Gwen's Special Meal
Ben 10, F-Self, Debreasting, Cooking

Gwen Tennyson was excited, she finally had access to the ingredients needed for breast burgers. Gwen had wanted to try cooking breast burgers since last year when her mom did it and let her watch, and now everything was ready for Gwen to try cooking breast burgers on her own. Gwen smiled inquisitively, she was extremely curious as to how the burgers would turn out, in fact, that's why she had decided to cook such a special dinner for Grandpa Max and her cousin Ben.

Looking around, Gwen began checking that everything was in place, the grill was sitting right next to the picnic table, her laptop was set up on the table for easy reference to the online recipe she had chosen, and her ingredients were well within reach next to the laptop.

Looking down Gwen checked her newly ready breasts. They had hit a period of growth over the last month or two and were now a nice large b-cup, almost a c-cup really, perfect for the recipe she had planned. Everything was in place. The preparations were complete, she had washed her breasts thoroughly that morning just for this occasion, and now all that was left was the actual cooking.

Gwen nodded to herself, she was ready too, everything seemed good to go, the motor-home was parked in front of her and to her left side, cutting off the view of her Grandpa Max and Ben who were on the other side doing whatever it was they were doing. Gwen was standing in her favorite blue shirt with a cat's head on it, to keep cool in the hot desert air, Gwen had left her pants in the RV and from the waist down she was clad in just her shoes and socks, along with a pair of pink panties with a matching blue cat's head on the front. Her breasts bulged under her shirt, the distended nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric.

Gwen looked at the empty highway behind her, getting a bit of a thrill out of the fact that someone could drive down it at any second and watch her grilling her breasts. It was time, Gwen decided. Slowly, Gwen rolled up the hem of her shirt exposing her perky breasts to the warm desert air, allowing her to watch her breasts bounce from the action.

Reaching over for the computer mouse, Gwen paged down to look at the first instruction. “ 'First, lay the breasts on the grill and light the grill.' Well, that's easy enough.”

Gwen bent forwards so that her breasts could rest comfortably on the grill grating while they cooked. Reaching down, the redhead took her breasts in her hands and lay them on the Grill. Pulling on her distended pink nipples, Gwen carefully pulled her breasts a bit apart from each other so that they would cook evenly and not end up sticking to each other once she was done.

Looking down at her breasts somewhat proudly, Gwen decided to take in her last view of her uncooked tits. They were a pale white from wearing her shirt all the time, nice, firm with a bit of give evident as they sagged a bit through the bars of the grill. The perky pink nipple on her left breast pointed straight at her grandfather's RV which tilted diagonally in front of her from her left. She was ready to start cooking.

Reaching over to the table Gwen grabbed a box of matches. She was using a rather old fashioned grill, filled with coals and she had already poured the lighter fluid on top of the coals. Pulling out a match, Gwen proceeded to strike it against the side of the box, igniting it. Smiling as she watched the little flame, Gwen dropped the match in the grill to start the fire before pulling her hands back as quickly as she could to avoid the flare up. Gwen jumped a little as the grill flared up causing a large jet of flame to leap out of the grating, singing the bottom and a bit of the sides of her tits before dying down. Gwen's nipples stung a bit from where they were singed, but it wasn't too bad, it was more the uncomfortable than anything, and from what she knew they would have gotten to this stage eventually anyway.

With the flames having died down a bit, now confined to stinging the bottoms of her breasts as they began to cook, Gwen turned back to her computer looking for the next line in the recipe. “ 'Wait five minutes for breasts to start cooking in earnest, then add prepared spices' Okay, that should be easy to do. Now where did I put that spatula?”

Grabbing the wooden-handled metal spatula, Gwen settled in to wait as the heat from the grill started to affect her and her cooking breasts in earnest. The whole process was fascinating for Gwen, she had seen it done several times, but doing it herself she got a much closer view, and she got to experience everything herself.

Gwen watched avidly as the sides of her breasts began to turn pink where they were scorched by the flames. The heat was now getting noticeable and her perky tits were beginning to sweat as they continued to cook. Gwen could feel the hot iron bars of the grill as they heated up and began to cook the flesh lying atop them.

Still holding the spatula Gwen wedged it beneath her cooking tits, separating them from the bars below them in an attempt to keep them from sticking. She could feel the flesh sticking and it stung a bit as she peeled it away from the hot iron bars of the grill. Finally peeling one of her breasts off, Gwen hefted the stinging tit on the spatula up and down a bit before dropping it back onto the grill and beginning to wedge the spatula beneath the other tit. This one proved to have already gotten a bit sticky, so it stung a lot more as Gwen attempted to really wedge the spatula in under it, each attempt to peel her breast away from the bars causing the breast to shake and jiggle wildly. It took a few seconds but eventually she pulled the stubborn and now deeply stinging breast off the grill with her spatula, causing it to jiggle even more before Gwen set it back down on the grill.

Looking at her breasts Gwen could see that they had indeed begun cooking in earnest, the sizzling sting of her sweat evaporating into the air from her skin and the rapidly reddening color of her cooking tits made it clear that it was time to add the spices.

Gwen reached over onto the table and picked up the bottle of premixed spices she had prepared earlier that day, powdered garlic, some salt, and a bit of meat tenderizer, along with a couple other spices had been mixed together in a small shaker for Gwen to be able to just pour it all on when the time came. Lifting the shaker Gwen proceeded to shake it a bit over each of her breasts, causing them to sting a bit more as she rubbed the spices in with her spatula, pushing the salt and assorted other spices into her cooking breasts. It didn't take long for Gwen to adjust to the new stinging sensation and begin searching for the next step in the recipe.

Looking over at the computer screen to reference the recipe the spunky redhead began to read aloud once more. “ 'To prevent breasts and nipples from drying out, baste regularly with oil and basting brush.' ” Gwen looked over her ingredients and grabbed the basting brush with her spare hand. “Yeah, that sounds easy enough. Don't want my nipples to dry out after all.”

Stealing another glance at her now bright red breasts, Gwen was surprised to note that they had expanded a bit since she started, her once small perky nipples were now pretty large by her own standards, and her breasts had swelled quite a bit, whether from the heat or from the irritation Gwen couldn't tell. Now that she had noticed it she could feel her breasts aching from the swelling, especially her bulging distended nipples. Gwen smiled, it was this sort of unexpected surprise that made her want to cook breast burgers in the first place.

Gwen wiped the sweat from her forehead as she turned back to watch her cooking breasts. It was getting pretty hot doing this, the desert sun was beating down on her relentlessly, and the hot air from the grill wasn't helping at all as it cooked her tits. The ambient temperature around the grill was at least a couple degrees hotter than the rest of the desert surrounding her, and the desert, with it's noonday sun beating down, wasn't very cool at all.

Shaking her head to get her attention back on what she was supposed to be doing, Gwen noticed the enticing smell of her own cooking breasts. The smell was making her hungry, she'd have to deal with that after giving these burgers to her Grandpa and Ben. But now wasn't the time to think on that, she had to finish cooking these burgers first.

Taking the basting brush and dipping it in the oil, Gwen began to paint the top of her breasts with a coat of oil rather haphazardly before bringing the brush to her singed nipple and slathering it in oil. Gwen paid careful attention to the nipple as she shuddered from the cool feeling of the lukewarm oil as she painted it over her cooking nipple. It was an extremely pleasant relief from the heat of the flame.

Having soaked her left nipple in oil Gwen moved onto the right breast, once more dipping the basting brush in the bowl of oil before lightly coating the tops and sides of the breast in oil. Gwen once more began to slather her nipple with oil in earnest, sighing as she felt the blessed cool feel of the oil as it ran over her bulging dark red nipple.

Now, having finished basting her tits, Gwen put down the brush and picked up her spatula once more to make sure her tits weren't sticking to the grill.

Gwen panted as the heat of the grill began to affect her in earnest as she attempted to shove the spatula under her swelled, oiled, aching, stinging left breast. Gwen had to really force it under the breast this time, sliding the metal between the flesh and the iron grating slowly as she wiggled the spatula from side to side forcing it's way in. The whole process stung something awful, but finally her breast was free. Picking up the basting brush once more Gwen ran it over the bars of the grill and the underside of the spatula to keep the swelled dark red breast from sticking again before setting the tit down once more on the grill. The other tit, proved surprisingly easy to lift given the trouble it had caused Gwen last time. Taking a brief look at the underside of her right breast, now scored with deep black lines from the grill, Gwen quickly basted it and set it back down to continue cooking.

Looking over once more at the internet recipe she was using Gwen began to read the next step in the recipe. “ 'Let breasts continue coking until brown, basting as needed. Once browned, breasts should be tested using barbecue fork for completeness.' And after that, slice and serve! This is so interesting!”

Gwen wiped some sweat off her forearms before looking at herself again. The hot desert sun had been beating down on her unrelentingly as she cooked, and now she was soaked with sweat. The arms of her t-shirt were now translucent they were so soaked with sweat, and the front where she had rolled the shirt up to allow her to cook her was heavy with excess sweat running down her neck.

Looking down she could see her sweat-slick sides gleaming in the noonday sun. She could feel her panties clinging tightly to her, the pink fabric now translucent and clinging to her puffy pussy lips. The blue cat on the front of the panties was see-through as well, revealing a small tuft of orange pubic hair connected to the tuft beginning to inch past the hem of the bright pink panties as they slid down from the weight of Gwen's sweat.

Still, there was nothing Gwen could do about the heat, so she just ignored it focusing on watching her sizzling breasts as they browned. Gwen's breasts were cooking in earnest now, though it wasn't visible with all the oil on them they were sweating pretty heavily, as well as Gwen's chest around them. Twin trails of steam drifted up from her browned nipples and the whole thing looked delicious. Gwen picked up the basting brush again and slapped a coat on the top and sides of her now rapidly darkening breasts, not even bothering with the bottoms this time. Once more she slathered on huge amounts of oil on her tender nipples, this time wincing a bit as the brush flicked the tender brown nubs up and down causing them to sting something awful, but sighing once more as the cool feeling of the oil once more asserted itself. Gwen's breasts were now almost fully browned, they were almost done. It was time to test them.

Putting down the basting brush and picking up the two pronged barbecue fork Gwen lifted it in preparation to test her cooking tits. If only fat ran out they were cooked, if they weren't then this might hurt a bit. Gwen lifted the fork and aimed it prongs down at her tits, lowering it so that the prongs indented the flesh marginally, and with a deep breath in, Gwen punctured her left tit with the fork.

Gwen could barely feel it as the fork entered her breast, leaving a trail of clear hot juices in it's wake as she pulled it out. It seemed that at least one of her breasts was fully cooked. Gwen lifted the fork again puncturing her other breast with the same result. They were done. It was time to take them off the fire.

Gwen reached once more for her Spatula, carefully prying her cooked breasts off the fire. They were brown now, and the stinging that she felt when previously using the spatula was no more than a memory as the nerves in her breasts finished cooking. Using the spatula took a while, causing the cooked breasts to bob a bit, but much less than before since the cooking firmed the flesh and made it less pliable. Soon, having pried up her fully cooked breasts, Gwen doused the grill and placed the breasts on a small cutting board she had brought out for this purpose.

Taking hold of a large steak knife in one hand and the barbecue fork in the other, Gwen stabbed her right tit with the fork began to saw into it with the knife close to her chest. The knife met very little resistance as it carved through the cooked flesh, cutting close to Gwen's partially cooked chest so as to get as much meat off as possible.

Back and forth the knife cut, causing the breast to move with it, rolling back and forth a bit over the cutting board as the knife carved almost halfway through Gwen's tit. Soon, as Gwen carved further through the breast it began to sag, the nipple tilting towards the cutting board as the breast tilted forwards exposing the carved flesh and mammary glands visible through the cut. Finally Gwen had cut through the entire breast and it rolled a bit on the cutting board, nipple down before finally coming to a rest. Gwen ignored the detached breast for now, It didn't really hurt, her flesh around the wound having been cooked by proximity to the flames. It was time to carve off the other tit.

Now that Gwen had a bit of experience in what worked and what didn't the process went much faster. More pressure on the knife and a better angle of cutting ensured that Gwen wasn't trying to saw off her breast so much as carve it off. Gwen watched in amazement as she saw the little severed mammary glands where she had severed the breast. She could see the fat, still mostly solid backing the meat on the breast. It was fascinating, and above all it gave off the most delicious smell as she carved it off. All this cooking was making her hungry, she'd have to come back after giving these to the guys in order to find something to cook for herself.

Finally the breast came off with a meaty thwack and rolled a bit on the cutting board. A cutting board that was slick with the juices from her own carved breasts. It was time to finish this whole thing off and give the guys their lunch.

Grabbing a pair of hamburger buns from the bag, Gwen poured some ketchup and mustard on the bottoms then, picking her severed breasts up by the nipples, placed them on the buns with a squelch. The breasts were a bit bigger than the buns, but not overly so. Gwen knew they sold buns specifically for breast burgers, but they were rather expensive and not really worth it when regular hamburger buns would do just fine.

Gwen took a second to look at her cooked breasts before the guys started eating them. They were thoroughly browned, with scorching on one side where the iron bars of the grill had stuck and burned them. The nipples were distended and bulging, possibly from the heat, or from the vapor trails that had escaped from them, the flesh around them darker than the rest of the breast due to different pigmentation. They gleamed from the oil and fat on them in the midday sun. All in all they looked good enough to eat.

Picking up the ketchup and mustard again Gwen squirted a bit on the tops of the breast not touching the nipple, then, grabbing a pair of onion rings, draped them around the nipples and put the top buns on top. Placing the pair of burgers on a tray she had brought out for precisely this purpose, Gwen rolled down her now translucent shirt, pulled up her translucent panties just enough to cover her pubic hair, and set off around the RV to give the burgers to her Grandpa Max and her annoying cousin Ben.

The End