Abby refuses to have her ass eaten out of.

"They are... We are... ARGGGGGHHH" screeches Abby, and you politely place your firm hand on her shoulder, hugging her from behind again.

"Stop. Pressing. Your. Effin'. Tits! Into my back." Abby hisses, and you comply. But you stay around of course, as Abby turns away from Rahid beginning his meal. "You knew this." she says. "You KNEW I wouLd hAve tO piSS in An efFin' stOre froNt, aNd YOU let thEm stuFf your LUNCH iNto MY ASS!"

"Abby. This is a Hot Stuffs. That is how this chain operates. In fact, how most messtaurants are doing things. Well, McFanny's over there would stuff your greasy meal into your cunt instead." I hesitate and lift my fingers up. "You constantly try to hide your vajay, so I made a snap decision to get stuffed here instead. Was that so wrong?"

Abby breaks into a chair next to Rahid and groans, holding her head. "So instead of my... pussy, you think I would apprectiate that these... chefs... violate the sanctity of my ass?" she asks. Then she looks over to Rahid, who slurps stuffing out of Erin's deletectable butt. "This is insane. The enema was amazing, but this is insane!"

"Sanctity? Wow, do you mean that?" Erin asks. "Doc, tell her that we also believe that our loins are holy."

"That is right. Abby, our loins are temples. We keep them clean and healthy and open to everybody who wishes to worship them."

"Oh, how delightful. Are these meals also... wait, let me put that in another way. Does this entire world revolve around sex?" Abby asks, peeking through her hands as Rahid and Erin change positions, so that Erin can eat her stuffing.

"Not really, no." you say as you also climb the table, placing your face close to Rahid's head. "And I must remind you Abby, stuffing has nothing to do with sex. Now tuck in!"

Your sphincter opens for Abby's first bite. Instead of her mouth, you can feel her fingers fishing at her meal.

"Foul!" you hear from Erin. "You just place your head on top of her butt, with your nose at the crack right here, and then you suck the stuffings out."

"But... but why even DO this?" Abby is close to tears again. "What is so bad about forks and knives and food on a plate?"

"You would use tools to eat? Why? Nature is serving you great orifices." Now you stand up and slide off the table. "Abby, take my spot, and let me show you how it is done."

Abby is shaking, and she needs both Erin and myself to assume the position. "Hey, how do I fit so perfectly onto this platform?" - "It molds around you, lovely Abby." Rahid explains to her. His face is close to Abby's but he is still composed while Erin has begin munching out of his ass.

Abby just sighs. "On the one hand, this position is really comfortable. But then... there are people outside on the streets and looking at me!" - "If they are paying attention, it likely because you are so clumsy." Rahid chimes in again.

"So I now just poop your lunch out, Doc?" All three of us just chorus "Yes please." - And then, just me. "But more slowly! One little bit after the other. Don't rush it out so fast, don't you have muscle con..." It's my turn again to sigh. Abby has just plonched my stuffing menu onto the table, where I have to quickly scoop it up and gobble it fast. It still gets cold in no time. There is a reason why we stuff warm food in rectums, and that is to keep the meal warm.

Abby really has no control over her anal muscles.

"Oh, what does this button do?" Abby inquires and apparently activates the vibration massage option of the table. "Oh no, how do I turn... Oh no! Oh my god! This is crazy! Insane! YESSS! Ohn..no YESS! Omygosh, YEAAHHHH! YEAAAHHH! AAAHHH! Deeper... DEEPER! You people are crazy insane! Why do you have this in a restaurant!?!"