This is just a stub for a much longer fantasy adventure. I shall add more parts of the story later as I write them, and then I'll edit them all for consistency, continuity, and readability. I hope that you enjoy my story as much as Bonnie Cook and her Hungry friends enjoy Chuck Roastt.
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Chuck Roastt heard his phone signaling him with its electronic version ringing. He answered on the third ring. “Hello,” he said in his polite, baritone voice, remembering to speak from his diaphragm to sound very muscular and masculine.
“Hello!” said the female voice at the other end of the conversation. “This is Bonnie Cook! May I please speak with Chuck Roastt?”
“Hi, Bonnie! This is Chuck Roastt! I thought that I recognized your voice. I haven’t heard from you since we …” His voice trailed off. “It’s good to hear from you. What can I do for you?”
“Yes, we haven’t spoken since we hooked up! Don’t be embarrassed to say it. I’m not! I loved our time together. And I’d like to see you again! Can you come to a weekend gathering at my home next week? I know that you are busy, and I apologize for the short notice. But it will be meaningless without you. Can you come?”
“Oh! I’d love to come! Yes, I’ll be there! … Wait! Oh, shoot! I can’t do it! I can’t come this weekend.
“Oh! That’s disappointing. I was looking forward to hanging you … I mean, hanging around with you and meeting you again! Well, how about next week? Would that work better?”
“Yes! I can do that! I’m already looking forward to coming! I want very much for us to hang around together again and for us to meet again!”
“Here’s an idea! Why don’t you come and plan to stay for 2 or oven … I mean, even 3 weeks? That will give us more time to hang out and meet again! Can you do that?”
“Yes, I can do that! I’m on vacation over the summer before the fall semester starts!”
“Great! I live on a large estate with several friends. We call it Farnhamville. I’ll send you a map and directions. It’s a long drive, but you can do it in one or at most two days. You’ll love it here! Lots of fresh air, exercise, and good living. We have our own farms where we grow our own fruits and vegetables. And our own grains. We bake our own bread, too. We are very proud of our abilities as bakers.”
“I see.”
“Oh, I hope so! I hope that you can see our baking skills and appreciate them! Firsthand and up close! So close that you can really feel it!” She chuckled.
He chuckled, too, in response and said, “I’d like that!”
She chuckled hungrily and continued, “I’m glad that you’d like that! And there’s more! At Farnhamville, we even raise our own animals! When they are ready to be eaten, we slaughter them and cook them. In fact, the women who live a Farnhamville known as Butchers & Cooks! After we butcher and cook our animals, we eat them! And they’re delicious!”
“Well, I’m a vegetarian, so I don’t eat meat.
“Oh, I had forgotten! Well, we do eat meat—and we certainly will eat meat when you’re with us for our special dinner … eventually—but you won’t. Well, can still include you in our special dinner! We also make our own textured vegetable protein from the soybeans that we grow. It looks, cooks, and tastes exactly like meat. You can eat that! We wouldn’t want you to go without protein to keep you and your large muscles strong and healthy!”
“Sounds good! Yes, I am very interested in my body and my muscles!”
“So am I! Oh, yes! I am very interested in your lovely muscles!”
They both laughed.
Bonnie Cook said, “You’ll need to bring enough clothes for your stay. You’ll need some workout clothes so that you can lift weights and run because I know how important it is to you to stay in shape. It’s important to me, too! We wouldn’t want you to lose any muscle mass!”
Chuck Roastt said, “Thanks for thinking about me and my muscles!”
“Oh, I’m always thinking about you … and your muscles, your large, bulging, beautiful muscles!” She chuckled. “We dress informally here throughout the day, and we would expect you to dress informally, too. We wear white cotton dress shirts. When we are overseeing the farm and the men who work for us, we wear khaki slacks with our white shirts. When we are at home, we wear white cotton dress shirts with red skirts. Sometimes we wear neckties, too, especially when we are exercising executive authority.” She chuckled again.
“As I said, we expect you to dress informally throughout the day during your visit at Farnhamville when you are not working out and taking care of your sweet muscles. No need to wear a suit or a sport coat. Just a white cotton dress shirt. Can you bring several white cotton dress shirts? And some neckties, too? You’ll look so good in a white shirt and a necktie! As the saying goes, you’ll look good enough to eat!” She drooled a bit, licked her lips, and chuckled again.
Chuck Roastt replied, “Well, I don’t know about that, but I’ll do my best! In fact, I’ll go this far. If you think I look good enough to eat, then you can cook me and eat me!” She laughed and said, “I’m glad you said that! Oh, yes, I’m so very glad you said that!” They both laughed as they both thought of him being voluntarily cooked and eaten, but they had very different perspectives on his yummy fate. He thought it was a joke; she knew that it wasn’t.
Then he glanced at his phone and said, “I just received the map and directions on my phone! Thanks! I’ll be in touch before I leave, and I’ll keep you informed about my progress.” He became so excited that he got an erection that rubbed against the inside of his white, cotton, oxford cloth boxer shorts, reinforcing itself with every rub and every throb.
She said, “Great! I can’t wait for you to get her so we can have you for dinner!”
“Until you have me for dinner!” he replied.
She drooled a little, she bit and licked her lips, and she chuckled yet again knowing that she would soon enjoy something very rare and very tasty, indeed, some special living nourishment.
