[SoylentOrange]

"Working Girl"

Chapter Two: Night Shift

"Here," Sheila said, offering Maddi a steaming mug.
Maddi looked up at her friend and took the mug of coffee, holding it to her chest without drinking. Maddi was in a daze, the events of the past few minutes still not fully penetrating her brain.
Maddi looked again at her friend, trying to reconcile the two versions of her. One was the Sheila that Maddi knew from university, a slight, pretty girl who would regularly lose herself in thought. The other was the Sheila standing in front of her, sporting the largest pair of breasts Maddi had ever seen. No, that seemed inadequate, somehow- they were larger than the largest pair of breasts Maddi had ever, *could* ever have even *conceived* of. Large, full, and round, like a pair of large beach balls stuffed inside a tank-top, full and spherical despite hanging nearly to her knees, each impossible orb twice as wide as Sheila was, their girth probably as long across as Sheila was tall. They dominated Sheila's front to such an absurd degree she'd had to stand nearly facing completely away from Maddi in order to hand her the coffee mug, revealing a plush yet pert bottom which, while large by normal standards, was entirely dwarfed by the unfathomably large bosom it hid behind. If the absurdly-proportioned woman hadn't had the same naturally pretty face That Maddi had come to know in her two years at university so far Maddi wouldn't have recognised her at all.

Not that Maddi was herself any less absurdly-proportioned at the moment. Even though she could feel her bottom on the carpeted floor, her posterior was so enormous that as she sat on it- she could hardly consider the mass of flesh a part of her- she was nearly eye-level with Sheila's shoulder. Her legs, still normal up until her thighs, bent at the knee, feet resting on the ground as though she were sitting on a couch. It was fortuitous that she had a firm footing, too, given that her breasts weaighed heavily upon her legs. Too big to even reach her arms around, the beachball-sized orbs were only constrained by a chef's apron Sheila had nicked on the way to the employee lounge they had retired to after Maddi had made such a scene. Ironically, they looked positively moderate compared to Sheila's nearly immesurable bosom, but they remained far, far beyond what Maddi would consider manageable just the same.

Maddi and Sheila's stunned silence was broken when the double doors of the lounge burst open, the gravid form of the huge waitress who'd brought out the cupcake all but filling the doorway. In spite of her ridiculously sexualized appearance, the waitress somehow exuded an air of authority, a stern expression settling immediately on Maddi.
"Trixie-" Sheila started, turning to the waitress.
"Zip it, Sheila," The waitress said, barging up to Maddi until she could barely see Trixier's face over the expanse of her bosom. "You- what's the big idea?"
"I- I'm sorry," Maddi countered, gripping her mug tightly, "I don't really know..."
"Charging through the restaurant, breaking dishes, spilling food, bowling over my girls..." Trixie huffed, even that slight motion sending a ripple through her moutainous curves. "And your three little friends slipped out on the bill to boot! What kind of racket are-"
"They WHAT?!" Maddi said, standing upright suddenly, the action mashing her newfound bulk against Sheila's accidentally. The two recoiled off of each other, Maddi dropping back down onto her prodigious posterior while Sheila windmilled her arms, taking a few steps back to right herself.
"Trixie," Sheila started before anyone could respond to Maddi's outburst, "She was tricked! I'd swear on a stack of bibles, Maddi was shanghaied!"
"'Maddi'?" Trixie said, shooting Sheila a look. "You know this girl?"
"She's my roommate," Sheila said, twiddling her thumbs nervously, her hands having to rest nearly up against her throat for all the space her bosom left available.
"Well then, maybe you can shed some light on why boobzilla took a rampage through the dining room, then." Trixie said.
"She-" Sheila started, looking over at her friend. "I'm sure she just got spooked, is all, Trix. She's never been here before in her life."
"How do you know that?" Trixie asked.
"She's my roomie, Trix," Sheila said, putting her hands on her hips and offering an awkward smile. "And I work here. Believe me, I'd know if she came."
"That a fact?" Trixie asked, turning back to Maddi. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Maddi took a nervous sip of her coffee, swallowing hard and closing her eyes. She rose slowly, steadying herself, finding her new center of gravity with her expanded form. She squared her shoulders and looked right at Trixie.
"Madam, I do apologize for what has transpired here tonight. I was not aware of the... *unique* effects of your cuisine, and I... panicked when it became obvious my current garments were inadequate to the task." Maddi took another breath. "As for the other diners with me, I can only say that they are the barest of acquaintances and sots of the meanest sort. Much as I might resent it, I will gladly consent to pay for any damages-"
"Ohhhh no," Trixie cut in. "You're *working* that tab off, honey."
"E-Excuse me?" Maddi asked. She hadn't been keen on paying off the restaurant and tipping her hand in front of Sheila, but it was certainly a more appealing option than trying to fit a job in-between her studies.
"You're working off that debt," Trixie re-iterated.
"But I don't-" Maddi started.
"Look, honey," Trixie siad, stepping up to Maddi until their bosoms pressed together, "There's two ways you're leaving my restaurant tonight: Either in a Juggalos uniform or in cuffs." Trixie folded her petite arms in front of her, barely putting a crease in the vast expanse of flesh in front of her. "You owe us for damages and those are your options."
"Can she work my shift?" Sheila piped up, stepping forward and inadvertantly adding her own ridiculous measurements to the billowy mash-up. Maddi felt her cheeks flush at the sensation of so much touching her breasts, seperated only by the rough fabric of the apron.
"Say what?" Maddi said, apparently derailed by such a left-field question.
"She's my roomie, Trixie," Sheila pleaded. "That way we can come together, work together, and leave together." Sheila bounced up and down on her heels, sending tremorspassing from her to Trixie to Maddi and back again in a way that nearly made Maddi light-headed. "Pleeease, Trix, you know what a heap my car is, don't make me have to share it..."
Trixie looked from Sheila to Maddi, her brow still furrowed. Maddi saw her fox-ears twitch once, not having any idea how to read the alien body language.
"So then you're agreeing to it?" Trixie asked Maddi.
"I... don't see what choice I have in the matter," Maddi replied.

Trixie backed away finally, relieving the pressure against Maddi's chest. "All right, fine," She said, her tone and demeanor switching gears, less threatening but just as authoritative. "The dining room closes in an hour and a half. Sheila, get your friend there in a uniform, then get back to the bar. Soon's as the door closes, we're training the newbie for waitressing." So saying, Trixie turned back to the doors.
"I-What?" Maddi stammered, taking a step.
Trixie somehow swung her enormous bulk back around to face Maddi. "What, what?" She retorted, her arms disappearing behind her bosom in a gesutre Maddi assumed was her putting her hands on her hips. "You had a full plate of Primo and a Birthday Blow-Up cupcake. You won't be able to fit into a van for at least eight hours, much less Sheila's little compact."
"Eight hours?" Maddi began to protest as Trixie left, before an even more chilling thought occurred to her; bother 'eight hours', what if it had somehow been *permanent*?!
"It's okay," Sheila said as she came up next to Maddi, or at least as "Next to" as their respective fleshy bits would allow. "I'll help you. Might be a lousy morning tomorrow, but at least for tonight I've got your back."
"I don't see how," Maddi said with a bitter smile. "You'd need a flatbed lorry."
Sheila smiled and toucher her friend's shoulder before making for the door, returning soon with a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"Okay, take off that apron," Sheila said. "You look like a size three, these should fit."
"A size three?" Maddi asked, scoffing. "Even before I came here I wasn't a size three, Sheila."
"No no, a Juggalos size three," Her friend said, laughing. "The uniforms are sized to how big you are, top and bottom. I'm a five-one," She said, pulling her shoulders back to accentuate her enormous bust. "You look about a three-three."
Maddi had about finished unfastening the knot she'd tied behind her back to keep the apron on, but a twinge of embarrassment halted her. She and Sheila had been required to share a loo for the past two years, true, but at her current size things were rather a bit different. They had seen each other naked before, just.. never so *much*.
"Would... Would you mind terribly turning around?" Maddi asked as she held the strings of the apron.
Sheila just chuckled. "What, you think you can throw these on by yourself? How you gonna pull the shirt down when you can't even reach around your boobs?" Sheila turned to the side, scooting close enough to Maddi that she could grab the apron and tug it away from her. "The team motto for the waitresses here is 'Everything's better together', so let's start working together here." Maddi relented, letting go of the side-strings and flipping the loop over her head so Sheila could take the apron fully away. "And take off what's left of your uniform, you'll just muck it up wearing it like this."
Maddi shrugged the remains of her blazer and shirt off her shoulders; aside from the buttons being rent violently from them, they appeared to be salvageable. Her skirt and knickers were a lost cause, however- one would need a scuba mask and a flashlight to find them wedged between the two meaty pontoons of her behind, she'd just wear the shorts over them.
Sheila tossed Maddi the shirt, the garment unfurling in the air and landing over Maddi's head like a blanket. It was so oddly-shaped that it took Maddi a moment to figure which end was up; she had to find the sleeves in the great loop of cloth in order to know where she fit inside it. She pulled her arms through, the frilly cuffs causing her to grimmace at their tackiness, before realizing the thruth of Sheila's earlier assertion: the rest of the garment pooled on the shelf of her breasts, far beyond her ability to reach around her bosom.
"See?" Sheila said, leaning forward so she could reach past her own enormous breasts. "You'd need to be stretch armstrong to dress yourself in this place." She grabbed the Hem of Maddi's shirt and stretched it down over the crest of her boobs, the elastic snugging to the underside of her cups.
"I don't see why they couldn't," Maddi said as Sheila ducked down below the horizion of her breasts. "This is magic, is what it is. Sorcery."
Sheila shrugged as she got down on the ground, rolling forward onto her breasts so she could reach Maddi's feet. "'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,' and all that," She said as she arranged the shorts around Maddi's feet. "Up," She commanded, giving Maddi's right foot a pat.
"Arthur C. Clarke," Maddi said as she obliged, slipping her foot into the cavernous-feeling pants. "It boggles the mind, still."
"Next," Sheila barked, patting Maddi's other foot.
"I mean, if you *can* make something that can grow tissue like that, why not put it to a more... sociable use?" Maddi asked as she wormed her other foot through the garment. "Any respectable pharmaceutical company could retire in great wealth with such a formula, and the proprietors here- whoever they are- are sprinkling it in food for bawdry giggles!"
Sheila rolled back onto her feet, standing up and hefting her breasts free of the ground once more. "I dunno," She said as she maneuvered behind Maddi. "All I know is the stuff works and the owners go to pretty great lengths to keep it a secret. We get the stuff in a lockbox each day that only Trixie has a key to." She bent down, grabbing the back of Maddi's shorts, and lurched upright. "Here we go!"
"Ohh~!" Maddi yelped as the orange polyester/nylon shorts wedged uncomfortably up between her bum.
"Well why aren't you lifting from your end?" Sheila asked as she lowered her end a little. "You think I'm going to do this all myself?"
Maddi's face blushed as she grabbed for the waistband and pulled it up over her skirt, stuffing the blue plaid more or less flat as Sheila hefted the rear end over each of her mammoth cheeks.
"Grab it. Pull!" Sheila admonished as she stretched the ends towards Maddi as best she could, the fabric getting caught between her butt and Sheila's breasts. Maddi reached back and helped pull the elastic over the hump of her rump, the waistband cinching suprisingly comfotrably around her relatively small waist.
"Ho-kay," Sheila said, wiping her hands on her shorts. "Time to get back to the bar. I'll see you in a while, you just sit tight," she continued, heading for the doors. "Everything's gonna be okay!" She called out as the doors closed behind her.

Maddi just stood there for a few moments, the silence of the room permeating her. She let out her breath, hardly conscious she'd been holdig it in. Ever since she'd eaten that damnable cupcake she'd been operating on instinct, reflex, only able to react to the insanity happening around her. Maddi took a few tenative steps, feeling the swish of her shorts between her monstrous thighs. It was still hard for Maddi to reconcile the gigantic mounds of flesh protruding from her front and back as belonging to her, as *being* her. She put a hand to her forehad and bit her lip. She wasn't about to cry- Britons didn't cry, it wasn't proper- but she was having a night like one doesn't see very often, that was for sure. Roped into servitude in this degrading parlor of iniquity? The thought made her shiver. She took a few more steps, turning as she reached the edge of the room.
Sheila. Sheila was perhaps the largest shock of all. To see the small, unassuming girl with a pair of titanic tits that nearly reached her knees was like seeing Mother Teresa wearing a bikini- the juxtaposition was just beyond the realm of sense. She walked back to where she'd started and turned again. Maddi began pacing, keeping balance with her new, unusual center of gravity. She'd learned good posture and grace in primary school, and much as she'd resented it at the time it had become mabitual. Shoulders, squared, head straight, she found as she paced that even with the exaggerated motion of her hips and bum she was able to keep balance. It almost felt natural, the acres of new sensation from her expanded attributes notwithstanding. The shirt she'd been given displayed an embarrassing amount of cleavage, and the cool air of the lounge caused goosebumps to raise up on her flesh. She rubbed the skin with her hands, but that just caused an entirely different kind of shiver to run through her. Maddi's breasts had never had much mileage on them in terms of fondling, regular bathing excepted, and now at the size they were the amount of signals coming in from what was a considerably larger erogenous zone was perhaps a bit more than she could handle. She bit her lip and steeled herself. If she was going to work here, especially stuck like this, she'd need to be resolute.

Maddi turned as the doors banged open, a Waitress with a very stained uniform hurriedly walking into the room. "Hey, gimmie a hand with- oh, *you*," she said, hauling to a stop and glaring at Maddi.
"Me?" Maddi asked, confused.
Yeah, you," She said as she pulled the back of her shirt over her shoulders. "Birthday Girl." She got the garment over her head and tossed it forward, the rest of the shit peelig off her breasts and falling to the floor. "You're the one that ran me over in the dining room and made me mash an entire table's worth of food tits-first!" She continued, poking her arms through a new shirt. "I'll be lucky to get any tip at all!" She finished, suddenly snapping her fingers and beckoning to Maddi. "Come on, melp me with this!" She commanded, gesturing to the baggy pool of cloth on the shelf of her breasts. "Some of us have to punch out soon."
"I-I'm sorry..." Maddi said as she hurried over to the waitress, misjudging the distance and colliding bosom to bosom with her as she reached for the shirt.
"Hey, watch where you swing those things, sister!" The waiterss said as she recoiled away from Maddi. "Quit playin' around and grab the damn thing!"
Maddi bit her lip as she turned sidewats to the waitress, reaching over and grabbing the lumped-up garment with her hand, pulling it down towards the front of the waitress' bosom, roughly comparable to Maddi's own girth. She flushed as she felt her knuckles brushing along the other girl's bosom, having to bend down and reach over her own bosom with her other arm to get the other end of the shirt. She bent low, flushing even further as her head came within inches of the woman's cleavage, the low-cut shirt finally sliding below the enormous spheres looming over her.
"Finally," The waitress said, fidgeting the collar a bit before rushing back out the door, not even bothering with the handles but merely shoving it open with a thrust of her breasts.

Maddi once again found herself alone, if a bit more upset than she'd just been. It seemed she hadn't made a polite impression on anyone in the restaurant at all. She gritted her teeth as she began pacing again. Stupid. She'd acted stupid, like a child, running unbidden through the restaurant. But what was she to have done? She'd panicked, true, but no ettiquete class in the world covered the appropriate response to one's bosom swelling to such a degree it burst free of its garments!
Maddi looked to the couch set against the wall, her clothes set in a pile on it. Maddi walked over to the couch and bent over, trying to pick her clothes up. Unfortunately, she once again misjudged the space her enormous bosom took up and she managed to bury her clothes under her breasts, the garment completely vanishing underneather her cleavage. Maddi sighed, straightened up, and tried again, backing up a step so she only had to reach over her breasts instead of past them. Finally able to retrieve her clothes, Maddi set to work folding them properly. She seperated the shirt and the blazer, pinching the blazer under her chin until she realized there was nowhere for the garment to fall to- the blazer was all but perfectly nestled in the divot het two breasts and the terminus of her cleavage made in her chest. Sighing, she held her shirt as far up and to the side as she could manage, trying to let it fall straight and flat as best she could without interference from her bustline. She folded the sleeves under and pulled the collar as taut as she could given that the shirt couldn't be buttoned, then brought the shirt to her collarbones. Maddi sighed as the shirt rumpled into a pile; She'd always been... "little" enough to flatten her laundry against her chest. Now, with the ponderous protrusions in front of her all the motion did was crumple the shirt into a wad. Maddi tried again, this time pressing the shirt against the side of her breast, finding it a signifigant enough expanse for the task. She carefully dropped the folded shirt on the couch, and turned her attention to the blazer, repeating the procedure and placing it on top of the shirt. Maddi dusted her hands off each other and sighed again. She was more or less stuck here in this little room until the restaurant closed, and there wasn't so much as a menu to read. She paced, still getting used to the jolts and shakes of her flesh with every step. She felt freakish, but it was at least temporary- Eight hours, that 'Trixie' woman had said. Well, probably seven and a half now. Seven and a quarter, maybe? Maddi shook her head. Not enough to make a difference.

The time passed fitfully. Eventually, even pacing wasn't enough to distract her, and Maddi simply sat down in the corner, leaning her head back into the corner and closing her eyes, breasts just resting on her knees. She'd thought of her earlier spring holiday proclimation, and had to laugh a bit at the latest revision.
"Anywhere but home and there and now *here*," she said, rolling her head from side to side. "By *God*, isn't there anywhere I can go in peace?"

* * *

"Okay!" Trixie said as she burst into the room, startling Maddi. "Doors're locked, let's get moving!"
Maddi stood wobbily, shaking the cobwebs out of her head. Was it really time already?
"Hmm..." Trixie said, looking Maddi up and down. "No hat, no shoes... That girl!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up and turning back to the doors. She'd barely made it half a step away before she turned back to Maddi. "Well, good enough. Come on, let's get you to the banquet room, it wasn't used tonight and you won't get in way of the cleaners." She marched through the doors, stopping in a half-turn with her gargantuan behind propping one of the doors open. "Well?" She barked, looking at Maddi. "Come on!"
Maddi started, jogging quickly after Trixie, only her prodigious bust keeping the door from shutting on her nose. Trixie led her down a small hallway, (Seemingly much smaller than it really was with Trixie trying to march her pulchruitude through it) and through another set of double-doors that put them into the back corner of a formal dining room, not at all the loud, tacky decor of the main restaurant. Just as Maddi was noticing none of the places were set, the doors opened behind her and Maddi turned to see Sheila with two great armfuls of plates heaped upon her chest.
"Got the dishes, Trix!" Sheila said, leaning down and gently transferring her load onto the nearest table. Sheila tarried only long enough to smile at Maddi before disappearing through the door again.
"Okay!" Trixie said as she turned to Maddi, twirling a bar towel around one hand. "Rule number one of Juggalos waitressing: You *do not* touch any dishes with your hands except when taking them from the kitchen and delivering them to the cusyomers. So let's see you load some plates on there."
"On... where?" Maddi ventured.
"On *there*!" Trixie countered, whipping the towel forward and delivering a quick smack to Maddi's bottom. Maddi jumped forward with a yelp, reaching back to rub the stung spot. "Plates on the ass, drinks in the boobs. Silverware and stuff goes in the shorts, but that's no biggie. Plates *can* go on the boobs, but only if you're a size 4 and up, so you're all on the backside."
"Uhm..." Maddi started as she picked up a plate, passing it to her other hand and picking up another. "Could you perhaps- oh!"
The plates rattled as Maddi turned too close to the table, her huge backside slamming into it. Maddi quickly turned back, trying to steady the plates with her nearest hand.
"Snrk-hee-hee-hee!" Trixie laughed, shaking her head. "Looks like we gotta start at square one here," She laughed. "You're not a little cylinder anymore, you gotta just keep your mind one where you are- *all* of you." She tilted her head and looked at Maddi, who tried to stand straight as she could, feeling like a beefeater at inspection. "Okay, you know what, put the plates back and just take a lap," She said, waving a finger in the general direction of the tables.
"A lap?" Maddi repeated.
"A lap. Slalom that big butt of yours between all the tables around the edge of the room. Chop chop!"
Maddi quickly put the plates back and started on her tour, winding her way around the tables, trying to keep her swaying backside more or less in check.
"I said *between* the tables, not around them!" Trixie called out. "Let's see you squeeze through those gaps!"
Maddi Attempted to turn between two of the round banquet tables, but she caught one of the chairs on her hip, the back of it snagging in her shorts and toppling over as her hip swung forward with the rest of her.
"Oh!" Maddi said, stopping and turning to right the chair, gasping again when her turning caught two more chairs and dislodged them from their place at the opposite table.
"Just keep going!" Trixie yelled. "You keep 'fixing' things this restraunt will be on fire by the time you're done!"
Maddi straightened, flushing again as she continued her tour. She tried her best to avoid the chairs, but it was like trying to maneouver an aircraft carrier up the Thames, especially given the way everything shook and swayed and slid around with every step.

"Okay, good enough," Trixie said, arms folded over, or rather above her chest. "You walk pretty well for a newbie."
"Well, than-"
"So get over there and get those plates!" She continued, pointing back to the stack. "You're about a size 3 now, so I'd say five plates should fit. Hop to!"
Maddi hurried over to the original table and grabbed one of the plates, twisting around as best she could to see behind her, but she hesitated thinking about the actual act of really carrying plates around on her bum. Maddi jumped as the snap of Trixie's towel left another stinging spot on her cheek, Trixie evidently not interested in Maddi's quandry.
"Plates! Ass! Let's go!" She said, winding the towel in preparation for another strike. Maddi quickly placed the first couple plates on, shivering as the temperature of the cold ceramic plates bled through her nylon shorts. Goosebumps rose up under her shorts as she tried to find space enough for five of the large serving plates, especially when she began having to shuffle them around in order to make room enough for five of them. Between the lack of visibility and awkward angle, Maddi wound up having to resort mainly on her sense of touch, feeling and groping around on her backside like a drunchen chav just to get the plates to fit. She wound up having to balance two plates on each butt cheek, the fifth and final straddling the canyon of her rear cleavage like the Colossus of Rhodes.
"Good enough," Trixie said, watching as Maddi finally got the plates balanced. "Now take them to that table down there," she continued, pointing to one of the tables at the far end of the room. Maddi took her first tenative steps, the quivering of her backside now feeling all the more severe for the way it jostled her plates around, the rims clinking and clacking against each other. Maddi stiffened as she felt the fifth plate starting to slide off her backside, twisting around and trying to grab at it with her hands, but all the motion did was throw it off all the faster, the blate clattering to the floor (though thankfully not breaking.)
"Forget it!" Trixie called out, apparently in anticipation Maddi's question. "Just go back and get another one!"
Maddi turned and clanked her way back to the first table, getting a replacement plate and fitting it over her rear cleavage once again. On her second attempt, Maddi made it farther, but dropped another plate when she took a turn too fast, both plates on her left side and the fifth plate all sliding off when the angle of her hip turned too extreme. Luckily Maddi was able to catch two of them and keep them from hitting the floor, but one of them slipped past, thanfully also remaining intact upon hitting the ground.
"Again!" Trixie called out. "And put those two back before coming over here! Like I said, waitresses don't touch anything with their hnds unless they're in the kitchen or at the customer's table!" Maddi arranged the plates back on her bum again, hurrying as best she could back to the original table.
Maddi's third attempt fared no better, one of the plates basically vibrating off her thigh, the continual jostling enough to send it tumbling to the ground. This one actually *bib* break, the high pitched cracks ringing through the mostly-empty banquet room.
"Oooh!" Maddi exclaimed.
"Don't worry about it," Trixie said.
"Really?" Maddi asked, the first good news she'd heard all night.
""Sure," Trixie shrugged. "I mean, all the other dishes you broke tonight, what's one more on your tab?"
Maddi's heart sank as she sighed and trudged back to the starting point again.

After many more attempts (and three more broken dishes), Maddi was finally able to carry the five plates from one end of the banquet hall to the other, "serving" the plates to the empty table.
"Good," Trixie finally said. "Now bring 'em back!"
Maddi sighed and placed the plates back on her posterior, walking them slowly back to Trixie. There was a bit of work infolved in it, certain muscles that needed to be tensed or relaxed during certain parts of each step to keep the surface taut and level. It was a degree of muscular control she'd never even been aware a bum could *have* before tonight, but there you go apparently. And when she wasn't trying to fine-tune the specific tension of her buttocks, Maddi found hgerself taking mental "snapshots" of the floor; given that her massive breasts precluded seeing just about anything near her feet, she had to remember where the dropped and/or broken plates were so she could avoid stepping on them by looking ahead and then judging the time and distance it would take to reach them once they disappeared behind the horizon of her bosom. Thankfully, this was one area where Maddi's natural inclination to photography helped- she could "Snap" a path and then traverse it by memory, deftly avoiding the fallen plated almost unerringly.
When she finally made it back to Trixie, she was surprised to find Sheila there, hidden from view earlier by Trixie's enormous girth.
"She's doing good!" Sheila chirped, smiling up at Trixie. Maddi noticed Sheila seemed to be wearing some sort of large green scarf or shawl or the like over her uniform.
"She's doing *better*," Trixie said, a hand wrapped around each end of her bar towel as she slid it back and forth behind her neck. "We'll see if she's *good* by the end of the night."
"Well, we're pretty much the only ones left in the building now," Sheila offered, "So you can work your dark rituals without any witnesses."
"Yeah, yeah," Trixie said, swinging her towel around and softly bopping Sheils on the head with it. "Okay, cupcake, now we try the hard version," She said, pointing to the table with all the plates. Maddi looked at the table and groaned, noticing that now along with the stacks of plates, the table now sported an assortment of heavy bags of things like flour, sugar, and coffee beans.
"One on each plate," Trixie commanded, as Maddi began to lift the bags from the table to the plates on her butt.
If transporting empty plates was a chore, transporting the full ones was a sisyphean task. If a loaded plate fell even slightly off-center or wobbles just slightly out of alignment, the "ffod", the plate, or both would come sliding off her like she'd been greased. The trials were slightly more bearable with Sheila there to encourage her along and help pick up her dropped dishes and sacks, at least. As Maddi walked back for yet another new plate, she paused, watching Sheila bend over to pick up the bag of coffee beans Maddi had dropped. Sheila's top was positively baggy, the elastic bunching up around her breasts, which were barely reaching tnhe loor even bent over as she was. A quick rap with Trixie's towel set Maddi back on task again, and by the time she'd finally navigated her way to the far table withou spilling any "Food" Sheila looked positively normal. The green "scarf" was apparently her shirt, which she stretched over her recently-manageable bosom as she shrugged out of the baggy Juggalos top and into her real clothes.
"Good enough, Cupcake," Trixie called out, moving towards the center of the ballroom. "Bring 'em back."
Maddi dutifully began the return trip, carefully stacking the plates on her butt before winding her way back across the banquet room. As she navigated around Trixie- given her size it was little different than circumventing one of the tables- she once more felt a sharp rap against her butt, causing her to jump and grab at the plates and sacks to make sure they didn't spill, an endeavour she was only somewhat successful at.
"Now what the bloody hell was that one for?" Maddi whined as she turned to face Trixie.
Trixie merely winked at Maddi. "You waitress in this restaurant, you gotta expect the occasional pinch or spank or copped feel, and you can't let it break your stride."
"You could certainly have given me some sort of notice..." MAddi groused as she re-set what plates she'd been able to save.
"Why not?" Trixie shrugged. "They wouldn't."
Maddi just sighed and set back to work.

* * *

After what felt like an interminable repetition of back and forth and back and forth across the banquet room, Maddi began to feel her uniform starting to sag off of her.
"Finally," Trixie said as she pulled on her own top, demonstrating the slack as her mountainous mammaries began their own descent through the alphabet. "Sheila, do you have clothes for her or something?"
"I borrowed a Juggalos shirt from the gift stoe, if that's all right," Sheila responded.
Trixie nodded. "Sure, sure..." She yawned and stretched, going up on her tip-toes and giving her entire gigantic form a shake. "All right, Cupcake, that should do it for tonight. Don't worry about the mess, I'll have the openers clean it up. Saturday morning's dead anyways." She headed for the door. "Toodles, Sheila."
"Bye Trix!" Sheila called after her.
Maddi was so exhausted it was all she could do just to remain upright as her enormous attributes slowly shrunk back down to their original size.
"Come on, let's get this stuff off you," Sheila said, worming Maddi out of her top and handing her the Juggalos T-shirt. Maddi took the opportunity to fix her skirt and knickers, finally able to serve as something other than a glorified G-string on her reduced posterior.
"Hey," Sheila said as she stood up from gathering Maddi's uniform and giving her friend's shoulder a shake. "You okay?"
"Quite a long night, is all," Maddi said, heavy-lidded.
"You can sleep in the car on the way home," Sheila offered. "I got your purse and everything from when you ran through the dining room, so we can just head out the back now."
Maddi simply nodded, all her concentration devoted just to staying awake long enough to get back to her flat and back to sleep.
Sheila practically limped her friend out through the darkened restaurant and to her car, the pre-dawn chill being only weakly combated by her car's ancient heater. "You can go ahead and lay the seat back," Sheila offered. "There's nothing back there or anything."
Maddi murmured her thanks and fumbled on the side of the seat for the lever, lowering the passenger seat as horizontal as it would go.
As Sheila drove back to the university, she wondered what Maddi could have been thinking. Well, right now she was probably too tired to form a coherent thought, but she was sure Maddi would have lots of questions after she woke up. Sheila had had all sorts of questions after her first day, too: Everything was so strange and new, frightening almost in how amazing it all was.

"Come on, just a little further," Sheila whispered as they approached their dorm room, "just a few more steps and you'll be in a nice, warm bed..." Sheila put her key in the latch and turned it, shoving the door open with her hip. She lurched Maddi to her side of the room, gently laying her friend down in her bed. "Well, pretty neat you and I wound up co-workers," She said as she stripped and crawled into her own bed. "Though I guess now you know why I never talked about the place. It's kind of odd."
"Odd?" Maddi muttered as she wound herself into her bed-covers, not even bothering to disrobe. "Sheila, Juggalos is 'odd' like the sea itself is 'damp'," she said, pulling a pillow to her head and falling immediately asleep.