Slobbers (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

WORDS: 7000

Under the guidance of a new owner, a failing restaurant garners a new clientele by turning their waitresses, into obese, gassy slobs. Though a stubborn server named Lynn is hesitant to accept this new management, she soon learns the perks her new position provides.   

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            Lynn’s commute to her place of employment was one filled with annoyed groans at being forced to actually show up. For weeks now, she had grown comfortable with only getting called in on the days when the place looked at least half-alive. It was no secret that the restaurant was failing. There were plenty of factors that contributed to the establishment’s downfall, from mediocre food to an outdated business model. However, Lynn’s own personal belief was that it was because she was the only one of the waitresses that looked even half-decent.

            Driving into the mostly empty parking lot, Lynn made a show of getting out of her car with a flourish of silky smooth, long blonde hair. Though there was no one watching, she certainly attempted to make a show out of how her tight, white tank top tightly cradled her ample bosom. Even if the restaurant was failing, the skimpy jeans shorts around her curvy backside typically got her enough tips to keep herself afloat. Though her perfect hourglass figure completed by her trim waist was a sight to behold, her less than friendly attitude was what usually stood out to her coworkers.

            “Hey, any of you bitches want to tell me why the fuck I had to show up today?” Lynn bluntly called out as she slammed open the front doors.

            “Y-you don’t have to be so rude about it,” Kendra replied as she stood safely behind the counter.

            Eyeing up her coworker, Lynn shot down the remark with a glare. In response, the woman with long, braided black hair took a few steps back. The retreat showed off the small bit of chub around her mid-section that had made her earn Lynn’s ire. Despite the fear in Kendra’s eyes, it didn’t prevent the blonde from leaning over the counter to continue harassing her.

            “You got something to say, fatty?” Lynn asked.

            “Cut it out, bimbo bitch,” casually remarked an apathetic voice.

            The simultaneous boldness and lack of emotion prepared Lynn to stare down the obvious culprit. Waiting for her just a few feet away was Gillian, a woman who was the exact opposite of her in many ways. Of course, there was the fact that the other girl was as skinny as a twig with barely any curves to speak of. If that wasn’t enough, her red hair had been cut short enough so that even the longest strands went barely past her ears. However, the most insulting part for Lynn was the rebellious look on her freckled face that had been a constant barricade for her taking the top waitress spot.

            “You got a lot of nerve speaking up, mosquito-bite tits,” Lynn shouted back, slamming her larger bosom into Gillian.

            “Can we please not fight?” Kendra said from the sidelines. “We want to look the best we can for our new owner.”

            “What new owner?” Lynn asked.

            “For someone who spends so much time looking at their phone, you don’t seem to actually read the messages we send you,” Gillian commented. “Yeah, the deal was struck sometime last week. Our old owner sold us off for cheap. Can’t say I’m surprised considering how much of a money sinkhole this place is.”

            “Hopefully this one will know how to fucking run a business,” Lynn remarked. “Or at the very least, hire some better-looking waitresses.”

            Before Gillian and Lynn could get into another fist fight, they were both stopped by a horrendous odor that drifted into the air. As all three women covered their noses, they became aware of a series of heavy footfalls approaching them. Hearing grunts and gassy expulsions, the trio turned their attention towards the front entrance. Before any of them could consider either opening the door or running out the back, their new owner came bursting into the restaurant.

            “Good afternoon BWOOOOORRRPPP ladies,” belched out the obese woman as she waddled inside.

            The various disagreements the girls shared were silenced as they tried to take in the full sight of the new arrival’s flabby form tightly squeezed into a suit. The business attire looked worse for wear thanks to the multitude of food stains adorning her blue blazer. A black tie around her thick neck made a sorry attempt to cover up her cleavage, but several undone buttons on the top of her undershirt revealed that basketball-sized mammaries were free from any restraining bra. As the woman shuffled closer, her blue dress pants strained to keep the girth of her hips and thighs in check. Upon finally reaching the counter, the woman showed a grin on her greasy face as a blubbery BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP spurted out of her double-wide rear to singe the girls’ nostrils and frazzle her head of unkempt, oily brown hair.

            “A pleasure to meet UUUUURRPP you,” the slobby woman said, offering up her plump, sausage-like fingers for a handshake. “My name is Billie BWOOOOORRPPP Densbert and I’ll be taking the reins on this restaurant.”

            “Er, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Densbert,” Gillian said, keeping her nose clamped with one hand while the other reached out to accept the handshake.

            “Oh please, you can just call me UUUURPPP Billie,” she replied, undeterred by the sight of Gillian trying to wipe her hand clean of the sweat she had gained from the slob’s palm.

            “Not that we don’t appreciate the cough help,” Kendra began, “but I’m sorry to say that you’ve bought us out when we’re not doing so hot. I don’t know if you can save this place.”

            “Chubby has a point,” Lynn commented. “Might as well burn the building down for the insurance money. With your methane it shouldn’t be too hard to blow this building apart.”

            “Well, aren’t you an UUUURPPP interesting employee?” Billie asked, her smile unwavering in the face of Lynn’s usual personality “quirks”.

            “Want my advice? You’d better start off with firing this bitch,” Gillian suggested.

            “That won’t be necessary,” Billie replied as she shuffled up to the counter. “Though she doesn’t show it, I can tell that this one has quite some BOOOUUUURRRPPPP potential.”

            “Whatever gas ba-cough”

            In the wake of Lynn’s insult being cut off, the new owner slammed her suitcase onto the counter. Popping open the container, she revealed a brown paper bag soaked with grease. Reaching inside, she pulled out three burgers wrapped up in foil. When she finally got around to unveiling the sandwiches, it was to show off three patties on each slathered in variety of condiments, bacon, and cheese.

            “Dig in,” Billie said as she stepped aside. “These will be the cornerstone of our new UUUURPP menu.”

            Though the restaurant had never had the healthiest food, these burgers were going far beyond what the group was used to. As gross as the sandwiches looked, the strangely alluring aroma coming off of them got the women to pick them up. Trying to ignore the streams of grease that poured out as they lifted up the burgers, they opened their mouths and took experimental bites.

            Met with an otherworldly, delicious taste, Lynn, Gillian and Kendra didn’t realize how much they were eating. Despite their differing body types, they all had attempted to keep their calorie intake low. That didn’t seem to matter much at the moment as they ended up scarfing down half of their burgers before the droplets of grease coming from the meat finally got them to pay attention again.

            “UUUURRP!” Kendra belched out, quickly putting her sandwich on the counter without splattering more grease onto it. “E-excuse me.”

            “These are BOOOUUURRP good, but what the hell did you put in them?” Gillian asked, attempting to clean her face off with a napkin.

            “Aside from pure UUUUUURPPP lard,” Lynn said, her remark losing some of its luster in the wake of her belch.

            “Hmm, pretty BWOOOOOOOOOOORRPPP weak,” Billie commented as she took the remnants of the burgers for herself. “We’ll need to work on that before Slobbers is open for business.”

            “Slobbers?” the trio asked in unison.

            “Yes, it’s the new name for the UUUUUURPPP restaurant,” the owner replied, easily chowing down the rest of the greasy meal. “And if my plan goes right, it will be the fresh coat of paint we need to keep this place-“

            In the wake of a PHHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT blasting out of Billie’s rear, the girls ran for cover, unsure of how exactly the noxious fumes would “freshen up” their business.

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            Lynn was well aware of what a solid month of Billie’s “training” had done to her body. However, as she passed by the construction workers busy remodeling the restaurant, it was hard to ignore the way they gawked at every difference. In the past, she would find it an easy task to entrance guys like them into giving her enough tips to pay her rent for a month. Now she wasn’t even sure if she could get them to even get close to her gross form.

            Managing to turn the men away with a single glare, Lynn tried to just focus on getting through the work meeting. Slamming the back door closed behind her ended up working against her as the leftover tremors shook about unsightly bit of belly pudge hanging over her waistline. Try as she might to adjust her clothing to cover up her added weight, she could only do so much without tearing off her uniform in her process. Forced to settle with leaving most of her bulged out gut exposed for fear of popping her tits out from the fabric, she pulled out the wedgie between her bubble butt and continued onwards.

            Making her way into the main area of the restaurant, Lynn managed to spot Kendra sitting behind the counter. Typically, the bitchier woman’s arrival would have made her co-worker a shivering mess. Instead, the usually meek young lady was too busy stuffing her face to notice.

            Ignorant of Lynn’s arrival, Kendra busied herself with tearing into the pile of sauce-soaked wings in front of her. She appeared to be a shadow of her former self with how she so viciously stuffed herself. The results were a mess of orange droplets that covered not only her face, but as well as the part of exposed breasts brought about by the extra bump she had gotten from her constant feasting. Lowering her gaze downwards, Lynn saw her coworker’s chubby belly had easily doubled in size as it kept slamming up against the counter without any regard for how bad it made its owner look.

            “Hey, fatty,” Lynn called out, only for her words to be covered up by Kendra’s eating. “I’m talking to you,” she said, making her way around the counter. When she didn’t hear any kind of response, she began stomping towards her coworker with a vicious gaze set on the meaty rear barely contained by Kendra’s jean shorts. “STOP STUFFING YOUR FACE LIKE A PIG FOR A MINUTE AND-“

            BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP rumbled out a fart from Kendra’s backside, immediately shutting down Lynn’s advance. Even after the blonde was sent stumbling backwards, Kendra only became aware of her presence after she had finished off the last of her wings. Sucking her fingers clean of remaining sauce, her eyes finally fell on Lynn after she let out a rolling BWOOOOOORRPPPP.

            “Oh, sorry UUURRPP Lynn. I didn’t see you there,” Kendra said, keeping up a small smile in spite of the angry glare Lynn shot back at her.

            “I knew you were already a fat ass,” Lynn said, making the pudge around her own arm useful by pressing it against her nose. “But I didn’t think you’d become a literal garbage disposal. Ugh, you even smell like one.”

            “She’s just following our new OOUUUURRPPP employee procedures,” said a voice infuriatingly familiar to Lynn.

            Garnering the attention of both women by sound and smell, Gillian placed a platter on top of the counter. Standing back after ensuring that the three plates of wings wouldn’t fall over under their own weight, the redhead reached out a chubby finger to help herself. Tearing into the meat without any regard to the sauce that was slathered on her cheeks in the process, she let out hums as her pudgy belly enjoyed the meal. Unwilling to stop her feast, she didn’t seem to mind when the droplets sprinkled across her now double-D breasts. Nor did she stop until she had stripped the bone clean.

            “Hmm,” Gillian said, tossing the bone back on her plate while she freely let a PHHHHRRRRRTTTTT spurt out from her rear. “Not nearly as powerful as Billie’s, but I think it’s a good UUURP start.”

            “I’d say it’s more of a stop sign than anything,” Lynn replied, finding it frustrating that her words were ignored by both Gillian and Kendra as they attacked their plates. “Can’t you see that this food is turning us into total slobs?”

            “Yes, isn’t it UUUUURPP marvelous?”

            The uplifting voice of Billie put a momentary halt to the feast. Looking over at the same suit covered in stain and stretched around her hefty form, Lynn wasn’t sure if the owner had ever changed her outfit. While the other women could spot the new splotches of sauce along the blazer, Lynn was too busy glaring at Billie’s face.

            “Why aren’t you eating?” Billie asked, reaching towards the untouched plate to retrieve a wing and dangle in front of Lynn’s face. “You don’t want to be left BWOOOOORRPPP behind, do you?’

            “In turning into a complete gas bag? You can forget UUUUUUURRPPP!”

            While the other women’s expulsions had been fittingly scented to match the menu of the restaurant, Lynn was aware of how much of her burp differed in aroma. Clinging to her breast was a breakfast far more indulgent than the meal in front of her that had been mostly made up of the greasiest bacon she had ever seen. Though Gillian and Kendra didn’t seem to notice, Billie revealed her observation through her grin growing wider. Rather than give her boss a chance to vocally speculate about her at home “indulgences” Lynn found it wiser to snatch up the wing and start nibbling away at it.

            “It is important that you all are properly trained for our grand BOOOUUUURRRPPP opening in just a few weeks,” Billie announced, punctuating with a rumbling BRRRRAAPPPP. “I’m going to need you as gluttonous and gassy as you can be.”

            “You can count on BWOOOOOOOOORRRP me,” Gillian replied, wiping her face clean with the back of her hand and getting some of the sauce in her hair in the process.

            “Me UUUUURPPP too,” Kendra replied before stuffing her face with more chicken.

            When Lynn failed to provide her own display of loyalty to the new business model, a light poke into her belly from Gillian was enough to change her tune. The small prod was all it took to push out a powerful BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP that surrounded the group in a miasma of her flatulence. Though she was mortified by the experience, the others were delighted to see the shade of red appear on her cheeks.

            “Yes, just like that,” Billie said, nodding as she waddled her way over to a box she had left behind. “You’ll be the perfect fit for these BOOOUUUUURRRRPPP outfits in no time,” she added, carrying over the package much to the delight of Kendra and Gillian. For Lynn a single peek at her new uniform filled her with a sense of disgust greater than anything she could summon for her own degrading digestive system.

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            Standing in the back of the Slobbers employee area, Lynn’s former confidence in her own body was something she desperately missed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Though the bright yellow tube top wasn’t far off from her previous uniform, her old outfit wasn’t made to purposefully show off every fold of her flabby, 300-pound gut. Any benefit her appearance gave to emphasizing the extra heft of her breasts was not enough to overcome how each shift of the meaty tits had a chance to force out a loud belch from her chubby lips.

            A similar problem came with the golden mini-skirt stretched around her waist. The edge was just a little too short to fully obscure her chunky rear while still having enough fabric leftover to flutter about anytime a fart managed to slip out. The latter occurred much more frequently as she gave in more and more to her ravenous appetite.

            Swiveling herself around and tugging at her clothes, Lynn had hoped that she would only have to endure the humiliating outfit and weight long enough for the restaurant to fall into bankruptcy again. Much to her dismay and to the delight of her coworkers, the drastic changes that had been made to the establishment proved to be the exact thing that was needed to revitalize it. Still weeks after their grand opening, people were coming in droves despite what they knew what awaited them inside. Lynn tried to rationalize as just a couple of freaks coming in to jerk off, but over time she had to come to grips with the number of people that came in to look at their bizarre service.

            “Come along now UUUURPPP Lynn,” Billie said, helping to waddle the blonde out on to the service area with a helpful push. “It’s the lunch rush and your coworkers really need your BWOOOORRPP help.”

            “Fine UUURRPP fine! Quit pushing!” Lynn replied, getting her boss to stop jiggling her around before the bubbles inside of her gut went wild. “Just tell me where I need to go.”

            “You’re at table three,” Billie replied as she helped herself to one of the many plates of food set aside for the staff. “It’s a first-time visitor so make sure to give a good UUUUURPPPPP impression.”

            Not even trying to hide her disdainful groan, Lynn waddled out with a notepad clenched in her chubby fingers. As she slowly shuffled towards her area, she glanced to the side to see how her fellow coworkers were doing. Even after mocking them for so long, she had hoped that they would find common ground in trying to fight against the ridiculous changes the owner had requested of them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

            The once timid Kendra was behind the bar as usual, her flabby bingo wings doing little to stop her from mixing drinks at astounding speed. For her display of shaking around liquors, her body became covered in a layer of perspiration that made the exposed parts of her pudgy flesh shine under the lights. Rather than bemoan how her F-cup breasts nearly slipped out from her top, she made a show of shaking part of the cocktail with her belly fat. Wobbling her rear back and forth, she announced the completion of the beverage with a rowdy PHHHRRRRRRRRTTT that would have made her old self cower in shame.

            “Thank you very much,” said Kendra’s client, unable to take his eyes off of the way her belly fat continued to jiggle. “If it’s not too much to ask can you add the… house special seasoning? Just a little bit though.”

            “You UUURRPP got it,” Kendra belched out.

            Taking a towel from her back pocket, the fattened-up bartender slid it along the expanse of her limb. Once the cloth was thoroughly soaked in sweat, she held it out over the man’s drink. Giving the towel a small twist, she sprinkled droplets of her perspiration into the glass. Cautiously picking up the tainted beverage, the man took a small sip. Greeting the taste with a hum of delight rather than disgust, he held out the glass to get more of Kendra’s special seasoning.

            Moving away from the aroma of sweat and liquor, Lynn looked over to see Gillian spending time entertaining one of her tables. For the group of college girls, this came in the form of the fattened up red head shaking around her double wide rear to the beat of the music coming from one of her client’s phones. As to be expected for the constant pounding of her melon-like breasts against her flabby belly, the song began to be overshadowed by an unruly rumbling noise. Rather than try to hold herself back, Gillian swiveled herself around to put her meaty rear directly facing the table. With a loud grunt, she freely let a powerful BRRRAAAAAPPPPP blast out to make the hair on her arms stand on end and give the customers a heavy taste of her flatulence.

            “Woah that reeks,” one of the girls said, looking more impressed than anything. “Think you can go again? I want to record it this time.”

            “You BWOOOOORPPP got it,” Gillian replied, brushing her fingers through her greasy locks as she readied herself for another explosion of gas.

            Leaving Gillian behind to enjoy her lack of shame, Lynn finally managed to make it to her table. The need to pull out her order pad was made unnecessary thanks to most of the space already being covered by a collection of plates featuring most of the restaurant’s appetizer offering. Looking past the plates of mozzarella sticks, loaded tater tots, and onion rings, she was surprised to see only a single, older woman sitting there. The streaks of grey through her black hair and smile made her stand out from the usual crowd that came to see what Slobbers was about.

            “What did you order all this for?” Lynn asked with a smirk. “Trying to be as big as a UUUURPPP house?” she remarked, well aware of her hypocrisy as her belly fat came close to dipping into one of the sauce containers.

            “Oh, this isn’t for me,” the customer said, the smile on her face unwavering in the face of Lynn’s behavior. “I requested the Waitress Stuffer Special.”

            Lynn’s brows furrowed as she glared at the woman. “You can’t be serious.”

            “Oh I am,” the client said, gesturing towards the empty chair at the opposite end of the table. “Come on then. I paid good money so get to eating.”

            Grinding her teeth, Lynn was only convinced to take her seat from a combination of her own ravenous appetite, and the bonus pay that came with fulfilling the strange request. Starting off with a handful of tater tots, she tried dissuading the client from going any further by ensuring that her messy eating splattered stains across her expensive looking dress. However, the woman continued to let her gaze linger on Lynn’s messy face while her hand pushed a plate of fried pickles towards the waitress.

            Letting out a roaring BWOOOOORRPPP right in the customer’s face, Lynn downed the fried morsels before moving onto the cheese sticks. Greasing up her pudgy face with a bowl of onion rings, she made sure her next rancid breath completely engulfed the mature woman’s head. When that wasn’t enough, a rumbling BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPP from her rear fueled by her shoving sausages down her throat added to the miasma. Though the display was meant to make the customer run for the exit, she instead looked on in awe at the slobby display.

            “That’s fucking UUUUUURRPPP it!” Lynn belched out, nearly toppling over the basket of loaded fries in front of her in the process. “How can you find this,” she began gesturing towards her food-stained belly, “entertaining?”

            With a small laugh, the woman merely reached into her pocket to pull out a one-hundred-dollar bill and place it on the table. “I’m not sure. But a few more servings might give us both an answer.”

            Whether conscious or not, Lynn found herself mimicking the client’s grin. “You’re BOOOOUUUURRRP on,” she replied, pocketing the tip with her pudgy mitt while the other pulled over a plate of nachos.

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            It had been six months since Slobbers had made its grand re-opening. During that time, the crowd of people coming in had yet to lessen. Every day there were faces new and old lining up at the door for a chance to witness the unique dining experience. With the large client base, the business’s funds quickly shot them out of their bankruptcy hole. However, more impressive is what the success had done to one of the restaurant’s most stubborn detractors.

            Waddling her way into the back room, Lynn let out a sigh of relief as she let her massive, over 800-pound form come crashing down onto one of the many, well-used couches. Letting her double wide rear spread across the cushions inevitably opened up the tear in the back of her skirt even further. Though this did allow for the next BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP from her rear to come spurting out of the hole in her sweat-stained panties, she had ceased being embarrassed about these kinds of eruptions. The only thought she had about the rude fart was that it was on the weaker side.

            Leaning back and nearly popping her watermelon-sized breasts out of her top, Lynn busied herself with massaging her flabby gut. The fleshy mass making up the majority of her weight was shifted around to make the most of the last meal she had been paid to stuff down her thick throat. Amidst pressing into the blond follicles surrounding her belly button, she got to retaste some of her last binge session through the use of a loud BWOOOOOOOORRPPP. Letting the burp make her greasy locks stand on end, she contemplated if she had enough time to really build up her gas before her next order came in.

            “Oooooh, Lynn,” Billie announced as she peeked her head in. “You’ve been called for another Waitress Stuffer Special.”

            “Fuuuuuuck, can’t they give a girl a UUUUUURPPPP break?” Lynn asked as she shamelessly scratched her ass. “We’ve got plenty of fat bitches that can do it.”

            “True, we are spoiled for choice thanks to the influx of UUUURPPPP employees,” Billie remarked. “However, one of your BWOOOORRRPPP regulars insisted on seeing you. It’s Ms. Nora.”

            The sigh that left Lynn’s lips was promptly covered up by the PHHHHRRRTTTTT that erupted from her backside as she heaved herself up off the couch. “Fine, I’ll give the rich MILF the usual OOOOUUURRRRPPP treatment.”

            Waddling past her boss, Lynn had to face the gauntlet of her coworkers rushing through the restaurant. At a glance, it was easy to tell which of the servers were brand new. Their status was displayed though the pitiful potbellies hanging out from their mid-section and the shy expressions they showed with each gassy expulsion. As loathe as Lynn was to admit it, she was hoping that the recent hires would follow the examples of her former enemies turned friendly rivals.

            A glimpse over to the bar showed Kendra serving customers and instructing the new employees with an ecstatic energy that went against her old self and obese form. Even with the extra hundreds of pounds weighing her down, her braids of greasy hair were constantly bouncing against her back flab as she mixed drinks. Hoisting up her blubber limbs, she wrung out the sweat clinging to her armpit hair to ensure each cocktail had her personal touch. Should the patrons be especially kind with the tips, she would be more than happy to oblige in shaking around her chunky belly in order to belch right into the glass. Handing over the drink with a smile on her pudgy face, she gave the bar area a fresh taste of flatulence from her wobbling derriere before moving on to the next order.

            Too busy giving reluctant admiration to the bartender, Lynn ended up shuffling blindly into Gillian. As both obese women were sent tumbling back from the impact, it was only by the narrowest margins that they were able to keep themselves from slamming to the ground. Lynn’s last minute balance act was impressive considering she was the larger of the two. That didn’t take away from the sight of Gillian being able to keep upright both herself and the tray of food precariously balanced on top of her engorged bosom. As the red head waited for her belly and buttocks to stop jiggling, Lynn seized the opportunity to help herself to a handful of cheese fries.

            “Really think you should be UUUURPPP eating before your next table?” Gillian asked, her question answered by even louder chewing noises and a rumbling PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTT. “Eh, fair enough,” she shrugged, taking a moment to ensure her top covered at least some of her plump nipples. “Guess a human garbage disposal like you doesn’t get full.”

            “Damn BWOOOORRRPPP right,” Lynn replied, sucking the cheese from her plump fingers. “Hey, I think you missed one.”

            “What? Oh!”

            Reaching towards her belly, Gillian slid her hand along her exposed gut. Collecting the necessary sweat droplets from the patches of hair around her belly button, she made sure to let it slather the sandwich she had somehow missed. With the platter fully customized to her table’s preferences, she gave a nod that waggled about her collection of chins.

            “Thanks,” Gillian said as she shuffled along to her table.

            “Any BWOOOOOORRPPP time,” Lynn replied as she set her eyes on the usual sight.

            “Hello again, Lynn,” the mature women greeted as the blonde approached. Though her gaze could be mistaken for being enraptured with the spread of greasy food in front of her, Lynn and most of the other staff knew where her true interest was.

            “Just can’t keep your UUUUUURPPP ass out of our seats, can you?” Lynn asked, carefully letting herself down onto the pair of chairs that had been set aside for her.

            “It’s the highlight every week,” Nora replied. “Now, then if you wouldn’t mind getting started. I paid double your usual rate for this one. Figured you deserved the treat for working so hard.”

            With just a wave of the patron’s fingers, Lynn got to work devouring the food like a greedy hog. The hesitancy that used to plague this part of her job was nowhere to be seen as she freely let the sauce and crumbs leak from her mouth to further besmirch her clothes and fat. Over the sound of her frantic chewing, she was sure to let loose a barrage of gas from both ends. The burps and farts helped to treat her most loyal customer, as well as entice others to consider ordering the same service from one of the other slobby waitresses.

            Halfway through her third burger, Lynn was forced to stop as a different king of ripping noise came from her rear. Wobbling around in her seat managed to shake off the torn fabric of her skirt that had come loose from her last fart. Feeling around her hips, she felt her sweat-stained panties were in a similarly precarious position. With her gut covering up most of her groin anyway, she thought little of popping off her undergarments herself. Bundling up the dirtied panties, she gave it an extra helping of her bad breath before offering it up to her customer.

            “Ah, another one for the collection,” the older woman said as she graciously accepted the souvenir. “I’m just amazed at how much you’ve grown during our sessions.”

            “Hell UUUUURPPP yeah,” Lynn said, dirtying her hair as she ran her sauce-stained fingers through it. “And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

            “You don't realize how happy I am to hear that,” Nora replied, showing off her usual grin as she slid a plate of sausages towards her favorite server.

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            For the many times that Nora Catrice had looked at the Slobbers sign on her multitude of visits, it had never lost that sense of comfort as she approached. Looking over her shoulder, the businesswoman could see the investors behind her a little more hesitant to enter the establishment. She didn’t fully blame them. When the failing business started its new service model over a year ago, their reaction was typical of the general populus. Nora herself had always been eager to eat there whenever she could. This private dining session was going to show the others the value that lay in the unique eating experience.

            Upon Nora entering with her entourage in tow, Billie was quick to greet them as fast as her thick thighs would allow. Though the business owner was still larger than the clients, her food-stained suit was a little slimmer than usual. While the slobby woman had kept up her ravenous appetite thanks to her doting staff, the pure anxiety of the meeting had taken away some of her precious weight. The nervous shudders going through her flab served to both give a preview to the others of what was to come and give Nora a chance to take a deep whiff of the smell she had gotten so used to during her multiple visits.

            “Thank you for coming UUUUURRRPP today,” Billie said with a slight bow. “The preparations are nearly complete. In the meantime, allow me to give you a sampling of our BWOOOOORRRRPPPP appetizers to start.”

            The offering was at first was thought to be the platters of food that were being brought towards the group. However, the true meaning behind Billie’s words came in the form of the pair of gigantic breasts the trays were precariously balanced on. Looking away from the massive mammaries dotted in sweat and freckles, each of the investors got to take in the welcoming smile of Gillian nestled between her chubby cheeks. When none of the guests took up her offer, Nora was more than happy to take the first bite of one of the platters’ cheese sticks. As she chewed, the lingering ripples spread out through Gillian’s body to wreak havoc on the server’s digestive tract. The rumbling BRRRRAAAAAAPPPP that followed didn’t phase Nora as she continued to enjoy the greasy snack.

            “Come on then,” Nora said, gesturing towards the rest of her group.  “Part of the process is sampling their meals.”

            Though the others hesitated in the wake of one of Gillian’s belches blowing onto the food, another nudge from Nora was enough to get them to try some of it. To their surprise the lingering, bad breath of the slobby waitress brought a unique flavor to each bite. Those daring enough were willing to hold their food close to the redhead’s mouth in order to receive another BWOOOOOORRPPP. This did result in a few pieces of their food being snatched up by her hungry mouth, but the novelty of the dining experience kept them occupied long enough for them to ease into Slobbers’s unique dining experience.

            “Ah, but what are UUUUURPPP appetizers, without some drinks?” Billie suggested, trying and failing to hide how much she had rehearsed the phrase. “Kendra, kindly provide our guests with the house special.”

            Gazing towards the mass of flesh squeezed into tight fitting clothing behind the bar, the group watched as Kendra wiggled about her many rolls of fat. As difficult as it appeared for her to move her body a few inches, that seemed to be the point. The exertion of waving around her flabby arms soon covered everything from her multiple chins to her blubbery legs in a sheen of sweat. Once she had built up a suitable amount of perspiration, she was sure to pour out into a tray of drinks.

            “I hope you BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP enjoy,” Kendra belched out, nearly knocking the glasses of their perch in the wake of her rude expulsion.

            Yet again, Nora was the first to accept the offer. Watching the mature women so elegantly down the concoction tainted with sweat, the rest of her party followed. The communal drinking served to both further entrance them to the restaurant and give a much-needed sense of relief to Billie who was watching the entire act unfold with her pudgy fingers clenched. Finally able to relax and let some of the gas in her bowls slip out, she put on the widest smile her chubby face would allow in preparation for the main event.

            “The other servers should have your seating area ready now,” Billie announced. “You will be the first to experience this one of a kind OOOOOUUUURRRRPP event.”

            Following the path left behind by Billie’s excited puffs of flatulence, Nora and the others followed behind her. Making their way through the lingering crowds, the group managed to make their way to a private dining area. Typically, they would enter expecting a fine table set out with impeccable silverware in order to make the best impression possible. Instead, they found the big selling point that Slobbers had been developing in secret.

            Though there were chairs placed around the middle of the room, they were all centered around a massive blob of fat far past the 1000-pound mark. Amongst the rolls of fat were precariously balanced platters of food. What some thought at first to be a golden sash turned out to be a trail of blonde body hair that reached from around the deep belly button all the way towards its owner’s nether region. The enormous, medicine ball-sized tits were gently pushed aside to reveal the smiling face of Lynn curtained by her long locks of grease-slicked hair.

            “Hope you BWOOOOOOOORRPPPP enjoy,” Lynn belched out. “Just don’t take too UUUUUURRPPP long. I’m getting hungry,” she added, punctuating with a pungent PHHHHHRRRRRTTTT that erupted from her behemoth butt cheeks.

            “So good to see you again, Lynn,” Nora said, taking her spot near the obese waitress’s shoulder. “I knew you were a fast grower, but even this is impressive.”

            “All part of the Slobbers’s special UUUUURRPP fattening formula,” Billie commented, taking her seat opposite of Nora on top of two chairs. “Trademarked of course. However, I’d be willing to BWOOOOOORRRPP share my secret for-“

            Billie was cut off by a rude BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP slapping its way out of Lynn’s rear.

            “Of course,” Nora said, nodding at the grumpy expression on the blonde’s face. “Come on everyone. Dig in and don’t be afraid to get messy. That’s the entire point.”

            As the group began to enjoy the feast, the lack of cutlery and napkins became evident. However, the lack of supplies was an intentional choice that allowed all matter of crumbs and sauces to find their way across Lynn’s blubber. Digging the morsels out of the crevices, they found that the found was enhanced by the unique flavor brought about by the waitress’s perspiration. A few more daring eaters used patches of her body hair in order to wipe their faces and hands clean in lieu of napkins. Though this didn’t really clean them up, it did make them more enamored to the strange allure of the blonde blob’s aura of stench.

            “I’d say this was a success,” Nora commented, keeping her living table satiated by hand feeding Lynn a glob of cheesy nachos.

            “So, about my UUUURPPP proposal?” Billie asked.

            “I believe my associates have seen the benefits of your business model,” Nora said, gesturing towards her group as they enjoyed pressing into Lynn’s body as they ate. “Once we finish eating and wash our hands of course, we’ll be more than willing to sign the contract today. You’ll have our full support to make this into a franchise.”

            The words were like honey to both Billie and Lynn. While Billie was excited to see her idea bloom to its full potential, Lynn was eager to show the entire world her skills. The slobby form she detested so much was now going to be her ticket to an easy life. All she had to do now was merely let people eat off of her sweaty, gas-scented skin as she enjoyed her place as Slobbers’s top employee.