“We’re here!” Kizzie smiled as she lead Katie and her moms into the best restaurant she knew about.
Big Hoss’ was the towns highest rated barbecue joint this side of the county.
“Ooooh, it smells nice.” Noelle drooled as the scent of sauce hit her nose. “You know how to pick’em, Kitty Kay...”
“Mommy, stop.” Katie blushed as Kizzie cringed at what they called each other.
“Kizzie! How’s my best customer?” Hoss asked with a smile, “The usual booth?”
“Yessir.” Kizzie smiles.
The booth Kizzie picked was off to the side, mothers and daughter waiting as Kizzie brought them their food.
“Aw yeah, the ribs are the best thing here.” Kizzie smiled as she sets down a heaping plate.
Everyone takes a big bite... spitting it right into their napkins.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Hoss asked, running over as soon as he heard gagging from his best customer.
“What’s in this sauce?!” Katie spat, “who puts blue raspberry in barbecue?!”
“Or Pop Rocks?” Nami winced as Noelle wiped her tongue on her wife’s sleeve.
Hoss took a bite of one of these ribs and spat it up.
“Hey Rockelle, what’s with the- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Hoss yelled.
In front of his sauce stood an extremely obese black woman using his sauce scoop as a spoon for some of “that sherbet crap” as well as mixing.
“Sorry boss.” Rockelle said, “This stuff comes once a year.”
“Last I checked, my chef was under 200 pounds!” Hoss yelled, “Get out of my kitchen!”
Kizzie looked around in shock like her date.
“How can they eat so much of this dreck?” Nami asked as a guy grabbed his sixth plate.
“Same old taste to me.” A woman said as she took a bite.
She loudly belched and clutched her stomach “OOooooh tHAt iSn’T sO Familiar...”
The woman belched again, doubled over in visible pain.
“Are you okay dear?” Noelle asked.
The woman groaned and belched, her face suddenly filling out with pudge as her belly bloated and her breasts tore through her clothes. With moments an obese woman with a DDD busy was eating out of the tray like a starved animal.
“What’s going on?” Katie asked in shock as she heard more belching.
“Why’d I eat twenty.... irk!” The guy with six plates groaned, his hair grown out long and silky.
He grabbed his crotch as his beard fell away, his butt swelling up and ripping his pants off as his stomach inflated. A moan escaped those plumped up lips as a new foodie pulled another rotund woman into a steamy kiss as they rubbed Waco they rubbed their exposed pussies to the point of squirting all over the table.
Everyone was belching and ballooning out into pudgy women... everyone except Kizzie and her guests. Something told them there was a reason eating the food didn’t change them...