The cheff struggles to lift the pan with your now bloated body. As you are carried you feel the various stuffings you were fed, shift in your belly. It's then you notice a feeling from down lower. It seems while you were busy being 'fed' a large carrot, among other vegetables, had been inserted from behind, filling you even further.
This realization makes your cock twitch from between the pineapple. The sensation from that movement alone cause you to orgasim in the pan. Moaning around the apple in your mouth, a few Jets of white sauce covers your belly and runs down your side into the pan. Seeing this the cheff gives a light chuckle, and the bull snorts in amusment. Blushing from embarrassment you feel your cock remain hard.
The intimidating machine was left open, and warm, but not hot, waiting for your bound body to enter it. As the pan hit the metal rack, a bit of sauce splashed up between your legs, Sending a shiver up through your cock. The liquid ran down the skin of your taint on to the carrot embedded into your ass, causing you to squeeze it a little harder. The last thing you see before the cheff closes the oven door is the horny salivating bull leaking from mouth and cock in excitement and plesure.
The warm embrace of the dark oven leaves you momentarily cozy but not for long. Suddenly a glow appears inside the oven, lighting it up. A small blaze begins to rapidly heat the oven. At first its gentle, and arousing, sending shivers through your marinated and naked body. The warm reminded you of the salivating maw waiting just outside the oven. A second orgasim over takes you as you imagine this, but before you can come down from the second high things get hotter.
The heat starts to make you sweat, mixing with the sauce that you're covered in. A few drops of the mixture begins to run across your skin in various places tickling you in some erotic places. The delicious smell of seasoning and juices entrances you once again.
Soon your skin begins to sting. Not enough to make you hurt but enough for the realization to hit. You are being slow roasted. Five minutes in you feel your skin begins to tighten and tan, and your sweat, cum and sauce begins to thicken, and sizzle, as it begins Dripping into the pan below. Even the pineapple around your belly and cock begins to release it's juices, flavoring your now permanent erection.
You wiggle in diffcomfort only to be reminded of the twine binding your body, and the ingredients in your full stomach and lower colon. Tightening your rectum and flexing your still hard cock, you check to see if the pineapple and the carrot are still in place. You want to look perfect for when you come out. Another few orgasims over take you flavoring you further and thuroughly disorienting your mind.
As you loose track of time, you see the oven door open up. Thinking you are done the cheff pulls the pan out a little. Prodding you in various places at your now sensitive skin, you see the bull eyeing you over the man's shoulder taking huge wiffs of your aroma.
Exposed you feel yourself embarrassed by this display but your cooked skin covers your blush. Suddenly you feel a drizzle of something on your leg. Holding a baster the cheff begins to drizzly the saucy juices in the pan over your body. The mixture causes you to squirm as it drives you further into pleasure.
Turning you over so that your round and tender butt is sticking up in the air exposed, The cheff continues basting you, drizzling the sizzling sauce down your back and the crevice of your meaty mounds.
The cheff then begins Adjusting your hard cock so that it sticks out from behind, then returns you to the oven, but not before giving your dick a couple of pulls. Before the door closes you see the well decorated dining table off to the side. Could a bull even use utensils? It was probably just for presentation.
The last few minutes in the oven was much different. Instead of running, the sauces stick to the skin like a second layer. Feeling the heated air on your now exposed ass, caused it's own set of orgasims to arrive, filling the pan with more juices.
Soon, but not soon enough, a timer rings in the distance and the oven opens up once again. As the cheff takes you out of the blazing oven, hot and looking like the most delicious and erotic roast ever, you see the bull standing at the dining table waiting for you. Also hard, you realise the bull is at the perfect hight to both devour, or 'play' , with whatever is placed in front of it. Which so happens to be you in a few moments.
But a problem arises. With all this tender love and care used to make you into a most delectable, and fuckable, peice of meat. How will you be served?
Will you be presented face up, spead eagle in all your glory? To where you can watch as the bull can do what he likes with you and your stuffed belly and pineapple covered sausage?
Or will you remain face down with your dick poking out the back with your rump presented for easy access to the vegetables hidden inside like the roast pig you are?
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