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Fiction / Piggie Plumpkins at FemcanCon 2020 Episode 4
« Last post by morselman on December 06, 2019, 04:13:36 AM »
Piggie Plumpkins at FemcanCon 2020
By morselman

Episode 4.

FemcanCon Banquet Night had arrived at last! All the winning bidders for portions of Plumpkins were in attendance eagerly awaiting their share, plates and silverware at the ready. The dining tables where they were seated encircled a central raised platform connected to a catwalk, allowing them to observe each and every detail of Plumpkins’ preparation for the meal. He was currently on the platform, strapped into a sturdy steel CBT chair that securely held his legs wide apart exposing his helpless genitals.

The adorably cute J-POP femcan strolled jauntily onto the catwalk sporting a red Benihana chef hat and pinafore apron atop an ultra-frilly silk Lolita style dress. Her high skirt exposed fluffy long bloomers beneath a cloud of petticoats. She pushed a well equipped kitchen cart before her and halted next to Plumpkins, raining a shower of wet kisses upon his nervously sweating brow. “I brought you a very especial surprise Plumpykins!” She said with a wink, beaming at him with a broad toothy smile.

She reached into the cart and gleefully brought out an Iwatani Cooking Torch! She raised it up to show the crowd, which emitted a collective gasp of utter delight. She then produced a set of metal tongs, a Bahn Mi sandwich roll and a selection of condiments. Setting the torch alight, she carefully adjusted the flame to a gentle blue feather. Grasping Plumpkins’ member with the tongs she lightly caressed his shaft with the flame.

Plumpkins began to stiffen from the stimulation, despite his terror. Giving out a piercing squeal, he frantically struggled against the bonds strapping him into the chair. All the femcans leaned forward in their seats, anticipating a highly entertaining display of culinary art. 

“Now my very excitable piggie--we see how much your wiener like REAL excitement!” She turned up the flame and it’s excruciating blue tongue was licked rapidly over his entire penis, careful to heat it evenly. Plumpkins howled like a blaring siren! When the skin of his entire penis had turned brilliant red--as if severely sunburned--she suddenly halted...

“We take break now for quicky, ah so Plumpykins?” the J-POP femcan slid down her silk bloomers and climbed atop his erection, slipping its seared shaft inside her! Plumpkins stopped crying in mid-sob as he watched with surprise--but instead of getting pleasure from being inside her sweet young pussy, his penis was suffering from a first degree burn and the friction was absolute torment!

This obviously delighted the J-POP femcan and she giggled with glee at the delicious irony. “Cooked piggie wiener make me VERY VERY VERY MUCH HORNEY!!!” she declared and clamping down tight began gyrating so wildly that the frills and petticoats of her Lolita outfit fluttered like wings. Plumpkins let out a long piteous groan of agony--which produced uproarious laughter from all the watching femcans, who were having the absolute time of their lives!

The J-POP femcan finally stopped and climbed off Plumpkins after enjoying multiple orgasms. “Alright Plumpykins--playtime over…” After catching her breath, she turned up the cooking-torch to full throttle! Plumpkins howled at the top of his lungs as she proceeded to caramelize his penis in short order--which was now even more sensitive than before! Soon it was crisped to absolute perfection and she slathered it with condiments, then carefully cradled it within the Bahn Mi sandwich roll.

Kneeling on a soft silken cushion, she placed her adorable face between his legs. Looking up at him with her cute brown Bambi-like eyes, she bared her dainty brilliantly white teeth and took a vicious bite right through his glans! Plumpkins screamed and ejaculated simultaneously, delighting the femcan by providing her an additional condiment.

She proceeded to devour her “piggie wiener sandwich” with gusto, emitting a chorus of yummy-yum noises the entire time! Plumpkins burst into pathetic whining and sobbing, shaking his head--emitting cries of horrified disbelief “NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!” He was stuck in a nightmare that he just COULD NOT WAKE UP FROM!!!!

After her repast was finished, the gathered femcans rose enthusiastically from their seats and gave a standing ovation as the J-POP femcan bowed repeatedly, expressing humble gratitude at their praise. She leaned over and gave Plumpkins a big hug, looked into his tear filled eyes sincerely and said “Thank you Plumpykins for a very very much delicious meal!” She then jauntily strolled off the platform, leaving the kitchen cart.

The Concierge femcan then strutted out wearing a skin tight leather “Cat-Woman” suit--complete with an eared cowl atop her head. She spun about in front of Plumpkins with a smirk, showing off her curves. She then reached into the kitchen cart and pulled out a collection of bowls, measuring and cooking utensils , a bottle of beer, an egg, small bags of flour and cornmeal, then spices, seasonings and vegetable oil. Finally a small electric deep fryer joined the rest of the items set on top of the cart.

Leaning close to Plumpkins she whispered into his ear “I prefer piggie testicles cooked Rock Mountain Oyster style!” With a wink she folded out a small platform from under the CBT chair that created a tray right below his groin. A bowl was filled with beer, seasonings and spices then set on the tray just beneath his scrotum sack, which she promptly sliced open with a keen edged chef’s knife--dropping his now skinless testes, still connected to him, to soak in the beer marinade. Plumpkins let out a yelp as the fizzing liquid proceeded to tenderize his jewels alive.

The Concierge femcan then commenced to prepare her batter on the cart’s top as Plumpkins watched helplessly. Whisking the egg in a bowl vigorously until smooth, she poured in the remaining beer and combined carefully measured potions of flour and corn meal with the liquid, humming a cheerful tune softly to herself. This batter bowl then was swapped with the marinade bowl on the chair’s groin tray so as to encase Plumpkins’ morsels within the preparation.

She then made ready the electric deep fryer by plugging it in and adding the oil. When it became sizzling hot, she lowered the tray until the batter bowl dropped below his dangling nuggets, now thickly coated, and slid the fryer in place.

Giving Plumpkins a sultry smile, the Concierge femcan ever-so-slowly raised the tray, and the crowd began to titter with amused anticipation. As the spitting and sputtering liquid approached, Plumpkins whimpered and struggled futilely--then screeched like a banshee from the most tormented corner of Hell as his living testicles gently settled into the roiling oil! The femcans all cheered with absolute glee. She turned to the crowd and explained “I’ll know they’re cooked when they float back up to the top…”

In a few minutes they were done to a crispy T. She lowered the tray, replaced the fryer with a plate, pulled a folding stool and silverware from the cart. Sitting before him, she ever so slowly cut ever so painfully thin slices of poor whimpering Plumpkins’ tender “oysters”--which already ached excruciating from being deep fried alive!

She delicately put each slice on her tongue, slowly chewing with eyes closed in ecstasy, moaning soft yummy noises as Plumpkins watched in utter horror. After finishing her snack, she waved to the cheering crowd and packed everything up into the cart, and pushing it before her as she sashayed her way off the platform.

Plumpkins barely had a chance to morn the loss of his genitals when he was presented with a sight that caused him to quail with even more terror and dismay--the security femcan was rolling an absolutely horrific looking electric rotisserie BBQ cart onto the platform! “I designed and built this rig myself, piggie…” she said, beaming with pride.

It’s huge horizontal spit rod positively bristled with wickedly arranged meat forks and piercing hooks to firmly secure a victim piggie by deeply puncturing into and through his struggling flesh. It was equipped with two separate banks of heating elements, precisely spaced for cooking the upper and lower parts of his body separately while carefully avoiding the belly area’s vital organs--thus prolonging life during the entire slow cooking process.

“Cookin’ piggies is a hobby of mine--I am a fully qualified BBQ chef. In fact my homemade bastin’ sauce is a multiple award winner!” She was wearing a tight fitting assless black leather dress that prominently displayed her ample bare buttock cheeks. A stained tan leather apron was atop it, with the cleavage of her huge ebony breasts bulging out above. An enormous fluffy black leather chef’s toque hat adorned with spiked rivets crowned her head, completing the ensemble.

She smiled broadly with a gentle chuckle at seeing the wound where his manhood used to be. “Now THAT’S how I like my piggies!” she said with a nod of satisfaction. “No more mischief from you!” She placed her hands on her voluptuous hips, leaned back and let out a hearty laugh that was joined by all the gathered femcans. Plumpkins burned all over with utter humiliation.

She then swung out two hoist arms mounted on each end of the BBQ cart and hooked their chains to the top and bottom of the CBT chair. Whirring electric motors cranked the chair up from the floor until level with the spit rod. She then rotated her captive into a horizontal position.

“I also designed this chair, as an accessory to my BBQ cart.” She flipped down the center section of the chair’s seat bottom, exposing Plumpkins’ anus. “BTW--the Concierge contributed to the design of the testicle tray portion you have already enjoyed...” she said, smirking as she took the cart’s spit rod off it’s mounts, unclamping the meat forks and hooks to reveal a smooth shaft.

She then placed the sharp tip of the rod’s forward end right up into his quivering butt hole. The femcans all rose from their seats and chanted “SPIT HIM! SPIT HIM! SPIT HIM!…”
 
End of episode 4…
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by andygray on December 05, 2019, 11:07:49 AM »
Although the story is Brilliant I cant wait for your revisions, Especially if his mom joins his aunt and they fuck each other. Him slowly roasting in the hot oven as he watches his Mom getting fucked by his Aunt as she looks at him and talkes to him. Watching the cucumber slide in and out of the very place he came out of. Him also having a clear view of the hole his digested remains will evenyualy slide out of.   
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Photoshop / Re: Eu sunt invitat la o plimbare in pădure de o prietena
« Last post by ozarkdude on November 30, 2019, 09:36:17 PM »
 I like your stories or topics, however they do not have good resolution, apparently you are using an old software. I recommend Picassa, Adobe Photoshop or even Microsoft Paint.     ;-)
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Photoshop / Eu sunt invitat la o plimbare in pădure de o prietena
« Last post by Ionutzaaa on November 30, 2019, 06:28:28 PM »
Sunt somat să fug
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by ovenfetishman on November 29, 2019, 11:18:24 PM »
I also love it great story
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Photoshop / Re: The Feast
« Last post by ozarkdude on November 29, 2019, 02:50:52 PM »
Butchering the meat...apparently they got some fresh steaks and sausages !!
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by ToddSalt on November 29, 2019, 11:57:34 AM »
This story is brilliant, it is everything I love in a femcan story!!! Very well done!!! I would love to read more stories like this with Mother and Aunt .
Mabey one were they secretly fatten him a little. I would of loved if his mom and Aunt would have fucked each other with the cucumber while he was slowly roasting in the oven. But once again BRILLIANT WORK!!!

I did not make this story as long or detailed as it could have been, because I only wrote it in a day and wanted to get it posted before Thanksgiving, lol. But, I will go back and revise/expand it at some point so maybe then I can bring mom in on that cucumber action, it's a nice idea ;D
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by andygray on November 28, 2019, 02:58:48 PM »
This story is brilliant, it is everything I love in a femcan story!!! Very well done!!! I would love to read more stories like this with Mother and Aunt .
Mabey one were they secretly fatten him a little. I would of loved if his mom and Aunt would have fucked each other with the cucumber while he was slowly roasting in the oven. But once again BRILLIANT WORK!!!
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by WhitePill on November 28, 2019, 02:13:33 PM »
Good story , thanks
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Fiction / Re: Femcans-Giving (a holiday story)
« Last post by ToddSalt on November 28, 2019, 02:26:41 AM »
(continued from previous post)

Over the next several hours, Kyle had an intense series of strange dreams.

First he dreamed that his family was stripping his clothes off, right on the couch where he’d fallen asleep. Part of his brain understood that he must be dreaming, and that he was dreaming about this because of all the strange treatment from his family.

But what was more, he also had a full erection as they stripped him naked. And more perversely, the women of his family couldn’t keep their hands off it. His mother, his sister, his aunt, his hot cousins and their mothers, all of them took turns squeezing and fondling his cock and balls. Kyle was leaking precum all over himself, and the women kept slurping it off his cock like a runny ice cream cone.

Kyle knew his dreams had been influenced by Thanksgiving too, since he also imagined that as this was going on, the females of his family kept talking about him like he was food. Not just how his cock and balls would be delicious, but how his arms and legs and entire body would be succulent meat for tomorrow’s feast.

And in his dream, Kyle’s mother and sister took him to his aunt’s backyard, where they shaved all the hair from his body and ran a hose up his anus to wash out his insides. That part of the dream wasn’t nearly so pleasant.

The last part of his dream was more enjoyable than that, at least. Kyle imagined he was brought down to his aunt’s basement and left to soak in a giant hot tub overnight. Oddly enough, the water was thick and viscous and smelled of herbs and spices, like some kind of marinade.

———

The next day, Kyle woke up from his long sleep into a true nightmare.

He was back upstairs, but this time in his aunt's kitchen, hogtied and in a giant cooking pan, naked!

He was also, in fact, shaved completely bald.

Realizing that his dreams had come true, Kyle tried to scream. But the apple lodged in his mouth cut out any hopes of him making protests.

Gathered around the kitchen island, the females of his family were clad only in white aprons and nothing else. Kyle felt brushes moving along his body, and realized he was being basted.

His mom, aunt and sister stepped in front of his view and leaned forward, their pendulous breasts nearly spilling out the tops of their tight, low-cut aprons.

“Good morning, sweetie” his mom said in a warm, motherly voice.

“More like, ‘Good Afternoon’!” his sister laughed. “Happy Thanksgiving, bro!”

Kyle tried again to scream through the apple in his mouth, but to no avail.

His Aunt Carrie ran her tongue along the upper row of her gleaming white teeth.

“Mmm-mm! You look so good, nephew, I could just eat you up!”

As everyone in the room laughed, Kyle looked up pleadingly at his mom for some kind of explanation. Being his mother, June sensed this and gently stroked his cheek.

“There there, sweetie. You know what’s happening, don’t you? Your aunt Carrie, your sister and I - all of us here, we’re going to have you for our Thanksgiving dinner today. I know it must seem strange, dear, but you’ve grown into such a delicious looking hunk of man that we just couldn’t resist.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have walked around the house so much in just your boxer shorts, bro!” laughed Bethany. “You were just lookin’ too yummy, ya kinda asked for it!”

June wiped the tears from her son’s eyes.

“You see, sweetie, mommy is a femcan. That just means ‘female cannibal.’ All of us women in the family are, now. Your aunt was the one who got us all started on it…Starting with me, when she suggested we eat your father a couple years back.”

Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his eyes darted over to his aunt with pure shock and horror.

His aunt Carrie simply smiled, and winked at him again.

“He was delicious” she said with an evil grin. “Didn’t you think so, sis?”

“Your father gave me more pleasure as a meal than he ever did as a husband” his mother said matter-of-factly. “And now you’re going to give your body to the women of this family, just as he did. It will bring us all so very close together, and you’ll be part of us forever. Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetie?”

“Like father, like son!” he heard his cousin Kelly laugh. “At least, I hope so…flavor-wise!”

Kyle’s mother kissed him on the forehead. He looked over to his sister, staring at him with the eyes of a predator. Had she really eaten their own father, two years earlier?

“Okay” said Bethany, “Enough of this lovey-dovey stuff! Let’s get him ready!”

A cheer went up around the room and Kyle felt terrified of what their words could mean. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Without warning, the helpless young man felt a funnel get shoved up his ass and within seconds, a half-dozen female hands were shoving a mixture of breadcrumbs, onions, celery and other vegetables up into his stomach.

He was being stuffed like a turkey.

Howling into his apple-gag, Kyle almost lost consciousness again through the pain of his culinary anal rape that seemed to last for hours. All the while every inch of his bare shaven skin was coated with oil and butter.

One of his cousins put on some music, and the women resumed their chattering as they went about the grotesque preparations for their cannibal feast.

Whenever the ladies passed in front of Kyle, he could see the bubble butts of his cute cousins - not to mention his sister - poking out from behind their aprons. Even the older ladies’ rumps were a nice eyefull - full and plump. And when someone stood facing directly away from him, Kyle also got some good glimpses of puffy, meaty pussy lips in between the legs of his family’s younger, fitter females.

None of it was enough to keep his mind from the pain, however.

After what felt like an eternity, they finished their preparations just as Kyle heard a beeping sound.

“The oven’s ready!” his aunt exclaimed happily.

“All right!” his sister said. “Time to roast his ass!”


Kyle’s heart sank into his stomach, now full of stuffing.

“You didn’t put the temperature up too high, did you sis?” his mother asked.

“No way” she answered. “I remember it went way too fast last year. Kyle’s going to be a nice slow-cooker!”

It took several women to carry him into the industrial-sized oven his aunt had installed in her kitchen. Once the door slammed shut, it felt almost comfortable, like a sauna.

But only for a few seconds. Then, his skin began to sizzle and he could smell himself cooking.

The next several hours were spent in hellish agony as Kyle slow-cooked to death, occasionally being granted a minute’s reprieve when he was taken out to be basted in his own juices. His various cousins took turns both coating him with their brushes, while teasing him with silly questions.

“Having fun in there, cuz?” giggled Abby.

“Too bad you can’t watch the game with us while you cook” laughed Kelly. “But even if we brought the TV in here, we’d never be able to fit everyone!”

“Don’t worry” said Abby, lovingly running the basting-brush across her cousin’s reddening buttocks. “We’ll give you your own personal halftime show soon! Okay, back you go!”

They pushed him back into the oven and slammed the door shut. But true to their word, a few minutes later they returned along with his sister.

Kyle watched through the steamy glass oven door as Kelly, Abby and his sister Bethany gave him cute little waves, then proceeded to make out with each other - squeezing each others firm young tits through their aprons, and swirling their tongues in each other’s mouths.

In spite of the pain, Kyle felt his erection throb in the juices of his cooking pan as he watched his cousin Abby pop her big grapefruit tits out the top of her apron. His cousin Kelly bent forward to kiss and suck her nipples, while his own sister dropped to her knees and stuck her face into Kelly’s ass to eat her pussy while rubbing her own clit.

All three girls were looking at Kyle the entire time they did this, and he began to get the impression that it was watching him being cooked alive that was really getting them off.

This suspicion was confirmed when after each of them orgasmed and blew him kisses goodbye, he saw his aunt Carrie return to pull up a chair in front of the oven door. She’d brought a cucumber, and started fucking herself with it through one open-mouthed orgasm after another while she watched her nephew bake to a crispy golden brown.

Eventually the heat got to be too much, and Kyle was truly one dead bird.

———

Later, around the dining table, all could agree that it was truly the best Thanksgiving ever. Every woman in Kyle’s family ate him until they could eat no more, picking clean every bit of meat from his carcass they could find. Eventually he was just a desiccated human skeleton at the center of the dining room table, surrounded by smaller, mostly-empty serving plates of sweet potatoes, green bean casserole and the like.

June had the honors of carving her own son, and made sure everyone got equal portions. Some cousins were more partial to leg meat, while others preferred the drumsticks, and that was fine. There was more than enough Kyle to go around, and plenty of gravy to pour over his savory cuts.

“Ooof” said Abby, patting her bulging belly. “I think I’m gonna need to go on a diet after this!”

Kelly looked down at her own tummy hanging over the elastic waistband of her sweat pants.

“Oh my gosh, I know! I was planning to eat my boyfriend next month, but now I think I may need to push that back a few weeks!”

Bethany let out a loud belch, and although everyone around the table laughed, her mother still shot her a look.

“Say ‘excuse me,’ sweetie.”

“Sorry mom” she replied sheepishly. “‘Scuse me! Kyle just tastes so good, I think I was scarfing him down too fast!”

June understood. Her son was scrumptious. It was funny to think of all the times she’d pinched his little cheeks as a boy, thinking he looked so cute that she wanted to gobble him up. And now, here he was on “Turkey Day,” having his ‘cheeks’ sliced up as delicious rump roast. Gobble gobble, indeed. Her son was back where he belonged…Inside his mommy’s belly!

Kyle’s cock and balls were an especially exquisite delicacy, and fortunately for the family, he’d been well-endowed enough for every woman at the table to share a little bite of his lengthy, girthy meat. Some of them had never tried roasted cock before, and all around the table was a chorus of orgasmic moaning at how it was the most delicious cut of all.

The food coma set in not long afterwards, as every woman lounged about the house on her phone, scrolling through her friends’ Thanksgiving or “Friendsgiving” photos while loudly belching up the occasional aftertaste of Kyle, as the TV blared on mindlessly.

And of course, every woman stopped to linger longest on the photos not of birds, but Thanksgiving longpigs…of men and boys like Kyle, who’d given their flesh for another great Femcans-Giving.

THE END
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