Lauren - Regular Customer

"Dessert, Lauren?" offered Randy the waiter hopefully, sliding the menu onto the table.

"What should I try this time?" said Lauren as she surveyed the menu.

She'd been coming to Fat Al's in Gingerbreadland City every other day or so for a week now, and Randy always made sure to serve her. When she had first appeared he had been stunned by her beauty--wavy light-brown locks, olive skin--and of course her bodacious figure--then, 180-190 lbs, 6' tall, with massive J-cup rack and a huge fat booty.

Randy made sure to keep that amazing hourglass growing, recommending the greasy, fried, gravy-drenched dishes Fat Al's was known for. Then of course dessert, always encouraging she go for the up-size "it's only an extra five dollars!" or the extra sides of chocolate chips, cream, fudge... Sometimes he'd even throw in a free upsize, or a few sides for free. And when she came in on especially slow days with no other customers, sometimes he'd serve an entire Sundae Surprise on the house.

The menu was large, and there was so much left to try! Now, as Randy watched her survey the menu she had become increasingly familiar with, he allowed himself to drink in the fruits of his labor.

Lauren's already substantial hourglass had filled out even more. Here breasts had ballooned to K-cups, each one bigger than Randy's head as they heaved out of her huge (yet now inadequate) bra cups, which valiantly kept those behemoths strapped down and somewhat under control. Those monstrous boobs stretched the neckline of her crop top wide open, consuming fabric as the crop top left more of her chubby upper belly exposed. That tummy muffin-topped over the waistband of her high-waisted shorts, which did a good job of covering her plumpening lower belly though he could clearly see the outline of where it pooched onto her thick thighs, and where her love handles met with her vast hips. And those hips. They filled up the seat easily, her now even fatter ass beginning to push against the chair's arms and over the sides, slowly consuming it with each passing week.

Standing above her, he privately wondered if she was having a harder and harder time seeing the menu, as her boobs stuck out further in front of her? True enough, she had to slide the menu a bit further from the table's edge to read all the items, nowadays, as she was met with a view of her own massive tits.

He watched her browse the menu, turning the pages delicately, but even that action causing her arm to push against the side of her giant bosom, making her bulging cleavage jiggle. He knew what she was doing...

"I'm a bit low on cash today, but there's so much I want to try..." she pouted, before smiling up at him and pushing her colossal rack together, her cleavage heaving out even more.

"Well, I could offer you a few of our newest items to sample, on the house..." he began, falling willingly into her trap. "Just make sure to tag us on Instagram, alright?"

"You're the best, Randy!" she beamed, clapping her hands and making all that boobage quake.

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Thought I'd do a post of Lauren, one of my OC's, in her earlier days in Gingerbreadland--the fictional country I came up with where food is plentiful and the people love curvy girls. Because of this, Lauren eventually becomes something of a local celebrity in the country.

You can find more of her (and more Gingerbreadland stories) on my Deviantart.