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Show your support, you worthless three holed cock sockets.

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have a warm Halloween!

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If you were to get stuffed, what would you want to get stuffed with?

proper pork stuffing plugged with veg. a recipe with ingredents like this sounds nice:

2 large onions

50 g stale bread

200 g vac-packed chestnuts

1 kg higher-welfare shoulder of pork , trimmed, diced

1 bunch of fresh sage , (30g)

3 rashers of higher-welfare smoked streaky bacon

1 whole fresh nutmeg , for grating

1 lemon

1 orange or clementine

prepped and mixed together. carrots or cucumbers to keep it from being forced out

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More tasty bunnies!! This time one who wants to be a tasty dinner

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One Christmas morning you get up, go to the lounge where your presents are waiting. With your parents, you open yours up. There's a number of veggies in the first one. The next present contains oil and a brush. The third box holds a large tray. The fourth, holds a meat thermometer. It's then you realise that these gifts are all needed for the slow roast you're about to become for Christmas Dinner.

Gulp!

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love a hot bath

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More tasty bunnies!! This time one who wants to be a tasty dinner

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Longpig and buffet?

Longpig. Id prefer to be done as a honey bbq mustard spit roast in front of important business women and men.

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Something I wrote a little while ago, enjoy!

Eva blew the last of the smoke from her cigarette and let out a heavy sigh, draining the dregs from her mug of tea, blinking sleep out of her dark brown eyes and smiling wryly as she looked across at her project for the morning. Resting on her Knees and forearms in a Cast Iron roasting tray Lay an impressive fattened blonde woman, Eva had almost instantly forgotten the poor girls Name, having renamed her to what she saw as the more appropriate “Buttercup” as soon as the witch had had her locked up in the fattening cage. The girl was in her early twenties, When Eva had ambushed her in the woods three months ago she had been a slight thing, bearly a hundred and ten pounds but two months of minimal movement had pushed her to an almost even three hundred, her once chiseled, almost model-like features had grown soft and chubby, now covered with a generous layer of fat. Tears streamed down her fat cheeks as she shivered in fear and the witch hovered over her, slender strong fingers probing the meat expertly. She had already stuffed her meal the night before so as to save time this morning, it has taken a good few hours to stuff her analy, leaving the fat pig of a girl with a distended belly, and she had capped it off with a large thick carrot to keep the thick sage and onion mixture inside of her “Who’s My fat little piggy Hmmm?” Eva Muses in a sing-song voice, running a pale digit down her well-upholstered back, stopping half way down to squeeze a generous meaty roll, her unnaturally long tongue flicking out moisten blood red lips as she moved her hand down to weigh the girls buttocks, before delivering a hard smack that left a red hand print and set the thick rump meat jiggling for a good few seconds. “P-please Miss Eva, don’t eat me…I’ll be good, I won’t tell anyone” Buttercup begged, her voice cracking with terrified sobs. “Now dear, do try and face this with some sort of dignity, I mean your proverbial goose is cooked at this point and all your achieving is giving me a headache! you’ve had a nice time right? acting like a lazy porker, not doing anything…well now that debt has to be paid”. The witches voice dripped with mock sympathy as she spoke, floating away to the coal-fired oven and lighting it, chopping Potatoes as she waits for it to heat up, dicing a selection of winter vegetables and dumping them into the bottom of the pan. “And look at it this way, you get to keep that pretty head, I mean I could have cut you into Bacon…”. The poor morsels eyes went wide, her rosy cheeks going white as a sheet, “Please don’t roast me alive at least, I’m begging you, slit my throat!”. The earned her a hearty chuckle and a patronising pat on the top on her head, followed by a squeeze to her fat cheek as one would do to comfort a child. “Awww, so cute when they beg…”. The Witch then moved over to the stove, placing a saucepan on the heat and adding a generous amount of butter to it, a dash of olive oil and some grated garlic, the cottages large kitchen filling with the slightly sweet smell of the melting Dairy products, a smile on her face as she listened to the bound and partially garnished pig whimpering and begging behind her. “Now, Any last words piggy? Hmmm?” She said turning around, holding a large round apple in her fingers, striding towards the girl on slender legs, tight with muscles and pale as the moon, almost seeming to shine with an aura of the supernatural. appearing just slightly to perfect to be totally Human, the air of a born and instinctive predator hiding behind her cheery personable demeanour. The Pig girl on the other hand just whimpered slightly, her eyes rolling back as she passed out with fear earning her a sigh from the witch who simply used one strong hand to pry open her fat mouth and the other to cram the apple in as far as it would go. she then removed the pan from the heat, letting it cool slightly for a few moment, absurdly not wanting to burn the meat before it went into the oven. She poured the thick mixture over her meal, covering her totally and beginning to knead and massage the basting fluid into her, covering every roll and crevasse on the unconscious lump of Human pork. She then poured Olive oil into her dinners hair, getting it nice and covered before wrapping it in tin foil to stop it from burning, it would be styled again once she was removed from the oven. She then fashioned tin foil booties for her hands and feet, knowing that her extremities would turn buttery soft in the covering and not end up burned and dry. After she was done the young witch took a step back to admire her handy work with a few appreciative nods. Her last step was to rub the flesh with sea salt to turn her soft skin into a nice crispy crackling. She then wheeled the pan to the oven, opening the door, the brutal heat pouring out. This roused the victim, her eyes going wide, whimpers escaping around the apple, straining against the cooking twine that bit into her flesh. Eva gave her one last hard smack on the rump and slide her inside, slamming the heavy door and sighing to herself. There was a knock on the door. “Ah, my guest are running early!” She quipped, to no one in particular, used to having at least one girl in a fattening cage to bounce, admittedly at times slightly crazy, ideas off of. She opened the door with a grin. “Welcome S-” she cut herself off, her smile widening, bearing her sharp teeth to the person on the doorstep. A plump, raven-haired Goth girl, looking slightly Dirty, her clothes a little torn, shivering in the cold air. “Hello there, I was lost in the woods, and i was wondering if I could use your phone” The witch smiled a bit wider, reaching a hand outwards onto a chubby sholder and giving it a squeeze, “But of course my dear, come in!, you look exhausted…you must let me fix you something to eat…”

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Hi girl! I partially agree with what you write on you tumblr. I want to be smart and beautiful. I am taking a PhD, I can talk nearly 6 languages, play the piano, have a lots of hobbies and, at the same time, I can do all the houseworks plus I satisfies every day my Man with great sex. My Man is extremely happy of who I am, he always praises my intelligence and my cuteness. He rules the house but I won't never accept to be "dumb" just because I am a girl.

Just because most girls are dumb does not mean you are too. Some girls are clever, however most are not. Kind of like most men are smart but some are not.

But look at a puppy, if you teach it lots of tricks, this does not mean it is a smart puppy. We still speak about how smart it is, how cute and well behaved. But in the end, it was just taught right. So don`t get too high on a horse because men taught you certain languages to speak or how to pass tests.

If you are happy though and you are making your Sir happy, then all I can say is: keep it up. Good job. Good girl! Who is a good girl? Yes, you are!

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