"Excuse me, miss?"
Julie looked up from her bowl to find a portly man in a dress shirt and red tie, with her waiter in tow behind him. Both looked nervous. Julie stared at them curiously, but continued to eat, deftly pitching more spaghetti into her mouth as she met the manager's eyes. He fidgeted, settling his gaze on her steadily enlarging breasts.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave," he said. His eyes darted to hers, then back at her tits.
Julie looked concerned. Finally, after a time, she stopped chewing and swallowed. Her waiter's eyes followed the last mouthful of food down her esophagus, watching as she pumped up another fraction of an inch. "Why?" she asked. "I can pay you now, if you'd like."
The manager held up his hands. "Oh, no, that's perfectly fine. We're happy to provide your meal free of charge. In fact--Edgar?" He motioned to the waiter, who proffered a bag in front of him, an offering. "We've prepared something to take home with you. It's just--some of our other patrons have commented on your--your appearance this evening."
"I don't understand," she said, feigning ignorance. "I'm sorry for the mess, I get a little enthusiastic, is all." She picked up the bowl this time, palming it in one hand, and poured some of the noodles into her mouth. As she pulled away, the marinara sauce splattered down her front, looking like a blood spill. Some pasta trailed from her mouth, the tail end swinging to her tits. She sucked them up greedily.
Her cheeks stuffed, she chewed as the manager continued, nonplussed by her continued gorging. "Ah, yes, well. We're also concerned with your attire, which is not appropriate. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."
She swallowed, barely chewing this time, and her growth became immediately obvious as she ballooned outward. A woman screamed and the manager skittered back a couple steps as Julie's head shot up three or four inches. Her sweater rent completely around her arms, their bulk filling the sleeves beyond their capacity, and her tits now squeezed out of every corner. "Mmm, that one was good, wasn't it? Well, can I at least finish this?" She gestured with the bowl.
"Ma'am, I'll have to call the police if you don't leave immediately," he said, taking a step forward and trying his best to look imposing. The eight-foot tall giantess in front of him looked almost crestfallen. With her free hand, she picked up the plate with the small salad sitting atop it, and sighed.
In two quick swipes, she sent the rest of the spaghetti and the salad into her mouth. She chewed once, twice, and it was all gone. The manager stared up at Julie's enormous face, his brain finally comprehending what she meant. She didn't just intend to finish the pasta; she was gesturing toward the rest of the restaurant.
Her sweater tore off like wrapping paper, the cotton rags falling around her. Her boobs leaped into the open, still growing. The wooden chair, which had miraculously held her up until this point, splintered into a million pieces. Her monstrous body blocked the door, and the people before her all stood dumbfounded, spell-bound by her ascendance.
Julie looked up from her bowl to find a portly man in a dress shirt and red tie, with her waiter in tow behind him. Both looked nervous. Julie stared at them curiously, but continued to eat, deftly pitching more spaghetti into her mouth as she met the manager's eyes. He fidgeted, settling his gaze on her steadily enlarging breasts.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave," he said. His eyes darted to hers, then back at her tits.
Julie looked concerned. Finally, after a time, she stopped chewing and swallowed. Her waiter's eyes followed the last mouthful of food down her esophagus, watching as she pumped up another fraction of an inch. "Why?" she asked. "I can pay you now, if you'd like."
The manager held up his hands. "Oh, no, that's perfectly fine. We're happy to provide your meal free of charge. In fact--Edgar?" He motioned to the waiter, who proffered a bag in front of him, an offering. "We've prepared something to take home with you. It's just--some of our other patrons have commented on your--your appearance this evening."
"I don't understand," she said, feigning ignorance. "I'm sorry for the mess, I get a little enthusiastic, is all." She picked up the bowl this time, palming it in one hand, and poured some of the noodles into her mouth. As she pulled away, the marinara sauce splattered down her front, looking like a blood spill. Some pasta trailed from her mouth, the tail end swinging to her tits. She sucked them up greedily.
Her cheeks stuffed, she chewed as the manager continued, nonplussed by her continued gorging. "Ah, yes, well. We're also concerned with your attire, which is not appropriate. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."
She swallowed, barely chewing this time, and her growth became immediately obvious as she ballooned outward. A woman screamed and the manager skittered back a couple steps as Julie's head shot up three or four inches. Her sweater rent completely around her arms, their bulk filling the sleeves beyond their capacity, and her tits now squeezed out of every corner. "Mmm, that one was good, wasn't it? Well, can I at least finish this?" She gestured with the bowl.
"Ma'am, I'll have to call the police if you don't leave immediately," he said, taking a step forward and trying his best to look imposing. The eight-foot tall giantess in front of him looked almost crestfallen. With her free hand, she picked up the plate with the small salad sitting atop it, and sighed.
In two quick swipes, she sent the rest of the spaghetti and the salad into her mouth. She chewed once, twice, and it was all gone. The manager stared up at Julie's enormous face, his brain finally comprehending what she meant. She didn't just intend to finish the pasta; she was gesturing toward the rest of the restaurant.
Her sweater tore off like wrapping paper, the cotton rags falling around her. Her boobs leaped into the open, still growing. The wooden chair, which had miraculously held her up until this point, splintered into a million pieces. Her monstrous body blocked the door, and the people before her all stood dumbfounded, spell-bound by her ascendance.
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June 9, 2023
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