No, I'm not dead, this is yet another piece I did in trade for art. It's Eva again. Here it is. Link to my other stuff's at the bottom.
Asuka was nervous as she walked into the used appliance store dressed in the same yellow sundress that she wore on her first day in Japan, though she'd never admit it to anyone. But still, a Dare was a Dare, and she didn't want anyone, especially that Damned Doll, Rei, to accuse her of being a coward.
So, for the sake of her image and not losing to that Doll, she’d do it, she’d cook her breasts in one of the machines in this store. The store itself was empty, save for the owner, though that wasn’t a surprise given that it was the middle of the day on a wednesday. Shinji and Rei were both standing outside the window, ostensibly to warn her in case someone decided to come into the store so that she could get out of there, but in the back of her mind Asuka knew that Shinji would take advantage of the situation to stare at her perfect breasts. It was only natural after all.
She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, the sensation of butterflies flapping around inside of her, the guilty combination of fear and exhilaration at the possibility of getting caught. Asuka wasn't sure exactly what would happen if she were caught, but it probably wouldn't be pleasant.
Trying to avoid thinking about the consequences should she be caught, Asuka began to look around the store. Shinji had suggested the old used appliance store for a couple reasons, one was that it was usually half dark and abandoned during the middle of the day, the other was that it had a couple cooking devices for preparing girl-meat. They weren't the cutting edge by any means, but one of them would probably work.
The bell on the top of the door rang as she opened it, causing the wrinkled old store owner to lift his head from the book he was reading, a new pulp fiction thriller that Asuka had seen in a bookstore a week ago, and look her straight in the eye, giving her a knowing look and causing her stomach to lurch up into her throat. Asuka shook it off, the store owner couldn't possibly know what she was about to do, she was just nervous at the chance of being caught.
“Do you need any help?” the balding man asked her causing Asuka to pause dead in her tracks, flustered.
She recovered amazingly quickly, smiling a slightly strained smile back at the man. “No, just browsing around a bit for now. Maybe later.” The man nodded at her and went back to his reading, her reply obviously wasn't all that suspicious. That was good. Asuka would hate to have been caught out this early in the dare.
Still, it couldn't hurt to look around a bit, just to deflect any suspicion. Asuka wandered through the aisles, looking at the used Television sets and S-Dat players on either side of her as she walked through the door. The store wasn't all that big, and the lights were rather dim, not the new florescent lights that lit up things pretty well, but regular incandescent bulbs that cast the store in creepy shadows and dim light.
She wandered a bit more up the aisle looking at the relatively new phone to her right. She tried to look as casual as she could as she walked through the selection of used technology, but it was hard to stay calm when she knew what she'd be doing in a few minutes. The way the shadows moved around her as she walked through the store didn't help to sooth her nervous gut at all.
Bending over a small calculator in the next aisle Asuka made a show of examining it. It was a fairly new design, and although the redhead would never admit it, it did look very good with it's red and orange design, rather like her own plug suit. Picking it up Asuka hefted it's weight a bit and press a few buttons before putting it down. The buttons had made some noise, a bit of beeping, and when Asuka looked up she could see the old man still reading his book. That was good.
Asuka lingered a bit longer among the pocket computers before casually drifting into the cooking section. It was sparse, only 10 or so objects, most of which were normal enough, a few regular microwaves and a portable waffle iron or two were there in addition to Asuka's real goal, the Fem-meat cookers.
Fem-meat had come into style after the Second Impact. with the climate changes and flooding killing off many animal species it became fashionable for the rich, ho still desired meat to cook the only abundant source of meat left in the world, Human Beings.
Nowadays, with genetic engineering introducing new, hardier strains of animal, and the meat supplies increasing once more Fem-meat was beginning to fall out of style. Not completely yet, there were still a few companies that made devices, but they were much rarer nowadays. A used appliance store was her best bet to find one.
To Asuka's surprise there were actually quite a few Fem-meat cookers in the store, almost 5 in fact as she saw the selection.
The first one to draw her eye was of course the biggest, it looked like a personal Jacuzzi at first glance, with a seat for the person to recline in, but as she looked closer she could see the restraints to lock the girl in place while she boiled alive. That wouldn't do at all, Asuka didn't want to be completely cooked, that would make it impossible for her to get back at Rei for what she Dared the Redhead to do. not to mention the device was somewhat dusty, and the sound of boiling water (if she managed to fill it anyway) would draw the shopkeep to her like a fly to honey.
The thought of what the shopkeeper would do if he found her in that, made Asuka's heart flutter a bit in dread. No, the Jacuzzi was completely unsuitable, it was time for the next device.
The next device was everything that the Jacuzzi wasn't; small, concealable, and quiet. There were once again several problems however that made it unsuitable. The first was what it was designed to cook. At first glance the device looked like a pair of underwear, see-through underwear. All throughout the surface of the underwear were tiny wires, heating elements in fact, that would serve to cook the pubic mound and ass, and the surrounding flesh. Then there was a large cylinder in the middle of the panties, designed to be shoved inside her pussy and cook it from the inside. if that was the extent of it Asuka wouldn't have had as much of a problem, despite the intent to cook her tits Asuka had a bit of freedom as to what she actually cooked as long as it was a "prime-cut". No, that wasn't the biggest obstacle. It wasn't even that she'd have to remove her panties to use it, Asuka had thought ahead, though to be honest it was Rei that made the suggestion, and was wearing neither panties nor a bra in order to make it easier to complete the dare without being caught. No, the biggest obstacle was the nature of the design of the panties themselves. They were Granny Panties! And Asuka would Rather die than wear such an old style pair of panties, no matter how technologically advanced they were.
So onto the next device, it was an older style device, a portable barbecue for breasts, it rested on a table at just the right height and even had it's own coal and lighter spark already in it and ready to be used. Asuka dismissed it immediately, apart from being a grill, with the requisite fire that such things expect, it was old, and that was something Asuka couldn't forgive.
Asuka looked up from her cursory inspection of the grill and saw the Shopkeep looking straight at her, she started for a minute before remembering to act casually and purposely turned away from the shopkeep and continued her inspection of the machines. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the old man turn back to his work, and she breathed a silent sigh of relief as her stomach settled just a bit and her heart calmed down a little.
The next device that Asuka looked at was, an older rotisserie was similarly discarded, bringing Asuka to the last device in the store, if it was old as well, she'd just have to go with the newest device there, since the forfeit for the dare was that she do the roasting in the NERV Cafeteria in front of the entire organization. That would be bad for a number of reasons, not the least of which being that She'd have to use the cattle roaster, which meant whole roasting rather than just a piece. But luckily that was unnecessary. the next device was perfect.
It was a shiny stainless steel oven, with a glass door, and a state of the art grilling technology, it had two holes in the back that could be adjusted to accommodate most tits, telescoping shut around them, then for extra comfort and protection of the girl the edges of the holes inflate with a soft, heat-resistant material to block off any excess heat from harming her. Inside the oven her breasts would rest on a ceramic grating, similar to a toaster, while heating elements on all four side walls began to work and cook her tits silently. It didn't quite meet Asuka's exacting standards, but it was much better than anything else in the store, and she wouldn't give Rei the satisfaction of saying that she chickened out and forcing her to use the cattle roaster.
Sparing a quick darting look around to make sure no one was watching or could see her she noticed several things. For one, the walls of the Oven would block the view of the shopkeep to her left, which was a good thing since she didn't want to get caught. Looking to her left, out the window behind the shopkeep, she could see Shinji and Rei looking out on the street, ready to send a signal if anyone was coming.
There was nothing to be done about it, the shop keep was immersed in his work right now, and she probably wouldn't get a better chance than now. Pushing the button on the left side of the machine, the side in sight of the shopkeep, she caused the openings for her breasts in the rear of the machine to open up as wide as they would go with a soft whirring sound.
Asuka froze, did the shopkeep notice the sound? She casually looked over before sighing in relief, no the old man hadn't noticed anything, she was safe for now. Asuka reached in back of her neck to the strings that held the front of her dress up against her breasts and with two quick pulls on the loops undid the bow keeping it up, revealing her magnificent breasts for the entire world to see.
Dimly, in the back of her mind she realized that this was an incredibly stupid idea, someone could come in at any minute, and there'd be hell to pay if the shop keep caught her, but that didn't matter just then. She'd have to work fast in order to pull this off before the shopkeep looked up.
Quickly untying the bow in the back of her neck that kept the top of her sundress up, she let the the piece that kept her breasts covered fall down and unmasked her impressively sized tits for her age. Asuka's breasts were rather large for her age, crowned with a pair of pink nipples that implied they'd only get larger with age, she was rather proud of them all things being told.
Looking at the holes in the back of the oven, now lit clearly with a lightbulb so as to see how cooked the breast were through the glass door in the front, Asuka bent down a bit and adjusted her tits so that they rested on the edge of opening, ready to be pushed inside the oven.
Asuka pushed her chest forwards and shoved her tits completely inside the machine. The thought occurred to Asuka that this was her last chance to back out, she could leave, there was no way that The Doll could never enforce the forfeit. But Asuka's pride would never allow it. She accepted the dare, so she'd go through with it, regardless of the horrible nervousness in the pit of her stomach yelling at her that she'd be caught. And after she completed the dare, she'd get to order Rei to do whatever she wanted, that would make thing worth it.
But there was no time to daydream about what she'd do to Rei, it was time to shut the machine before the shopkeep saw her with her naked breasts in the machine. Unable to move her head as easily as she wanted what with having to keep her breasts in the machine, Asuka was forced to blindly grope for the button on the left side to close the machine. It was harder to close than she thought, the button wasn't so easy to see when her tits were inside, she had to crane her head a bit to see it.
Finally Asuka hit the button and it closed with another soft whirring sound causing the redhead to look over at the shopkeep nervously, checking to make sure he didn't hear it. She gave a start as she felt the cold hard edges of the metal close against her soft breasts, and another start when she felt the insulating cushions inflate with what she thought was an unnecessarily loud hiss of air. The shopkeep obviously hadn't noticed still engrossed in his book, but that didn't mean she was off the hook yet, she still had to start the thing and cook her tits.
And in order to start the thing she had to figure out how. She could have sworn she saw the dial on the front while inspecting the machine... Asuka leaned forward trying to see the dial. She could feel the restraints, snug against her skin but not tight enough to cut off circulation, tug against her tits as she craned her neck forwards to see the start dial.
There. She could see it, just barely, she could see the top of the button. It was on the left side of the front panel. She'd have to use her left arm to get it, an arm in full view of the shopkeeper. Moving her left hand, well aware that should the shopkeeper look up it would be clearly visible, Asuka twisted the dial to “medium”, grumbling a bit mentally about how her tits were actually really large for her age, but knowing that for the way this oven was designed they were probably only medium.
As Asuka felt the dial lock in place she could hear the oven clicking as it started, causing her eyes to go wide as she frantically pulled her arm away from the front so that it rested (in what she hoped wasn't a suspicious manner at all) at her side. Her stomach felt like it was full of fighting monkeys, she was so nervous, She risked another look at the shopkeeper in case he had in fact seen her. He hadn't. The balding man was still sitting, reading his book.
Asuka sighed in relief as the clicking stopped and the oven started actually cooking. Or at least she hoped it was cooking. She couldn't feel anything yet, but she hoped it worked. She felt completely exposed with her tits in the machine. Although the window in the front wasn't pointing toward the street, anyone could walk inside the shop and see her cooking her tits. It was humiliating. To think that the great Asuka Soryuu Langley was doing this sort of thing! Asuka vowed that she'd visit this indignation tenfold on that damn doll.
From the front her breasts were clearly visible, the soft white skin tinted yellow under the oven light. The coiled filaments on the sides and bottom of the machine were heating up causing them to add a soft orange light to the scene. Under the combined light Asuka's pink nipples looked a lot darker, almost a brown, or a crimson. The bottoms of her tits were a bit indented from the pressure of the ceramic grating against her breasts, but it wasn't significant. Luckily for Asuka the light didn't shine against a wall or anything to give it away.
The oven clicked again once causing Asuka to frantically look at the shop keeper before realizing that her position wasn't at all innocent looking. Not with it clearly visible that her breasts were inside the machine.
Leaning forward, Asuka folded her arms on the top of the machine and rested her head on them doing her best to look bored. Hopefully that would work to conceal everything, if the shopkeep asked what she was doing she'd just say she was waiting for a friend.
She could feel the front of her dress slip down a bit as it lay against her crotch from the movement but it was nothing to worry about. The dress was designed to rest the waist against her panties, but as Asuka wasn't wearing any of those, and the top was untied that made it a bit looser than she was used to. Still, as long as Asuka didn't move too much the dress would be fine, as long as it didn't get blown off or soaked anyway. But neither of those were very likely indoors.
With her tits resting on the ceramic grating Asuka could feel the oven heating up. It wasn't that hot yet, still easily bearable, though the grating itself was rather uncomfortable as the ceramic bars dug into her tits. The heat at this point felt like the rays of the sun on her soft white breasts, it wasn't really comfortable. But it wasn't yet distinctly uncomfortable. Not because of the heat that is anyway. Asuka's stomach had settled down a little, not entirely, but a little, as the heat gradually increased.
A few minutes in the oven clicked again causing her to jerk a bit and look at the shop keep. He was looking at her. Did he notice that she was using the oven? The shopkeep opened his mouth. It moved, but Asuka couldn't hear anything with the blood rushing in her ears. She stopped, she had to respond. He'd get suspicious if she didn't respond.
“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. My Japanese isn't that good yet. Could you say that again?” The old man raised an eyebrow but spoke again, louder this time.
“I said, you looking for anything specific? Or just browsing?” Asuka nodded, so the old man hadn't caught her. But he could. She had to be careful.
“I'm just waiting for my friend Hikari. She's supposed to meet me here to help me buy a television. You don't mid If I wait for her do you?” The shopkeep looked ambivalent at best.
“Sure, whatever you want, just don't break anything.” Asuka almost sighed in relief, but caught it in time to stop herself. “Thank you, I won't.” And with that the Shopkeep turned back to his book, causing Asuka to sag in relief.
The oven was becoming more uncomfortable by the second as the temperature rose. She could feel her breasts begin sweating to try and stave off the heat, it made her tits feel a bit itchy, though, for obvious reasons there was no way that Asuka could scratch them. That just made the young redhead more irritable. She could feel the sweat as it slid down the sides of her tits. It was even more humiliating. The idea that just anyone off the street could come in and look at her sweating naked tits and see her cooking them made her face burn with humiliation and embarrassment.
Her breasts were beaded with sweat now, the heat on them was rather uncomfortable, and although the rest of her was shielded from the heat she could feel sweat beading on her forehead as well from the heat. Hearing another click she turned her head to look at the shopkeep, but he was still safely engrossed in his book.
A few minutes passed by and rivulets of sweat had begun to cascade down her baking tits, her nipples were red and felt as if they were being set on fire, although they weren't really. The nipples were bulging from the heat and she could feel her skin being stretched a bit as her breasts expanded. She could feel the bars beneath her tits more acutely now as her breasts became more sensitive to feeling from the heat.
She could hear the sweat start to sizzle off the skin of her breasts from inside the oven, it felt strange, almost like scalding water, but not quite. Her stomach lurched as she looked at the shop keep that had sounded abominably loud to her. The shop keeper began to move, his eyes lifted as if too look at her. Asuka's heart began to race in her chest, was this it? But no, the man was only turning the page of his book.
As she turned away from the shopkeep, Asuka was suddenly aware of an aching in her breasts almost painful in it's intensity. She could feel it in her engorged tits, as the bulged even more expanding under the heat. Sweat still sizzled out of her pores in even greater quantities, but now, as the pores got bigger, the pressurized liquid fat began to run out of her massive tits as well, forced out by the pressure of her skin trying to keep everything together. She could feel the fat beading on her breasts condensing in stinging drops on the top and sides of her tits. She could hear it sizzling as in dripped from the bottom of her tits onto the filaments below.
She had begun to sweat rather heavily outside of her tits too, she could feel it now as her stomach and torso became cold and clammy from the sweat on it. It was running down her stomach and over her hips and pubic mound. Even her ass was getting sweaty, making her skin slippery. Her dress began to slip down a bit lower on her hips, as it lost the traction that her once dry skin had provided.
Just then the bell on the top of the door rang as someone entered the store. Asuka's eyes widened Frantically. If someone started browsing around she would be caught in a second! Her stomach lurched horribly as she looked to the shopkeep in what she hoped was a casual manner. She was so nervous, if she were caught... No that didn't even bear thinking about. Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest, almost drowning out the pain in her breasts as adrenalin surged through her body.
She saw the shopkeeper's head rise at the sound of the bell and look directly at her for a second before turning towards the door. Her eyes turned to the door on her right side as well. Shinji and Rei were waving at her as if in warning, but that wasn't what had her attention. Entering the door was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties, dressed in a brown uniform with a bag over his shoulder. A mailman. Asuka gasped softly in horror. The mailman would pass right by her in order to drop off his mail.
Suddenly Asuka's dress slipped down, below her hips. She panicked, first the mailman and now this! This was horrible. If the two men in the store saw her now it would be disastrous. Her heart pounded a mile a minute in her chest as she though things through. If they noticed that she was naked then they'd probably notice her cooking her tits, after all, a naked girl resting her chest against a breast cooking machine would arouse suspicion in even the most oblivious person. But if she was too obvious about trying to catch her dress with both the mailman and the shopkeeper looking in her direction, then that would draw attention too! Asuka shuddered, she was truly and thoroughly fucked. But then she got an idea. She could catch the dress and keep it from falling further, then, as soon as she couldshe'd pull her dress up the rest of the way.
So, as subtly as she could Asuka pushed herself flush against the counter shelving in front of her, trying to catch the dress between her stomach and the slightly warm metal of the shelving unit before it fell to the floor and she lost it completely. With her head still resting on the oven she couldn't look at her dress, which, having fallen now completely exposed the soft, supple pale flesh of her ass to the entire world.
Her ass trembled with her as she shivered in nervousness. She could feel it as beads of sweat began to run down the cheeks and into the crack, before sliding down the insides of her legs. She could see the mailman approaching even closer. Her breasts felt completely exposed to him.
Said breasts had now turned completely red as they bulged, pressing heavily against the ceramic rods that made up the grating they rested on. Sweat and fat streamed heavily out of them, leaving stinging trails of moisture where the fat slid down, and reddening her breasts even further where the sweat scalded it evaporating. Her nipples were completely engorged and reddened. She could feel them tingling as her fear expressed itself. Her skin seemed to crawl and stand on edge, but she couldn't tell whether that was from the cooking or the fear. The pain in her tits was incredible, it took all she could muster just to keep her face calm between the fear and the pain.
She could feel her skin as it went cold and clammy from the sweat. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest like a drum as the mailman approached. Her pupils widened in fear as he walked down the aisle less than a meter away from her. Even as she tried to act nonchalant, she wondered why he wasn't staring directly at her right then. Surely he could hear the pounding of her heart and the sizzling of the fat and sweat being forced out of her tits as they cooked? Surely he could hear the clicking that happened every few seconds?
But it seemed that he didn't hear anything, because the uniformed man passed directly by her, not even looking at her. She could see the light of the oven as it dimly lit his uniform, that was how close he was. She could smell his cologne, a deep musky scent. With her stomach doing flipflops she couldn't even tell if it was a good cologne. Her pupils were dilated in fear. As her head rested on the oven, she started to silently mutter to herself “Don't let him see me. Don't let him see me!”
Someone must have heard her silent prayers, because the mailman walked right past her without even acknowledging her existence. It occurred to her how strange it was, normally she would be offended by his presumption at ignoring her. Now she was just immensely thankful.
Although the mind numbing fear was still with her, it had lessened just barely. Just enough that she began to regain feeling in her body, especially her breasts. She realized she was shaking like a leaf. Her ass was quivering with her, the soft pale flesh jiggling as she shivered violently. Her breasts hurt. Her nipples felt like they were being incinerated, and her entire breasts ached something awful, added to that was the sizzling pain of her sweat boiling and the burning pain as her fat rolled down her tits, leaving stinging trails behind them. She couldn't distinguish the individual trails any longer, they were so plentiful. The soft sizzling sounded horrifically loud to her ears, and it was all Asuka could do to keep from moaning in pain and giving herself away.
She couldn't pull up her dress yet with the shopkeep looking her way as he conversed with the mail man. It wasn't loud enough for her to hear. Was the Mailman telling the shopkeeper about the loud sizzling he had heard? He must have been. His hands were moving, she felt certain that they would point directly at her, exposing her to the shopkeeper. But no, it seemed he was just getting out the mail and making the shopkeep sign for a package.
As the mailman took out his clipboard Asuka felt trapped in the machine. She was panting heavily from the heat and fear, almost hyperventilating as the two men started to talk. Asuka's eyes almost bulged out of her head as she saw the shopkeep raising his hand. Was he going to point at her? Was he going to single her out to that damned mailman to confirm that it was her he had heard cooking?
But the shopkeeper only raised his arm, bending it at the elbow and proceeded to lift himself out of his chair and picked up the package. What was he doing? Was he going to walk towards her? Asuka's blood pounded in her ears, did the shopkeep realize what she was doing? Her breasts felt exposed as she watched him nervously, trying to hide her distress as he stood up... and walked into the back room? Asuka breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't after her, he was just putting the package away.
But it seemed she wasn't off the hook yet, her nerves screamed at her to run away as the mailman turned to face her, but she couldn't. She was trapped in the oven and even if she ejected her breasts prematurely he'd surely realize what she was doing. She felt exposed, between her falling dress and the well lit oven containing her breasts she could be found out at any minute. Did the Mailman already know?
The uniformed man looked at her and began to speak. “So? What's a nice girl like you doing in an old shop like this?” No, apparently he was going to ask her a question. Asuka's mind stumbled over this for a second, her nerve wracked brain unable to process the question properly.
“Who me?” She realized how stupid the reply was the second after she said it. It was suspicious. Her feelings were confirmed by the odd look the mailman gave her.
The mailman was looking at her as if he were wondering what she were doing. Her breasts felt exposed, she knew he couldn't see them, he couldn't possibly from that angle, but she felt like he was looking straight at them. The sound of her sizzling tits felt unbearably loud to her ears. Was he going to come closer to see what she was doing because of her stupid comment?
“Of course you, are there any other girls in this store? Are you okay? You look a bit flushed.” Did the mailman realize what was happening? Asuka's heart pounded in her chest. She fought it down and tried to give a sensible answer.
“I'm fine. Just a little embarrassed. I'm new in Japan so my Japanese isn't that good. Could you repeat what you said the first time?” The mailman looked at her like he suspected that she wasn't telling the truth, and she wasn't really not with her tits being cooked. She wondered if he realized what she was doing and was ignoring it. But she thought better of it. There was no way he could have seen to know for sure. Still, it felt humiliating to know that she was half naked and roasting her breasts while a guy was casually talking to her like nothing was going on. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, she could feel her blood rushing through her veins her heart was pounding so quickly. She knew she could be exposed at any second.
“I said, What's a nice girl like you doing in an old shop like this?” 'Oh great,' Asuka thought to herself, 'that's a pick up line. He's hitting on me as I'm cooking!' She dismissed the thought almost as soon as it occurred to her though, the tone wasn't seductive, it was more patronizing. Like he was talking to a small child.
Asuka fought hard to control her breathing, the heat was starting to get to her. She was sweating by the bucket-load. Surely the mailman could see that? Or maybe it was just her nerves making her sweat? Her legs were shaking violently, it was only the fact that her arms were steadying her that kept her from giving the game away. The mailman was looking at her again, oh, that's right. She hadn't responded yet had she?
“I'm waiting for a friend.” That should do it, it had gotten the shopkeeper off her back hadn't it? It should work here too. So why was her heart still racing? She could feel the aching pain in her tits as they continued to cook, feel the stinging pain as the fat rolled down the sides of her tits. 'Please let him just go away!' she prayed to herself as she tried her best to look innocent and bored out of her mind.
“Oh?” The mailman asked, dashing Asuka's hopes that he would leave her alone against the ground in a violent fit. “Are those two outside your friends?” He pointed to the window where Shinji and Rei were guarding the store to warn her of any visitors. “I saw them waving inside as I came in.”
Asuka's blood ran cold. He saw them? That wasn't good. Did he realize that they were warning her about him? She'd have to deny knowing them. Her legs shook even more violently as she considered the possibilities.
“No. I've never seen them before in my life.” She said looking at Shinji and Rei, hoping it didn't come out sounding rushed or guilty. She could feel the sweat beading on her forehead, surely he knew? It must have been impossible not to notice how sweaty she was, how flushed, how nervous. Surely he realized what she was resting on? Noticed that she was practically naked? How couldn't he? She could almost feel his eyes on her cooking breasts. But she knew that was impossible. He was looking her in the eyes right now, and even if he wasn't, there was no way he could see them, the angle was all wrong. The oven wall would block his view.
Salvation for Asuka came from an unexpected source as the shopkeeper finally returned from the back room, distracting the mailman from his attempts at conversation. Asuka knew she wasn't out of the woods yet, but she breathed a sigh of relief anyway. At this point the pain made it especially hard for her to focus and hold a conversation. Her breasts radiated it from every pore. She took a few seconds to steady and try and calm herself before looking back up again.
Asuka's heart pounded in her chest as she took in what she saw. The mailman was turning towards the door, towards her! He was coming back her way! Would he stop and see her, try and converse even closer? Maybe he would notice that she was only half dressed and give her away? Or would the sound of her breasts sizzling as they cooked tip him off?
Her stomach lurched around in her gut from her nervousness. She felt certain that he'd notice her. She was trapped, there was no way to get out of this. Her heart was pounding like a freight train. There was nothing she could do but pray. Her breathing sounded like a hurricane in her ears, and she realized that she was shaking enough that even her arms and head were moving. She forced herself to keep still and breath normally, but she couldn't stop the shaking completely, only force it down a bit.
She felt more exposed than ever as the mailman walked towards her. At that angle if he should look her way he'd see her roasting tits, well lit by the oven for his viewing pleasure. If he stopped to look he wouldn't even have to say anything to the shopkeeper to give her away, since the old man would notice his delay. Asuka could feel the cooking flesh of her tits start to crawl as she watched the mailman walk closed. Her knees were trembling harder now. She knew that any second he would turn to look at her and then everything would be revealed, and there would be nothing she could do about it.
Her tits were sizzling in earnest now, they were now even larger than they were a minute ago, the pressure and the heat causing them to expand, and the sizzling sweat making them an angry red. The fat was leaking from her breasts like a faucet now. Her tortured tits were in agony between the aching and the constant burning and stinging as the fat rolled down them. They glistened as the light hit them, the liquid fat covering them so completely that it left a sheen. Her nipples felt like rocks as they sizzled in the fat.
As the mailman got closer Asuka couldn't help but wonder if he had noticed and was just ignoring it. There was no way that he couldn't hear the sound of her flesh sizzling as it cooked. No way that he couldn't have noticed the glare of the light in the oven as it reflected dimly on the floor. Her heart leaped into her throat as he came closer, just 2 more steps and he'd be right next to her. He'd surely notice then, and everything would be over. The pain in her chest carried on unabated and between the pain and her fear she found it difficult to catch her breath.
The mailman came within a foot of Asuka as he walked by her. Her breasts were completely exposed, even a quick glance would have revealed the whole situation to him. From his height, her bare back was also clearly visible, even the most cursory of looks would have shown him something was up. He was so close that the light from the oven illuminated his uniform, casting a glow upon it. Asuka's breathing was heavy, but he didn't hear it, the sound of her sizzling exposed tits was loud but he didn't hear that either as he walked past less than a foot away from Asuka's face.
Her massive tits were at Asuka's chest height, around stomach height for the mailman. They were massive, resting on their ceramic grating, large and angry red. The yellow light cast a sheen on them that drew the eye and the light from the orange heating coils made them look like they were glowing. There was maybe an inch or two between Asuka's nipples and the glass door of the oven, it was easy to see them even from the mailman's height as they cooked and sizzled. They had swelled to almost half again their original size, and the sweat steaming off of them refracted the light in interesting ways that were fascinating to look at, making the air inside the oven seem to shimmer. The mailman was a single stride away from the oven, it was casting a dim yellow and orange light on his uniform, he had only to look down to see the cooking breasts in their entirety. Asuka could feel her nipples tingling from the fact the mailman's proximity. Her breath quickened, any second now and he would look down, revealing everything.
But he didn't notice, and in a couple seconds more he was past her, and Asuka could breathe again. She watched him leave the shop, causing the bell to ring again as the door opened and closed. Asuka's breathing slowed. She could still feel her heart pounding a mile a minute but somehow it didn't seem as important. The rushing of blood in her veins gave way to the feeling of agony in her cooking tits. She turned from the door to look at the shopkeep. He was busy reading his newly delivered mail. This was probably the best chance she'd get. It was time to try and pull up her dress.
Asuka lifted her head up and unfolded her right arm from it's position on top of the oven, watching the shopkeep as he began reading through the mail he was just delivered. Her heart raced, now was her chance, before he looked up, she had to pull up her dress now while he was distracted.
Reaching down in front of her with her left arm, careful to keep the right up to shield her activities from a cursory glance by the shop keep, she grabbed the top of her dress and slowly began pulling it up, fearful to make any sudden movements or sounds. Her eyes were riveted on the shopkeeper, if he realized what she was doing then she was finished. Asuka jerked in fear as she felt the fabric resist her manipulations, the dress had snagged on something! Her heart fluttered in her chest, she'd have to look at it to get it free, there was no way she could unsnag it without looking. Fear blossomed in her chest once more, she wouldn't be able to watch the shopkeeper!
Looking down to find what her dress had snagged on, Asuka yanked on the fabric a few times to no avail. Her heart beat furiously as her blood rushed through her veins. She felt exposed. She could feel her roasting tits jiggle with the movement of her shoulder, causing the sweat and fat to move in even more uncomfortable ways over her cooking breasts than before as the fat sought to cover the few uncovered bits of skin on her baking breasts. Asuka thought she felt her breasts inching forwards as they jiggled, wiggling forwards to expose themselves to the shopkeeper. But that was ridiculous. There wasn't any way he could see into the oven even if they were inching forwards. Her skin crawled at the thought as if trying to disprove her logic, butterflies filled her stomach once more. This was more dangerous than she had thought at first.
Her ass felt exposed as well, thrust out to the view of the entire world as she bent down as much as she could to grab the dress, still very much restricted by the presence of the oven, locking her cooking breasts inside it and keeping them from moving too much.
She could feel the thing, whatever it was that her dress had hooked on, resisting her manipulations. There was a hook of some sort in it, from what she could see. This would be tricky. She could feel them still as she worked, the butterflies in her stomach. They were getting stronger by the second, making it hard to work. She inched her hand down the fabric towards the hook, bending down even further causing her tits to jiggle and forcing her ass out even further. Finally she could feel it, a metallic hook, attached to the shelving only pointing down instead of up like it should have. She'd have to pull the dress off of it carefully so as not to rip it. She risked a quick look up at the shop keeper,he was still reading the mail, luckily. The butterflies lessoned a bit, not much, but enough to let her concentrate on the task at hand.
Gripping the fabric snagged on the hook with her fingers, she began to slide it down and inward, off the hook. Just an inch or two more, a bit further, and there! It was free! Asuka pulled her dress up the rest of the way feeling the fabric slide up, covering her exposed ass in the process. Lodging the dress between her body and the counter once more, Asuka breathed a sigh of relief, one less problem. That was when she smelled it, breathing in after letting her breath out. Asuka could smell her breasts cooking.
The smell was remarkably strong around her. It left her wondering how she missed it. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact normally it would be sort of pleasant, but now it sent Asuka's heart pounding a mile a minute. It was strong around her. That much she knew. The whole air around her was saturated with the smell of roasting tits. But how far did the smell carry? The air circulation wasn't very good in the store. It could be several minutes before he even caught a hint. Or it could be that he was smelling it now and just not realizing what the smell was. Not that it would stay that way for long as the smell got stronger and stronger until it was impossible to miss.
She could feel the skin of her breasts crawl as she realized the danger she was in. her breasts ached something awful as they cooked and had expanded a full cup size. Even if she fled now and the Shopkeeper missed the sight of her fleeing and ignored the sound of the manual release she was screwed. Her breasts were still little more than half cooked, if she fled now she'd be forced to use the full roaster. Not for the first time since she began this idiotic dare Asuka cursed Rei.
Asuka stared at the shopkeeper, her heart racing in her chest, staring at him, trying to will him to ignore the smell. Just a little bit longer, just fifteen more minutes and she'd be done. She was already half way cooked, just ignore her for the other half. Just ignore her for a few more minutes, was that too much to ask? She didn't want to be a full roaster. But Asuka's attempts at mind control weren't working. She could see the man's nose twitching as she watched him. He could smell her.
The shopkeeper put down his mail and turned to look right at her. Did he know? Asuka's stomach was doing flip-flops. No, the shopkeeper was just turning his head to sniff around. He wasn't looking at her at all. Maybe he didn't realize it was her? Maybe if she just stood absolutely still he wouldn't notice her. The shopkeeper got up out of his chair.
Asuka's legs were shaking now, trembling like they were in the middle of a hurricane. This wasn't good. He was going to catch her. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears, every nerve told her to run. She started to whisper to herself, “Please don't catch me. Please don't catch me.” it was like a mantra, over and over she whispered it as she watched the Shopkeeper stepped out from behind his desk getting ready to search the shop for the source of the smell.
Every nerve in her body told her to run, run now, before he caught her. But she was frozen in place from the fear. Even if she escaped she'd only be going to the full roaster. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the balding man. “Please don't let him catch me.”
It was harder to keep muttering now as the shopkeep began advancing down the far aisle. Just one aisle away from her. It was harder to breath, her throat was scratchy and dry, it felt like it was closing shut. Asuka realized she was beginning to hyperventilate, but the fear had gripped her completely. She was sweating harder than she ever thought possible. Her roasting tits felt like a beacon, fully lit by the oven. At any second he would turn and see her. Her eyes were as wide as they would go. She realized that even her arms were trembling now. There was no way she could look nonchalant, the fear had paralyzed her, she couldn't even try.
The shopkeeper was right across from her. With every nerve in her body she wished that he would walk on, would just forget the smell. The shopkeeper began to turn towards her.
Asuka could hear him as he turned. It was distant. Like trying to hear across a raging river. Her blood pounded in her ears. Her whole body was trembling. It was all in slow motion as he turned. She could see his mouth moving. He was turning. “Hey, girl. Do you smell anythi-?”
And then his eyes were looking at her. He could see everything.
Asuka's breasts were really cooking by now. The air around them was thick with vapor as the sweat sizzled on her tits. Her nipples were completely expanded and rock hard from the heat. The skin of her tits was red from the constant sizzling, they shined from the yellow light as it reflected off the molten fat that now covered her engorged pair. Her breasts had inflated almost a full cup size from the pressure of the fat inside them and the heat. The grating was just beginning to leave a mark on the underside of her tits as they sat on it. They were unmistakably cooking.
“I see. It's you. Do you mind telling me why you were using one of my ovens without buying it first?” Asuka's brain had shut down. She could see his lips move, she could hear him, but she couldn't process what he was saying. She was caught. What was going to happen to her now? She tried to apologize, to explain it was all a misunderstanding, to explain the dare. But she couldn't. She couldn't move her lips. She was frozen in fear.
The shopkeeper looked at her, staring into her. She could feel his eyes looking her over, assessing her like a piece of meat, searching for something. “I should call your parents.” the shopkeeper pronounced calmly, as if thinking about it for a second. Fear gripped her, she knew she didn't have parents... but if NERV heard of this... they might stop her from piloting! Asuka panicked. Her shaking doubled and her eyes went wider than they ever had before. Heart heart beat so fast in her stomach that is was painful. No, anything but that.
The shopkeeper looked her straight in the eyes and paused. Catching her breath, looking at her for a few seconds as if thinking. Slowly, as if he had come to a great decision, the shopkeeper began to speak again. “Look, I don't know why you're here, but Since you're so afraid, I don't think I'll call your parents. But you can't just use my wares without giving me some sort of compensation. That's stealing.” The shopkeeper paused, looking her over once more. He had begun to walk towards her now, around the aisle. Asuka felt hope fly in her chest, he wouldn't call NERV! She wasn't going to be fired. Then she realized what else he said. Stealing. Her heart sunk again. She hadn't brought any money with her. Her purse was back at Misato's, and her dress didn't have any pockets. He was going to call NERV after all!
The balding man paused about a foot in front of her. Looking her over, taking in her pare shoulders and roasting chest, along with her face and hair, still adorned with the A-10 link connectors she used as hair ornaments. He looked as if trying to find something, trying to decide something.
“I don't suppose you have any money to pay me. But, I think we can come to some sort of agreement about this.” Asuka's mouth was hanging open, an agreement! A way to avoid NERV firing her! Anything would be better than that! Anything! Asuka opened her mouth to speak, but the shopkeeper interrupted her before she could agree.
“Wait a second. I need to go get something.” Asuka looked at him in fear as he walked down the aisles till he got to the front of the store stopping by the window and bending down. What was he doing? He was picking up a camera?
The shopkeeper walked back casually, holding the camera in one hand and a tape for it in the other. The camera was attached to a television in the window by a long cord. It was one of those security set ups, letting you see yourself as you walked by the window. Asuka was too stunned to think. Too stunned to even guess what the shopkeeper was up to.
The shopkeep put the camera and tape on the counter across from her and, turning to her, began speak. “Look, I tell you what. I'll just forget about all of this if you let me tape the rest of the cooking for advertising it'll show out on the TV outside. Should be good for sales. I do that, and we call it even okay?”
Asuka's mind had blown. He wanted to tape her? But it would let her keep being a pilot! Asuka's mouth moved before she could think. Before she could stop it she had spoken. “Ah... I... o-okay.”
The shopkeeper nodded and turned to the camera. “Let's get this set up then.” A whole new type of nervousness gripped Asuka. He was going to tape her. This humiliating dare was going to be taped for everyone to see. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, that anything was better than this humiliation. But it wasn't. Not being able to pilot the Eva, becoming a full roaster. Those were worse. Picking up the cassette, the shopkeeper placed it in the camera and turned it towards her. She could see the little red light that meant it was recording, she gritted her teeth in humiliation. She had accepted the dare, now it was time to own up.
She could feel the humilation as the camera fixated on her cooking breasts, showing them on the TV outside and recording the entire process of her cooking for future use.
The television outside showed them in all their half roasted glory, huge and red they sizzled as the sweat boiled off of them making the air around them hazy. Her breasts glistened as the fat rolled off of them, dripping off her rock hard nipples and down off the bottom of her tits. The light inside the oven highlighted them perfectly, making sure that not even a single detail of the excruciating process was overlooked, from the slight expansion under the heat, to the heaving of her glorious bosom as Asuka shuddered, coming down off of the adrenalin high that her fear had induced. The edges of the camera came just outside the oven, showing it in it's entirety, but not revealing Asuka's pained and dejected face. Nor could the camera reproduce the smell, that strong, meaty scent that Asuka produced as her breasts roasted.
The pain was still there, even more powerful than ever, now that the adrenalin was no longer numbing it. She could no longer feel the individual drops of sweat on her tits sizzle, her whole breasts felt like they were on fire. The sensation was so widespread that there was no way to tell where it began and ended. She felt like they were covered in burning oil, from the way the heated fat rolled down them. They felt slimy and lubricated, they weren't drying out, but they also felt like they had been in the sun so long that they had a sunburn all over. The pain was beyond the pale. It no longer made her wince. It made her cringe. But she endured it. She had to get through this, if she didn't then her tits wouldn't be the only thing being cooked, nor would they be the only things being watched.
Asuka could do nothing about it. She could feel the adrenalin leaving her, making her feel drained and tired, weak. She ignored it. The humiliation was getting to her. She wondered why she had ever agreed to this stupid dare, why she had ever agreed to that stupid forfeit. She was horrified. She was being taped, and she couldn't leave or else she'd become a whole roaster. There was nothing she wanted more than to flee, to escape the humiliation of having that camera on her. Having it focus on her cooking breasts with a single-minded fascination. She hated the fact that her breasts were being shown out the window. She could feel the fear and humiliation in the pit of her stomach, gnawing at her, telling her to run. Only the knowledge of what would happen if she did stayed her feet.
What felt like hours later to Asuka, but was really only a few minutes, Asuka looked outside to see if anyone was watching. The street was clear, there was no one looking in. Except, Shinji was turning, moving his head towards the window. Any second now he'd see the screen, see that damn T.V., there was no way to stop him. The pit in Asuka's stomach gnawed at her. He'd see her. There was nothing she could do about it. He'd see her.
Shinji continued to turn, each second looking closer and closer at the window. The T.V. Was low down at the bottom of the window, but as his eyes traced a path down the window she realized that he saw it anyway. The screen. His eyes went wide. She could see the surprise on his face clearly as he jumped up in shock, but it didn't register. Her stomach plummeted. Sure enough Shinji looked inside next. Straight at her. He saw her face looking straight at him, and then her turned his head and saw the camera. He knew. He knew that the pair of breasts on the screen were hers. Asuka could feel her stomach agitating her. That horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach was spreading now. In her distress she missed the dazed look of shock on Shinji's face as his eyes were pulled back to stare at the screen. To stare at her breasts.
Asuka's breasts were really cooking now, their angry red hue was starting to lighten a bit and the sensations were starting to tingle as nerves began to shut down from overload. The heat was still there, the same oppressive heavy heat, with the humid air that accompanied it, heavy with her sweat. They still sizzled, she still felt it, but some how it wasn't quite as painful as it was five minutes ago. Like her breasts were becoming numb. She could barely feel her nipples at all aside from the heavy tingling in them. It was like they were on pins and needles. Under the Red and Yellow light they looked delicious, waves of heat lifted from them making them look like something out of a cooking show. Shinji was unable to tear his eyes away as they glistened on the screen. It was like a train wreck. He couldn't look away.
Rei finally realized that Shinji was no longer standing guard with her. He seemed absorbed in something in the window. She turned to see what could possibly fascinate him so.
Looking out the window Asuka could see Shinji, staring in horrified fascination at the screen. But worse than that, she could see The Doll turning to look as well. Asuka felt something bubble up inside her. Annoyance. Now they'd noticed. She felt horrible. Rei would see Asuka's humiliation. She'd see exactly what was happening.
She'd seen it. Rei had seen what Shinji was looking at. The pit of Asuka's stomach dropped. She'd never hear the end of this. They were speaking now. Asuka couldn't tell what they were talking about, her mind was fried, she couldn't even guess. Rei looked surprised, well, as surprised as The Doll ever got. She had blinked several times. Asuka thought she was surprised.
The Doll was looking closer now, fascinated. She had bent over, her hands were on her knees now and her face was eye level with the television. Shinji was looking now too. Stooping down stupidly, lowering his head and shoulders as far as he could in order to get eye level with the screen. The same screen showing her cooking breasts. Asuka shut her eyes not wanting to see herself humiliated in front of The Doll.
The screen didn't care about Asuka's humiliation however, showing Rei and Shinji her shame in full exposing detail.
The minutes ticked by, seeming more like hours to the young redhead. She could feel her breasts cooking, her body sweating as the heat got to her. The feel of the fabric of her dress as she pressed it against the shelf, the feel of the slow moving air in the shop against her sweaty skin making her somewhat chilly. She felt herself wanting to shrink in embarrassment, she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. The shame was getting to her as she neared the final stages of roasting.
Though Asuka couldn't see it, the angry red hue that her tits had been before was quite a bit lightened as her breasts continued to cook taking on a golden brown tinge. Asuka could no longer feel her engorged nipples, the combination of the heat and evaporation had burned through the nerves leaving them as little more than meat. The skin of her breasts was no longer the same as it had been at the beginning of the process, the heavy sweating of fat from her pores had left it shiny. Her tits themselves were no longer sweating either fat or sweat, the moisture was now sublimating into the air in bits of delicious smelling steam. A steam which had managed, in bits and pieces, to escape the oven and permeate the shop, making the tasty smell of Asuka's baking tits easy to catch throughout the shop.
Asuka waited, refusing to look out the window either from humiliation or fear at what she would find, but she could feel Shinji and Rei's eyes as they continued to watch her roasting tits on the monitor. It had been a couple minutes already and they were still staring, that alone was enough to set the Red Head's gut alive with the sinking sensation of embarrassment and shame. Asuka, her stomach gnawing at her with the knowledge of her humiliation being broadcast to the world, or at least to everyone in the street, managed to stir up the courage to look back at the window. Though she knew what she would see there, it had been a few minutes since she saw the two other pilots staring at the monitor, perhaps they had finished and were guarding the street once more?
Asuka's hopes were in vain, her fear that the two were still watching wasn't at all deep from the surface of her thoughts, but the confirmation caused her cheecks to flush crimson once more, the doll was still watching the screen. But that wasn't the only thing causing a spike of shame in the pit of Asuka's stomach, Shinji the other pilot, was equally absorbed with the the sight of the window and the monitor displaying her cooking tits. That knowledge certainly didn't help Asuka at all.
She felt horrible, she was sweating heavily, the combination of the heat and the humiliation getting to her and causing her hands to tremble a bit as she watched the window. She could almost feel Shinji's eyes on her tits, as if it were his gaze that had caused the heat she still dimly felt and not the oven. Asuka winced, Shinji and The Doll were watching her, she was completely on display. This couldn't possibly get any worse. But then she saw something which made her stomach drop. There was a couple passing by the window even as she watched. Asuka's mind was shot from the shame, It was all she could do to stay put in the oven she was so horrified at the idea they would see her. But a tiny voice reminded her what would happen if she didn't see this through.
Asuka's cheeks flushed neon red as the couple saw Shinji and The Doll staring at the window and turned to look at the monitor themselves to see what was going on. Even though her breasts were almost completely cooked by now Asuka still felt the weight of their gaze upon her baking tits. They felt as if they had swelled to epic proportions, allowing the couple's eyes to rove over every detail. The redhead's body seized up as they looked at the monitor, still casually talking to each other as they watched her tits cook. She could feel their eyes on her engorged nipples. Though the nerves in her nipples were completely cooked, Asuka thought that she could feel them pressing against the glass, easily examined. Suddenly the girl pointed in the window straight at her. They had seen her! Asuka thought she was going to die of embarrassment.
Haltingly, Asuka tried to shrink down and make herself less visible, but it didn't work, they could still see her easily. Her face stood out like a candle, burning red from shame and humiliation. They were looking at her directly now, they could see her face. They were looking her right in the eye, Asuka froze for a second, her face getting so hot that she thought she would melt from the embarrassment, but almost as quickly as it came the feeling was gone and she turned her head and shrunk down trying to hide. They could still see her. Asuka knew that, her face was still flushed from the heat and the humiliation. She could feel their eyes watching her as she shielded her face with her free hand, glancing through her fingers. She could feel her heart beating in her chest again like a drum.
The seconds ticked by as she watched them stare at her through the window. Asuka's face felt like it was on fire, that's how embarrassed she was at that moment. Peeking through her fingers she could see that the couple hadn't left yet, even worse, they were pointing straight at her now, talking amongst themselves. At least the Doll and Shinji hadn't started talking to the couple. But that little bit of relief was tempered by the fact that her fellow pilots were still staring with rapt attention at the monitor. The seconds ticked heavily in Asuka's ears as her pulse pounded in her veins. She wanted to run, to hide away from the searching eyes of her watchers. She wanted to escape from the low humming of the oven and the almost soundless whir of the video camera trained on her baking tits. But she couldn't. There were still a couple minutes left before she was free. So Asuka was forced to endure the prying eyes of the four people outside the shop.
Then, a few minutes later, even as Asuka began to sweat heavily once more, this time in humiliation, the couple turned away to leave. Asuka felt her chest loosen just a bit as the couple began to walk away from the storefront. Asuka breathed out a sigh of relief. They were gone, she could finally calm down just a bit.
The backblast from the oven, even shielded from it as she was seemed sweltering to Asuka. All she wanted was to run out the door. It was only a minute or so left of cooking until she could leave, but each second seemed to span an eternity to the redhead. The seconds drifted by, as the flush in her face retreated to a more manageable level. Her face no longer hidden behind her hands, Asuka stared at the timer as if willing it to jump forwards those final seconds until she was done. It didn't respond. Asuka stared at the timer as it ticked away, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Suddenly the oven dinged. It was over. She was cooked. She was free.
Asuka wanted to run for it right then and there, but she was still locked into the oven due to the insulating cushions trapping her tits inside. She could see the shopkeep looking up at her now as the cushions hissed releasing a bit of the pressure on Asuka's baked tits. The redhead let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, with the discomfort and pain of her tits baking she didn't even notice the pressure from the seal. Asuka could see the mechanism for the rear of the oven swiveling open as if it were in slow motion.
Asuka held the front of her dress against the edge of the counter like a bag for her cooked tits, as the oven opened completely. Leaning back for the first time in a while, the redhead's tits flopped out of the oven, trailing grease onto the counter as she dragged them out. The cooked tits bounced into Asuka's makeshift bag as the delicious smelling steam fell out of the oven and rose off her baked breasts in tasty clouds. The sweat and fat on the skin of the meat leaked into the yellow fabric of her sun-dress making it opaque and allowing everyone to see her golden tinged tits.
Embarrassed as all Hell, Asuka pulled her makeshift bag tight against her chest trying to obscure her cooked breasts from view. But the effort was in vain, for the sweat and grease had turned the fabric opaque and made it extremely clear just what she was attempting to hide. Her engorged roasted Nipples pushed against the dress, a dress which clung tight to the warm wet flesh of Asuka's roasted tits showing all.
Ignoring the feel of her hot tits leaking on her uncooked skin Asuka ran out f the shop, pushing open the door with one hand before turning to Shinja and Rei and shouting, “Are you happy now Doll? I'll remember this later!” Rei still a bit stunned that Asuka actually went through with it nodded. And Asuka ran off back to Misato's apartment, Rei and Shinji trailing after her.
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