We were both crammed into an industrial-sized oven. My bulging muscles and her chub gave him a little trouble. Just as Blood-boiler closed the door, Rae shouted "Stuffing!"

We sat against the hot metal for a while. Merciful intoxication numbed me to a little of the pain, and I thought about all the necks I wouldn't get to sever and all the girls (and one guy, no I won't tell you who, it's a special case) I wouldn't be able to introduce to the rough side of love while my flesh roasted.

The giant pressed his grotesque face against the oven door and mouthed "What did you say?"

"The stuffing!" Rachel screamed. "You forgot the stuffing!"

The giant opened the door. I gasped for breath, shivering as the room-temperature air raked across my heated body. I noticed, in that abstract, inner-strategist way, that I was so dehydrated and cooked my body could no longer produce sweat.

"I mean, stuffing would help with the *urp* marinade," she said. I felt her drool run down the back of my neck. Normally it would have annoyed me, but moisture brought some small measure of relief, for which I was grateful. "Plus, since you've gone to all this trouble to cook us the right way, for which I am very, very thankful, you might as well go the whole nine yards and stick an apple in each of our mouths. I bet your girlfriend would like that fancy touch," she purred. I could feel her stomach rumbling.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," he said. "Marrow-sucker has been complaining a lot that I don't give her anything fancy." He sighed and fished around for the right ingredients.

"I'm starving," Rae whimpered. "I need food."

"My heart breaks for you," I said, with sarcasm that could melt through armor. She didn't respond.

"Open up, heroes!" Blood-boiler said cheerfully. He yanked open my mouth and I tried not to choke on several fistfuls of stuffing. By the time he finished, my stomach was aching. I probably would have thrown up if I wasn't already plastered from the marinade he'd poured down my throat.

"Go to the cr-mph!" I said, as he shoved a Granny Smith apple halfway down my throat. Then he filled up his clawed fingers with stuffing and began to cram it into Rachel's mouth.

"More!" Rachel squealed. Her stomach roared like the Nemean Lion. The giant crammed another few fistfuls of seasoned bread crumbs into her mouth.

"Come on! I've got plenty of room left, and this stuff will taste so good when it mingles with my fatty juices. Is that *munch* all you've got? You better *urp* mix up another batch."

While the giant whipped up another bowl of stuffing, I could hear Rachel smacking her lips and feel her stomach rumbling against me. She squirmed inside her constraints, and I could feel her chunky mass grinding against me.

"Ease up, tubby bitch. I'd hate to die from friction burns before I get a chance to slowly die of heat stroke or blood loss while I'm chewed up, thanks to your helpful advice."

"I'm still hungry,' Rachel snarled. I swear I could feel the green light from her eyes burning into my neck.

The giant came back. "Okay, I need to have you guys cooked by the time honey-bones gets back, so this is the last bowl of stuffing." He just poured it into her mouth, and she gobbled it all down. I could feel the slight pressure as her stomach expanded a little against my back. Then he raised up his hands with a gala apple and stuffed it into Rachel's mouth.

That was a big mistake.