Big Red #5 The Kinky Kitchen

MONDAY MORNING

The early morning sun sliced through the blinds of Big Red's (Marla's) kitchen, the air thick with summer heat and the sugary smell of vanilla. An old ceiling fan creaked overhead, pushing warm air in lazy circles as the pot on the stove burbled and spat, molten marshmallow goo stretching like syrup between her wooden spoon and the bubbling surface.

Her apron clung to her curves, freckles dusted in sugar, hair frizzing at the edges from the heat. A puff of mallow dust exploded from the pot--POOF--coating her flushed face. She sneezed, and in that instant, the walls wobbled, softened, then melted into swirls of pink taffy, the whole room breathing like something alive.

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The Marshmallow Overlords oozed from the taffy walls, blobs with melting faces, stretchy limbs snapping like rubber bands.

Their leader, Globulous, gurgled through a maw of toasted teeth: "Sticky sweet meat... PREP THE FONDUE PITS!"

Globulous split into tentacles, whipping around her ankles, yanking her into a quicksand pit of melted marshmallow. "STRETCH HER!" he roared.

The horde swarmed, malleable hands morphing into knobbed cocks, pumping her holes with sugar-laced thrusts.

SQUELCH-SNAP-SQUELCH!

"FUCK-YES! SMORE ME!" she howled, her hair tangling in their gummy goo.

A marshmallow nymph sprouted breasts that dripped caramel lactate, sucking Big Red's nipples into swollen mounds. "DRINK," it hissed, syrup spilling down her chin.

Another nymph molded itself into a bench of throbbing gummy cocks, ramming her doggy style while taunting, "CRISPY BITCH BREAKS EASY!"

Globulous merged with her, filling her gut with marshmallow spunk that expanded like bread dough.

"BLOAT FOR US," he chanted, her belly straining as mini mallow fetuses kicked inside. She screamed, vomiting rainbow sprinkles, an orgasm detonating the dimension.

POP!!

She jolted awake on the kitchen floor, body glued to the linoleum with crystallized goo, thighs glistening like glazed ham.

Her husband peered down, spatula in hand. "Burn the treats again?"

She grinned, plucking a taffy hand from her navel.

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

Big Red cranked open the can of Jolly Green Giant green beans. Her apron stuck to her tank top, sweat beading between her sunburnt tits.

"Salad's for suckers," she snorted, dumping the beans into a chipped bowl with a wet slap. The flickering kitchen light buzzed like a fly zapper, the air humming with static.

The label's grinning giant twitched. Then--

"HO HO HO! YOUR GARDEN JUST GREW."

The Jolly Green Giant erupted into existence, seven feet of muscle-kale and celery-veined abs, his cornsilk beard tickling her freckled cleavage as he loomed, radiating the raw power of a farmer's market on steroids. His overalls strained, then shredded, snapping like overripe pea pods, revealing a cucumber-thick cock, firm, veined, and glowing.

"EAT YOUR GREENS, MORTAL."

He snapped his fingers, turning his hands into vine whips that yanked her onto the counter, spinach leaves cushioning her jiggle.

"FERTILIZE MY CROP," he growled, ramming his chlorophyll cock into her dripping cunt.

SQUELCH! SPROUT!

Seeds burst from his tip to root in her walls.

His pecs melted into pumpkins, squashing her tits as his tongue lengthened into a zucchini, fucking her throat with GMO vigor.

"SHUCK MY COB!" he commanded, spinning her doggy, his cock texture shifting to corn cob ridges that scraped her plump pussy, making her gush. Ears of corn sprouted from her asscheeks, kernels popping with each thrust.

"SPROUT FOR ME!" he roared, vines constricting her throat as his stem detonated, pumping her guts with photosynthesized spunk that bloomed sunflowers in her belly. She screamed, squirting chardonnay sap across the blender, drowning the microwave in gooey moans.

The Giant vanished in a puff of compost smoke, leaving her sticky with grass stains and radish hickeys. Her husband stumbled in, raising an eyebrow at the broccoli sprouting from her pussy. "New... diet?"

She grinned. "Eat your veggies, baby."

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

The scent of sizzling steak and fresh herbs wafted through the warm kitchen.

Big Red stood at the counter, her lush curves barely contained by a frilly apron that did little to hide her nakedness underneath. Her plump tits swayed with every movement, their weight making them bounce slightly as she reached for the zucchini and squash on the cutting board. Her fupa peeked out from beneath the apron, soft and sexy.

"Alright, veggies," Marla muttered, grabbing the zucchini. "Let's get this over with."

She raised the knife, but before she could bring it down, the zucchini suddenly sprouted little arms and legs, its green skin rippling as it came to life. Its tiny eyes blinked open, and a mischievous grin spread across its face.

"Oh hell no, not today, bitch!" the zucchini yelled, its voice high-pitched and sassy.

Marla froze, her eyes widening as the squash next to it also came to life, its orange skin glowing as it stretched and yawned.

"Today, you're ours," the squash rumbled, its voice deep, pulsing with vegetable authority.

Before Marla could react, the zucchini sprang like a horny little ninja, landing on her chest with a wet thwack. Its tiny fingers gripped the frilly edge of her apron, tugging with surprising strength.

"Get this frumpy thing outta the way!" it huffed, yanking at the knot behind her neck.

The squash wasn't about to be left out. It rolled forward like a possessed gourd, its stubby arms slapping against her waist as it grabbed the apron strings and ripped them free with a flex of its thick biceps.

"Now that's better," the zucchini purred, her bare tits bouncing free as it clung to her nipple, its tongue flicking out in quick, teasing licks. "Time to show you what a real garden can do."

"Fuck!" Marla gasped, her body arching as the zucchini's tongue swirled around her nipple, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

The squash wasted no time, its little feet scurrying up her leg as it positioned itself between her thighs. Its tiny hands gripped her fupa, its tongue flicking out to tease her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Marla moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as the squash's tongue lapped at her clit, its movements precise and pleasing.

The zucchini pulled away and grew a very large cock. It's tiny hands gripped her tits as it positioned itself in front of her face. "Open wide," it said.

Marla hesitated, but only for a moment. She opened her mouth, and the zucchini thrust itself inside, its larger-than-expected cock pressing against her lips.

"Suck," it commanded, its voice sharp as a whip.

Marla obeyed, her lips stretching around its girth as she took it into her mouth. The zucchini groaned, its tiny hands gripping her hair as it fucked her face, its cock hitting all the right spots.

The squash pulled away, its tiny hands gripping her hips as it positioned itself at her entrance with its corkscrew cock. "You ready for this, slut?"

Marla nodded, her breath shaky as the squash thrust into her, its cock expanding and stretching as it pounded into her.

The zucchini and squash worked in tandem, their cocks pistoning into Marla with a ferocity that left her screaming and writhing on the counter. The zucchini's little hands gripped her tits, kneading her soft flesh as it thrust into her mouth, its cock hitting the back of her throat. The squash pounded into her pussy, its movements relentless, its orange skin glistening with sweat, or maybe vegetable juice.

Marla's body was a carnival of jiggling flesh, her tits bouncing, her ass clenching, her cunt dripping as the two gourds took turns ravaging her. The zucchini pulled away first, its cock spurting a stream of warm, green juice into her mouth. Marla gagged, the liquid thick and slightly bitter, but she swallowed it down, her body trembling as the zucchini collapsed onto her chest.

The squash wasn't far behind. With a deep, guttural groan, it unleashed a torrent of orange goo into her pussy, the liquid warm and sticky as it filled her. Marla's body arched, her cunt clenching as she came, her juices mixing with the vegetable mess on the counter.

The zucchini and squash pulled away, their bodies glistening with sweat and juice as they looked at her.

"You're fucking amazing," the zucchini said, its voice high-pitched and breathless.

The squash nodded, its deep voice rumbling. "We'll be back."

And with that, they hopped off the counter, their little feet scurrying across the floor as they disappeared into the shadows.

Marla lay there, her body trembling, her skin sticky with a mix of vegetable juice and her own fluids. The kitchen was a disaster, counters smeared with green and orange goo, the floor slick with the aftermath of their wild encounter.

She groaned, her body aching as she tried to sit up, her hands slipping in the mess beneath her.

"What the hell?" she muttered, her voice hoarse.

The zucchini and squash were gone, but the evidence of their escapade was everywhere. Marla sighed, her body trembling as she leaned back against the cabinets, her legs spread wide. She was a mess, but she couldn't help but smile.

"Guess I'm not making stir-fry tonight."

As she sat there, covered in the aftermath of her encounter with the zucchini and squash, she couldn't help but laugh. It was insane, ridiculous, and completely over-the-top--but damn, it had been fun