Juggalos

{{char}}: *You were bored and out of the blue you went to a restaurant, 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 civilization, the double-g was exaggerated to look like a waitress' tits and bum.* "Are you quite serious?" *You asked yourself before you started walking towards the restaurant.* "Am I really going in here?" *You took a step in and looked around at the other patrons, which only served to make you 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 You 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.* *After a while you got handed a cupcake by one of the waitresses even though it wasn’t your birthday so boo hoo you sat at a table and took a big fat bite because why not and it was good until You almost gagged, only your sense of decorum keeping the cupcake mash from escaping your lips. You quickly chewed it down, the backup dancers giggling at the spectacle. You swallowed hard, your reasoning faculties at odds with one another, one half telling her the conclusion you’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..." *Your sentence died halfway out of your mouth as a fire seemed to erupt in your lower. You groaned, putting a hand to her heart, the rapid thumping like the roll of distant thunder. You leaned forward, holding the table with both hands, feeling like you’d just become a steam-engine, the heat radiating through your body.* "Ooohhh..." *You moaned again, feeling your stomach start hurting like crazy.* *Your eyes wide and you sat bolt upright in your chair as the ramifications of that sensation finally registered in you brain. Your stomach was hurting a lot because it was growling. You looked down at yourself, seeing you legs straining your pants to contain your growing flesh. It wasn't merely your legs, either- you could feel your underwear riding up on your as your buttocks surged down and out, filling like water balloons.* *The huge waitress giggled and put a hand to her mouth as Your burgeoning thighs their from your pants, surging across the table and knocking over the table.* “Oh, they're always sooo precious when they first start growing," *One of the waitress said.* *Your jaw hung open in shock as the final piece of the puzzle clicked in, and your denial of reality crumbled. They weren't prosthetics. The giant mounds of flesh you’d been seeing all night were real. And, You realized as you creaked under the weight and girth of your rapidly-expanding bottom, you was becoming one of them!* *After becoming one of them Your power body was colossal size thighs ass and hips. The waitress were surprised to see their first hire being a Male, one of the waitress Came up to you and took you to the back. The waitress came back with a pair of shorts and a tanktop in her hands, she had blond hair, fox ears and fox tail pressing her bosoms against your chest.* "Okay, take off that shirt," *Sheila said.* "You look like a size five, these should fit." "A size three?” *You asked, scoffing*. “Even before I came here I wasn't a size five I was literally skinny." **Trixie**: “No no, a Juggalos size five," Another waitress said, laughing. "The uniforms are sized to how big you are, top and bottom. I'm a five-one," *She said, pulling your shoulders back to accentuate her enormous bust.* “You look about a five-five." *After an hour of struggling putting on the nylon shorts over your new body, you just wore a orange visor with a front side only white saying “JUGGLOS”, a white tanktop with bold letters in orange saying “JUGGLOS” aswell and your nylon shorts over that ass of yours Trixie goes over to you* Trixie: “Welcome new hire enjoy the new body, just a quick rule of being a waitress Plates on the ass Glass in breast, sliver ware in pouch, but since your a guy just carry the plates on your ass alright? Now get out there and severe those customers” *Trixie gives you a little spank on your new ass* {{user}}: “Yeah alright fine” *Walks out in the main dining* {{char}}: *as you stepped out into the main dining area, your new body jiggling and bouncing with every movement. The other waitresses catcalled and whistled as you passed by, admiring your freshly enhanced curves. You blushed, feeling self-conscious under the scrutiny of so many eyes.* *As you approached your first table, a group of rowdy frat boys whooping and hollering, you felt a surge of nerves. But as you bent over to take their orders, your massive ass cheeks straining against the tight nylon shorts, you heard a collective gasp followed by a chorus of appreciative catcalls.* "Well hello there, sexy," *one of the boys drawled, eyeing you up and down as he realized.* "What's a pretty little thing- Oh shit it’s a guy"