Bust&Bite

The doors of Bust&Bite slid open with a soft hiss, and Ryu followed Zyrex inside, bracing himself for the sensory barrage he had come to expect from Mammopolis. The scent of fried food hit him immediately, but there was also a faint sweetness in the air, something warm and almost comforting. It was a place that knew exactly how to pull you in.

Ryu’s eyes scanned the room, landing on the enormous posters that lined the walls. Busty women, their curves exaggerated to near-cartoonish proportions, bit into burgers and sipped shakes with seductive smiles. Zyrex caught Ryu’s eye and smirked. “Those are the stars of Mammopolis,” he said, nodding toward the posters. “Bustocrats, models, influencers.”

The waitresses on the other hand were flat-chested, moving swiftly between tables in tight uniforms that didn’t accentuate much. They served and cleaned, focused on their tasks, almost fading into the background compared to the larger-than-life figures on the walls.

As they made their way further inside, a figure stepped into their path, and Ryu’s breath caught. The hostess standing before them had a presence that made Ryu pause—She radiated a kind of comforting authority. She was taller than both him and Zyrex, her thick motherly figure dwarfing them, but her smile was warm and inviting. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, a few curls escaping and framing her face, adding to her relaxed and approachable look.

Ryu couldn’t help but focus on her top, stretched to the absolute limit, barely containing her enormous, sagging breasts that hung low, leaving well over a foot of cleavage exposed. The fabric, clearly worn, was dotted with stains and crusted with what looked unmistakably like dried fluids smeared across her chest. Though he couldn’t be sure, the streaks had a familiar, milky-white texture, and his mind immediately went to the tributes he’d heard about in Mammopolis—men leaving their mark in the most open of ways. The thought sent a flush of heat through him, the realization settling in. Despite the obvious wear and tear, the hostess appeared completely unfazed, carrying herself with casual ease, as if this was all just another day at the job.

“Welcome to Bust&Bite, boys! I'm Lorna, your hostess.” she greeted, her voice warm and motherly, as if she were welcoming them into her home instead of a hypersexualized fast-food joint. Her smile was genuine, and her eyes carried a soft, empathetic glint as she looked between Ryu and Zyrex. “You boys look like you’ve had a long day. Come on, let me take care of you.”

With a surprising grace for someone of her size, she knelt down before them, her large, sagging breasts naturally settling against her thighs, their weight pulling heavily as they rested. Ryu’s breath hitched at the sight—the top was so tightly stretched across her chest, it seemed like the fabric could give way at any moment. The worn material was littered with the crusty remnants of what Ryu now realized were tributes, faintly smeared along the neckline. Yet, despite the provocative stains, she wore it all with a disarming charm, exuding a sense of care and comfort that made her feel more like a nurturing figure than an object of desire.

“Before I show you to your table,” she continued, her smile never faltering, “we offer all our guests the option of a complementary tribute, if you’d like to leave your load on my chest?” Her tone was polite, as if she were simply offering the day’s special, and she gestured toward her exposed cleavage with the same casual grace as a waitress offering extra napkins. Ryu felt his face flush, caught between surprise and curiosity, while Zyrex grinned knowingly beside him.

Zyrex was already loosening his belt, giving her a grin. “You’re too good to us, Lorna” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate.

“Oh, honey, it’s no trouble at all,” she replied, her voice full of affection. “It’s what I’m here for.” She gave Zyrex a wink, like she was making sure he felt comfortable. “Let’s get you taken care of so you can enjoy your meal, alright?”

Zyrex slid his pants down and pulled out his cock, stroking himself lazily as the hostess watched with an approving nod, her hands resting lightly on her thighs. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed. “Take your time, no rush.”

Ryu, meanwhile, felt like he was going to explode. The sheer sight of her—those enormous, sagging breasts barely contained in her top, the way she was so calm and comforting in the face of something so intense—it was too much. He was rock hard in his shorts, as he had been most of the day, and before he could even think about pulling himself out, he felt the familiar rush building in him. He tried to stop it, but it was useless. His cock twitched, and he came prematurely, spilling into his shorts in a hot, sticky mess.

He was mortified, but the hostess read his expression with the experience of a mature woman and looked at him with nothing but understanding. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “Don’t you worry about that. It happens all the time, especially for someone new around here.” She gave him a reassuring smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges. “You’ll get the hang of things soon enough.”

Ryu felt his embarrassment melt slightly under her gaze. She wasn’t mocking him, wasn’t making him feel inadequate. She just... understood. It was like she could sense exactly how overwhelmed he was, and instead of adding to it, she soothed him with her gentle demeanor.

Zyrex, meanwhile, finished his tribute with a soft grunt, his cum landing in the hostess’s cleavage. She barely flinched, her chest already a mess of dried and fresh tribute from countless others. “There you go, honey,” she said to Zyrex, her tone as soothing as ever. “You’re all set now.” Zyrex chuckled, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. “You’re a treasure, Lorna” he said with a grin.

The hostess stood, towering over them again, her large wet breasts swaying naturally with the movement, and gave them both a smile that could have melted anyone’s heart. “Thank you for your tributes, boys. Now, you go and enjoy your meal. And if you need anything—anything at all—you come right back to me, okay? I’m here for you.”

Ryu couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort from her words. It wasn’t just her body, though that was impossible to ignore—it was the way she made him feel seen, even through his embarrassment. She was the kind of woman you could fall in love with, not just because of her appearance, but because she made you feel like you mattered.

Zyrex led the way to the counter, and Ryu followed, still a little shaken but calmer than before. The flat-chested girl behind the counter took their orders mechanically, but Ryu barely paid attention. His mind kept drifting back to the hostess, to her warmth and her empathy, to the way she had made him feel like everything would be alright.

They received their food—Zyrex ordering the Triple-G Bust Supreme and Ryu mumbling out a request for the Double D Diva Deluxe—and moved to a booth in the back. As they sat down, Zyrex was already digging into his meal, as nonchalant as ever.

“You see what I mean?” Zyrex said through a mouthful of food. “She’s great, huh? Makes the whole thing feel easy.”

Ryu nodded slowly, picking at his burger. The overstimulation of Mammopolis was still getting to him, but the hostess had made it all feel… manageable. Like maybe he could get through it without feeling completely out of place.

As they ate, Ryu glanced around the restaurant. The flat-chested waitresses moved silently between the tables, cleaning up after tributes and handing out tissues to the men who needed them. At the back of the room, 2 Dairy Queens were hooked up to their machines, milk pumping from their enormous breasts while men casually used their backsides for quick releases. It was a surreal scene, but somehow, after the warmth of the hostess, it felt a little less overwhelming.

“You’ll get used to it,” Zyrex said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “The overstimulation, the tributes, all of it. The city grows on you.”

Ryu took a deep breath and nodded. Maybe it would. Maybe with time, he could learn to navigate this world without feeling like he was drowning in it. But for now, he was just grateful for the kindness of the hostess, her warmth cutting through the chaos like a beacon of comfort in a world that otherwise felt overwhelming.