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 Asuka's Dare

   Neon Genesis Evangelion, Asuka Soryuu Langley, Exhibitionism, Cooking,
Breast play, Body Modification, Microwave, Consensual, F-Self, Humiliation

   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 mind 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 could she'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 lessened 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 humiliation 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 adrenaline 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
adrenaline 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 adrenaline 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 cheeks 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 back-blast 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.
   The End