by KM
Since Halloween was just a few days away, all restaurant employees were asked to wear a costume of their choice. Stacy opted for a skin tight exercise bodysuit, black in color, with long, thick leggings and jogging shoes. She wore several wrist sweat bands and a larger sweat band pulled a third of the way up her left thigh. She really looked good in the outfit, even though she didn't work out too much. She carried around very large but shapely thighs which included very curvy large frontal muscles. The thighs blended into a shapely ass that stood out nicely, and which also didn't want to stay tucked into the skimpy bodysuit. She had a typical moderate lower belly bulge that stuck out about as far as her undersized boobs. One thing was for sure, though, her sexy outfit was netting her above normal tips, and some customers specifically requested her to serve them.
Two well-dressed women were the most recent ones to request Stacey's service. Following a greeting, Stacey inquired if the ladies had made their Halloween plans as of yet. The tall, dark eyed and slender woman commented that they were planning a bit of a party at her house.
Stacey followed, "I love Halloween. It's my favorite time of the year. I just love a good scare! I've been staying up late the pat two weeks watching the scariest horror films I could rent at the video store."
"Well," the dark eyed woman replied, "you're most welcome to come out to our party. I'm sure we could give you a good old fashioned scare."
"Oh, I don't know," replied Stacey, "I've seen the scariest films around and I really don't scare too easily. But, like I said, I really enjoy a good scare. What kind of good ideas do you have in store for me?"
Stacey found this conversation very exciting. She was actually actually quite obsessed with an occasional good scare. She often fantasized about herself being the unfortunate victim in the various horror films she watched. A few years previous, a fellow waitress caught her stealing tips and promptly threatened Stacey with a steak knife. Stacey found that experience, though somewhat dangerous, to be enormously exciting. Now that tingling feeling in her inner thighs and crotch she got from the knife threat, which she also got from the horror films, was starting to overtake her as she talked with the two strangers.
The woman said, "Oh, I'm sure we've got some excellent ideas... you're such a pretty, shapely and vulnerable gal... but we don't want to offend you."
"I'm a big girl. Why don't you give me a hint?" followed Stacey.
The woman smiled and glanced across to the other woman, and then back to Stacey. "Well, you're first name doesn't happen to be 'Gretel', does it?"
Stacey blushed a framing smile and commented, "No... it's Stacey. Besides, I don't have a brother. But it does remind me of a movie I watched the other night. It was called 'Terror at Red Wolf Inn', or something like that. This old man and woman invited girls to vacation with them, and then they fattened up the girls with big meals. Then they slaughtered them and ate them. It was scarey, but it wasn't very graphic. Quite frankly, the woman in the movie scared me the most. She was the brains of the operation, cooking all the rich meals and she had a real sinister glint in her eyes watching the girls stuffing themselves. I could just imagine her studying the girls bodies, deciding when one of them was ready to be eaten... She probably was the head butcher! But you girls are going to have to try harder than that if you're going to scare me."
"This lady here is my personal chef," the lady explained. "Maybe she has some ideas."
The other woman, who had remained quiet until now, said, "We're planning a pretty unique feast if we can get the right critter. We probably could use some nice, plump innards for our witches brew." The lady slowly stroked Stacey's lower abdomen with her finger.
The woman's touch caused Stacey's butt and thighs to tighten, and she was starting to get aroused. She began to wonder if her tingly, puffed up pussy was starting to bulge out of the body suit.
The woman continued. "What do you think, Marcia, would you like to see Stacey here on our menu?"
Marcia smiled and said, "Well Stacey, did we scare you yet?"
Stacey tried to hold back her exhilaration. "I must admit, you gals are pretty spooky." Stacey decided she had better discontinue this discussion before she wet herself in front of the ladies. She quickly took their order and went back to her duties, but the tingling continued. On her return to deliver the ladies' check, the talkative Marcia slipped a small piece of paper into the sweat band on Stacey's thigh.
"Now Stacey, if you are looking for some real fun and the scare of your life, this paper lists my address. What don't you look us up on Halloween night?"
Stacey said, "I appreciate the offer, but I do have some other plans. Thanks anyway."
"Don't rule us out yet," Marcia replied, "You never know, you may change your mind."
The other woman reached out and grabbed the meaty muscle on the font of Stacey's right thigh, adding "If you're planning on stopping by, I'd appreciate you eating very well between now and then." The woman gave the muscle a nice squeeze and a gentle side-to-side shake, giving Stacey a long approving smile. The glint in her eye reminded Stacey of the wicked lady from the "Red Wolf Inn" movie, and the glance and strong touch overpowered her bladder for a brief moment. She could feel the cool dampness from the small leakage in her crotch.
Stacey tried to put the ladies out of her mind. They were so weird, she would never consider going to their house on Halloween. But the tingling from their conversation still gripped her. How much stronger could the women make it? But why would they be so open? After all, Stacey herself had egged them on to try and scare her. They probably just enjoyed a good party. But she still wasn't going to consider their offer.
Later, as Stacey got ready to leave work, the hostess handed Stacey a small box with her name on it. Stacey took it to the private area and opened it. Inside were two large and exquisite french pastries stuffed with rich cream filling and topped with chocolate icing. Below the pastries were several layers of fancy chocolates. The entire box must have weighed several pounds. The lid of the box contained a message: "Stacey, please enjoy. Eat in good health! Sincerely, Marcia. PS: If you come, or should I say when you come, to our Halloween party, be sure to wear your body suit. I like the way that outfit shows your lovely thighs. Plus, it's so much easier to scare a vulnerably dressed gal... See you on the 31'st!"
After work, Stacey promptly went to the local video store. Luckily, Terror at Red Wolf Inn was available. Once home, she stripped down to a too-small pair of black panties, turned the lights down low, and fast forwarded to the art of the movie where the wicked lady sinisterly watched the young girl stuff her face. Stacey played the part over several times. With her too-small panties unable to contain her belly and ass cheeks, Stacey began fantasizing about being the fattened girl stared at by that wicked woman. Watching the clip over and over, Stacey began to stuff herself with the contents of the box she had received from Marcia. She stuffed herself like a hungry pig as the woman watched her with a sinister glint. After devouring the entire contents of the box, she inserted her finger into her puffy, tingling cunt. As she masturbated, she fantasized being inspected by the woman, and then being led into the slaughterhouse. It was the most thrilling sexual experience her 21 year old body had experienced.
Over the next few days she ate as much junk food as she could, thinking it would heighten the new found sexual thrill. As a result of all this overindulgence she quickly began to notice her clothes snugging up a bit. By Halloween evening, her belly had definitely puffed out from the stuffed bowels, and since she had the night off Stacey had arranged a massive feast for herself consisting of rich cookies, pasties, chocolates and wine. She would stay home, watch some scarey movies, and climax again with the wicked woman clip.
By 10PM she had eaten and drank herself full, but the sexual thrill had not developed. She found herself preoccupied with the thought of whether the two crackpot women from the restaurant really were having a party. What would they do if she walked in? They probably hadn't given her a correct address; they were probably just teasing her. Before long, Stacey found herself slipping into the body suit, which fit drum-tight around her swelled gut. No way would she stop. She would drive to the address to see what was going on. Maybe that would be a neat thrill if it look if it looked like there were actually a party going on. She grabbed another bottle of wine and took off.
Sure as hell, the was a large home at the address Marcia had given her, and there were quite a few vehicles parked about. There were lots of lights around the back of the home, but a large privacy fence kept the activity hidden. The additional wine was working on Stacey's willpower, and she was starting to think about going to the door. It was just too weird, she thought, and her crowded bowels and the wine were putting pressure on her bladder. She reached for the key, but she couldn't bring her self to start the car. The promise of a world-class scare overwhelmed her, and she made her way to the door. After several rings, she was somewhat relieved when Marcia, and not a stranger, opened the door.
It was a standard looking party, but Stacey didn't at first realize that all the guests were women. The guests' interest seemed to be heightened as Marcia removed Stacey's coat, exposing the tight body suit and meaty thighs. Marcia motioned for someone, and the other lady from the restaurant - the "chef" - came up to greet Stacey.
"I'm glad you decided to join us! Come on in and get something to eat and drink," she said.
Stacey replied shyly, "well, actually I took your advice and have been eating well," as she patted her own plump belly.
Marcia pushed Stacey toward the food and the other guests, adding, I bet you have some more room in there, come on and have something."
Still feeling a little bit tipsy from the wine, Stacey made her way to the table of food. Remembering why she was there, to get a scarey thrill, she piled up a nice plate of goodies to check Marcia's reaction. Marcia introduced her to some of the guests, who seemed quite friendly. There were quite a few women there, and Stacey began to realize just how large the house was.
Not wasting much time, Marcia pulled Stacey to the side and mentioned, "My chef and I set up a few things to show you, in case you showed up. They might be a bit corny, but I bet you'll enjoy a good scare anyway."
"That's why I'm here," Stacey replied, "lead me to the show."
Soon Stacey found herself in a large kitchen, with Marcia and her 'Chef' the only people around. Marcia, sensing the nervous excitement of her guest, rubbed Stacey's back up and down, and occasionally dropped her hand down to Stacey's curvy butt, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"This is more my Chef's area, but she's kind of shy so I'll show a few things of interest."
Directing Stacey to a large wooden bench, Marcia rubbed the rim of a four-foot diameter cooking tray. Next to the tray was a huge stainless steel bowl filled with uncooked bread stuffing. Another large bowl contained fresh uncooked carrots and potatoes. A glass bowl full of melted butter and a basting brush was being heated on a hotplate.
"You know, Stacey," Marcia continued, "we haven't been able to get a big enough turkey to serve to our guests. We're hoping to find one. Got any ideas?"
Stacey played along. "Oh... I suppose you want me to climb up on that tray and see if I fit?"
The tingle in Stacey's crotch was buzzing already.
"Well it would help us out a lot," added Marcia, "just climb up there, lay on your back in the center of the tray, then we'll tuck these nice thighs up against your breast and see how well you fit."
Stacey quickly jumped up onto the tray and laid down, and Marcia tucked her thighs up just like a butterball turkey. She admired the appearance of the pulled back thighs, and then caught sight of the quite large puffy cunt bulging out between the inner thigh meat. Stacey's bodysuit was wet with pussy juice, and squeezing the large, moist cunt Marcia proclaimed, "Oh my... what a juicy one we have here!"
All that Stacey could do was moan, she had never been so aroused before. Rubbing and squeezing Stacey's swelled belly, Marcia and her Chef discussed for Stacey's pleasure whether or not there was enough stuffing prepared for the feast. Marcia took the basting brush, dripping with butter, and brushed a few strokes on Stacey's thighs.
"Oh, it would be so much fun to stuff and roast a bird like this. I'd never get tired of basting this kind of turkey."
"Surely you wouldn't roast me without cleaning me out or something first," moaned Stacey.
"You're right," continued Marcia, "before I get carried away here, I have something else to show you... Come on."
Stacey reluctantly climbed down, anxiously awaiting the next thrill.
Marcia and Stacey entered an adjacent room all by themselves, and Stacey was electrified with what she saw: a butcher shop equipped with hoists, chains, meat-hooks, and dozens of knives and cleavers hanging on the wall. "Do you have a restroom handy, I've got to pee bad!" She said.
"There's a floor drain right under you if you can't hold it," Marcia said.
"Yeah," sais Stacey, "but I'll get my bodysuit wet."
"Well, if it gets wet then we'll just have to take it off," stated Marcia.
Stacey was so excited she wanted the tight clothing off. "It's so tight, I don't know if I can get it off."
Grabbing a short, curved knife off the wall, Marcia patted the flat side on Stacey's belly, stating, "if you piss yourself, we'll have no choice but to cut this thing off you."
At that, Stacey instantly dumped a bladder full of hot pee, which flew out of the bodysuit and trickled down her thighs. Marcia grabbed the soaking crotch of the bodysuit, splitting it easily with the knife. A few quick cuts and the suit was off, followed by the removal of Stacey's leggings and shoes. Now completely naked, totally vulnerable in the secret butchershop, her sense of scare was throbbing her juicy pussy.
"I can't believe how many knives you have here," Stacey said in a shaking voice.
"You've got to realize that butchering is a real skill," Marcia replied, "If I was going to butcher you, I'd need most of these. Of course, if I was going to prepare you for roasting, this one would be the most important..."
She pulled out a long slender bladed knife together with a sharpening stone, and slowly honed the edge of the knife. As she did so, she flashed a look at Stacey that instantly reminded her of the woman in the "Red Wolf Inn" movie. Marcia continued, "This is the one I would use to gut your innards."
Stacey stepped back a but, rubbing her swollen belly. Egging Marcia on, she asked, "How would you do that?"
"Well," continued Marcia, "I'd start right here in the middle, just above the pelvic bone. Then I'd carefully insert the blade and pull upward until I hit the ribcage."
Marcia put the tip of the knife right down to Stacey's belly and traced up the predicted path. Grabbing the bulge of Stacey's lower belly and squeezing it, Marcia added, "All these juicy goodies would spill right out. Since you have such a sizeable cunt, I'd probably start the cut right there to make sure I cleaned you out well."
Marcia stroked her long finger in and out of Stacey's dripping pussy as Stacey moaned softly.
Marcia continued, "Of course, you know that I couldn't gut you or roast you without cleaning you up and shaving some of this hair off your body. A good enema should clean you out enough to avoid another mess before you're gutted. Why don't you climb up on the table there and let me clean you up?"
Stacey couldn't hold back now and quickly jumped up on the stainless steel table fitted with a drain. A spray hose mounted above delivered warm water, as Marcia went about the task of cleaning up her catch. Stacey slowly masturbated and moaned. Following a small enema, a straight razor shave and a gentle sponge bath from neck to toe, Marcia stroked Stacey's soft, bulging belly.
"Is that where you're going to gut me?" Stacey pushed on.
"Oh, no, that's what that hoist is for" claimed Marcia. "You'd be strung up by your wrists, a ball gag placed in your mouth, and hoisted off your feet. Then it's just a simple matter of gutting you, chopping off your hands, feet and head, and then on to the kitchen for stuffing. My chef has already requested some of your choicest internal organs for her stuffing recipe."
Rubbing Stacey's belly she added, "I just bet you've got a very pretty batch of guts in here, don't you?"
Stacey just moaned her answer, while Marcia stroked her pussy lips some more.
In came the Chef, wearing a full length apron. She seemed now cheerful and talkative...
"Oh boy, I see you got her cleaned up and shaved. Okay, Stacey, roll over onto your belly. I want to make sure Marcia here got your butt good and clean."
Stacey flipped her dripping body over and the chef spread her ass cheeks apart, running an inspecting index finger deep into Stacey's asshole, probing the rectum wall slowly in all directions.
"Oh darn I missed the enema. I sure would have enjoyed that. Mmmm, from the feel of things in here, I think we have some sizeable giblets for the dressing. I just wish we had three or four more just like this, Marcia. I'd never get done cooking."
She rolled Stacey onto her back and folded the large thighs into roasting position.
"I'm going to need to get a lot more basting butter going. Just look at all those thighs!"
Marcia added, "Did you get those big skewers? You're going to need them to tie those thighs down, you know."
"Oh yes, they're sharpened and ready to go," claimed the Chef. "Let's get on with it. I need those giblets you promised me."
Marcia lead Stacey to the hoist. "Now this may hurt your wrists a bit, but it's going to be a very exciting experience."
Stacey was gagged, then hoisted until her feet cleared the floor. Marcia continued to stroke the juicy cunt, and Stacey's muffled moans continued. Stacey could feel the cold steel of a knife with Marcia's fingers probing her juicy pussy lips. She felt an upward tug on her belly, the contents just beginning to spill out as she blacked out...