The sound of sirens outside the restaurant snapped Julie out of her euphoric state. Someone told on her, and she wasn't near ready for her debut.
Edgar, her savior, appeared through the doorway pushing in a dessert cart loaded with dishes. The kitchen had piled everything, from pans of stored lasagna to tubs of cold pasta, onto it, and it had left a small trail of alfredo sauce leaking from one of several bags. Tossing the manager aside, she crawled on all fours, knocking over tables and looming over people, toward Edgar. Edgar, fearing the worst, skidded to a halt and bolted back through the kitchen door, screaming.
As if on cue, the entire restaurant seemed to explode with shouts as others, who believed that she had attacked the young man, looked to run as well. Dozens streamed through the now-unblocked main door, few looking back at the behemoth beauty. Even those who were initially paralyzed by her sudden race to the cart began to edge their way around Julie's body. She, however, paid them little attention. "Run," she murmured, mostly to herself. "I'll see you all again real soon."
A bullhorn shouted demands to her, but she ignored them. The cops wouldn't rush in, not without knowing if she had any hostages. And what was she supposed to do, anyway? Come out with her hands up? Her breasts wouldn't make it through the doorway, let alone her magnificent body.
But, oh, why leave through the doorway when there was a much better choice?
She picked up one of the lasagna pans, which looked smaller than a sandwich to her, and took a bite. Her teeth bit through the steel pan as if it wasn't even there. She began to grow again, and she paused her eating to focus on the wonderful feeling of getting bigger. Her head rose closer to the ceiling, forcing her to stoop lower as she ate. Nipples as thick as Coke cans capped weather balloon-sized tits that grazed the top of a table beneath her. She took another bite, a larger one, and fit the rest of the pan into her mouth entirely. Another earth-shaking orgasm rocked her body. Her head actually hit the roof this time, and she broke a smile. It would only be a matter of time before her debut.
And what would the people say about her? The thought almost brought her to climax again. They would talk about her body, how big and tall it was, but what would it mean to have an ass as big as a house? What would it mean to have tits the size of cities, or legs as long as mountain ranges? What would it mean to eat a building, to fuck a building, to crush one in her abyssal cleavage?
She wanted it all, and more. And she wanted it now.
Edgar, her savior, appeared through the doorway pushing in a dessert cart loaded with dishes. The kitchen had piled everything, from pans of stored lasagna to tubs of cold pasta, onto it, and it had left a small trail of alfredo sauce leaking from one of several bags. Tossing the manager aside, she crawled on all fours, knocking over tables and looming over people, toward Edgar. Edgar, fearing the worst, skidded to a halt and bolted back through the kitchen door, screaming.
As if on cue, the entire restaurant seemed to explode with shouts as others, who believed that she had attacked the young man, looked to run as well. Dozens streamed through the now-unblocked main door, few looking back at the behemoth beauty. Even those who were initially paralyzed by her sudden race to the cart began to edge their way around Julie's body. She, however, paid them little attention. "Run," she murmured, mostly to herself. "I'll see you all again real soon."
A bullhorn shouted demands to her, but she ignored them. The cops wouldn't rush in, not without knowing if she had any hostages. And what was she supposed to do, anyway? Come out with her hands up? Her breasts wouldn't make it through the doorway, let alone her magnificent body.
But, oh, why leave through the doorway when there was a much better choice?
She picked up one of the lasagna pans, which looked smaller than a sandwich to her, and took a bite. Her teeth bit through the steel pan as if it wasn't even there. She began to grow again, and she paused her eating to focus on the wonderful feeling of getting bigger. Her head rose closer to the ceiling, forcing her to stoop lower as she ate. Nipples as thick as Coke cans capped weather balloon-sized tits that grazed the top of a table beneath her. She took another bite, a larger one, and fit the rest of the pan into her mouth entirely. Another earth-shaking orgasm rocked her body. Her head actually hit the roof this time, and she broke a smile. It would only be a matter of time before her debut.
And what would the people say about her? The thought almost brought her to climax again. They would talk about her body, how big and tall it was, but what would it mean to have an ass as big as a house? What would it mean to have tits the size of cities, or legs as long as mountain ranges? What would it mean to eat a building, to fuck a building, to crush one in her abyssal cleavage?
She wanted it all, and more. And she wanted it now.
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June 9, 2023
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