Still waiting for food!

“Here, let me out,” the hostess says from under you.

You let her out and she pulls herself to her feet. She eyes your dress covered in cum but also too small to contain your new size. It rides up to your chest.

“I kind of like the looks,” you tell Sasha.

“It’s kind of nice, yeah. Just don’t overdo it. My big ass isn’t just for show. You need a strong lower half to carry it around.” Sasha explains as she rubs her belly through her cum-stained dress.

“All the staff here are dickgirls,” the hostess mentions. “We would be happy to help you-“

“-Stop. I already need to help him home. Let’s not make my job harder?”

“Sorry. Just promoting the business! Big Belly Creamery is still kind of niche. Can’t blame me for a shameless plug!”

“I’ll give you a plug alright!” Sasha grips her dick.

“I do miss those days when all I had to do was get filled with cum,” she sighs. “I used to be in your position, new guy. All I had to do was enjoy those big swollen bellies with those big horny dicks needing release until I looked just like them. It’s satisfying but you need to stay in shape. Carrying around all that weight inside you builds up your muscles and counterweights. That’s why you gotta eat regular food still, but just cum. And look at me now. GG bust, 55” butt, just curvy all over.” The hostess strikes a pose.

“Very nice. All that from working at the company?”

“You better believe it! I used to be skinny and flat like you are now. Come here to eat and I’ll help you get in shape,” she says seriously. “Gotta bulk up the right places.”

“She will. She left the company to help dickgirls in our line of work eat right to build up our bodies. You don’t want to be a skinny person doing this for too long. The body will adapt, but it needs help. You will end up with back problems and other issues if you don’t keep up,” Sasha confirms.

“Here’s dinner,” you interrupt.

A cart of platters arrives filled with tofu. The hostess bids you a good meal and takes her leave. The waitress eyes her boss leaving and places the platters on the table. You try to reach but can’t anymore.

“Can I help?” The waitress asks you. “I feel bad about the mess earlier…”

“I’d love some help, thanks!”

“I’m sure you would,” Sasha comments as she digs in.

“I see you brought dessert, too,” you feel her hard rod and big balls as she reaches over to feed you some tofu.

“I did,” she confirms simply.