Preheat to 450°F (l00d)

"MIKE IMMA FUCK YA" Chica screeched from the other side of the right window.
'Oh god is this really happening? How did my life get so out of control?!' Mike's saner side pleaded.

All throughout the week Chica kept attempting to seduce the guard. While she was successful in getting a "rise" out of him he never succumbed to the bird's ass, no matter how fat. Until tonight, because she had enough of his shit.

"OPEN THE FUGGIN' DOOR MIKE!"
"Jesus Christ what are you, Bonnie?!"
"PUT THAT PEPPERONI IN MY OVEN RIGHT NOW!" She punched the glass out and tumbled over in a disgraceful manner. Her fat form rolled all the way over and she slid on top of him, positioning his stick of meat towards her oven door.
"No don't! I'm chaste!" Mike pleaded, the heat from her makeshift buhgina radiating over the tip of his sensitive member.

Her spoopy robotic face uncomfortably close, her eyes bore into his.
"Me too." She said in a low, needful voice.

	It was too late, the bird's butt was upon him. She greedily slammed his flesh volcano into her, grinding her waist down to soak in the sensation of a dong being so close to the heated coils of her robocervix. She let out a coo of a northeastern Boston duck. Mike groaned as she held him close, shoving his face in her night-hours chest model bibbed chicken breasts. She let out a shudder every time his tip grazed the heating coils at the very end of her silicon flesh tube.

Mike couldn't handle it much longer, he struggled out of the beaked lady's bib.
"Chica stop you're gonna get your insides dirty! I'll get FIRED!" He pleaded.

She didn't listen, and intensified her insatiable pumping. He burst immediately as she moaned, her oven coated in melted mozzarella.
"Love ya Mike~" She gently spoke as she laid on top of him.
Mike tried not to look at her in embarrassment.
"Ah Mike...mind if I confess somethin'?" She asked worriedly.
"Uh, sure?"
"I'm dead, and pregnant."

Mike groaned.