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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?!"

[hmmm!]

Man, Soy. When you write a story you really get after it with a vengence. That was all kinds of terrific! I'm amazed at how well you put all of this together. You took a restraunt idea and a character description and evolved them into a fun, brilliant read.
High five!

[SoylentOrange]

Couldn't have done it if your illustrations hadn't brought the characters to life!

Originally Posted by flango

That is brilliant Hmmm. If she were real I'd go and jump on her

Actually, she does look soft...

Nice picture.

[inflation_juggalo]

you know this is the best thing i have seen in a while its kool to see a concept called juggalos that has no negativity towards it

woop woop

[SoylentOrange]

I'm almost finished with the next part of my Juggalos sory, and in the next part I'm going to need to fill in the cast a bit. Any suggestions for Waitresses? Things like names, sizes, "specialties", etc. welcome!

[flango]

Originally Posted by SoylentOrange

I'm almost finished with the next part of my Juggalos sory, and in the next part I'm going to need to fill in the cast a bit. Any suggestions for Waitresses? Things like names, sizes, "specialties", etc. welcome!

Hehe, Holly could be a runt waitress, one who never gets seen by the public and the 'bigger' waitresses decide to make her big and force feed the food to her

[Robot-Lobster]

How about a girl (maybe named Samantha) who is so outrageously curvy that her boobs and butt rest on the floor? She rarely waits on customers because it's so difficult for her to maneuver around the tables without knocking them over, but she helps out by providing all the milk for the restaurant, and also by serving as a couch in the breakroom and as a table for large parties.

[DanTails]

Well, this request is based off an RP group I partake in, and, well, there are a number of other waitresses, although they take on more of the fantasy setting then a realistic one such as this (A chibi anime sterotype, a googirl included. Accountant is a hyperbusty cowgirl, too) And, a serie of more.. normal ones, too. I'l leave you a note on DA about some of them if you want to use em.

[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.

[hmmm!]

Soylent. You are too freaking good at this!
Gah, I just, it, I couldn't be any more impressed with your prowess!!
Thank you thank you!

[cyero]

Accursed English terms... 'Flatbed lorry', honestly. IT'S CALLED A GODDAMNED PICKUP TRUCK. D:

Friggin awesome, Soy.