Worse Than Chopped Liver_New July 10

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I loved the razor scene, giving some backstory to the sad and the parents's attitudes

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Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 5. Briefs Buffet


For about a year or so, Ashley got quite excited and enthused whenever she got to hang out with her cousins Donovan and Derry. Truth be told,
it was the older one she looked forward to seeing. Derry can sometimes be an obnoxious little jerk, and he was little being six inches shorter
than Ashley. Girls sprout up so quicky around eleven or twelve years old while the boys lag behind for another year till it's their turn to go
through rapid physical changes. Where the twelve year old Derry is shorter, the fifteen year old Donovan towers over her.

Where Derry is a chatterbox, the older cousin is the thinking type, carefully planning out his actions. Standing in only underwear and a bikini
top, Ashley sees Donovan's eyes roaming up and down taking in the sight of slender long legs and only slightly curved hips. 'What is he thinking?'
Ashley really doesn't want to know. Showing off her body this way is bad enough, but her mother did more to upset the whole apple cart when
she tells Ashley to shove the rest of the liver down her undies along with the peas. This added punishment beyond stripping off of shorts is beyond
reason. The daughter appeals to her father.

"This isn't right. Mom can't make me do this." Ashley expects immediate suspension of her sentence. After all, this has gone far enough.

"Do what your mom tells you," comes the simple and short response.

"But...but dad..."

"Obey you mother or I'll warm your butt with my hand." It was a matter of fact statement, there being no emotion, no anger in how it was said.

With the appeals process coming to a quick and unsatisfying conclusion, Ashley had no other recourse or plan of action. Comply or be punished
with a swatting. She could handle the corporal punishment if her two male cousins were not in attendance. Letting them see her be spanked
is unthinkable.

"Shove that food down there before I get upset with the delaying tactics," mom warns her.

Hardly believing the incredible misfortune, Ashley steps closer to the table. Picking up the knife and fork again, she cuts the remaining portion
of the liver into three pieces. With fingers trembling she pulls the waistband of her cotton panties out just enough to place the three pieces of
meat down in there. The liver disappearing act is accomplished. She didn't do an exact count, but there were around eight chunks of liver
in the front part of the pink and white panties. The unusual package forms a distinct lumpy bulge enhancing the natural bulging out of her
pubic mound. Anyone seeing only the underwear and not the upper body would assume there is a cock and balls tucked down in there,
though the shape and dimensions might be odd.

"Don't forget the peas," mom reminds her.

"I want more peas pretty please," Derry says, followed by a snorty laugh.

It takes several scoops using a spoon to corral the pesky peas on the plate. Three dumpings of the rolly polly green things and the front of the
panties is getting crowded. The shame is nearly at a myaximum. Everyone at the table is witness to a unique form of correction. Ashley swears
to herself she'll never do this again. Just when she thought the penalty phase of this crime is over it started up again.

"I don't think Ashley has enough food in or on her yet. I put too many tomatoes in the salad. She doesn't need that many."

To her growing shock and dismay, Ashley cannot believe it when her mother grabs the mostly untouched bowl of salad next to the regular
dinner plate.

"Pull out the back of your panties," mother commands.

With great trepidation and growing horror Ashley follows her mom's orders. She uses the left hand to reach around, and grasping the waistband
she yanks it away from her skin. She can't see it, but she certainly can feel it when the cold and wet tomato slices are dropped into the
opening. The tomatoes go straight down past the crack of her butt to collect at the bottom. Nearly instantly that section of the cotton briefs
become soaked with salad dressing of an Italian type along with juices seeping from the slices themselves. Donovan and Derry can't contain
their laughter, each one cackling like hyenas. Funny as this is for them the best is still to come.

"Anyone else have something they don't want to eat?" mom looks around the table at the seated diners.

Everyone looks at each other. Everyone looks at their plates as a wide variety of options are available. Ashley looked from one plate to another,
each one still with something remaining. None of the eaters had completely cleared their plates and some had already reached for a second
portion of something.

"I got seconds on the mashed taters and gravy," dad says. "I actually can't eat this much. Come over here little girl."

For the first time Ashley has to walk with the food filling out the underwear. The front feels clunky with the meat chunks. The rear end is
wet and squishy. Ashley walks around the table to stand next to her father.

"Turn around. Lower the back end."

Turning around presents her briefs clad bottom to dear old dad, who yanks on the back of the waistband himself. Dad shovels in a heaping
spoonful of mashed potatoes with brown gravy. The thick stuff clings to the skin of her rear end, then with the help of the gravy slides further south. This gravy now adds to the slick sensation, and it threatens to seep past the elastic leg bands. The leg holes of girl's panties are not well designed to hold back any sort of fluids. That is why pads and tampons were invented, neither of which Ashley has down there. It feels
amazingly similar to the day when she had her first period, which happened only a few months prior and happened during school of course.

"Your Cousin Derry is next," mom calls out as she continues to direct this impromptu play. "What do you not want to finish, Derry?"

The younger cousin grins like a spoiled cat, the braces on his teeth adding to the wicked effect, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"I don't want these icky peas."

"Well waste not want not. Dispose of them however you see fit. Move along girl, get up next to him."

Ashley moves to stand in front of Cousin Derry. With more walking she feels gravity taking hold, pulling the liver pieces and peas further
down to the crotch. After coming closer she can barely look down at the bratty boy who for the moment has complete control over her.
Derry scoops up peas onto a spoon. Ashley knows the drill, placing fingers at the front waistband.

"Wait...hold up. Can I grab her panties? Do I get to pull the top of them outward?" Derry looks toward his aunt.

Mom has a decision on procedures, and she makes it immediately. "Of course dear. Let Derry do it. Ashley, hold still and let your cousin
make those peas drop in there."

She wanted to pull back her body so badly when the fingers of Derry's left hand touched the skin of her tummy just an inch above the panties,
but she dared not. She must stand there like a statue and let whatever happen to her happen. Ashley trembles again when the fingers curl
around the elastic waistband. Not yanking quickly, but pulling the material away from the lower abdomen, Derry slowly pulls the top of the
mostly pink panties outward...and slightly downward! Inch by agonizing inch the gap between skin and cotton grows larger. Ashley looks down
and what she sees is awful. What she sees is what her younger cousin can also see. Ashley sees an expanse of smooth white skin, then a nearly
straight line of light brown hair. She wants to scream out for Derry to cease and desist but she is under orders and must comply with
this madness.

From her viewing angle, Ashley cannot see it perfectly. From Derry's viewpoint he has the perfect view of the somewhat triangular shape of the pubic patch. One more tug on the waistband, one more slip downward of the material, and the only partially obscured slit becomes visible.

"Dang. There's some peas stuck on her hair. And some stuck in that groove too. So freaking cool. That liver is a jumbled-up mess."

Derry dumps the spoonful of peas down the hatch. He has more peas on the plate but he's too focused on looking at the remarkable sight
no boy his age is supposed to see. "Ow Wow!" he says. "Wowie wow wow."

Even though it's not his turn, Donovan can't resist getting up to get a closer look. He rushes up beside his little brother, leans over
to look at the growing buffet feast in his cousin's panties, most of which is below the top of the hairline.