Feed a Maid Cafe (WIP Preview)

WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN: Female Weight Gain

A group of girls arrive for their first shift at the Feed A Maid Café,  an establishment where patrons can pay to watch servers stuff  themselves. While they all play the parts of loyal servers of first, the  workers soon fall into the roles of greedy, gluttonous women as their  pudgy forms call more customers in to participate in their daily  feedings.

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   Getting off of the subway station, Azumi checked her phone again for the directions to her new job. As she walked, she couldn’t help herself from letting her fingers fidget with her chin-length, brown hair. Her better judgement was telling her to turn back and run home before it was too late, but her logical side kicked in to remind her that she needed the money. Lacking funds for both rent and food, the café seemed to be the perfect answer.

   Turning a corner, Azumi paused for a moment as she spotted her place of business. A first glance at the quaint shop made it seem like any other café in the area. That was until a person  would glance at the letters spelling out “Feed a Maid Café” in bold letters above the entrance. The title made a shudder go down Azumi’s spine as she pushed herself to walk around the building to enter in through the back.

   Making her way into the staff changing room, Azumi stored away her things and began to get dressed. She let out a small squeak as she heard someone moving around. Quickly covering up her bra with her uniform, her initial shock lessened a bit as she recognized the woman approaching her.

   Seeing Azumi’s nervous expression, the woman brushed a hand through her long, black hair. “You’re Azumi, right?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.

   “Y-yes,” she replied. “And your name is Inori, right? I remember seeing you on the group chat.”

   “If you know,” she began, unflinchingly stripping down to her birthday suit, “then why are you acting so nervous? We’re both adult women here.”

   “Y-yeah, it’s just you’re so…”

   Azumi trailed off, unable to find the right words to say. What was going through her mind was how different the two of them appeared. While she possessed a slender, scrawny form with twig-like limbs, Inori had sculpted herself into a near perfect hourglass figure. Unable to express the jealousy she felt for her coworker’s curves, she remained still and let the awkward moment linger.

   “Whatever,” Inori said, mercilessly turning away from Azumi to allow her to dress in peace. “Get into your uniform. The boss wanted to talk to us before starting orientation.”

   “R-right, I’m on it,” Azumi replied, rushing through her process while trying to make herself presentable.

   Slipping her feet into the dainty, black shoes, Azumi stepped in front of the mirror to check her appearance. Despite her best efforts, the maid outfit still loosely hung around her body. The black and white uniform seemed to be made specifically for some twice as large as her. Though it did have the elegant white apron and ankle-length skirt one would expect of a maid, the excess fabric, especially around her mid-section, made it appear like a cheap costume.

   “Hmm, I might be able to fix that up later,” Inori commented, her own uniform doing a bit better thanks to her extra curves. “For now, let’s go meet with the boss.”

   “Is he impatient?” Azumi asked as she walked alongside her coworker. “I’ve never had a chance to meet him.”

   “Me neither,” Inori replied with a shrug. “But the hiring manager vouched for him as a decent enough guy.”

   “Then why are you so worried about being tardy?”

   “It’s just good work etiquette,” Inori answered. “Something you should pick up on in this line of work. Trust me, this is far from my first time working a maid café.”

   “I appreciate the guidance,” Azumi graciously bowing towards her senior before stepping through the door. “Although, I’m wondering how far that will get us here,” she mumbled under her breath.

   Inori closing the door behind them allowed her and Azumi to be surrounded by the sounds being made by the kitchen staff. All around them was a flurry of activity that made the small number of cooks seem like an army. Carefully making their way through the area, the pair were treated to various whiffs of the delicious food being made. Lost gazing at a plate of freshly baked brownies being pulled from an oven, Azumi only managed to escape the culinary trap thanks to Inori pulling her into the nearby office.

   Turning away from the door, Azumi shuddered a bit as she saw the wide grin staring at her from across the desk. What was intended to be a friendly expression belonged to a man dressed in a black coat and tie with his short, black hair slicked back. He might have had a vague resemblance to a butler, but there was something about his eyes that made him incompatible with the rest of his attire.

   “Welcome, welcome,” the man said waving the girls towards the three chairs in front of the desk. “My name is Daisuke. Please, have a seat and we’ll begin the orientation shortly.”

   “Don’t you think we should start now?” Inori said as she and Azumi took their chairs. “I’m assuming we have a lot of work to do.”

   “Not yet, we’re still waiting on-“

   A series of crashing noises turned the room’s attention back towards the kitchen. After a few more clangs of pots and pans, the door swung open to reveal a blinding shade of blonde hair with pink tips. Brushing back the long locks with her pink nails, the woman was able to show off her tanned skin. Straightening her posture, she brushed out the wrinkles from her clothes and in the process focused the group’s attention on her large, D-cup breasts. Trying to be polite, Azumi looked up from the woman’s cleavage only to pause at the sight of the new arrival’s puffy, pink painted lips.

   “Sorry I’m late,” the gyaru girl said, sauntering her way over to the last chair. “I had to stop on the way here to grab some extra accessories.”

   “That’s no excuse,” Inori coldly stated. “A proper maid should always be on time, regardless of personal matters.”

   “No reason to be so strict,” Daisuke brought up. “The reason I hired Yuuki in the first place is because of her attention to fashion. That’ll make her really stand out when we do the grand opening next week.”

   “You can count on me!” Yuuki proclaimed, using her puffy lips to blow a kiss.

   “E-excuse me,” Azumi spoke up, raising a hand. “I’m a little confused. What exactly is this café’s focus?”

   “I am quite curious as well,” Inori added. “You failed to properly explain the gimmick of this establishment.”

   Daisuke’s grin grew even wider. “I am so glad you asked. As you may know, at most cafés patrons pay to have maids bring them delicious treats to eat while they watch them be as entertaining as possible. While this is fine and good for other places, my goal is to twist that formula into something special.”

   “Meaning…?” Inori asked, she and the leaning in their seats.

   “Simply put, the patrons will be paying to watch our maids stuff themselves with food.”

  Azumi blinked a few times. Turning towards the other girls’ faces, she saw similar looks of confusion. Dying to try and break the awkward silence, she held up her hand once more.

   “Yes?” Daisuke asked, the look in his eyes saying he had been waiting a long time for someone to inquire about his plans.

   “This is what you meant when you say the job comes with free food?” Azumi inquired.

   “Indeed it does,” Daisuke said, clapping his hands together.

   “There’s something off about this,” Inori spoke up. “What makes you think that this is a viable strategy?”

   “I don’t,” Daisuke casually replied. “The only thing I have to go off is that this kind of gimmick will help us shine like a shooting star.”

   While the answer did little to raise hope in the other girls, Yuuki was quick to come to Daisuke’s aid as she stood up. “I think it’s fantastic,” she exclaimed. “Even if it fails, it’ll still be a great publicity event that’s bound to get a few curious faces into our cute café.”

   Mulling it over for a bit, Inori finally let out a sigh. “I suppose it can’t hurt to at least try. At the very least, it will help cut down on my food bill.”

   “Well… if you girls are okay with it,” Azumi began, fidgeting with her fingers as she tried to work up the courage, “then I’ll try it too.”

   “Excellent! Then let’s move on to the first part of your training.”

   With a clap of his hands, Daisuke summoned a few of the chefs to enter the room with three platters. Once the trays were placed in front of the girls, the tops were removed to reveal exquisite looking cakes. Azumi’s eyes gleamed as she looked over the raspberry cheesecake; having to catch herself from drooling as she remembered that she had to skip breakfast that morning. Her trance was broken as she was handed a fork.

   “Better eat up,” Daisuke said, leaning back in his seat. “Make sure you don’t leave a single crumb behind.”

   “Are you serious?” Inori asked, poking at the massive hunk of chocolate and icing before her. “There’s no way I can even eat half of this. Not if I want to keep my figure.”

   In the wake of her coworkers’ doubts, Yuuki took the initiative to help herself to a mouthful of her strawberry shortcake. “Mmm, this is delicious,” she said before taking another bite. “Come on guys, it’s all part of our training. It’s really tasty. Trust me.”

   Again, Inori let out a sigh. “I suppose,” she said, beginning to very calmly carve out a piece of the cake to pop into her mouth.

   Azumi’s gaze swapped between her coworkers eating and her own, intimidating baked good. Looking towards Daisuke didn’t help matters as he seemed to be intently watching their first binge session. Reminded of why she was doing this by a rumble from her stomach, she took a deep breath and dug her fork into her cake.