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Down Bad Down Under(Tomboy Tg)
🕑 Added 2023-08-31 02:47:38 +0000 UTC
"Hey! Found it yet I don't got all day kay?!"
"I... I just... need a, um s-second."
Paul's server rolled her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently inside the bustling restaurant. He wasn't exactly the fastest guy in general, Paul's portly figure sweating something fierce under the frustrated gaze of the muscled cutie, his large digits fumbling through his pockets for his wallet. People were starting to stare as she crossed her arms, her attitude radiating annoyance as he checked the same pocket for a third time.
"I swear I brought it with me I just..."
It was a meme restaurant, his local Outback Steakhouse chasing a trend over the last few months with its focus on tomboys only hiring. All of that didn't sound legal from Paul's perspective, but who was he to complain about cute spunky girls in tight outfits serving him with sass and attitude? He had been eyeing it for months now, but of course the one time he actually worked up the courage to go, he had forgotten his wallet. Worse he had racked up quite a bill with his meal and a few other servers were congregating around the increasingly public show.
"Erm... I think I... might have uh... left it in my... car."
That set off the crowd of servers, disgusted gasps and prods accompanying their annoyance as they pushed him out of the booth and onto his feet.
"Alright I heard enough."
"Obviously a dine and dasher."
"I don't think he could dash given how slow he was speaking."
"Hurry up! You're slowing down our busy period! Get moving go go go!"
Even with their pushing it took two minutes to get him past the flap doors and into the kitchen, the servers all getting increasingly handsier as they walked him into the very back where similarly energetic girls were cooking and working the whole kitchen a frenetic scene of chaos. And all of it screeched to a halt when his server yelled, "TOMBOY SAUCE! EXTRA STRENGTH!" All eyes were on Paul as the staff smirked and advanced as a unit, surrounding him fully.
Paul looked confused as two of the chefs brought over a bubbling pot of bright red sauce. Did they want him to clean it out or something? What even was Tomboy-
"Alright girls lets add another to the roster. Our sauce is guaranteed to put some pep in our new server's step!"
Before he knew it his main server had dipped her hand in, shoving a fist full of it into Paul's mouth as the surprise force feed made him swallow.
It burned, like ghost peppers soaked in mace, his throat boiling as his tongue spasmed, accidentally licking the server's fingers clean as more intense heat filled his head. He gagged from the heat, his groans sounding strained and husky as his skin erupted into fits of sweat, his nose leaking as his eyes twitched under the fiery heat spreading deep in his guts. The other tomboys were giggling as they rubbed against his body, poking and prodding as his heart struggled under all the stress and pressure. He sneezed, the sensation of something jettisoning out there even if nothing left his nose, the force of it shrinking it down to a cute nub, his jowls and flabby face sucked in one fluid motion down to something much slimmer. His eyes stung from the sweat soaking his brow, the clear fluids smeared with something black as the color leeched from his hair.
"Wh-Whaaaht is this? Nngh ooh something's- GRRKH!"
Another heave flattened his throat, the raw spicy flavor settling in his chest, eyes watering as they angled, the constant prodding and giggles of the other tomboy servers making him feel lost in the crowd as his features crunched and shifted. Adrenaline raced through him, yet he was helpless under all the fit girls toying with him, his bleaching hair going from greasy to wild as locks clung into silky blades, a cowlick flicking up as his bangs spilled down. Even his confused groans sounded a lot cuter coming from his flattened throat, spunky cries gaining a pleased lilt as his server dipped her hands back in the pot before spanking his ass.
Paul's sweats were slathered in the red sauce, the girls spreading it around as the red soaked into the black fabric, its stretchy waistband melting the elastic, transferring that elasticity to the cloth as it joined the other girls in squeezing him. Some of the girls were tugging on the waist, stretching it back before letting it snap back, Paul's girlish shriek accenting the disintegration of his pants' legs as it snapped into a pair of matching red latex short shorts. He didn't understand what was happening, the pain and roughness exciting him, the heat in his heart making it start to thump faster and harder as it felt like molten lava was flooding his veins. Hairs burnt away on his exposed legs, the elastic hiding little as his cock pushed against the tight latex.
"Alright lets work off that debt!"
Under all this heat he was being smothered by strong feminine gropes, his sweaty form thinning as they squeezed his arms and legs, a few adventurous girls gripping his balls as Paul felt something shift and give. He couldn't get the words out to beg them to stop, just a slurry of vowels lost in girlish moans as his body was rubbed smooth, his balls making two wet puckers as clear fluids gushed down his cutoffs. They were kneading his stomach, pinching away pounds relentlessly as they played with his belly, moving and compressing fat as the fiery feeling cooked him thoroughly till his skin has a soft caramel sheen. Bones were cracking, his height was dropping, every limb was in blistering pain as muscles dissolved and fat rendered out of his slimming form, so why did it feel so good?
More gushes of sweat came out, his eyes rolling up in his head as the painful reshaping made his heart beat loud enough to feel on his skin, his body shaking with every beat. It was like his insides were being cleaned, his heart an engine being tuned up as his blood flowed hotter, faster, easier, his nipples puckering as each meaty thump in his chest surged out.
It was like he could think faster, really feeling every shift as the girls rounded his shoulders, all his sinking stomach and melting height firming up behind his flabby moobs as his server once more dipped her hands inside the sauce before slapping them over his chest. His eyes rolled up, his sweat sodden shirt dissolving leaving two red cups molded to his chest, straps rolling over his shoulders and under his pits as he let out a strangled squeal.
thmmp thmmp thmmp
So hard to think as they played with his body, Paul feeling rolls of fat either melting away or compressing to muscle, the tomboys chiseling out muscular lines and toned shapes from his flab, the energy infectious as his hips rocked back and forth. His nipples felt so reactive under the tight red bra, scraping the cups, wanting to burst as blood and fat rammed against his cones of misshapen fat.
Thmmp Thmmp Thmmp
Stronger, the ramming was forcing him to grind against the girls up front, their teasing prods and gropes feeling better by the second as his chest firmed up, the bases inflating to perked spheres as he moaned, his cock burning from the constant releases, his guts trembling as they were cleared of all unnecessary elements. He was so close to breaking, to bursting, his back and sides throbbing, his ass sore and thick amidst the spanks and squeezes of the girls, his core officially toned as-
THHMP THMMP THMMP CRNNCH
"YESSSSS~!"
Pauline's curves burst out with a series of meaty crunches, each one making her cock wilt as her brain was filled with hot, refreshed blood, her bra stretched tight to her perky breasts, all her flab and height pounded down to appealingly sporty arms and shoulders, her core thrusting with the defined ridges of someone used to running around all day. She had towered over the girls when they had dragged her in, now she was sinking under them, all their hands groping, shaping, pushing, Pauline squealing as they ushered her into their folds.
They thoroughly finger fucked her all over, the hands shaping her calves, rubbing her feet, reaching inside her spandex to make her ass even perkier as multiple finger poked and fingered around and inside her cock. The server that had brought her in dangled two sauce drenched fingers in front of the almost girl's face, Pauline sucking eagerly as her teeth sharpened, a smug look on her face as she came again and again. Eventually the fingers forced her cock inside, her feet twitching in their dainty forms as she was passed around by the other servers and chefs. It had been years since she had been so energetic, eagerly thrusting against the girl's gropes as she hastened her cock's demise, feeling it pop as a new tomboy server was born.
As quickly as it had started, it ended, all the other girls returning to their work as the pot was brought back to simmer, the servers yelling for new orders as a stunned Pauline was handed a company tank top, her server smacking her on the ass before barking, "Now get back to work! You'll never work off this debt if you dawdle!"
Pauline's body went into autopilot, the poise and energy needed massaged into her muscles, a blush filling her cheeks as she realized how much her body rewarded her for good service as her new slit leaked against the tight spandex. She wanted this, Pauline turned on across her whole body as her customers ogled her, her speech a complete 180 from stuttered slowness to spunky matter of factness as she handed menus out to a party of four.
"W-Welcome to Tomboy Outback Steak House! If you ask me about the strip steak I WILL break your spine."
She wondered if she should be meaner, not wanting too much of a tip, already knowing she was gonna be hitting up her former server once their shifts were over for some fun. She felt confident, sexy and horny beyond belief. With how good this felt, it'd be a shame if her trip down under only lasted a few weeks. She could get used to this...
