You can eat

“Sure, I can eat. Surprising, right?”

“A little, but not really! You are going to be sore all over in the morning and your body will need protein,” Sasha explains after pulling on a similar dress. “I know this place that makes great tofu.”

*****

Sasha helped you to her SUV that seemed modified for someone in your state. You had no problem getting in and fitting your gut inside comfortably. An hour drive outside the city went by quickly as you got to know Sasha and picked her brain on the company. When you walked inside, the hostess welcomed you.

“Sasha! Welcome back!”

“Hi! This is the new guy from work.”

“Hi new guy! You leave any room in there for me? I mean, my food?” She rubs your belly and winks.

“I can fill both ends at once, if that’s what you’re asking. Sasha can attest to that. She fed me her delicious cum pudding while I got DP’d in the ass.”

“Oh! So Sasha found a cum balloon!” The hostess is behind you now and you feel a cock hotdogging your butt through the dress.

“Just the new guy at work,” Sasha explains to the hostess. “Can you get your shit under control and seat us? I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m starving!”

“Oh, you’re no fun, Sasha! New guy, want me to give you a great place to sit?” She winks.

“S-sure!” You see her large cock four inches thick is tenting her leggings. It hogs so much material the rest of the top of the garment becomes mostly transparent.

She gestures for someone else to cover the front and leads you to the back in a quiet corner. “How’s this?” She grips her cock and a little clear fluid squirts through the fabric.

“Looks like a comfortable place to sit!” You reply. The hostess sits in the wide booth and pulls out her leaking cock.

“I don’t believe you are going to do this in public,” Sasha huffs as she sits down hard on the opposite side.

The waitress arrives and eyes the scene before her. The hostess sitting in the booth cock out and you now lowering yourself onto her. She clears her throat.

“We’ll have the tofu. Someone needs his protein,” Sasha eyes you.

“For you, extra cream, then?” She asks with a blush and lets her five inch thick erection spring into view inside her yoga pants. You didn’t order a dairy dish.

“Ahhh….” you sigh as you sit on the hostess’s lap. “Where’s the cream made?” You inquire.

“Here,” she spreads her legs and her watermelon-sized balls appear. Her pants seem to be designed to hide them via optical illusion unless she poses like she is now.

“I’ll try some, thanks,” you affirm.

“Uhm…there’s a minimum serving size…” her blush deepens.

“Oh! I’ll have a full serving, then?”

“Right away!”

Your waitress hops up to straddle you, pulls down her pants and you are sucking on cock at a speed you can only describe as ‘right away.’ Her sweat drips on you from above as she jerks furiously.

You feel your anal guest blow first and then you are drinking cum soon after. You can feel cum dripping from the corners of your mouth to stain your dress.

“Great service here, right?” Sasha mentions with an edge in her voice.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I forgot about your order!” The waitress, surprised, whips around mid-orgasm to spray ropes of cum all Sasha as she addresses her complaint. “Oops!” She turns back and slips and the rest ends up on your front instead of in your mouth.

“I hope I’m not paying for all that,” you gesture to the mess.

“Of course not! My fault! Let me go place your order and give me a chance to hydrate,” she winks.

“So we just sit here covered in cum.” Sasha scoops up a handful and slurps it up.