Extra Credit
Tags: Naruto, Sakura Haruno, Hinata Hyuuga, Big Tits, Cannibalism, Debreasting, Non-fatal, Complete.
 
  “Come on Hinata, we need to decide what to cook if we want the extra credit for cooking class.” Hinata stood next to Sakura with her beige overcoat unzipped halfway leaving her large uncovered breasts exposed to the open air. Hinata stuttered a bit as she began to think of a recipe to suggest as the pink haired girl flipped through the huge open cookbook searching for the perfect dish to cook. Behind the two girls was a moderately sized potbellied wood burning stove, with a black open face. Hinata's large milky white breasts were lying exposed on the cold wooden table as the two students searched for something worth cooking in the giant book.
 
  The two girls were outdoors as part of an extra credit camping assignment for cooking class, to teach them how to make do with the food available. Sakura had decided that because Hinata's breasts were so big they'd be the easiest to cook, and Hinata was far too shy to disagree. The cold forest air was doing interesting things to Hinata's rosy pink nipples, causing them to stand at attention poking out for the entire world to see. Hinata's cheeks flushed as she thought of what would happen if Naruto were to stumble across them cooking.
 
  Hinata was deep in her fantasy when Sakura gave a quick exclamation and grabbed Hinata's breast. “We haven't even measured your breasts to see what they'd be good for!” Sakura shouted as she grabbed the pale eyed girl's exposed mammaries and lifted them into her hands. Hinata blushed a deep red as Sakura hefted the breasts and bounced them around in her hands so they jiggled. Sakura watched as the pink nipples wiggled from side to side as the breasts began to settle down in her hands. “Nice weight, we should get a lot out of them. But they do jiggle a bit much. Maybe we'll be able to work around that. With all that fat they should taste pretty good.” Sakura then began to fondle the purple haired girl's giant tits testing for any strange lumps that might exist. “Well your tits look good enough to eat, and they feel perfectly fine, lets check out how well they'll cook. Fat ratio and stuff like that.”
 
  Hinata's nipples hardened as Sakura rolled the large pink protrusions between her thumb and index fingers to test how much meat was in the glands beneath. Sakura then pinched the tops of Hinata's breasts measuring the amount of fat on them. Hinata blushed as Sakura's fingers pinched a large amount of milky white flesh away and released it causing the pale girl's breasts to jiggle even more.
 
  Seeming satisfied with her findings Sakura began squeezing the underside of the massive breasts to test for tenderness. Hinata's face reddened even further from Sakura's frank testing of her sensitive teats. “These breasts are really full Hinata, I'll need to use two hands to squeeze them properly.” Sakura told the Pale eyed girl as she grasped one breast in both hands as squeezed as hard as she could. Hinata winced as her breast bulged and reddened from Sakura's manhandling, a small dribble of breast milk leaked out as the pink haired girl squeezed a bit too hard. “Ah. T-that, it hu-hurts.” Hinata stuttered to Sakura hesitantly.
 
  “Oh, sorry, I must have squeezed too hard. I'll try to squeeze less hard on the next one. But it might still be a bit sore.” Sakura responded trying to distract Hinata as she squeezed the other tit a bit more softly to check for milk and tenderness. Hinata's reply was cut off as she winced a bit, but it obviously was a bit less painful for Hinata didn't complain. The purple haired girl's other tit bulged as milk dripped out of it's enlarged red nipple. “Alright, they seem tender enough.” Sakura muttered as she turned back to the book still grasping Hinata's tender breasts one in each of her hands.
 
  “Lets see, how about Roast Beef, Hinata?” Sakura asked as she squeezed the breasts to determine how much of them was liquid. “We'd need to dry them out a bit... But I think there's enough meat here for roast beef.” Sakura hefted the breasts again testing their weight as she mentally calculated how much meat there was. “We might be cutting it close though, better come back to that recipe later.”
 
  “We could try to dry them.” Sakura continues as she began to squeeze the breasts more, “We'd have to slice them off and put them out in the sun to dry up a bit though. And we'd have to salt them before we cook them,” Hinata's grimaced as she contemplated Sakura slicing off her perfect breasts. Sakura took no real notice as she envisioned Hinata's dried tits hanging out on a line for salting. “On the plus side we could milk you for liquid rations before hand, and this recipe would last us a long time. What do you think Hinata?” Hinata was was still grimacing a bit as Sakura looked at her expectantly.
 
  “Yeah, you're probably right Hinata, too much liquid to make it profitable. It would take far too long to dry. How about Meatloaf?” At this Sakura began to pinch Hinata's elongated nipples which were erect from previous fondling and squeezing. “These look big enough for meatloaf don't they?” Sakura asked as she hefted the large tits up to display them to Hinata. I mean we don't have any spices, but meatloaf is supposed to be tasteless isn't it?” Hinata began to stutter as Sakura began to jiggle the pale girls large tits in her hands. “A-a-ano... I don't think it is.”
 
  “It's not?” Sakura responded as she set Hinata's left breast fell to the table before flipping through the pages of the cookbook with one hand looking for another recipe. Sakura continued to kneed the other breast as she pondered another recipe. “How about Sushi?” Sakura asked the Purple Haired girl, thinking about delicious nipple sashimi and sliced breast rolls. “It's just a quick slice at the base and then the rest of the preparation is detached, that sound good?” Hinata pondered the idea for a second before reaching a conclusion. “We have no rice. And Sushi would rot quickly with nothing to preserve it.” Hinata stated this quietly while Sakura listened. “That's right, I forgot that we can't flash freeze anything in the wilderness. I guess that's out. Good job catching that Hinata.” The pale eyed girl's face brightened at the praise as Sakura turned back to the cookbook.
 
  Turning a few pages in the book Sakura saw a recipe that looked interesting. “How about smoked ham Hinata? That would last for a long time wouldn't it? And it sounds tasty.”
Sakura imagined Hinata's gigantic breasts lightly charred from smoking and could almost taste the woody flavor on her tongue. Sakura's little daydream was ruined by the soft voice of reality. “D-d-do you kn-kn-know how to smoke something?” Sakura looked at the book it said “Make a smoky mixture of tinder”. “No, I guess I don't Hinata. Well, that idea's down.”
 
  “How about hamburgers?” Sakura fondled Hinata's breasts rolling the nipples between her fingers as she tried to figure out how long it would take to properly grill them. She could already see the golden brown meat as it sizzled on the grill waiting for it's sesame seed bun. “W-we don't have any co-condiments, or b-buns.” Hinata answered as Sakura began pinching her breast to check the water levels again.
 
  “I guess hamburgers aren't much fun without mustard and ketchup. And too messy without buns anyway. Maybe roast turkey then?” Hinata thought on this for a second before figuring out how they would have to stuff her breasts. “T-too painful to st-st-stuff.” Sakura grimaced as she realized what Hinata meant. Oh, you're right, we can't do that. And we don't have enough to make a decent stuffing anyway.”
 
  Sakura hefted the tits once again, holding on in both hands to judge how wide and long it was. “These are big enough for steaks.” Sakura said thinking of mouthwatering breast steaks with delicious marinades. “Can we cook steaks Hinata?” the milky breasted girl thought for a second then looked at the size of the stove. “They w-wouldn't c-cook well... we'd have to l-lay th-them on t-top of each other t-to fit.” Sakura squeezed the breasts to verify how big they were before looking back at the stove. “I guess you're right.”
 
  Sakura turned back to the cookbook looking for feasible recipes. “No teriyaki sauce so that's out. Hinata? Maybe rice balls without the rice? We could slice off your breasts and dice them before cooking them. That way they'd fit in the oven and the stove top. And we could wrap them in leaves to keep them clean and fresh.” Hinata thought about it for a minute, it wouldn't be too painful if they sliced them off first, and diced would make them quicker to cook and make them easy to ration. Yes, maybe that would work, Hinata thought to herself. But just as she was about to voice her opinion Sakura spoke up. “No wait, we can't do that. We have to cook them still attached or else you'll die of blood loss. Let's find a good recipe for that.”
 
  Sakura quickly paged through the cookbook looking for a recipe that would fit. A recipe that would take advantage of Hinata's soft fatty breasts, a recipe that would cook her tits whole, in short, the perfect recipe. It was a minute or two before she found it, but when she did Sakura gave off a shout. “I found it! Roast pig! It's perfect!” Hinata looked at Sakura questioningly. “Oh, right, here's the deal, all we'd need was a tray or a pan, which we have, and some metal objects to pierce and heat the inside of the breast which we have. I'd throw some kunai in quickly to keep it as painless as possible and then we'd drop them on the pan, and shove em in the oven, closing the door to staunch blood flow at first as they cook. And it should taste great too. We don't even need seasonings, your own fat would do the trick for us. So what do you think?” Hinata didn't really want her breasts cooked, but it seemed that this was the best possible option, and she was getting really hungry. “O-okay. L-let's do th-that.”
 
  After Hinata had gathered the wood and started up a fairly hot fire in the stove, and Sakura had sharpened her kunai to make their entry as painless as possible, Hinata walked back to the picnic table laying her exposed breasts on top of the pan bracing herself for the pain from Sakura's kunai. Her breasts already ached just imagining what would happen to them, but there was nothing she could do now, they had already started, and tehre was nothing left but to start cooking.
 
  The pink haired girl watched as Hinata grimaced and decided to distract her a bit, after all she did sort of owe it to Hinata to make her breasts look nice were it not for Hinata's generosity it would have been Sakura's tits going into the fire. “Hinata, I have a can of pineapple rings, how about we put them o your breasts to make them look and taste better. Would you like that?” Hinata nodded, desperate to delay her impending puncturing and cooking.
 
  Sakura fished through her pack for the can of pineapple rings. Opening it with an easy pull of the tab Sakura fished out all ten pineapple rings. Hinata watched as Sakura laid the pineapple rings in a row atop her breasts, three on each breast and one around each nipple. Hinata shivered slightly as she felt the cold sticky fruit rings drip pineapple juice down the sides of her chest. Sakura took the last two pineapple rings and offered one to Hinata before eating one herself.
 
  While the purple haired girl was distracted with her pineapple ring Sakura snatched up four of kunai and threw them all at once into Hinata's exposed tits to minimize the pain. Hinata gasped and shut her eyes as the daggers sunk into her tender flesh, opening up a path for the fat to ooze out naturally and creating an outlet for the pressure they would experience while cooking.
 
  Hinata opened her eyes and looked down at her breasts as she slowly picked up the pan they lay in and brought them to the oven. There was only a trickle of blood from each of the kunai wounds, each of the kunai had hit dead center in the middle of one of the pineapple rings, two kunai on each side. The wounds weren't actually all that painful now that she looked at them, they were reduced to only a dull aching pain now as Hinata arrived in front of the stove. Steeling herself for a second, Hinata knelt down before the stove and shoved the pan filled with her breasts onto the metal grill rack inside.
 
  Hinata had to struggle not to pull back in pain from the heat as it scorched her chest. The pain was incredible, she felt like her chest was tightening and searing as the heat engulfed it. Sakura looked on, her own breasts twinging in sympathy as Hinata shuddered causing her large pale breasts to jiggle as she struggled not to pull them out of the flames. The underside of Hinata's breasts felt like they were on fire as the pan they lay on heated up quickly, searing the pale bottoms and reddening them from irritation.
 
  Sakura watched as the flames licked the purple hair girl's pale breasts painting them a sort of pink as they reddened in the light of the flames. What little bleeding there was from her kunai wounds had stopped by now, as the knives that were stabbed into Hinata's breasts began to heat up causing the breasts to crackle and sizzle as her fat melted and started to cook. Waves of heat were visibly rolling off Hinata's chest as the breasts jiggled settling into the pan. The pineapple rings that Sakura had set on Hinata's once pale breasts had started to cook too, and the aroma they produced as their juices leaked out and evaporated into the air made Hinata's mouth water slightly.
 
  By now Hinata had gotten a bit more used to the flames, her breasts had turned a pale pink as they began to cook in earnest and had begun to ache horribly. Hinata could feel her breasts expand as the fat heated up and changed into a liquid. Her breasts were sweating now, beads of salty moisture collected on the outside of her tits as their heat began to climb.
 
  Hinata felt the pressure inside her breasts as the fat began to leak out of her wounds helped along by the searing heat of the kunai, she could feel skin begin to sizzle as the clear liquid fat ran down her breasts, basting them and keeping them from burning. It was a strange sensation, the fat wasn't exactly cool, but lukewarm and slippery as it slid down the sides of her pink cooking breasts to shield them from the dehydrating effects of the heat.
 
  Sakura began to watch as the fat and sweat began to trickle under the pineapple rings as they dried, and flowed down the sides of Hinata's gigantic mammaries into the collecting pan. Sakura couldn't help it as her eyes followed the trail of the fat as it flowed down the slightly cooked breasts in little steams finally gathering around the sides of her breasts. She noted slightly detached that the fat was unable to reach the underside of Hinata's teats, an underside which had been seared to the pan by the heat and lack of lubricant.
 
  Sakura gazed at Hinata's breasts as they cooked in a sort of morbid fascination. The skin was no longer quite as smooth as it had once been, now reddened and with a texture like goosebumps the breasts were slightly less wiggly than before. Hinata's breasts were starting to expand from the pressure even as Sakura looked on. It was then that the pink haired girl noticed the uneven distribution of fat across Hinata's cooking breasts and grabbed her spatula and spoon before approaching the kneeling girl.
 
  Hinata felt her nipples expand and sear as the traces of milk inside heated up and tuned to steam. The nipples once a light pink had turned a deep crimson, and the openings were slightly distended. Sakura, still gripping the spoon and spatula watched in macabre fascination as the steam escaped from Hinata's breasts, burning the insides of her nipples just as thoroughly as the flames. Hinata winced in pain as her large nipples became erect and puffy even as they reddened further from the irritation. Sakura noticed Hinata's pain as the buds of her giant nipples opened and began leaking steam plentifully, scalding them and causing stabbing burn pains in the tips of Hinata's oversized breasts.
 
  Sakura's nose caught scent of something delicious and the pink haired girl wondered what it was. As the realization stuck her, Sakura felt horrible. The scent that had reached her nose was the smell of Hinata's breasts roasting, the faint hint of pineapple and milk in the steam only added to the mouthwatering aroma Hinata was producing. Sakura knew she should be disgusted, and she was on all conscious levels, but her autonomic nervous system obviously didn't get the message. As Hinata watched the pink haired girl's disgusted reaction to her own thoughts, Hinata's cheeks began to blush in embarrassment. Even through the pain, the idea Sakura being so disgusted at seeing her large breasts, once her pride and joy, reduced to simple meat made Hinata feel horrible.
 
  Trying to forget the expression on Sakura's face, Hinata was distracted by the feeling of her breasts expanding to touch the searing sides of the pan. Tears began to fall from the purple haired girls eyes as the sides of her breasts were burned against the hot metal. Hinata could hear the hissing as what little moisture there was from her sweat evaporated against the heated metal, scalding her breasts, turning them a deeper red and making the pain almost unbearable.
 
  This pain was only heightened as Sakura dipped the spatula into the fat and began to wedge it between her right breast and the side of the pan trying to pry the massive mound free. Sakura noted that Hinata's breasts no longer jiggled as much as before they started to cook, they were now more sturdy and red was seeping up gradually towards the tops of the massive mounds. Sweat and fat both ran down the sides in rivers causing little eddies in the pan where the two liquids met. The hilt of the spatula caused a flickering shadow to fall upon the red background of Hinata's breast highlighting how dark the once milky white breasts had become.
 
  Hinata gasped in pain as Sakura's spatula poked at half roasted nerves and the heated fat contacted the lightly charred flesh causing it to sizzle. Sakura winced at Hinata's gasp of pain, “I'm sorry Hinata, but if I don't do this your breasts will burn and we'll fail the project, not to mention having nothing to eat. You understand right?”
 
  Hinata nodded slightly through the agony as Sakura started on the bottom of her right breast, the pale skinned girl tried to distract herself with thoughts of how good a grade she'd get once the project was finished instead of concentrating on the pain, but as the hot metal spatula began poking and prying at her breast the pain became unignorable. First came the pulling tearing sensation as the blade pried overcooked underside of her breast from the tray leaving bits of skin behind, then came the sizzling sensation as the hot melted fat flowed under her breast causing her half roasted nerve endings to flare with a trumpet blast of pain.
 
  Hinata cried out in agony even as Sakura started in on the left breast, prying the tit away from the edge with her scalding spatula. Sakura watched as the breast moved almost like a solid mass, much firmer than before the breast was just beginning to brown. As Sakura moved the spatula to separate the bottom of the breast from the tray Hinata cringed knowing the pain that was to follow.
 
  Sakura's smaller breasts twinged in sympathy with Hinata's cries as the reluctant girl used the spatula to lift Hinata's left breast. Sakura could hear the sizzling sound the oily fat made as it rushed into the space under the newly raised breast, she could almost feel the pain Hinata was in as the pink haired girl lowered the slightly browned breast into the nearly boiling fat.
 
  As Hinata's breasts became used to the oil, she became aware of a tightening sensation on the tops of her breasts. By now the bottom of her breasts were slightly charred, and the middle had begun to darken further, almost approaching the exact shade of golden brown that they wanted, but the tops of Hinata's massive mammaries had just begun to cook in earnest. The skin had begun to darken and contract from lack of moisture, but compared to everything else the feeling wasn't really painful, in fact it wasn't far unlike the sensation of wearing a bra a size too small, uncomfortable to be sure but not anywhere near the agony in her sensitive nipples, or the bottom of her breasts.
 
  It was then that Sakura noticed as the tops of Hinata's cooking breasts began to tighten from dehydration and grabbed her metal spoon in order to baste the rapidly browning breasts in their own fat. Hinata saw the spoon and steeled herself for what was to come. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the thought of Sakura needing to baste her breasts, even as Hinata braced herself for the sensation of hot fat on the least cooked portion of her chest. She could feel her breasts still expanding as more and more of the sides touched the metal pan burning her sensitive flesh further.
 
  Sakura dipped her spoon into the clear liquid at the bottom of the pan, idly thinking how much it looked like water as she scooped it up and dumped the near boiling fat on top of Hinata's breasts. Hinata yelped as the liquid collected inside one of the pineapple rings that was now seared to her chest by the heat, causing the flesh to sizzle as the oil burned the skin within the ring. Hinata shivered involuntarily from the pain, splashing out some of the oil slightly from inside the pineapple ring. Slowly so as not to spill any of the precious fat Sakura continued to baste the breasts dripping hot fat all over Hinata's medium rare tits. Hinata cringed as the massive tits sizzled when the liquid touched them, shuddering as the hot fat began to cook her breasts in earnest.
 
  Sakura watched in macabre fascination as the fat ran down the Hyuuga heiresses chest causing it to glisten in the heat. She scooped up the clear fat and dribbled it all over the cooking breasts watching as it slid over the lightly cooked flesh pooling in between the browning breasts and running across the edges that touched the sides of the pan. Sakura used her spatula once again to separate Hinata's flesh from the pan sides, causing her to yelp in pain once again while Sakura dripped fat over the sides of her breasts.
 
  Sakura's breasts ached in sympathy as she saw Hinata shuddering in pain, but there was nothing she could do to make it better, and it's not like stopping the cooking would do any good anymore, Hinata's breasts were already more than half cooked and slowly turning that perfect golden brown. They smelled even nicer now than they did before, but even as Sakura thought this she became disgusted with herself once more. “Am I really so hungry that I want to eat another girl's breasts? That's completely disgusting!”.
 
  Hinata was distracted as her breasts began to press against the sides of the pan in earnest now, they were almost fully expanded, and colored a deep full golden brown. It would be only a minute or two more before they were fully cooked. Hinata groaned in pain as the burning hot pan pressed against her firm cooked flesh, Her breasts pressed completely against the sides with no give, and the tops began to overflow the top of the pan. Hinata's chest was now completely cooked, the pineapple rings were dry, the breasts glistened from the fat as the dark brown nipples gently steamed while the remnants of the milk vapor wafted out of her breasts.
 
  Sakura put her heat resistant bandages on her hands wrapping them thoroughly before grabbing the pan and holding it to the purple haired girl's breasts while Hinata moved slowly to the picnic table. Placing the pan on the table Sakura picked up her spatula and pried the fully cooked teats from the pan.
 
  Hinata watched in embarrassed fascination as her once milky white breasts were lifted from the pan. Hinata could still feel the touch of the spatula, but it was greatly lessened from before due to her half burned nerves, she looked on at her breasts, they no longer jiggled, the nipples no longer bobbed and weaved. They were now a deep brown, slightly overcooked, but not too badly so, the pineapple rings seemed to have seared themselves to her flesh and would be amazingly hard to remove should they wish to do so. One of Hinata's tits fell from the spatula hitting the table, it didn't bounce at all.
 
  Sakura hesitated as she placed the other tit on the table, now that Hinata's chest was cooked did she really wish to go through with this? Could she really bring herself to cut it off and eat it? Steeling herself Sakura grabbed the sharpest knife she had, and began to slice off Hinata's thoroughly cooked breasts, whether she wanted to or not, it was time to eat, and Hinata's breasts were all that was available.
 
The End