Dinner with the grandparents

Dinner with the Grandparents
                                         By
                                A Cannibal
                   M/g7 F/g7 incest oral cannibalism

Janice and Martin had a little problem they were about to have a second child. That wasn’t the problem was their 7 year old daughter. It was not that she was a handful because she was like any child of that age.
 No it because of over population. It had become a huge problem. So much so now to combat it the government had recommended that you should only have one child.
 You could have more but the government tax you heavily on every extra child and Christi had become the extra tax.
 “You know she has to go some where we just can’t afford her,” Martin said.
  With a sigh Janice said, “I know but it’s cruel to send her off to the government stock yard. Isn’t there some other way? How about you parents? Maybe they could keep her.”
 Giving his wife a nod he said, “I can ask but she may end up the same anyway. There are semi-retired now and their income is rather limited. I call them and see what they say.”
  A short time later he returned from making his phone call. He gave Janice the good news and the bad “they said they’d be glad to take her right away. But like I said she’s not going to be there long, maybe a month. But when the time comes she will be with family not some stranger with the government.”
 Another reason for Christi going to her grandparent’s house was simple. The baby was going to be a boy. That would keep the family name going yet another generation.
 She was called down by her father from her bedroom. “How would you like to go live with grandma and grandpa for a while?” he asked her.
  Christi smiled and answered, “Oh yes daddy I’d like that.”   Her Grandma and Grandpa always gave her sweets and snack anytime she asked for them. So the next morning her mother bushed her hair and laid out a clean dress al be it short. Her in-laws liked to she as much of their granddaughter as possible and this outfit did it.
  Her father took her over to her grandparents, it being a little uncomfortable for an 8 mouth pregnant woman to ride. Up on see them she ran and jumped up into her grandfather’s arms. “Mph, wow little one you’ve gotten a bit heaver since I saw you last.”
He moved her so his hands were now on Christi’s bottom. This allowed his fingers were run along the front of her panties.
 She let out a giggle and said, “That tickles Grandpa.”
 He smiled and reluctantly put her down. There would be time for that later.
 Martin smiled at what his father was doing. He took his daughter’s suitcase in the house sat it down and went looking for his mother. Martin found her in the kitchen cooking as usual.
 She asked, “Where’s Christi at?” she asked.
 With a chuckle Martin replied, “Oh she with dad. He’s feeling her little bottom, but I’m sure they’ll be right in.”
 She nodded because of the noise in the other room meant they had at least gotten into the house.
“Hi grandma,” the cheerful 7 year old said as she bounded into the kitchen.
 Bending down she gave Christi a big hug. “Oh look at how pretty you are today,” she said.
 Her grandfather said, “Well why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you your room.” He did this to let the mother son have a private conversation.
 “You’re sure of this. Like we told you over the phone, we just don’t have the finances to keep her very long,” she said.
 Smiling at his mother told her, “I understand but it was either you of the government and I think it best for her if you and dad did it.”
 With a nod of agreement she said, “Yes you’re right of course. I think that would be best for her. Oh-oh I hear them, their coming back.”
 Christi and Grandpa came back into the kitchen. “Sit down at the table my little munchkin. Here are a few cookies I baked this morning just for you,” she said to Christi.
  Martin arched his eyebrow at his mother. She teased her son by saying, “Don’t you ever feed this child. Why she’s nothing but skin and bones.”
 Christi was not skin and bones far from it. She was close to 4 feet tall with blue eyes peeking out from shoulder length red hair.
 Christi weight 53lbs when she when she had a check up last month. He knew his mother, was fatting his daughter up until she was just right. Then the next day there would be a roast Christi on their dining room table. But if they had given her to the government the same thing would’ve happened and he didn’t want to think about that.
 Martin had heard to many horror stories about how children were treated. Been force fed 10 times a day and kept locked up in small cages. No this way was better. His mother would take good care of her until the right time.
 Martin felt sad as he left the house knowing this was probably the last time he’d see her. Still there was a lot to do he had to toss all the girly stuff out and replace it with boy stuff, he had a son on the way and that made him feel better.
 Back at grandma and grandpa’s house thing were going fine. Christi was allowed to eat anything she wanted after all they want a plump little girl when the time came.
 That night after Christi went to bed the adults talked about their little granddaughter.
 “So Emma, how long do you think it will take before she plump enough,” her husband asked.
 “Harold! Same on you that your granddaughter you’re talking about,” she said.
 Harold shook his head as he said, “I know but not for long and it will be easer when the time come if you stop thinking of her in that way.”
Emma sighed, “Oh I guess your right. Tell you what if she keeps eating the way she has 2 weeks.”
 She giggled before adding, “That’s right around valentines day isn’t it.”
 Looking at the calendar Harold nodded, “it’s on the 14th as usual. Alright if she plumped up enough by them we can roast her. Um, how much plumping dose she need?”
 Chuckling she answered, “I’d like extra 10lbs but I’ll settle for five. That’s a more realistic goal in such a short time. I’ll weight her tomorrow morning to find out for sure.”
 They left it that once weighed they’d know for sure if she was going to make it in time Valentines Day.
 They peeked into her room as they headed for their own. Christi was sound asleep with her mouth open. Harold squeezed his wife’s shoulders. She looked up at him and he grinned. Emma rolled her eyes, sighed, and then finally nodded. His grin got even larger and kissed her on the cheek before heading for the sleeping 7 year old.
 Harold dropped his pants and briefs freeing his massive hard-on. His granddaughter’s mouth beckoned him forward.  He whispered to her, “Alright baby here something sweet to suck on.”
 Her Grandpa’s 6 inch cock carefully slid inside her moist mouth but not to far as to cause chocking and wake her. Christi began to instinctively to suck on her grandfather’s member.
  It was heaven for Harold for his wife didn’t like giving blow jobs. He held out for an agonizing 5 minutes before letting go his load into his granddaughter’s mouth.
 He pulled out of her mouth and some his cum dribbled out it onto the pillow.
 It was Grandpa who shut her mouth to keep any more for leaking out while he dabbed at the spill with Kleenex that had been left in the room by her grandma.  He wiped her mouth clean and released her chin. He held out more Kleenex to catch more spillage, but there was none.
 There was a sound coming from the bed though. It was the sound of lips smacking. “Well you liked that huh. Maybe I’ll feed you again later, this time when you’re awake to enjoy the taste.”
 He gave her a Grandfatherly peck on the cheek, pulled up his pants and returned to his wife. “I know you enjoyed that but don’t get too attached to her. First we can’t afford to keep her and second she’s meat. Just remember that,” Emma said sternly.
He chuckled kiss his wife before saying, “don’t be jealous I still love you best. Also I’m the one who told you not to get attached. I was wrong after all she is our granddaughter. Well until she’s in the oven, then....” They both knew what she would become at that point.
  In the morning Grandma got Christi on the scale and found out she was a nice hefty 55 lbs. if she got up to 60 lbs by Valentines Day she thought that would be expectable for them.
 After that she prepared pancakes for her, heavily drenched in butter and maple syrup.
 Christi became a couch potato much to the delight of her grandparents. One day Harold sat in his chair admiring how plump his granddaughter was becoming. She pop up during a commercial and climb on to his lap to sit.
 He instantly became hard as she sat her bottom on his lap. She became to squirm after a minute. “What wrong my little goose,” he asked.
She squirmed some more trying to get comfortable. She said, “There a hard bump Grandpa. It’s poking me in the butt.”
  She climbed off and examined his pants. Christi felt the lump throbbing and looked up at her grandpa with questioning eyes.
  Chuckling he said, “It’s my love stick. Would you like to see it?”
 When she giggled and nodded her grandpa stood up and lowered his pants. Christi eye grew huge and mouth formed the letter “O.” Grandpa said, “Its ok honey you can touch it.” Christi’s little hand stretched out touch it then it jumped back when it twitched. Once more the hand stretched out then the fingers rapped around the enraged member.
“That’s right my little lamb now pull on it but gently,” her grandpa said.
 Christi’s hand went to work pulling on him. It took five strokes before she was splashed with her grandfather’s cum.
  She was surprised when Grandpa took his finger and wiped it off her face. “Here taste it my little lamb chop,” he said.
   Christi didn’t really want to do that, but she wanted to please Grandpa. She allowed him to stick his finger in her mouth.
 “Mmm,” she said. Christi lips started to smack. Then her tongue started move around, collecting what she could get with it. “Can I have some more grandpa it tastes good,” Christi asked as she grabbed his manhood and began to pull on it again.
  She was disappointed when after five strokes nothing happened. “Sorry honey I can’t do it right now. I know why I don’t pull on yours,” he said.
 She giggled saying, “but grandpa I don’t have one.”
 Grandpa said, “Oh? Can I see what’s there?”
 He helped her out of her dress and panties. He acted surprised when he saw no cock hanging between her legs. “Hmm you were right. Tell you what I’ll take a look see what this looks like,” he said with a grin.
 “Ok,” she giggled. Bending down he parted her lower lips and began to lick her pink insides. Christi’s eyes were wide with amazement as she felt a tingle begin to grow. She soon began to pant as her grandpa continued to taste the young girl.
 Her Grandma had also loved this when she was younger. He deemed her almost ready to cum, so he found her little button of colitis and licked. It worked she let out a shriek and collapsed as she had her first orgasm.
 Grandma looked out from the kitchen where she was making more cookies to fatten Christi up. She laughed and return to her attention to her baking. Emma thought she might want a taste of her granddaughter before the little minx went into the oven.
  Harold had become hard again and once more eyed Christi small pussy. He thought she should know what a man felt like inside her before entering the oven.
She was still unconscious but wet down there. He made his decision to fuck her now this way it might not be as painful when he took her virginity.
 He picked Christi up off the floor placed her on his chair. Spreading her legs he lined himself up with the entrance to her sex. The head of his penis disappeared inside her. Christi was extremely tight but he managed to get inside. He hit a blockage that he knew would be her maidenhood.
 “Sorry about this but it best if you not a virgin anymore,” Harold told his granddaughter.
 He pushed hard ripping past her hymen. Christi woke with a scream as her virginity was taken. Her grandfather held his position and said soothing words her until the screams and tears stopped.
 He slowly pushed deeper into his tight granddaughter until he well inside her. He began to pump and Christi began to respond her grandfather’s ministration.
 Her hips started bucking forcing him deeper inside her now well lubricated pussy. With another scream of passion she came once more, but with her Grandpa inside her this time.
  The result was her already tight pussy contracted and began milking grandpa’s cock of all its seed. They both were panting by the end of there love making session.
 Harold’s manhood shrunk and pop out of her followed by his cum that she couldn’t hold.
 Grandpa asked, “Did you like that Christi?”
She smiled at him nodded saying, “Yes grandpa, when can we do it again?”
Laughing her grandfather said, “later my little goosey, later. Right know I think you should go take a bath.” She ran off to do that while he talked to his wife.
 “Emma I’ve started to tenderize her. How the weight coming on our, um I don’t even know what to call her. Maybe Pork Chop? How about Hairless Goat?” he asked.
 Emma thought about it for a few second before replying, “I haven’t thought about recipes for her yet call her what you want. I heard you tenderizing the meat and I hope the two of you enjoy it because she has a week left before I get her in the kitchen. As far as fatting goes she’s gained 3 pounds over the last week.”
 He nodded and left the kitchen. Emma was in a bad mood for some reason and he didn’t know why. It did realize that his wife was jealous that since Christi had been there he hadn’t once made love to her.
  “Grandma I’m hungry,” Christi said as she entered the kitchen.
  Her Grandma said, “Well, we can’t have that can we? I made you favorite type of cookie here you go sweetheart.” She took the plate of cookies and munched happily away on them. Grandma looked from her to the living room then back to Christi.
 “I heard you and Grandpa playing a game. You know I like games too,” she said with a hopeful grin.
 The soon to be meat giggled saying, “Are we going to play the same game I did with grandpa? I liked them, especially the first one where he liked my cunny”
 Licking her lips grandma replied “I think we can play that one then. Now let me set you on the counter her. Oomph, wow your get to be a big girl.” Almost 60 lbs of meat on the hoof was lifted on to the counter and her panties pulled off. The girl meat spread her legs and Grandma went to work licking her.
 Christi began to hum as her grandma licked. Grandma also found her to be quite tasty. In fact she had an almost sweet taste to her. Christi hum soon became a pant as she near her 3rd climax of the day. The meat had her orgasm and once again passed out.
 Grandma cleaned her out then went over to a cabinet and pulled out a large roasting pan. She placed it next to Christi and moved her eyes from the meat to the pan.
 Emma shook her head the pan was just too small for her granddaughter. She put the pan away no use frightening the meat.
 If Christi knew what was in store for her she might quit eating and she couldn’t have that. “Mmm, oh wow that was the best one yet,” the little meat packet said. “Uh grandma what was that?”
 Laughing Grandma explained about the bird and the bees. It ended with “but you don’t have to worry about having a baby because you yourself are a baby,” Grandma said.
 Christi emphatically told her Grandma, “I’m 7 years old, not a baby.”
 Her grandma explained, “Alright I guess you’re not a baby anymore, but I will always think of you as one.”
 Christi accepted the explanation. Grandma knew that another week it wouldn’t matter anyway. She went back into the living room to watch TV. But she also thought she like to sit on grandpa’s lap some more.
 He teased her by saying “oh your back again, are you. Well I guess I can get it up for you once more.”
 He would have had a problem with “getting it up” if he hadn’t visited the medicine cabinet. He had pop a little blue pill into his mouth. She sat on his lap once more and grandpa felt himself start to rise.
 There was still one hole he hadn’t tried and that was the butt hole. He was prepared though when he’d returned from the bathroom he’d also brought Vaseline.
 “Let play another game. Take your panties off again. You know I don’t think you’ll need to where them anymore.”
 She giggled before replying; “I don’t have on my panties their still in the kitchen.”
 Grandpa smiled at her and picked up the Vaseline. “In that case you can get down on your hands and knees and we can start the game,” he said.
 Christi was a bit confused but did as requested getting down on all fours. Christi looked back to see what her grandpa was doing, but couldn’t see around her rather large bottom.
 Grandpa flipped up her dress scoop out a generous supply lubricant. She gasped as the he apply the Vaseline between the cheeks that never smiled. Grandpa slid his cock up into his granddaughter’s butt. She screamed as his manhood penetrated her. “Ouch stop grandpa that hurts!” Christi yelled.
Her plea went unanswered as he gave another push. But he got nowhere she was just too tight back there. He pulled what little of himself he had gotten inside her out. “I’m sorry honey. We won’t play that game again,” Grandpa said.
 Christi was mad at her Grandpa and wouldn’t let him touch her for the rest of the day. She reconsidered the next day and they played the rest of the week up until Valentines Day.
The first thing Grandma did when she came down in the morning was weigh her. “Wow 65lbs you are a big girl. Why don’t you run in and tell your grandpa that.”
 She didn’t want her to see the ingredients that would turn her from little girl to roast. “Come here goosey, I want to show you something.” They had decided to make their granddaughter into a goose for their Valentines Day dinner.
One last fuck before she went to the oven wouldn’t hurt he thought, as she adjusted herself on top of him.
“Look what I got grandma for Valentines Day. Do you think she’ll like the new roasting pan I got her?” she smiled and looked at the pan on the floor.
 “Yes grandpa, I think she’ll love it. But it’s so big, how come?” the soon to be roast asked.
  He had an answer for her, “that’s because she planning a special roast for our valentine dinner.”
 Christi frowned “I feel bad I didn’t get grandma or you anything.”
 To which grandpa replied, “Oh don’t you worry your mommy and daddy took care of that.”
 Cocking her head she asked, “What did kind of gift Grandpa?”
 He smiled at the soon to be roast and said, “I’ll let your grandma tell you, after we’ve had some play time.”
 He gave his granddaughter a last fuck and she thought the best fuck she’d had from him. “Alright go get cleaned up and then you can go see Grandma. Oh and don’t bother to dress she might want to sample you too,” he said giving her a playful slap on her bottom.
When the meat went to bathe Harold took the roasting pan in to his wife. “I’m going to miss her but it’s got to be done,” he said placing the pan on the counter.
  Emma smiled at him, “I know I’ll miss her too.”
The meat came bonding into the kitchen and looked from one Grandparent to the other.
“What are we having for Valentines Day dinner, Grandma? Grandpa said mommy and daddy got you a gift, what is it?” she asked.
With a heavy sigh she replied, “The answer to both you questions is Y-O-U.” it took Christi’s little brain a full minute to process this information.
 “You’re going to cook me? But I thought you loved me.” She said inching away from her grandparents but couldn’t get very far because the doors were blocked. Grandma said, “we do love you that why I’m going to cook you. You see honey if I cook you it won’t hurt but if you were taken to the market….”
 The girl’s eyes grew huge she had been to the market with her parents before when they went shopping and had seen other children there being cut up while they were still alive.
 “Of course if you don’t want to stay for dinner I’m sure we can get you down to the market in time to be someone else’s valentine day dinner. In fact you’d probably be many people’s dinner,” Grandpa said.
 She was scared but stopped moving away. “That better now let’s get our fat little goose ready for the oven. Come here Christi sit right down on the chair.”
 Grandma ran her hands all over the child’s plump body. She licked her lips and made smacking sounds with her lips. “I know grandpa had you a bit a go why don’t I have a quick taste now. You aren’t in any hurry to get in the oven and start cooking are you?”
 It was a silly question because the she already had her legs spread wide for her Grandma. For the next 5 minutes the only sound in the kitchen was slurping and cries of passion as she got her granddaughter off for the last time.
 Grandma kissed Christi when they finished then said, “you were fantastic my love. But now I afraid it’s time to get you ready for the oven; you have to cook a very long time you know.”
 Tears began to flow from the meat, but she didn’t say a word as the goose on placed upon the counter by her Grandpa.
 While they had been playing in the other room grandma had made an orange sauce to spread over the meat. Once she was coated her feet were tied then knees. Her hands were tied in front of her. Her eyes lit up as Grandma told her how to masturbate. She knew if the girl did that she would be cumming and going at the same time, not realizing she was cooking.
 Christi’s hair was bundled into tin foil and then she was ready for the oven. “Harold help me get her into the oven otherwise will have to eat her raw,” Emma said.
 Christi’s heart raced and she let out a whimper as she was slid into the oven.
 “It’ll all be over soon Goosey. Just do what Grandma says and you won’t have to be scared,” he told her as the oven door closed.
 She shrieked as the oven was turned on. But the point of cooking her alive was to make sure she didn’t suffer so the oven was only set to low.
 About 15 minute into the baking they saw the meat’s demeanor change from frighten child to happy child as her fingers finally found home.
  She had several orgasms before the end came with a last shriek of pleaser. Then she lay there quietly, a smile on her angelic little face.
 Grandma open the oven basted her then shut the door and turned up the heat. “Our goose will ready for the table in about 4 or 5 hrs,” Emma said.
 Harold nodded and looked at his wife and said, “How long before her next basting?” a quizzical look crossed her face as she replied, “about ½ hr. why?”
 Harold gave her a devilish smile motion her to follow him. She was laughing as she saw it was to the bedroom they were heading for.
Emma said, “why you horny old man, you.”
  A much relaxed Emma made it back in time to baste the meat. That evening the goose was laid out on the table steam rising from every orifice.
  “Happy valentine day honey,” Harold said and placed the cunt filet on her plate.
  She bit into the tenderest piece of meat she ever tasted. Then Emma smile back at him and said, “Thank you my love. You did a great job of tenderizing her.”
 Harold thought his wife was selfish because Emma ate the entire filet herself. She wasn’t really when ever they were lucky enough to catch a child and roast it Harold always had that cut. Instead that cut he took settled on some of the ribs,
 Emma thought he’d probably wanted breast meat too but this was their granddaughter and she hadn’t been old enough to have them. Still she knew her ribs had plenty of meat on them but she was surprised he didn’t take the nipple. She didn’t know he wanted to have a nipple sandwich later.
 There was plenty of leftover “gooses” to last well into the next week when she was placed in the refrigerator.

                             THE END