Gyrus switched on a fan assisted oven dragged over a tub of garlic butter, and butter knife. "I hope it will be..."<br/><br/>He scooped out the butter and started layering it on to the flattened squirrel, working the oils into her surface. He made sure to give her flattened tits and tail special attention, rubbing the butter knife over them gently as he rubbed the butter on. He finished off by using a spatula to fold her disc shaped form in half, exposing the lower part of her underside. He then proceeded to spread more butter on her spread open labia and thighs, casusing them to tingle as the garlic oils sunk into the surface layers.<br/><br/>Flattening her back out, he quipped. "You look good enough to eat, but you'll need a few minutes in the oven first."<br/><br/>Opening the oven he slid the tray in. Zemma found herself looking up at the grid of heating elements that poured heat down on her, which should have been unbearable, but instead just felt like an expensive sun-bed. A heated sun-bed, as the tray underneath her was starting to warm up. She could feel the butter melting and soaking into her, her substance hardening and crisping but once again it didn't hurt, it was more like a sun-tan.