Pizza Gob: Custom Order (Patreon)

Always more demand for Pizza Thot and the fantasy spinoff Pizza Gob. Since it was spawned in Gobtober, thought I’d finish up a piece in the same setting.

Checking in with Grill and PB this time. I liked Grill being a throwaway joke more than anything in this, because she’s definitely one of the least horny of the bunch. Good at her job, but it’s a job to her and she’s normally comfier in the kitchen. PB, meanwhile, was one of the hardest to pinpoint as a monster. A headless horseman thing was too easy, and I considered a masked oni thing for a bit before realizing that didn’t have much I could work with. PB’s vagueness finally came through as I realized a shapeshifter was perfect for that.

As usual, characters from www.patreon.com/amagato and goblin Boss/Pizza Gob idea from https://twitter.com/wasabi_nuclear

For those adventurous enough to enter the former dungeon, Pizza Gob had something for just about everyone. The place went from a novelty to a genuine attraction as customers came back more and more. Word soon spread that their fried roc wings, wide selection of ales, and assortment of tits in all sizes and colors (from green to gray) couldn’t be beat.

“You rang?” Grill asked as the grim cook loomed over one of the tables. She folded her arms over her impressive tits, squashing them back behind her pale and beefy arms.

Unlike most of the staff, Grill passed for a human at a glance. That was because she was, once, before supernatural forces brought her back as a zombie. Stitches held her muscular build in place, including a long one running down the middle of her face. She had been guarding a crypt near Pizza Gob before the goblin owner offered her a much nicer gig than waiting to bash adventurers heads in.

“Why yes!” A dwarf with a short, trimmed beard smiled up at the undead amazon from his table.

“I just wanted to say the Crustarito was excellent today. My compliments to the chef!”

“Chef’s the other guy,” Grill said, nodding back towards the pointy-nosed gnome working in the kitchen at the lower prep tables.

“Figure of speech,” the dwarf dismissed. “But as long as I have you here, I was looking for a bit of dessert. Maybe a last minute handjob before I go.”

“That all? Fine.”

The dwarf’s eyes widened with excitement, then furrowed in confusion as Grill rolled up her sleeve. Near the middle of her bulging bicep was a set of metal clasps holding her arm together. She briefly fiddled with them before she wrenched her forearm free, letting it wiggle its fingers despite being detached from her body.

“Knock yourself out,” Grill said as she casually, tossing her arm onto the seat next to the dwarf.

“I only need the one arm to cook anyway.”

The dwarven man watched in surprise as she turned and walked back towards the kitchen. He was about to ask more questions when Grill’s arm dragged itself over and tapped him on the thigh. He looked down at the pale arm with its blackened nails as it snapped its fingers impatiently.

“Sorry, what do…? Can you even hear me?” he asked, realizing he was addressing the arm itself.

The hand flashed him an “okay” sign before the detached arm pounced and grabbed his pants. A firm flick of its fingers undid his button so it could shove its way inside, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke and squeeze firmly. Her forearm alone had the strength to jerk him off roughly and rapidly, leaving him moaning in his seat.

“Hey, could I get a titjob with this shake?!” a goblin called from his table as the rest of Grill went walking by.

“Sure. I’m just gonna need a second to take these things off...”

While Grill unstitched her top and breasts alike, a long-legged and curvy creature strode past her. She wore an ornately patterned iron helmet with a visor that depicted a ferocious-looking oni. She carried a few boxes of pizza on one hand, a forked tail flicking through her pants behind her rounded booty. Some dark red skin close to the color of dried blood was visible at her upper arms and clawed hands.

Boss stepped in behind her and pulled on the tail like a service bell. It perked up and suddenly shrank back into Phasberia’s (or PB for short) pants.

“Hey, PB? Can you help out a couple at table 2?” she prompted.

“On delivery,” the masked woman replied.

PB turned towards the nearby wall and tapped on a hidden panel. The wall swung open to a portal that had once been used as an escape route by the previous owners. She stepped into it and emerged not five seconds later.

“And done. Right this way.”

She led a human couple to a nearby table and passed out their menus. They sat down on either side while the woman eyed PB curiously.

“So what are you? A demon? A tiefling? If it’s not too rude to ask. We don’t see a lot of monsters in our parts...”

PB shrugged. She tipped up her helmet and revealed a human-looking face with some carefully applied makeup around its sharp features.

“Depends. What did you want me to be?” she purred.

PB winked at the woman and there was a strange ripple of purple light across her face. It shifted it into orcish features with a short, braided beard. Another flash and she was a pointy-nosed gnome. Only her face changed with each turn as she cycled through a few of her favorites. Doppelgangers could become anyone they’d seen, and with as many customers as Pizza Gob got, she had quite a gallery at her disposal.

PB sat on the edge of the table, just for her hips to expand and her skin to darken. Even her clothing changed to accommodate her changing figure, one of many perks of working at a place like Pizza Gob. With a soft bouncing noise, a thick and fluffy tail poked right through her pants.

“Don’t mind me. Just part of the menu,” PB said with a soft smile.

The humans shared glances, their mutual excitement for the shapeshifting sexworker apparent and obvious. But first things first.

“We’ll have the Second-Breakfast Pizza Combo. Split between us,” the woman said, giving her partner a confirming look. “And a couple of Bronzebarrels.”

“Coming right up. Go ahead and think up who you’d like to spend your spare time with while you wait,” PB intoned.

She scribbled down their order as she slid her thick ass back off their table. She went up to the kitchen area and left their meal ticket with the rest of them. PB kept a casual eye on her customers, waiting until the couple finished talking urgently amongst themselves before she circled back to the table.

“Decided on what you’d like for your appetizer?” PB asked, casually shifting her build into a sleek elven figure like a refreshing temptation for her guests.

“Well, sort of,” the man replied. “I was thinking of some dragonborn ass…”

“Got just the thing,” the doppelganger noted casually.

“But she was looking for something more like an orc cock,” the man went on, indicating his partner.

PB pursed and tapped her lips, thinking for a moment.

“Okay. I can work with those.”

“You can?” the woman asked, looking confused.

PB smiled and crooked a finger, drawing the female human onto the table. She slid up there with a slightly eager smile on her face. She spread her legs expectantly so the shapeshifter had access up her skirt as she pleased.

PB shut her eyes and took a calming sigh before her body morphed again. Her body bulked up as she took on an orcish male form. The heavyset body came with a slight gut and a thick green shaft to match. Her face shifted to the same thick-featured looks. A mane of pink hair sprang from her head, followed by a set of back-curling horns. She peeled off her top as some dark red scales sprouted across them along with a small pair of vestigial wings. A scaly tail poked out from her rapidly widening ass as she looked nearly split in half when viewed from the side, but perfectly distinct if viewed from head on or behind.

“That work for you?” she asked casually, an adrogynously low and smoky voice purring past her lips.

It clearly did the trick as the man climbed onto the sturdy wooden table with them. He felt up the big dragonborn buns before pulling down PB’s pants, feeling the scaly but smooth flesh for himself. He took out and started to rub his cock against her ass, enjoying the occasional interruption of PB’s tail brushing against his shaft.

His humping from behind made it easy for PB to lean forward, offering up her draconic ass while sliding her orcish dick inside her. The woman gasped loudly as PB felt her tense up around the already tight-fitting cock. With a subtle afterthought, the doppelganger shrank back the width a few centimeters so she could finish sliding it fully inside. Her freshly formed balls slapped against the human woman’s ass in a way that clearly got her writhing and moaning for more.

As she leaned forward, the common question people had about dragonborn was quickly answered. When PB would pull back between thrusts, her raised hips would offer up a warm and wet pussy to the male of the couple. He wasn’t too concerned how much was PB and how much of it was the two races merged together when it came to her genitalia, so he gladly stuffed his cock into her slit.

PB let out a low and sultry moan as she was penetrated from behind. It felt great to begin with, but as she got used to the pace and length of his humping she silently adjusted her junk. Much like her resizing her dick for the sake of the woman, she slightly tightened up her pussy and lowered her clit so that he bumped up against it perfectly. She let out a low hum of pleasure as her lusty twitching made her dick pump harder into his partner. She leaned in closer, burying the woman with her bulky orcish body. Her muscular arms wrapped her up and drew her into a soft and teasing kiss while her dragonic ass cheeks clapped against her boyfriend’s lap. The dragon tail wrapped around his waist, giving him a small tug to go with each thrust inside her and make him fuck her a little harder.

PB’s strong arms slid under the woman’s tip, forcing it over her head in a couple firm tugs. She gladly raised her arms to let PB strip her down to nothing as she plowed her into the table, making even the sturdy piece of furniture rattle with her force of the threesome.

PB’s rather calm eyes fluttered suddenly as she realized she’d gotten a bit over her head, but she was happy to have done so. Her balls tightened and swelled as they tingled between the woman’s thighs, busting a thick load inside her. The orcish balls were packing plenty as the freshly formed semen caked her insides.

At the same time, her pussy tightened and squirted over the man’s cock. She was struggling to keep up mentally with her double orgasm as they kept humping away at her various sex organs. PB let out a long and passionate cry, her voice reaching high peaks before warping into a low rumble. It warped as she went through a countless array of voices as she gripped the woman tightly, emptying her assorted junk into them.

She gave another shudder as the two came shortly after. The human boy jizzed his load deep into her dragonborn pussy while the woman squirted over her orc cock. She was briefly grateful to have the extra orc muscle put on as she held herself up without collapsing on her customers.

“Talk about a two for one special huh?” the man sighed behind her. He left his cock soaking in their mixed juices for a moment before slowly pulling out. His partner laughed dizzily while PB just chuckled softly out of politeness.

“Glad you liked. I’ll go tidy up and get the main course for you, if that’s alright.”

“You were more of the main course if anything,” the woman laughed listlessly as she started replacing her clothes.

PB winked at them before she went back towards the employees only area. There was an open space before it went to either the kitchen, register, employee lounge or showers, so sometimes the employees would linger and loiter there. PB wasn’t paying them much attention until she felt a firm slap on her ass. She barley raised an eyebrow before looking over her shoulder.

“Watch it with that thing, hon!” Honey barked out playfully. The dragonborn girl stepped in beside PB, dropping off her order slip while bumping her identical hips into the doppelganger’s. It was clear where PB had borrowed her draconic booty from.

“That ass’ got me in a lotta trouble. But if you’re gonna be makin’ tips by copyin’ my booty, I better get a cut of that action.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” PB smiled calmly as she nodded to her partially identical coworker.