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 Nami's Wok Fried Tits One Piece, Reluctant, Frying, Pain, Debreasting

   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 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.