Fast food tycoon, Ronald McDonald is enjoying retirement in his sumptuous vacation home; a VERY big house in the country. He had been living in isolation in the rural side for the past weeks ever since his wife Wendy's died due to cardiac arrest. The clown didn't mind being alone, but it would have been fantastic to have some company, if only his wife had been there.
Ronald was in the mood for some good ol' burgers on this bright sunny day. Then he discovered that he ran short of burger buns. The solution would have been simple: go to the shop and purchase some buns, but he's too lazy to get off his fat ass and drive down to the city. Then, an ad about Pillsbury Doughboy came on television - the one with, Hollywood cutie, Michael Cera. Ronald's powdered face then flashed an enormous grin.
Pillsbury Doughboy was just chillin' in his million-dollar Jacuzzi when his phone rang.
"Hello? Doughboy residence" the white flour man answered the phone.
A croaky voice responded back "Hi, Pills you busy? Why don't you come and visit my place"
Doubtful, Pillsbury asked what the reason behind the unforeseen invitation is.
Ronald paused for a moment, leaving heavy breathing on the line.
"Ron? You Ok?" The doughboy asked.
"I got burgers here... would be nice to have someone to eat them with" the clown finally answered.
"Oh boy!" said the dough man.
Pillsbury got off the phone and hastily dressed for their date. He hopped into his Doughmobile and sped through the crowded streets. Meanwhile, Ronald anticipates the arrival of his visitor.
Doughboy arrives a bit behind schedule due to traffic. Once he opened the door, he is greeted by a rock hard Ronald McDonald.
"You're late" said Ronald while stroking his drooling McCock-a-doodle dong. "Oh! And did you bring the buns? them fresh dough?"
Doughboy thought to himself, "Did I miss something?" He is confident that Ronald did not request that he bring buns. Possibly he completely forgot or misheard; after all he has no ears for god's sake. So he just went along.
"Damn, I forgot about them Ron"
"Did you?" The clown said with sardonically lifted eyebrows and a transfer of his gaze to the dough man's asscheeks, "Actually, I want to PillsBURY my Mcdonald in your doughy ass"
"Ronald, I thought were making burgers?" questioned Doughboy.
"Correct, you have the buns and I got the meat right here" Ronald said, pointing at his throbbing dick of 100 percent pure beef - guaranteed.
"Now let's go make some burgers!" he gestured Doughboy the way he would host a kid's party, full of enthusiasm and joy, if you disregard the sexual predator overtones.
Ronald's joyous personality rubbed off on the doughy man and he followed the skipping old McDonald inside like a delighted kid, singing as if they're off to see a wizard.
The happy go lucky clown led the similarly outgoing Doughboy to his kitchen. He commenced their home baking by asking his guest to spread his ass crack, which Pillsbury happily obliged, splitting his ass in half like Oreo biscuits. McDonald then proceeded to sandwich his hilarious quarter pounder between the doughboy's buns, immediately being engulfed by the soft, melting, flowing glutinous rear end.
"Hope you like happy meals cuz Im'ma bake you up hot and fresh!" said Ronald as he readied himself. Then, the jester grinded his sausage burrito against the fresh and hot sticky surface of Pillsbury's wheaty buns. Ronald constantly moaned as he rubbed his cock on the covering doughy sheets of pre-pancake delight.
"Oh fuck! nothing says lovin' like your toaster strudels! Pillsbury!" Moaned Ronald.
Doughboy moaned as well, the sensation of cock grinding his puffy pastry ass felt the same way he was kneaded into existence back in the feeding camps during the Vietnam War. The Doughboy's gelatinous buttocks squished and squashed as it got rolled by Ronald's rolling pin penis, making noises of moist clay.
As he grinded, Ronald slowly molded the doughboy with his smooth penis into the shape of his late wife Wendy's.
"Oh my Wendy, how I missed you" The clown spoke biting his lower lip.
"What the hell are you talking abo... HOLY SHIT! " doughboy exclaimed in surprise just as he saw himself in the form of a curvaceous hot girl. "You turned me into a dough hoe! What is wrong with you Ronald!?"
Ronald playfully hum the melody of "sweet dreams" while forming the female reproductive organ on the dough man's plain crotch "Just play along"
All of a sudden, Ronald inserted his Big Mac cock inside the makeshift pussy making Doughboy sprout a penis in a form of a crescent roll on his clay like body and cum in pleasure. Afterwards, it sank back and flatten after unleashing every drop.
McDonald fucks Doughboy while also reminiscing his time with his dead wife. He started to sob but that did not stop him from penetrating the she-male doughboy.
"Would you like extra mayo in your Mcmuffins, doughboy?" Ronald bellowed, eyes all skyward.
Eventually, The washed up clown went fast food and prematurely ejaculated baking soda while in tears, stuffing the Doughboy with his McSauce like a jelly filled doughnut you'd get at Krispy Kreme. It's such a nice feeling when your popping fresh dough.
The Wendy Doughboy lay on the floor wheezing and farting clown spunk out his stuffed turd bakery, "I don't want burgers no more"
He looked up to see the clown standing there menacingly, his white powdered cock hanging, flaunting with dangerous aura. It went passed him before but now that he's focusing at it, Ronald McDonald's balls were actually painted as red as a clown's juggling balls.
"Ron?" Pillsbury tremblingly addresses his so-called "Friend"
"Wendy and I were supposed to have a beautiful baby boy" McDonald said, glaring mindlessly at the doughy figure on the floor.
Smiling, the ominous zany fast food mascot crouch to reach for his dough "wife".
"Isn't that right my beautiful Wendy?"
"Stay back Goddamnit!" the panicking Pillsbury warned. He tried to run away from the demented clown but his stocky little legs could only cover a few distance compared to Ronald's strides - He was captured.
"Where were we?" McDonald said in a mocking tone "Oh right! The baby!"
Ronald then rips a small portion of flesh from his doughy captive and starts to form it into a fetus. As if that wasn't fucked up enough, he gave his clay baby a big ass wiener. "Like father, like son... Junior's got his daddy's signature sausage right up to the tip"
"What has gotten into you Ron!. Don't tell me you've gone full Mcdonald? Never go full Mcdonald!" yelled Pillsbury while he struggles to release himself from the clown's grasps.
Ronald ignored him, cut an opening on his gut, and placed the clay fetus inside.
"A Perfect fit" the clown said with an open grin, pinching the stomach close with his girthy fingers. He then walks towards the microwave.
"What are going to do now, you bastard!" said Pillsbury.
"Its only a matter time when you revert back to your original shape, and we don't want that don't we? " Ronald said, opening the microwave. His cock twitching sporadically. "Plus it'll incubate the baby"
A rush of fear filled the doughboy's psyche "Let me go asshole! Fuck you!" he's doing his all to escape.
"Why art thou scared, Doughboy? I thought you're crazy for some oven lovin' on TV"
Before the clown could place Pillsbury inside, the door of his house suddenly shattered and in came the Police.
"Ronald McDonald, you're under arrest for your past crimes of murder, domestic abuse, rape, kidnappi... " An officer stopped. "What the hell is going on here?"
Without saying a word, Ronald dropped his doughy hostage and sprinted away from the law enforcers then jumped through the glass window. The police followed suit.
Gunshots were heard from the distance and police car sirens roaring, it was chaotic as hell; All the while, the trembling Pillsbury Doughboy sat on the floor hugging his knees in total disarray.
The Dough man would live his entire remaining life broken and in a state of paranoia.
THE END