A Savory Meatgirl Chili Pot

I shivered slightly as the next guest let another blast of cold winter air inside. Mom, as the hostess of this block party, was meeting everyone at the door as they arrived and I had to stand next to her to help her stay upright.

“Oh thank goodness, we’re here! I thought we were going to get lost just walking down the block in this blizzard,” said the short, heavily pregnant Asian woman coming in.

“Welcome, Rima! So glad you could make it,” Mom greeted one of her closest friends.

Rima brushed some snow off her bare, protruding belly before taking off her coat and adding it to the pile on the entryway table. This revealed that the coat and furry boots were the only things the woman had been wearing. I’ve always thought she was a bit odd, but sweet.

“And that wind! Gracious, I’m about frozen to the bone,” continued the now naked woman. “Hi, Nicole. You’re looking sexy tonight!”

Mom was totally naked, and I just had on a lacy white bikini and g-string. The heat radiating from Mom’s body was keeping me warm on one side, but I still had goosebumps from the cold air.

“Well, you could try wearing clothes, Rima,” Mom said dryly. “They do wonders for keeping you warm in weather like this.”

“You know quite well that my normal clothes would never fit me in this condition.” Rima patted her gravid belly. “And I simply refuse to make Grant buy me maternity clothes that will only fit me for a while. It would just be a waste of money, dear.”

Her husband, Grant, came in, panting a little and stomped to get the snow off his boots. His big coat bulged in a way that puzzled me until he took it off, revealing his daughter, Sophie, clinging to him. She was also naked, and although Grant was fully clothed, it was pretty obvious that his cock was fully sheathed in his daughter’s cunt.

Rima was still talking. “But, look at you, all naked, too. It looks to me like you’ve finally seen the light and given up wearing clothes when pregnant. Say, I thought you were due to pop a couple weeks ago.”

Mom and Rima leaned in for a friendly kiss.

“Oh, I’m not pregnant; I pushed out those twins a month ago.” Mom patted her own bulging belly happily. “This is actually the meatgirl chili we’re having tonight.”

I helped Mom turn around to show the electrical cord dangling from her ass like a tail.

“My lands!” cried Rima. “You’re cooking yourself while walking around? What will they think of next?”

Mom laughed. “I know, I know. Shawn saw this roaming internal girl roaster and bought it on impulse. The girls gutted me through my ass and replaced my insides with the ingredients for the chili and a big heating element. I’ve been slow cooking chili in my belly all afternoon while I help set up for the party.”

They kept gabbing about this modern marvel while I greeted Sophie.

“Hey, Soph.