Sally came in the living room and sat down next to you on the couch, after she had finished unpacking. She looked at you and asked an interesting question, "I know you have thought about eating me, it's obvious with the way you looked at me when you saw me coming home from school. I'm curious if you were going to shrink and eat me, how would you eat me and why?" You smiled and was happy to answer the girl's question, "Well dear Sally. You lovely tender and juicy looking girl, you are nice and plump, so since it is nearing thanksgiving I would save you for then. I would shrink you to the perfect twenty inch size so you would fit in my oven. I would spread your lovely legs and stuff you with chestnut stuffing and sow you up so it wouldn't spill out, then I would baste you with a honey garlic glaze, paying close attention to your plump rump and meaty breasts. Then you would be placed in a roasting pan and slid into my oven and slow roasted for five hours, I would take you out every hour to re-baste you to make sure you stayed tender and juicy. After you are done cooking, I would take you out and place you on your back on a silver platter, and put you at the center of the table, ready to be carved." After you had finished explaining, you looked at Sally. She was sweating and breathing heavily, "Jason, the way you went into detail, I sounded like a meal fit for a king, I could just taste how succulent and juicy I would be. It almost makes me want to go jump in that roasting pan and let you roast my butterball of a body."
"Sally, as delicious as you would be for thanksgiving," you explained, "I would never think of cooking you." "You are too kind," Sally giggled, "I do have substitute to go in my place if you say it is okay." You smiled, "Who do you have in mind." She answered, "Well, my older sister is coming to visit for thanksgiving, but she didn't want to stay at our parents house. I could convince her that she would save money by staying here instead of a motel. When she comes over the day before thanksgiving, you will shrink her to twenty inches, I will tie her up, and on thanksgiving day I will help you prepare her for the oven." You are curious, "You want to roast your sister for thanksgiving?" Sally laughed, "It will be great. She has always been mean to me, and she even tried to sell me to a shrinker, mom stopped her. What better way to get back at her then to roast her ass. She's even a little plumper than I am, I always thought she would be delicious all cooked golden brown.
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