and put on the best show I can while cooking for
you!"

   Haruka stopped.  Hotaru was incredibly enthusiastic about cooking for
her and even if she was kidding back then, Haruka had always wanted to try
girlmeat...

   "I know I will Hotaru." Haruka admitted with a smile.

   Hotaru smiled beatifically, her eyes tearing up a bit in joy that her
papa was going to enjoy her.  She looked over to the waitress.

   "So as you can see, your meal today is Stir-Fried Hotaru." The waitress
began.  "Feel free to make suggestions to her while she cooks for your
enjoyment.  At Hotaru's request, her performance is being filmed for you to
rewatch at your pleasure.  So please relax and enjoy your meal.  The
restaurant acknowledges the particular effects that performances of this
nature can have on customers, and so feel free to enjoy yourselves to the
fullest extent." Bending down, the waitress switched the heater from warm,
to cook.  Reaching out she grabbed a glass pitcher full of oil and picked
it up.

   Straightening up, the waitress started pouring the oil out over Hotaru.
The purple haired girl's skin started to glisten as rivulets of oil dripped
down her body landing in the wok with a sizzling sound.  The oil flowed
over her budding B-cup breasts around the sensitive pink nubs topping them,
and down across her taut young belly.  Hotaru had shaved completely in
preparation for this meal, so the oil flowed easily down into the valley
made up by her pubic mound and her thighs which had been pressed tightly
together in embarrassment, concealing the treasure below.

   Hotaru reached up and massaged her young breasts, rubbing the oil into
them thoroughly, pinching and squeezing and twisting her puffy nipples to
make sure every inch was completely covered with oil.  The purple haired
teen tried to recall what the waitress had told her to do.  She wasn't as
developed as other girls, but that wasn't bad.  She could still put on a
great show for her papa, and since she was younger and smaller, the
waitress had reassured her that she'd definitely taste better than those
other more developed girls.  All she needed to do to become the perfect
meal for her mama and papa was to put on the right kind of show.

   "Do you....  like my titties papa?" Hotaru asked.  She was struggling to
get the question out, but it was important.  The waitress had told her that
since she was doing this for her mama and papa, and since she a young girl
who looked even younger than she actually was she needed to emphasize that.
She needed to use younger language, refer to her mama and papa as mama and
papa, and ask questions about her body to keep her adopted parents engaged
and fantasizing about her.  She needed to remind them that they would be
eating their little girl, so she needed to play a little girl.

   Haruka nodded, her eyes fastened on her adoptive daughter, the girl
she'd helped to raise, the girl that was now asking her questions that
widened the tomboy's eyes and dried out her throat so that she couldn't
quite reply.

   Hotaru was nervous, but she wasn't about to let her mama and papa see
that.  Ignoring the fact that Haruka-papa hadn't answered her question and
taking it as a sign to move on, Hotaru reached down, letting her oil
covered hands glide over the rest of her body until the skin of her arms
and shoulders, her neck and stomach were all covered in oil and glistening
moistly in the light of the restaurant.  Both Michuru-mama and
Haruka-Papa's eyes were locked on her tender form now, watching with rapt
attention as she rubbed her hands across her skin.

   "Thank you papa, for taking care of me.  I hope you find me tasty..."
Hotaru admitted, trying to follow the waitresses' directions as she ran her
fingers up and down her legs leaving gleaming trails of oil in their wake.
The wok below her was just on the final edge of comfortably warm and she
could see Haruka-papa's eyes following her hands as she caressed her body.

   The purple haired girl reached down, trailing her fingers between her
legs, caressing her soft outer lips, tracing them as Haruka papa watched.
Hotaru smiled as Michiru mama copied her motions, reaching down to Haruka
papa's pants and unbuttoning them.

   "Do you like my pussy, papa?" Hotaru asked with a cute smile, spreading
her lower lips with the middle and index fingers of her right hand.  "It's
nice and soft and looks so yummy..."

   Haruka's eyes tracked Hotaru's fingers as they spread her petals.  Her
daughter's vulva looked incredibly soft, and her pussy was an enticing
light pink that Haruka longed to lick, it certaily did look delicious. 
Michiru was spreading Haruka's own sex, copying their daughter's movements
exactly using her lover's body as a proxy for their daughter's.  It was
driving her wild.  It drove her to distraction, and when her attention
failed it almost felt like Hotaru's fingers were on her sex playing with
her body.

   "Or maybe you like my titties more, papa?" Hotaru continued letting the
fingers of her left hand circle around one of her nipples tracing paths in
the oil coating it.  "I know they're small," she added pulling on her puffy
pink nipple while still splaying her pussy with her other hand, "but that
just makes them bite-sized, right papa?"

   Haruka nodded as she watched her adopted daughter play with herself
openly in the middle of the restaurant.  She could see the other customers,
men and women both, watching Hotaru with undisguised hunger and lust. 
Ocassionally she even caught their eyes slipping towards her own snatch
with the same hunger.  Haruka's protectiveness began to morph into
something all together different.  Hotaru was hers.  She had raised her as
her own and now, for father's day, her adopted daughter was repaying that
favor.  She never realized she wanted it, but now?  Seeing others lusting
after her daughter?  There was nothing Haruka wanted more in the world than
to keep Hotaru away from them, to have her to herself.

   The wok below Hotaru was starting to become uncomfortably hot.  The
naked young girl squirmed in response to the heat, her fingers rubbing her
sex as she trembled in place.  She could see the look in her papa's eyes
just like the waitress said would happen.  It was time.

   "Papa, can I show you something?" she asked, flushing a bit with
embarassment as she idly toyed with her vulva.

   "Of course...  you can..." Haruka stated, panting from excitement. 
"What do you want to show me?" she asked, her words dripping with
anticipation.

   Carefully, Hotaru let go of her tits and reached down to grab a peeled
zucchini with her newly free hand.  She paused, nervously.  She'd never
really...  put anything inside of her like this before.  With her hand
slightly shaking, she brought the zucchini to her virgin snatch and ran it
up and down the outside of her snatch wetting the head of the squash with
the combination of cooking oils and her own juices.

   "In the kitchen?  The nice waitress showed me how to do this for you
papa..." Hotaru admitted blushing as she held the zucchini in position
teasing it over her vulva.  The zucchini was dripping with cooking oil that
fell from it's tip to roll down the outside of her pussy.  Hotaru was
incredibly glad to have the oil coating both her body and her makeshift
dildo.  This whole performance was for Haruka-papa's benefit, not Hotaru's
and despite her best efforts, the young virgin just wasn't wet enough to
accomodate the fake cock in her hand without the extra help from the oil,
and without the extra lubrication, the young girl feared she wouldn't be
able to give her papa the show she deserved!

   Of course, it was...  nice, to see that Haruka-Papa was thoroughly
enjoying herself.  Watching Michiru-mama touch Haruka papa like that?  It
gave Hotaru a wonderful tingly feeling in her pussy that she'd never felt
before.  It made Hotaru want to touch herself.  It made her want to show
off just how much she'd grown to her Papa.  But doing it in public like
this?  The cooking?  It was making Hotaru more nervous and afraid than...
aroused.  The young purple haired virgin was only able to do it because she
could see just how happy it was making Haruka-papa.  But with the cooking
oil thoroughly coating her zucchini?  It didn't matter how wet Hotaru was,
she could still put on a great show for Haruka-papa!

   Hotaru raised the zucchini in her hand and drove it into her virgin
cunt, her eyes shit tightly in fear of what would happen next.  She could
hear Haruka-papa gasping but she couldn't see the cause.  She couldn't see
how Michiru-Mama had pinched her Papa's clit in perfect time to Hotaru's
first penetration.

   Haruka was in heaven; Michiru was giving the blonde tomboy one of the
best hand-jobs she'd ever had while she watched her adopted daughter
putting her heart and soul, even her life into giving her papa the best sex
show, and meal, she'd ever seen.  Haruka could see the doubt, the
hesitation in her adopted daughter's eyes, the pain she was trying to
bravely to overcome but couldn't quite erase.  She could see the way that
Hotaru was holding back, keeping the zucchini from pushing past her hymen
out of fear.  It was amazing.

   The sight of Hotaru debasing herself, of her innocence being destroyed
all for Haruka's own pleasure; coupled with the knowledge that her daughter
didn't actually want this at all, and that the only reason she was putting
on this fatal show was for her enjoyment?  Knowing that Michiru, her sweet
Michiru was helping their daughter this whole time, planning how Hotaru
would defile herself publicly, how she'd destroy herself, all for her
lover's pleasure?  It was almost too much for Haruka to stand!  She could
feel a warm haze start to come over her as her climax built from below,
warmth enveloping her body.  Haruka watched eagerly, wondering what would
be next.

   Hotaru, thrust the zucchini in and out of her pussy, fast and faster as
her ass sizzled against the wok.  The folds of her inner lips, normally
hidden by her puffier outer lips, enveloped the squash, rubbing against it
as it slid inside.  She could see the smile on her papa's face.  That
happy, dopey grin that was making everything, even the pain of cooking,
worth it.  Still, despite her own happiness that her gift was being
enjoyed, Hotaru was careful not to push too her makeshift dildo too far,
she didn't want to break her maidenhead, not yet anyway.  Not until the
right moment.

   Michiru was pistoning her fingers in and out of her lover's snatch
rhythmically, drawing the blonde closer to climax.  It was hard to keep
focus with the amazing show her daughter was putting on just in front of
her, but Michiru was focused, tonight wasn't about her, it was about
haruka. Still only the knowledge taht This whole show was being taped
allowed her to continue playing with her lover's body instead of her own.
Then suddenly, she could feel it.  Haruka was right at the edge just one
more pinch and...  The green haired girl nodded at her adopted daughter,
the signal they'd agreed upon earlier for what was to come, and quickly
shifted her attention to her lover's clit.

   Hotaru's eyes widened as she saw Michiru-mama nod at her.  That was it,
the signal!  She could see Haruka-Papa staring straight at her, transfixed.
This was it!  With two smooth motions, Hotaru withdrew the Zucchini almost
all the way and rammed it it back in as far as she could.  Hotaru gasped in
pain as the makeshift dildo tore through her virginity without any thought
to her own comfort.  Her pussy ached as the zucchini touched her deeper
than she'd ever been touched before.  It hurt, losing her Virginity, giving
it to Haruka-papa as best she could...  Her eyes glazed slightly from the
pain, but it was worth it.  She could see her papa, writhing in ecstasy
under Michiru mama's fingers.  Just like Michiru-mama had promised.

   Haruka was in heaven.  She'd had reservations before, she had wanted to
try girl-meat, but having Hotaru?  Even though she had joked about it, the
thought had never seriously crossed her mind.  Those doubts were gone now.
She was on the edge before, about to cum when Hotaru finally slammed the
Zucchini home tearing her hymen apart.  The sight of her daughter taking
her own virginity for her Papa to enjoy was etched across her mind
indelibly.  It pushed her over the edge, sending her surging into the most
incredible climax she'd ever experienced.  She could feel Michiru's body
pressed against her back, her fingers playing her lover's clit just as
expertly as the green-haired girl played piano.  She could hear the
sizzling wok, she could smell the first hints of Hotaru beginning to cook.
It was all too much.  The sensations, teh sights, the smells, the sound of
her daughter whimpering in pain...  they had all combined inside her,
sending her to unreached heights of rapture.

   It took almost a minute for Haruka's eyes to unglaze.  Of course, that
wasn't helped by the way that Michiru-Mama rubbed and flicked her Papa's
little nub trying her best to keep Haruka's eyes unfocused for as long as
possible while Hotaru watched with almost innocent curiosity as she sizzled
in the wok and the waitress took the opportunity to add more veggies.  Of
course, even the most amazing orgasms don't last forever, so when Haruka's
eyes cleared as she came down from the incredible rush of her climax,
Hotaru continued her show.

   The purple haired girl pulled the squash away from her pussy with a wet
plop, and let the tip of the zucchini, still damp from a combination of the
cooking oil and her own virginal blood and juices, trace a pair of circles
around her puffy young nipples.  "Papa?  Do you like your present?" Hotaru
asked in her best childish voice.

   "I...  I love it!" Haruka responded eagerly as she caught her breath. 
Hotaru's gift was incredible!  She'd just experienced the greatest orgasm
of her life, and she couldn't wait to see what came next.  The smell of her
adopted daughter beginning to fry was heavenly, and she couldn't wait to
taste her.  Of course, coming down from that incredible orgasm, the fog
clearing from her mind Haruka started to feel a bit guilty for what her
daughter was sacrificing to please her.

   "Hotaru, if you can flip over?  I think it's time for the next stage."
The waitress asked mildly as she picked up the ladle.

   Hotaru's heart pounded in her chest.  This was it, the point of no
return.  Up until now the damage was bad, but she'd be able to heal if she
backed out.  Maybe not perfectly, but...  If she flipped over though?  She
really would be nothing but meat.

   Her guilt warring with pride and arousal, Haruka spoke up.  "You don't
have to...  you know...  if you don't want to." Haruka half-asked as she
begged her to continue with her eyes.

   Michiru was glad that the restaurant was filming this for later.  Today
was about Haruka, but Michiru couldn't deny that Hotaru's show was the
hottest thing she'd ever seen.  She could already tell that she'd be
spending many restless night rewatching this dinner, both alone, and with
her lover.  Then she hear Haruka admit to Hotaru that she didn't have to
roast if she didn't want to.  A tiny bit of pride stoked in Michiru's own
chest at the admission, but unlike Haruka, Michiru hadn't orgasmed, her
head was still a haze of lust and hunger.  She looked at her daughter. 
Hotaru was helpless, sprawled out in the sizzling wok, a healthy mixture of
Hotaru's own juices, the oil, and her vigin blood dripping from her snatch.
In her hand she held the tool she'd used to take her own maidenhead.  The
smell of her sizzling rump wafted through the air.  Michiru had never
wanted anything more in her life than to see the end of this show.

   Hotaru looked over at her adopted parents.  Haruka Papa looked happy,
there was a hunger in her Papa's eyes but it was small, Haruka-Papa was
mosty satisfied, it would probably be okay to back out now.  Her Papa had
even said it was okay.  But just before Hotaru could ask the waitress to
shut the wok off, she saw something odd.  There was a hunger blazing in
Michiru Mama's eyes, stronger than she'd ever seen in her Papa's.  Hotaru's
own violet eyes widened as she realized that she had caused that hunger,
that she was what Michiru Mama wanted.  Hotaru felt ashamed for even
thinking of stopping.  She had been so focused on giving Haruka-papa what
she wanted, that she had totally forgotten about Michiru Mama!  She
couldn't back out now!  Michiru Mama would be so disappointed!

   "That's okay.  I..." Hotaru hesitated, certain of her path but unsure
how to state it.  "I know you're looking forward to eating my cunny and my
titties, Papa." She explained, tracing circles her puffy nipples with her
fingers as she spoke.  "Today's your day.  Don't worry about me papa, I
just want you and Michiru Mama to enjoy me."

   She could see Michiru Mama's face light up at her declaration.  Even
Haruka papa, who had just told her that she didn't have to cook if she
didn't want to, looked eager to see her fry.  Hotaru smiled, bittersweet
tears in her eyes.

   Hotaru wasn't sure what to think.  On the one hand she was glad that her
parents, the women who had taken her in and raised her, were enjoying her
gift.  It felt great to know that she was appreciated, that Haruka papa,
no, that both of her parents were enjoying watching her as she squirmed and
fried, naked in the oversized wok.

   On the other hand, seeing her parents so eager to watch her cook, seeing
the hunger in their eyes and knowing that they wanted to eat her, knowing
that her parents wanted her more as their dinner than their daughter now,
it brought tears to her eyes as she realized that despite what her papa had
said, her parents wanted to watch her fry, wanted to have her for dinner
more than they wanted their daughter to survive.

   It didn't matter what Hotaru wanted anymore.  Her mama and papa were
hungry, they wanted to see her cook, to watch the show she'd put on as the
squirmed naked in the wok.  Tears fell from her eyes as she realized that
she really was meat now.  She could still back out, she could still ask the
waitress to turn off the wok, still climb out and ask Usagi to heal her,
but if she did her mama and papa would be disappointed.  They'd always
wonder how she would have tasted, and she would never forget the looks in
their eyes tonight.  Her mama and papa were looking forward to eating her,
she couldn't disappoint them now.

   Her hands and legs shaking from the combination of fear and heat and
sadness, Hotaru rolled over, her tiny tits jiggling as she revealed her
lightly fried back and golden brown behind.  The wok immediately began to
hiss as Hotaru's untouched but thoroughly oiled alabaster breasts and belly
pressed against the sizzling hot metal, pulling a pained whimper from her
trembling lips as her puffy nipples began to fry.

   ___

   For Michiru, the sight of Hotaru writhing in pain as the wok began to
fry the other half of her oil-covered body was exquisite.  While she'd
initially been hestitant about Hotaru's plans she'd helped her because
that's what she wanted.  Now, seeing Hotaru cook; the smell of her meat
wafting through the air even as she put on the hottest sex show Michiru had
ever seen?  Michiru couldn't wait to sink her teeth into her adopted
daughter.

   Haruka stared in awe as Hotaru squirmed on the wok.  Michiru had sped up
her ministrations, playing the tomboy's pussy like a violin, drawing her
nearer and nearer to the cusp of yet another climax.  Haruka's eyes
couldn't keep focus, she kept catching brief glimpses of her adorable
daughter's young pussy as she wiggled and gyrated in the heat; the half
cooked vegetables leaving oily streaks on her body as her movements drove
them against her body.

   She was glad that Hotaru had decided to continue cooking instead of
taking the way out she'd offered.  She remembered the tears in Hotaru's
eyes as she realized what her Papa really wanted from her, how despite her
words she wanted to see the rest of the show, wanted to see her daughter
snuff it.  Seeing Hotaru realize that her father really wanted to eat her
and then, seeing Hotaru give in and continue cooking despite the pain...

   Hotaru was letting out the cutest cries and moans as she struggled to
keep from crying out in pain.  Her daughter's whimpers as she cooked for
her...  Haruka was converted.  While before her only interest in woman
cooking had been oggling the naked women, now, watching her daughter
squirming in the giant wok as she fried for Haruka's enjoyment, Haruka
couldn't remember ever seeing anything hotter than the sight before her
eyes at that moment.

   Seeing her daughter debase herself like this, willingly giving up her
life just for her enjoyment, to see her willingly decide to become meat, to
become her papa's dinner despite the pain...  it was exquisite.  l Hotaru's
body was on fire.  She struggled not to let her mama and papa know just how
much it hurt to cook, but she couldn't remain quiet.  Tiny moans and
whimpers escaped from her young lips even as she franticly squirmed, her
body subconsciously trying to escape the relentless heat of the wok even as
she forced herself to keep in contact with it.

   Though she couldn't see her anymore with her face towards the wok,
Hotaru's Mama was nearing her own climax.  Though she was still fully
dressed, and both of her hands were firmly on Haruka's body instead of her
own, the sight of Hotaru cooking was driving her wild with passion. 
Michiru could see her daughter's puffy lower lips begin to redden from the
heat flushing almist crimson as the sizzling oil splashed against them. 
Michiru could barely imagine how Hotaru could stand it.  It wasn't enough
to drive her over the edge yet, but Michiru was beginning to wonder if just
watching alone would be enough to force her past that last hurdle.

   The waitress wasn't idle in this either.  Slipping her ladle into a new
bucket of oil that had been delivered while everyone was paying attention
to Hotaru.  Grinning at the sight of the special's parents enjoying the
show, the waitress threw the oil onto Hotaru's back, liberally coating her
cooked back and behind with the lubricant.

   Hotaru moaned as her back sizzled, the cool oil only a temporary relief
as her golden fried skin flashed its temperature higher almost the instant
that it hit her.  She could feel the oil pooling around her modest tits,
thouroughly coating them, and the rest of her body, making her subconscious
attempts to get away from the heat even more pointless as her oil-covered
body slipped across the wok's surface unable to get any leverage.

   Now that she was loking away from her mama and papa, she couldn't help
but see the way the rest of the restaurant's patron were watching her.  The
way they stared, pointing and cheering as she slipped around the wok.  The
way they smiled and whispered to each other, licking their lips.  Hotaru's
face flushed crimson.  They were watching her, leering at the obscene show
she was putting on, staring at her naked form, her rounded rump, her long
legs and puffy lips.  They were cheering as she turned from girl to meat.
Hotaru felt defiled by their eyes.  She wanted nothing more than to cover
up, to shield her body from their view; bust she couldn't, not without
ruining the show for Haruka papa as well.

   The sight of her daughter's body covered in oil, her front slowly
turning the same golden brown color as the rest of her body, drew Michiru's
absolute focus.  She stopped paying attention to what her hands were doing
to her lover, the way they fiddled with Haruka's vulva and clit.  Her mind
was filled with nothing but the way her daughter looked as she cooked,
committing each and every detail to memory.  The way her pert behind swayed
in the air, the way her small b-cup breasts slipped and slid beneath her,
the way her pussy was starting to redden as the heat kissed it, every last
sight stored in her mind as fantasy fodder propelling her to even greater
heights of arousal.

   Robbed of her only source of relief as the oil turned searing hot,
Hotaru's mind refocused on her purpose for being in the wok.  She was meat
now, first and foremost.  Nothing else mattered anymore.  She was there to
put on a delicious show for her mama and papa, and nothing else mattered
unless it helped her do that.  She was still their daughter, still a girl,
but only because it made watching her fry even more enjoyable for her
adoptive parents.  Hotaru understood that now.  It was exactly as the
waitress had told her back in the kitchen, Haruka papa wasn't just enjoying
watching a girl cook for her, she was enjoying watching her innocent young
daughter cook for her, and watching that, seeing her own daughter defiled,
debasing herself as she died to provide Haruka just one meal?  That made
the whole show even hotter.

   It was too late to back out now, even if she wanted to.  Her body was
beginning to fry in earnest now.  She could hear her nipples sizzling, feel
the oil splattering against her pussy and her nub.  She could barely squim
about any more and her thoughts were starting to take on a hazy tinge, but
she smelled wonderful.

   Slowly, her muscles no longer working as well now that they'd been
cooking, Hotaru reached back and cupped her rump.  The waitress had
explained to her that her body would be finished cooking when she almost
couldn't feel it anymore, and the persistent pain in her hiney had
vanished. Hotaru squeezed, feeling the oily hunk of meat that used to be
her butt squish beneath her fingers.  She could feel the pressure, but
barely.  Her rump was roasted.

   "My..." Hotaru blushed in embarassment at having to say it aloud, but
the waitress had been very clear with her, she needed to tell her what
parts were ready to serve or she'd end up overcooked and tough.  But even
that admonishment nearly wasn't enough.  She could see the crowd watching,
a few regulars knowing what she was about to say.  She flushed red, not
from the heat, but fom embarrassment.  She almost didn't say it, it was too
much, but she caught a glipmse of her Papa's eager gaze, distorted by the
metal of the wok and it reminded her why she was there.  She was meat, it
was the only thing she had left, and she couldn't disappoint Haruka papa by
letting herself overcook.

   "My tushy is done!" She announced.  "I hope you enjoy it, papa." She
continued.

   Haruka smiled as she watched the waitress reach down and grab one of
Hotaru's ankles, pulling her legs open and giving a prime view of her
daughter's freshly deflowered cunt.

   "How would you like the girl's rump miss?" The waitress asked
professionally as her hand hovered over the knives.  "Do you want it in
large chunks or finely sliced?"

   Hotaru's eyes widened as the waitress spoke.  This was it.  She knew she
was meat now, but talking about it like that?  Her heart pounded in her
chest as the fear began to take her.

   "Haruka would like our daughter finely sliced, at least this part of
her." Michiru answered for her lover as she fondled her pussy.  The blonde
tomboy was staring with an eager grin on her face as she watched in
anticipation.

   The waitress nodded picking a thin edged ceramic knife for the task
before putting it to work.  Her wrist paced back and forth carving off
slices of Hotaru's rump in such a way that they slid down between her
thighs to pool in front of her puffy young cunt.

   Hotaru moaned, careful not to scream lest she ruin the show the same way
that the waitress was ruining her.  Her butt was numbed by the heat, but it
wasn't completely cooked yet.  In the center of each thin slice Hotaru's
nerve endings were on fire.  The sudden exposure to air, the oil splatter
on what used to be her bare skin, Hotaru had never felt anything like it.
It felt like an eternity as the Waitress methodically reduced her rump to
meat.

   To Haruka, the show was over almost too quickly.  One moment Hotaru's
pert little apple bottom was still attached, and the next moment it was in
pieces between her daughter's luscious thighs.

   The waitress picked up a large bowl from the tray in one hand and
scooped it between Hotaru's thighs gathering the meat.  With Hotaru's rear
sliced away there was no longer any need to steady the girl, so the
waitress let go of her ankle letting it drop back into the pan.  With her
newly free hand, the waitress picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to
push the slices of Hotaru's rump that she had missed in her earlier
scooping into the bowl.

   Michiru smiled as every last slice was gathered, leaving a stump behind
where her daughter's beautiful bottom used to be.  She could see the smirk
on the waitress' face as she scooped up the last slice leaving a clear view
of Hotaru's abused pussy once more.  With a mischievous grin, the waitress
reached out and trapped Hotaru's tiny clit between her chopsticks before
pulling, hard.

   Hotaru let out an agonized moan as the waitress tore her partially
cooked clit from her body, plucking her little bud between the pair of
wooden utensils.  The young girl thrashed in her wok as the Waitress
displayed her prize.  Hotaru's mind was a mass of pain, she'd never felt
anything like it.  Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, the
waitress hadn't warned her and it happened so quickly that there was
nothing she could do to stop it.

   "Traditionally, the first bite goes to the girl volunteering, letting
her have the first taste of what she's become as a sort of thank you.  And
of course the sight of a meal devouring her own clit is wonderful way to
start your dinner...  but some people prefer to eat the clit themselves. 
Should I give this to you, or your daughter?"

   It took Haruka a few minutes to realize what the waitress was asking
her. The sight of Hotaru, slipping and sliding across the wok, sizzling as
she writhed face down in unexpected agony was almost unreal.  She could
hear the waitress, she could feel Michiru pinching and tugging at her own
clit, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.  She wanted to eat her daughter.
She wanted to sink her teeth into those thighs, or savor her freshly sliced
rump.  She wanted to lick her daughter's frying pussy, or bite off her
puffy young nips.  She stared at the waitress, Hotaru's clit still held
between her chopsticks dripping lightly with oil.  She wanted it.  But, at
the same time, Hotaru was doing this all for her, and it was traditional.
She wanted her daughter to know she appreciated her gift, and the sight of
Hotaru, still broken and bleeding, struggling to eat her own clit through
the pain of having it torn off?  Well, that did sound like the perfect way
to start her meal.

   "Hotaru can have it." Haruka stated, "She looks and smells so delicious,
she deserves to have the first bite."

   Hotaru was stunned and horrified.  Her papa wanted her to eat her own
clit?  The waitress hadn't mentioned this!  But she couldn't refuse, this
was her Papa's last gift to her, and the waitress had mentioned how sexy
she'd look eating it...  Hotaru was glad that she was facing away from
Haruka Papa and Michiru Mama when her papa had decided she should eat it,
because Hotaru knew she didn't just have to accept the horrible gift, she
had to pretend to enjoy it too.

   "Alright then," the waitress agreed, shifting her focus to Hotaru "Let's
get you flipped over.  Your nipples are probably about done.  I can harvest
them while you eat."

   Hotaru's eyes widened again in fear.  She realized that the waitress was
probably telling her now so that the surprise didn't ruin the show she was
trying to put on, but the knowledge of what was about to happen had filled
her with fear that she couldn't quite hide completely even as the waitress
grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her over.

   Hotaru let out an adorable yelp as the heated metal of the wok sizzled
against her freshly carved rump.  The pain and fear were clearly visible in
her eyes as she struggled not to scream or pull away.

   Both Hotaru's adopted parents watched enthralled as Hotaru stared at her
torn off clitoris, seeing it for the first time.  This was what she had to
eat?  It was small, smaller than the tip of her pinkie, but the way it had
been torn out by the root meant it was bigger than she'd ever seen it
before.  She could still feel the piercing ache in her pussy where her clit
used to be, and seeing it like this only made that pain worse.  Hotaru
didn't want to do this.

   Still, this wasn't about her.  So Hotaru did her best to smile as she
cupped her hands in front of her to recieve her papa's 'gift.'

   The waitress dropped her mangled clit into her waiting palms.  She could
see the way it was pinched in the middle now, deformed where the waitress
had squeezed it too tightly.  It was warm and greasy in her hands.  Hotaru
stared at it.  This, more than anything else, more than the wok, more than
her rump being sliced, even more than the way her mamma and papa looked at
her now, drove home to her the truth.  She was meat now, nothing more than
a half-cooked dinner for her mama and papa.

   Hotaru looked up.  Her parents were eagerly watching her, waiting for
her to take the first bite.  Out of the corner of her eye Hotaru could see
the waitress quickly transferring her meat into two separate bowls each
half filled with rice.  And before her, in her cupped hands the final step
between her, and dinner.

   She picked up her amputated clit between her index and her thumb as the
waitress set the bowls aside and lifted her carving knife once more. 
Hotaru tried to smile happily, but it came out slightly tearful as she
spoke the phrase that would to complete her transition.

   "Itadakimasu!" Hotaru cried with false cheer as she lifted her nub to
her smiling lips.

   As Hotaru bit into her clit struggling to smile, she couldn't help but
compare the taste to a nicely cooked hamburger.  The little nub squirted a
little in her mouth as she bit into it, and though the taste was pleasant
the knowledge of just what she was eating terrified her.  Hotaru tried to
focus on the taste, to remember she was putting on a show and do her best
not to think about the pain that the waitress tearing it off had caused
her.

   "Oh wow!  My cunny tastes delicious!" Hotaru stated as she chewed her
clit, drawing a smile from her adoptive mother's face.  "Thank you so much
for letting me taste it Haruka papa!"

   Haruka grinned, ecstatic as her daughter wriggled across the wok
enticingly as she devoured her own clit.  The oil had washed away the blood
from Hotaru's pussy, leaving the wound raw, swollen, and easily visible to
her papa's discerning eye.  Haruka smiled even wider as she saw what Hotaru
couldn't, the waitress stepping up behind her little girl, holding the same
sharp knife she'd used to carve apart her daughter's rump.

   Hotaru gasped as the waitress looped her gloved arms underneath Hotaru's
own, lifting her up by her armpits.

   "Your nipples will be the perfect garnish fit the first course!" The
waitress stated emphatically.  Hotaru could see the large knife, still
streaked with blood from the last time it harvested her meat and she
couldn't supress the flash of fear that went through her.  Her butt was
still burning, searing in agony as the hot oil fried her open wounds.  She
could still feel the torturous ache where her clit used to be, and while
her nipples weren't quite as sensitive as that was, they were easily the
second most sensitive parts of her body.

   Still, Hotaru had a part to play.  "Please enjoy my nipples papa!  I
know they're too big, but I hope you like them anyway!"

   "Of course I will Hotaru." Haruka responded with a smile as the waitress
raised her knife to the top edge of her adopted daughter's puffy right
nipple.  The change in Hotaru's chest from before she had started her show
was dramatic.  Where before the purple-haired girl had been modestly
endowed with a pair of pale young breasts whose most distinctive features
were the set of large, soft, puffy, pink nipples barely wider than a 100
yen coin; now Hotaru's chest was now dripping with oil and had fried to a
light golden color.  Her puffy young nipples were dark and crisp and now
glistened temptingly in the restaurant's elegant lighting.

   Hotaru gasped as the knife sliced through her sensitive teat carving her
nipple free from her chest and letting it slide down to her lightly fried
belly.  The pain was incredible, as the oil leaked down her breast into the
wound it felt like her whole chest was on fire.  She shook and bucked her
hips trying to get away, but she couldn't.  Not even to prevent the
waitress from taking her other nipple from her.

   Michiru could see the fear in her daughter's eyes as she squirmed
frantically, trying to avoid another cut of the knife.  But between the
innocent smile showing just the slightest strain still pasted across her
face and the way that her partially cooked muscles had transformed her
frantic squirming into something more sensual, it almost looked as if her
daughter was cumming from having her nipples carved away.  She wasn't of
course, but somehow the fact that she was faking it for Haruka's enjoyment
made it even hotter.

   Hotaru swallowed hard as the waitress liberated her second nipple,
accidentally ingesting her own clit.  She squirmed, trying to get away from
the pain of the hot wok against her butt as the waitess let her go, but
weakened as she was her efforts looked more like she was bucking her pussy
against the wok's mostly vegetarian contents.

   The waitress leaned over and snatched Hotaru's nipples from their
resting place on the girl's belly before her movements could knock them
into the wok.  Tenderly, she placed the former capstones of Hotaru's tits
as a final garnish atop each bowl of her already harvested fried rump with
rice, before bringing each bowl, with chopsticks placed so that they stuck
almost straight up next to the nipples, to Haruka and Michiru.

   "Your daughter is served." The waitress announced as she placed the
plates next to Hotaru's parents.  "Please enjoy your meal."

   Michiru enjoyed playing with her lover's nipples, pinching and tugging
them as Haruka watched their daughter cook, but with dinner starting in
earnest she reluctantly had to stop.  Gingerly, she picked up a bowl.  Had
each bowl not been topped with a nipple, and had she not seen the meal
prepared with her own eyes, Michiru may have mistaken the strips of meat in
front of her for beef or lamb.  It smelled incredible.  This bowl in her
hand was what the night was all about, her beautiful daughter transformed
into a beautiful dinner.  Michiru pulled out the chopsticks and used them
to grab the nipple.

   Hotaru felt like the world had taken on a dreamlike quality as the pain
overtook her.  The shock of actually eating her clit had finally hit her
and she felt almost numb as she watched her mama offer one of her freshly
harvested nipples to Haruka papa.  Her eyes refused to turn away, even as
the waitress approached from the side with a meat cleaver.  Hotaru stared
as her mama teased her Papa with her fried nipple, offering and then
pulling it away as her Papa went for it.  It was something that she'd seen
them do before, it was cute and romantic but seeing it happen now, knowing
it was her body that her mama was using to tease her papa?  Hotaru didn't
know what to feel.  There was a sinking feeling in the pit of stomach that
solidified as her papa finally caught the tempting morsel in her teeth. 
She really was meat now, she realized as her papa crunched down on her
crisp young nipple, driving home the fact that Hotaru's breasts, her entire
body, was ruined and she would not be surviving the night.

   Haruka moaned sinfully as she finally bit into her daughter's nipple. 
It was perfect.  Crisp, slightly crunchy, and in texture almost like a
french fry.  It tasted incredible but of course that wasn't the best part.
No, that was seeing her daughter watch as she savored the morsel that used
to be part of her.

   "Mmmm...  you're delicious Hotaru." Haruka moaned around her daughter's
nipple as she finished it off.  "This is the best father's day gift you've
ever given me." She added enjoying the way her daughter blushed cutely from
the praise.

   Michiru picked up a long thin slice of Hotaru's rump and waved it
temptingly in front of her lover before taking one end and holding it
between her lips.  Michiru could just barely taste her daughter's wonderful
meat.  It was warm and comforting.  Michiru smiled happily as Haruka bit
down on the other end.  They had been doing this for years with pasta, but
it felt better now, more special, so share their daughter like this.

   Hotaru's fried rump was succulent, almost melting in her mouth as she
bit down and forward towards Michiru.  There was something deliciously
sinful about sharing their adopted daughter like this while she herself
watched them do it.  Bite by bite they grew closer and closer until finally
their lips touched in a tender kiss.  Michiru's tongue darted out to seek
entrance past her lips and Haruka cleared the way.  She could taste her
daughter on her lover's lips and the thought excited her more than any
fantasy she'd had before.

   Haruka lost herself in the kiss.

   ___

   Meanwhile Haruka's adopted daughter, Hotaru, was lost in shock.  She
stared at her parents as they kissed around her body, or what used to be
her body anyway...  Hotaru watched uncertain what to feel as her parents
shared a kiss around her fried rump.  There was certainly shock of course,
and fear, and despair as well, but there was also happiness and pride that
her mama and papa really were enjoying her gift.  Her uncertain state
nestled in her chest, unhelped by the warmth that had been slowly growing
in her pussy as she watched Michiru mama play with Haruka papa's own
breasts and twat.

   Hotaru didn't even notice as the waitress picked up a cleaver in one
hand and one of her ankles in the other, preparing to slice off even more
of her succulent meat.

   Michiru and Haruka were both lost to the world, trapped together in an
eternal moment framed by the kiss.  With Hotaru dazed and confused by the
same, the waitress took the opportunity presented to raise her cleaver high
and bring it down, neatly slicing off Hotaru's left leg, and leaving a
stump just below the edge of her bare clitless pussy.

   Hotaru's cry broke her adoptive parents' kiss as her left leg was carved
from her.  There was no warning, one moment her leg was there, the next it
was gone.  Hotaru barely had time to process it before, with a wet thwack
the clever came down again, this time taking her other leg with it.

   Hotaru looked down stunned.  Her legs were gone.  She could see them
sitting there in the wok, but they wouldn't respond to her will.  When she
tried to move them, the only things that moved were the tiny stumps, barely
reaching past the edge of her damaged cunt, that were all that remained
attached to her.  Those tiny, bleeding stubs were all that was left of her
once long and slender legs, the rest of them effectively converted into ham
hocks with one brutal blow each.

   Michiru, her kiss with her lover broken by Hotaru's yelp turned her gaze
from Haruka to the spectacle in the wok.  Hotaru was legless, her calves
and thighs were laying in the wok next to her, but the way she was flailing
in response to losing them had shifted them enough that it was clear they
were no longer attached.  Of course, this left them unable to block
Michiru's view of her daughter's quivering muff.  Michiru watched as the
waitress traded out her cleaver for her ceramic knife and picked up one of
her daughter's severed legs by its ankle.  With a well practiced deftness
the waitress began to carve strips of meat from the young girl's former
flesh, letting them fall off the thigh and calf into the simmering wok.

   "You're absolutely delicious Hotaru!" Haruka raved.  "You're the best
meal I've ever eaten!"

   The fact that her papa was enjoying her was wonderful, but it was still
difficult to smile over the pain.  Hotaru forced a smile anyway.  "Thank
you papa.  I'm glad you like my body, I hope you'll like the rest of me
just as much!" she ended with a wavering grin.

   "Hotaru," Michiru began, eyeing her daughter's legless body, "how do you
like being meat now?  Watching us eat you?" Michiru asked curiously, but
with a bit of hunger and lust simmering beneath the surface.

   Hotaru's eyes widened in shock.  She honestly wasn't sure how to answer
that.  Hotaru tried to smile through the pain.  "I love it mama..." she
answered, her voice trembling.  "I love watching you eat...  me." She
added, her voice falling a bit at the end as it hit home once more just
what she was watching her mama and papa do to her.

   Hotaru knew she had a part to play.  She wanted to make this the best
gift Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama had ever eaten, and that meant putting on
a show.  Slowly she let her fingers drift to her clitless bleeding snatch,
her skin slick beneath them as she rubbed her no-longer-secret place.  "Do
you like me, mama?" She asked, desperate to know that her body, that her
final gift, was being enjoyed.

   "You're incredible Hotaru." Michiru said with an enraptured smile
drifting across her face.  For a moment, Hotaru felt like her mama was
talking about her, about the show she put on, about the incredible gift she
was giving up, but it lasted only a single moment before Michiru continued.
"I've never tasted anything as wonderful as you." Hotaru's heart dropped in
her chest as Michiru clarified her daughter's worth, her eyed dipping down
to Hotaru's abused cunt even as she picked up another slice of Hotaru's
fried rump with her chopsticks.  "I can't wait to taste your pussy..." she
added longingly as she brought the piece of Hotaru to her lips and bit
down, savoring the experience.

   Tears gathered in the corners of Hotaru's eyes.  It wasn't just the pain
of frying, her mama, the woman who adopted her, who helped raise her, now
thought of her as nothing more than meat, was now looking forward to
devouring her precious place...

   Hotaru didn't have long to sob before Haruka chimed in, her mouth still
half full with slices of Hotaru's rump.  "Mmmm...  I'm...  looking forward
to that too..." she admitted with a lecherous grin, "what about you,
Hotaru?" Haruka asked with thoughtless cruelty.

   Hotaru trembled, she knew what she had to say, and it was too late to
back out now.  With her legs sliced apart around her and her bottom already
fried and served all backing out would do was ruin her papa's special
night.

   "I can't wait to serve you my cunny papa!" Hotaru exclaimed with false
cheer.  "I hope it tastes good when you and mama share it..." she added.

   "I'm sure it will Hotaru," Michiru reassured her, "but just in case, now
that your legs are out of the way, why don't you show us what we're in
for?"

   Hotaru's eyes widened in terrified shock.  She looked like a deer in the
headlights.  She wasn't sure how much of Michiru-mama's request was serious
and how much of it was her asking so that Hotaru would put on a better
show, but either way, Hotaru couldn't exactly refuse.

   Her back burning as it fried, Hotaru looked down at the junction between
where her legs used to be.  "You mean...  show you my cunny?" She asked,
her voice trembling almost as much as she was.

   "Yeah!" Haruka agreed, "Spread that tiny twat of yours and show us our
next course."

   "O-okay." Hotaru agreed nervously as she reached down with both hands to
touch her cunt.  The puffy outer lips of her snatch were slick and
slippery. The combination of cooking oil and the trickles of blood from the
gash where her clit was brutally torn from her and from her burst hymen
were making it extremely hard to get any purchase on her privates, but
Hotaru persevered.  After all, there wasn't much else she could do now, was
there?

   Slowly her fingertips slid into the entrance to her abused slit, pulling
it apart for her parents to see.  Her inner walls were a soft pink, where
they weren't covered in her virgin blood, and to Hotaru's relief they were
much drier than the oil covered outside of her cunt making it that much
easier for her fingers to find purchase and spread her passage to let her
mama and papa see inside.

   Hotaru tried to smile.  "Is my pussy to your liking papa?" She asked
hopefully.

   Haruka moaned around another piece of her daughter's rump, fed to her by
her lover.  "Mmmm..." she uttered, her eyes rolling upwards in culinary
pleasure as as accidentally ignored her daughter's question.

   It took a few moments for Haruka's eyes to come back into focus once
more, and each moment felt like eternity for Hotaru as she stretched out
her pussy pulling on the painful wound that used to be her clit in the
process.

   When Haruka finally regained the ability to focus, she turned to look at
her adopted daughter.  The image in front of her was one she'd sear forever
into her brain, for use on cold nights when Michiru was away, or...  maybe
even when she was there.  Hotaru was laying in the wok, completely naked,
her legs removed from her body and redistributed as the thin slices of of
meat surrounding her.  Hotaru's stumps had been seared closed, and her pert
butt had been cleaved off.  Her puffy nipples were missing completely,
having been harvested by the waitress and consumed by her adoptive parents
what felt like ages ago but was really only a couple of minutes prior.  The
well cooked wounds leaked not blood, but the clear, shiny "juices" of
Hotaru's melted breast fat.  Despite all of this, her daughter was still
smiling, though somewhat feebly, as she pulled her savaged cunt open for
her papa's inspection.

   Haruka's eyes focused on Hotaru's bloodstained pink inner walls as her
adopted daughter spread herself beneath her gaze.  Hotaru's light pink cunt
was shiny, and under normal circumstances, to any untrained observer, it
looked as if the girl was wet and ready for action.  But Haruka was not
normal.  Her gaze flicked between Hotaru's shiny, pink splayed pussy and
her puffy, oil-coated vulva; and she noticed that Hotaru's pussy wasn't
nearly as greased as the rest of her partially-fried form.

   "Your pussy looks scrumptious, Hotaru," Haruka began, seein the
happiness rise in her daughter's euyes at the praise.  A small part of her
wanted to end there, to leave it at that and be done with it.  But Hotaru
was doing this for her, and she needed to know the truth.  And Haruka
couldn't deny that a large part of her wanted to see that happiness die in
her daughter's eyes.  "But, it's too dry.  I didn't ask for you to bake it,
a good stir fry is greasy and moist." Haruka continued, a bit eagerly,
enjoying the way that Hotaru recoiled when the words of praise she'd hoped
for vanished, replaced by scathing criticism of her final gift.

   Hotaru was shocked.  Her most precious place, her special gift to Haruka
papa!  It was too dry?  "How..." Hotaru started, tears in her eyes at the
thought of all her work, all her sacrifice being ruined.  "How do I fix
it?" she asked distraught.  "I want to be perfect for you papa..."

   "Well," Haruka pondered, honestly trying to answer her daughter's plea,
"meat gets dry when it's not juicy enough...  So, there are two ways for
you to make sure your pussy is nice and moist."

   Hotaru listened to her papa explain the situation with no small amount
of trepidation.

   "You could play with yourself until you get wet on your own," Haruka
mused, her excitement for the idea lending enthusiasm to her voice, "that
would be a nice treat for me and your mama, watching you pick up that corn
over there and fuck yourself with it until you cum?  I bet that would fix
your prime cut!" Haruka smiled lecherously as she imagined her cute,
innocent daughter fucking herself in front of the whole restaurant just to
make herself taste better for when her Papa finally gets to taste her.

   Michiru was just as excited as her lover by the proposition, and it
showed.  Haruka could feel her lover's heat against her back as Michiru
pinched and teased Haruka's nipples with her slender pianist fingers.

   Excited by Michiru's foreplay, Haruka's next suggestion turned even more
depraved.  "But it might bebetter to treat you like the meat you are now.
When your mama cooks, she makes sure her meat's nice and greasy so it
doesn't dry out.  Those slices of your leg are pretty greasy, and since
it's all your meat it'll probably help you taste better if you take one and
rub it all over your pussy as it cooks, both inside and out." Haruka
explained with excitement dripping from every word.

   Hotaru was in shock by the suggestion.  The idea of rubbing herself
with...  herself like that?  It would work, but it sent creepy shivers up
and down her spine.  Holding her meat like that, using it to baste her most
precious place?  Hotaru wasn't sure she could do it.

   The other option wasn't much better.  She wanted to give her papa the
best show possible, but if not for the blood and oil coating the inside of
her cunny, Hotaru would be completely dry.  That idea would only work if
she could cum, but Hotaru wasn't sure she could like this, as she fried
alive in a wok with strangers watching her.

   She needed a way to make herself juicier while also putting on the best
show possible for her Mama and Papa...

   Michiru tugged on Haruka's perky nipples as she leaned in to speak with
her.  "You know," Michiru mused idly at a whisper to make sure their
daughter couldn't overhear, "Hotaru's cunt looks pretty juicy to me..."
Michiru pinched lightly sending a jolt of pleasure through her lover, "You
just want to watch your little girl to fuck herself in front of strangers
again, don't you?" Michiru accused Haruka, though the husky undertones of
her voice made it quite clear that Michiru didn't disapprove at all.  "You
want to turn our innocent little girl into a dirty slut before you eat her,
don't you?"

   Haruka only moaned in response.

   The solution was obvious to Hotaru.  She needed both the show and the
meat to please her Papa.  "Why don't I do both, Papa?" She asked
innocently, not wanting to do either, but seeing no choice.  "I could use
the corn to push the meat into my cunny for you..." Hotaru continued, not
knowing the effect her words were having on her adoptive father.  "That
would make my muffin twice as juicy for you and mama...  when you eat it."
Hotaru shivered.

   Haruka licked her lips, though whether in hunger or in lust not even she
could tell.  "Yes, do both." Haruka ordered, huskily.  "In fact...  I want
to see you use that corn to stuff your womb full of meat for Michiru and me
to enjoy..."

   The look of naked hunger on her Papa's face frightened Hotaru, but as
she picked up the ear of corn she managed, just barely, to remind herself
that this was what she wanted, that she wanted her Papa to want her like
this, to want to eat her.  Of course, it helped that the thought of her
mama and papa biting into her special spot like they were so obviously
looking forward to filled her with a pleasant warmth.

   The waitress from earlier had finally finished turning Hotaru's legs
into slices of girl meat for the stir fry.  There were slices of her body
sizzling all around her in the wok, soaking up the grease and oil as they
fried.  In fact, a few of the slices had even landed on her belly while she
was distracted by watching her Mama feed Haruka-papa the first bites of
their dinner.

   Timidly, Hotaru brushed the reddened slices of meat from her body and
reached down just below her pussy, between where her legs would have been
had she still possesed them, to pick up a thin, mostly cooked, slice of
Hotaru-meat.

   The slice of Hotaru's leg felt greasy in her hand as she retrieved it.
It felt weird, knowing what it was in her hand, knowing that her papa
wanted it inside her.  Hotaru had to remind herself that she was meat now,
that people stuffed meat all the time, like haggis, or turkey.  She had to
remind herself that this would make her cunny taste better when her mama
and papa ate it, and they deserved the best meal she could make them.

   Trembling, Hotaru placed the slice of her leg over the entrance to her
privates and moved the ear of corn into position.  Her fingers shaking from
the fear and the pain of being fried, she pushed the meat inside her,
feeling it grease the petals of her flower just as Haruka-papa promised it
would.  Her fingers slipped inside her, but they weren't long enough to get
the slice of her leg-meat more than halfway there.

   "Mmmmm...  she looks so moist and shiny now." Michiru whispered to her
lover.  "I bet you can't wait for her to slam that corn into her ruined
cunt, can you?" Michiru asked.  "Don't you want to know if she enjoys it
just as much as you do?  Or..." Michiru smirked as she slowly kneaded
Haruka's breasts in her palms, "maybe you're hoping that she doesn't?" She
asked with a questioning lilt.

   Haruka couldn't tell.  She wasn't sure what she wanted to hear more, her
daughter talking about her filthy body and how much she was enjoying
cooking for her?  Or her daughter admitting how much she hated it, crying
from the pain, and then doing it anyway to please her.  The sight of her
daughter's hands trembling around the makeshift dildo decided it for her.

   "I want..." Haruka started.  There was a fire burning in her loins now
hotter than any she'd ever felt before and she knew the cause.  Hotaru's
innocent act was fun, but now?  "I want to see her slam that corn cock into
her slutty little cunt for us." Haruka paused, "I want to see her beg me to
demean her as she cooks for us..." Haruka admitted with a hint of shame,
"That's what I really want to see, Hotaru begging for more as she cooks,
thanking me for eating her, for letting her hurt like this.  I want to see
her fucking herself like a little whore while we watch..."

   Michiru smiled.  "Did you hear that Hotaru?" She asked the legless girl.
"Your papa wants you to tell her what a dirty slut you really are as you
fuck yourself full with that thing." Michiru nodded at the ear of corn
poised outside Hotaru's cunt.  "She wants to see you suffer while you beg
her for more." Michiru paused, "You don't want to disappoint your papa do
you?"

   Hotaru shook her head innocently as she tried to wrap her mind around
this new change.  She wasn't prepared for it.  The waitress had told her to
be "cute" and "innocent" back in the kitchen.  She'd told her that her papa
would love watching her innocent body ruined and destroyed, and it had
worked.  She'd seen how Haruka-papa looked at her.  She wanted her, wanted
to eat her.  She was excited in a way that Hotaru had never seen before,
and the way that Michiru-mama was touching her had only added to it.  It
wasn't easy, being "innocent" as she took her purity, as her mama and papa
ate her tushy in front of her while she fried, but it was something she
could do, because in her heart Hotaru was "cute" and "innocent."

   But this?  This was something different.  Hotaru knew that the show she
was putting on in public was dirty, playing with her pussy, using that
squash like that?  They weren't things nice girls did.  But she was doing
them for her papa, so didn't that make them okay?

   Hotaru wasn't sure.  Maybe she was a bad girl?  Maybe she really was a
slut?  Her papa certainly thought so, and her mama agreed...  She looked up
at the waitress standing next to the wok, the question of what to do
shining clearly in her eyes.  The waitress nodded back at her
encouragingly. Hotaru thought she knew what she had to do.

   "I'm a bad girl papa..." Hotaru explained as she spread the petals of
her pussy with one hand, wide enough so that her mama and papa could see
the way her own meat was stuffed inside her.  She pushed the makeshift corn
cock into her passage, moaning in pain as the remains of her rump shifted
against the hot wok below her.

   Without her legs, her mama and papa could see every detail of her pussy
as it engulfed the corn.  Her wailing moans sounded almost pleasurable.

   "You like that don't you?" Haruka asked cruelly.  "You love being
cooked. You can't help but fuck yourself when you think about us eating
you, can you?"

   "No papa!" Hotaru cried out, upset, not yet understanding what her
parents wanted from her.

   "Just admit it," Michiru instructed.  "Tell your papa how you planned
this.  Tell her how you fantasized about her eating you, about how you
dreamed about cooking for her every night like the little slut you really
are."

   Tears sprung to Hotaru's eyes.  Was it true?  She had planned out papa's
present, she'd imagined the look on her papa's face when she gave it to
her, imagined how happy Haruka-papa would be...  she couldn't deny that,
wondering what it was like.  No one had forced her to do it.  It was her
idea, Michiru-mama had made sure of it!  Did that mean she really was a bad
girl?  A dirty slut?

   "I...  am a slut papa!" Hotaru wailed as she absentmindedly fucked
herself with the corn in her hand.  "It was all my idea, I planned to get
cooked for you, I made the reservations.  Every night I thought about how
happy you'd be to eat me and I...  I touched my muffin as I thought about
you watching me, eating me, biting into my privates as you shared them with
Mama..." Hotaru admitted in a guilty rush.

   Haruka shivered in delight as she watched her erstwhile daughter admit
to everything in such a childish, innocent way.  Seeing her like this,
naked, vulnerable, exposed not just for her and Michiru, but for everyone
around to see?  Haruka had never felt anything like it.  "Mmmm... 
fingering yourself as you imagined us eating your pussy?  You really are a
dirty little slut, Hotaru.  Good girls don't want to be cooked and eaten
like this, but you do, don't you?  You want us to eat you!" Haruka
demanded.

   "I do, papa!" Hotaru admitted, realizing that she wasn't acting any
more, she really did want her mama and papa to enjoy her pussy together. 
"I want you to eat me, I want to die for you papa!  I want to die as you
eat my peach!" Hotaru's pace turned frenetic as she forced the corn into
her tortured cunt.  Each new thrust brought another twinge of pain, but
Hotaru only wanted more.

   "You can't help yourself can you?" Haruka asked, "You'd be fucking
yourself right now even if I told you not to, wouldn't you?" Haruka
demanded, enjoying the way that Michiru's skilled fingers played with her
in time to Hotaru's own unpracticed thrusts.

   Hotaru merely moaned in response, her papa's words only making her even
more eager.

   "I bet you're getting off on this, aren't you?" Haruka accused her meal.
"Well, sluts like you don't deserve to enjoy sex!" Haruka shouted at her
daughter.  "Fuck that corn harder!  I want it to hurt!  I don't care if it
breaks you, fuck that thing hard enough to drive your meat all the way to
your womb!" Haruka ordered mercilessly.

   Hotaru's eyes widened at her new order.  Hotaru didn't want to hurt,
she'd been careful to keep her thrusts just slow enough that they weren't
painful!  But...  it was her papa's big day!  This, all of this, she was
doing it for Haruka-papa!  So if Haruka-papa wanted her to suffer, then...
she'd give Haruka-papa exactly what she wanted!

   Gripping the corn-cock with both hands, Hotaru slammed it painfully home
into her newly greased pussy.  She could feel the meat from her leg
shifting inside her as her veggie-dildo forced it back towards her womb. 
The corn rubbed hard against Hotaru's bruised and still-bleeding passage as
the young girl's snatch squeezed down on it, smushing the cooked corn
against her soft inner walls and leaving just the cob and a few scattered
kernels behind.

   The kernels rasped against the wound that had replaced Hotaru's clit,
pulling a wailing moan from the mangled girl.  Despite her earlier
adventure with the zucchini, Hotaru's pussy was ill-used to the abuse she
was putting it through.  Her passage strained against the corn's girth with
each new thrust, screaming at her to let it rest, but she couldn't.  Her
mama and papa wanted this, wanted her to hurt for them, wanted to watch her
debase herself like this, and Hotaru was determined to give it to them.

   "That's more like it..." Haruka enthused around the mouthful of
Hotaru-meat Michiru had just fed to her.

   Michiru had resumed feeding both Haruka and herself from the bowls of
Hotaru stir fry the waitress had given them.  Michiru wasn't sure if there
was a more powerful aphrodisiac than the food she was eating right now.  It
wasn't just the taste, which was similar to pork but with a whole host of
delightful aftertastes.  No, it was more the warm feeling of the thin
slices of her daughter's meat on her tongue; the knowledge that this was a
meal she'd only be enjoying once, that was only possible to have once; it
was the sight of the young girl she'd raised and taken in as her own
debasing herself in front of her, fucking herself as she fried all for her
parents entertainment.  It had sparked a burning lust within her, and now,
Michiru wanted to watch Hotaru destroyed just as much as her lover did.

   Hotaru fucked herself brutally with the cob, forcing the sliced meat of
her own leg further into her body until finally, the pointed end of the cob
slammed into the wall protecting her womb.  It was her cervix, not that
Hotaru would call it that.  The cob protruded from her pussy even as it
bottomed out inside her.  Hotaru could still fit several fingers around the
cob, which made it much easier, though by no means easy, to do what came
next.

   The young girl groaned as she pushed the pointed cob past what felt like
the breaking point, using it to force open the gate to her womb.  She could
feel her own leg meat on the tip of the cob, greasing the way as she pushed
it inside the untouched space within her.  It was agonizing, forcing her
body to stretch in ways it wasn't meant to stretch just to satisfy her
parents' lustful urges.  Words left her and her world turned white with
pain as she forced the corn ever further inside her, pounding it deeper and
deeper as she slammed on the edge of the cob with a fist like a makesghift
hammer.

   Then finally, she could feel it.  The meat fell gently off the edge of
the cob until it landed in her womb, leaving hotaru with a greasy feeling
she'd never be able to wipe clean.  Hotaru gasped as she slowly wrenched
the cob freeher world and agonizing mix of pain, and something she didn't
quite recognize.

   "Mmm..  you taste absolutely heavenly, Hotaru." Michiru moaned around
her latest slice of her daughter's succulent rump.  "You really should
taste have a taste," Michiru suggested as Hotaru finished fucking the first
slice of her fried leg into her virginal womb.  Both of Hotaru's parents
could see inside her now, they watched as their daiughter gasped, nearly
spent as her battered cervix slowly clenched shut, "You're so much better
as our dinner than you ever were as our daughter." Michiru added, finishing
her devastating compliment.

   "She's right," Haruka agreed easily, "having you around was nice, but
after tasting you?  Every minute you spent not being cooked like this was a
waste.  You're clearly meant to be meat!" Haruka praised.  "In fact, try a
slice of your leg.  You'll agree with me." Haruka urged her former
daughter.

   Hotaru struggled to raise her head.  After having to eat her own clit,
tasting more of herself was the last thing she wanted to do.  But this
wasn't about her wants, was it?

   Picking up another slice of leg between her fingers, Hotaru lifted it to
her mouth.  As she bit down.  The differences from earlier overwhelmed her.
With her clit, Hotaru had been focused on the act.  It wasn't about the
taste, it was about being sweet and innocent and cute for her papa as she
watched her.  There was barely enough meat to taste anything last time
beyond a short savory jolt.  Now though?  That had changed.

   The slice in Hotaru's mouth was bursting with flavor, and Hotaru had
never tasted anything like it, anything like her...  It was almost like
bacon, but tender enough that the slice nearly dissolved in her mouth, and
frssher, as if the meat had come from some a wild animal instead of a
farm-raised pig.  Her leg was savory, but with undertones of sweetness and
spice, despite neither being used to cook her.

   Tears dripped from her eyes, Mama and Papa were right, she did taste
incredible.  She really was wasted as anything but dinner...  If her slutty
fantasies didn't confirm it, the incredible taste in her mouth did.  She
really was born to be meat.

   Haruka was losing herself in her own world as Michiru rubbed and flicked
her clit, playing her pussy like a violin.  She watched, half-lidded as her
daughter ate her own body at her whim and smiled happily as the legless
girl failed to hide just how much she enjoyed it.

   "You liked it didn't you?" Michiru asked when it became clear that
Haruka was enjoying herself too much to do so.  "I can see it in your
eyes..." Michiru grinned lecherously as she waited for an answer.  "Well?"

   "I taste wonderful, mama." Hotaru was distraught.  "You were right, I
need to be meat," Hotaru wailed through her tears; if only she'd thought of
it earlier, if only her Papa had asked to eat her!  "I'm sorry you wasted
so much time not eating..." Hotaru paused still unsure how to say it
correctly, "this slut..."

   The waitress looked down at Hotaru, she'd seen many girls cooked in her
time on the job, but very few managed to be as effortlessly enticing as the
meal in front of her was.  "Now that you've had your treat, you should get
back to stuffing that little womb full of tasty meat for your parents'
dinner." The waitress chided Hotaru before turning to Haruka and Michiru.
"Or would you rather I carve her filet out and serve it to you now?" The
waitress asked the disheveled pair as they shared the last remaining bowl
of Hotaru's fried rump.

   "We're still on the first course," Michiru answered, feeding Haruka
another delicious piece of Hotaru to emphasize her point, "and we're
definitely enjoying the show...  you don't need to end it just yet."

   Hotaru shivered as she realized that the "end of the show" as her mama
had phrased it really meant the end of her.  Her mind was a whirlwind as
she picked up another greasy slice of her own meat in one hand as the other
readied the corn she'd been using as a dildo.  She wanted her mama and papa
to eat her, she wanted nothing more than to die for them as they shared her
precious spot between them!  But at the same time, Hotaru didn't want to
die just yet...  There was a sinking feeling in her chest as she realized
that that slice of leg was the last thing she'd ever eat, that she'd die
with her own taste on her tongue telling her mama and papa what a whore she
was.  It terrified her almost as much as she wanted it!  It was too late to
stop now, but a part of her still wanted to, still wanted to climb out of
the hellish wok that was slowly frying her alive.  But the thought of the
open enjoyment and appreciation on her mama and papa's faces as she repaid
them for their care with her life stopped the thoughts from truly taking
root.

   Still, her desperate need to be eaten didn't stop Hotaru from fearing
the inevitable end of the night.  Frantically, Hotaru forced the meat
inside her cunny, desperate to hold onto life just a little bit longer.

   "You hear that?" The waitress asked Hotaru, "Your mama wants you get
back to stuffing that tasty womb of yours." The waitress continued as
Hotaru pushed the slice deeper into her slippery passage.

   The same action that had once made the girl cringe she now performed
eagerly, knowing what awaited her once she stopped.  Hotaru was so worried
about doing it right that she failed to notice the growing heat in her
privates that had absolutely nothing to do with the sizzling wok beneath
her and everything to do with the knowledge of her impending fate.

   "In fact, since we don't want you to burn and ruin your papa's meal,"
the waitress idly remarked, "you should stuff even more meat into your
filet so that we can carve it out of you quicker!" The waitress finished,
perkily, turning what had seemed like idle suggestion into both an order
and a threat.

   Hotaru sucked in a breath as the waitress ordered her around, she knew
she should be scared of it, but she just felt...  warmer.  She picked up
another slice of meat, having pushed the last piece as far inside her as
her young fingers could reach and quickly repeated the process.

   Haruka licked her lips.  The salty remnants of Hotaru's taste lingered
upon them, and Haruka didn't want to waste a single morsel.

   "It looks like you gobbled up that corn, there's hardly anything left
any more..." the waitress lamented a bit over dramatically as she looked at
the throughly used corn cob.

   Hotaru cringed in fear at the Waitress' tone, the last time the waitress
had acted like this she'd her clit carved off and fed to her!  Hotaru
dreaded finding out what the waitress' next plan for her was, even as the
strange warmth in her pussy pulsed stronger at the mere thought of it.

   Her dread didn't keep the nearly helpless girl from stuffing her muffin
with delicious smelling meat though, and as the waitress tapped at her chin
as if thinking, Hotaru's fingers flashed faster, filling her passage with
fried slices of her legs, and adding to the strange feeling building inside
her.

   Michiru meanwhile had noticed the waitress thinking as well, only
instead of fear, the idea just made her even more eager to hear how else
her former daughter might be forced to debase herself.

   "Why don't you use something sturdier?" The waitress suggested, picking
up a long, thick, peeled ginger root from inside the wok.  Hotaru watched
the root fearfully, she'd accidentally gotten ginger juice in a cut once
and it had hurt like nothing else.  Trembling, Hotaru feared taht she knew
just what the waitress intended for her to use to replace her corn. 
"Something like this?" The waitress offered, holding up the monstrous
gnarled root for inspection.

   "It's bigger than the corn was, so it'll handle the load of meat that
your meal had stuffed in her, and the juices will make her meat even more
delicious!" The waitress explained.  "Of course...  it is incredibly
painful...  I've seen it reduce grown women to tears even when they weren't
cooking!" She added.  "If you don't want your daughter to suffer, you
really shouldn't have her use this..." The waitress tempted.

   Of course, Haruka didn't mind watching Hotaru suffer at all.  "Hotaru,
take the ginger and use it to stuff your womb." She ordered almost
immediately.

   "And don't forget to thank the waitress for helping you taste better!"
Michiru added cheerfully.

   Hotaru was horrified, being cooked like this was already painful, and
now not only was she in for more, but she had to thank the waitress for
suggesting it?  But this was what her Pappa wanted!  Hadn't Haruka-papa
said she wanted to hear her beg for more, earlier?  Hadn't she said she
wanted to see her suffer?  And Hotaru needed to be meat, she wanted it more
than anything on the world now.  Did the pain really matter if it meant she
tasted better for her Mama and Papa?

   No, it didn't.

   Hotaru looked up at the waitress and thanked her earnestly, tears
flowing from her eyes.  "Thank you, Miss!  For helping me make my cunny
taste better for mama and papa!"

   The waitress smiled, genuinely surprised at Hotaru's gratitude.  She'd
been thanked before of course, many of the meals she'd served had been
degraded like Hotaru and forced to thank her, but even when they enjoyed
submitting to the request, they were never sincere like this.

   "I'm happy to help." The waitress admitted as she handed Hotaru the
peeled ginger root, "And I'm absolutely certain you'll be the best meal
your mama and papa have ever eaten!"

   Hotaru took the ginger root from her waitress and for the first time she
got a sense of the scale of the thing.  It was huge!  Not just long at just
over the length of the corn cob she'd forced into her womb, but also
incredibly wide at nearly twice the width of her previous makeshift dildo.

   "I...  I'm not sure this will fit..." Hotaru admitted trembling.

   "Force it." Haruka ordered, mercilessly.  "I don't care if it tears you
in two, I want your womb stuffed and that little cunt of yours seasoned."
Haruka continued as Michiru finished the last bite of rump with rice and
carelessly set the empty bowl down on the table in front of her.  "It's not
like you'll live much longer anyway," Haruka smiled, "We're almost ready
for the main course!"

   Hotaru placed the tip of the ginger root flush against the petals of her
flower, well aware of the way that the placement put fresh ginger juice
inches away from the exposed bundle of nerves that lay just beneath where
her clit used to be.  In her haste to follow instructions, Hotaru had
filled her pussy almost to bursting with her own leg meat, and now there
was barely any room left inside her for the new makeshift dildo in her
hands.  She could feel the ginger juice tingling against her sensitive
lower lips, and Hotaru dreaded just what would happen when she slipped the
dildo past the boundaries of her pussy.

   Haruka savored the fear in her daughter's eyes, secure in the knowledge
that even though she was well aware of the agony that would result, Hotaru
would use the ginger dildo anyway, just to please her.

   Michiru could barely wait to taste more of her former daughter, and only
the anticipation of the show which was about to start kept her from yelling
at Hotaru to stick it in immediately.

   Then, Hotaru's trembling hands slipped, accidentally dragging the
dripping tip of the dildo across her excised clit.

   "Yearrrgh!" Hotaru screamed.  The pain overtook her, causing her
weakened body to spasm violently, flowing back and forth in the sizzling
wok as she tried desperately to stop the pain.  Blindly, Hotaru pulled one
hand from the dildo to wipe the juices away from her skin, but Hotaru's
fingers were covered in even more ginger juice, prolonging the unbearable
agony!

   "Aaaaaaaaaugh!" She cried, tears completely blinding her to the
surrounding world as she writhed against the burning metal bowl beneath
her.

   Haruka watched in awe, committing the entire scene to memory, though she
knew it was all being taped anyway.

   Eventually, several minutes later, Hotaru stopped thrashing in pain and
retreived the juicy dildo which had already caused her such incredible
pain.

   "It's been a wonderful show so far, Hotaru," Michiru exclaimed as Hotaru
regained her senses, "I can't wait to see what happens to your slutty
little cunt when you use the dildo properly..."

   "Me...  too...  mama.." Hotaru managed to pant out while thinking just
the opposite.  Breathing heavily, Hotaru steeled herself and repositioned
the ginger-root dildo at the entrance to her muffin.

   "Th-thank you for...  for eating me..." Hotaru stammered, looking her
mama and papa in the eyes.  This might be her last time to thank them, to
beg them to eat her.  "And...  for letting me taste some of me too. 
Please, I hope you enjoy the rest of me, especially my...  my cunny."
Hotaru finished, shifting her fingers to get a better grip on the seeping
dildo for her final act before the end.

   Her hands steady, Hotaru cupped her hands around the base of the fake
cock and slowly, inexorably, began to force it's immense girth inside of
her.

   Haruka grinned as Hotaru began to whimper.  The ginger juice was
tingling harshly against the soft walls of her pussy now, and the only
thing Hotaru could think about was what would happen when the juice hit her
freshly busted hymen.

   It felt like she was being ripped apart.  The root was easily the
biggest thing she'd ever had inside her, and Hotaru's tiny young cunny
screamed at her as she desperately forced it inside.

   Slowly, inch by inch, Hotaru forced the burning dildo into her body. 
She could feel it crushing the meat inside her, smashing against it as she
desperately tried to fulfill her Papa's fantasies.

   Hotaru could feel the entrance to her womb buckle from the strain as
little by little, her greasy meat began to slip inside.

   "Aaaaaahhh!" Hotaru whimpered as she pushed further.  The pain was
incredible!  Her pussy felt like it was on fire, even as it felt like she
was ripping her body apart.  Still, this was what Haruka-papa wanted, so
Hotaru continued.

   She could feel the root inside of her, it was almost there.  The
agonizing strain that marked the dildo's progress had almost reached the
salty stinging pain of her torn virginity.  Hotaru's entire body trembled
with fear.  Her ruined, nipple-less breasts quivered as her body shook, but
Hotaru's hand barely quivered.

   She stopped.  She couldn't do it.  The pain was agonizing already.  If
she pushed any further?  Hotaru couldn't even imagine how bad it would be.

   "What are you waiting for?" Haruka asked as she noticed her daughter
hesitating.

   "It's at my hymen..." Hotaru explained.  "It's tearing me apart, papa!"
The legless girl begged.  "Please, papa!  Don't make me do this!" She knew
it was selfish, but surely Haruka papa would let her stop?  Her papa could
still eat her, could still carve out her special place!

   "Don't you want to be the perfect dinner?" Haruka asked' chiding her
daughter.

   "Yes, papa." Came the immediate, reluctant, reply from her daughter.

   "Don't you want to make me happy?" Haruka asked, each word weighing
Hotaru down with guilt.

   "Yes, papa!" Hotaru fervently agreed, desperately hoping that despite
the way Haruka-papa's questions were leading, her papa would let her stop.

   "You heard the waitress say that this would make you taste better didn't
you?" Haruka chided, noticing her daughter's wince before continuing. 
"Hotaru, I love you, and this is the grsatest gift anyone's ever given me.
The only thing that would make it better is if your mama and I got to watch
you use that dildo to tear your body apart." Haruka paused.  "You do want
to make it better, don't you?" Haruka asked, putting the final nail in
Hotaru's resistance in the process.

   "Yes, papa..." Hotaru agreed, "Please papa, I'm sorry for being so
selfish!  Please enjoy watching me hurt for you!" Hotaru felt the warmth
within her grow as she submitted to her Papa's will.  Eagerly she pushed
against the base of the ginger root cock, forcing it further into her
peach. Her body trembled from the strain as she instinctively clenched her
muscles against the intruder, but now that her papa had asked her to,
Hotaru couldn't stop herself from pushing.

   Haruka watched as her daughter writhed and cried as the dildo forced
it's way even further into her pussy.  Haruka could see the silhouette of
the ginger root cock inside her daughter, bulging against her hairless
pubic mound as she trembled from the strain of forcing the agonizing
intruder into her almost untouched privates.

   "Fuck it harder Hotaru!" Haruka yelled out her abusive encouragement. 
"I want to see you hurt!"

   "AAAAAAAAAAGH!" Hotaru screamed as the ginger root hit the torn remains
of her virginity.  The agony was indescribable!  Ginger juice was roughly
forced into her still bleeding wounds even as the root itself brutally
stretched her tiny passage to the brink of tearing!  Hotaru's eyes rolled
back in her head until only the whites were visible.  She could feel her
crushed leg meat inside her, smashed against the door to her womb and
slowly breaking it down.  The only thing that made the pain even slightly
bearable was knowing that her mama and papa were watching her, happy she
was breaking herself apart for their pleasure.

   Finally enough was enough.  Hotaru's fragile body hit the breaking
point. With a loud snapping sound and an excruciating tearing sensation,
Hotaru's cervix gave way all at once.  The pressure she applied to the root
yielded immediate results as the root eagerly slammed the meat home inside
her the breached her womb itself in the same brutal stroke, smearing her
ruined cervix with agonizing ginger juice as it passed.

   Haruka came like a hydrant as Hotaru's cunt gave way.  The pain of
breaking had knocked her out, but Haruka didn't mind the way she twitched
and cried as she held the ginger root in place in a death-grip.  Even
unconscious it looked like her daughter was desperately trying to fulfill
her papa's orders.  Haruka was glad this was being recorded because the
sight of her daughter twitching desperately, stuffed so full of her own
meat she looked two months pregnant, still feebly thrusting her hips in a
parody of sexual pleasure, was a sight she'd love to revisit over and over
again.

   Michiru almost came herself as Haruka bucked beneath her hands.  The
sight of her daughter frying in front of her, her cunt completely useless
now was erotic, but the smell of her cooking?  It was like nothing else in
the world.  Michiru wasn't sure which she was looking forward to more, the
taste of her daughter's sex on her lips, or the unbelievable sex she'd be
having with Haruka after they finished their daughter off.  Either way,
Michiru would remember tonight forever.

   Hotaru slowly came back to herself.  All she could feel was pain.  Her
back and the remnants of her harvested rump were frying merrily against the
wok, her pussy was a mass of concentrated agony.  Hotaru could see the
bulbous ginger root sticking out from between her legs, flavoring her peach
even as it kept the meat she'd stuffed inside herself from escaping.  Her
mind dazed, Hotaru pulled at the root.

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!" Hotaru cried out in agony as her feeble grasp
failed to pull the ginger free from her body.

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Came the second cry, even louder now as she
pulled once more.  Beneath the layers of excruciating pain, Hotaru could
feel the ginger root barely shifting inside her, wriggling just enough to
smear even more of her brutalized muffin with its agonizing juices.

   Of course, this display left its own mark on Haruka and Michiru. 
Instead of coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, the sight
reinvigorated Hotaru's papa, leaving her hungrier and hornier than she'd
ever felt before.  Michiru could feel her lover's box clenching and
dripping eagerly around her fingers, desperate for more.

   Of course, the sight inspired Michiru as well, she was on the cusp of
what felt like the biggest climax she'd ever experienced.  Watching Hotaru,
stuffed and broken by the ginger root in her cunt, feebly trying to free it
from her battered body even as a small trickle of blood leaked from her
stuffed snatch as the only evidence of the damage she'd wrought on her body
in her zeal to please her Papa?  It was incredible!  And the way that
Haruka's back rubbed and shuddered against Michiru's sensitive breasts only
hastened her impending release.

   "Take it out.  You only look like you're a month or two pregnant and
there's plenty of leg meat left." Haruka happily ordered her erstwhile
daughter.  "I want you looking like you're about to bust from your own meat
before your Mama and I eat you!"

   Hotaru pulled at the ginger dildo, desperate to please her papa, but the
pain was too intense!  Even a feeble tug was excruciating!  Her vision
flashed white as she tried, but she couldn't!  The root was firmly planted
in her torn cervix!  She'd knock herself unconscious before she managed to
remove it!

   Tears streamed from her eyes...  "I'm sorry papa, I can't..."

   The look of disappointment in her papa's eyes was almost more than she
could bear.

   Although Haruka was sad the show was over, Michiru wasn't quite ready to
give up yet.  "You couldn't even stuff yourself properly without ruining
your body, could you?" Michiru asked rhetorically.  "You're as useless as
your broken cunt, Hotaru."

   The waitress looked down on the half-harvested girl beneath her and,
knowing that Hotaru wanted to please her Mama and Papa more than anything,
took pity on her.

   "There is one way to continue the show." The waitress stated.  "Your
daughter's pussy may be damaged, but it also looks just about ready to eat.
Normally I'd harvest it for you, but if you'd prefer, I can let your dinner
harvest herself...  While you watch of course." The waitress paused.  "The
cuts probably won't be as neat as mine would be, and it will definitely
take her longer to harvest her filet than it would take me to do it, but
you seem like you might actually prefer that." The waitress inclined her
head waiting for an answer.

   Hotaru trembled in fear.  The waitress had given her a way to redeem
herself for failing her mama and papa, but...  Hotaru wasn't sure she
could. Her entire body shivered at the thought of it as if warring with
itself.  On the one hand, submitting like that?  Destroying herself for
Haruka-papa?  It sent a pleasant eager warmth through her whole body
completely unlike the painful heat of the wok she was frying on.  But on
the other hand, the idea of carving her own muffing out for her mama and
papa?  It terrified her!  The pain alone she could overcome, but what if
she messed up?  What if she accidentally destroyed her peach before her
mama and papa could taste it?  Hotaru quaked at the mere thought of
disappointing her parents again on her final night with them!

   "Hmm..." Michiru mused.  After the way Haruka had pepped up at the mere
mention of Hotaru harvesting her own pussy for them to eat, there was
really no choice at all between the two options, but Hotaru didn't have to
know that.  "I don't know if Hotaru can do it.  She can't even stuff
herself correctly, and now you want her to carve dinner?" Michiru shook her
head.  "I don't know..." she trailed off.

   "Please!" Hotaru pleaded, just like Michiru had planned.  "Please, Mama!
I know I'm a..." Hotaru paused, desperately grasping for what her mama had
called her earlier, her lips trembling as the words passed through them, "a
useless, broken, cunt...  But please!  Let me do this for Haruka-papa!  Let
me show her I'm a good girl!"

   "Hmmm..." Michiru pretended to consider it for a minute.  "I don't
know...  Are you sure you can do it?"

   Hotaru nodded quickly, then stopping as a wave of dizziness hit her from
the combination of the sudden movement and the heat in the wok.  "Yes!  I
promise I can, Mama!" Hotaru reassured Michiru.

   "Make her proud, Hotaru." Michiru urged her.

   The waitress handed Hotaru a knife, a fileting knife for her own filet.
The young girl's fingers trembled as they took it, fearing the pain to
come.

   Tears welling in her eyes, Hotaru tried to steel herself, but despite
her determination, both of her parents could see the terrified little girl
she really was.  Fearful, Hotaru looked down her body at her much abused
pussy.  It burned, as much from the spatter of hot oil as the leaking
ginger root stuck inside; but Hotaru forced herself to look at it anyway.

   Her battered young slit looked broken.  It was stretched omscenely
around the gigantic ginger root dildo, a dildo so big that Hotaru could see
the outline bilging against her skin from inside of her.  Blood leaked from
the edges of her twat.  Hotaru had felt something break inside her, and as
she watched the blood flowing down she realized that her broken cervix was
probably as bad as it felt.

   Hotaru had had pieces carved from her before, but none of them had been
as sensitive as her pussy.  Still, this wasn't about her, or her fear, this
was about giving papa the best dinner ever.  Hotaru looked up, Haruka-papa
was leaning in eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation.  Even Michiru-mama
looked impatient for what was to come.

   Despite herself, Hotaru lowered the knife to her young twat and began to
carve.

   "AaaAaah!" Hotaru panted as she placed the knife at the gap between her
pussy and her left leg and began to carve.  The cut wasn't clean.  Even
under perfect conditions Hotaru's hand would have shaken, but now?  With
the ruins of her ass sizzling against the wok, and the ginger juice seeping
into every tiny tear in her pussy made by the over-sized dildo she'd used
to break it?  Hotaru's hands shook terribly, making a jagged slice deep
into her already partially cooked muscles.

   Michiru traced her daughter's work with a single finger around her
lover's sopping cunt.  Her slippery fingers spreading a mixture of Haruka's
arousal and the grease from their adopted daughter's meat all around
Haruka's slit.

   Hotaru was breathing heavily as she twisted the knife around to cut
below her ginger-stuffed twat.  The cuts were deep, they had to be in order
to free the next part of her parents' dinner from her body; and it was
extremely hard to use the knife when it was thrust into her flesh all the
way to the hilt, but somehow, Hotaru managed.

   Centimeter by agonizing centimeter, Hotaru carved out her tortured
little peach as her parents watched enthralled.  Tears slipped down her
cheeks as the pain threatened to overwhelm her, but Hotaru continued
carving.  This wasn't about her, she didn't matter; this was about making
sure that Haruka-Papa and Michiru-Mama had the perfect meal.  She was just
their dinner now, and no one cared if their dinner got hurt when they
prepared it.

   Haruka's cunt was throbbing with anticipation.  Hotaru's show was
arousing her like nothing she'd ever experienced before.  And Michiru's
fingers lightly teasing, and greasing, her own pussy as she traced Hotaru's
actions on her blonde lover certainly wasn't making her any less aroused.
The sight of their adopted daughter, frying, nipple-less, slowly carving
out her over-stuffed privates for no other reason than their culinary
enjoyment, it fanned a lust-filled fire in Haruka that the blonde haired
tomboy wasn't sure would ever fade.

   Hotaru cried and whimpered as she carved, the ginger-juice getting into
every new cut she made, filling it with agony.  Still, Hotaru persisted. 
She was almost halfway done, the bottom half of her mutilated puss was
beginning to slide out of her, her blood and melted fat coating the blade
of the knife to make carving her precious spot out of herself just the
slightest bit easier.

   Michiru was salivating, heavily, as she watched the edge of Hotaru's
knife make it to the ruins of her clit.  The violinist's own cunt was
leaking as she remembered watching the Waitress feeding her little girl
Hotaru's own clit, and watching Hotaru's obviously faked relish as she ate
it.  Michiru had always thought there was something endearing about
Hotaru's earnest and innocent nature, but watching her girl pretend to
enjoy this, pretend to be the slut that they all could plainly see she
wasn't, just so that she and Haruka would enjoy her final gift to them even
more?  It was hotter than anything Michiru had ever watched, ever done, in
her entire life.  The smell of her daughter frying was delicious, better
than anything Michiru had ever smelled in her life; but a part of Michiru,
a large part, wanted to skip the rest of their dinner and drag Haruka home
with her so that they could begin to satisfy the feelings that Hotaru had
so earnestly installed in them.

   The knife slipped forward without resistance.  At first, Hotaru didn't
realize what that meant, it took a second, but once the half-fried girl
felt her ginger-stuffed flower began to slide out of her Hotaru realized,
She'd finished.  She'd done it, she'd carved out her pussy for mama and
papa...

   The waitress grabbed the succulent piece of meat, deftly pulling out the
ginger root and dropping it on Hotaru's chest, leaving the girl's now empty
severed twat obscenely gaping.  Haruka could see her daughter's face
through the steaming O-shaped ring of succulent meat the waitress held in
her hand.  She committed the image to memory; the sight of her daughter,
exhausted, legless, her face pale, and her body trembling, her eyes staring
at Haruka in earnest hope, her only desire that her adoptive Mama and Papa
enjoy her meat together.  Haruka's eyes drank in every detail, from
Hotaru's slowly bronzing skin sizzling against the pan, to the gaping wound
left behind by her gift, slices of greasy leg meat slipping out from the
entrance to her womb now that Hotaru's cunt and the ginger root filling it
were no longer keeping them in place.

   The waitress placed Hotaru's steaming twat in Haruka's bowl of rice, and
with a deft flash of her knife, carved their daughter's succulent filet
into two pieces, separated at the base and top of Hotaru's privates into
each of her lower lips.  Michiru reached for the cunt with her chopsticks
but the waitress shook her head, warning Hotaru's adoptive mother not to
start just yet.

   Hotaru lay panting, frying, bleeding in the wok, unable to move.  Her
strength leaking out of her from her wounded privates.  Her vision was
dimming, and darkness encroached on the edges of her sight, but she wasn't
done yet.  She wanted...  she wanted to see this through.  The waitress had
told her in the kitchen that a girl's special place was the most tender and
delicious part of her, and Hotaru wanted to see her Mama and Papa try hers,
to know that they ejoyed it before she finally let go.

   It was hard to focus, but Hotaru could see the waitress chide her Mama
to wait, before walking back to her.  Hotaru blinked, confused, as the
waitress bent down to whisper in her ear, her hand vanishing beneath
Hotaru's sight.

   "Just hang on for another minute or so, there's one last thing your
parents need from you to make this dinner perfect."

   Hotaru blinked.  One last thing?  What did she have left?  She'd given
them her butt, her nipples, her legs, even her precious place, soon they'd
have everything, once she finished frying.  Hotaru wasn't sure what was
left.

   "Ah!" Hotaru let out a cry as she felt something brushing against the
ruined remains of where her puss used to sit.  She thought it was the
waitress' hand, but she couldn't see for sure, not with the waitress
herself blocking her view.

   "AHHH!!" Hotaru cried as she felt the waitress yanking at something
inside her.  She could see her stuffed belly moving just beneath the
waitress's hanging breasts.

   "Just one more pull and..."

   "Augh!" Hotaru whimpered as her belly suddenly deflated, going from two
month's pregnant to slightly sunken in a single instant as the waitress
pulled out the young girl's womb in a well-practiced motion.

   "Tada!" The waitress announced, holding Hotaru's womb by the entrance so
that her customers could watch the young girl's ovaries dangling beneath
it.

   It was large, stuffed full of Hotaru's own meat until it was bigger than
her Papa's fist, and Hotaru stared, stunned at the thought that that had
been inside of her.  She felt empty now, as if now that her privates and
her womb were missing, she was less than before.  Not a girl any longer,
not without her puss.  She wasn't even girl-meat, not without her nipples,
or her bottom.  She was just meat now, Hotaru realized, finally, just
dinner for her Mama and Papa, and nothing else.

   Michiru-Mama and Haruka-Papa had turned away from her now gazing at the
waitress holding her former womb.  Hotaru was fading fast, the heat was
unbearable now, the pain a constant roaring from her frying nerves, but she
still watched as the waitress set her womb into Haruka-papa's bowl and
swiftly chopped it, and the tantalizing meat within into bite-sized slices.
Hotaru couldn't see inside the bowl, she couldn't see the way pieces of her
roasted womb mingled with the fryed slices of her leg as they surrounded
the two large sections of Hotaru's cooked filet; but she could see her Mama
and Papa eating them, the delight clear on their faces as they savored
every morsel.

   "This, is absolutely incredible," Hotaru heard her Papa exclaim.

   "Thank you, Haruka..." Michiru replied.  Hotaru recognized one of her
own roasted ovaries, caught between her chopsticks.  "If it wasn't for your
little joke, we never would have tasted this."

   "Or seen it!" Hotaru listened to Haruka gush, as the darkness settled
in, stealing her vision.  "Even without the video, I don't think I'll ever
forget that amazing show." Hotaru listened to her Papa say, through a
half-full mouth.

   "What do you think about getting the rest of her wrapped to go after we
finish this bowl, I want to show you just how happy this Father's Day gift
has made me..." Michiru offered slyly, as she bit down on a succulent piece
of her daughter's filet.

   "Mmmmm...  You know, I wouldn't mind adopting another daughter...  if
this is the reward for it..." Haruka moaned around another bite of Hotaru's
delicious thighs.

   "You know...  I wouldn't mind either..." Michiru replied as Hotaru
finally faded away, a smile gracing her face.