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 International Science Fair Tags: Frying, Boiling, college, science fair,
Willing, Dolcett, Peril

   The excitement in the room was palpable as the Chief Judge entered the
arena where the three finalists had set up their modifications to
traditional woman cooking devices.  A camera crew followed her in, filming
the event live for TV.  Each student knew that their entire school would be
watching and taking pride in their accomplishments if they won, or sulking
in shame if they failed.  It was crowded in the room since other students
from all over the world were showing off their devices in each.  It was
loud the room was packed with people and it was hard to move even for the
Judge.

   Everywhere she looked it was one new exhibit after another, but most of
the exhibits had already been graded by the other judges.  Only three
remained, and it was her job to determine who won the event, and who went
home in disgrace.  The Judge wandered over to the front of the room where
the finalists were set up.

   In the previous round each of the girls had just showed off their
inventions, but in the final round the girls had to model with their
devices, to show them in use as it were.  The chief Judge approached the
first girl.  Her name, according to the placard in front of her, was
Alicia, from California.  Although it clearly seemed to work, the device
she was modeling looked like it was built from scratch in her garage, it
had a tub of hot oil in front of her, and several robotic arms strapped
into a set of metal stocks on motorized hinges.

   "Hello Alicia." The Judge smiled broadly, reading off the placard "So,
what did you make and how does it work'"

   Alicia was a very well endowed Black girl with short black hair.  The
blonde haired Judge noticed that she wore a rather small pair of wire rim
eyeglasses with which she kept looking at the cameras.  "Don't worry about
the cameras dear" She said encouragingly.  We need to make sure the folks
at Home see how brilliant you are.  Just ignore them and you'll be fine."

   Alicia looked up at the Judge, still nervous.  She knew what the cameras
were, she was on live TV now, her friends and family watching her from back
home as she showed off her invention.  It wasn't exactly calming.  "Ah, yes
Miss." she replied desperately wanting to be elsewhere.  "Um.  Well.  Oh!
Right!  I need to demonstrate it!" Alicia hoped she wasn't embarrassing
herself too much as she rolled up her baggy white T-shirt, trying not to
think about the fact that she was being filmed.  With trembling hands she
nervously unsnapped her plain white sports bra and placed it carefully on
the table beside her device, "Well...  uh, miss." she said looking at the
statuesque blonde Judge "My entry is an automatic deep fryer.  You get your
girl to snap in like so..." Alicia carefully opened the stocks and picked
up her large globe shaped tits carefully sliding each of the chocolate
colored breasts through so that they rested securely, the bottoms of her
breasts barely kept from touching the cold oil in the reservoir below them.
"and then you just start the machine up.  Like so." she said.  With her
face blushing and her head looking anywhere but the Judge and the camera
crew she flicked a switch on the side and the robotic arms attached to the
sides of her device came to life.  There were two arms in total, one was
topped with a large basting brush covered in a thick gooey sauce, and the
other had a variety of tubes attached, with a rotating head like a salt
shaker that could let out the contents of one tube at a time.

   "There are two arms you see attached to motors and servos and what they
do is they automatically baste and season the breasts so that they can be
cooked without being overdone." She said trying to ignore the bright lights
shining on her so that every detail of her bared breasts was caught by the
camera as she started her demonstration.  It didn't help much, only serving
to make her even more nervous as she heard the camera zoom in on he bared
tits.

   The oil quickly started to simmer as the device started up.  The
brush-topped robot arm went to work painting her left breast with a syrupy
sauce.  The remaining arm was still for the moment, but poised to begin
work seasoning her breasts soon.  The brush took particular care on the
girls darker brown nipples brushing them over and over so that the nubs
stuck out like erasers atop a pencil before moving on to the underside of
Alicia's large breast and then onto the next breast.  The Judge watched
fascinated as the oil quickly heated up causing sweat to bead on Alicia's
chest from the radiant heat.  She wondered what it would feel like to have
that happen to her, but it was only an idle thought.  More pressing was the
thought of what Alicia's large breasts would taste like if they were
actually cooked.

   The basting brush had run out of sauce and automatically dipped back for
another glob before resuming work on Alicia's right tit.  The oil was
starting to simmer now and bubble as the brush finished basting the tops
and sides of Alicia's remaining breast, leaving a shiny trail behind it as
it glided over the girl's chocolate tits.  The Oil was boiling in earnest
now.  And Alicia jerked as the oil splatter hit her right on the bottoms of
her breasts which were less than an inch above the bubbling oil.

   "I see..." The Judge started as the brush began it's work on Alicia's
remaining nipple gliding over it until it was nice and shiny and fully at
engorged.  It was a beautiful sight, the judge thought to herself,
aesthetically pleasing.  "So how long does it take to cook a set of breasts
then'" Alicia flinched as more oil hit her, rising high enough to smack
into her nipples now.  "It should take-ah!  Less than five minutes at most.
The stocks are on a hinge you see.  When the device is finished preparing
the breasts, it tilts forward and forces the girl to bend with it so her
breasts are dunked in the oil and held in place." The brush finally
finished completely coating both of Alicia's breasts and now the Remaining
arm started to work.  The top twisting and the whole arm shaking a variety
of spices onto the girl's newly basted tits.  The camera crew continued to
move around to get the best angle to film the presentation as it continued.
Alicia blushed even more thinking about the fact that her family and
friends were definitely watching it now, in fact, the whole school might be
watching her bare her breasts.  Alicia breathed in to try and calm herself.
She was starting to get a bit nervous, and not just from the filming. 
Alicia had of course, before her presentation started, disabled the tit
tilting mechanism to make sure she wasn't cooked but she still didn't want
to risk it by remaining in the device too long while it was running. 
Already her forehead and chest were beaded with sweat from the heat of the
oil even beyond the numerous little oil splatters that had hit her breasts.
The sooner she could get out and wash her breasts off and get away from the
camera the better.

   "I see." the Judge said, her eyes taking in the girl's prepared but
uncooked tits.  "You can turn it off then.  I'm ready to render your
grade." Alicia turned off her Deep fryer, with the same switch that turned
it on, breathing a sigh of relief as the oil slowly stopped sizzling and
the heat from the tray died down just a bit.

   Taking her time the Judge pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off an
area atop her left breast clear of the syrupy sauce, cleaning it off as
best she could and causing Alicia's breast to sway and indent a bit as she
took the opportunity for a quick finch beneath the hankerchief.  When she
had finally cleared off a big enough patch the Judge wondered what grade
exactly to give her.  An A obviously, she was one of the finalists, but how
much out of 100' the blonde looked her over.  The machine itself wasn't all
that impressive.  It looked home made and about to break down at any
second. The Brush was jerky and so was the spice shaker.  But...  Alicia's
breasts were really large and perky.  She wrote down her grade, the marker
squeaking as the red ink transferred to Alicia's breast.  The camera zoomed
in on the scene of the Judge standing over the girl's breast with her new
grade written.  97/100.  A.  Right below it she wrote a note "Excellent
Idea and application, but you should devote more effort to your
construction work."

   "Very good presentation Alicia, but you could do better.  I expect great
things from you next year understand'"

   Alicia nodded, embarrassed.  "Yes Miss." the Judge smiled and continued
onto the next finalist.  Elise, her Placard said.  She was short and her
spiky hair was a mix of black with electric blue highlights.  She was
wearing a black halter top that was one size too small and did little to
conceal the curves of her tits instead stretching skin tight and displaying
ample amounts of cleavage.  She didn't seem nervous in front of the cameras
in fact, if anything she seemed rather laid back for someone going on live
TV.  "So, you here to judge me then'" The Judge frowned, laid back indeed.
"I wouldn't put it quite like that but yes."

   "Coo' Well, I built 'dis here grill for cooking tits.  So I guess I
should show you how it works." She said, rolling up the halter top and
allowing her tits to pop out from underneath, bare, making it clear that
she wasn't wearing any sort of bra.  The camera zoomed in on her pair. 
Elise's breasts were a full cup size smaller than Alicia's and shaped like
a set of Torpedoes more than the other girl's globes.  They were topped
with a set of dark pink nipples and flopped about a bit as they landed with
a thwack on the counter in front of her.  Elise made no move to help
support them or even take them in hand to lift them up as she walked over
to the grill she had made, dragging them across the counter.  Upon coming
to the grill Elise tilted her chest back, serving to lift her breasts
rested them on top of the grill that she had made.  They landed with a
squish, and she took a second to pull on her nipples, stretching her tits
out across the grating.  The breasts were firm, barely seeping through the
metal bars underneath them and they held their shape well, the Judge
noticed as she started to speak again.  "Dis thing is dead simple you see'
You just turn it on, and you wait." The machine was built a lot more
solidly than Alicia's device, which looked like it was about to fall apart.
This grill was sleek and the metal was shiny.  It looked finished and
reliable the judge noted.  And the cameras seemed to appreciate it as well,
maneuvering around the Judge to get a good candid shot of the breast topped
grill.

   Elise flicked a switch on the side her hair bobbing as she nodded.  The
heating elements below the grill were starting to glow a dark red, growing
brighter by the second.  "You switch it on, It bastes you, It sticks you
with the thermometer, and then you just wait." A pair of previously hidden
robotic hands emerged from behind the device, one holding a paintbrush with
a thick glaze.  The hands were mush more articulate than the simple one
purpose hands of Alicia's device.  These were fully functioning hands with
long jointed metal fingers for holding items.  The Judge watched
attentively as the Brushes swiftly and efficiently covered Elise's tits in
sauce.  Coating the mounds with a shiny glaze of sauce.  The cameras zoomed
in as the breasts bent upward one hand lifting each breast up one by one
pulling on the large nubby nipples so the other hand could baste the
bottoms.  It was a good presentation, Elise's breasts moved readily,
bobbing and jiggling pleasantly as the arms worked to cover them in sauce.
The camera crew zoomed in on her jiggling tits making sure to get the
entire process on film to broadcast.

   When the arms dropped Elise's breasts back onto the grill with a wet
thwack they started to hiss a bit from the heated bars touching the liquid
sauce.  The Judge nodded appreciatively as the arms retracted behind the
grill and came back out again, this time one hand held a pointy meat
thermometer and the other a barbecue fork.  Elise looked warily at the
thermometer knowing what was coming, but she still winced and let out a
gasp as the Meat thermometer was stabbed deep into her breast causing it to
indent as the metal pierced the top of her mounds.  "Ah!  The thermometer,
lets ya keep track of the temperature ya see." She paused as the meat fork
started moving automatically, jabbing into her other breast at regular
intervals causing it to jiggle as the fork released her breast, but not
drawing blood.  "See, norm'lly the Barbecue fork comes out after it's done,
checking for visual clues ta how well the gal's done ya know' but I wanted
to show ya before my tits roasted right through so I changed the programin'
a bit ta do it earlier." The Judge nodded.  "I see.  Impressive.  I'm ready
to render your score then."

   Elise grinned, switching off the device.  "Sure thing then.  Ready when
you are!" the Judge considered.  Her machine was certainly impressive, but
her breasts...  The judge pause to think.  They were firmer than Alicia's,
but not nearly as big.  They were pale, especially when compared to
Alicia's dark complexion, but with a healthy tan.  He considered, He was
supposed to grade just on the basis of the machine alone, and compared to
Alicia's this machine had a much better implementation, but the idea was
fairly standard and not a real division from the norm.  She considered,
they were pretty equal in terms of everything except for their breasts,
Alicia's fuller chocolate colored breasts were much more impressive, and
certainly tastier looking than Elise's pale torpedoes.  She decided to give
Elise a lower grade despite the more impressive machine.  All things being
equal, the girl with the most impressive tits should win.  She'd give her
an A of course, she thought as she wiped off a place to write, her
handkerchief brushing away the sauce with a circular motion, pushing
Elise's breast down into the warm metal bars leaving reddened burn marks on
the underside of her breasts.  Elise winced, but covered it up as the Judge
finished up and the Cameras zoomed in on her face to see how she handled
her grade.  Elisa smirked confidently trying to keep her laid back facade.
The Judge having cleared off a sizable section of tit, began to write, her
red marker squeaking loudly as she wrote her thoughts.  The marker pushed
down on Elisa's tits, indenting them around where the tip touched her
flesh. She tried not to wince as it pushed her breasts further down against
the cooling, but still hot grill.  It took almost a minute, By which point
the cameras had panned elsewhere but the Judge finally finished, lifting
her pen and recapping it.  The grade was there in large red letters along
with her own personal note to Elise.  Luckily Elise's breasts were large
enough that it all fit on one breast easily.  "A.  95/100.  Solid
implementation, but other Women might object to being regularly stabbed."

   Elise looked down at the grade.  It was a good grade, but not as good as
she thought she deserved.  She frowned and grumbled to herself as he set
off for the last finalist.

   Jennifer was going to win this competition no matter what.  Her school
was counting on her.  If she won, then the inner city school she attended
would get a pretty hefty amount of prize money.  Enough to upgrade the
science facilities.  So, when the Judge had asked the first finalist to
demonstrate her device Jen had thought up a plan.  She had noticed the
Judge's gaze lingering on the chests of the other contestants more than
usual for a woman and began to think.  The other two girls had bigger
chests than her, they could afford to just roll up their shirts and get
going, but Jen couldn't.  Not when her device was more comprehensive.  She
had made a self-boiling pot, complete with metal filaments embedded in the
glass and all sorts of wiring.  The pot itself was completely clear for
easy checking and display.  It even had a built in internal thermometer and
a portable detachable propane powered heating base as well as insulated
waterproof heat activated electric fans to circulate the water around and
help it cook faster.  But it was still a pot, and it took time to set up
and boil, and it wouldn't do to make the Judge wait and lower her score
because he didn't like waiting.

   So, as soon as she had seen the first finalist roll up her shirt Jen had
turned her portable stove on and stripped down.  She had worn her sexiest
underwear today in order to help boost her confidence and now with the
cameras approaching and her needing every edge she had to win she was
grateful.  Before the first finalist was finished Jen had ditched her plaid
skirt and lacy white underwear, leaving her in just a set of white silk
stockings and her lacy pink garter-belt.  Her dark blue shirt was rolled up
as she saw the Judge staring at the first finalist's breasts, and her pink
lacy bra pushed up as well to bare her tits for the Judge's eye.  She
stashed her pencil behind her ear from making last second adjustments to
her poster, and climbed into the pot which was already starting to simmer.
She winced at the heat but slid herself into the pot her lower back resting
against the edge of the pot and her legs bent, spread and the back of her
thighs pushed against the front edge of the pot.  Her knees were bent in
the air before her.

   Once in the pot she was bent almost double.  She reached into the hot
water with her hands to pry apart her pussy lips to make it easier to slide
her cunt onto the metal bulb of the interior thermometer and the hollow
glass dildo built into the bottom of the pot directly beneath it.  She had
to do this precisely, the ball of the thermometer was made to breach her
cervix and lodge in her womb to give an accurate internal temperature
readout to the display on the front of the pot.  The thermometer ball was
on a rod extending about 5 inches above the dildo itself.  Jen sank down
holding her cunt open to get the angle exact so that her cunt enveloped the
ball.  The first attempt saw the ball sink inside her, but the angle was
wrong, and the ball pressed hard against the front wall of cunt.  She
repositioned herself in the water, using her legs and back to brace herself
before letting herself fall once more onto the thermometer feeling it pass
through her spread cunt until it hit her cervix.  With a wince Jen released
her cunt lips, letting them pull closed as she grabbed the edges of the pot
and started to push herself down.  Her lower lips just barely touched the
glass dildo below her as she pulled up on the pot edges to force the large
metal ball inside her.  The thermometer began to slowly push past the
fleshy pink walls of her cunt slowly spreading her cervix apart with it's
girth as she continued to pull herself down onto it.  Jen grunted from the
effort needed to get the ball into her womb.  She needed to reconsider the
design in the next version, Jen thought to herself glad that she had done
this before the Judge got here.  Ease of use was one of the categories
graded after all.  The thermometer was almost halfway through her cervix
now, the feel of it penetrating her a bit strange but not unpleasant.  With
another hard pull on the rim of the pot she was through, the thermometer
ball now completely lodged inside her.

   The pot was hot enough now to activate the fans, Jen noted as she
released the edges of the pot to reach back into the water.  She winced and
shuddered as her hands entered.  The temperature increase was gradual
enough to escape major notice if you were already in the water, but her
hands had been out long enough to definitely notice the heat.  She reached
down anyway.  Her cunt was closed up around the rod, the bottom of her lips
pressed against the top of the glass rod below them.  The fans were blowing
bubbles against those lips as well as brushing against her clit which was
now aroused from the earlier stimulation.  Carefully she reached down to
pull at her cunt lips again, they were much more sensitive now that they
had been heated up she noted as she pulled them open again and began to
slide down onto the glass dildo.  The dildo was thicker than she was used
to forcing her open and stretching her cunt flush against the safety glass
as her pink inner passage engulfed its length.  She could feel the glass
heating up inside her as she forced herself as far as she could down on the
rod, leaving the red insides of her cunt open to easy viewing from people
in front of the pot.

   Jen's plan was simple, she was going to win it on presentation.  She was
pretty sure her invention was the best built but it didn't hurt to hedge
your bets anyway, especially with such a big prize on the line.  If the
judge gave her enough time she'd just start to cook on the dildo, and her
cunt juices would start seeping into the water making her smell delicious.
If the Judge didn't rank her better from that alone she didn't know what
she'd do.

   When the Judge finally arrived about 5 minutes later the water was
boiling furiously and Jen could feel her cunt cooking both inside and out.
The judge looked over at the exhibit placard, Jennifer, he noted, from
Ireland.  That made sense the blonde thought to herself, especially
considering her appearance, pale skin, green eyes, red hair and freckles
weren't commonly seen outside the Irish after all.  "Ah, Jennifer is it'"
She asked as she turned her attention to the boiling Irish girl fully,
watching her move up and down.  Jen was slowly and methodically fucking the
glass dildo in order to put on a show and to make sure more of her juices
got in the water.  She had been doing this for the past 5 minutes or so, up
and down four or five inches at a time, her cervix was constantly being hit
by the top of the glass dildo or by the thermometer ball but the extra
stimulation was helpful in arousing her.  The broth had to smell good after
all or she might not win.  And it did smell delicious, the Judge noted as
she looked over the young redhead.  Her pussy was clean shaven the blonde
noted, but her breasts were the smallest yet out of this lot despite still
being fairly sizable.  The younger girl's face was cute, but she had to
keep from biting her lip from the pain of the boiling water, and frankly
the Judge's mind already fairly made up.  Still there were appearances to
consider, and she still needed to follow the proper steps.  "So, what is
this device and how does it work'"

   The girl was extremely enthusiastic "Well, as you may see this is a pot
made for boiling girls into soups and such, but it's no ordinary pot,
first, you may notice the metal filaments in the glass.  Those serve a
number of different purposes." She said smiling broadly in order to stop
from grimacing in pain as the boiling water saturated her skin.  She was
clearly confident but still a bit nervous as she tried to ignore the
cameras filming her lewd display.  Her friends and family would tease her
if she won of course, but if she didn't then that would be worse.  Better
to use every trick of sex appeal she had.  "If you notice the the dial read
out on the front, that's the girl's internal temperature.  It links up to a
large metal thermometer at the top of this bit right here." At that she
forced herself down hard on the dildo for emphasis.  "To check how your
girl's heating up.  The other filaments help transfer heat around so that
it starts to boil and cook a lot faster." She paused.

   "The whole thing is safety glass so that you can see in and check how
the girl's cooking a lot easier.  In fact if you bend down a bit you should
be able to see what I mean." The Judge bent down to look, impressed by the
construction.  The dildo was completely hollow but it was also transparent
revealing every detail of Jen's inner passage to the judge's inspection as
the lithe redhead continued to fuck the pole slowly and methodically,
trying to raise the judge's interest.  Jen's cunt was a darker red now,
having been slightly cooked by the heat and as the Judge bent down even
farther she realized that she could see almost all the way to the boiling
girl's cervix.  It really was rather well built, and simple, no moving
parts to jam or break save for the fans, which seemed to work well enough,
occasionally blowing bubbles across Jen to obscure and tempt the eye. 
Still, the Judge already knew who she was going to let win, and it wasn't
Jennifer.  She stood back up as Jennifer continued to bob up and down on
the dildo, her legs draped over the edge of the pot spread obscenely in an
effort to tempt her.  It was working, but the judge was too much of a
breast girl to be tempted that way, the redhead did smell delicious though,
almost good enough to eat.

   "Alright.  I think I've heard enough then.  Very clever device.  If
that's all though, I'm ready to give you your grade." Jen nodded,
swallowing deep.  The camera Zoomed in on her boiling cunt as the Judge
marked a grade.  A.  91- "Wait." Jen Whispered.  "I know you didn't get a
good view, but this sort of cooking takes a while.  What would you say If I
promised you a more in depth demonstration later' From start to finish so
you can taste the results'" The judge didn't acknowledge her but the 91
quickly became a 99/100 and the blonde Marked out a Plus sign on her left
breast in red ink with her pen, there was no space left for the note on the
left breast, so she stopped and decided to write one on her right breast
later, after the cameras had left.  "An excellent invention Jennifer. 
Simple, sturdy, and easy to use.  But, For a 'Self-cooking' pot it does
seem like it would be a bit hard to get out of on your own after you finish
boiling.  I may have some ideas on how to fix that though, Come see me
afterward and I'll share them with you, maybe over something to eat." She
smiled and Jen bit her lip before smiling back.  The redhead's chest was
sweaty and her shirt was plastered to her now from the heat and the steam.

   "And if that's all I think we have a Winner!" The Judge said producing a
large Blue Ribbon with the words First Place on it and a pin in back to
stick it on her shirt.  The blonde looked at Jen's shirt, it had been
rolled all the way up to her neck, a horrible place to pin it for display.
The judge's eyes drifted back to Jen's left breast her grade written
prominently on the top.  It wasn't generally done, but...  Unpinning the
safety pin, she pushed it through the redhead's engorged left Nipple
piercing it before clasping the pin shut and letting it hang the ribbon
swaying in the boiling water.  There, prominently displayed for the
cameras.

   Jen winced in pain at the move but smiled for the cameras as they zoomed
in and asked her questions like how she felt and what she was going to do
with the money.  The machine was turned off for the interview, but Jen
wasn't able to get out without difficulty, and she didn't want to expose a
possible flaw on live TV, so Jen stayed in the hot water her cunt filled
with the glass dildo and thermometer, spread open for everyone to see.  She
was acutely aware of the Judge standing beside her as the cameras rolled,
staying with her until they wandered off.  "You know," The judge said at
last after the cameras had left.  "I didn't really get a chance to write
your note earlier, and I didn't want to interrupt your interview.  Would
you mind if I did it now'" Jen shook her head, wondering what the older
woman was up to, "Sure, I'd be happy to have your note to read." The Judge
pulled out her marker and started writing her marker pushing her breast in
her spare hand holding it still and pulling off a surreptitious pinch of
the younger redhead's unpierced nipple as she wrote.  Finally capping the
marker the Judge stepped back and Jen looked down to see what she had
written.  "Looking Forward to Some "Irish Stew" Later." The Judge caught
her glance after she read it and nodded.

   As the Judge wandered off to give her competitors their ribbons it
really hit Jen that she had just bribed the Judge by agreeing to be her
dinner.  And she wondered if it was really worth it.
   The End