IGOTH (Goth IHOP TG) (Patreon)

"Is this a joke?"

"An aged joke."

"I thought it was only a meme."

Mark and Jacklyn stared at the two restaurants that had seemingly sprouted up overnight, both overtaking the lots where some old mom and pop stores had been. But the inexplicable suddenness of it was not what bothered them, but the manner of restaurants that had taken over, each one its own absurd joke of a chain. To the right was a black and blue building with red lettering, the usual IHOP colors drowned in tar and covered with Halloween decorations. At least it kind of made sense for the season, though the commitment to the bit was absurd. Opposite to it was a glowing orange building with pink accents, the words "Femboy Hooters" glowing even in the middle of the day as they stared at the two restaurants, both of them hungry and agitated.

"Well clearly we have to try the Femboy Hooters!"

"Well clearly we have to try the Goth IHOP!"

Both turned disgusted to the other, mocking their choice.

"What can't handle a cutie with a cock bigger than yours?"

"No I just prefer a place that might have girls in it. Besides goths are unisex and femboys is a dated term."

"Well how about we both separate and review them to our own standards? Higher yelp review wins and if there's a tie, we test out the management."

"Sounds good to me."

They split apart, Jacklyn excitedly skipping towards her femboys while Mark hoped at least the servers would be sexy. He always had a thing for goth girls. It was always exciting to have a new place to try out, mostly because he and Jacklyn had been banned from most eateries either from their reviews or a rather nasty reputation of being unservable, a mix of overconfidence and pomposity, Mark already noting the ambience of the room as he entered, candles and jack o lanterns replacing the usual lighting.

"Hmm, a nice gimmick, but all worthless if the food is crap."

There was another, less spoken reason for why Mark was excited to have a new place to try, him and Jacklyn rather infamous to most eateries in the area. Their reviews were usually scathing, but that wasn't what made them a hell to serve, the two believing in the value of 'stress testing' the waitstaff to truly derive the level of service. Sure most servers will be good, but what if you have unreasonable demands? What if you wanted something special? Was their commitment to service high enough to ignore an unruly customer no matter what? Because of this, they were often banned after their visits, their options limited to either home cooking or whenever a new place opened up. At the very least, even if the food was going to be mediocre franchise fare, at least Mark would get to enjoy the view of the waitresses, all of them busty goth girls in black aprons, the 'goth IHOP' given a cursive text on the first half and vampire fangs on the usual red arc.

"Hello sir. Welcome to the goth Ihop I guess... What do you want to order today?"

It was a committed performance, her essence like one long suffering eye roll, her vibe giving off a wish to be anywhere  but there. He was more hoping for the in love with darkness types than the ironic detachment, but as long as the food was fine he wouldn't mind a bit of character. Still, she didn't have to be this dismissive. He wasn't even sure if she was taking his order properly from the unused pens on her pockets, her eyes looking everywhere but him as he made his orders. To his chagrin though, everything he asked for came, even the odd styling he had requested for his eggs and the substitutions he had added in just to spite her. It was still a good omelette and flapjacks, but he had shot himself in the foot asking for only egg whites and goat cheese. While he was wringing his hair out for what he should ask next, one of his pulled out, fluttering onto the fluffy omelette as he smiled, ready to test their mettle properly.

"Excuse me!"

His waitress didn't respond at first, his voice getting louder as he waved her over.

"EXCUSE ME MISS!"

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly stomped towards him, groaning through her teeth, "What's the problem now sir..."

Mark gave a cartoonish flourish as he extended the dish for inspection.

"It seems this fine piece of culinary work has been marred by... what's this? A hair? A... black hair? One of your bangs perhaps?"

He didn't hear the slight click of teeth grinding as his waitress sighed under her breath, a clear decision being made as she cut off his complaining.

"Sorry, anything this... important has to be brought up with my manager. Let me take you there, you'll get the special treatment you deserve."

Mark was taken off guard by how easy that went all things considered, and this was the first time he had been willingly taken to a manager without him bringing it up first. Though it was a bit strange how expansive the inner workings were as they stepped through the kitchen, hallways meandering in ways that made no sense for such a compact building, the plaster giving way to stone as the server opened up a sturdy, black door. To Mark's confusion, there was no one there, just unused aprons and name tags, a shift board on the far wall with red magic marker with circles over empty gaps and a bright red "2 servers still needed" in a darker tone than the rest. It was only when it was too late that he noticed his server with a name tag with the pin open, her left hand grabbing his shoulder as she pinned it into his shirt and through his right nipple before clasping it as blood pooled into the white patch.

"AGHH YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'M GOING TO SUE THE SHIT O-OOOOWWWWT O-O-UGH!"

The drips of blood stemmed fast from the throbbing nipple, Mark unable to see as the blank name tag gained in red cursive a name as an apron flung off the shelves and wrapped around him, a chilly energy surging inside as the name "MARY" bled into being.

Mark felt weak, trembling as he knocked against one of the cabinets, struggling with the apron, groaning as weird feelings continued to assault his nipple. The thick cloth of the apron wasn't deterred by his struggles in the slightest, the back straps necklacing behind him as the front clasped over his junk, beginning to grind against it as he found himself getting hard despite his confused horror while the server just looked on bored.

"Well this'll take a few minutes I think. At least I have someone to cover me for Halloween now. Anyways uh... Mary huh? Try not to take too long. We do actually have customers that aren't douche nozzles to serve."

Mark was going to kill her once he stopped whatever this was, feeling ashamed as he moaned, the edges of the apron flicking the name tag as the pain started feeling strangely good to him, each flick sending a throb in his nipple as the flesh behind it grew. He almost regained his footing when a second stab hit the other one, his knees buckling at the sudden stab of pleasure and pain. Scared of what it could have been, his rushed attempt to open his shirt tore the collar off, the neck of his shirt now jagged as bits were unraveling before his eyes, giving him a clear look at something that made no sense. His right was still stabbed like a finger food, but his left had a silvery piercing, an inverted star on the bulb as it looked puffy and red.

The view let him watch as in aroused horror as each second made the flesh behind rise, a bit asymmetrically given the right's head start, but the pleasure of his growing breasts added to the numb buzz, hairs and tan fading from his nipples as milky epicenters as the flesh became porcelain in shade and clarity. Mark would have likely kept staring dumbly at it if the detached collar didn't suddenly strangle him, tightening to a black choker with silver adornments, clinking as his moans rose to a girly quiver as it choked the masculinity from him.

The straps of the apron were getting tighter, the middle ones slithering around in opposite directions like snakes gripping their prey, completing a full loop with length to spare as they loosely knotted in large, lazy loops, tightening bit by bit until they were snug around his waist. And then they kept going. His moans turned to squeals as a meaty crunch joined the sounds, one hand trying to loosen the choker, the other desperately fumbling with the knot to loosen it, each tug squeezing his insides as his sides curved more with every tightening pull. His fingers quickly grew caught in it, the tips lengthening as he tried to free them, grunting as the nails bled a little, the red splotches fading to pink polish as yet more milky skin crawled up his hand, shrinking and softening everything it touched as it began feminizing his arm to untanned perfection.

It was getting harder to resist, the numbing buzz mixing with pleasure to great effect as more moans than curses left his lips, the plunging neckline revealing more of his paling pallor as the straps tugged between shoulder blades. It was painful for a bit, his moans coming out hoarse and struggled as pressure ramped up, the straps digging harshly into the muscle, but when the pale color overran his tan, all at once it snapped into pleasure, his body spasming as both shoulders rounded, turning over as Mark found his breasts squeezed against the floor, the feeling of pressure and ecstasy building as he gave a troubled moan before cumming hard.

"Ugh, gross. You're definitely mopping up when it's done Mary."

A small puddle was flowing from his cock, just below the hem of the apron as it ate through his pants, more of his unimpressive thighs revealed as his shifting only aggravated his nipples further. It definitely wasn't helping that his sides were now slim, all that squeezed out mass surging into two milky, large tits as the paleness now covered him from abs to chin, his eyes rolling back as fat rushed down.

"Ohhhhh godddd~!"

Pure thickness was filling his bottoms, his jeans restitching, opening up at the bottoms as checker patterns crisscrossed over the forming skirt. The two unneeded strips of zippers peeled off the pleats, sliding down to his thighs as the metal turned leathery, two matching thigh belts locking loosely above the pant legs as the latter merged into his socks. There was a loud snap as the front of the apron finished tying itself taut, his spine cricking into a proper feminine s, his ass now posed upwards as his breasts squeezed into the floor harder. Fat bubbled up like a cursed bog's remnants reaching the surface, the flesh rippling as it was spanked internally, muscle splitting and melting into the rising plushness as the loose bands felt tighter as that creamy fat surged into his thighs.

"OHHH FUUUUUUUUCK! AH M-MY C-AAAAWWWK~!"

It was being squeezed between the growing girth, slid around as cum was drained like a cream pipette for one of their seasonal specialties. Please try our spooky pancake- Strands of his hair were beginning to grow, the nape of his neck paled as it took the long way around his face. As more strands slid past his shoulders, more thoughts of specials and being a waitress sprouted in his mind, not that Mark noticed given the godly thighjob his body was dishing out to him. It all just felt too good to handle, his legs clad in black stockings, his shirt thinning to a shimmery black material as his balls felt strangled, squirming in the sack as they sunk inside.

The server took a few steps to the side, sighing as she watched the spray of cum dilute to a watery mix, tapping her boots as she started checking her phone.

"Could you hurry it up Mary? I still have two tables to serve. Besides that guy's a wimp. How hard could it be to take over? You better not take this long to log orders when we get out there or upper management's going to kill me."

"S-Stop c-haaalling m-me MaaareEEEEE~!"

Every time that name was repeated a growing voice in his mind would rise in volume, telling him to always give a proper goth attitude when saying your name to let the customer feel comfortable and know that in- This time his own body interrupted the corporate speak, his hips bucking as one of his balls suddenly deflated, slipping down a widening chasm as his hips spread apart to welcome the shift in anatomy like she'd be doing to the new customers that enter their establi-

"NOOOOO STTTTAAAAWWWP!"

The other one was taking its time, a bit of suction rising as it was pulled into the widening shaft, clear fluids stemming the flow from his cock as more cum and disobedience spilled out the lips slurping on his remaining ball. The leggings were nearly done reshaping his legs, his contours curved, knees triangulated, each toe squashed into black pumps that bore down until their contents were as stylish and gothy as they were. The only thing his old color left on his body was his cock and even that was starting to pale, the base of it turning milkier than the batter used to make their classic pancakes with extra-

SLLSSH

At this point Mark could feel his mind changing, bending under corporate demands, merging with the wants of a boss he only vaguely knew, screaming blissful nothings as an inch of his cock squashed inside with a gooey gurgle.

"P-Please I-I'm sorry d-HOOOOOn't l-let me lose my UUUUUNGH!"

Each length of paleness that climbed his cock made the muscle soften, the whole shaft squashing like pancake batter, each spike in ecstasy enforcing how good she had to be to each and every customer and treat them with the utmost respect, or disrespect if that's the character she chose, though the orders must always come out-"

His cock was half gone, Mark's mind on the verge of collapse as the server sighed, moving over towards him as he hoped she'd undo this wonderful training seminar.

"Let's hurry this up."

"Wh-What are you- AHHHHHHH~!"

The server had one of her pens out, using it to shove his cock in faster while she pulled Mark's hair with the other hand, repeating in bursts of three, "Mary Mary Mary."

It was like some kind of perverted heaven, each utterance making his jaw tremble as it shrank, his teeth gnawing at his lips as he struggled to hold on, the dark blood that welled up smearing as the cuts quickly healed, swelling to plump lips as they smacked the blood into a crimson lipstick.

Mary

His cheeks were pulling together, his thoughts incoherent mixes of panic and sloganeering. He needed to escape, he needed to cum, she needed to serve table 7 to help her bestie with the lunch rush.

Mary

His critical mind was failing, tears welling up as his forehead scrunched inwards, perfectly plucked eyebrows atop eyelashes powdered in mascara. He couldn't stop thinking about serving, welcoming, dealing with annoying customers like that douche earlier. W-Wait wasn't he that douche? No h-he wasn't a... he was just wasting servers’ valuable time and tipping poorly. No one wanted to hear his thoughts were important! W-Weren't they? Everyone loved to read his dark poetry on yelp. No his reviews on goth bands... H-He was Mark he was mark she was Mar- Ma-, um-

Mary

"OHHHHHhhhhh~!"

The last of her identity bled out her eyes, just in time as her cock slid past the point of no return. She squealed and came as she felt it retreat to a dark, hidden grotto, trying to compose imagery as the orgasm rattled through her, a pussy as virginal as the fresh dirt on a recent headstone plowing deep inside till it scraped something in the back, one last gush of release spilling out as Mary was left panting from the experience, moaning as two weeks worth of corporate messaging and training rushed in, her bestie Layla already rushing back to work after fetching a mop.

"Clean up after yourself then help me okay?"

It was the usual bullshit the rest of the day. Angry customers, a rush when classes ended nearby as impatient students demanded snappier service, and Mary had that big spill in the backroom to take care of to start with. She'd be more upset if Layla hadn't taken the wallet of that prick who had dined and dashed earlier, throwing the rest away as they both decided it wasn't worth wasting half an afternoon talking with cops when they had the money. She was the picture of service during it though, her natural love for all things morbid occasionally leading to some awkward conversations, but on the whole she was a great server and made sure to read out every house special like it was written by Edgar Allen Poe. She was always taking note of any assholes, though thankfully no one was being rude enough to require the owner's "special service." She couldn't imagine how embarrassing that'd be to watch, Layla probably the better person for any "hiring issues."

When her shift was over it was pretty late and she was exhausted, taking five garbage bags to the dumpster as she heard a whistle from the adjoining dumpster, a cute, petite girl in a hooters outfit smiling at her with her own garbage bags in tow.

"Oh are you new too? Mmm I'd looove to catch a bite at your place if you were my server."

Their voice was lower than Mary expected, every word dripping with tease as they eyed her up and down, Mary feeling oddly okay with it, even if she wasn't all that into girls.

"Apologies, but uh..."

"Jack."

She paused, throwing her trash bags into the dumpster.

"Is that short for Jackie or Jacklyn? Either way I'm not into girls."

With a wink she threw her own bags aside, revealing a large erection cupped in a latex speedo, the femboy grinning as he winked and said, "Nope! And great to hear! I guarantee my place's special'll fill you up."

She eyed his package, then smiled back.

"Well... once I sign out, why don't you tell me more about this special..."