Happy meal

“We’ll call out your order when it’s ready” you say flatly as you hand a rather obese lady her receipt and order number. Letting out a sigh, you wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead as you wish that the air conditioner overhead would finally work after weeks of alleged repairs. At least the ice cream machine gets fixed faster than the air conditioning to avoid another wave of angry hot-headed customers. “Next please!” you say as you glance at your watch with slight excitement since your shift ends in thirty minutes. The hustle and stress of dinner service has always been exhausting and you lowkey despise the manager for assigning you such a bad shift.

“I ordered a happy meal… it’s not good enough” a voice says with a slight hint of humor. Looking up from the screen, you see a thin looking man with blond hair and a sheepish grin as he holds up a crumpled bag of food. Noticing a long queue behind him, you promptly inspect the contents and see nothing amiss. “I’m just not feeling happy… from this happy meal” the man snickers as he dramatically crosses his arms in frustration.

“You what?” you grumble angrily. You’re in no mood to play along with his pointless complaint especially with the long line of hungry customers behind. Glancing at your manager, he just rolls his eyes and signals at you to deal with the issue quickly as the man stamps his feet impatiently. “So… how can I help?” you ask begrudgingly through gritted teeth, hoping that your shift can finish soon.

“Can’t you see the ruined buns?” the man demands, pointing at the wrinkled and badly positioned bun on his burger. Frowning at such an insignificant problem, you consider getting the kitchen staff to remake a new burger, but the customer grabs it and squeezes it in his hands until the oil and sauces oozes out. “I want to see better buns” the man grunts as a strange pulsating sensation emanates on your chest.

“Better wha--- ahhnnnn” you gasp in surprise as your nipples suddenly harden and chafe against your rough shirt. Trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations, you feel waves of fat move across your tender chest as a small mound begins to push against your shirt. Biting your lower lip from moaning and attracting unwanted attention to yourself, your chest starts to tingle more as the man squeezes the burger even more in his hands. “What are you doi--- mmphhh…” you moan as you pull up your shirt to see puffy nipples surrounded by dark areolas as modest B-cups bulge from your chest. Your jaw drops in shock as you watch your chest jiggle and more fat floods into your tits to push them out into C-cups. “What’s happening?!” you gasp in disbelief as breasts balloons into heavy E-cups with a deep cleavage down the middle.

“Mhm… that’s better” the man grunts as his saucy and oily hands gropes your breasts. You moan loudly, but your body remains motionless to stop him from squeezing your tits and spreading sauces all over your chest. Much to your confusion, the crowd of customers don’t seem to notice him playing with your soft milky E-cups while the rest of your team continues to work obliviously in the kitchen. “Don’t worry… no one will know” the man grins as your blood runs cold and you helplessly feel his rough hands pinch your sensitive nipples.

“W-why do I have tiddies?!” you gasp in horror, looking down at the jiggling mounds on your chest as your shirt becomes too small to contain them all. Before the customer can respond, you grunt loudly and brace against the counter as your spine pops in multiple places. Breathing heavily, you arch your back as it becomes smaller and curvier as you notice yourself becoming shorter by a few inches. “Wha…” you groan, as your broad shoulders crunch narrower into a rounder and petite frame while the biceps in your arms deflate into a thin layer of womanly fat to support your fragile limbs. Clenching your fist in pain on the counter, your hands crack smaller while your fingers become slimmer with glossy nails. Your stomach gurgles loudly and you wheeze breathlessly as your diaphragm contracts and your stomach flattens into a toned belly with a thinner waistline.

“Aw… I think the sauce tastes a little off” the man says with mock disgust as he lets go of your breasts and licks his fingers clean. Calling out for help, no one seems to react or notice your screams as everyone continues with their evening. Catching your breath, the weight on your chest feels so strange as you feel your breasts jiggling and bouncing with every gasp of air. “Why don’t you give it a little taste and tell me if you think so too” the customer grins as you recoil back in fear.

“H-Huh? G-Give what?” you mumble in confusion hearing your voice cracking higher into a sultry and feminine tone. Covering your mouth in shock, your lips plump up into pillowy cock sleeves coated in lipstick you vaguely remember putting on before work as your white pearly teeth glistens in the light. Your jawline softens and cheekbones pop higher, pulling your face into a rounder and more doll-like appearance. “M-My voice?! Stop it!” you splutter in a girly tone as your nose crunches narrower into a cute button nose while your hands touch the unfamiliar smooth contours of your face. Blinking tears out of your eyes, they widen into an alluring foxy complexion while your irises turn brown with long eyelashes. The short hair under your cap becomes itchy as it quickly grows down to your lower back before turning jet black and silky smooth. “Oh… my god… I look like a girl” you gasp, seeing your reflection of a sexy and busty girl on the metal surface as you tuck your long fringe behind your ear.

Hearing a clatter, you glance across the counter to see the man unbuckling his belt and shamelessly dropping his pant to reveal his growing boner. You try to look away, but it's so entrancing as you feel your heart beating faster with excitement and drool building up under your lips. “Aren’t you going to taste the sauce?” the customer asks with a grin as he strokes his cock in front of you.

The authoritative tone in his voice and the size of his dick makes you whimper submissively as you glance at your manager for help, but he doesn’t notice you at all. “Y-yes… sir…” you blurt out obediently as the need to satisfy customers engrained in your mind becomes instinctive. Feelings of disgust and humiliation swirls in your hazy mind as your face flushes red with embarrassment, but the stench of his cock is just overpowering. Falling to your knees, you submissively crawl towards him with your tongue hanging out and drooling until the tip of your lips touches his dick. “S-Sir… may I?” you ask timidly for his permission since you don’t want to upset your customer.

“Call me Nick… you little slut” he grins before grabbing the back of your head and ramming his dick into your mouth. Gagging in surprise, you feel his warm shaft slide along your cheeks before ramming against the back of your throat. Your body momentarily tenses in shock, but the salty taste of his pre-cum makes you relax as the smell of his dick causes you to drool more. “Work for that sauce” Nick grunts as he starts to pound your face in with his cock, feeling your saliva lubricate his shaft while your tongue curls around his dick. Slurping loudly, you succumb to your urges and shamelessly bob your head along his cock in front of the crowd of customers until you feel his body stiffen.

Without warning, hot cum sprays into your mouth and down your throat as you gag loudly. Licking his dick clean, your tongue trails along his shaft as a mixture of saliva and cum drips down the corner of your plump lips. “That was so… disgu--- delicious…” you coo as the strong salty stench on your mouth suddenly tastes better than the fresh fries you make for the customers. Swallowing the rest of his cum down your throat, your mind tingles as your personality and memories continue to be corrupted into Nick’s ideal girl.

“Aren’t you going to compensate me for such a bad meal?” Nick grumbles jokingly as you immediately feel the urge to address his complaint. Looking around in a panic, you try to find something suitable to satisfy him until a twisted idea forms in your hazy mind.

“Ooh… we have some… cake” you slur ditzily, as your hips suddenly cracks loudly with a bone splintering snap and expands into child-bearing proportions. Rubbing your sore hips, you feel layers of fat flooding your sides until they swell into perfect fuck handles with an hour-glass figure. Groaning softly, you feel your ass pulsate with a familiar sensation as more fat accumulates in your ass cheeks and causes the to balloon into a round bubble butt protruding from behind. “You like that?” you ask with a smirk, as your petite hands squeeze your soft ass and sink into the soft flesh. Nick ogles your huge ass lustfully as he imagines himself spreading them apart and pumping your ass full of another round of cum.

“Maybe… something extra” you coo, sliding your hands sensually down your thighs as they rapidly ripple with fat and become thicker than your own head. You shiver with pleasure as your fingers sensually brush along your insanely sensitive inner thighs and you feel your swollen balls become sandwiched between your jiggling thighs. “Nuughh… is this… enough compensation?” you moan softly with your back arched as your calves become slimmer and your feet crunches a few sizes smaller with dainty toes with pedicured nails. Your hips sway hypnotically side to side as your thick thighs jiggles alluringly to support your wide child-bearing hips and round ass.

“Give me something better… or do I need to call the manager?” Nick threatens with a grin as you begin to panic. Known as the sexiest and best employee at your workplace, you can’t afford to have him ruining your almost perfect reputation, so you bite your lower lip nervously and glance up at him. Your eyes twitch as your memories becomes conflicted and you remember doing this as a part-time job during the day before studying at night… or was it partying. Frowning in thought, all your bodily hair disappears, leaving your skin smooth and unblemished with a creamy hue from all your skincare routines. “Come on, Vanessa” the customer demands as you flinch from his loud voice as the sound that name feels increasingly familiar. Everyone called you Vanessa since you were little as you look down at your cleavage to see a badge with your name and everything seems to make sense.

A smile spreads across your cum stained lips as you recognize Nick and you lean forward on the bench with your breasts hanging down like udders. “I’ll give you something off the menu” you whisper alluringly into his ear as he nods his head with satisfaction. Holding his hand, you lead him into the spare staff room without anyone stopping you and lock the door afterwards. “A fresh cream pie…” you slur sheepishly as your dick becomes painfully erect at the thought. Well experienced in making men cum at the slightest touch, you expertly stroke your dick until you blow your load within seconds for the last time. Moaning softly you squeeze all the cum from your empty balls until they slurp into your crotch and reform into fertile ovaries while your already deflating cock inverts into your body and leaves a tight slit in its place. “Ooh… hungry for some McPussy?” you giggle teasingly, as moist pink folds push out from within and juices start to ooze out. Slipping your slender finger into your warm pussy lips, you moan softly as you rub against your newly formed clitoris while your pussy finally lengthens and you feel your insides gurgle to make space.

“Mmph… fuck me…” you moan as Nick immediately pins you onto the floor and grabs your wide waists with his hands. Your body trembles with excitement as his throbbing cock pulsates inches from your dripping pussy and you spread your legs apart invitingly. Without needing further encouragement, Nick plunges his dick into your pussy, making your inhale sharply in surprise as your tight pussy lips spread apart to fit it all and you feel him sliding deeper inside you. “AHhhnn… mmmm…” you moan loudly as your eyes roll back in ecstasy and you feel his oversized cock press against your womb and leave a bulge in your flat stomach. You always love it when he fucks you raw, feeling his dick sliding in and out of your pussy as your warm vaginal walls coat his shaft with your juices. Your milky E-cups jiggle in unison with his thrusts as he fondles them in his hands, and you start to gyrate your hips to feel more of him inside you. After a few minutes, you hear him grunt and you feel a hot gush of cum flood into your pussy as he fills it to the brim.

Pulling his dick out with a wet slurp, you giggle happily as you feel his cum overflow from your aching pussy and start to drip down your thighs. Breathing heavily from the multiple orgasms you experienced, your breasts heave up and down and your pussy tingles for more. Nick grins with satisfaction at his handiwork on your petite body as you dip your fingers into your cum filled pussy and pull-out stings of fluid playfully. “Is your… Happy Meal to your satisfaction?” you ask with a smile as Nick nods with approval.

That’s one customer sorted. Time to handle the rest.