A D.C. Tale Part 2 – Varying Their Diet

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by Ralph LeCan

© Copyright 1998 Ralph LeCan Enterprises, All Rights Reserved. This story may be reproduced only in its full, original, unedited and unmodified posting where: 1) full credit is given to its author and 2) no commercial gain of any sort is realized as a result of its reproduction. No permission is granted, actual or implied, to reproduce a modified version of this story, in whole or in part, without the express consent of the author.

The spring of 1973 moved into late June, and the three women were starting to show the excesses of what, could be called, their collective obsession. All three young black women were attractive. 27 year-old Melissa and 28 year-old Ruth sported bushy Afros while Marsha, also 28, had a more subdued hairstyle in keeping with her law practice. During the past few months several well-fed young white women from the Washington D.C. area had made that final, fatal trip to their nicely appointed basement preparation and cooking area. Most of the unlucky lasses had been either barbecued whole or roasted whole in the oven, but a couple had been divided into a variety of steaks, roasts, chops and other cuts of meat which were stored in the large basement freezer.

Their new dining habits, and the continued passion for human meat, was beginning to have a telling effect on the figures of all three women. Melissa was well on her way to becoming a real butterball, carrying 154 pounds on a 5'4" frame. Ruth had also gotten extra padding over the past three months and was now sporting a pair of 42 ½ inch hips. Even Marsha, who was the tallest of the three and could better handle extra weight, had quietly started replacing her size 12 wardrobe with size 14 clothes. Although friends, all three shared the same insatiable appetite for human meat and now all three had a concern the other two were looking upon her a real candidate for the dinner table.

Although unspoken, all three had indeed assessed their friends as potential meals, but none would broach the subject. The agreement to restrict their long pig dining to white women only gave a degree of comfort. However, one evening, in cleaning the dishes from the table, Ruth was walking into the kitchen and happened to see in the mirror the other two staring appreciatively at the wide expanse of her ample bottom, she was not happy about that. Caution became the watchword for all three after that.

As their "hobby" progressed, the three women often talked of "varying their diet" by including a male or two on the menu. They had discussed the anatomical differences between the sexes and the fact that men tended to add any extra weight to the belly and upper torso instead of the more desirable areas -- from a cannibal diner's standpoint -- of the hips, rear and thighs, which is where women generally tend to park the extra padding. Notwithstanding that, observing the general male population revealed that there were indeed guys out there with nice full asses and meaty thighs (or the potential to get them). In fact, closer to home, Ruth had started dating a new black doctor at the hospital. Ron, a former football player in college, had added 35 pounds in medical school -- none of which became muscle. His backside had been a major benefactor of that added weight, filling out the seat of any pants or jeans he wore, something that had not gone unnoticed by all three. His jeans also revealed his thighs hadn't been shortchanged either.

One night, over a spicy rack of meaty ribs -- that only a week ago had been part of a tall, statuesque, but well-insulated, receptionist at one of D.C.'s larger trade associations -- Marsha offered that maybe they should start with Ron. At 27, his meat should be tender, since he is nice and plump, especially in the bottom and thigh regions. She asked Ruth if she agreed, since she really didn't seem serious about him (yet). However, Melissa chimed in, aware of their agreement about not dining on their black sisters (and by extension themselves) that the same exemption should extend to their black brothers. All concurred, and decided that they just needed to get a white version of Ron.

They also agreed that, if they found a potential candidate who was not really meaty enough, but with the potential of getting a proper, good-sized posterior, they would fatten him up. In fact they giggled, observing it would be fun to watch him grow fatter and fatter on his way to becoming their dinner. When Ron came by that night, he was unaware of the unusual attention paid to the seat of his jeans, and the backside that more than amply filled it.

Later that night, back at Ron's apartment, Ruth decided to finally sleep with him, largely out of curiosity, and be able to check out his backside, hopefully seeing it naked, and squeeze and knead it. So, after a heavy make-out session on the couch he began to undress her, fondling the various parts of her own well-padded body that were revealed as she shed her clothes. She did the same to him until they both were naked. The air conditioning of the apartment prompted them to head for the bedroom to seek warmth under the covers, at lease until they soon generated their own heat, and would soon then be thankful for the air conditioner's cooling effect.

After Ron led Ruth into the bedroom and into the bed he made a trip to the bathroom. As he walked away from her she got her first real look at his naked backside and she almost drooled over the two round chubby, light chocolate colored hemispheres of his rear which bounced slightly as he walked. Ron came back a few minutes later with an erection and Ruth was pleased to see another part of him was also proportionately larger, she drooled again at the thought of putting that inside her.

She lay on her back, spread her legs and guided his erect cock into her, pleased at how well it filled her up. He slid his hands under her to grab two handfuls of her own abundant bottom and began to squeeze and knead its fleshiness. Ruth knew she also had a pretty big ass but wondered if his wasn't almost as large as hers. She then put her arms around his back, and slid her hands down, first to caress the sides of his thighs, and appreciate their fullness, then up to grab two handfuls of Ron's rump. His backside surprised her a second time in a few minutes when she discovered that it was so soft. "No buns of steel here," Ruth thought as she, in turn, kneaded his well-insulated rear. Ron, who had recently become somewhat self-conscious about the size of his bum, broke stride for a second, stopping his smooth, still slow, in and out motion. Feeling Ruth vigorously squeezing his chubby buttocks, he hoarsely mumhemorrhage a question about what she was doing. Grinning she said, "you’re playing with my ass, I'm playin' with yours, that's all", and to herself thought, "and there's plenty back there to play with".
As she continued to gently dig her fingers into his ample bottom gently as she had sharp nails, Ruth began to wonder if maybe they shouldn't lift the ban on enjoying a well-roasted black brother. Feeling the muscle -- the meat -- under his buttock fat, she just knew it would be so tender, sooo tender, and her mouth began to water. Suddenly she was surprised at the intensity of the orgasm that shook her, she had not come that hard, or that quickly ever, and it was followed by a second equally as intense one, she thought she would pass out. This caught her partner by surprise and that action prompted him to stiffen and shoot his load with a loud, long moan. Ron rolled off of her, as both were so tired that no words were exchanged as they fell asleep.

Ruth and Ron lay in bed the following Sunday morning, both just recently awakening from deep sleeps. Ruth had gone to sleep fondling her lover's posterior and, although they had shifted in the night, morning found her again sleepily playing with a large handful of his soft rear.

He drifted slowly into consciousness and looked at her. Ruth was halfway between sleep and being awake, but had a faint smile on her lips. Huskily, Ron asked her "hey baby, a penny for your thoughts". "I was just thinking what a nice rump roast your delicious ass would make," she sleepily replied.

"Say what!" he responded, causing her to jerk awake.

"Damn," she thought, "I should have not crossed over that line." "Oh baby, "Ruth said, "I was just kidding, it’s a term of endearment, like I'm gonna eat you up."

"Not the way you were squeezing my ass" he said "that was some serious thinkin' and checkin' out" Then he smiled, "I have a confession to make, when I was squeezing your bottom last night, I was also thinking 'bout some delicious rump roasts".

Ruth kept quiet about her own fantasy -- actually no longer a fantasy as the well used spit and oven in the basement of her house could attest -- as Ron began to describe what he meant. It seems that last week his father had given him a chest of papers. In it was a document that his father had written down (he was the first even in their lineage to read and write) from discussions with his own father who had come to America in 1917. It was well after the advent of the slave trade, although his trip had not been totally voluntary.

In 1925 Ron's grandfather had sat down one night over a bottle of sour mash and told his son (Ron's father) some stories about life "back home" in Africa. It seemed that, into the early 1900s his tribe enjoyed special dining treats -- human meat. It was not a ritualistic thing; they flat out liked the taste.

He then described in detail one event when the tribe, in 1908 had captured a steamboat on the Congo River, a few miles from their village. Ruth asked where it was and, when Ron described its location in the Congo, Ruth looked startled, "why that's just a few miles from where my people came from," she said.

Ron smiled, but continued, "it was a river boat filled with 24 well-to-do British women out on a sight seeing tour from a posh hotel about 20 miles upstream. My grandfather, then in his early 20s was one of the warriors that overpowered the boat as it passed through a narrow bend of the river. The boat's crew was only a captain and first mate, although there were five boys in their late teens and early 20s serving the women iced tea and lemonade."

Ron paused, then smiled, seeing Ruth's rapt attention, "Resistance was put up by the crew who were quickly killed and their bodies dumped over the side. My people then beached the boat and herded the 29 frightened captives back to the village. It took the better part of a half-hour for the women of the village to undress the white captives. Most of the white women were well-fed, with round, fleshy bodies which the native women couldn't help to appreciate as each was stripped naked."

Ruth felt herself becoming sopping wet at the thought of all those white women destined for the dinner (or breakfast or lunch) table. Ron continued "As an afterthought they undressed the boys and found most of them were also rather chubby. Already, the fires were built in order to begin enjoying the results of their efforts. Two of the plumpest women and one nice, fat 20 year old boy were dragged away to the preparation hut. Ten minutes later all three emerged, gutted -- with their body hair shaved -- and spitted on long poles that entered the women through their vaginas, the boy through his pudgy ass, and exited from their mouths. All three naked, white bodies were secured tightly with ropes and soon were turning over a hot fire."

Ruth felt herself getting light-headed, she felt she was about to come, she also noted however that, as Ron continued there was a definite bulge showing under the sheet between his legs.

"They dined very well that night", Ron explained, "and knew they would do so for quite awhile. Six families gave up their huts for the night so the remaining victims, in groups of six and seven could be secured for the night. The next day the tribe worked feverishly to build five holding pens in which to keep the future meals."

Ron smiled, sensing Ruth's excitement, "there were only a few women and one boy who required further fattened in order to be suitable for cooking, so it was really a matter of keeping the rest plump until their turn came".

"The tribe limited themselves to one every other night," Ron continued, "in order to spread out the exquisite pleasure of dining on such pampered main courses. Each time one or two women of the tribe would be given the enjoyable task of selected that evening's victim and would take perverse pleasure in their victims' terror as each had her satiny, lily-white, meaty body assessed as that night's potential meal. The tribe ate well for nearly two months. A few years later, when challenged by local authorities as to the incident, the tribe's elders said that it occurred during a terrible famine and the white women (and young men) were eaten out of desperation, but my grandfather said that was far from true."

Ruth couldn't take it any longer, she was soaking the sheets under her, so she reached over, gently grabbed Ron's rock hard, erect dick (he was as turned on as she was by the scenario) and pulled him on top of her. The intensity of their lovemaking was almost scary for both, and soon Ruth was bucking in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rock her body, and he soon stiffened and came deep inside her.

They were both so sweaty and sticky that a joint shower was in order. However, over breakfast Ron continued his story. "There was a nearly tribe with whom my grandfather's had good relations". However, an unfortunate incident occurred. One day about a year after the river boat capture, a hunting party from the other tribe got into a territorial dispute with hunters from my grandfather's tribe. Several people from our tribe were killed and that introduced a delicate situation. War was imminent, but the tribe's elders met and worked out a compromise. As retribution, that tribe's chief would surrender one of his daughters to my grandfather's tribe to be used in any manner they saw fit -- in other words as the main course of the revenge banquet. He went on to describe how delicious and tender the pampered native woman's meat had been.

The paper describes my grandfather’s description of the woman. She was in her mid 20s, had recently given birth to a baby girl. She was rather plump, had reddish black hair and was light skinned with facial and forearm freckles and a well-padded backside." Ron stopped for effect and Ruth gasped, except for the baby part, he could have been describing her.

Slowly she responded, "the story handed down in my family was that my mother came to America as a son after her mother was captured by a fierce neighboring tribe. God that had to be my grandmother that your tribe ate."

Ron responded hoarsely, "that's unreal, I didn't figure that but, last night as we made love, seeing how closely you resemble the description in the story, I was fantasizing it was you who was that woman so long ago and I was fucking you just before we roasted you, little did I know..."

Ruth began to get sopping wet again, she couldn't believe it, and Ron's towel was forming a tent between his legs. "Christ" she thought "they were both really turned on sexually by the concept of cannibalism (before for her it had been merely a "food" thing), and we're going to fuck again." In bed, it was slower this time and they were role playing, Ruth was the plump, soon to be dinner, victim, Ron, the ruthless cannibal, having his way with the victim, checking out all of her, soon to be roasted, ample charms -- fleshy rump, meaty thighs, plump arms, soft belly, full breasts. As Ruth felt Ron squeeze and knead her body she almost felt as if in a few minutes she would be turning over that hot fire. Soon her body was wracked with another mind-bending orgasm, "kee-rist, this cannibal thing was gangbusters for her sex life!"

Ted had decided to walk home from dinner at his girlfriend Pat's apartment. His car was in the shop and he didn't feel a cab was in order. It was a nice, late spring evening and both had to work the next day. He would have stayed over, however, their "appetizer" before dinner had been a very spirited session in bed, so there was really nothing to be gained (at least sexually) from spending the night. Also, Ted felt he needed some exercise as, after their lovemaking, Pat had pinched a roll of the flesh at the side of his waist, the start of a pair of love handles, and humorously chided him for starting to get fat. He knew he wasn't, but the past few months, and a lot of travel, had been worth six pounds.

The car slowed and it approached the young man, gently honked, then pulled over to the curb. He stopped and looked over. The car with three young black women looked rather non-threatening, so Ted walked over to the passenger side and rested his hands on the door as the woman sitting there rolled down the window.

"Excuse me", she said "but where is Vermont and 17th?" He looked up to point and, as he did, Ruth, with the practiced skill of a nurse, jammed the hypodermic needle deep into his forearm. A look of surprise crossed his face, followed by confusion, as things went blurry.

In the meantime, Marsha had gotten out of the back seat on the driver's side and walked around in time to catch him as he slumped. The back door was opened and, joined by Melissa, they wrestled the inert male body into the car. Both jumped in and, in less than a minute, they were off.

Ted lay prone, taking up most of the back seat and Marsha had to lift his head and shoulders onto her lap to get in. As they drove away she looked him over. He was certainly not fat or even plump, actually of rather average build. However, as she looked him over she appreciated how well he filled the seat of his jeans. It had been the view of that rear, as he walked up the street that had caught their attention and sealed his fate. Reaching over she patted his rear, surprised, but pleasantly so, at how full it really was. She slipped her hand under the waist of his jeans and underpants to squeeze it naked, and smiled, it was nice and soft. Their plans were to force-feed him, if he already had such a nice ass now, well, she couldn't wait to see what it was like after then had fattened him up.

The car pulled into the garage and, with not a minor amount of effort, they carried him up to the specially prepared/secured bedroom. There he was dumped on the bed. The women undressed the 30-year-old white male whose last moments of freedom had been walking up 16th street.

A couple of months enjoying their "pastime" had made the women very good at estimating the height and weight of their "guests". So, once they had stripped him naked, with a nurse's training, Ruth guessed he stood a little under 6 feet (later measurements would show she was smack on) and weighed 178 pounds (off by one and a half!). However, Melissa rolled him over on his front to show off his round bottom.

"Hey sisters," she said, "look at this, our white boy got him a boss ass already, just you wait when we get him nice an' fat." "As an after thought, she squeezed one thigh and said, "an' these babies should also plump up nice and meaty!"

The early morning light came through the window and Ted found himself naked on his back. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, groggy from whatever the drug had been, he tried to get up, but found his hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the iron bed. He had to take a piss badly, which gave him a semi-erection. Just then a young black woman, with reddish hair, light skin and freckles came in.

"What's going on, he demanded, let me up". She just smiled. "White boy, your our guest, our special guest, and we gonna take good care a you. I 'm goona untie you but see this," and she produced a pistol pointed at him, "I'm not afraid of usin' this."

Ted had no idea what was happening, but let her untie him so he could pee, God he had to pee. However, before Ruth let him go she made him take three pills. Although the last thing Ted wanted was more water, he swallowed then, not knowing what they were, in order to get to the bathroom.

Ruth listened to the long, loud noise in the bathroom; he really did have to pee, and pointed the gun at him when he came out. She truly didn't want to kill him now, not 'til he was nice and plump, but if forced to do so, there was still a fair amount of salvageable meat on him now.

The pills were starting to work, particularly the one that was a strong tranquilizer, which would render him more docile and manageable. The other two pills, however, were equally as sinister. The small pink one was a powerful appetite stimulant, keeping him in almost a perpetual state of hunger, so he would eagerly gobble all the fattening food he was presented with. The last one was a birth control pill, with an industrial strength dose of estrogen -- the female hormone that would help ensure the added weight went to the desired areas (as if, with his already nice ass and full thighs, they wouldn't get a lot most it anyway).

She had him sit on the bed, while she used a handcuff to secure his left wrist to the post. She could see his eyes were already a bit unfocused, he was well under the influence of the tranquilizer. Only then did she explain for him what his fate was to be -- fattened then butchered or roasted as food. She was surprised at how calm he was --even that drugged. Ruth looked at his cock, thought briefly about seeing if she could get it operational, but remembered her date with Ron that night. So she left him some books and magazines and departed.

Marsha came in just before noon with his first meal -- they had deliberately skipped giving him breakfast to see just how hungry he would get. It was a very high calorie offering and he dove into it as if he hadn't eaten in years. When he finished, he lay back on the bed as if exhausted. Marsha removed the tray and pulled up his gown, and pushed on his stomach to see how full it was. It was rock hard under the not so thick layer of fat that padded his belly, rock hard stuffed to capacity with food that his body would now go to work converting to new flesh, new flesh they would soon enjoy in a few weeks.

As she did, her hand brushed against his flaccid dick and it stirred a bit, becoming slightly fuller. She had broken up with the guy she had been dating and it had been a week or so since she herself had her own oats hauled and she thought, "what the hell".

Laying the gun on the bedside table, out of his reach (he was still handcuffed to the bed). Marsha bent over and took his penis in her mouth. He instantly got hard and she was gratified to see he had a decent sized cock for a white boy. Marsha was pleased to see the drugs didn't totally numb him! She then dropped her shorts and panties and climbed on the bed, positioned herself over him and lowered herself on his shaft. Like an eggbeater she moved aggressively over him. She was surprised at his control, not knowing if was natural or the drugs, but she enjoyed the ride nevertheless until, finally he cut loose, pumping and throbbing inside her. By the time she got dressed he was asleep, snoring away from a combination of a lot of food, the drugs and some unexpected sex.

Over the period that he was being fattened, they let Ted have free roam of the room. He was provided with additional reading material and a radio, although he slept quite a bit, as being overfed made him sleepy. As he slept his body was busy converting the heavy food into extra fat to pad his body, extra fat to marble the meat of his rump, thighs and other parts, to help ensure that his meat would be tender and juicy.

The meals that Melissa fed him were often leftover from the college cafeteria, and tended towards the heavy and starchy. He was fed the equivalent of five meals a day. Since it was now summer, he was kept naked, as the room was not air-conditioned, although he did have a fan. A boarded up window and a steel door on the bedroom ensured he didn't go anywhere during the day while all of them were at work, although Melissa did come home around noon to feed him a nice big lunch.

The only major break in his routine was when Marsha came to "visit". Since her first time riding the doomed white man's erection, she came back on a regular basis to tease it erect then climbed aboard. Even though he was no longer handcuffed, she enjoyed being on top. He never resisted, and always sprang to attention when she played with his manhood. Marsha thought her two roommates were not aware of her frequent "visits", they were, but really didn't care. Melissa had a steady boyfriend who kept her well laid, and Ruth and Ron continued with their sexual cannibal role-playing.

Through the mild tranquilized fog Ted knew he was getting fatter -- especially in the rear and thighs, (although a substantial soft belly was expanding in the front) -- a fact he was reminded of by the three black women who enjoyed periodically toying with the unlucky male's meaty body. Over the period he was being fattened Ted had a surrealistic outlook on things. The drugs that kept him tranquilized dulled the reality of what should have been abject horror as to what he was facing. He would stand there quietly, naked after a shower, and feel them squeeze, knead, pinch and prod his expanding, naked white body. As expected, much of the attention was focused on the size of his butt, which grew larger and larger with each passing day.

Finally, one late July Saturday, they decided he was plump enough. They didn't want him to get too fat, but he now had a substantial soft ass and they knew it was time to enjoy some male meat for dinner. When they showed up at bedroom around 7:00 a.m. Ted was already sitting naked on the side of the bed; it accentuated the roundness of his fleshy belly. He stood up, knowing that this was likely it, but actually feeling relief that it would finally be over.

Marsha walked around behind the plump young man reached down to grab a generous handful of one chubby buttock, "mmmm, she said, "lotsa good meat here." She had come to appreciate the potential presented by the chubby, well-padded bottoms of their victims. Ted was not particularly hairy so his backside was essentially hairless, and, as Marsha caressed its smooth roundness -- her on top position did not allow her to appreciate it during lovemaking. Now, she observed it felt just like the ample bottoms on the young women who had made that fatal trip to the basement.

Ruth, walking around in front, patted his round fat belly, making it jiggle, then reached lower to grab the naked white man's penis, "too bad he didn't gain any weight here, huh Marsha," and she laughed. He two roommates now revealed their knowledge of Marsha's frequent trips to Ted's room to avail herself of that male appendage. "Yeah chimed in Melissa, if guys did get bigger cocks when they got fatter, the world would be full of 325-pound men!"

"Well, since you have enjoyed it so much already," Ruth said to Marsha, "maybe one of the rest of us should get to enjoy it after it's cooked.

Ruth continued to toy with Ted's cock and was surprised when it started to become erect. "Well look at that," she said, "here he is about to get his big behind roasted and he gets a hard on." Marsha looked at it longingly. She had really enjoyed it over the past few months, become very fond of sliding it inside her and, by default, to a degree, its owner. However, all things must pass, and the prospect of enjoying the meat of Ted's tender, beefy body far outweighed an affection she felt directly for him.

Ted, for his part, was very aware of the fate that awaited him in the basement, but the drug removed all panic. It was as if everything was in a dream. He knew he was the fattest he had ever been in his life, he knew he had been fattened for only one purpose, and that in a few minutes he would turn over a hot fire -- somehow however, it seemed logical.

The three women now led the naked white man out of the bedroom where he had been held captive for that month and a half and down the long hall to the steps. The sedative they had given him continued to make him docile and easy to handle. It, like the drug they used to knock their victims unconscious had been chosen to leave absolutely no aftertaste in his meat when he was cooked. They had not used the sedative on any of their female victims as they felt the three of them were capable of handling any who tried to fight.

Once in the basement, Ted was directed to the scale and weighed, he was a nice hefty 217 pounds (it was three pounds more than the bathroom scale they used upstairs). Ruth and Marsha really didn't care, but Melissa had to take measurements for her book "after all he is the first guy!" she had protested. Since he was still conscious he stood while his chest, waist and hips had a tape measure placed around their chubby circumferences. The results: 42-37-43 was recorded. Melissa shared with the others that several of their female "guests" had also possessed 43-inch hips. However Ruth comment that Ted's were easily more meaty than those of a woman with "43s" women, as some of the female hip circumference is due to the width of her hips, with Ted it was mostly added fat and meat!

They had decided to roast Ted's body in the oven, Melissa had gone down a hour before to preheat it to 350, now they were ready. Like their first few victim, Ted was mercifully knocked unconscious. However, they first hung him upside down, that was easier to do when he was conscious. His last view was of the plump black legs of the three women before he was struck with the hammer. Ruth then took the sharp knife and jabbed Ted in the jugular vein and stepped back as the blood gushed out. When it had slowed to a trickle she gave Marsha the knife to gut him.

As Marsha prepared to stick the knife in the soft fullness of his lower abdomen, she was forced to move his cock aside and, again, somewhat ruefully thought of the times she had enjoyed it being stuck deep inside her. Soon a large plastic tub was filled with the young man's entrails. Ruth diced them into smaller pieces, then washed and rinsed them several times to thoroughly clean them. After that she took the tub over to a side table to run them through a meat grinder and into a large pan. Then Ruth took the pan upstairs, poured in a quart of rendered fat from a previous victim, and quickly sautéed the ground meat.

In the meantime, Ted was washed down thoroughly, inside and out, by the other two to remove the blood. "Look at how thick it is," Melissa said, indicating the very substantial layer of yellow-white belly fat exposed as they flushed out Ted's insides, "its fatter than any of the others" "Yeah" chimed in Marsha, "but he's a guy and guys get fatter stomachs than we do."

"Hey, but how about this," responded Melissa, slapping one hefty naked buttock, "how many guys have a nice fat ass like this?"

The women took down the eviscerated body and carried it over to the table. Again, like earlier victims, drained of its blood and cleaned out of its entrails, it was noticeably lighter that when it was first hung up. They first lay Ted's lifeless plump body on its back, and Melissa brought down the large five-gallon bucket filled with the special stuffing she had developed. This was the first time they stuffed a whole long pig, although in developing the recipe she had stuffed a couple of hams, and one rump roast with earlier versions. Now that the recipe was perfected it was time to stuff a whole long pig.

Melissa first dumped the ground, sautéed entrails and melted fat into the rest of the dressing and thoroughly kneaded it together. Then she scooped out large handfuls of the slightly sticky dressing and, as Ruth held open the incision, stuffed the dressing into Ted's body cavity.

 

MELISSA'S LONG PIG STUFFING

- 12 to 14 loaves of white, or whole wheat, bread, (slightly stale).
- entrails of the Long Pig, washed and ground.
- 3 pounds finely diced fat from a previous Long Pig (one and a half quarts if rendered fat is used).
- 3 pounds finely ground yams.
- ½ pound coarsely ground coconut.
- 3 cored/diced apples.
- 3 ½ cups if bread is used).
- 6 eggs.
- 1 ½ cups brandy
- 1/4 cup salt.
- 1/8 cup pepper.
- 1/8 cup nutmeg.
- 1/8 cup cinnamon.
- other spices to taste.

Mix the bread with the yams, coconut and apples, knead until uniformly blended.

Slit open the belly of the Long Pig and remove all the entrails. If desired, the liver and/or heart can be set aside to be cooked separately. Cut up and wash remaining entrails thoroughly. Then run through a meat grinder, set aside.

In a separate bowl add the milk, eggs, salt, spices and brandy, blend thoroughly.

Heat fat in a large pan until liquid. Set aside approximately one pint for initial basting. Add ground entrails and sauté until tender.

Add the milk/egg mixture to the breadfruit (bread) mixture and knead to combine. Then add the meat/fat combination and continue to knead until thoroughly mixed. The mixture should have a slightly sticky, but firm, texture.

Stuff the dressing into the Long Pig's belly cavity until it bulges slightly. For long pigs 5' 6" and above this should easily fill the cavity. For ones shorter than that there may be some left over and can be cooked separately in a pan.

When the stuffing is complete, sew belly shut with a coarse thread.

They managed to stuff the entire bucket of stuffing into the unlucky male's body, his belly bulging out even more than before. "Christ" said Marsha, "it makes him look even fatter," as Melissa sewed the belly shut with a coarse black thread. It did not close the incision completely, but enough so the dressing did not ooze out. They then rolled the heavy naked body onto its front and Melissa took a dial meat thermometer and pushed it into one hefty ass cheek. She was surprised at the resistance, it was much more than she had encountered with the two women they has previously slid into the oven, with the same thermometer sunk deep into one fleshy globe.

She correctly figured a guy's skin was thicker than a woman's although, when it finally pierced the skin, it slid through Ted's abundant male buttock fat just as easily at the ample female buttock fat of the others. As before, Melissa felt the increase in resistance when she encountered his meat and pushed harder to sink it another inch into that meat.

Melissa brought over the large pan that was now about to hold its second oven roasted victim. She lay it on the floor and the three lifted the plump male body off the table and into the pan. He was tucked into a kneeling position so that his ample rump was sticking into the air. This was important because, as he was cooked the melting fat of his rear-end would flow down over the rest of him, ensuring that he was kept well-basted. She jabbed each chubby cheek several times with the long fork so as to allow that melting bottom fat to flow out and down over the rest of him. Then, the three women picked up the pan and its beefy inhabitant with a grunt and slid it into the large, hot oven. Soon the sweet mouth-watering aroma of another roasting long pig -- but the first male one -- filled the air. Variety is the spice of life, and they would dine well tonight!

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