I hear about a new local diner thatโs supposed to have the best food on this side of the country. The sheep girl who told me about might have been a little suspicious, actually, but Iโm too tempted by the idea of finally getting a good burger that I still go to check it out.
โWe call this one the Full Barnyard,โ says the busty cowgirl waitress, as she points out the All You Can Eat option on the menu. Sheโs literally a cow girl, wearing a tight little waitress uniform that shows off the bulge of both her tits and her udder. I try not to look, and instead notice the other waitresses. A big-bootied chicken, a goat wearing cowboy boots. Cute theme. I order her suggestion without really looking at it, so drawn in by the sights and smells.
About an hour later, Iโve had one of each of their signature burgers โ the mushroom one, the fish one, all of them. I shouldโve been suspicious by the time she brought out the eighth and last one, but they had all tasted so good it didnโt occur to me. At this point, my gut is fighting my pants, wanting so bad to bust out and fill my lap, but I barely even feel less hungry. Iโve had an order of fries with every one of them, too! By the end of the next hour, Iโve had all their salads, which didnโt do much to alleviate my rumbling, bloated stomach, Every time I lick a plate clean, that waitress is back, smiling cheekily as she puts down another plate of food. I wish sheโd just shove it down my throat herself, then facefuck me with her surely-milky tits to wash it down. But I can tell - she likes teasing me.
My clit stands straight up at that revelation, making my jeans audibly stretch, so close to giving out.
The sun has gone down and everyone else has left the diner, but I donโt really notice, too busy slurping down a last slice of pizza. Everything is so greasy and slides down my throat so easily. The other waitresses are cleaning and closing, while the cow watches me closely, making sure I donโt miss a crumb.
My stomach shudders and rumbles, and I clap my hand to my muzzle as I unexpectedly belch. My nipples squirt when I do. My gut groans again and my pants give up, popping like a balloon as my gargantuan slut-gut bloats out over the edge of the bench onto the floor. My clit immediately sleeves itself in a soft pocket of my own fat, which makes me cum all over my stomach. I burp again.ย โPardon me.โ
โYou enjoying the food, sugar?โ says the goat, who leans on my table. The lightest application of weight pushes it down on my lardbag and makes me gasp and groan. Milk is freely flowing out of my tits, now, all over the table, but neither of the other waitresses seem too worried about cleaning it up.
โS-so good,โ I groan.
โYou still up for dessert?โ
I nod enthusiastically. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the diner window โ anyone walking past would see me. Just your average goth chick with a disproportionately huge, swollen, waterbed of a fat gut filling all available space in front of her. Then I notice my ears. And my nose. And the beginnings of six more tits growing along my body. Thereโs a fourth waitress, now, too โ I immediately recognize her as the sheep that recommended the place to me.
โWe were missing a pig,โ she explains, then dumps a milkshake down my throat. My stomach gurgles and churns, and each of the other waitresses take turns doing the same, and when theyโre all done the cow does just as Iโd fantasized โ she pulls her tits from her shirt and forces both nipples down my throat.
Soooo much milk. The other waitresses pull the table out of the booth area.
My gut sloshes over, enveloping the bench across from me. I cum again, the bench beneath me and the underside of my milkbag absolutely soaked in squirt. My new tits have begun to triple in size to match my original pair, and I can feel hog-hair growing all over my body, my own hair turning into a mane. I can feel a tail wriggling beneath me, and the feel of my hooved feet on the diner floor.
โAw, youโre right, she is a perfect pig,โ said the chicken.
โGet the chef out here,โ says the goat, and the sheep runs off to do so. I gulp another gallon of milk and feel my stomach shudder and wobble like an enormous water balloon full of pudding.
The chef finally reveals herself to me โ a huge draft horse woman, in what I could only describe as a bondage cowboy outfit beneath her apron, and enormous tits testing said apronโs limits. When she sees me she licks her lips, and walks on over.
โI heard that belch earlier. You know thatโs a compliment?โ she says, jostling my gut. I cum, my whole body shuddering back and forth, my clit pumping up against my over-distended, churning stomach.ย โHmmโฆ I think that was a compliment too.โ
I involuntarily snort like a pig, but still canโt say anything, feeling my six new tits beginning to lactate.
โSo what do you say,โ says the chef horse, fondling and squirting each of my tits that she can reach.ย โYou wanna stay on this farm with us? Full-time employee? Every meal is free.โ
I nod, my tongue lolling out between my cute new tusks.
โYou want to be our barnyardโs pig?โ
I nod furiously desperate for what I donโt know. I can feel my cum flowing across my hooves, thereโs so much of it now. Theyโll need to deep clean this booth.
โAlright girlsโฆ welcome her onto the farm,โ says the horse, and the waitresses give a little cheer as they help move me and my big gut so that itโs filling the space in the cleared-out diner floorspace.
They all begin to disrobe, some leaving the aprons on, but all taking their pants off, revealing engorged and throbbing clits and dicks. Iโve barely become adjusted to no longer having food in my gullet when they all begin to fuck my stomach. Itโs so over-inflated and soft that they sink right into it, surrounded by warm and squishy bitchfat, sinking into various folds and filling them with squirt after squirt of pre. My stomach gurgles, and every inch covered in their juice feels so much more sensitive than it did before. Another orgasm is cranked out of my abused, now foot-long clit, trapped in the endlessly-stimulating expanse of my gut. Occasionally one of my eight tits gets in the way, but they make up for it by milking me.ย
It doesnโt take long for my oversized teats to start pumping out thicker cream, spewing titcum like a hose as they get milked. Having two tits cumming at once is mind-bending enough, but having all eight of them wobbling and tit-jizzing all over the place is enough to blank my mind. My waterfalling nipples are what it takes to get off the rest of the girls, as I feel load after load of cum bukkake my gut. It feels so good. So good, all that cum, smearing all over my quivering, gurgling stomachโฆ.
All the girls begin to smear it all over me, making sure nothingโs untouched, grabbing and squeezing handfuls of my belly. Five pairs of hands on me, making my stomach wobble and churn and make those wonderful glorpย sounds. It feels so good. It feels TOO good.
I look at each of them, not sure how to even ask, but they all give me a knowing smirk. I certainly donโt want them to stop, and they donโt, rubbing and bouncing and slapping. I belch a couple times and barely notice, because the warm sloshing heat in my stomach is spreading out, and all I can do is let my tongue loll dumbly over my top set of tits as my stomach begins to jiggle and jerk and slosh on its own accord.
My mind goes completely blank as I gutgasm, my gut taking over my brain as it sloshes with such an overdose of pleasure. All eight of my tits and my pussy cum again at the same time, dousing all the girls in all my types of cum, until Iโm lying there useless, pinned beneath my grotesquely inflated still-shuddering fuckbag of a gut. I squeal like a good little pig.
โEasiest interview ever.โ
