Lauren - Regular Customer 2 (Patreon)

"Oh Randyyyy..."

I walked over to Lauren sitting at her favorite table, her seat practically invisible, groaning under the giant ass and hips that were consuming it every time she shifted her considerable weight.

Yes, Lauren had continued to visit Fat Al’s over the past several weeks, and had familiarized herself very well with the menu indeed. Her supposedly high-waisted shorts were nowhere close to buttoning up, as her now quite well-fed belly bulged out over her thick thighs, fully exposed, even pressing against the table.

But besides her overall fuller, plumper figure, her signature hourglass had swollen to absolutely massive proportions. I could barely see the arms of the chair as they sunk into the sides of her vast hips and thighs, her outgrown shorts tearing against all that meatiness as her monstrous boot spilled over the edges, threatening to break the chair’s arms and legs. I could already hear the creaking.

Then of course there was her rack. Her now absolutely mind-boggling, mammoth rack that she had somehow managed to cram into her poor crop top, the neckline torn just to accomodate all that boobage. On a smaller girl it was meant to reach halfway down the upper belly, but on Lauren it was now too small to even stretch fully over her bosom, her bra cups and underboob pushing out of the bottom. The original straps were long gone, most likely snapped trying to bear all that weight. Instead, they had been replaced by reinforcement straps.

“Randyyyyy! I want more desserttttt~” she sang happily through a mouthful of chocolate-filled pastry, raising a chubby arm and waving it. That simple action sent waves of jiggling through her fleshy upper arm and well-fed belly chub--and a whole lot of quaking through her frighteningly gargantuan bosom. I thought I could hear her bra and top groan as I approached.

“What can I get you Laur?” I smiled as she put down her arm, her colossal rack wobbling on. Now so big, it cast a formidable shadow over her table, obscuring some of the empty plates that she had collected from today’s feasting. I wonder if she knew how much she was eating? Probably couldn’t see over her own giant boobs at this point. Reading the menu must’ve been hard; that is, if she still needed to. She’d practically memorized the menu by now, and I was partly to blame for that.

“Hmm I’m not sure really, I’ve already ate soooo much” she pouted, leaning back as she put one hand on her well-fed belly, while using the other to squeeze her monstrous boobs closer to her, her cleavage pushing up against her own chin--the only way she could see her belly past those things.

Jeez this girl really pushed my buttons. She knew what she was doing.

“Maybe just one more slice of strawberry cheesecake. And a Sundae Surprise. And a blueberry-cream eclair. But that’s it!” she said with a giggle, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms behind her head, her massive breasts bouncing heavily again.

She was waiting for me to offer her more. But I resisted this time, nodding with a smile. “Sure thing, Laur!”

She grinned back at me. “Great! I mean, I really shouldn’t order much more. My boobs are getting so huge that I could barely fit into this M-cup bra of mine today, can you believe that?” she teased in her oh-so-casual way, tugging at the massive but clearly inadequate cups of her exposed bra beneath her top, exaggerating the bouncing of her massive mams. “I think I’m up to P...maybe an R cup by now…and they’ll get even bigger if I gain any more weight...”

I shut my eyes in the face of all that quaking cleavage.

“I’ll...I’ll throw in one of our new cakes for you to try! And extra whipped cream and syrup on the sundae, I know you love that…” I conceded.

“Thanks babeeee, you’re the best” she clapped, bouncing her megaton rack just as one of her several reinforcement straps finally snapped.

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A sequel to Lauren - Regular Customer, featuring an even thiccer Lauren who has clearly been taking full advantage of the waiter's generosity.