I'd like a pound of teenybopper tit, please!

Spring is here, and that means Frisbee at the beach, rollerblading in Central Park, and barbecues! There’s nothing quite as sublime as a finely cooked brisket and grilled chicken, perhaps with a side of cornbread and mashed potatoes, as I’m sure most of you would agree… unless you’re are a fan of gynophagia, in which case your favorite barbecue dish is probably suckling cheerleader or roasted schoolmarm.

The Dolcett Archives features a series of gynophagia stories, all featuring large-breasted women who are surprisingly eager to be run through with a wooden stake and slowly roasted on an open fire.

There’s a lot of fucking weird shit on this site that you should go see for yourself, but to whet your appetite here’s a few pictures from the “Fantasy Barbeque” story:

Synopsis: Cheryl agrees to be roasted for the annual cookout with one proviso: she doesn’t want to be impaled, she wants to be cooked alive. Her husband and friends tie her to a spit and proceed to slowly cook her over an open fire. (This is one of my favorite stories!)


Fantasy BBQ!


Fantasy BBQ!


Fantasy BBQ!


Fantasy BBQ!

I love how the guy says “This is one of my favorite stories!” See, when I think back on my favorite stories I think of Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash or Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle or even those gay-ass Dragonlance novels I read back in middle school. What kind of life do you have to lead for your favorite story to be about cooking up a huge serving of roast lady? Perhaps as a child his family would spit-roast chickens and pigs for family barbecues, and his pubescent mind somehow decided that it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he had to go whack off to it? The mind boggles.

Another gem of a story is Lunch Date:

Synopsis: A mother and daughter are planning what (who) to have for dinner, when they’re notified that they’re to become food themselves. Mom phones her husband who comes home on his lunch break, fucks them both, then decapitates them. They’re then taken down to the grocery store.

It is interesting to note that throughout all this, all the women are docile and accepting of their fate. I think the gynophagia fetish is an obvious backlash against the feminist movement, and is an attempt to put women “back in their place” as it were, by depicting them as literal pieces of meat. In a gynophagia fan’s mind, women are there to serve a purpose: to be consumed by men. Either that or people who like gynophagia are just fucked in the head, take your pick.

So head on down and read some gynophagia stories, or come and check out some stand-alone pictures. Many thanks to my homeboy Majcameron for these sweet links. Later, kids!
FUCK YEAH!

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