[TG] Coffee Shop Consequences (Patreon)

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A Spiritual successor to ‘Pumpkin, Spice and Everything Nice’

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To say Tanner was pissed off would be an understatement.

Things at his gym had been getting worse and worse over the last few months but today was the last straw. It had started with spin classes being added to the roster, then zumba, then pilates and then finally today, when he'd shown up for his usual workout he found the area filled to the brim with soccer moms and their prams, all lining up for "baby yoga". The gym had been a sacred place of masculinity and now the bloody Karens and their squawking spawn had taken even that from him.

So, when he walked into the coffee shop across the street, he was none to pleased to see even more middle-aged women with prams. Biting the inside of his cheek he waited in line, mentally wincing each time a baby babbled and was met with cries and claps from the idiot ladies sitting nearby. Unable to tune it out, he was subjected to their ceaseless prattling.

"I keep telling him cream and eggshell are different colours but does he listen? At this rate the living room will look worse after the redecoration than when I started!"

"Stacey's team is doing so well but frankly, the other mothers are dragging their feet. I'm always the one bringing the orange slices."

"Oh, there he goes kicking again!"

Seriously? Were these women's lives so empty and dull that they didn't have anything better to talk about? Tanner was about ready to burst, fortunately there was only one other woman in front of him, though she was taking her sweet time.

"I can only afford one treat coffee a week." She sighed, "Doctors orders, have to limit my caffeine intake. It's so hard to just pick one."

The women rubbed at her pregnant belly, the sight made Tanner feel sick.

"Maybe I could order while you decide?" He suggested through clenched teeth.

"Oh no, I'll just be one extra second, now, whipped cream or no..."

Tanner felt the pressure explode.

"For fucks sake woman, it's not my fault you can't drink more coffee 'cause you're knocked up! Just pick something or let me order!"

"How dare you speak to a pregnant woman like that!" She gasped, "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"Oh wow, you're pregnant, so are thousands of other women. Suck it up. You're not special."

The barista raised an eyebrow at him as she worked.

"Jeez, two in one day." She mumbled, seemingly to herself as she fixed a drink. "I think I'll send this one to another timeline to learn his lesson..."

Kook.

"You have no idea what it's like!" God, now the preggo had tears in her eyes, "All I wanted was a nice treat for myself and you're spoiling it."

The barista cut in before Tanner could reply, handing him a cup of black coffee and laying her free palm against the woman's shoulder.

"I'll handle him. Take your time."

"You're gonna 'handle' me?" He smirked, "I'd like to see you try."

He snatched up the cup, eager to be out of here. He could have been wrong but he swore he heard the barista whispering under her breath.

"I already have."

He rolled his eyes, let her think that; deep down they both knew he'd won handily. He pushed open the door, taking a sip of his coffee and sighing with relief; this is exactly what he needed after such a stressful morning. Once he'd finished his drink and blown off some steam, he could worry about finding a new gym. A proper one this time; where men could lift weights without having to listen to awful new age music while a bunch of pregnant women did breathing exercises. He'd seen flyers about advertising one opening in that new mall not too far from here; as good a place to start as any.

All of a sudden, a wave of dizziness washed over him and he almost lost his balance, only righting himself at the last second. Thankfully, he didn't spill his drink. How strange, what could have bought that on?

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

"Fine." He shrugged, giving the man a nod, how embarrassing.

It was only a second later, when he had continued a ways down the street that he realised his helper had called him 'ma'am'. Dude must have bad eye sight, nobody would mistake a guy with his sort of muscles for a woman. Oh well, no point in correcting him now. Tanner continued on, taking a sip of his honey almond milk latte; so sweet and tasty, just what he was craving. It gave him just the pick me up he needed to refocus on what was important, the gym.

Hopefully this new place in the mall would suit him, though he might need to leave completing a set for a day or two. All of a sudden, his back was aching something fierce and the idea of lifting weights wasn't so appealing. Now that he thought about it, his chest was sore too. Looking down he saw his swollen pecs and stopped for a moment, they seemed...strange somehow. Bigger and rounder than they should have been. He almost looked like he had cleavage but that couldn't possibly be the case.

He did need to lose weight though, he could feel his round ass bouncing as he walked, his panties were stretched thin and provided no support. Perhaps he should stop by the lingerie shop on the way home and pick out some new items. Normally he didn't like clothes shopping all that much but for some reason today he found the idea really appealing. As luck would have it, there was a boutique sporting plus sizes clothing in its window right ahead. With a blank smile he finished the last of his drink and walked in, enjoying the lavender scent in the air.

"Can I help you?" A kind looking sales clerk greeted him.

"I've put on some weight recently." He couldn't stop an embarrassed giggle from escaping, "I need a bit more support for my curves."

"I can see, that often happens when you're expecting." The woman nodded knowingly, "our maternity section is right down here, follow me."

Tanner placed a hand on his swollen belly in though, maternity section, what a strange thing to offer him of all people. Still, if the clothing fit that was the important thing, right?

"You undress and I'll bring you something." The clerk nodded, waving him into the changing room.

Obediently Tanner began to strip, struggling to get the high waisted jeans over his fat rump. He grimaced, holding up the stretched shirt and bra, it really was time for some new clothes. Now that they were off, he could feel just how tight they'd been, he rubbed at his sore breasts absentmindedly while waiting.

"Here." The lady returned, completely unperturbed by his nakedness. "This has lovely stretching material and you can unhook it in the front for feeding when bub arrives!"

"Oh, how darling." Tanner’s voice was breathy and high with excitement. For a second, he doubted whether or not he needed a bra but then dismissed the notion. Of course, he needed a bra with breasts this large.

With the lady's help he hooked it up, sighing with relief as the soft padding supported the weight, it even helped with his back pain a little. He smiled down, noting the little flower shaped button that unhooked the bra sitting between the cups; what a convenient feature. As he slid on his new underwear, a pair that fully covered his swollen ass, Tanner couldn’t help but think he was forgetting something, something important.

“Now, how about something to go over the top, your old clothes look like they’ve seen better days.” The clerk’s words didn’t have any malice in them, only concern. “My name’s Rose by the way, yourself?”

“Tan…” He blinked, a strange haze coating his mind and for a second he couldn’t remember before suddenly it snapped in place, “Tracey! Gods, the baby brain is so bad today, I nearly forgot my own name!”

“It happens, dear.” The clerk smiled, handing her a folded dress, “Is this your first?”

That’s what she’d been forgetting!

“No, my daughter is six.” She hummed happily, “I have to go pick her up from soccer practice soon, once I am done with my jobs.”

That reminded her, she had to pick up a few oranges on the way, her daughters team worked so hard they deserved a little treat. Carefully, she unfolded the dress, relishing the soft feeling of the fabric beneath her fingers. The material was stretchy, a dark grey and patterned with blue roses. It felt divine sliding down her body, the material seemed to fit perfectly to her swollen curves and belly without making her look bloated. It was so refreshing, to feel beautiful again. Admiring herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but smile; she looked pretty as the pictures you saw in those magazines at the checkout; curvy without looking fat. Not like some of the other mums at the soccer pitch who looked like they’d never even heard of a salad.

Tracey, unlike those less suited to motherhood, took her appearance seriously. The fact that she had gone this long without a new outfit was frankly outrageous, she was disappointed in herself. If she didn’t set a good example, who would? She had a daughter to think about after all, not to mention number two on the way.

“This is just perfect.” Tracey beamed, “I’ll take it.”

“No problem, if you’ll just get changed back, I will scan the items.”

“Is that really necessary?” Tracey scoffed, “Just take the tags and scan them.”

“Oh well, procedure is-“

“Look, I am in a hurry here and you’re getting a lot of money off me from this outfit.” Tracey said matter-o-factly, “Here, I’ll do the hard work for you.”

She reached up behind the dress and ripped off the tag, placing it in the clerk’s hand before she shooing her out while she put her shoes back on. Despite her helpfulness, the clerk had a sour look on her face when she paid. Honestly, some people, didn’t they know the customer was always right? And she’d just made a good sale, some people were just too hard to please.

Tracey made a mental note while paying to leave a review of the boutique later when she got home. The service had been adequate after all but she'd certainly be docking a star or two for that sour display at the end; people who work in customer service shouldn't be so spoiled and sour when they were given gentle advice. Being rude to customers was unacceptable, especially pregnant ones. The little one gave a kick in solidarity.

Stepping back out into the street Tracey made her way toward the mall, enjoying how people made way for her and her bump. As they well should. When she finally arrived at the new gym, she was delighted to see the curvy, purple font across the doorway proudly proclaiming it a facility exclusively for women. Finally, she would be able to enjoy her maternity yoga classes in peace without a bunch of smelly muscle bros jamming out to loud rock music.

Gyms were supposed to be about wellness were they not? She hated how vain men used them as an excuse to get all sweaty while looking like somebody stuffed watermelons under their skin. She glanced over at the clock just above the schedule display and smiled widely. She had just enough time to fit in a quick yoga session before picking up her daughter and heading home to make dinner.