Restaurant

Note: This is a story-prompt for Anonymous.

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The customer who was next in line at the takeaway counter was staring at her. He bypassed her pink lips, plump cheeks, bright eyes, and slight double chin. Instead his eyes were glued to Violet’s massive chest, which was straining the top of her dress, her nipples huge and visibly protruding even beneath her apron. They were GGG-cups today, and looked like honeydews about to burst.

Violet cleared her throat.

The customer blushed and quickly looked up to meet her eyes for once.

“What will you be having, darling?” said Violet sweetly in her faux Southern accent.

Her restaurant business was thriving. It was attached right to her farm. Everything was homegrown and fresh. Customers even picked their own cattle. Everyone loved the food she offered. And then there were the specials.

Violet winced at a sudden pain. “John, can you take over?” She held her stomach.

“Of course.” Her employee hurried over to the register. They exchanged a furtive look.

Containing a grunt, Violet stepped back. The counter had hid her huge belly from view. It was bigger than a beach ball that day, her back aching, and she could hardly stand to be on her feet a moment longer. Holding the underside of her mound, Violet waddled towards the back room. Her belly preceded her as she aimed her way through the doorway, before she eased herself down on a large mat on the center of the floor.

By then she was flushed and panting. She bunched up her skirt against her massive, shuddering gut. She rocked her hips absently, hugging her belly and releasing a moan.

Only a year earlier, she had been a skinny college drop-out when she had approached a supposed witch on a bet. She had paid a small fee and wished for a successful restaurant business. She had never imagined how things would turn out.

“Nrrrggh…” Violet groaned as two of her employees hurried in. They removed her apron and unbuttoned the top of her dress. Her swollen breasts seemed to swell in response, Violet grunting as they grew fuller and heavier. Her nipples distended twice their size, and abruptly began to squirt. The two employees hurriedly began to catch the precious liquid in pitchers. It was dark purple today. It looked like a fine wine. Yesterday had been a luxurious white chocolate pudding. It had been expensive and delectable, but uncomfortable and slow to produce. Violet had been stuck working on it all night.

“Ahhhhh…mgghhh…” Violet tried her best to keep it down. She could feel something beginning to crown at her loins. She didn’t know what it would be today, but it had to be huge. “OHHHH!”

She pushed and pushed, her face red, and belly contracting forcefully. She heard whispered encouragements, but all she could think about was how massive this thing was.

When it finally exited her, Violet almost blacked out. Between her legs she stared at the hugest turkey she had ever seen. It was glazed, stuffed, piping hot, and ready to serve. Her employees marveled at the fat bird as Violet sunk, exhausted. This was a nightly routine for her. Every day the restaurant served a “special,” usually reserved for the most daring and wealthy customer who would bid the highest for the surprise dish. The customers absolutely adored the gimmick. The was always scrumptious, magically attuned to each individual palate.

She would be ruined if the truth ever got out.

“What do you think it’ll be tomorrow?” one of her employees murmured in wonderment.

Violet shrugged and passed out.