As the hostess stood behind her counter, greeting customers and guiding them to any available tables that they had, she was starting to get bored. So far, it has been a slow day at the restaurant that is mostly filled with returning customers. Sure there has been some interaction with her co-workers to pass the time, but it mostly dissolved when the manager came around and forced them to clean. But as she was organizing the menu for what felt like the 20th time, someone opened the door and came in. The hostess began her spiel that she repeated to every customer, "Hello, welcome to J-," but she didn't this time.
While it may be just two ladies that walk in to dine, one of the ladies that the Hostess saw gave her quite a start in that she stopped her repetitive speech. Overall, she was normal-looking, if not a little bit bashful. Brunette hair, fair skin, and a modest amount of curves all covered by a lovely dress. But what blew the hostess away was what was under her dress. There is no denying that there is something under the skirt of the woman's dress, something big and bulbous right where her groin would be.
"Hello, we reserve a table under Nancy." The hostess has to force her eyes away from the two ladies to find the reservation. "Ah yes. Here you are. Let me take you to your table," and then the hostess led the couple toward one of the alcoves in the corner of the restaurant with the menus in hand. While walking ahead, the hostess turned around to make sure that: A) her followers were following her, and B) to figure out what that woman had down in her dress. Once she brought them to the table they requested a table that had walls to protect the diners from prying eyes, she gave them the menus and walked back to her post with a bit more wonder than before. A wonder about what is up with that girl.
"I am honestly surprised that the hostess didn't kick me out." "I am more surprised that you are still standing with all of that "bloating" down there." Frankly, Charlotte was surprised too about her current transformation. It seems that all of the expansion that affected her lips has gone down to her lower lips. When she woke up that morning, she almost lost NNN due to how much mass she had down there. While the action of wearing underwear would "shrink" their size down, Charlotte decided not to due to how tight it would make for her. So there she is, bottomless and in public with a massive pussy.
Moments later, their waiter arrived to fill their water glasses and asked if they knew what they wanted to drink and eat. Having been filled in by the hostess about the oddity of the lady, the waiter took a glace while listening to what they were ordering. “Yeah, can I get an order of chicken wings to start with? And I want them spicy enough to melt your lips off,” said Nancy while looking at the menu, with Charlotte flinching at the word “lips”. Fortunately, nobody saw her reaction. “One wings, extra spicy. And for you ma’am?” “Oh, uh. The cheesy tots, please!” Charlotte quickly answered with her face getting redder by the minute.
“And one order of the tots. Do you want to have something to drink while you wait for your appetizer?” Nancy held up her water glass saying, “No thanks, I’m the designated driver between the two. I need both hands to drive back home.” The way that Nancy said that last sentence bothered Charlotte, especially about the “both hands” part since her mound is bigger than both of her hands. “I would like -” “Do you think you could ask the bartender to mix some Bailey’s Irish Cream and some tequila rose strawberry cream liqueur?”
Nancy spoke up before Charlotte could order her standard bottle of hard cider, with the waiter saying that he could ask the bartender if he could do it. “Nancy! Why did you order that for me?” Nancy took a sip of her water before she answered her friend’s question. “One of my coworkers from my old job ordered that drink. It has a funny name to it that I think is very fitting for this moment.”
“So here we are. One week later and you are still going strong,” Nancy said while she took out her phone. “How about we take a photo to immortalize this event?” Charlotte looked away, staring at the giant mound that wasn’t hidden in her dress. “Do I really need to remember about this event? I am out in public without any underwear on since none of them could fit me. And speaking of being out in public, I personally haven’t stepped outside of my own volition since my hair touched the ground five days ago.
“I am honestly afraid of transforming into something that even you wouldn’t like or worse, being stuck like that forever. It’s only a matter of time until that happens. And no, this isn’t me saying that I lost our bet. I’m just telling you my fears and woe that happened and what will happen to me.” Nancy got up from her seat and walked over to her emotional friend, hugging her once more but without the slobber from last time.
“I will never desert you Charlotte. I swear that I will stand by you, til December 1st and beyond even. Even when your new, transfigured body is impaired in some way, I will help you out.” Nancy broke out of the hug and went back to her seat. “And I won’t do things that may upset you Charlotte, whatever it may be.” Charlotte smiled at her friend's willingness to be with her. But the joy was short-lived when the waiter came back with the appetizer and the cocktail drink that Nancy ordered for Charlotte.
“Here we are, a plate of spicy chicken wings over here and a plate of cheesy tots over here along with the cocktail drink, The Creamy Pussy.” Charlotte just glared at Nancy while the latter just pulled up her menu and pretended that she was still deciding on what to order. Noticing the sudden tension at the table, the waiter said, “I will give you some more time to decide on your order. I’ll be around if you are ready.” With that, he left before it got more heated.
“‘The Creamy Pussy’, really Nancy?” Nancy was still looking at her menu, refusing to look at her friend in the eye for pulling a fast one on her. Eventually, Nancy put down her menu and thought very hard about how to answer back. “Shall we toast for making it for over a week?” Nancy asks while holding up her glass of water. Charlotte, still feeling the bulky mass of her sex between her legs, holds up her glass of the poorly named brew to Nancy’s glass.