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Okay, Hmmm! gave the go-ahead, so here's the first chapter of "Working Girl"!
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Chapter One: Just Desserts

Maddison Ellison wasn't homesick.

Homesick was something you got when you wanted to go home. And the last place Maddison wanted to *go* was home, back to some dreary manor where her every day was dictated and planned out by her all-too-socially-conscious father. There was usually only a scant few hours where he didn't have to be somewhere or do something, always with his perfect family exuding the perfect image so he could maintain whatever bothersome semblance of whatever trifling nobility his father had passed down to him. "The Ellison line has lasted for three centuries, I should do my part to ensure it lasts three more!" he would say.

That was why Maddison had been such a disappointment, not being the Eldest Son her father would have preferred, but a daughter, hardly able to carry his rank further. It was even right there in her name- "Maddi*son* Elli*son*. Father had wanted a son so bad it hurt. At least they managed it quite well enough on their second try with her brother Giles, who had inherited all his father's stuffishness. It wore on Maddi (as she preferred to be called) so much that when it came time to select a university (A rare bit of freedom helped in no small part by the insistence of her mother) Maddi's thoughts had been quite adequately summed up by "Anywhere but here."

Now, as a photography major in a small yet selective univeristy ("Wouldn't be proper to have you going to a *public* university!" Her father had sniffed) Maddi wanted out of here as well. So no, Maddi wasn't homesick- she wanted to leave, but going home would be no better. It appeared her thoughts had been reduced down to the only slightly less simplistic "Anywhere but here and there."

It wasn't that she was dooing poorly in america; besides the driving changes and culinary differences she didn't find it that hard to adjust. And it wasn't as if her studies weren't going well, either; Maddi was told by several professors so far that she had a keen eye for framing a scene just so, and the other classes she was requird to take- art history and the like- weren't anything much of a chore. And neither was she financially troubled; in point of fact, the monthy stipends she received from her parents were so ridiculously beyond adequate it was all she could do not to burn them in disgust. Those she didn't need she simply tore up and threw away. She kept enough to be safe, but only just. Maddi recognised it was crazy, but seeing her tiny balance in the bank made her feel more normal and free, even if somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she had umpteen thousands of pounds waiting for her should she but make a single phonecall home. Part of the reason was her Roommate, Sheila Miles; Having come from a small town on an even smaller budget, she had put herself fairly heavily into debt to attend, but her dream of being a filmmaker burned so firecely in the girl she'd have crawled through broken glass to get here. That was why Maddi kept her finances a secret- poor Sheila woked herself ragged to stay on top of rent and her classes at the same time, and her knowing that Maddi was well-to-do would likely make the both of them miserable.

Maddie quite liked Sheila, in point of fact. For someone who dreamed of making images, Sheila seemed very unconcerned with her own- she dressed plainly (Not that there were many occasions otherwise what with the school's required uniforms) and rarely wore make-up, having the natural, un-showy beauty that Maddi had noticed countless other girls cover with layers upon layers of the stuff. Sheila more than anyone else had dispelled Maddi's stereotype of americans of all flash and glam and no substance. Sheila would look the same if she was going to see her little sister or the Wueen mum, she was not impressed by nor sought to impress other people. Sheila was Sheila, and Maddi was impressed by that streak of consistency. Sheila worked hard, both at school and at her job, though that's about all Maddi could say about her roommate's job, as she never spoke of it except to occasionally complain about her feet.

On second thought, Maddie mused, maybe spending spring break on campus wouldn't be so bad. Sheila couldn't afford a plane ticket home for just a week, so maybe they could make the best of it here in the dormitory.

"So what is it today?" Sheila asked Maddi as the pair walked down the winding asphalt road to the main campus.
"Art history again," Maddie said. "Midterm reviews. It's just cruel to give midterms right after holiday, I tell you."
"Better than me," Sheila said, patting a stuffed manilla envelope under her arm. "We get to turn our black-and-white reels in today and bite our nails for a week until the prof tells us what he thought of them! It'll be running through my mind all night at work, I just know it."
"Rather just get the whole lot of it done and over with, that's what I-" Maddi stopped, noticing that Sheila was no longer walking beside her. Maddi turned around and saw her friend standing, looking off into the trees that lined the walkway. Maddi grimmaced humorously as she walked back to Sheila, slowly so as to not disrupt her focus. Sheila's eye for composition was part of what had earned her acceptance into the university; she could almost sense instincitvely something particularly eye-catching and just freeze, examining it and locking the thoughts away in her mental vault of compelling images. Maddi waited patiently for a minute, allowing Sheila to compose her thoughts, before checking the clock on her cell phone and clearing her throat.
"Oh!" Sheila said, snapping out of her daze. "I'm sorry, I just-"
"Yes, yes, quite all right," Maddi interrupted. "Had another one of your moments, did you? All well and good until it makes us late to class."
"Aw, Maddie," Sheila said, grinning. "You know you don't have to wait for me when I zone out."
"And what kind of mate would I be then, eh?" Maddi replied. "Leave you out here to die of exposure while you're swapping out lenses and film in your crown?"
"Oh, sure," Sheila shrugged, falling back in step with Maddi. "Exposure, here in the *harsh* and *unforgiving* New England spring. Why, I might even get rained on!" She mock-gasped.
"Ehhh, off with ya now," Maddi said, giving her friend a push as they reached the splitting-off point that would take the two their sperate ways.


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"Maddie!"
"Eh what?" Maddi said, turning on her heel as she made her way out of her lecture hall. Coming up behind her were four girls from her class, and Maddi had to stifle a sigh. It was the backup dancers. Maddi referred to them as "the backup dancers" because they looked like what you would see behind some pop starlet or other to make them look good: One blonde, one brunette, and one raven-haired woman, all passably attractive if little else. Terry, The tall blonde, got in due to her father being a magazine editor who thought it would be fun to have a family member on staff. Terry barely kept her grades up enough to continue spending her father's checks. Susan, the brown-haired one, was the daughter of one of the professors, so she got pretty much a free ride. On one group project Maddi was forced into with Susan the bint hardly did any work and still got as good a grade as Maddi, who had pulled her weight *and* Susan's for bugger-all. Lan, the black-haired Chinese girl, wasn't as outright worthless as the other two, but Maddi's ire towards her came from an altogether equally repugnant attitude. Lan was one of those "Power Students" who had to do everything just perfect and be at the top of every game she played. This included social gangs; when Lan realized her stellar academic performance was for naught in the face of nepotism and bribery, she all but submitted a resume' to join their clique, slavishly aping their every whim and desire like some sort of twisted puppet. It wasn't that Maddi was antagonistic against them- she'd hardly allowed herself the length of contact to come to truly despise them- but nonetheless spending an afternoon with them was about as appealing as unanesthetized dentistry.

"Ginger!" Susan called out, a nickname Maddi hated. Susan didn't get a nickname just because of the color of her hair, did she?
"Maddie, come with us- we're celebrating my birthday tonight!" Terry exclaimed. "C'mon, girls night out, what do you say?"
"Yeah, c'mon Maddie," Lan echoed. It was all Maddi could do not to roll her eyes.
"Oh, well, I'm terribly sorry, really, but I really don't have the money for a fancy dinner, and I'd hate for you lot to feel awkward eating without me..." Maddi started, rolling out the polite rejection lines she'd learned living in London for 18 years. No one could tell you to piss off and have you like it quite like an Englishwoman.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Terry said, "money's no problem! It's my birthday, I can just use my dad's credit card!"
Maddi grimmaced internally. Of all the times for Terry to start playing fast and loose with her money. "Well..."
"Come onnnnn," Susan said, grabbing Maddi's hand and playfully pulling her off to the parking lot. "It's spring break, what else you gotta do?"
Between the fact that Sheila was going to be at work and she really did have nowhere better to go, Maddi finally relented and followed the girls to Terry's enormous sport utility vehicle, something no one in their proper mind would ever drive back home.

Maddi passed most of the car ride in silence, allowing the inane chatter of the other girls wash over her, in one ear and right out the other. When Madie attempted to pretend a bit of socialising and asked where it was Terry had in mind to eat, she said it was a surprise. The smirks on Terry, Lan, and Susan's faces made Maddi pause at just who in the car was going to be surprised by the choice of restaurant. Maddie spaced out for a bit, her elbow on the back seat's windowsil as she tuned out the other girls. They sure were going rather out of town. Not surprising, since the town around the university was rather sleepy in any case, but this was far even for them. Maddi didn't understand why they'd been in such a rush she couldn't even change out of her uniform, but now it was seeming to make a bit more sense. It was starting to get along to evening by the time Terry swung her car drastically into a parking lot, almost sending Maddie's head into the window as she was uncerimonoiusly thrown about the back seat. By the time she had gotten her bearings, Terry was turning the car off. Maddi opened the door and looked out, laughing in spite of herself.

The restaurant was called Juggalos, or so the giant, gaudy neon sign on the top of the restaurant said. As if to dispel any notions of civilisation, the double-g was exaggerated to look like a waitress' tits and bum.
"Are you serious?" Maddi asked as the other girls started walking towards the restaurant. "Are we really going in here?"
"What's the matter?" Terry asked. "Don't like american food?"
"Food?" Maddi retored, raising a brow. "It's got nothing to do with food! What is this, some kind of stag bar? Are you lot putting me on?"
Terry and the girls smiled again, a vageuly disingenious expressing that set Maddi's nerves on edge. Why did she agree to this again?
"It's really hot," Susan said as Lan opened the door for her and Terry. "I read about it on the internet."
"So what?" Maddi asked as she opened the other half of the double dor and went inside, "Is one of you playing both sides now? Converted to Lesbyterianism, have we?"
Terry laughted. "You'll see, this'll be great," she said as she came up to the host's podium. "Table for four, please, and it's my birthday today."
"Oh, wonderful!" The host said, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Can I see two forms of photo ID, please?"
Maddi arched a brow at the host as Terry dug into her purse. Two forms of identification? Seemed like a lot of fuss, most restaurants would just take your word for it.
"Driver's license, passport, and copy of my birth certificate," Terry said, handing them over to the host.
"Yes, this looks all in order..." the host said as he checked the IDs and typed a little into his computer. "Okay, we're all set. Happy birthday, Ms. Rivers, is there anywhere you'd like to sit in particular?"
"I'd like to sit way in the back," Terry said, grinning. "As far from the doors as possible."
The host cocked his head to the side a bit, but his smile never vanished. "Well, sure, we can arrange that. I'll get a server to show you to your table." He pressed a button on the podium. "She'll be right with you."
While they waited for their server, Maddi took a look around the restaurant foyer. There were t-shirts and hats bearing the restaurant's logo, the hats curiously topped with what looked like animal ears. It was certainly american, Maddi mused, looking at the kitsch and pop schlock adorning the walls. The four girls looked quite out of place, what with their blazers and plaid skirts and yellow button-up shirts. She worried for a second that one of the school's liasons would find her here- while not strictly against the rules, a dodgy place like this could nonetheless prompt a visit to the dean's office.

"Hi! Ready to be seated?"
Maddi turnned to see the server and her gob dropped open. The bird that had come around the corner looked like some sort of stripper, large breasts and a round bum stuffed into a too-small white tank top and orange shorts, the only other clothes besides being a pair of orange and white sneakers and one of those hats with the animal ears on top. As Terry and the others followed her, Maddi noticed another accoutrement to her server- a fake animal tail tacked to the back of her shorts.
When they rounded the corner into the restaurant proper, Maddi had to physically hold her jaw up to keep her mouth from hanging open in shock. If their server looked like a stripper, the other waitresses were cartoonish parodies of that, exaggerated beyond anything anyone would call sensible. Maddi saw a girl hustle by sporting a pair of breasts that reached to her navel, cleavage spilling out the tank top stretched across her bosom like plastic wrap. The shameless tart was even carrying drinks inside of it, tall glasses stuffed inside her cleavage like a row of fenceposts. Further on were even more ridiculous waitresses, with bums big enough to place multiple trays of food on! In fact, Maddi noticed as she followed the other girls through the restaurant, the waitresses hardly carried a thing in their hands- drinks, menus and the like were stuffed in their cleavage, while virtually all the actual dishes were carried on their bums! There were some trays hooked to their belts, while others had trays tied to their belts, hanging on their bums like mountain climbers scaling a big, round, orange mountain.

"Here we are!" The server said, gesturing to a small square table in the corner. Maddi and the girls took a seat, one each to a side, and the server said their waitress would be there soon before excusing herself.
"What the bloody, bloody hell are we doing here?!" Maddi hissed, leaning low over the table towards the other girls. Terry and the others just laughed in response.
"I told you this place would be great!" Terry laughed.
"I didn't believe it when the website said how *big* they were, but my God!" Susan said, turning her head to look at the waitresses.
"That... those... none of it is real is it? It can't be!" Maddi said, wondering for the umpteenth time just what on earth she'd gotten herself into.
"Of course it's not real!" Terry said, grinning. "Don't know how they do it- some sort of prosthetics, or somethin'. But isn't it awesome?"
"Excuse me, 'awesome'?" Maddi asked, incredulous. "They look like out-of-order blow-up dolls, for Christ's sake!"
"Oh come on," Susan said, "haven't you ever wondered what it'd be like to have bigger boobs?"
"One, that's not any of your business, and two, that isn't 'bigger'," Maddi said, glancing at a passing waitress who had a row of drinks stuffed in her cleavage, "that's just ridiculous! You couldn't see your own bloody feet without a mirror!"
This only set the other girls to laughing as their waitress came to their table, a stack of menus sticking out from between her breasts like a leather-bound mohawk.
"Good evening, welcome to Juggalos!" The girl said, smiling. "My name is Karen, and I'll be your waitress tonight. I hear we have a birthday tonight!"
"Guilty!" Andy said, giggling as she raised her hand.
"Well congratulations!" She said as she passed out the menus. When Maddi recoiled from her menu a bit, the waitress cocked her head. "Something the matter?"
"I... I just don't know that that's saniary, is all..." Maddi said, trying not to stare at where they'd come from but finding it difficult considering how much space they took up in her field of view.
"Oh, don't worry!" Karen said. "Just like the dishes, we get washed before serving out guests." She bounced up and down on her toes, causing her beachball-sized breasts to wobble and shake furiously. "These babies are clean enough to eat off of!"
Maddi's face burned, and she grimly opened her menu and buried her face in it.
"Can I start you off with something to drink?" Karen continued.
"Diamond Fuzz," Terry said.
"I'll have a White Russian," Susan offered.
"Fuzzy Navel for me," Lan asked.
"Uhm... Just water for me, thank you," Maddi stammered. She had seen all she wanted, but it looked like someone needed to stay sober enough to lurch the three girls back home. She might have been set up, but it would weigh too heavily on her conscience to allow the three sots to swerve their way into the waiting arms of a patrolman or even worse, into a tree. She was resolved to stick the meal out, drive her drunk classmates home, and never have another thing to do with them or this restaurant ever again.

Maddi tried not to stare, but being near the back as they were, it seemed nearly every waitress came past their table going to and fro from the kitchen. Esch of them seemed to be exaggerated differently, but thematically they were all alike: utterly ridiculous bums and bosoms, heaped with food and drinks, the waitresses hardly using their hands for anything.
"So what're you getting?" Terry asked, startling Maddi. She'd been staring at the waitresses so intently she hadn't so much as glanced at her menu.
"Oh! Ah.. I really don't know..." Maddi said, looking at the menu as though for the first time. It was all the typical american fare- fried this and that, gobs of meat burnt to a crisp. Americans wouldn't know subtle cuisine if it hit them as obviously as- well, as their own cooking.
"Drinks!" Karen said, swinging by their table, her massive bosom nearly resting on it as she turned. She had three large silver cylinders jammed in her bosom, condensation marking their freshness. "A diamond fuzz for the birthday girl..." She said, removing one of the cylinders and unscrewing the cap, taking Terry's drink out of the packed ice and placing it in front of her. She repeated the maneuver for each of the alcoholic drinks, then removed a tall glass of icewater from the highest point in her cleavage, passing it sideways to Maddi. Maddi wasn't sure, but she could have sworn she saw goosebumps on the waitress's breasts where the condensation from the cylinders pooled. But that was impossible, prosthetics couldn't get goosebumps- right?
"So then, ready to order?" Karen said, pulling a small notepad and pen out of a cargo pocket in her shorts Maddi could barely see behind the curvature of her breasts.
"I think I'll have the BLT," Susan said, folding her menu.
"Me too," Lan Followed.
"Single-decker burger," Terry said, placing her menu on top of Susan and Lan's.
"Okay..." Karen said, using her breasts as a makeshift desk as she wrote down the orders. "And you you, miss?"
Maddi scanned the menu quickly, looking for somethig mundane and simple that she could eat quickly and leave. "Ah, how about this 'Primo Pastaretto'?" She asked, pointing to the item on the menu. Maddie liked Italian food well enough, and it looked like a fairly simple dish.
Karen nodded, scribbling Maddi's order down, but then she seemed to pause. After an uncomfortable moment, Karen looked up to Maddi. "And?"
"And?" Maddi repeated, opening the menu and looking to see if she'd somehow misread it. "Is there more?"
"Oh!" Karen said, looking a bit embarrassed. "No, no, that's fine. Most people just order the Primo as a starter."
"I'm sure it will be plenty," Maddi said as she added her menu to the pile. "You americans and your portions- Even as an appetizer I'm sure it would feed me for the whole weekend."
Karen laughed and Slid the notepad into her shorts, picking up the menus and jamming them into her cleavage before wandering back to the kitchen.
"Nice to see you finally loosening up," Susan said as she sipped her drink.
"I'm only being polite," Maddi answered, wondering why Susan was interested, and why 'loosened' seemed to be out of the ordinary? Maddi didn't peceive herself as unusually reserved or tense.
"God, can you imagine what it'd be like to actually have boobs that big?" Terry asked, following one exceptionally large waitress with her head.
"Your back would be enough for a chiropractor to retire on, that's what it would be like," Maddi said. "I feel sorry for those sots, I can't imagine carrying those fakes around an eight-hour shift, much less living with them."
"Yeah, but still..." Terry said.

It was mostly quiet until their food arrived, save for each of the girls getting a refill or two on all their drinks. Maddi, for her part, sipped her water through a straw and tried not to touch the glass; despite the assurances of the waitress, Maddi wasn't at all sure where the prosthetics had been before tonight and the whole thing just seemed somewhat unsanitary.
As they waited for their food, Maddi took a look around at the other patrons, which only served to make her feel even more out of place. All the women in the restaurant seemed to be rather curvaceous, and most of them wore ill-fitting clothes as if to accentuate the fact. One woman a few tables down was straining her button-up shirt so tightly Maddi wondered how she'd ever managed to wrap it around her mams in the first place. There were very few singles in the restaurant, from the looks of it: Most were either couples or larger groups still, most of them laughing and having a gay old time.
"Then there's me," Maddi thought, "waiting on these three clueless pillocks to drop the other shoe..." She sipped her water, waiting impatiently for the night to be over. When the night didn't magically fast-forward, Maddi put forth a consolation wish: Maddi knew that if Sheila were here she'd at least be able to enjoy herself on *some* level.
A pair of loud clinks jolted Maddi out of her reprieve and earned a small gasp and exclamation of surprise from Susan and Lan, respectively, as something hit Lan's glass and ricochetted of the table.
"What was that?" Terry asked, leaning off to the side of the table to pick up the fallen projectile. When she rose, she had a small brown button pinched between her fingers, looking at it quizzically. Maddi looked to the woman she had seen earlier and placed the button with the missing ones from the top of her blouse. Maddi actually dd a bit of a double-take; the woman's breasts were positively spilling over the cups of her bra, the popped buttons offering the barest amount of slack. But, they hadn't been that big before, had they? There's no way they could have grown bigger just since she started eating, could they? Just what kind of place was this?
"Damn," Susan said, who had turned around to follow Maddi's gaze. "There's a nice set of man-catchers."
"Yeah," Lan said, craning her neck to see past Susan.
"Wouldn't it hurt to lug those around all day, though?" Terry asked. "I mean, I've been thinking about getting a boob job, but those would seriously weigh you down, wouldn't they?"
"I'm just glad my boyfreind's one of those 'more than a handful's a waste' types," Susan answered.
"'More than a handful's a waste'?" A new server said as they came up to the table. "More like 'more than a handful is just the start'!"
The four girls looked at the new server standing next to Karen. While not having Karen's prodigious cleavage, the new server had a butt that looked like she'd stuffed bed pillows into her shorts, creating a soft, fluffy shelf all their food rested on.
"Okay!" Karen giggled as she took the plates off the new server's butt, "We've got a BLT... Another BLT..." She said, handing the dishes to Susan and Lan, "A single-decker for the birthday girl..." she continued, placing Terry's hamburger in front of her, "And a nice big plate of Primo Pastaretto here," she finished, placing the big, steaming heap of noodles in front of Maddi.
"Wait, that's it?" The new server said, trying to look over her shoulder at the table. "Someone got the primo just by itself?"
"Yep," Karen said as the two of them walked back towards the kitchen. "I know, seems like a waste, but the customer is always right and all that..."
Maddi looked at her dish suspiciously, the comments by the waitresses unnerving her. She poked at it with her fork, half expexting something to pop out and spook her. It looked benign enough- a linguini with white sauce, no strange lumps of meat or queer toppings. When she finally worked up the nerve to take a bite, she found the pasta was quite tasty. Maddi couldn't figure out why the waitresses acted like she was missing something- the pasta was plenty good on its own.
"See?" Terry said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I told you this place was good."
"Barmy waitresses aside, the food is certainly quite good," Maddi agreed, somewhat reluctantly. She still remembered the sly grins from earlier- at some point the other shoe was going to drop, and Maddi couldn't let her guard down. But for the moment, at least the food was good.

In what seemed like no time as all, the food was gone. The other girls had gone through at least three refils each and were starting to very obviously show the effects. Maddi drew her finger across the diameter of her plate, bringing the last dollop of sauce to her mouth and sucking it off her finger. If nothing else, Maddi consented, she'd gotten a truly extraordinary meal out of the whole affair.
Suddenly two relatively normal-sized waitresses came out of the large double-doors leading to the kitchen, blowing into a pair of noisemakers, the colorful tubes unfurling with a merry toot. What emerged from the kitchen afterwards nearly made Maddi choke on her water.
Maddi could barely recognize the shape as a woman. Perfectly normal feet and calves, and a perfectly normal head, but between it Maddi could make out aught but tits and ass. Far, far bigger than even the biggest waitresses she'd seen, this particular server had a bosom that hung down past her waist and looked to be as big around as she was tall. She was pouring out of a top that exposed so much cleavage you could asphyxiate a man inside of it. And the obscenity was further compounded by the fact that her rump was big enough to have accomodated both of her person-sized breasts in each butt cheek! It was as if an inflatible life-raft were stuffed into the orange shorts, jutting out so far behind her and to the sides the crest of her ass came nearly to the waitress' shoulders! In point of fact, Maddi was nearly certain the waitress' brown hair would have brushed her backside with only a backwards tip of her head! None of the four girls said a word; even they weren't prepared for the impossibly-sized waitress somehow moving her unfathomable bulk through the restaurant. It wasn't until the freudian monstrosity was at their table singing "Happy Birthday" to Terry that the girls were able to stop staring at the giant pair of sexual features and take it in as a whole person.
"Happy birthday dear Terr-ry, happy birthday to you!" the giant waitress sang, producing a covered serving dish from behind her back. She actually had to hand the dish to Karen, as even the full extension of her ams wasn't long enough to clear the horizon of her monsterous thighs and butt.
"And a BIG birthday treat for our birthday girl!" Karen said, placing the tray in front of Terry and removing the lid with a flourish. Maddi had to laugh at what was underneath the silver dome; instead of a large cake or pie or anything that would actually fill the container, inside was a single lonely chocolate cupcake, topped with whipped cream and a cherry, a single lit party candle sticking out of the top.
"Make a wish!" The giant waitress said, beaming.
"Well thank you so much!" Terry said, leaning down and puffing out the candle. "But you know what, I'm totally, totally stuffed. Couldn't eat another bite." She picked the cupcake up and set it in front of Susan. "Here Susan, you take it."
"Oh, no," Susan said, picking the cupcake up and reaching across the table to set it in front of Lan. "Chocolate's *so* not on the diet."
"What she said," Lan echoed, placing it in front of Maddi.
"Well, *Someone's* gotta eat it," The huge waitress said, her arms disappearing behind her bosom in a gesture Maddi assumed was her putting her hands on her hips, though the girth of her bosom oblitereated any view of her torso from her shoulders down to her thighs.
"Ah, well, really I shouldn't, it's your birthday after all..." Maddi stammered before catching the other girls' faces. They were all entirely too drunk to have any kind of tact anymore. She could see it in their faces, this cupcake was the other shoe, the trick they'd worked all night to pull off. But it was so small! What could possibly be in such a tiny cupcake? What sort of punchline could you fit inside?

Maddi knew what she had to do. She'd pop the whole thing in her mouth and just gulp it down, then excuse herself to the loo and be done with it. As Maddi plucked the candle out of the cupcake and set it aside, she heard the enormous waitress ask "So what'd she have, Karen?"
"A whole plate of Primo," She answered as Maddi picked up the cupcake.
"Wow, really?" the huge waitress said, whistling as Maddi opened wide and shoved the cupcake in, not even a speck of frosting escaping. "She's going to be huge!"
Maddi almost gagged, only her sense of decorum keeping the cupcake mash from escaping her lips. She quickly chewed it down, the backup dancers giggling at the spectacle. Maddi swallowed hard, the reasoning faculties at odds with one another, one half telling her the conclusion she'd reached was insane, the other half arguing that for as insane as it was, it was the only conclusion that made any sense.
"Excuse me, but I wa- ooohhhh..." Maddi's sentance died halfway out of her mouth as a fire seemed to erupt in her chest. She groaned, putting a hand to her heart, the rapid thumping like the roll of disant thunder. Maddie leaned forward, holding the table with both hands, feeling like she'd just become a steam-engine, the heat radiating through her body. "Ooohhh..." She moaned again, feeling her chest press into the top of the table.
Maddi's eyes poppwed wide and she sat bolt upright in her chair as the ramifications of that sensation finally registered in her brain. Her chest was pushing in to the table because it was *growing*. She looked down at herself, seeing gaps already appearing in her blouse as the buttons strained to contain her growing flesh. It wasn't merely her breasts, either- she could feel her panties riding up on her as her buttocks surged down and out, filling like water balloons.
The huge waitress giggled and put a hand to her mouth as Maddi's burgeoning breasts unucked her blouse from her skirt, surging across the table and knocking her glass over.
"Oh, they're always sooo precious when they first start growing," she said.
Maddie's jaw hung open in shock as the final piece of the puzzle clicked in, and her denial of reality crumbled. They *weren't* prosthetics. The giant mounds of flesh she'd been seeing all night were *real*. And, Maddi realized as the chair creaked under the weight and girth of her rapidly-expanding bosom, *she* was becoming one of *them*!

Maddie stood suddenly, the movement popping one of the buttons in her blouse and sending her chair clattring to the floor. She had to escape! Now!
"Hey, what're-" Karen started before Maddie tore off through the restaurant as fast as her new, awkward weight allowed. She staggered violently forward, heedless of her ever-expanding curves, unable to see her feet at all. Maddi grabbed onto the edge of a booth and swung around the corner, her momentum causing her to slip and careen backwards, the twin beachball globes of her rump colliding with and knocking over another waitress. The impact was enough to halt Maddi's fall, however, so she immediately continued on, her expansive rear and bosom now making her little more than a large fleshy pinball in the restaurant, knocking aside patrons, waitresses, even furniture and signs as she bounced from place to place, her only thought and desire that of escape. As the hallway leading to the entrance came into sight, Maddi felt a renewed surge of vigor, the kind of adrenaline boost known only to the truly desperate. Maddi was now immense, her breasts overflowing her arms as she attempted to hold them in to minimize the jostling, her butt cheeks each a massive globe of flesh whose gyrations shook her entire body with each awkward step. Maddie wasn't in a run so much as a controlled fall, her incredible weight pulling her forward, her legs only doing the barest minimum to maintain balance.

Suddenly, Maddi crashed headlong into something resilient yet squishy, the impact jarring her for a moment before she was bounced backwards, landing hard on her butt. What Maddi hadn't considered was that the rest of her body was now balanced on the fulcrum of her backside, and she was decidedly top-heavy. She rolled backwards, arms and legs flailing uselessly until her breasts picked up their downward momentum, momentarily opscuring Maddi's vision as they reached the ground before her. Maddi was disoriented briefly as her "tilt" pulled her legs back over her head, Maddi performing some kind of bizarre "breast-stand" before her legs came crashing down the right way behind her, her humongous butt following close behind. Maddi woulnd up in a position where normally she'd be lying on her stomach, but between her massive thighs and pendulous breasts Maddi was forced into something more of a forward-lunging kneel. Head spinning, she was snapped out her daze when the thing she'd ran into let out a shocked "Maddi?" Maddi looked, seeing a pair of feet sticking out from under an enormous pair of breasts, a veritable canyon of cleavage running from the floor to a familiar looking, naturally beautiful face.
"Sheila?!"