Nami's Wok Fried Tits

Nami's Wok Fried Tits By thevisitorblack Submitted: June 7, 2013 Updated: August 10, 2013 When the straw hat pirates run out of food Nami acts as an emergency meat source. Provided by Hentai Foundry. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/10322/namis-wok-fried-tits Chapter 0 - Wok Fried Tits 2

0 - Wok Fried Tits Nami was not pleased. The ship was almost out of food. There weren't enough vegetables to feed everyone and absolutely no meat at all, well there was some meat, the only problem was that it was currently attached to her. Nami was dressed in her typical blue and white striped shirt, and a pair of frilly pink panties. She was sitting at the table, her shirt was rolled up above her overly large breasts, and Sanji was trying to convince her to fry her breasts from across the table. Her breasts were very pale save for a small triangle of tanned flesh where her V-necked T-shirt showed off her cleavage. Her brown nipples were enormous, the aureole took up a full fourth of her pale breasts and the erect nipples themselves were the same size around as pennies and jutted out the length of a pencil eraser. Sanji picked up Nami's left tit with both hands, it was very large both of his hands couldn't even contain half of the massive mammary. The breast jiggled from the ministration as he placed it on the kitchen scale. Sanji pulled the breast with both hands hefting it onto the scale. Nami's massive mound vibrated as it settled onto the scale and began slowly sliding off, but quick as a flash Sanji grabbed the nipple and pulled the breast onto the scale firmly stabilizing it. Nami groaned at the pulling of her nipple, this certainly wasn't convincing her to let him cook her breasts. Suddenly Sanji let go of her nipple and read the scale, Nami's breast weighed ten pounds. Nami, you know we have no food. It'll be another week till we see land, and if we don't have meat none of us will make it. Nami looked at him incredulously, this was supposed to convince her to allow him to fry her breasts? After what he just did? He'd better think again. Sanji hefted her large left breast off the scale letting it drop to the table with a loud thwack. The gigantic breast wiggled as it vibrated from hitting the table, the large nipples bobbed back and forth as it slowly stabilized. Sanji picked up the second breast, just as large as it's counterpart Nami's right breast was so pale that her light brown nipple looked dark brown compared to the rest of her breast. The only sign of color on Nami's white mound was a small triangle on the inner corner of the top of her tit where the skin was tanned a light brown. Okay Nami, how about this? You know how good a cook I am. I'll make them into the most delicious stir-fry ever. Nami looked at Sanji again as he placed Nami's right breast on the scale very gently to prevent it sliding off. Sanji gripped the nipple firmly as the large mound jiggled on the kitchen scale, steadying the mountain of flesh until it stopped wiggling. Nami snarled in protest as Sanji read the scale, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Ten pounds, her right breast read ten pounds on the scale. Okay. Sanji offered, The rest of the crew and I have agreed. You can take one third our share of the treasure in addition to your share of the food. Is that enough? Nami considered for a second. After that little bit? Half. You owe me half of the treasure or you'll never get your meat. That's my demand. Sanji looked up satisfied, the rest of the crew had authorized him to give her up to 3/4s of the loot. Only half of the loot gone? The deal was sealed. Sanji lifted her right breast off the scale, savoring the feel of her flesh as it jiggled in his hands. Yes, this was a deal well worth it. Sanji led Nami into the kitchen with her shirt still rolled up over her tits, she was carrying the massive

mounds in her arms as she followed him into the place her tits would be cooked. Nami sat down on the chair beside the counter while Sanji went to work filling a giant bowl with a dark brown liquid, mixing it with herbs and spices to add flavour. Nami, I need you to soak your breasts in this bowl of soy sauce for a while, otherwise they'll just taste like fat. Nami was not pleased, but she had agreed, and if she reneged she wouldn't get all that wonderful treasure. The orange haired girl reluctantly stood up and walked over to the bowl of dark soy sauce and dropped her massive breasts into the bowl splashing dark liquid all over her pale breasts. Nami's breasts floated in the soy sauce, as she stood over them, her brown nipples bobbed up and down, in and out of the liquid. After about fifteen minutes of soaking Nami was visibly annoyed. How much longer do I have to do this Sanji? Nami asked the blonde cook as he cleaned and chopped the few vegetables that they had. Nami's tits were tinted slightly red by now where they had soaked in the sauce. Nami was very aggravated, as Sanji ignored her to chop vegetables not even looking her way when she asked her question. As she breathed in heavily her breasts jiggled in the watter causing waves of soy sauce to lapp against the sides of her massive mammaries. Sanji was ready, fifteen minutes later. He turned to Nami and told her she could take her breasts out of the sauce now. Nami's tits were thoroughly soaked in the sauce, the bottoms were tinted slightly red by the liquid, and as Nami pulled them out sauce ran down her breasts and dripped from her stained nipples like a miniature fountain causing ripples in the bowl. Now Nami, we need to throw some flour on those breasts to keep em from sticking to the pan. So come over here. Nami grumbled about it but gritted her teeth and, glaring at Sanji, hauled her huge tits over to the chopping board. The tits jiggled heavily as they landed on the floured board, bouncing a bit and spraying droplets of sauce into the pure white flour. When the breasts stopped bouncing, Sanji dug his hands into a large bag of baker's flour and poured some on top of her tits thoroughly covering them. Nami watched as the flour settled on her breasts and turned a pale red from the remaining liquid sauce. The flour had caked to her tits, and the feeling it left was rather unpleasant. Nami was about to complain when Sanji reappeared across the counter from her with a bakers pin. What are you going to do with that? Nami cried out. Sanji looked at her as if she were an idiot. I have to roll your breasts to make sure they're properly tenderized and completely covered with flour. You don't want them burned and ruined do you? Nami gritted her teeth and shook her head, the things she did for treasure. Sanji pressed the rolling pin down onto Nami's breasts squashing them flat against the board. Nami cried out in pain and glared at Sanji as he began to roll the pin back and forth over her breasts. Nami groaned in protest giving Sanji the dirtiest look she could as her breasts bulged from the pressure of the rolling pin. He didn't tell me about this aspect of cooking, Nami thought as he breasts bulged red and her nipple lengthened from the force of the pin. As Sanji finished rolling the breasts flat he lifted the rolling pin to look upon his work. Nami's now reddish brown nipples were now slightly distended from the force, and her breasts, where they weren't covered in reddening flour, were a vibrant crimson from being flattened against the cutting board. Sanji nodded at his work and lifted Nami's slightly flatter breasts holding them by the permanently

engorged nipples and causing Nami to glare at him with an even more vicious glare than before. Motioning with his hand for her to follow, Sanji walked sideways along the counter to a wok barely large enough to fit Nami's abused breasts. Okay, It's time to cook them, Sanji told Nami, I need you to push your breasts against the bottom of the pan until they cook okay? Nami glared at him, still upset at him for not telling her about the rolling pin and placed her hands under her flattened tits to prop them up as Sanji shifted the simmering vegetable filled Wok to clear a place for her abused breasts. Damn It! That hurts. Nami let out as she dropped her flattened tits in the sizzling oil of the Wok, splashing her chest with hot oil along with her breasts. Her tits howled in protest as the hot oil hit her abused flesh, causing the redhead's massive mounds to break out in slightly burned patches of deeper red and pink in places on her already red-dyed tits. The slightly cooked vegetables prodded her sensitive skin as the oil spattered onto Nami's bouncing teats causing even more discomfort. The edge of the wok burned against Nami's abdomen, the hot metal causing her breasts to sizzle as the came to rest against the bottom. Nami's eyes began to tear at the sudden heat, her breasts felt like they were on fire in the patches where the oil had spilled. Your breasts are a hanging out of the Wok, Nami. Sanji said smirking, You need to adjust them so they fit. Nami glared at Sanji before looking down at her abused breasts. They were indeed sticking out of the Wok, her nipples were entirely hanging outside of the hot metal. Why didn't we use a bigger Wok then? Nami growled at Sanji, upset that he thought this was her fault. This is the largest Wok we have Nami. Your breasts are just a bit to big, that's all. You just need to pull them back a bit so the nipples can cook. Sanji replied calmly. Nami winced as she reached out and grabbed her distended nipples, pushing them along with the rest of her massive breasts into the large wok. The bottoms of her recently floured breasts protested as they agitated the hot oil and the cooking vegetables pressed against their sides. Nami groaned in pain as her nipples came to rest on the edge of the wok and began to cook. Sanji then grabbed a flat wooden spoon and began stirring the contents of the wok, making sure that everything got enough oil and that everything was thoroughly cooked. Nami's large chest sizzled as Sanji spooned oil onto the tops of her enormous breasts causing it to redden as the hot oil irritated the skin. Vegetables smoked as they met the flour covered sides of her massive mammaries. Nami began to protest as Sanji pushed at the sides of her breasts with his wooden spoon causing them to slide about in the boiling oil, but before she could speak he was finished with the spoon. Sanji grabbed a pair of sizzling rings of onion and laid them atop Nami's distended nipples to make sure the nipples cooked evenly because the edge of the pan was much cooler than the center. The oil coated onion rings caused Nami's engorged nipples to darken even further as the hot oil on the onions dripped down causing the lengthened nipples to sizzle slightly as they began to cook. Sweat began to bead on Nami's flattened cooking breasts as her once light brown nipples began to darken from the heat of the simmering oil. Tears welled in the corners of her brown eyes, though whether from the pain of the heat upon her skin or from the recently sliced onions neither she nor Sanji could tell. Nami's breasts continued to darken as she cooked, the smell of the fried vegetables mixing with the

scent of her frying tits was enough to make Sanji's mouth water. Nami winced as the boiling oil in the wok sloshed against her frying tits dying them a deeper red with every splash. Sanji picked up the wodden spoon again and scooped up some boiling oil, lavishing it over Nami's barely cooked nipples, causing the once light brown nipples to turn the color of milk chocolate as the onion rings began to cling to the skin around her nipples as they sizzled and cooked in the excess oil. Sanji stirred the wok again causing the delicious smell of Nami's frying breasts to waft up once again causing him to sigh in delight. Around just a minute or two more and the cooking will be done. Sanji thought. Nami endured, as her breasts continued to darken, cooking more and more as Sanji stirred the wok. Nami winced again as more vegetables covered in boiling oil hit her breasts causing the oil to splatter against her quickly cooking tits. You never said it would hurt this much. Nami whined to Sanji even as her breasts finished cooking. You never asked, Sanji replied with a smirk, besides, I'm sure you'll taste delicious! Nami glared at him as he slowly turned down the heat on the wok. Nami grimaced as the oil began to cool realizing that she could still feel most of her tits. Sanji smiled as Nami's breasts cooled until finally the twin tits were finished cooking. Sanji looked over the giant mounds as he poked at their undersides with a spatula keeping them from sticking to the wok. The tops of Nami's tits were cooked to a dark red, her giant aureolae and distended nipples were both stained a deep milk chocolate color that made Sanji's mouth water. Yes, Nami was indeed a culinary masterpiece. With that Sanji finally turned off the heat to the Wok completely and let it cool as he went in search of a platter large enough to hold both the vegetables and Nami's stir fried breasts. Nami looked over her fully cooked breasts. They were flatter than before they had been cooked, the rolling pins having smushed them before they were floured. They had taken on a dark reddish color, not quite brown, tinted by the special soy sauce that they had been soaked in. The bottoms were cooked slightly more than the tops making them a bit darker than the tops of her tits, and her nipples were now a reddish brown, a bit deeper than the color of milk chocolate. Nami reached out and flicked one of her cooked nipples with her finger to test how sensitive they were. The accompanying blast of pain answered that fairly quickly, causing Nami to close her eyes in pain. She wasn't looking forward to when they carved her breasts. At that point Sanji returned with a large platter and a metal spatula to lift her tits out of the by now lukewarm oil. So, ready for your big debut? Sanji asked the partially cooked red-head. Do I look ready Sanji? Let's just get on with it. The sooner this is over the sooner I geat my treasure and some food. All this cooking has made me hungry, oddly enough. Nami replied. Sanji smirked and lifted his metal spatula, and proceeded to try and lift one of Nami's gigantic cooked breasts onto the platter. Nami winced as the cold metal of the spatula pressed against her hot breast sliding under it and attempting to lift it up. With a loud slapping sound Nami's breast slipped off the spatula and flopped back into the warm oil. Nami let out a cry of pain as her sensitive breast slapped back down into the pan. I guess I need to use both hands then. Sanji replied sheepishly. Nami glared at him through the pain of her battered breast. I guess you do. Sanji left the spatula next to Nami's left breast as he wandered away to grab another couple spatulas.

When Sanji returned he handed two spatulas to the partially cooked red-head, and grabbed two himself. We need both of us to do this, your breasts are just too large. Sanji told her. My breasts are just fin thank you very much! You're just too weak to lift them! Nami responded, but took the spatulas anyway to avoid having her breast dropped into the Wok again. Nami stuck her Spatula's under the base of her left breast, barely wincing as the cold metal once again touched her cooked flesh. Sanji smirked at her and placed his Spatulas under the front of her breast, he idly flicked her cooked nipple with his thumb, getting another cry of pain out of Nami as the partially cooked nipple was irritated. On the count of three we'll lift okay? Sanji asked Nami, One. Two. Three! with that the two lifted the cooked breast up with the spatulas, while Sanji kicked the platter under it. Nami shivered a bit as her breast hit the cold silver of the serving platter. The cold irritated her, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Besides, it didn't matter much, soon either the platter would warm up, or her breasts wouldn't be a problem any more. Sanji smiled. Okay, one down, one to go! And then we can finally eat! Nami glared menacingly at him but nodded her assent. Same thing as before then? Sanji asked as he slipped the spatulas under the front of her right breast. Nami nodded and shuddered as the feeling of cold metal hit hit her flattened breast. She quickly slipped her own spatulas under the base of her breast and asked Sanji You ready? Sanji smirked again and spoke. One. Two. Three! With that they heaved the second breast up with their spatulas. Sanji watched as it jiggled slightly from the violent movement, yes, this breast was definitely cooked enough. Sanji kicked the other side of the platter under Nami's remaining breast and dropped the spatulas, letting the front half of the breast fall onto the cold silver platter. Bounced a bit and then settled, the chocolate colored nipple bobbing up and down. 'Yes,' Sanji thought, 'she looks good enough to eat.' Nami shivered again as she picked up the platter. The cold metal chilled her cooked breasts, but she tried to ignore it as she held the handles and began to walk to the deck where the table was set up to eat. It was time for her big entrance. Nami blinked her eyes as the bright light assaulted them when she walked through the doorway to the deck. She stopped a moment and blinked her eyes as they began to adjust. When she could finally see again she noticed the rest of the crew already at the table save for Sanji, who was right next to her. Dinner is served. the chef said waving his hands towards Nami's massive mammaries. The reactions of the rest of the crew were predictable. Aesopp and Luffy were stunned, gazing avidly at the large breasts that would soon be their dinner with something akin to awe. Zorro was looking at Nami's breasts with a much more subtle interest as he rested back in his chair, one arm over the chair back. Nami tried to ignore their lust as she walked towards the table. Light glinted off the platter under her tits highlighting her massive mammaries for their viewing pleasure. She was still wearing only her light pink frilly panties, with her blue and white striped shit rolled up atop her breasts. The shirt was slightly stained from the splashes of soysauce and hot oil, and the panties were damp from the pleasure Nami got from being on display. Other than her cooked breasts her skin was pristine. Her tan lines from

working in the sun with her shirt on were very visible, and per pale skin and legs grabbed Sanji's attention for a few seconds as the light hit them just so. Nami set the silver platter on the table, jiggling her breasts a tiny bit as she sat on the chair provided for her at the head of the table. The plates were already set in front of the rest of the crew, everything was ready to eat, everything except to carve the food. Nami was suddenly nervous. This would probably hurt. A lot. The things she did for treasure. Sanji returned from the kitchen with his prized set of knives and a barbecue fork. Nami steeled herself for the oncoming pain as Sanji plunged the fork into one of her cooked breasts letting the clear juices leak out of it before pulling his knife out to carve into the supple flesh. Nami winced as the knife bit into her flesh just behind her nipple, cutting through her skin. Sanji pressed down on the knife causing the flattened breast to bulge out at the sides a bit as he attempted to carve off a slice of her once pristine breast. Sanji ran the knife back and forth a bit before putting it down and choosing a more serrated blade to work with. Nami looked at the blade with something akin to fear in her eyes flinching back from it causing her massive breasts to once again jiggle wildly. Sanji grabbed the barbecue fork again and went to work with his serrated blade pulling it back and forth through Nami's abused flesh, sawing through her breast. Sanji finally finished cutting through the front of the breast, and let the slice fall nipple down against the silver platter. The fat and glands inside Nami's abused left breast bulged out with the front of the breast no longer containing them. The fat was dyed a faint red from the soy sauce soak earlier, and the glands were a deep reddish brown from having been cooked. Sanji ignored it, merely withdrawing the fork from Nami's breast and stabbing it in again further back. Nami's eyes filled with tears from the pain as Sanji began carving again, slowly slicing through more of her breast despite her attempts at wiggling away from the knife. Nami's jiggling did little to slow Sanji's attempt to cut through her tortured tits, merely spreading more of the insides of her sliced breast upon the platter. Come on Nami, you agreed to this, stop squirming. You're just making it harder to cut. Sanji pleaded with her, but Nami was in too much pain to hear him. Sanji lifted the three slices he had carved from Nami's massive mammaries and placed the slices on Luffy's plate. Sanji gave up pleading with Nami as he continued to saw through her abused breasts. The knife sliced through the flesh causing the cooked flesh to jiggle and more of the fat inside to tumble out, making Nami's breast even harder to cut. Sanji stabbed the fork into the browned breast again and again, each time carving off yet another slice of cooked tit and placing it on the platter until finally he reached Nami's ribs. Nami stared at her mutilated chest as Sanji finished slicing up her left breast. Where once her chest was crowned with two perfect gargantuan breasts, now Nami was left with only one cooked breast and a gaping wound where the other had been. Nami, we need to finish this one off quickly so that we can bandage your chest and stop the bleeding, so don't fight me this time okay? Sanji asked Nami, but she was too busy staring at her chest in shock. As Sanji began to saw into her remaining breast Nami struggled against the blade of the knife, causing it to slip across the top of her breast merely pushing the flesh down instead of carving into it. This made her remaining undamaged breast jiggle and bulge in time with Nami's efforts. Snorting in annoyance Sanji stabbed the barbecue fork into her chest once again and began to carve off her

Powered by TCPDF (www.tcpdf.org) distended reddish nipple. Nami struggled, causing more of her clear juices seep out of her fork wound as her breast jiggled from the effort, bouncing on the silver platter. Sanji Calmly sliced off the nipple and moved onto the next slice. As with her last breast the red tinted fat and reddish glands came spilling out of her opened breast onto the table. Nami continued struggling as Sanji repeated his slicing, she could feel the cold bite of the serrated knife carving into her flesh, slicing and separating her breast into mere slices of meat. Nami watched basically helpless while Sanji carved off the last slice of her remaining breast. Her pride and joy and all that was left were a bunch of slices of meat on a plate. Nami closed her eyes and waited as Sanji bandaged her chest, whatever they were before, they were meat now, and it was time to eat.