You realize that there's a long metal pole lodged inside your mouth, with a similar pole partially penetrating your cunt. Your hands are tied behind your back, and your feet are bound to the lower part of the pole. It doesn't take you long to realize that Joe has already mounted you inside the demo rotisserie. You also notice that the world seems to be turning, or to be more precise, you are turning on the spit. As you spin on the rotisserie, your eyes gaze first at the heating element below you, then the back wall of the deli, moving on to the ceiling and finally the main room before returning to the floor. The heater is on, but set at its lowest setting, feeling more like a warm breeze than a roaster.
More importantly, you can feel a pleasant buzzing between your legs, and you remember that the spit has a vibrator built into it. It feels so good that you can't help but squirm with pleasure on the spit as you turn.
"Wow, is she really roasting?" you hear a woman say near you.
"Sure is, ma'am," you hear Joe's familiar voice answer her, embellishing the truth a little. "You should have seen her squirm as the spit went through her. She enjoyed every last second of it. If you look closely, you can even see her now trying to fuck the spit."
He's really trying to sell this demonstration, you think to yourself. Then you realize that you really are trying to fuck the spit, unaware that your legs have been moving slightly back and forth along the spit the entire time.
"Yeah, I see it. That's incredible! And look how brown she is already!" Joe must have painted your body with the golden-brown make-up he mentioned earlier, you realize.
"Yep, she's a real beauty. Too bad she's already reserved. But could I interest you in buying a few cuts of meat, maybe a fresh girl-meat sandwich?"
The spit turns you toward the woman, apparently Joe's first real customer. "Well, I have always been a little curious what it would taste like... Okay, I'll take the sandwich!"
"Wonderful!" Joe exclaims. "I'll get that for you right away!"
You feel a little bit excited that you helped Joe make his first sale. He hums as he works, piling some girl cold cuts onto a roll of fresh bread and adding a mix of delicious seasonings to bring the flavor to life. Joe hands her the sandwich, which she quickly lifts to her mouth to try. You can see the woman's reaction as she takes her first bite of human flesh. Her eyes light up, and she actually moans slightly as the symphony of sinful flavors explode in her mouth, begging her to take another bite. Within a matter of minutes, the sandwich has been completely devoured by the now very satisfied customer.
"I might just become a regular here, Joe. That was the best sandwich I ever had! I'll be sure to tell my friends about this place too."
"Glad you liked it," Joe responds with a huge grin on his face. "Maybe one of your friends would be interested in providing a little bit of meat for me to sell?" he jokes, and both of them chuckle loudly.
Their business concluded, the woman pays for the food and walks out the door with a smile, and Joe approaches your "roasting" body.
"You were great, Jennifer! I finally got my first customer thanks to you!" You can only mumble your thanks around the pole in your mouth.
"I've gotta hand it to you, though. You do look absolutely delicious even with the make-up on. I'd love to be able to sell a whole roaster like yourself; that might be enough to put the deli back on track..." Joe trails off, lost in his thoughts.
You suddenly feel a deep sympathy for Joe. His deli has been open for an entire week, and that sandwich was the first thing he's sold. The poor man must have poured his life savings into this place, and he has nothing to really show for it. You know that a big sale would mean a lot to him, and you begin to consider offering yourself as a real whole roaster to give him that big sale. You have plenty of time to think it over, though, as you're still locked inside the rotisserie for the rest of the day. Throughout the day, you see people walking down the sidewalk outside, then glance in to watch your body turn on the spit. For some, that is enough to entice them in for a quick bite to eat. You feel proud as your beautifully "roasting" body draws in customer after customer for Joe.
You continue to rotate and try to fuck yourself with the vibrating spit as the day wears on. You discover that being locked in place inside a rotisserie gets slightly uncomfortable after a few hours, but you can only grin and bear it, waiting for the business day to end. Finally, you hear Joe shout to you, "Okay Jennifer, it's closing time! Let's get you out of that rotisserie."
"It's about time", you mumble around the spit. He moves the temporary platform into position underneath you, supporting your weight while he dislodges the spit sections. Joe unties your legs, then unbinds your arms, letting them hang loosely while he works on removing the spit. You feel the spit inside your pussy sliding backwards, and a dull pop can be heard as the tip of the pole emerges from between your legs. Finally, Joe moves back to the front of the rotisserie and pulls on the pipe in your mouth. At last, you are free from the spit.
The first thing you do with your freedom is look down at your own body, which is still covered in the make-up. You were unable to see yourself "roasting" earlier with the spit locking your head in place, but what you see now makes you gasp with delight. Your skin, normally closer to a light peach color, looks more like the golden-brown shade of a roasted turkey. Brushed on top of the coloring make-up is some sort of glossy coating, making it look like baste and juices dripping down your "cooking" body. You even notice that you smell like a roast; Joe must have sprayed you with some sort of meat-scented perfume. You have to admit that every last detail of your roasting make-up is perfect. Every inch of your form looks absolutely delicious, and you even salivate at the thought of eating your own meat. You realize now that you want to become meat, to possess this beautiful form forever, or at least until dinner time.
"So how was your first day?" your employer inquires as you lay on the platform inspecting your body.
"That was awesome!" you squeal with delight. "This is the best job I've ever had!"
You pause for a moment, then add, "Joe, I've been thinking today, and I want to ask you something..."
"Ask away, Jennifer. What's on your mind?"
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