Being a frycooker isn't nearly as 
bad as you think.
The most basic station starts with
cleaning tables, but you can work your way up to being a cashier in no time. But me, I always loved handling the frying station. Hot temperatures have never fazed me, and the aroma of salt and cooked potatoes never got old.
One day, my boss 
comes over to my station and starts yakking my ear off about my unwillingness to move on to the cashier duty. Something about how a co-worker just quit and they need another guy to fill the job. My boss, she's an absolute stunner: luscious golden locks, breasts the size of melons, and an ass so round you'd swear it was plastic.
My meatstick started to swell. I was confused; I've never really had sexual feelings for her before. And then, my true intentions became apparent.
I slam her knees to the floor. As I unzip my pants, she starts to yell, so I bash her head in with a ketchup bottle. Freaking awesome.
"Eat my smegma, whore."
The life drains from her eyes as she desperately starts to lick the dick-cheese off the end of my porkchop. My entire existence has been leading up to this moment. Still sucking the end of my fuck-rod, her eyes widen in terror as she sees me lift up a basket of white-hot grease from the frying vat. I pour the salty mixture over her head and she screams in pain. The reverberations of her voice vibrating the end of my cock only make me harder. Her skull is fully visible now, her cries of anguish becoming softer by the second.
I can't hold it in any longer. My member explodes, a tidal wave of my semen erupting into her throat. I zip up my fly and walk back to the fryer. Her skull fragments taste great. I love my job.
Burger King. Be your way.
bad as you think.The most basic station starts with
cleaning tables, but you can work your way up to being a cashier in no time. But me, I always loved handling the frying station. Hot temperatures have never fazed me, and the aroma of salt and cooked potatoes never got old.One day, my boss
comes over to my station and starts yakking my ear off about my unwillingness to move on to the cashier duty. Something about how a co-worker just quit and they need another guy to fill the job. My boss, she's an absolute stunner: luscious golden locks, breasts the size of melons, and an ass so round you'd swear it was plastic.My meatstick started to swell. I was confused; I've never really had sexual feelings for her before. And then, my true intentions became apparent.
I slam her knees to the floor. As I unzip my pants, she starts to yell, so I bash her head in with a ketchup bottle. Freaking awesome.
"Eat my smegma, whore."
The life drains from her eyes as she desperately starts to lick the dick-cheese off the end of my porkchop. My entire existence has been leading up to this moment. Still sucking the end of my fuck-rod, her eyes widen in terror as she sees me lift up a basket of white-hot grease from the frying vat. I pour the salty mixture over her head and she screams in pain. The reverberations of her voice vibrating the end of my cock only make me harder. Her skull is fully visible now, her cries of anguish becoming softer by the second.
I can't hold it in any longer. My member explodes, a tidal wave of my semen erupting into her throat. I zip up my fly and walk back to the fryer. Her skull fragments taste great. I love my job.
Burger King. Be your way.
progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 200 pound bara furry test will begin in 30 nyas. Line up at the cage doors. The breeding speed starts slowly, but gets faster each ⏱minute⏱ after you hear this signal. [nyaa!!~<33] A single nya should be completed each time you hear this sound. [prrrr~] Remember to yiff in a fursuit, and yiff as long as possible. The 
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Now it's over, all is right
