"Fine Dining, 2067" (Story)

Someone recommended I post my stories on this forum. Here you go!

“Hi, my name is Kelly, and I will be your waitress tonight”

My wife Coleen and I where celebrating our 10th anniversary, I smiled at her, she was a wonderful women who even though I could of replaced her at any time, I kept her, if anything else, she was strong, while at the same time accepting of the fate of females. In case those who do not know, between female cloning and “D-Grabbing” the number of females had grown exponentially, as there was at any time five to seven times as many women as men, with millions more added worldwide each day. However Cannibalism, or more exactly, gynophagia, a fancy word for women eating, had become almost normal. One could obtain women meat from anything from canned goods to fine cuts in the local grocery. Heck, one could even get butter like spreads made from the fats of women. There was of course rules, there was the free women, and the nonfree, the nonfree could be harvested at any time by there owner, and the free women could be harvested by there fathers or husbands, depending on there status. Sometimes I wondered how Carol would taste, but she had born me some sons, so for there sake I never put her on the grill.

However, we where at Anderson’s, are favorite local eatery. It was a place where you would dress up, drink and have the finest food. Almost anything was on the menu. which lead us to looking.

“Have you decided what you want for tonight?”

I look up at our waitress, dressed in the black pants and white shirt uniform, she was quite pritty, olive toned skin, with strong european features, so mostly likely Italian or central American with a strong Spanish influence. looking down from her green eyes I noticed that she had a stunning body, firm, teenage tits, 34 C from my guess, and a hourglass figure, not thin but not fat. And from what I could guess, a amazing rear.

“I belive my wife would like some red wine, ‘13 if you have it. We have not decided what to eat, but we will have a whole bottle.”

As the waitress walked away, Carol laughed, and said “the man who doesn’t want to spend money is opening up today, I like that. ”

I laughed and looked over the menu, “Should I have the Legsteak, or should I have some stuffed breast in wine sauce?”

I looked up and carol had her evil grin, which usually ment that she had something up her sleeve, so I just said “What do you have in mind?”

“How about we do what Anderson’s is famous for, lets have our waitress”

I rose my eyebrow, sexy, yes, kinky even, but I said “Are you sure honey, that costs a lot of money, would you rather have that, or a fur coat?”

Carol held my hands and look at me “Look, you make good money, and you had me as a wife for ten years, most men eat there wives in seven, and I would prefer to see my son turn 18 before you put me on the roast. I want you to be happy.”

I smiled…just then Kelly, our waitress came to the table.

“There you wine, now, have you decided what you want?”

Carol just smiled and said “Sure do sweety, you.”

Kelly took a double take and swallowed, and said “Now are you sure, you will get your choice of cuts, but it costs $1200 for this menu item.”

I looked at Kelly, patted her on the rear, and said “Sure are sweety, and before you ask, yes, I would love to press the button. ”

Kelly had tears running down her face as she called over the owner, who was delighted that we chose the item, and Mr. Anderson, Kelly, and myself walked to the kitchen.

Now, the kitchen was bedlam, cooks running around, chopping food, and dealing with hot plates. in the back was the roasters, and I watched a scared Asian teen on a Jessie 3000 be impailed and gutted and put on the heat rack, as what looked like her sister was taken off and carved. When I looked back I saw that Kelly was taking off her shirt. I watched amused as she stripped.

The owner looked at me, “now, what would you like from her, your choice.”

I watched her stripped, I said “I will take one stuffed breast cooked, the other in a take home bag, along with a legsteak with Greens and a potato, carol will have the Pussy steak and a small arm roast.”

I watched two large cooks grab kelly and place the 130 pound girl into the machine. her panties showing her full rear.

“I will have a Kelly ham sandwich to go as well”

The owner nodded, and asked if I wanted to “stuff the pussy” which was the polite term for fucking her. which I agreed, Carol was waiting for me, and it was in the middle of a busy kitchen, and the whole idea was turning me on, so I did not last long, as I got close I was given a device with a button, and as I was close, I pressed it. I heard the blade move, and kelly body tensed as they always do, and I filled her cunt with my cum. I quickly went to the bathroom, adjusted my clothing, and went out to carol.

Me and Carol talked for a long time, and then our new waitress Ashley, a tall, thin, and pretty girl served us our bits of kelly. Carol loved her steak, and Anderson’s does have the best stuffed tits in town. Well fed and with boxes of food left over, as for the price we had a number of other cuts added to our order on the house, we went home. That Night we made passionate love and Carol was knocked up. Nine months later a baby girl was born, we named her Kelly after the best waitress we had.