This choice: "Time for breakfast, ladies!" • Go Back...Chapter #7Order Up by: Unknown "Well, if everyone's ready to go, it's time for breakfast, ladies!" Gwen announces, not even bothering to make a provision for the one person that isn't a lady in the room. Her two gigantic daughters are instantly at attention at the mention of food; you didn't think it was possible for someone that size to move so quickly. Liz practically flies out of bed, shaking the whole room and probably a few rooms down the hall as her fat feet land on the floor.
"But Mommy, wait!" Liz says just before the group goes out the door. "Didn't you say Steven has to hide?"
"Oh, you're right honey, I almost forgot," your mom says, putting a finger to her lip thoughtfully. "We need to find a disguise for him so he can come with us. Unless... you'd like to be raped by the nice maids all weekend?"
"No, no! I'll take the disguise!" you say quickly. How could your own mother even ask that?!
"Hang on, I think I have something for you," Liz offers. She picks up what at first looks like a big wadded up pink tissue and throws it to you, but when it lands in your hands you realize a few things about it: one that it's extremely sticky, and two that it is in fact clothing. You gingerly handle the gooey fabric, unfolding it until you can see what it really is. On the front of it you see a few "My Little Pony" characters, and the hemming at the bottom is frilly like a sort of skirt attached to the shirt. In addition to the goop you can also see dry crusty spots, giving the garment an overall uncomfortable feeling. "A friend of mine left that at our house at after a sleepover one time and never came back for it, so I sorta just started using it as a cum rag," Liz explains. "It should fit you though." You're not seriously going to wear something she literally called a cum rag are you?
Looks like you're not gonna have a choice as your family is already leaving with or without you. You quickly, but regretfully, slip into the defiled piece of clothing in order to join them. The moment you put it on you can feel Liz's cold slimy semen gluing the shirt to your body, ensuring you won't be taking it off for the rest of this weekend.
"Mommy what kinds of food do they have here?" June asks as your freak show family lumbers down the hall. Every part of their bodies jiggle each time they take a step, and you can hear their huge dicks slapping against their thighs rhythmically.
"Any kind you want, honey. They have a twenty four hour buffet that serves anything you want anytime you want. Pizza, pasta, salads, soups... My personal favorite is the deep fry bar, they'll deep fry whatever you want. And of course there's always cake and ice cream and Jello and lots of desserts. And they've never run out as long as I've been coming here."
"You think they could deep fry a pizza?" Liz asks, visibly salivating at the thought and even getting a bit of a boner.
"Well, I had twenty of those last time as was here, if that answers your question," your mom giggles.
"I wanna have cake and ice cream for breakfast!" June cheers, jumping up and down thunderously, causing the building to shake as much as her fat rolls.
"You can have as much as you want, sweetheart," Gwen assures her.
As you near the cafeteria, you can smell a beautiful aroma of delicious food wafting through the doors that manages to give you a break from smelling your cum soaked clothes. The cafeteria is massive, and of course filled with mostly nude women. Some are thin, some a bit chubbier, some glistening with sweat and looking very fit, possibly having come right from the gym. You're glad this shirt is long, because a lot of them are giving you a boner.
"Stev-- oh, I guess I can't call you that. Stephanie, could you find us a table?" your mom asks as your sisters giggle. "We're gonna go scope out what's on offer." Glad to finally get away from those behemoths you oblige, settling on a large round corner booth, the only place that looked big enough for your family. You scoot in to the middle of the curved bench and drop your head on the table, which unfortunately does not result in you waking up in your bed. The last 24 hours have been an absolute nightmare for you, and it doesn't seem like it's about to get any better anytime soon.
When you lift you head up again you see your family returning to sit down and order. As they slide into the booth you realize you've made a grave mistake; you're positioned to be right between Liz and your mom! They scoot in on either side of you, their great height causing Liz and Gwen's bellies to drag across the table top. Liz manages to suck in her gut enough to sit down, but Gwen seems to be having trouble. Being taller, her soft dick has also ended up on top of the table, and she seems to be having trouble maneuvering it.
"Stephanie, can you help me here?" she asks. "Just push my dick under the table, would you dear?" You can't believe she's making this request, but you're the only one closest considering June sat next to Liz. You lean over a grab her soft, squishy member and try to quickly stuff it under the table. It's like trying to stuff an inflatable back into it's box, only sweatier and smellier. You push and shove and try to ignore the small moans Gwen lets out until finally one good elbow shoves her fat phallus under the table. "Ahh, thank you honey," she says, sitting down properly next to you, the table now visibly smeared with precum, body oil, and some smegma that escaped her foreskin. To your disgust, she quickly wipes up the dick cheese with her finger and eats it right up. With the two largest women in your family on either side of you, you find it impossible to not come in contact with their sweaty fat rolls, as sitting down allows them to expand sideways.
A very attractive waitress, wearing nothing but the lanyard holding her name tag, soon approaches your table to take orders. You hear three audible thumps each followed with the table jumping slightly as the girls see her, meaning they find her quite attractive as well. "Good morning, everybody!" she says as cheerful as can be. "Welcome to Lady Pink's Buffet. Can I start you off with any drinks, know what you want to order?"
"Sure, I guess I'll start," say Gwen, "Can I get fifteen helpings of the extra thick french toast, a dozen of the dozen egg omelettes..." You quickly lose track of all the things she's ordering, nauseated by the sheer volume of her order more than anything else. In all at takes nearly five minutes to say everything she wants, the waitress going through at least 5 pages in her order book.
Liz chimes in next, skipping right over you. "Okay, so can I get ten stacks of the super fluffed pancakes, but have them wrapped in bacon, buttered, and then coated in funnel cake batter?"
"Sure thing," the waitress replies as if that was a perfectly reasonable order. "Would you also like those deep fried?
"Ooh, yes please! Wait, in fact, can we have every layer of that individually deep fried? Like the pancakes then the bacon then the whole thing together?"
"Sure can! We'll deep fry anything you need."
"Mmm, actually, put me down for a dozen orders of that myself, that sounds heavenly," Gwen chimes in. The waitress takes up an entire page of her little notebook writing that down alone, and you wonder if there's enough paper in that little thing to fit this whole family. She goes on to put in her own five minute order, getting similarly creative with the other items (creative meaning deep frying them a minimum of three times each and mashing them together with other menu items), and of course getting a dozen of her deep fried pizzas.
Eventually she comes around to June who also makes good on what she said earlier. "Can I have five chocolate cakes, five vanilla cakes, ten red velvet cakes, and... how big is the biggest bowl you have?"
"The biggest one I believe holds about ten gallons."
"Okay, so those bowls full of each type of icing you have. And also can I get a big bowl of each type of ice cream you have, with all the toppings?"
"Absolutely!" She orders regular food as well, but all of it either gets baked into a cake or topped with ice cream. "Well, I'll go put all this-- oh, I'm so sorry, I almost missed you!" The waitress suddenly notices you wedged between Gwen and Liz's blubber. "What can I get you?"
"I'll, uhh--" You start speaking in your normal voice, but realize you'll ruin your disguise if you do. Clearing your throat you put on a hasty falsetto and try again. "I'll just have some scrambled eggs, please." The waitress looks at you a little funny, and you start to worry that you ruined your cover, but jots down your order anyway. She may have just been amazed your order didn't take as long as the others.
"Alright, I'll go put all this in for you and it should start coming out as it's ready. Enjoy!"
"Well, I already know what I'd like for dessert," Gwen says with a grin, watching the young waitress's fine ass jiggle with each step as she leaves. She then looks down at you with a slightly concerned look. "You feeling okay, Stephanie? You didn't order a whole lot."
"I'm fine, Mom," you say, maintaining your falsetto. "Just not that hungry."
"Man, I don't know why, but it just feels so good to let everything hang out in public like this, you know?" Liz sighs, adjusting in her seat. You get pushed further into Gwen's hip fat as your sister spreads her meaty thighs wide.
"You take after me hon, I love when everyone can see everything I'm packing," your mom replies. She spreads her huge legs as well, and you could swear you heard her dick hit the floor as she did so. You're now squashed even more than before, and through the small opening under the table in front of you wafts the putrid stench of their unwashed dicks and balls. You can see women at other tables taking notice too, and not so discreetly peeking under your table to see the array of family jewels on display.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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