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"Working Girl"

Chapter 4: A Bad Night

"Yo, Cupcake!"
Maddi cringed where she stood, having just jostled her way out of the lounge. She turned, an awkward process of bumping off of several other waitresses as she maneouvered her outrageous posterior around in the crowded hallway. She backed against the wall (Hardly a feat given the size of her rear) as Trixie approached, her brown mane sticking out above the sea of baseball caps and pointed ears.
"Here," She said as she reached Maddi, mashing her breasts against Maddi's as she rummaged in the large saddlebags on her shorts, "Sign this." She produced a clipboard with a densely-worded sheet clipped to it and laid it on top of Maddi's bosom.
"Wh-what's this?" Maddi asked, already flustered from being so indecently squeezed. She pulled the clipboard towards her, reading "Employment Contract" on the top of the paper.
"It's your 'we won't send you to jail' contract," Trixie said. "Sign it."
Maddi started to read through the provisions, but she was interrupted by a pen clattering onto the clipboard.
"Sign it!" Trixie huffed. "I haven't got al night."
"Well, I, shouldn't I get a solicitor-" Maddi started.
"No. Just sign the damn thing. We're not asking for your firstborn or anything." Trixie glared at Maddi now, hands on her hips. "You got yourself into this mess, and Jail's always an option. Now sign the damn thing or go sit in the lounge while I get the police."
"What?" Maddi gaped, trying desperately to at least skim through the document as fast as she could, as if there would be a line in large red print saying "don't sign the contract" or somesuch. "But- I- oh, very well!" She said, taking the pen and signing her name at the bottom.
"There we go," Trixie said, taking the clipboard back and stepping away. Maddi was momentarily thrown off-balance by the way she rebounded off the wall from the sudden decompression of her flesh, windmilling her arms a little bit to keep her balance.
"Go ahead and keep the pen," Trixie said as she turned and put the clipboard back in her shorts, "You'll need it for taking orders. I'm sticking you with a server to show you the ropes," she continued as she headed down the hall towards the dining room, "but don't think that means I'll go easy on you- I expect you to *work*!"
Maddi reluctantly followed Trixie to the dining room, having to turn sideways to push the doors open. She was amazed at how different the restaurant seemed from this perspective; what had seemed spacious before now looked positively treacherous to navigate given her absurd dimensions.

Even as Maddi watched Trixie stride away, another waitress approached, an asian woman with a short bob haircut.
"Hi!" she said, "I'm' Angie. Are you Cupcake?"
Maddi winced. "It's Maddi," she sighed.
The girl looked confused for a second. "Oh. But, you're the new girl, right?"
"For better or for worse," Maddi confirmed.
"All right!" She said, giving a little excited hop that sent her breasts quivering in her top. Maddi found herself jealous of the girl's smaller size; she couldn't have been half as large as Maddi up top, and even less in the rear.
"So, we're working this area over here," She said, turning and gesturing to the area around where Maddi had eaten yesterday. "I'm only a two-one- none of the servers can be bigger than two-two, that's the rule- so I'll need you for most of the drinks and all of the food, right?"
Maddi nodded, snapping a picture of all the tables' positions in her mind, making special note of the two steps up to the main dining area.
"Right, so just follow me and this should be easy!"
With a final sigh, Maddi set her shoulders (causing no small amount of quivering on the part of her enormous breasts, much to her chagrin) and followed Angie to their first table.
"So how was everything?" Angie asked as they approached the table. Maddi saw a quartet sitting in a booth, two men and what she assumed were their dates. The men poth looked very satisfied with themselves, most likely because their dates were both straining their tops as a result of the restaurant's food.
"It was great!" One of the men said.
"Everything was delicious, as always," His date said, beaming.
"Well great!" Angie replied, giving another little hop. "Let me just take all of these..."
So saying, she began taking the empty drink glasses and jamming them into her cleavage, the glasses fitting snugly in between her breasts. After the third glass, Angie abruptly turned around and stuffed the fourth one into Maddi's cleavage, causing her to gasp.
"Oh!" Maddi exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly. The conversation at the table stopped as everyone turned to look at Maddi.
"Guess that one was still a little too cold!" Angie said, giggling. The patrons lauged at the joke, while Angie shot Maddi a quick look that let her know she'd done something wrong.
"Now for the plates..." Angie said, handing Maddi a plate. Maddi reached behind her, finding a good spot for the plate on her butt, trying to remember the sensations and movements she'd used to keep the plates balanced the night before. If nothing else, she was thankful there was more room this time; She easily fit the four plates on her backside without so much as having them clank together.
"Right, so I'll be right back with your check," Angie finished, clasping her hands together and giving a short little bow. "Thanks again!"

Maddi followed Angie back through the double doors, past the lounge and towards the kitchen. Angie stopped alongside a long, deep washbin, filled nearly half a meter deep with water. She turned to face Maddi as she pulled the drink glasses out of her cleavage and set them down in the water.
"You know, we're supposed to look happy and stuff when we're serving guests," She said, finishing with Her glasses and pulling Maddi's out of her cleavage. "Acting like I killed your dog when I put stuff in your boobs isn't going to earn us any tips."
"I- well it was just unexpected, is all," Maddi stammered by way of apology.
"Well, okay, just remember next time," She said. "And hurry up with those dishes! You wanna keep 'em for sentimental value?"
Maddi grimmaced and quickly took the plates off her backside, dumping them into the washbasin as Angie went to a kind of serving station, returning with a few plates of food. "Okay, turn around."
Maddi took a step to the side, swinging her enormous butt around towards Angie.
"Whoa! Watch it!" Maddi heard Angie say, eliciting anouther grimmace from her. "Whatch where you're swinging that thing, almost knocked my plate over."
"I'm sorry!" Maddi exclaimed. Five minutes in to her first night, and she was already miserable.
Angie loaded Maddi's behind with plates, and led her back out to the dining area.
"Those go to table 26," Angie said, pointing to a booth set against the wall. "I've gotta go to the bar to pick some stuff up, so just give them their food and then take any empty dishes you see around here."
"All right," Maddi nodded. Angie went off up the step to the main dining area, and Maddi went to the booth. "Good evening!" Maddi said, trying to sound chipper. She picked the first plate off her backside, being careful to not tilt or shake it as she manouvered the plate around her bosom. "Here it looks like we have some ribs..." Maddi started.
"Right here," Said a blonde-haired woman, who Maddi noted had a rather pouched stomach for as thin as the rest of her was.
"...And a soup du jour..."
"That's me," The woman's date said, taking the plate the bowl of steaming soup sat on.
"...And the side salads," Maddi finished, taking a salad bowl in each hand and pasing them sideways one at a time to the table. "will there be anything else?"
"I think we're good," The man said.
"All right," Maddi nodded. "Congratulations, by the way."
"On what?" The blonde woman asked.
"On your baby," Maddi said, stepping back a bit so she could turn and actually face the table instead of standing alongside it. "Do you know when it's due?"
The two patrons stared at Maddi awkwardly for a moment before the woman spoke. "...I'm not pregnant."
Maddi winced. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she said, "I just thought because you looked so thin otherwise-"
"Oh, so I just have a fat stomach, do I?" the woman asked, indignant.
"Tess," The man said pointedly, before turning to Maddi. "It was an honest mistake. Don't worry about it."
"I'm terribly sorry," Maddi said once more, feeling her cheeks flush. "I really didn't- it's just- oohhhh..." She mubled, turning away and moving to another table, one where there were thankfully no people. Maddi quickly took all the dishes, stacking the plates and bowls together on her bottom before reluctantly taking the drink glasses. Maddi shivered as she put the cold, wet glasses between her breasts, grimmacing not at the sensation so much as the very act.
"Who would ever think this was dignified?" Maddi thought, moving on to the next table. This one did still have guests at it, so Maddi forced a smile as she approached. "Hello!" She said as she manoeuvered alongside the table, as close as she could get and still reach. "Are we all finished here?"
"We sure are!" one of the diners said, handing Maddi her plate. Maddi took their plates, adding them to the pile.
"And, ah, are you still needing your drinks...?" Maddi asked, hoping they'd keep the half-full glasses until they were someone else's problem.
"Oh no, I think we're done here," another woman said, handing Maddi her glass. Maddi fought to keep from grimmacing as she gingerly took the glass and wedged it into her cleavage with the others.
"Hey, look!" The third woman said, wedging her own glass between her obviously food-effected breasts. "Maybe I could be a waitress here too!" She gave her breasts a shake, causing the soda inside to slosh around the glass. Her two friends erupted in laughter, but Maddi only sighed. She waited until the woman was through faffing about, took her glass, and headed back to the kitchen. Maddi was so distracted by her discomfort she nearly didn't catch the plates sliding off her backside. She realized she'd slackened her walk, and wasn't paying attention to keeping her loads balanced. Maddi straightened the piles again, hoping no one had seen her near-miss, and went through the double doors to the kitchen area.

"Wow, I could hear that sigh all the way over here."
Maddi's head snapped up from the square of tile she was staring at as she unloaded the dishes into the washbin, seeing a slim brunette at the first preparation island away from the washbasin. She looked over her shoulder at Maddi and smiled.
"I don't think I've seen you before," She said, glancing back at the cheese she was grating before looking back to Maddi. "Are you Cupcake?"
Maddi's head drooped, almost hitting a cleavage-bound glass in the process. "Maddi, please," She said, taking the glasses out and dropping them into the soapy water, glad to be free of them.
"Oh," the woman said, borw furring slightly in confusion. "Well, that's what Trixie said, I thought it was just a nickname or something."
"Yes," Maddi said, finishing the last of the dishes and wiping her hands on a dishrag hung by the washbin. "One that I had no part or desire in coining."
"Ahh," She replied, smiling. "I getcha. So, what was it, Maddie?"
"Only without the 'e' at the end," Maddi said. "Short for 'Maddison'."
"Right," The woman nodded, whacking the grater against the counter to shake off the last bits of cheese. "My name's Claire, nice to meet you." She brushed the cheese into a saucer and headed deeper into the kitchen. "Don't worry," She said over her shoulder, "It gets easier."

Claire's optimism was true, if only for a little while. Maddi went through her duties, just trying to make it through the hours, taking dirty dishes and ferrying food back and forth from the kitchen. Maddi felt at times like a glorified pack mule, ferrying food and drinks like some kind of freakish, fleshy serving cart. Hardly anyone even really spoke to her. It took nearly losing an entire load of plates off her behind to snap her out of her malaise, and even then it only served to irritate her. As Maddi's arms flew behind her to steady the piles, she glanced back to see the huge-busted woman with the long black hair Trixie had been yelling at during the shift meeting walking briskly away, not even so much as an "excuse me". As Maddi continued to the kitchen, she realised that there was no reason for the other waitress to have bumped into her- the middle of the restaurant was plenty wide enough, and her rear wasn't very wide at all. Could it be, Maddi thought, that it had been intentional? Maddi remembered the raven-haired woman- Riley, she recalled- had been rather upset at her the previous night for bumping into her, but Maddi balked at the thought that she would resort to outright sabotage for vengance. As Maddi dumped her dishes into the washbasin, her heart sank even further. Having two people at this restaurant holding a grudge against her was just stacking woe on top of woe.

Thankfully, Riley apparently wasn't working in the same area as Maddi and Angie, and she was lucky enough not to run afoul of her in the hallways again. Unfortunately, Riley was far from the only source of stress in the restaurant.
"Oops!" A feminine voice exclaimed as Maddi passed by one booth.
Maddi looked to her side, seeing an extremely busty (for normal standards) woman scooting to the sides as a pool of soda raced out of a large glass she had apparently knocked over by turning her body without taking into account the radius her expanded bosom occupied. "Could you get us some napkins, please?" she asked as the other two women with her attempted to stem the tide with what napkins they had available.
"Oh!" Maddi said. "Of- of course, just a moment..."
Maddi looked around, wondering where they kept the napkins. She started walking back to the kitchen area as fas as the clattering plates on her behind would allow, looking around for anything she could use to mop up the soda. She looked all along the walls, looking for a cabinet, a shelf, anything. Finally, unable to find any other solution, she hurried to the kitchen, looking for a dishrag, a paper towel, anything that could be used to sop up water. She finally found a hand towel hanging next to the washbin, which Maddi quickly emptied her dishes into before grabbing the handtowel and jogging back to the table. It was the first time Maddi had attempted anything above a semi-brisk walk at her absurd size, and the mount of swinging, swaying flesh was almost mortifying, especially the way her bosom bounced nearly to her chin with every heavy footfall. Maddi had to come screeching to a halt when another waitress came through the doors- as much as her rear was swaying back and forth it would have knocked the poor girl clean off her feet.
Maddi made her way back to the table, but cringed when she arrived to find Angie finishing mopping up the soda, stuffing the wads of wet napkins in an empty glass she had in her cleavage.
"...Oh," Maddi said dumbly, trying to explain her absence. "I, ah, went to get something to wipe up the mess..." She held the handtowel above the horizon of her bosom so the three women could see.
"Well, we've got it under control now," Angie said, stuffing the last of the napkins into her glass. "I'm sorry you folks had to wait."
Angie led Maddi by the arm up the step to the main dining area, nar a small, blank area of wall. "What were you doing, just leaving your customers like that?" She asked.
"I was looking for something to-"
"Napkins!" Angie said, a nearly pained expression on her face. "Why didn't you use napkins?"
"I didn't have any!" Maddi protested.
"Didn't- what do you mean, didn't have any? What's in your saddlebags?"
Mary cringed again. "Nothing..." She said weakly, patting the large empty cargo pockets on her skirt.
"Nothing?!" Angie exclaimed, putting a hand to her head. You've got to be kidding me!" She reached her other hand up over her head and brought downa handful of napkins. "Here, put these in your bags."
Maddi's head snapped up to see a shelf high up on the wall, high up enough for Maddi to pass under without touching, piled high with napkins, coasters, and silverware sets rolled up in napkins. Anger, dread, embarrassment, and self-recrimination all struggled for expression in her caught tongue.
"Good grief, you should know better than to go out without anything in your bags at all. And why didn't you just come get some napkins here instead of going all the way back to the kitchen?"
"I- that-how on earth is anyone supposed to see that blasted thing when it's so high up? It makes no sense, it doesn't!"
"What, like we should put it waist-level?" Angie shot back. "No, we put them up there so anyone can reach it no matter how mch they got in the way," she said, jabbing Maddi's breast with a finger for emphasis. "And even if there wasn't anything here, what were you doing starting a shift with nothing in your pockets? Think they're there for looks?"
"All right, all right," Maddi said, just wanting to get away already.
"Like, I guess I should have said something maybe, but I figured a waitressing job, you know, it was kind of obvious."
"Fine, fine, I'm sorry, okay?" Maddi said as she finished loading her pockets full of supplies and headed off, dejected.

Maddi was in a daze, doing her waitressing pretty much on auto-pilot, until Angie came up to her and told her it was time for her lunch hour. Maddi finished putting her current load of dishes in the washbasin, then immediaely made her way to the bar area. She instantly spotted sheila- it would be difficult not to- standing by the bar with both arms buried in her cleavage. Maddi went to her friend, watching as Sheila's arms plunged between her breasts over and over again, looking almost like Sheila was folding into herself. Finally, right as Maddi closed to speaking distance, Sheila pulled both arms from between her breasts, holding a pair of wet dishrags.
"Ahhh," she breathed, smiling, "Much better." She handed the two rags back to the bartender, who was waiting nearby and watching Sheila's self-ministrations bemusedly. "Thanks, Mikey. Oh, hey Maddi!" She cheerfully exclaimed. "How's your first night so far? I just got off for lunch."
"What- what was that all about, just then?" Maddi asked, pointing to Sheila's enormous bosom.
"What was what about?" Sheila asked, head cocked to the side.
"With the dishrags," Maddi continued.
"Oh! That," Sheila laughed. "Well, between the sweat, and the condensation off all the drinks, and the appetizers and everything, it starts to kind of chafe a bit if I don't clean the canyon at lunch," Sheila said, winking. "In any case, let's get out of here. I'm starving."
Maddi followed Sheila out of the bar and into the back hallways of the restaurant, marveling that even at her fantastical proportions she was completely eclipsed by the utterly ridiculous size of Sheila's breasts. Sheila veritably plowed her way to the lounge, where Maddi saw a few of the other waitresses resting. Looking around, Maddi realized why the lounge had no furniture- the waitresses sat or rested on their various endowments, any kind of chair or bench not only impractical but entirely unnessecary.
"Ahhhh," Sheila said as she leaned back against the wall and allowed herself to slide down until she was sitting on the floor. Maddi's eyes gogged as Sheila practically buried herself under her breasts- Sheila's feet barely poked out from under her massive bosom, and, laying on the ground as they were, they billowed up almost under Sheila's chin.
"Have a seat," Sheila said, as non-chalantly as if she were sitting next to her in lecture. "Your feet can't feel that good after lugging those around for four hours." She did something with her arms to make her tremendous bosom shake, though buried in flesh as they were Maddi couldn't tell what exactly. "Believe me, I know," she continued with a smile.
Maddi went around to Sheila's right side, practically in the corner of the room. She eased herself down, cringing at the sensation of her rear sliding down the felt until it hit the floor, mashing down and filling the corner entirely with her supple flesh.
"So how's your first night?" Sheila asked, almost sickeningly chipper.
"Terrible," Maddi moaned. "If I'd have known it was to be this bad I'd have chosen prison."
"Ohhhhh," Sheila cooed sympathetically, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"
"Everything's just so blasted *strange*," Maddi said. She told Sheila about her serving woes, about not having any idea what's going on, about how strange and awkward it was trying to do anything.
"You seemed to be doing okay last night...?" Sheila said.
"Yes, but that was when people weren't watching me, and jostlign me, and asking ten different things at-" Maddi stopped as one of the servers approached, one of the smaller servers with breasts roughly the size of Angie's and a bum not much bigger than Sheila's. Maddi eyed her warily, and Sheila followed Maddi's glance to the server.
"Hey!" The server said, holding a notepad and pencil. "Whadda you guys want from the kitchen?"
"I'll have a flat-out burger and a coke," Sheila said, before turning to Maddi. "They let us have an entree and a drink for free each shift," she explained. "Nothing off the special menu, of course, but regular food."
"I'm not hungry, thank you," Maddi said.
"You sure?" Sheila asked.
"Oh yes, I'm fine, thank you," she reiterated. It was a lie, of course; already Maddi could feel the pangs of hunger nipping at her stomach. But she would rather starve, gladly, than let another speck of food from this damnable restaurant pass her lips.
"Well, okay," Sheila said, before turning back to the waitress with the notepad. "That's it, I guess."
"Okay," She said, and continued making her rounds to the other resting waitresses.

It was nice to talk to Sheila, even in as foul a mood as Maddi was in. Something about Sheila's lassiez-faire attitude about everything seemed to relax Maddi a bit- even buried in breastflesh, Sheila spoke as if she didn't have a care in the world. Maddi envied her- she wished she could just mentally escape from all the feelings of shame and impropriety, to wave a wand and be able to think that this lunacy was all just fine and dandy. When the food came, Sheila set it right atop her breasts and ate off her own bosom like it wasn't even attached to her. Although at the moment, the smell of the food was enticing Maddi to the point where she would almost be will to eat off of her own breats- or off of sheila's for that matter.
"I'm going to walk around a bit," Maddi said as she awkwardly lurched to her feet. "I'm starting to lose feeling in my bum."
"Okay," Sheila said as she took a bite of her sub sandwich.
Maddi went out of the lounge and around the corner, leaning against the wall. "How long must I put p with this?" She despaired, before realizing she had no idea. After all, she had to work off her tab, but Maddi didn't know how much the food and dishes she'd ruined cost, nor how much she was supposedly earning each night. She'd have to ask Sheila as soon as possible, otherwise that Trixie woman could string Maddi along for who knows how long.
Right as Maddi pushed off the wall, she saw that Riley woman turn the corner as well. Their eyes met, and Maddi felt a chil race through her at the way Riley's eyes narrowed.
"What're you lookin' at?" Riley said, and began to advance on Maddi.
"Nothing, I wasn't looking at anything," Maddi qickly said, looking away and trying to move out of the way as best she was able in the hallway.
"Good," Riley said as she strode past, giving Maddi a qick sideways shove with her bosom.
"There's no need to be rude..." Maddi muttered, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Riley haul to a stop.
"Rude?" Riley snapped as she spun around, her huge bosom- somewhere between Maddi's size and Sheila's- taking a few seconds to jiggle to a stop. "You wanna talk about rude, *cupcake*?"
"No, I-" Maddi said, already backing up.
"Rude is slamming into me like some kind of retarded chimp," Riley said, advancing on Maddi. "Rude is costig me three tables' worth of tips because I gotta change my top," she continued.
"I didn't-" Maddi started, feeling her tail get pressed against the wall by her rear.
"Rude is horning in on *my* turf," Riley continued, pressing her breasts to Maddi's, their flesh overflowing Maddi's own and forching her to lean back over her behind.
"I'm sorry-" Maddi put her hands up defensively.
"Rude is what you get when I. Don't. *Like.* You." Riley said, jabbing a finger into Maddi's bosom with each word. Maddi winced at each poke, but was glad that the gulf of flesh between them was enough that her breasts were as far as Riley could reach.
Riley suddenly backed away from Maddi, turning, and continuing down the hallway without another word.
It took a few seconds for Maddi to realize she was still leaning back, her head nearly touching the wall she was bent over so far. Maddi let out her breath and stood straight, still too shocked at the verbal assault to work up being upset yet.
Maddi's eyes clenched shut as she felt tears welling up. She bit her lip and balled her hands into fists, fighting back the tears, trying to will them away. She wouldn't give Riley the satisfaction, wouldn't give Trixie the satisfaction, would let the damn restaurant see her reduced to tears, not by every hair on her head. She turned and hit the wall with the bottom of her fist, allowing herself one brief sob before wiping her eyes and heading back to the lounge. "Americans..." Maddi muttered to herself as she went through the double doors.

"Feeling better?" Sheila asked as one of the smaller waitresses took her now-empty plate away.
"Yes, thank you," Maddi said, taking her cap off and running a hand through her hair.
"Okay," Sheila said, dusting her hands of one last time as far away from her cleavage as she could manage. "Little help?"
Maddi turned sideways and took Sheila's hand, leaning away as Sheila attempted to lift herself up from under her enormous breasts. Thankfully, Maddi had no shortage of levelrage between the four great fleshy globes surrounding her, so she was able to pull Sheila up to her feet with little difficulty.
"Everything's better together," Sheila said, winking as she straightened her top. "Okay, back to the bar for me. Good luck with the rest of your night."
"Thanks," Maddi said, watching Sheila's tail swish back and forth in a carefree manner as she left the lounge. Maddi trudged out the doors a minute later, getting in line at the kitchen for all the outgoing orders.
Maddi took her food and delivered it as ordered, but even her best efforts at forcing a smile felt disingenuous. Maddi could tell that she was killing the mood of the diners she served- despite her best efforts, which she had to admit weren't really, the way people reacted to her told her they realized something was up. It all came to a head when one of the patrons flat-out asked her if something was wrong as she cleared their dishes.
"Oh, it's nothing," Maddi said. "It's just been a long night, you know."
"I don't know how I could ever have a bad night with boobs like that!" One of the other diners said, a girl who looked like she'd ordered two of everything off the menu for how exaggerated her every feature seemed to be.
"Try it sometime," Maddi snapped, before she could catch her tongue. The three diners looked at Maddi as if she'd grown another head, and Maddi cursed at herself inwardly. She cleared her throat and quickly made off with their dishes, no suitable excuse or apology coming to mind.

Eventually, the crowd of customers slowed to a trickle, then stopped completely. Maddi found herself witing by the doors, looking for the last diners to finish up their meals so she could take their dishes. She was so hungry she took to fidgeting, bouncing up and down on her heels just to have some sensation to focus on other than her hunger. Finally, unable to take the waiting any longer, she tok one last look around to make sure none of the nearby tables were in immediate need of anything before heading off to the bar. She gingerly made her way around the restaurant, seeing some of the waitress with the least compromised mobility already beginning to clean up. Maddi found Sheila near the front of the bar, a half-dozen drinks wedged into her cleavage as she handed then out to a booth in the corner. When Sheila caught Maddi's eye, she gave a cheerful smile, but remained focused on her work until she'd handed out all the drinks.
"What's up?" She asked as she turned around, dusting her hands. "Starting to deflate yet?"
Maddi paused, realizing that Sheila was right; her top was feeling a little looser than usual. On sheila the effect was more pronounced, as her breasts were now probably only slightly bigger than Riley's had been.
"Er, yes, a little," Maddi answered.
"What's wrong?" Sheila asked, "You sound terrible."
"No, I'm fine," Maddi replied, perhaps a bit too qickly.
"...Okay," Sheila said, heading back to the bar with Maddi following as close as their respective measurements allowed. "SO what're you doing here?"
"Just... there's little to do at the moment, it seems," Maddi explained. "My section is practically barren."
"Well, a quick 'hi' is okay," Sheila said as she got the next set of drinks from the bartender and jammed them in her cleavage, "but you should probably get back there. If trixie sees you off your post she won't be happy."
"Ahhh..." Maddi whined.
"I know, but you've got like twenty minutes left. Just go wait it out," She said over her shoulder as she went to her next table.

Maddi waited and waited, each minute seeming to drag on forever with only a pair of drink refills to pass the time until her tables were finally all empty. She adjusted her top again, glad that she was finally shrinking down. Maddi wanted nothing more than to get out of Juggalos and get a shower, though no amount of cleaning would scour the disgust of the experience out of her mind. And to think this was only her first night! Maddi felt the weight of her despair hanging around her neck, far heavier than even her enormous bust.
"Mary?"
Maddi jerked her head up, seeing Angie standing next to her. "Yes? I mean, Maddi, please, but yes?"
"Dining room's closed," Angie said, looking closer to what humanity in general would call a 'normal' size. "Time to get going."
"Thank *heavens*," Maddi said. She hurried to the locker room, all her aches and hunger pangs forgotten at the prospect of being free from this hellhole. She clutched her top to her breasts, feeling like she was losing centimeters off her bust with each passing second. By the time she made it to the locker room, she was down to Angie's size from earlier in the night, her monstrous top positively hanging off of her. Maddi got to her cubbyhole and all but tore her clothes off, any pretense of modesty thrown to the wayside in light of her desperate need to get out of the restaurant. She hastily threw her clothes on, not even bothering with her bra or even her shoes, stuffing them under her arm and heading out of the locker room.
"Hey!" Sheila called from behind her, trying to struggle her shirt over the remnants of her enormous breasts. "What's the rush?"
"I'll just wait at the car," Maddi called back over her shoulder as she rushed from the room.

Maddi sat on the boot of Sheila's car, her feet on the rear bumper and her arms wrapped around her aching stomach. Terrible. That was the only word that kept coming to mind. This was terrible. The proprietors were terrible, the cstomers were terrible, the staff was terrible. Everything about this place was terrible.
Sheila finally came out the back kitchen door, waving goodbye to some of the other waitresses. "You shure were in a hurry," She said as she fished the keys out of her pocket and opened the driver's door. "What's the matter?"
"I was just hot," Maddi said as she opened her own door and tossed her shoes and bra into the footwell before slumping down in the seat herself.
"Oh," Was all Sheila said as she started the car. "Well," she said as they pulled out of the parking lot, "That wasn't such a bad night, was it?"
Maddi looked at her sporadic reflection in the window as they passed under each streetlight, finally letting the tears come out, silently, unnoticed.
"Yes," Maddi replied, swallowing. "Yes, it was."

[hmmm!]

Bah, I'm always swamped, right?

I really don't think there is a wide enough scope of words in the english language for me to be able to piece together a proper phrase of appreciation for your efforts here.

Yeah, you're the best, so just take that.

[inflation_juggalo]

again you have out done yourself i love your work

[hmmm!]

So hey.. wanna see a new waitress for this thing?

http://www.process-productions.com/f...30&postcount=7

[cyero]

Merci very much, Hmmm. o.o

[hmmm!]

Bitte sch?n, cyero. Gracias!

[cyero]

...Fromage.

[hmmm!]

Hey! If any of you want to go back to the first page of the thread and see my post with all of the attachments, I've got another picture there.

[cyero]

That's entirely 'lolwut?' worthy.

[sushi]

n.n I tried coloring...

[hmmm!]

I felt my earlier post might've been getting a bit too cluttered so I'm going to continue posting my drawings for this thing here.

All of my earlier Juggalos drawings can be found here:

http://www.process-productions.com/f...30&postcount=7

Here we'll start first with the long overdue waitress pic of Sheila!

EDIT: Next we've got the Title picture for Chapter Four of the story, found here in this very thread. Have *you* read it yet? http://www.process-productions.com/f...&postcount=157

EDIT: The picture to Part Five is up! A little Maddi/Penelope combo comin' at'cha!

EDIT: A picture of Anthony, Angie, Carlos and Claire; host, waitress and cooks to the restaurant, respectively.

EDIT: Part Six's picture is up! ^_^

EDIT: Part 7 now has a picture! Read the chapter here: http://www.process-productions.com/f...&postcount=193

[cyero]

Sweet lordy lord. O.O

My mancrush still stands, Hmmm!.