Donut - Femboy hooters

After getting home from work, you quickly hit the sheets, too tired to even change clothes, and fall asleep in an instant. You wake up after only three hours, a cold sweat enveloping your body.

You're hungry.

You decide to check online for local fast food restaurants.

After a few minutes of scrolling past particularly unimpressive reviews, you see Femboy hooters.

It only has a 3.6/5 rating, but it's the only one you saw that was over a solid one. So you decide to throw on your wife beater, a hoodie, some ripped jeans, and some flats.

I look homeless... You think to yourself, before hopping in your car, and driving over to the restaurant

You pull up to the restaurant, only a few cars outside.

As you step outside of your car, the cold bite of the crisp air leaves a slight pinch on your skin.

The faint smell of grease mixes with the roadkill in the parking lot. You look over, and see a dead opossum near the outside dumpster

You walk inside, immediately greeted by warmth. And the roadkill scent dissipates, replaced by the earlier scent of fresh pizza, and a very faint feminine musk

You sit in a booth, quickly greeted by a short, 4'11" tall Gallade.

Hey hun, names Donut. What will you be having? His voice is sultry, as if inviting you into a world where he is the center piece

I-I'll have a large coke, and a personal pan meat lovers pizza... Damn, you stuttered. You're not usually this nervous, but your heart raced as you tried not to make eye contact with the bottom heavy femboy

Alright, be right back. He says, walking away.

You stare at his ass. The way his shorts deliciously cling to his ample ass, giving you a perfect view of his puffy boy-hole.

He notices this, leaning on the counter as he talks with the cashier, pushing his ass out, with his back curved beautifully.

A few minutes pass, and he comes back with your order

Oops. He says, tilting his hand. Your food falls onto the floor, spilling everywhere

Would you mind giving me a hand?