Foodie Futa: Between Her Buns

By Harmony Fuller

Between her Buns - A Sexual Food Review

At first glance Lillian's Burgers is your typical family diner serving up greasy comfort food between two lightly colored brioche buns. While their signature burger, the Big Cheese, is a dripping mouthful of pleasure - its the curvy chef behind the scene that made me want to take a bite.

Plump and sporting a generous smile, it is clear that Lillian knows how to love her customers. Or at least, she knew how to love this Futa food reviewer when I waltzed into her restaurant for a late night tasting.

Juicy and slick, the chef goes down to her knees as easily as her food goes to your hips. Sinfully sweet and deliciously depraved, we didn’t even get past the front counter before the tour abruptly ended with my meat slathered and dripping - between her buns.

Slap 5 stars on this one and cum hungry - The Foodie Futa

• Language: English
• Publisher: DrunkFlamingoPublishing
• Release date: Jan 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215181775

Harmony Fuller

Writer, gaming enthusiast, foodie, and lover of all things Lesbian, Gender Swap, & Futa are just a few things that describe Harmony Fuller. With a passion for Science Fiction and Fantasy, you are more likely to find her sexy heroines in a dragons lair than a corporate office.She is currently writing part time in Southern California but hopes to one day move back to her farm in the heartlands and write full time.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

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I could feel heads turning around me, intrigued or annoyed by the sound of my heels ticking across the polished tiled floor. It didn’t matter which emotion made their eyes turn, only that they did and I could feel them on my body as intimately as a lover's touch.

A tiny upward curl started at the corner of my mouth as I smoothly turned my head to take them in, passing each in queue with practiced disdain. I didn’t stand in lines, especially since I wasn’t here for the food. At least not totally.

Lillian’s had been a staple of gourmet burgers on a fast food budget for almost 25 years. The Big Cheese was their best seller, a heart attack rendering mass of meat and processed dairy, slathered in pickles, onions, and sauce, all served up on a toasted brioche bun. The original Lillian had recently suffered a fatal stroke, rumored to be caused by years of indulging on her own product. Her granddaughter was now the new owner, who shared not only Lillian’s name but also her grandmother’s curvy body.

The curl that had started at the corners of my mouth blossomed into a full smile as I caught sight of the restaurant's new management. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the flyaways tamped down to her head via grease more than any product. She looked frazzled, handing out hastily wrapped burgers with one hand while absently dispensing change with the other. Anyone could tell she needed a break.

I continued my slow, calculated walk towards the front of the line, ignoring the few calls of protest from a few brave souls behind me. With casual indifference I leaned against the counter, knowing full well that the position let gravity take hold, uncovering a bit more of my ample cleavage than considered proper. Turning my eyes, I found a red-faced youth staring at the bared tops of my breasts and laughed, causing them to jiggle for him. Impossibly, he turned an even brighter color and stumbled forward as the line moved.

A voice, cheerful but clipped, called my attention back to the front.

Excuse me. I’m sorry, but the line starts back near the door. I know it sucks, and it’s busy, but…

I smiled, letting my eyes meet hers. It’s no problem. I’m not here for a burger, although… breaking the contact between our gaze, I let my eyes roam up and down for a moment before finishing, "I would