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Working Girl

Chapter 16: The New Kid

"I still don't know if I'm comfortable with this..."  Sheila muttered from the driver's seat.
"As you've made me well aware," Maddi intoned, reading  the scrap paper she'd written directions on.  "Right at this light."
"I mean, I know these places exist, here on the outskirts of town, but, I mean, I've never *been* to one of them."
"Sheila, people go here all the time, and places like this all over the world,"  Maddi sighed, rolling her eyes.  "Next left."
"I know, I know, and, I mean, especially over there, I'm sure you have no problems with it,"  Sheila said as she pulled up to the stoplight, "But, here, for me, it's just... I don't know, the way I was raised? It seems so self-indulgent, so... sinful."
"Puritains,"  Maddi said, shaking her head.  "You're allowed to enjoy the good things in life, sheila, regardless of how unused to them you are."
"I just...  Ohhh!"  Sheila whined, her brow creasing as the light turned and she pulled into the parking lot. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, Maddi!"  She whined, in the parking aisle but not yet pulled into a spot.
Maddi's head tilted lke a confused dog's as she regarded her friend, eyebrows arching incredulously.  "...For God's sakes, Sheils, it's just groceries,"  She said, pointing to the upscale supermarket in front of them.
Sheila's lips tightened against her teeth, letting a sigh out through her nose.  "...Fine,"  She eventually said, turning into the first available parking spot.
"Honestly, Sheila, what's gotten into you?"  Maddi asked as she undid her seatbelt.
"I dunno, Maddi, I'm just..."  Sheila sighed as she got out of the car. "I mean, this has *never* been an option for me. These places, I mean, I remember seeing stuff from a place like this once, for a wedding, and that's it."
"Well, get used to it,"   Maddi said as they approached the store. "Grab a trolley, will you?"
"Trolley?" Sheila asked, turning to look behind her and continuing until she had done a full searching circle.  "...Oh, the shopping cart!"  She said, connecting the dots as she neared the doors.
"Cart, trolley, whatever you put the food in,"  Maddi said, nodding.
"Right,"  She said, pulling a trolley from the stack and pausing.  "Wow, even the shopping carts are nicer,"  She said.
"Truly?" Maddi asked, stopping as the doors opened, regarding Sheila.
"Well, I mean, no stains, the lettering isn't faded, no chips in the plastic... I guess I just noticed, you know?"  Sheila said, her voice dropping a decibel with every word as she hurried the cart inside.  Maddi just rolled her eyes and reached into her purse.
"Okay, see anything missing?"  Maddi asked, handing sheila the grocery list.
"Meat, cheese...  We're out of milk?" She asked, looking at Maddi. "I thought-"
"IIII wasn't too enamored with the way it smelled this morning,"  Maddi said.  "Binned it."
"Oh,"  Sheila said, frowning. "Well, I suppose if it's spoiled..."  She said, looking at the list.  "Okay, lunchmeat. So we need to go to..." She trailed off, scanning the signs hannging at the front of the aisles, Maddi doing likewise.
"Packaged food,"  Sheila said, pointing to the rear of the store.
"Deli counter," Maddi said simultaneously, pointing off to the other side of the store.
The two women looked at each other, Maddi with a simpering look of disapproval and Sheila's brow pinching like she'd been caught doing something wrong without knowing.
"We are *not* eating any more lunchmeat that was made in a factory," Maddi intoned, turning the cart towards the deli counter, "And that's final."
"It tastes all right to me..."  Sheila muttered as she followed behind Maddi.

"Let's see..." Maddi said as she came up to the counter.
"Maddi!"  Sheila gasped. "Nine dollars a pound for ham?  Seven dollars a pound for turkey? Fourteen dollars a pound for-?!"
"Oooh, sopresatta,"  Maddi said, looking at the 'offending' meat. "Haven't had that in a while..."
"Maddi, we can't possibly afford this!" Sheila said, pulling the cart closer to herself.
"Don't even-" Maddi started.
"Okay, fine, maybe we *can* afford it, but I don't *want* to! Of everything I could spend my money on, fancy meat isn't it!"
Maddi hauled up straight, jerking her head up and looking askance at Sheila.
"We?"  Maddi asked, incredulous.
"Yes we," Sheila said. "50/50, just like always."
"No," Maddi said, "Not a chance, that was then, this is now."
"Maddi-!"
"No."  Maddi said firmly, jabbing a finger at Sheila. "'We' split the bill when 'we' were both poor college students.  Now that this is no longer the case, there's no reason whatsoever for you to be paying for this.  I'm also, thanks for reminding me, taking over the water and electrical bills."
"But that's not-"
"Don't you *dare* say 'that's not fair'," Maddi said, her voice lowering as her eyes widened. "I lived my entire *life* where riches and ruin were seperated by whose bloody vag you popped out of, so don't talk to me about fairness.  You were born into a poor family, I was born into a rich one, and fair hasn't got a sodding thing to do with it. I could buy the entire contents of that case and have recouped it by next week doing nothing but sitting on my arse, you are *not* paying for it."  Maddi's lips tightened. "The charade is *over*, Sheila. I have money, a *lot* of money, and if I want to spend it on- on *our* living condition, I'd just appreciate a thank you and not some pointless self-sacrificing so you can appease whatever bloody complex that makes you treat charity like a pit viper."  She tossed the shopping list into the front tray of the cart, by Sheila's hands.  "I'm off to get some proper tea for once. Get the meats and cheeses, and don't be cheap with my money or I'll go to the seafood counter and get a dozen pounds of crab legs just to spite you." she said, snatching her purse tight and storming off.  

Maddi turned the corner of the first aisle she came to, stopping and leaning against the shelves full of soda cases and gassed water.
"Idiot," she growled, looking down and clenching her eyes.  "Damn, stupid, bloody, stubborn cocking idiot."  She continued, bringing the heel of her palm up to her eye and wiping her brimming tears away.  She took a deep breath through her nose, shook her head, and went down the aisle to the other end of the store.
"Tea... tea..."  She said, looking down the aisles as she proceeded down the store. Finally finding the correct aisle, she went down it, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.
She passed the mass produced powder-packs that passed for tea to those who didn't know any better, making her way along to the real herbs and roots and so on that she was used to.   Ahead of her was another woman browsing the teas, her positioning such that there was no easy or polite way for Maddi to get to the boxes she wanted.  Sighing, Maddi queued up behind the woman, hoping she found what she wanted quickly.  Maddi stood there tapping her foot, looking at the teas as best she could to see what she wanted, but something nagged her about the woman in front of her, an elusive feeling of familiarity.

Maddi tilted her head to one side and then the other, scouring her mind for some spark of recognition. Certainly wasn't anyone from home, she knew that much.  School?  None of the instructors, certainly. Possibly one of the many students in her class?  Even with a photographic memory, Maddi didn't tend to devote much brainpower to remembering crowds. It wasn't until the woman turned profile to look at another box on the shelf that everything fell into place. The alabaster skin, the platinum blonde curls, the red lipstick, the dainty nose...
"Penelope?"  Maddi blurted out, the woman looking strange and alien to her without the fox ears and enormous backside.
Penelope twisted around, her own face a mask of confused half-recognition until her eyes flicked up to Maddi's face (or perhaps her damnable cowlick) and she smiled.
"Madame Ellison!"  She said, throwing her arms as wide as she could in the aisle and approaching Maddi.  When Maddi took a reflexive step back, Penelope stopped, her arms dropping to her sides before putting her hands on her hips. "Madame!" She repeated, this time adding a bit of exasperation.  "Zere are no customers here. I am being genuine!"
"Er, sorry, just surprised me a bit, that's all," Maddi said, suddenly embarrassed.
Peneope shook her head, blonde curls bouncing around her face as she "tsk"-ed at Maddi.  "C'est la vie,"  She said, grinning. "You can take the Briton off the isle..."
Maddi grimmaced, half at the stereotype and half at her living up to it.
"So what are you here for?"  Maddi asked, desperate to change the subject.
"Oh, I'm just here for a hot chocolate mix," Penelope said, "but zey stopped carrying my favorite brand and now I am left to find a new favorite. I still enjoy making chocolat chaud when I can, but who has the time anymore, non?"  She said, shrugging.  "I assume you are here for the tea, oui? You never struck me as the fizzy drink type."  
Maddi nodded, following Penelope as she went back to her cart. Penelope pushed her cart out of the way so Maddi could browse the teas while Penelope continued to look through the various chocolate and cocoa mixes.
"I must admit,"  Penelope said, turning halfway to Maddi, "It took me a few moments to recognize you."  She smiled.  "Odd to see you looking so... petite, non?"  She smirked, turning back to her browsing.
Maddi found herself blushing, mentally noting that the space between them would have been entirely filled with bum and bosom flesh were they standing this close in their Juggalos uniforms.

Maddi found her teas, or at least enough of them to suffice, and vowed to escape the vortex of embarrassment Penelope was generating around her missing curves.  She had just stepped into the middle of the aisle to move past Penelope when Sheila rolled her cart into the aisle, first recognizing Maddi and then-
"Penny!"Sheila cried out, immediately flinching afterwards as she caught herself speaking too loud in a fancy place. "Penny, what're you doin' here?"  She said in what approximated to a loud whisper as she rattled her cart down the aisle.
"Madame Watson!" Penelope said, smiling and throwing her arms wide as Sheila approached.  Sheila returned the gesture, letting her cart go as she came alongside Penelope and giving her a hug as the cart rolled on by until Maddi stopped it with one of her hands.
"...Boy, that was weird,"  Sheila said, looking down at her modest bust as they broke the hug.
Penelope covered her mouth with the backs of her fingers as she tittered.  "It is, isn't it?"  She giggled.  "Madame Ellison and I were just remarking zo!"
"Heh, I bet,"  She said, taking the cart again as Maddi looked through the lunchmeats and cheeses.  They were the right kinds of meats, Maddi thought, but the fact that Sheila only bought a little of each didn't escape her notice.
"Are you on tonight?" Sheila asked.
"Non, not tonight,"  Penny said.  "Tomorrow annnnnd....  Saturday, I think." she said, her eyes rolling up towards the ceiling as she remembered her schedule. "But Madame Sykes is,"  She said, giving a meaningful look to both of them.
"Brilliant,"  Maddi muttered, shaking her head.  "Well, Penelope, it's been quite nice to meet you like this..."  She trailed off, tugging on the front of Sheila's cart with a finger, drawing the girl past Penelope and hopefully on to the rest of their groceries.
"Oh!"  Sheila exclaimed, letting go of the cart, Maddi rolling her eyes and turning away as another hint it was time for them to go.
"Penny, can you, uh... I mean, would you..."  Sheila started, Penelope giving her a quizzical look as she stammered.  Finally Sheila leaned in, and Maddi heard a few seconds of whispering.
"Ooooh!"  Penelope gasped, clapping her hands together. "I would be delighted to!"  She exclaimed, lowering her voice afterwards.  "Tres magnifique! Simply let me know when you need me!"  
"Thanks Penny," Sheila said,  "I'll be in touch," as they finally detatched and went on down the aisle.

"Now what was-" Maddi started as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Nothing!" Sheila interrupted in a singsong voice, ready for the question. "Top secret, hush-hush."
Maddi simply rolled her eyes and pushed the cart along. They still needed jam with actual *fruit* in it...

* * *

"Bah,"  Maddi sighed as she wandered back over to Sheila and their row of cubbyholes in the locker room. "Too much to hope for, I suppose."  She finished, doffing her blouse.
"What's up?" Sheila asked, turning from Maddi as she grew into her enormous top.
"Riley is on shift tonight," Maddi answered, kicking off her shoes and dropping her skirt, pill tucked behind her ear. "suppose it was too much to hope her memory was off," she said as she dressed in the bold orange and white uniform.
"Ah, Riley's not so bad," Sheila said, catching Maddi's look. "Yes, I *know*," she said before Maddi could say anything, "But you just gotta know how to handle her.  You can keep a rose as a plant, but for goodness sakes don't grab it by the thorns."
"Well all right, Ms. Attenborough, how *does* one handle the rare and elusive wild Riley?" Maddi said, taking her pill once she got her clothes situated.
Sheila giggled at the raspy, grandfatherly impression Maddi gave, the sudden jiggling forcing her to readjust her nearly full top.  "Look, just stay out of her way and don't give her a reason.  Yeah I get one of her boob-bounces every so often, but..."  Sheila trailed off as she saw Maddi's ears shrinking, waiting until her fox ears had grown in all the way. "But, I leave it at that,"  She continued, watching Maddi as she maneuvered her growing curves around the cubbyholes.  "Don't give her any ammo and she won't use it against you. Just let her be a grump somewhere else."
Maddi thought about Riley's outburst the previous night when she was with Angie, about her always having to take care of some crisis Maddi was involved in.  Maddi "Hmph"-ed to herself.  It may very well have been Maddi's situations that were providing Riley with her 'ammunition', but Maddi wasn't the one pulling the trigger, she thought as she finished filling her uniform. Someone needed to teach Riley some cause and effect when it came to troubles.

* * *

"For anyone who wasn't here last night,"  Trixie bellowed from the back of the lounge, "Angie discovered firsthand why we're so strict about maternity leave here."  She looked around , easily picking out the faces that had witnessed Angie's enormous transformation versus those who hadn't.
"If you're curious, ask anyone who was on shift last night. And however bad it sounds, she was worse.  You can have whatever relationships you like while you work here, but for God's sake, if you get even a *whiff* of being pregnant, take your maternity leave! YOu'll have your job waiting for you when you get done, I promise, but you do *not* want to know what these suckers-" Here she lifted one of her size-3 breasts in one hand while tugging on one of her fox-ears with the other- "do to an unborn baby, got me?"  She asked.  After a series of nods, she let her ear and bosom go and continued on.  "Now, since Angie's on maternity leave now, we've got a new girl coming in tonight.  Everyone make sure and make her feel welcome, because here at Juggalos, we all work together.  And as I always say, everything's better-"
"Together,"  Maddi mouthed along with the crowd, rolling her eyes as she began shuffling out of the room and heading for her section.

Maddi was just starting to pull away from the waitress station, loaded up with menus, napkins, silverware, and even a small washcloth she'd brought from the locker room in case of spills, when another waitress came bustling up to her, emphasis on bust.
"Maddi!"  She called out, quietly but forcefully.
"Karen?"  Maddi said by way of acknowledgement.
"You remember when I took over your tables for the wedding party the other night?"  Karen asked.
"Yes..."  Maddi started.  
"I'm cashing in that 'one' you owe me,"  Karen said.
As she recalled, Karen had simply declared Maddi owing her one.   Maddi didn't recall ever agreeing to it.
"I got too much to do tonight to babysit, so you two have fun."
"What-!"  Maddi started, but Karen had already turned to go back to her section, leaving Maddi and the new girl to regard each other with similarly perplexed expressions.
"So who might you be then?"  Maddi asked, one hand on her hip and looking exasperated.
The girl rolled her eyes with a forced smile, "The baby you need to sit, apparently. Name's Sandra. I just got hired, so... Definitely a lot to learn. But at least they answered the 'are those real' question right off the bat."
Maddi laughed. "Sadly, yes.  Okay," She said, clearing her throat. "Waitress stations,"  She said, pointing at the head-level shelf.  "Menus, credit card reader, napkins..."  She reached into her saddlebag, pulling out her handtowel, "and rag for spills, which you can't find here. Grab one of these from the supply room near the kitchen."
Maddi nodded, going over things in her head. She was determined to not give the same bone-idle training she got to the girl she needed to train.
Sandra nodded, watching Maddi's every move, noting every location she pointed to, including the bags on her hips. "Umm, okay. I may need to do this a couple times to get it. I'm a creative learner, I'm told. But once I've got it, I've got it."
"Fine by me,"  Maddi said.  "Now, let's get started. You're a... 2-1, if I'm not mistaken?"  She said, leaning to the side to look  around her bosoms."Umm, yeah. I don't know what the scale is, but they tell me that's what I am. And you'd be a..." She looked Maddi over for a moment and back to herself, like she was trying to do some estimation and mental calculations on her curves. "Three... five...? I mean, is it important to know what everyone is? I assume us -can't believe I'm saying this- smaller girls do a lot of the work?"
"Nearly the opposite, really,"  Maddi said, smirking in spite of herself.  "You need at least a 2 in the bum or a 4 in the bust to carry food. And I'm a 3-4," she added.  "Pray you never get saddled with a 5..."
"Wow... Just how high does this scale go...? No, don't tell me. I don't think I want to know. Yet. Doesn't it make things difficult? I mean, it's not exactly easy moving around with... these." she was an inch away from grabbing her chest, but modesty caught her just a moment before. "
Maddi snorted.  "You must've shown Trixie *some* aptitude, or she wouldn't've hired you,"  She said, double-checking her stocks of utensils and the like.  "You get used to it after a bit. Just mind your turns and you'll do fine."  She handed Sandra a stack of menus. "I see our first table's ready," She said, pointing, "So let's get on with it."

Sandra nodded, the smile on her face looking a little more forced the more nervous she became. She looked at the menus for a moment and snapped to attention, "Sure. Dive right in. Miss... Maddi, was it?"
"Maddison,"  She said, "Maddi if you must. NOT 'Cupcake', and don't ask where it came from,"  She added, heading off to the table before stopping and looking over her shoulder.  "Ah!  No one told you?" She asked, looking at Sandra carrying the stack of menus.
"Eh? Told me what? I mean, I heard someone in the back mention Cup- Uhh, that name you don't like, I won't pry..."
Maddi's eyes flared for a second, but she cleared her throat.  "Rule number one of Juggalos," She said, pointing to her cleavage.  "Never carry *anything* in your hands unless you have to,"  She finished, looking at Sandra expectantly.
Sandra cocked her head to the side for a moment. Seriously? She blushed a bit as she slid the menus into her cleavage.
"There we are,"  Maddi smiled, nodding. "That's how it's done properly here at juggalos, much as I loathe it,"  She said, turning on her heel and putting her hands on her hips.  "Onward, now, and don't spare the smiles!" she said, starting off again.

Sandra turned her smile up to eleven as she trotted to catch up with Maddi, trying not to bounce too much.
"I mean, makes sense... They gave me these things for a reason, right? Fun and functional..." she tried not to sound as nervous as she was.
"Welcome to Juggalos, thank you for waiting, my name is Maddison, how can I help you?"  Maddi said as she came up to the side of the table, handing silverware rolls to the double-date at the table.  "Just so you know, we're training a new recruit tonight, so you lot can blame her if anything goes wrong,"  She said with a laugh, standing to the side and allowing Sandra space to get in front of the table.
Sandra almost didn't catch the joke. She laughed and hoped it didn't come off as forced. "Right. Not to worry. A menu?" she leaned over the table, offering the menus to the men first. "And maybe drinks to start you off?"
When Sandra finished, Maddi stepped into the aisle and turned, waiting for Sandra to come up beside her before she continued on.  
"Not bad," she said as they hedaded to the kitchen.  "Let me have a look at that,"  She said, reaching for Sandra's pad.  "This is all fine, but just for-" She flinched for a second as she rammed the kitchen doors open with her chest- "Just for your own reference, the shorthand we use for 'no ice' is a stroke through the last letter of the drink, like this," she said, turning her pad towards Sandra as she returned Sandra's pad to her. "It's a minor thing, yes, but on nights where you're waiting a dozen tables at a time those half-seconds can make all the difference, once you've added them all up."
Sandra nodded and made the mark on her pad. "Strike for no ice. Got it. That wasn't so bad. Now, what next? Take it to the kitchen, I know..."
"Righto,"  Maddi said, side-stepping another waitress coming the opposite direction. She very nearly ran into Sandra, but she kept the new waitress close to her side, in the valley between the burgeoning mountains to her front and rear.
They reached the kitchen, and Maddi tore off her sheet and slapped it on the order wheel, giving it a little spin towards the kitchen staff. "Ah, sorry,"  She said, putting a hand to her mouth.  "I suppose that was technically your table..."  She shrugged as she headed back for the dining area again. "Though I suppose you don't need training much for that bit..."
"Umm, I guess not. I just need to know where it is, I suppose. But I've got dibs on the next one, right?" she made the motion of slapping with her hand before following after Maddison. "I mean, it helps me remember something when I actually do it." she trotted in front of Maddi to get the door with her breasts, maybe a bit too hard. "Umm, s-sorry. I just need to get used to all this."
Maddi laughed. "Don't worry about that. A lot of the waitresses make a big show of it, draw attention to themselves."  She glanced at Sandra. "But really, if you can still reach your hands in front of your bosoms, use those to open doors," She said, reaching a hand over her breasts to show that they did not, in fact, reach.
Sandra blushed a bit. "R-right. Okay. Hands for when the crowd's not watching. Okay. I can get the hang of this." She took another breath and turned on the smile, "Lead on..."
"Already here," She quipped as she pulled up to a table perusing the menus. "You lot ready to order?  Still need a few?"  She asked, pen and pad at the ready.
"Ehh...." The first person at the table said, flipping through the pages.
"I know what I want..."  The second person said, "But I'm waiting for them."
"I think I'd like a beer, actually,"  The third person at the table said, pointing out the kind he'd like.
"Certainly!" Maddi quipped. "And we'll have it brought to you by our new trainee!"  She said, gesturing to Sandra.  "Will that be all?"  Maddi waited for a moment, then nodded confirmation. "All right, then! Come along, Sandra." She said as she headed for the bar.

Maddi and Sandra made their way to the front of the restaurant, cutting through the wide aisles to get to the raised bar section.
"It gets tight in here," Maddi cautioned as she took the steps up, "Mind your arms and the chair backs."
Sandra followed Maddi up, eyebrows raising as she followed in the british girl's double-wide wake. It was impressive the way she turned and weaved, swaying hips and bouncing breasts missing tables, chairs, and customers by mere inches as she made her way to the bar, squishing past a leaving waitress as she sidled up to the bar where the tenders were busy mixing drinks and carrying on.
"Two kinds of drinks," Maddi said, holding up her fingers, "Low menu and high menu.  Low menu is the regular stuff, high menu is all the... well, *this* nonsense,"  she said, gesturing to her bosoms.  "Bottled drinks, like this... 'spare tire' the gentleman ordered, those obviously are always low menu so you don't need to specify. Only mixed drinks can be high-menu, so only mixed drinks need specifying.  With me so far?"
Sandra nodded as Maddi talked, looking a bit like one of those drinking-bird toys.
"Bottles fine, cocktails ask. Gotcha," She nodded.

One of the bartenders finally looked up at Sandra, catching her eye and nodding once, a slightly pregnant pause before he finally piped up with a "Yes?", adding a more urgent nod.
"Oh! Sorry!" Sandra said.  "One Spare Tire, please,"  She asked.
"That's it?" the bartender asked.
"So far?"  Sandra ventured, as if feeling the truth was somehow an inadequate answer.
The bartender shrugged and ducked under the bar, pulling a bottle of beer out of the fridge built into the bar and deftly popping the cap off before handing it over to Sandra, pausing for a second when she reached for the bottle before letting her take it with her hand.  Sandra turned and started to take a step when Maddi pointedly cleared her throat, causing Sandra to jump.
"Oh!  Geeze, right," She said, staring into her cleavage. "Uh..."
"Hey Maddi!"  A voice came from beside, and Sandra looked to see the largest pair of breasts she'd ever seen, dwarfing even Maddi's impressive measurements. This must have been the fabled "Size 5" Maddi had warned her about, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer acreage of the woman's bosoms.
"Good evening, Sheila,"  Maddi said, nodding.  "I'm training up the newcomer, it seems."
"Hi!" The enormous bosomed woman said, waving her hand. "Sheila Miles, I work the bar beat. I'd offer my hand, but..."  She said, snickering.  "Can I get in?"
It took Sandra a moment to realize the reason she wasn't offering her hand was because there was no way, even with both their arms extended, that she could ever shake hands facing Sheila and her titanic mammaries.  Sandra brought her free hand up and stiffly waved back, still boggled by the size of Sheila's bosoms.
"...Need to drop off these orders,"  Sheila clarified, causing Sandra to start and quickly step out of the way, Sheila pushing up next to the bar and handing a slip of orders to the tenders. "You working the bar tonight?" She asked.
"No, I'm just showing her the ropes. We should get back to our tables, really,"  She nodded to her friend. "I'll see you at lunch."
Sandra started to move again, and Maddi decanted from the wall, clearing her throat again.  
"Oh!"  Sandra said, spinning to face Maddi, the beer bottle still held next to her chest. "Right, that's... Ah..."  she stammered, looking at her cleavage.
Maddi put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You can just bloody ask, you know," She said. "There's no shame in it."  Without waiting for an answer, she began rattling off pointers.  

"Close to your face, but not so close you'll breathe on it-stroke-bump into it. Deep enough in your cleavage so it doesn't tilt or slosh, but not so deep the guests can't clearly see it. And above all else, do it quickly, else it'll warm up en route, and even the British don't like their beer warm,"  She said, holding back a smile at her last line.
"Right, right,"  Sandra nodded, repeating the words in her head as she tentatively corkscrewed the bottom of the bottle between her breasts, shivering a little at the sensation.  
"Cold?" Maddi asked. "You get used to it.  Now, let's see how you do with that bottle there.  It's one of the easiet things to carry, they don't slosh easy and stay upright well... wait until you've got to bring a martini glass out, though."
Sandra's brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle that one out, keeping her shoulders as straight as possible to keep the swaying of her breasts, and thus the drink between them, to a manageable level.
"We'll drop this one off, grab the sodas from that other table, and by then they should be ready to order."  Maddi said as she led the way back. "It's a bit of a juggling job, it is, knowing wh-"
"HwOOOah!"  Sandra exclaimed as she missed the step coming down off the bar, stumbling forward a few steps.  She reflexively brought her arms up to catch the drink she was carrying, but without having gotten used to her newly-enlarged size she wound up simply hugging her bosoms into herself, the flesh rising up and steadying the bottle even as the jerking motion sloshed a tiny bit out of the top.
"What in blazes?" Maddi asked, looking back over her shoulder as Sandra straightened herself.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit,"  Sandra spat as she looked around, not knowing what to do.  She took a napkin roll out of her saddlebags and dabbed up the spilled beer, blushing a bit at sticking her hand in her cleavage in front of everyone. "Crap, I'm sorry, what do I do? I didn't mean to!"
"Steady on, then,"  Maddi said, turning and looking at Sandra's chest.  "Bottle's fine, only spilled a little bit. Just hurry on and mind the step next time."
"Right, sorry,"  Sandra said as she followed Maddi, trying to find some way to watch her feet as she walked, nearly whapping a guest on their way to the bathrooms with her bosoms as she twisted her shoulder this way and that, trying without success to see the ground immediately in front of her.

Maddi and Sandra made their way to the table with the three indecisives, Maddi once again stepping aside and gesturing for Sandra to proceed.
"Okay!" Sandra said as she stood up to the table, removing the bottle form her cleavage.  "Here's your beer... sir..."  She said, trailing off a bit as she held the beer out, wavering a bit until one of the men pointed out the recipient.
"You lot decided what you'd like to eat?" Maddi asked, her pad and pen at the ready.  She caught sandra's eye, gesturing slightly with her pen and pad, and Sandra started, scrambling in her saddlebags for her order pad.
"Yeah, I think so,"  The first man said as his compatriot took a swig off his bottle.  "Tell you what, you guys go first, I'll know by the time you're done."
"I'll have the 'Baby Got Back' ribs, half-rack,"  The second man said. "With the mashed potatoes side."
"That's not gonna give you a huge ass or anthing, is it?" The third man ribbed.
"Nothing with a Y chromosome, sadly,"  Maddi said, trying not to roll her eyes.
The third man laughed, taking one last look at his menu as he started speaking.
"Yeah, I'm getting the, uh, the Big Meat Burger,"  He said.
"What kind of cheese?"  Maddi asked, Sandra still writing the name down.
"Ehh... swiss, how about?" the man replied.
"And how would you like that cooked?" Maddi asked.  "Pink throughout, red, a bit of pink inside...?"
"Mmm, mostly pink,"  The man said.
"Medium it is," Maddi nodded, Sandra furiously scribbling to keeep up. "And for you, sir?"  She asked the first man.
"I... I think I'm gonna...  Okay, yeah, I'll take the Best Breast Club Sandwich," he finally said, "But can I get the mustard sauce on the side?"
"Of course," Maddi replied.  "Anything else I can get for you lot?" Maddi finished.
"A lapdance?" The man with the beer said, snickering as he eyed Maddi's enormous bum.
"Not on the menu," Maddi said quickly but still maintaining a veneer of politeness. "All right then, I'll get these in to the kitchen straight away,"  She said, gesturing for Sandra with her pen before maneuvering herself away from the table.

"Uuuuhg, I *hate* that,"  Maddi seethed.
"Does that happen a lot?" Sandra asked, her brows pinching in.
"Often enough," Maddi said, shaking her head. "Comes with the... uniform, I suppose," She added, clearing her throat. Stiff upper lip. Mustn't let the new girl down, you're supposed to be training her, after all! "Right then, let's see what you've got there," Maddi said as they headed for the kitchen, holding her hand out for Sandra's pad.  Sandra moved alongside Maddi, accidentally bumping her swaying rear as she approached."Ooops! Sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"Mind the sway," Maddi said as her cheeks jiggled from the impact, "But no harm done. Just mind you don't do it when I'm carrying food," she said, taking Sandra's notepad.  "Hmm, good printing, so the cooks won't have any problems, but you're making more work for yourself than you need," She said as she handed both her and Sandra's pads back. "See there?  Nothing on the menu has the same acronym, so 'BMB' or 'BBCS' really can't mean much of anything else. The 'M' after the burger means 'Medium, obviously, with 'W' and 'R' for 'Well done' and 'Rare', respectively.  Mix as needed for the edge cases- medium rare and whatnot- and cheeses are the first two letters of the name."
Sandra nodded, comparing her long, hastily-scribbled names with Maddi's much more compact "BMB-M, Sw" note. She went down the lists, comparing how they were shortened and committing the abbreviations and symbols to memory, like the circled 'Mus' on the chicken sandwich to indicate it being put on the side.

"All right, go ahead and give yours to the cooks, should work well enough.  I'm going to use the loo,"  Maddi said, walking ahead of Sandra and turning left at the intersection with the kitchen. Sandra went ahead and tacked her order up next to the others in the kitchen, asking "Like this, right?" as she did so, breathing a sigh of relief as one of the cooks nodded at her in response. Nothing *too* disastrous so far, or at least she hoped.  She looked down the hallway towards the lounge and the bathrooms, wondering how long Maddi would be.  She looked back towards the dining area, seeing another waitress approaching with used dishes clanking lightly on her breasts, looking bigger than Maddi's but not yet the same enormous size as Sheila's.

She looked back to her pad, comparing it with Maddi's.  
"Circle for sides, two letters for cheeses, acronyms..."  She muttered to herself, trying to commit the shortcuts to memory.  She heard dishes clanking behind her as they were loaded in the washbin. "Let's see, it's 'Sw' for swiss, so that'd be 'Am' for american, 'Ch' for cheddar...  do they have sharp and mild?  And I wonder about provolone..."  She muttered under her breath, looking for a menu to check.
"What was that?" a voice came from behind her the question so pointed and aggessive it made Sandra jump like it'd been a whip-crack.
"What was wha-?" She started, spinning on her heels and going a bit farther than she'd originally intended. She steadied herself and looked at the glaring eyes behind short dark hair. "I didn't-"
"Didn't what?" Riley said, advancing.  Her breasts pressed against Sandra's front. "You got somethin' to say to me?"
Sandra took a half-step back, mentally and physically. "What? No! I don't even know you!"
"Know eough to talk about me behind my back, though, eh newbie?"  Riley said, stepping forward, keeping pressure on Sandra's breasts with her own titanic mounds.
"Wh-what? No! I don't talk about people behind their back! I haven't even been here three hours yet, I don't even know your name!" she raised her hands in a surrendering pose, stepping back as Riley stepped forward. She was more confused than scared, but she feared just how much this would escalate.
Just then Maddi exited the bathroom, seeing  Riley bearing down on the poor waitress. "Oi!"  Maddi called out, "What's-"
"Oh, so THAT'S it,"  Riley snarled, pressing further against Sandra.  "Been getting all your gossip from 'Cupcake', have you?  The Royal Pain?!"
"N-n-no! I haven't gotten anything out of Cupca- Maddi- *Maddison*!" she shook her head. "M-Maddi, tell her! I haven't said anything about anyone; I'm still trying to get order shorthand down!"
"Oi, hold on a-"  Maddi said, walking quicky down the hall.
"Fine! I see how it is! Here!"  Riley yelled, ducking her shoulders and giving a great forward/upward heave with her breasts, shoving Sandra violently.  
Maddi saw Sandra starting to topple over, and lunged to catch Sandra, her instinctive reach with her arms ultimately futile as her breasts reached Sandra first, catching her and propping her back up right as Riley closed the distance, squashing Sandra between the colliding walls of barely-constrained breastflesh.
Sandra turned bright red as she was steadied between their four breasts. It's just a costume, it's just a costume, she repeated in her mind. "R-really, I don't know what's going on. This is just a big misunderstanding-"
"Oi, what's your problem, then?"  Maddi barked, fed up with Riley's crap and knowing she had the mass to stand up to her after the night with Angie.  
"You're already a huge pain in my ass, I don't need you helping others along like your damn nuicance junior!"  Riley said, shoving her boobs with her arms to try to push Maddi out of the way.
Sandra rocked with Riley's shove but stood her ground. She snaked her hands through their cleavage to make her best 'surrender' pose again. "Um, hey, this is between you two, I'm sure, so if you could maybe just let me out and we can discuss this like calm-"
Maddi took a half-step back, then bowed her own shoulders forward, pressing against Riley's tide of breastflesh like she was bracing against strong winds, pressing back even harder.
"That's more than enough from you, you prat!"  Maddi said. "Some nerve, harrassing her just because I'm training her!"
"Training her to be a bitch, sure!" Riley spat back, shouting now as she shoved harder and harder against Maddi, their breasts mashing out and up as there was no more give between them in this push-of-war.
"G-girls...? Hey, c'mon..." Sandra felt herself being lifted by the mounds around her, the masses of flesh rising up around her. She stood on her tip-toes as they threatened to envelop her and leaned back, trying to keep balance. "C-come on now, can't we talk this over..?"
With a shove from Riley, Sandra yelped as she was lifted off her feet, Maddi's pushback sending her jostling the other way.  Only Sandra's size 2 bust kept her from sliding between the compressed cleavage as Maddi and Riley continued to shove breasts and hurl insults against one another.   Maddi had the balance to stay on her feet, but Riley's larger bosoms were winning the war, and Maddi knew it was only a matter of time before she was bowled over under the relentless assault of Riley's furious funbags. Reaching over her bosoms Maddi took hold of Sandra's arm and spun away, tilting back so she was momentraily cradling Sandra in her cleavage as she moved away, Riley stumbling forward and pegging herself into her own cleavage as Maddi's resistance suddenly vanished.
Maddi had scarce little time to reflect on the most perverted ballet ever as she set Sandra back down, hurrying her back into the dining area and away from Riley.
"What the heck was her problem?" Sandra muttered to Maddi as they passed through the double doors to the dining area. "I'm just minding my own business and she starts shouting at me!"
"I see you've met the resident wrecking ball..."  Maddi muttered, straightening her outfit.  
"Oh, so it's not just me," Sandra said, her expression softening a bit. "That's... comforting, in a way."
Maddi laughed.  "Sadly, no. It's everyone.  And she seems to have it particularly out for me..."  Maddi said. "What brought all this nonsense on, anyhow? I know Riley's a prat, but surely something happened to set off her tinder-box..."
"I think it was my habit. I'm trying to get a lay of the land and keep everything straight, so I kinda... talk to myself. Repeat everything, make up some mnemonics, that kinda thing. I usually keep it in my head, but I guess I was muttering." She shook her head, trying to stay with Maddi as they walked between the tables. "She thought I was talking about her for some reason. I guess if she's that infamous, it was a safe bet..."
"And paranoid, apparently,"  Maddi scoffed.  "Come on, we've got to get those drinks to the table, and the next table after that..."
Sandra nodded. "Right. In the cleavage, not too deep, not too high, mind the step right past the bar so it doesn't spill this time. Got it," She nodded, straightening herself before looking to Maddi. "...Right?"
Maddi smiled. "Fast learner, you are," she said. "Just need to get used to... well, all that, and you're spot on."  She turned, and paused, looking back to sandra.  "Please don't let on to anyone I did ballet with you jammed in my cleavage," she said, blushing a bit.  "There's comfortable, but then there's *too* comfortable..."
Sandra stifled a giggle. "I'm just glad to be out of there," she said.
Maddi nodded.  "Right. Onward, then," She said, and continued to the next table.
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"Working Girl"

Chapter 15: Little Big Problems


As Angie tried to find a way to efficiently eat her dinner, Maddi took note of the fact that one towel was no longer enough to preserve the poor girl's modesty; the breasts had grown too far apart for even the gargantuan Juggalos towels to span the hump of Angie's somach *and* reach over both nipples adequately.
"No wonder Trixie had me get a stack of towels,"  Maddi muttered to herself as she came up to the breast closest to the door and pulled the towel down it, draping the entire breast by itself instead of just laying it over the top.  Angie giggled and squirmed in her seat, the reaction sending the entire pile of flesh in front of Maddi to motion like an irritated gelatin mould.
"What's gotten into you, now?"  Maddi asked.
"S-sorry,"  Angie said around a mouthful of steak. "Th-that, um, tickles, is all,"  She said, smiling, a hand to her mouth in case an errant giggle threatened to send a piece of half-chewed food flying.
Maddi frowned, looking down at the rough terrycloth, not figuring it for ticklish material.  She lifted the towel, wondering if perhaps there was something on the opposite side responsible for the strange reaction.
Aside from a slight flushing, Maddi saw nothing too out of the ordinay for Juggalos, but nevertheless wasted no time in unfurling the towel and draping it over Angie's right breast, shaking her head as she returned to her spot between Angie and the door.  Maddi had barely sat down before the white plate hovered into view, being held towards her by Angie, the surface looking like it had been licked clean.
"Can you, um, go see if they have anything else?"  Angie asked as Maddi accepted the plate, eyebrows seeming to race each other up her forehead.
"S-sure,"  Maddi said, turning.  She hadn't taken her first full step when the door banged open again, Riley once again glowering into the lounge for a mere instant before taking off down the hallway again.  Maddi turned to confirm Angie had seen the same thing she had, Angie's confused frown confirmation enough for Maddi.
"...What's with Riley tonight?" Angie wondered aloud, Maddi simply shaking her head and shrugging in response.  Poking her head outside, Maddi checked to make sure she couldn't see the brutish waitress and once again approached the kitchen staff, dropping her plate into the washbin.
"Again?"  The chef nearest the corner asked. "Well, uh..."
"Salad with the wrong dressing on it,"  Carlos said, sliding it over the top of the workspace.
"Well, all right then," The first chef said, grabbing it and handing it off to Maddi.
"Thank you," Maddi said, nodding. "I don't suppose there's anything else?"
"Basket of fries a family changed their minds on,"  A server said, placing it on Maddi's bum as she came up from behind them.  "Angie doin' okay in there?"
"She's... coping,"  Maddi said, taking both items and turning back towards the lounge.  
"Oh, it's almost lunch," the chef called out to her, "So there won't be much food to spare until the other waitresses get their food!"
"Right!" Maddi said, nodding as she pressed her way into the lounge, only to find Trixie standing in front of Angie, whose head was lolled back over her seat, a hand to her head.

"Oohhhh..." Angie moaned, her head loling bak and forth.
"Angie.  Angie!  Focus,"  Trixie said, clapping her hands twice, her head snapping to Maddi and then back to Angie when she saw it wasn't someone not allowed to be in the lounge.
"S-sorry,"  She said, blinking and righting her head.  "I dunno what came over me..."
"The vertigo will pass,"  Trixie said. "You're already floorbound, so balance won't be an issue, but just try and keep your head together,"  She finished as Maddi approached. "We'll get you some blankets and stuff, but you're basically staying the night,"  Trixie said,   "You're gonna need to drain out a lot of this weight, and it ain't pretty, but there's pretty much no way you're gonna fit basically anywhere until you do."
Angie nodded, eyes brightening as she saw Maddi approaching with food.  "But, so...  It's going to be okay, right?  I mean, am I going to need a cesarian or something?"
Trixie scoffed.  "As crazy as it seems, you've still just got a little golf ball worth of a baby in there,"  she said, patting Angie's stomach. "All that's just water weight.  But hey, on the bright side, no stretch marks... basically ever."
Angie nodded as she took a plate from Maddi, taking a deep breath before stuffing a trio of fries in her mouth. "Bwut, youh did thay- gulp- something about 'the baby will have a hard time of it'...?" she asked, her brow pinching up in concern.
"Not medically, at least not really," Trixie said, looking down and scratching the back of her head.  "I mean, it's not downs or fetal alcohol syndrome or anything like that, but, well..."  She blew a breath out through her mouth, looking up at the ceiling as her cheeks puffed out. "You know what, forget I said anything. I've really only got one point of data, which, God willing, none of you will ever see, so just worry about how you're going to make ends meet without this job for the next six or seven months."
Angie coughed her mouthful of greens back onto her plate. "Trixie-!"
"No," Trixie said, shaking her head.  "Not a chance. You were all told at orientation how seriously we took maternity leave- either you're up front and we take care of you or you try and hide it and your ass is grass.  Remember when I said we'd know if you were pregnant while working here?  This is how."
"But Trixie, I *swear*-" She started, before her eyes pinched close again, grabbing the seat of her chair in her hands as though there was any way for her titanic mass to tip over.
"Easy," Trixie said again.  "Don't get worked up. But the only reason I'm letting this one slide is because I honestly believe you could be naive enough to not know you were pregnant,"  Trixie continued, hands on her hips. "You'll get a small stipend every month while you're preggers, and after the baby's out, you can come back if you feel like it, but so long as that girl's inside you, you're not to darken this doorstep for any reason- employee, customer, heck, door-to-door salesman, for all I care."  Trixie raised a pointed finger at Angie, high enough for her to see it over the crest of her belly. "This isn't just about you, anymore- you've set your kid on the back foot with this little stunt, and accident or no I'm not gonna allow you to make it any worse."
Angie opnned one eye and nodded, chewing morosely as she looked down at her dome-like stomach.

Trixie turned to Maddi, sighed, looked at her watch, then back to Angie.  "I'll have the kitchen make you up some stuff,"  She said.  "Maddi, go pick it up quick, it's nearly lunch and I don't want people to know you're jumping the line."
"Me?" Maddi asked, incredulous.
"You know what I mean,"  Trixie said as she headed for the doors. "And I'll have them scrounge up some lobster pots, too."
"Lobster pots...?"  Maddi asked, turning around, but Trixie was already through the doors.

* * *

Maddi looked at the clock on the wall, turning her head as she heard the door open slightly again, another lunch-goer curious as to why the lounge was closed.  Maddi couldn't blame them; after all, the sign said no *entry*, nothing about no *looking*.
Maddi supposed lunch had moved to the ballroom, as there weren't many other spaces in the restaurant that could hold the other waitresses all together like that.  Still, she gave it a couple minutes after she saw the last person darken the lounge's doorway, long enough for everyone to get into the ballroom but before they'd all been able to get their orders written down.
"You okay for a bit, Angie?"  Maddi asked, looking over to the other waitress.
"Yeah, yeah I think so," Angie nodded.  "I know which way's up at least..."
Maddi snuck out of the lounge, at least as much as any woman the girth of a decent-sized sofa could sneak anywhere. She went to the kitchen and found three plates of food cooling on the to-go rack, a slip reading simply "Maddi" tucked into one of the baskets of cheese fries.
"Are these all for...?" Maddi started.
"Angie? Yep.  Better hurry, before the other orders start coming in."
Maddi nodded, grabbing one tray of food, and then another, before realizing there was too much to carry in just her arms.  Sighing, she arranged the trays on her rump, shrugging inwardly. At least I managed to avoid this whole routine until lunch, she thought as she made her way to the lounge.
"Thank goodness,"  Angie said as she saw the trays on Maddi's bum, "I'm starving."
"Probaby just the hormones talking,"  Maddi said as she handed the first tray to Angie.
"I know it is," Angie scoffed.  "And no, I'm not going to use the 'eating for two' excuse when I know it's- she's- the baby's probably no bigger than this fry," she said, holding aloft a particularly large steak fry, "but damn if I'm not starving all the same," She finished, popping the fry in her mouth and chewing.
Maddi simply nodded, keeping the conveyor of food going as Angie wolfed down appetizers and entrees with equal gusto.  Maddi, for her part, took stock of Angie's growth, noticing that her breasts now overflowed the backless chairs on all sides, the wooden legs keeping them off the ground but the actual seats invisible under the tide of flesh.

"Man," Angie said, fanning heself with one hand as she ate with the other.  "Did they kill the A/C or something?"
"...No?"  Maddi offered.  "Feels right about as it always does."
"I'm boiling,"  Angie said, shaking her head. "Is it the vertigo?"
"I've never heard of vertigo making one hot, and you're certainly not nauseous with the way you're having a go at those fries..." Maddi looked, and she noticed Angie did seem to be a bit sweaty, far more than sitting still in an open, air-conditioned room would rightly lead to.
"I guess this is why Trixie had me get a stack of towels,"  Maddi said, grabbing one off the pile. "Here, catch," She said, miming throwing it once before actually lobbing it to Angie when she looked ready to catch it.
"Oh, thanks," Angie said, dabbing her cheeks and neck with it.
"I can go ask someone to turn up the air cond-"
Suddenly the door banged open again, Maddi catching just a flash of Riley's scowl before she was gone again.
"...What's with her?"  Angie asked.  "It's almost like she's... concerned, or something."
Maddi laughed at the absurdity of it, but the comment stuck with her as she grabbed Angie's empty plates and excused heself to the kitchen. Could there be a bit of diamond in the warped, black, rough of coal that was Riley's heart?  She'd been wrong about Penelope, after all.

"Lobster pots, right?" Claire said as Maddi approcahed.  "Trixie told us to get 'em ready for you."  She went over to one of the freezers by the exit as Maddi dumped the used dishes.  Maddi was confused when Claire heaved a half-meeter pot out of the freezer, filled nearly to the brim with ice.
"What on earth?"  Maddi started as she approached.
"Don't ask me," Claire said as she ducked back inside the freezer.  "Trixie said Angie would need these to cool her down."  She grunted as she heaved the other one outside.
"How many times has this happened?"  Maddi asked, arching an eyebrow.  "That crazy bird's got this down to a science, it seems."
"First time I've seen it, and I've been here for three years now,"  Claire shrugged.  "How's she holding up?"
"As well as can be expected,"  Maddi said as she stood right in front of the pots and squatted down, grabbing one set of handles as her breastflesh mashed down around them. "The trick- hup!- will be seeing how she does when it wears off- *if* it wears off,"  She said, hefting the heavy pot up, the task made difficult by the fact she had to lift her breasts up to lift the pot.  Maddi waddled back to the lounge, pressing the doors open with her breasts and stumbling half-blind in Angie's general direction, finally dropping the pot on the ground and letting out the breath she'd been holding.
"What's that?"  Angie asked.
"Trixie's remedy for what ails you, apparently,"  Maddi said, heading back to the kitchen for the other pot.

"Phooo..."  Maddi huffed as she set the other pot on the ground, shaking her hands to relieve the stinging sensation the pot handles had caused from pressing into her fingers so hard.  "Those pills might help our backs, but they're rubbish for the arms,"  She said, rubbing her palms on her shorts.  
"Be with you in a second,"  Angie said, a hand over her eyes. "I forgot which way was up again."
Maddi huffed a laugh out her nose, but she had a good idea what the big pots were for. She began scooting the ice-filled pot under Angie's closest breast.
"...Okay," Angie said, blinking, "So what're these things for?"
"It's the closest a bird your size can get to a cold shower," Maddi said, one last side-push with her foot getting the pot full of ice under one sweat-slicked bosom.
"Nnngh!"  Angie grunted, twitching.  "That's- Geeze, warn me or something!"  She said.
"Well, it's helping, isn't it?" Maddi said as she wallked the other pot around Angie's enormous form.
Uh.... Well, yeah, kinda, actually,"  Angie said.  
"So she's not as crazy as she seems,"  Maddi mumbled as she worked the other pot under Angie's other breast, the pot near but not touching the slowly-expanding orb.
"Oooh, yeah, that does help,"  Angie said, dabbinng her neck and cleavage with her towel again.

Maddi returned to her seat next to Angie, no sound in the room besides the hum of the air conditioning and the irregular breathing coming from Angie, transitioning from panting to gasping to moaning, whether from heat or vertigo hard to place from one instance to the other.
"So how'd you get started here?"  Maddi finally asked, the awkward silence finally more than she could tolerate.
"At Juggalos?" Angie asked.
"Right," Maddi nodded.
"Well, I'd worked as a waitress before, short-order stuff in high school, but a friend of mine told me about this place and I had to see it for myself,"  She said, looking up at the ceiling.  "I probably thought the same thing everyone does when they first see this place: it's all fakes, some kinda Hooters on steroids or something.  But after finding out how much the waitresses make here, how could I say no?"
"So it's just about the paycheck?"  Maddi asked.
"Well...  not entirely,"  Angie said, biting back a smile and turning her head away from Maddi. "Call it the bad influence of unrealistic advertising or whatever, but I really like being curvy.  Rocking those basketball-boobs for eight hours a night is the best part of my week, for reals.  I mean, I don't know if you've ever noticed me in the locker room, but I'm pretty flat even for asian girls.  I used to like to wear my hair back in a ponytail until too many people mistook me for a boy."
"Really,"  Maddi said, intrigued.
"Yeah.  I mean, it's not that I'm not happy with my looks as-is, but it's just... fun, I guess, to wear those kinds of curves like a costume."
"And this?"  Maddi asked, nodding her head towards Angie's bulk.
"Too much of a good thing," Angie laughed."I've always wondered how girls like you and Penny deal with being on the far end of the scale.  I mean, I'd like to get promoted up to the threes and fours someday, but...  I mean, geeze, how do you *do* it?" She asked, looking at the way Maddi was sitting nearly level with her without the use of a chair.
"...Delicately," Maddi said, looking down at herself. "It takes a great deal of awareness, of presence, to be able to move around when your shoulders are a midpoint of nearly two meters of flesh..."
Angie shook her head.  "Crazy."

They were silent for a moment, left with just the humming, until Angie spoke again.
"You know, when I heard about what had happened- the whole dine-and-dash thing- I thought for sure Trixie'd have you washing dishes or something.  You must've really impressed her."
"Lucky me..."  Maddi groused.
"C'mon, don't tell me you would've rather been elbow-deep in dirty dishes and half-eaten food all night every night,"  Angie said.
"I'd have to think on it,"  Maddie replied.
"Well, if nothing else, if you hadn't been a waitress, you probably wouldn't've convinced Mr. Big to give that penny to Sheila."
"...There is that, I suppose,"  Maddi said, nodding.  No two ways about that one: It was Maddi's fault/credit that got Sheila out of the financial straitjacket she'd been living in for so long, and- through Mr. Big's duplicitous gift- what finally brought the two of them to reconcile their differences in class, however roughly.
Maddi stared off into the distance, chewing over Angie's words.  It was true.  There was certain, defnite, unequivocal good that came from Juggalos, and her tenure at it, that could not have happened otherwise.  She was actually being brought to be *thankful* to the restaurant for something, and she didn't quite know how to respond to it.

Did that mean she should be thankful for her classmates tricking her into coming here?  Appreciative of her being forced to take that damnable tonic?  Maddi felt herself calcifying, bitterness and resentment welling up inside her.  But still, she thought, if she'd been offered the chance to quit the evening before Mr. Big came, would she have?  Of course.  She certainly hadn't needed the thousand-dollar tip.  And her possibly being able to enhance the lives of others was a weak argument for submitting to personal misery, especially when it was more or less an army of strangers.
Maddi's mind flashed back to Trixie's challenge at the end of that terrible night, how she couldn't even name two things about anyone who worked here besides Sheila.  Maybe there was something to that, Maddi admitted to herself.  Maybe she was among strangers only because she kept them that way.
"Oi, Angie?" Maddi asked, looking over at her. "Are you a student in the area, or do you work full-time?"

* * *

"And so there I was, looking down into this... this doorstop of white starch, and my brother and mother are looking at me like, 'oh my God, you fail at being Asian!'" Angie finished, laughing and putting a hand over her eyes.
Maddi laughed along with her, shaking her head. "I'm sure it's not as bad as all that,"  She said.
"Well, I mean, yeah, not *literally* or anything,"  Angie said, "But it's like, like trying your shoelaces wrong.  How do you screw something up when you've done it a million times bef-"
They were interrupted by a now-familiar bang, Riley once again behind the swinging door.
"...Oi!"  Maddi said, lurching to her feet.  She was getting tired of the silent treatment, and headed for the door as quickly as she could balance her swinging globes. She burst out of the doorway before they'd even settled down from Riley's blow, letting out another "Oi!" as she looked up and down the hallway.  Maddi turned towards the kitchen, hedging her bets since if Riley had gone out into the dining room she couldn't very well chase her down in front of all the customers.  Maddi reached the end of the hallway, pressing herself against the wall to avoid bumping another server on her way to the corner. Maddi reached the intersection between the kitchen and the hallway leading to the locker room and the ballroom, but there was no sign of the raven-haired foxgirl anywhere.  
"Hmph,"  Maddi puffed, putting her hands on her hips.
"Order up?"  The chef nearest Maddi asked.
"What's with Riley, anyways?" Maddi retorted, spinning to the voice but stopping short of knocking him back with her breasts.
"Riley?"  He asked, looking back and forth. "Riley's a jerk. End of story."
"Then how come she still works here?"  Maddi asked as the chef began to step away.  
"She gets a lot fewer complaints than you think," He said, half-turning back to Maddi.  "I think it's a dom/sub thing.  A *lot* of people won't come in unless she's working, I've heard."  He started to turn back to his work, but stopped short, turning slightly back to Maddi. "Best thing is, she doesn't even know, I don't think," He said.  "She's not a dominatrix wannabe or anything, Riley's just a jerk with a short fuse and a complex."
Maddi shook her head, turning and heading back to the lounge.

"Hey Maddi?"  Angie asked as she came through the doors, "I think the ice is all melted or something.  That or I'm getting even hotter,"  She said.
Maddi looked and saw that that Angie was at least half-right; even if there was ice left in the bucket, the fact that she couldn't see any condensation on the side of the lobster pot meant its contents had been raised near enough to room temperature to not be cooling the poor girl down anymore.  Worse still, the slow growth of her breasts had been enough to close the gap with the pots. Her bosoms were now resting just as heavily on them as they were the backless chairs.

"Urgh..."  Maddi grunted as she leaned down, laying on her breasts and reaching for the handle of the lobster pot, blanching a bit as she had to squeeze her hand under Angie's breastflesh to reach it and the expression blossoming into a full blown revulsed shudder as she heard Angie gasp from it.
So long as we're both miserable from me having to man-handle her bosoms, I suppose it's not too bad... Maddi thought wryly as she knelt down on her bosoms, digging the other pot out from under Angie's breast.
Angie groaned, biting the towel as she scrunched her eyes shut.  "I almost don't wanna do it again," Angie said, leaning her head back, "But I'm so damn hot..."

Maddi looked at the poor girl, olive skin flushed and slicked with sweat, the two towels preserving her modestly compltely soaked through. "Sod it all..."  She grumbled.  "Okay, let's get these replaced first,"  She said, grabbing the edge of the sopping wet towel and pulling it off of Angie. Maddi grimmaced as she wadded the wet towel up and threw it into the corner, then went for the other one.  She lobbed the used towels into the far corner of the lounge, the wet "Splap" as they landed causing her lip to curl.  She got the last of the dry towels from her stack, tossing one over each breast like some kind of absurdly out-of-scale bikini. She was reminded of Sheila's condition at the end of the night with Mr. Big, even her enormous size-five blouse reduced to a scandalous tube top.

"Sod it all..."  Maddi repeated as she looked at the two lukewarm pots of water, cursing inwardly at how much they weighed.
"If you were a little hotter, maybe you could have evaporated some of this,"  Maddi joked, trying to lighten the mood as she squatted down next to the pot, since everything else in the room was now quite heavy.
"Huurrrpffh!"  She grunted as she hoisted the nearly-full pot up, knuckles immediately whitening under the weight they were curled around.  Maddi stumbled her way out of the lounge and down to the kitchen, where she set the pot down so quickly and forcefully the water splashed up on the underside of her breasts, soaking her top.
"Somebody please dump this out, if you wouldn't mind," Maddi gasped, backing away.  "I'm in no shape to lift that blasted thing up over my waist like this," She said, turning and heading back for the other pot.  Maddi popped into the lounge, scowling when she saw the towels were already darkening with moisture, Angie's internal furnace causing her to sweat profusely. With a renewed sense of urgency, Maddi hefted the heavy pot beneath her breasts once again and stumbled out towards the kitchen.  
By the time she reached the dishbin, the creases in her fingers felt like they were going to saw her digits in half, the combined weight of the heavy pot, her even heavier breasts, and the gallons of melted ice all hanging on two loops of stainless steel pulling agonizingly against her fingers.  She dropped the second pot on the ground, creating a smaller but still top-soaking splash, and stood up, blowing on her fingers.
"Trade?"  Maddi offered between puffs, as a chef returned with the newly fillled lobster pot.
"Good grief,"  He said as he handed the ice-filled pot over to Maddi, "What's going on in there?"
"Nothing you want to see," Maddi huffed as she went back to the lounge.

Maddi quickly replaced the first pot and went back for the second, knowing that every second wasted left Angie geting more uncontrollably heated. Maddi accepted the second ice-filled pot with a nod, then turned back to the lounge.

And found Riley heading straight for her.

Maddi froze for a second, wondering what to do. Riley was walking down the center of the aisle again, her size-four breasts leaving no room on either side of her to squeeze by without contact.  Maddi didn't have any dishes to spill this time, though, so she had nothing to fear from Riley...  except Riley herself.
Steeling herself, Maddi stepped into the middle of the hallway, squaring her shoulders and thrusting her chest out, her size-three breasts still not bigger than Riley's, but much more prominent, standing off her chest like huge, round, fixed bayonets.
Riley, for her part, showed no signs of slowing down, twisting her torso to bring her breasts over to one side.  
"Oi, Riley,"  Maddi asked, "What's your problem, then?  Why've you been banging in on Angie and I?"
Riley said nothing, and as she closed to striking distance, Maddi saw Riley jerk her shoulders to one side, sending her breasts swinging nearly to the wall.  Maddi recognized the physics involved, and shifted all her weight to her left foot.  As Riley's breasts struck Maddi's, she didn't resist the blow at all; rather she went with the momentum, going into a pirouette that brought her enormous bum around and straight into Riley's breasts.  Once again, Maddi went with the momentum, using the ricochete off Riley's breasts to spin her back to facing forwards as Riley stumbled back a few paces. First charm school and now ballet, Maddi thought as she righted herself. If I could tell my younger self what I'd use those classes for she'd think me daft, she thought, seizing her turn to advance on Riley.
"Come on, now, enough with the cold shoulders and dirty looks," Maddi demanded, "What're you on about?"
Riley just glared and lurched forward, hefting her breasts in her arms to make some kind of bosom pushing-match as she collided with Maddi.
"Seriously!"  Maddi said as she tried to keep Riley from slipping past her. "Is this some warped way- mmph- you show concern?"
"Concern?!" Riley exclaimed, pushing her larger breasts around Maddi's. "I'm just making sure she's still all fucked up!"
"What do you care?" Maddi demanded again.
"Who do you think had to take over your stupid tables?"  Riley demanded.  "Who do you think had to clean up your stupid mess when you slipped on the ice?" She snarled.  "Every damn time you show up to this place, you make more work for me, and all anyone cares about is boo hoo, poor rich little English girl!"
Maddi's concentration momentarily broken, Riley was able to wrestle Maddi's breasts to one side, allowing her to shove them- and concordantly, the rest of Maddi- against the wall long enough to storm by.

A brief flash of anger flared through Maddi, and she had half a mind to chase Riley down, but the pot in her hands reminded her of Angie and the dire straits she was in.  Shaking her head, Maddi went back into the lounge, wiping her face on the shoulder of her blouse.
"What happened out there?"  Angie asked, looking over the curve of her left breast.  "I thought I heard yelling."
"Riley is a self-centered, inconsiderate twat,"  Maddi said, shaking her head.
"Oh,"  Angie said, looking forward.  "...I coulda told you that."
Maddi snorted as she put the pot on the ground, pushing it underneath Angie's breast as she yelped and squirmed.  Maddi made her way around to the other pot, assessing the girl once again.  Angie had been slowly growing all night, and now, in the tail end of the evening, the totality of her growth was shocking, like compounded interest left alone for a few decades.  It was like a repeat of sheila's performance with Mr. Big, a wall of flesh taller than Maddi was, the enormous belly no longer just big enough for her to hypothetically stand up in but also wave her arms about without hitting the edges, at most angles.  On either side of her enormous belly, propped up- barely- by the backless chairs, was a round, heavy breast, at least a size six like Sheila had been after a milkshake or two.  Combined with her huge belly, it was, even for Juggalos, a ridiculous sight.
The doors banged open, and Maddi whirled on her feet to give Riley another go, if that's what she was after, but it was only Trixie, mashing her breasts against the right-hand door and kicking a doorstopper under it.
"Sorry to make an example of you, Angie,"  Trixie said, "But I'm super-super serious about the maternity leave thing, and this'll hopefully impress upon the other girls just *why* I'm so serious."
"Er, okay Trixie..."  Angie said, blushing a bit.  "Maddi... nothing's, like, *showing*, right?"  She asked.
"You're as decent as those things will allow," Maddi said, nodding towards Angie's breasts.
"Well... okay..."  She said, turning her face away from the door and blushing again.
Maddi got up and went to the doors as Trixie finished bracing the left-hand door open the other way, into the hallway.  As Trixie left, Maddi noticed that she'd put a new note up to replace the "No entry" one:

PREGNANT
  +
PILLS
  =
THIS!
<-------

TAKE YOUR
MATERNITY
LEAVE!

"Certainly can't fault her for vaguenes,"  Maddi scoffed, returning to Angie's side.  "Anything you need?"
"I'm actually kinda thirsty again,"  she said, looking back to the door.  "Something with bubbles. Lemon-lime?"
Maddi nodded and headed out the door, taking care not to knock the note off the door as she made her way back to the kitchen and got her soda.  As she turned to bring the soda back, she spied Trixie coming from the locker room, and side-stepped into her path.
Trixie raised an eyebrow as she slowed down, stopping just in front of Maddi with her arms over her chest.  "Yes...?"  She asked.
"Angie's boyfriend is named Donald, she's had four waitressing jobs before this one, drives a tan hatchback, has one younger brother, and still buggers up cooking rice once in a while."
Trixie's head cocked to the side, the same brow rising even further.  "...You know the deal's no good after I tell you about it, right?"  She asked.
"I know," Maddi nodded. "Just eager to prove you wrong, I suppose."
Trixie smirked, her head bobbing once with a held-in chortle. "Fair enough," She said, making a twirling motion with her finger.  "Now get back to work.  And carry that Juggalos-style!" She said, Maddi rolling her eyes as she set the drink in her cleavage and walked the ten steps to the lounge before pulling it out and handing it to Angie.
"Thanks,"  Angie said, taking a long draught from the straw.  "You know,"  She continued after swallowing, "I'll bet after this however big I get won't seem so bad."
Maddi laughed. "Right enough. 'What's ten pounds of water weight? Bother me with it when I'm touching the ground'."
"'I've grown four cup sizes?'" Angie continued, laughing along with Maddi. "'For me that's a slow tuesday!'"

* * *

"All right," Trixie said as she came into the lounge, two other waitresses stepping aside, "It's time to clear out.  Everyone that's not spending the night, time to blow."
Maddi looked up at Trixie, standing up from her spot next to Angie and checking the lobster pot one last time to make sure it was still more ice than water.  She could feel her uniform loosening on her, and had noticed that Angie's growth seemed to finally have stopped, and her flushing had subsided to a large extent.
"So, if this is when the pills are supposed to wear off, how long until this wears off?" Maddi asked, nodding her head back at Angie's bloated form.
"She'll probably be able to walk again by morning," Trixie said, thinking. "Better leave a note for the opening crew. But anyways!"  She snapped, looking back at Maddi.  "You. Out. Now."
Maddi nodded, looking back over her shoulder.  "Goodnight, Angie,"  Maddi said. "See you around."
"Later Maddi!"  Angie said, waving.  "Wish me luck!"
Maddi made her way to the locker room, finding Sheila in her usual half-dressed pose, waiting for her breasts to shrink small enough for her to fit her top over them.
"Hey there!"  Sheila said, beaming.  "How was babysitting Angie?  Heard it was pretty crazy in there."
"It was... something else," Maddi nodded, doffing her Juggalos uniform and checking her cubby.  Everything seemed to still be in its place. "Angie was about the biggest thing I'd ever seen here. As in, Mr. Big sizes, but all in front."
Sheila whistled and shook her head.  "Crazy.  I mean, the boobs are bad enough, but a belly to match?  I can't even imagine."
"Well," Maddi shrugged, "I suppose that's why Trixie's so strict about maternity leave."
"Man,"  Sheila shook her head, finaly slipping her blouse over her breasts.  "I've never seen anything like that before."
"Trixie said it's only happened once before, and that we'd probably never see the result,"  Maddi said, sliding into her clothes. "What would be strange enough for Trixie to think it shameful or freakish... one shudders to think."
Sheila shook her head.  "Well, look on the bright side, at least you and I don't have anything to worry about in that department, eh?"
Maddi snorted. "I suppose not,"  She said.
"You 'suppose', huh?"  Sheila asked, grinning.  "Why's that? Anthony been making advances?"
"Sheila!"  Maddi exclaimed, whipping her friend with her bra.  "It's an expression, get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Sure, sure,"  Sheila teased.
Maddi shook her head and rolled her eyes as she finished getting dressed. "What's Riley's deal, by the by?"  She asked, changing the subject.
"Riley?"  Sheila asked, looking around quickly to confirm she wasn't within earshot.  "Trixie likes to have a bouncer that actually, like, bounces, I think is what it is.  She puts up with Riley's attitude because she wants it to be working for her when she needs it.  You've never seen it, but Riley can throw down when drunks or creeps get too grabby, even with those things in her way."
"Hmph.  Well, she kept bothering me and Angie tonight, and when I confronted her about it, she was self-centered, abrasive, and rude."
"Well, yeah," Sheila nodded.  "She's that too. I coulda told you that."
"You and half the rest of the waitstaff, apparently," Maddi snorted.  "Come on, then, let's be off."

* * *

"So, anything else interesting happen?" Sheila asked as they drove home.
"No, not really," Maddi said, shaking her head.  "Babysitting an enormous, swelling, amorous pregnant woman isn't as glamorous as you might think."
Sheila scoffed.  "At least it's an unusual sight for the restauarant. I saw how big Angie was on my way to the locker room, you'd need to scarf down about a dozen pot-bellied pot-pies to get anywhere near that big."
"Ha, right on that one," Maddi said. "Hourglasses seem to be the order of the day, usually."
"Hmm..."  Sheila said, looking over at Maddi with a poorly-hidden grin pulling her lips.
"Oi, and what's that for?"  Maddi asked, scooting in her seat to look at Sheila.
"Nothing," She said, still grinning.
"Now if that isn't a bald-faced lie," Maddi said.  "Come now, spit it out."
"Nothing,"  Sheila repeated, shaking her head.  "I don't want to jinx it."
"Jinx?"  Maddi sputtered.  "Now see here-"
"Okay, okay!"  Sheila exclaimed, laughing.  "I'll tell you if it'll save me another lecture!"
Maddi simply crossed her arms.  "...I'm waiting,"  She said after a few moments.
"Okay," Sheila said, clearing her throat.  "It's just that this is the first night where I haven't heard you complain about anything relating to the job."
"Wh- it's not that unusual!"  Maddi retorted.
"First time, Maddi,"  Sheila said, holding the wheel with one hand so she could hold a finger up to her passenger. "First time."
"Well, what about Riley?"  Maddi asked.  "That was a complaint!"
Sheila chuckled. "Going the other way, now?  Besides, Riley doesn't count, she's mean to everyone." Sheila checked over her shoulder as she changed lanes. "Anyways, I was talking about the job.  All the pressing doors open with your boobs, hip-checking Riley, hell, you basically spoonge-bathed another woman obscenely huge even by *Juggalos* standards, and not one peep about 'bawdry' or 'salacious' or 'crude filth' or any of that that I've been putting up with for the past two weeks,"  She said, attempting to mime Maddi's inflection on each word.
"First of all, I do *not* sound like that," Maddi said, trying not to laugh herself despite her offense, "And secondly, I was just leaving those words out, well... to be concise!"  She said, throwing her hands up as far as the car's roof allowed.
"Suuuure..."  Sheila said.
"You- why- cheeky little- daft- pah!"  Maddi sputtered, crossing her arms and looking out the window as Sheila laughed.  
There was a chance Sheila was right, Maddi thought. A small chance, perhaps, but a chance nonetheless.

Not that Maddi would ever admit it to her, of course.
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"Working Girl"

Chapter 14: Big Little Problems

"Here, allow me,"  Maddi said, getting out of the passenger seat of Sheila's car.
"What?  Maddi, no,"  Sheila said, the filler cap still in her hand.
"And why not?"  Maddi asked as she came around the back of the car, her purse already open. "You've driven me to and from this aw- this place every night,"  She said, biting back the "Awful" adjective to keep from another argument over Juggalos. "I've been using your petrol, only fair I pay for some of it."
"You don't have a car," Sheila shot back. "There's nothing for you to buy gas for."
"So I've been using your vehicle, as well,"  Maddi said as she pulled out her charge card. "That's two reasons for me to pay and none against."
"Oh, fine,"  Sheila relented, her own wallet still in her purse. "Have it your way,"  She said as she pulled the nozzle from the machine and stood aside as Maddi slid her card into it.
"Honestly,"  Maddi said, shaking her head as she pressed the buttons and retreived her card.  "I understand self-sufficiency, but you don't need to be a hermit, either,"  She said, squinting at her wallet.
"I just don't like taking charity,"  Sheila said as she locked the nozzle in place. "'Neither a borrower nor a lender be', and all that."
Maddi rolled her eyes as she rearranged the cards in her wallet, all there but jumbled up somehow out of the usual order she put them in. "Sage advice, but so is 'everything in moderation',"  She said.  "If you had fifty apples for the week and I had two, should I feel bad about asking you for one, or you for giving it?"
"Well, no, but that's different.  That's food."
"And what do you think buys the food?"  Maddi scoffed, intercepting Sheila as she tried to remove the nozzle.  "No, top it off.  And no lip, it's on my tab, I get to decide how much goes in."
Sheila reluctantly left the nozzle in, once again starting the pump up.  "Money...  I dunno,"  She said, shrugging and turning away.  "It's never been a pleasant subject in my family, is all,"  Sheila said, hugging her purse straps tight to her side. "Never enough, always something needing to be sacrificed, always something better to spend it on than ourselves."

For a few moments, Maddi was silent, processing the words as best she could. Her mother had always impressed upon her the importance of those with means providing for those without, but she'd never really had to deal with someone who could care for themselves but didn't *want* to. It was an altogether alien proposal- she'd never led a horse to this particular kind of water and found them uneager to drink.
Thankfully, they were interrupted by the loud clunk of the gas nozzle's auto shut-off triggering, indicating the tank was full. Sheila fairly dove into the driver's seat, leaving Maddi to sigh and shake her head as she replaced the nozzle and the filler cap.  Maddi knew Sheila was a tough nut to crack, but this might be the hardest shell the poor girl had.

* * *

"So did you hear about Vivan yesterday?"  Sheila asked as they got dressed.
"I saw Trixie yelling at her, yes,"  Maddi responded, not even having to look at her breasts anymore as she held her top out in front of her, letting the squishy orbs snug into the fabric as she looked at her friend. "The owner's ex-wife, I heard?"
Sheila nodded. "Bad blood, or so I've heard.  The owner just about never comes around here anymore, I could count all the times I've seen him on one hand and all the times I've actually spoken to him on my thumb,"  She said, her own breasts finally filling her top, the meter of cleavage pressing together as the enormous wobbly spheres finally exceeded the room offered them in Sheila's gigantic top.
"What's he like?"  Maddi asked as she put her hat on, turning broadside to her little cubby and leaning her purse precariously against the wall, taking a picture of her belongings with her mind's eye. If anyone meddled with her things like she suspected had happened last night, she'd be able to tell when she returned.
"He seemed nice enough,"  Sheila said as they made their way to the lounge. "Older.  Grandfatherly.  Kinda... melancholy, I think?"  She said, looking to Maddi.  "I dunno, maybe he was just preoccupied.  Sure lit up when Trixie came around, though."
"You think she and him... knew each other?"  Maddi asked, remembering the fury in Trixie's voice. "Biblically speaking?"
"I think that's a really bad question to ask out loud,"  Sheila said out the side of her mouth as they crowded into the lounge, Maddi so distracted by their conversation she hadn't really noticed that she was right in the middle of the pack of breasts and bottoms instead of her usual spot at the very back.  She shivered a bit as she began to pay attention to all the flesh pressing against her and wondered how on earth she'd gotten this deep into it without noticing.

"All right, ladies!" Trixie said from the front of the room.  "Spring break is over, Mr. Big has come and gone, but we're still the best darn restaurant in the state, or at least the most interesting, and we need to keep that reputation up!" She exclaimed, bouncing on her feet to accentuate the word "up" and causing a mighty wobble through her chest. "It seems to be a slower night, so for the time being waitresses and servers are pairing up to expedite service.  When one is taking drink orders, the other needs to be handing out menus! Refills need to be on a one-minute-or-less timer! I want customer needs to be met before they even finish thinking them tonight, and you can do that better working in pairs!  After all," she paused, smiling, "Everything's better..."
"Together!" The assembled women echoed, Maddi rolling her eyes but at least mouthing the word to avoid getting in trouble.  The waitstaff began their usual confused-cattle-like push out of the lounge, Maddi jostling and pushing her way out of the crowd and into the hallway where she took a moment to collect herself.
"Yo, cupcake!"
Maddi's head whipped around, brow furrowing and eyes going wide as she locked on to the origin of the name.
"Whoa," Angie said as she hauled short, the busty (by normal standards) Asian looking like she'd just seen something strange and alien.  "Wwwwhats up...?"  She ventured.
"Maddison,"  she replied, blinking away the reflexive expression.  "Maddi if you must.  *Not* 'Cupcake'."
"Okay, geeze..."  Angie replied, looking away.  "According to the roster sheet, you and I are working together tonight."
"All right,"  Maddi nodded, remembering her fist night with Angie, the whole sordid affair that led to her getting tickle-toniced. "Where is our zone tonight?" She asked, squaring her shoulders.  No more foul-ups, no more mistakes, she thought. Even though she didn't care very much for Angie, she was going to go out of her way to prove herself a competant waitress tonight, such that the thought of recommending the tickle-tonic would never again enter the young girl's mind.
"Zone eight, near the end of the- uurp- end of the parking lot,"  Angie said, blowing the burp out the side of her mouth and pounding her fist on what she could reach of her sternum.  "Geeze, where'd that come from?"  She laughed.
"Better here than in front of the customers,"  Maddi intoned.  
"Shyeah, for reals, right?"  Angie said, shaking her head as she led the way out the double doors, Maddi making a beeline for the nearest waitress station and filling up her saddlebags with the requisite silverware rolls and menus nearly without breaking stride.

"Welcome to Juggalos!"  She started, beaming a big toothy smile. "My name is Angie, this is Maddi, and we'll be your servers tonight!"
"Good evening to you all,"  Maddi added, giving a slight wave.
"Can I start you off- bwurrff- with some, aheh, drinks tonight?"  she asked, turning her head and blowing most of the belch into her upper arm.  "Goodness, I'm sorry.  Don't know what *that* was,"  She said, trying to laugh it off.  Maddi looked at the girl askance, wondering the same thing the patrons probably were as they gave the girl their orders.
"...Okay, we'll get those drinks right out to you,"  Angie said, tearing the slip of paper off her notepad and stuffing it in Maddi's cleavage.  "Would you like to hear about our menu specials tonight?"
Maddi, realizing that was her cue to leave, turned and headed for the kitchen, since there was nothing alcoholic on the list.
"Oh, hey Maddi,"  One of the cooks said as she approached, Maddi recognizing the slim brunette as Claire, one of the sous chefs.
"Claire, right?"  Maddi said as she handed off the drink order.
"Yep,"  She said as she took the list over to the soda fountain and began filling glasses.  "How're you doing?  Heard about the whole Mr. Big thing, pretty crazy.  What're you gonna do with your thousand bucks?"
"Oh, I don't know," Maddi said, putting her hands on her hips. "Haven't thought much of it, to be truthful."
"Well, savor it while you can,"  Claire said as she fnished topping off a few of the glasses and put straws in them, "Because tips like that don't come around very often. I can't even imagine what Sheila's gonna do with all of hers. Twelve grand, sheesh,"  She exclaimed, sliding the cold glasses into Maddi's cleavage.  

Maddi closed her eyes and suppressed her shiver, turning around as smoothly as she could, keeping her eyes on the full drinks to make sure they weren't sloshing around too much. But as she turned down the halway to the dining area, her heart sent a brief bolt of ice through her body as she saw Riley marching down the carpet towards her.  Maddi's pace slowed, and she looked at Riley wide-eyed, brows furrowed in a clear but silent warning:  Don't you dare.
Riley caught the look and returned it, one brow raising as she turned her shoulders slightly, still walking forward but with more flesh on Maddi's side of the hallway, her look conveying another message just as clearly:  Watch me.
Maddi reached into her cleavage, grabbing two drinks in each hand and pulling them free, but that left her with one drink still in her cleavage, closest to her neck.  With Riley only inches away, Maddi ducked her head down and bit the rim of the glass with her teeth, pulling it free of her breasts an instant before Riley's rammed into her, the drinks shaking slightly from the blow but spared the enormous lurch of her breasts as they mashed and rebounded off the wall.  Prevented from throwing Riley a murderous glare by virtue of the cola glass between her teeth, Maddi simply scowled and put the drinks back into her now-settled cleavage.
As Maddi pressed her way through the doors, she spied Angie coming her way.  
"Oi,"  She said, catching Angie's eye, "What was that back there?"
"I don't have any idea,"  Angie said, shaking her head.  "My stomach's felt wierd all morning, but ever since I got here it's like my guts are crazy."
"Well, just try to keep it from the patrons,"  Maddi said over her shoulder. "A sick server's the fastest way to a scare."
Maddi made her way to the table, turning broadside and leaning up against it as she began dispensing drinks one after another.  She could feel her breast mashing in to the arm and shoulder of the gentleman seated at the edge of the booth, and by his manic grin and awkward fidgeting she could tell he was caught between hormones and propriety as to what to do with the situation.
"There!"  Maddi said, having successfully distributed all five drinks, "Is there anything else-"
"Okay!"  Angie said, coming up beside Maddi's bosoms, "Your orders are in and your food will be out just assaaaOOOurrrt,"  She started, her eyes nearly crossing as her head turned to avoid burping towards the table. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry,"  She said, putting hand on Maddi's breast.
"Someone needs an alka-seltzer," One of the men at the table said, eliciting a laugh from the other patrons.
"I know!" Angie said, smiling a mirthless smile.  "I just- uuurp-  Oooh, I mean- urgh..."  She continued, beginning to hunch a little.  "I'll be right back,"  She finally said, spinning and heading for the kitchen with a hand over her stomach.

Maddi disengaged herself from the booth and hurried after Angie, nearly upon her when the relatively petite waitress gasped and fell to one knee.
"Are you all right?"  Maddi hissed as she leaned down a bit as well, her breasts flopping against the ground as she got as close to Angie's ear as she could without mooning the entire restaurant.
"No,"  Angie said, grimmacing as she reached an arm out to grasp blindly at Maddi's curves.  "Help me to the lounge."
Maddi did as she was told, looping her arm under the brunette's armpit and hoisting her up, Angie draping one arm over Maddi's enormous left breast, her hand finding purchase in Maddi's cleavage.  Rolling her eyes and scowling, Maddi nonetheless hoisted the girl up and staggered her way through the double-doors to the back of the restaurant, another waitress plastering herself to the wall as Maddi's bulk stumbled down the hallway at her before turning left into the Lounge.
"Now what?" Maddi asked, bringing her roughly to the center of the room.  
"Lemme down,"  Angie grunted, "and go get Trixie."
"Trixie?"  Maddi asked as she lowered Angie down gently. "What would she..." the words petered off in her throat as she saw Angie laying on the ground, her normal basketball-sized breasts now creeping down towards her navel, impeded only by the swelling pot-belly that was slowly untucking her top.  "Right then,"  She said, standing up and turning for the door, looking back only when Angie groaned and rubbed her hands over her burgeoning belly.

Maddi's gait was far faster than anything she could carry food on; as fast as she was taking steps, her rear was sashaying from side to side with such alarcity she thought she could fling a cricket ball down the pitch if it'd been set right on her butt-cheeks.  
"Have you seen Trixie?"  Maddi asked another server, barely slowing down.
"By the bar, I think,"  The startled girl replied, side-stepping Maddi's swaying flesh. "Something wrong?"
"Yes,"  Maddi replied, as she took the steps up to the main dining area and turned towards the bar.  She turned her neck this way and that, searching for the matronly-looking waitress in a sea of red hats and fox ears.  She noticed Sheila as she passed the bar, not even nodding acknowledgement to her little wave as she continued her frantic search.
Finally, Maddi found her up near the host podium, talking with Anthony.
"Trixie-" Maddi started, getting a raised index finger in her face as Trixie talked with Anthony.
"Trixie, this is quite important," Maddi said again, more forcefully.
"What?"  Trixie responded, looking at Maddi.  "Is it Vivian again?"
"No, it's Angie,"  Maddi said, shaking her head.  "Something's... odd with her."
"'Odd'?" Trixie asked, turning to face Maddi, Anthony deftly side-steping her swinging bum.  "Odd how?"
"She was all gassy earlier, and now it's like she's cramping oddly, and her stomach is-"
"Oh, dammit,"  Trixie said, taking off past Maddi fast enough she stumbled from the brushing-past of Trixie's curves against hers, quickly righting herself and following along, unable to close to a distance where she could speak to Trixie without being overheard by the patrons.  Trixie banged the doors open with her breasts, and Maddi clenched her eyes shut as she pressed ahead as well, the doors swinging back and bouncing off her bosoms as she followed behind Trixie, coming to the lounge just in time to hear Trixie exclaim "Dammit, Angie!"

When Maddi followed inside, her hands flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp trying to force its way out of her mouth.  Angie's breasts were straining at her top, closer to Maddie's size 3 than her normal size 2, and her stomach was almost as big as a beachball, taut and full yet devoid of stretchmarks.
"What did I say at orientation?"  Trixie demanded as she marched up next to Angie.  "If you even get a *Whiff* of being pregnant, you keep your ass away from work!"
"P-pregnant?" Angie stammered as she pushed herself up on her elbows, more a wail than anything else.
"Yes, and congratulations, it's going to be a girl,"  Trixie huffed.  "And she's gonna come out early looking like she came out late."
"B-but-"  
"*Dammit*, Angie!"  Trixie said, stomping and turning away from her.
"I swear, Trix, I had n-no idea!"  Angie moaned, turning her head to try and look at Trixie.  "Go open my purse, I've got a half-empty thingie of- of the pill in it right now!"
Trixie merely shook her head, looking up at the ceiling and biting her lip.
"Okay,"  She snapped, turning on her heel to Maddi.  "Go to the Gold Room and grab a couple of the modular chairs.  Just one with a back, though."
Maddi nodded and backed out of the lounge, another waitress brushing past her bum as she did so.  Maddi shook her head to clear it and hurried down to the kitchen, past the locker room and into the gold room.  Once inside, she realized the difficulty of the seemingly simple task Trixie had given her.  She could carry a chair under her arm, two if she had one on each side, but three or four chairs would require her to carry them in both hands, a motion extremely limited by the two jiggling beachballs of flesh in front of her.  Maddi looked at the chairs lining the wall, shaking her head as she approached.  What could she do, she wondered?  She started by grabbing the back of a chair and pulling it away from the wall, turning and grabbing another one before waddling to the center of the room and setting them down, then grabbing two more off the wall, setting them in a loose cluster in the middle of the room.
"Right, then,"  She huffed, putting her hands on her hips.  "This's what I've to work with."  She walked around the chairs, looking at them from every angle, her mind trying to work out the logistics of carrying all four back to the lounge.  She picked one up and tried to set it on her bum, but the long legs and back were too spread out; the way the chair jostled on her rump, she'd be able to hold one on there without dropping it, but no more.  She then tried putting it across her breasts, but ran into the same problem; once a single chair was perched on her bosoms, reaching down for another one would cause the first to slide off, only a quick grab from Maddi keeping them from cracking against each other.

Maddi set the chair down and wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist; the stress of seeing Angie swelling up in a way she'd never seen at the restaurant before, and for a reason she'd never thought of, had been unreal, a shock in a place where the shocking was commonplace. Pregnant?  And now... what?  Trixie's admonishment had been light on details, and Maddi's imagination went to terrifying places, especially given the size Angie's abdomen had gotten.  Maddi shook her head and re-focused on the task at hand:  Trixie had said only one of the chairs needed a back, so Maddi went around and removed them as best she was able, struggling at first until she came upon a good method for pulling the backs out, by sidling up next to the seat and putting a knee on it, which kept the bottom still with her considerable bulk while still allowing her enough freedom and range of her arm to pull the back out.  Maddi passed the back over her head to her other arm, repeating it with the two other chairs.  As she set the three stacked backs against the wall, they gave her an idea for the chairs.
Maddi knelt down and picked up one of the backless chairs- little more than a tall stool now- and carefully set it down on top of one of the other backless chairs, smiling as she was able to wriggle it until it slid neatly on top of the other chair.  Maddi repeated the process with the other backless chair and finally the unaltered chair, all four sliding down into a neat stack.  Now, Maddi thought, she just needed to find a way to carry them all from here to the lounge.  She tried picking the chair up by its back, like she had before, but that proved fruitless; the chairs slid apart just as easily as they slid together.  She knelt down again, grabbing the underside of the chairs, but all together they were too heavy to lift with one hand.  Maddi snaked her entire forearm under the bottom chair and heaved, the tower of seats wobbling for a second before tipping right onto her head, Maddi wincing as the back landed on and pinched her ear.  Lurching to her feet, Maddi fought with the stack for a few moments before flipping it up onto her breasts, the back going over her head while her hands gripped the bottom seat, pushing the whole stack directly into her face.
Well, Maddi thought, at least all the doors between here and there are push-open, and she started to slowly and carefully make her way back to the lounge.  Navigating blind wasn't easy, and a bit embarrassing, the way she had to use her breasts as bumpers to feel along the wall for where to turn.

Eventually, however, she made it back into the lounge, leaning forward and letting the stack of chairs slide off her breasts and onto the floor, turning and pulling the single backed chair off. It wasn't until she was disentangling the chairs that it occurred to her the whole ordeal would have been faster and simpler if she'd made two tips, mentaly smiting her forehead at her panicked tunnel-vision.
"About time,"  Trixie said, looking up.  "C'mon, bring that over here.  Up and at 'em, Angie,"  She continued, putting her hand under Angie's back and easing her into a sitting position.  As Maddi approached, she saw Angie in profile, realizing that from a sitting position, the poor girl's stomach and breasts completely obscured her forward view: sitting straight up her face was practically in her cleavage, only the plastic-wrap-tight top keeping her face from going all the way inside.
"All right, that's it... c'mon..."  Trixie said, grunting a bit as she took Angie's hand and helped her to her feet, or at least enough for her to plop back in the chair Maddi had set behind her.
"Okay,"  Trixie said as she went to the stack of backless chairs and dragged them over to Angie, "Your job tonight is to babysit bozo over here," She said, arranging the stools around her in a triangle, like they were the points of a compass with Angie at the Southern tip. "Get her whatever she needs, whenever she needs it, as fast as possible."
"Wait- you're just going to-" Maddi started, interruped by the popping of a seam in Angie's top- "you're just going to leave her like this?  Don't you have an antidote or something in that little case of yours?"
"Hah!"  Trixie barked, "That'd just make it worse!  The spike of hormones in the pills don't mix well with the cocktail being pregnant introduces to the body, and that gives you Angie.  Another pill right now?" She asked as she headed for the doors. "I'm scared to even *consider* what would happen."  She turned, holding the door open with a hand.  "For right now, though, I'd go get a stack of towels from the locker room."
"What for?" Maddi asked, followed immediately by another popping seam, Angie's breastflesh pushing out of a hole in her top as much as it could.
"...You figure it out,"  Trixie smirked, letting the door shut.

Maddi looked back at her new ward, then at the still-swinging lounge door, and back to Angie.
"Angie?"  Maddi asked, turning to face the girl.  With her up in the chair now, her enormous belly had somewhere to escape to, hanging down past her knees and allowing her breasts somewhere to grow besides into her face. And grow they did, not the huge, time-lapsed dough-rising growth of the pills but a steady, miniscule growth, every breath expanding her by a nearly imperceptible amount.  "Angie?"  Maddi repeated.
"I hear you..."  Angie replied, lolling her head right and then left against the back of the chair.  "Man, do I feel wierd..."  She said, brow furrowing.  
"Are- are you okay for me to go for a second?"  She asked.  "Trixie said you'd need some towels."
"Towels...?"  Angie asked, her brow furrowing again.  "Uh, sure, whatever.  I'll be... fine,"  She saiid, taking a deep breath and popping a few more stitches.
"Okay,"  Maddi said, backing towards the door.  "I'll be right back."

Maddi darted past the kitchen, heading for the locker room and scooping up an armful of the enormous bath towels, carrying them on her shoulders so she could still see ahead of herself.  She stopped for a moment as she passed her cubbyhole, looking in to see that her belongings remained unmolested from when she'd left them before work.  Satisfied nothing was amiss, Maddi hurried out of the locker room and towards the lounge.
"Hey Maddi!"  Claire's voice halted her as she rounded the corner, "What's going on?" She asked over the hiss of her fry-pan.
"Angie's expecting, apparently, and her newborn doesn't take well to the pills,"  Maddi said, leaning back and then forward, letting her weight carry her down the hall to the lounge as Claire's eyes widened.

"Okay..."  Maddi said, lowering the stack of towels as she came back inside.  "Just set these down over here..."  She muttered to herself as she maneouvered herself next to Angie, sitting on her bottom to watch the girl.
For a little while, Maddi just sat there, strumming her fingers on her thighs as she listened to Angie's breathing and the occasional popping stitch.
"So, ah, Angie..."  Maddi started.
"Myeah?"  Angie asked, turning to look at Maddi.
"You've... got a boyfriend, I presume?"  She ventured.
"Heh,"  Angie snorted, sending a jiggle down her massive bulk. "Yeah.  We've been going steady for a while, but..."  She turned her head away. "We're not even married yet.  I said maybe he should use protection too, but he said so long as I was on the pill we had nothing to worry about."  She shook her head.  "Stupid.  Stupid, stupid!  My mom's gonna go absolutely nuts over this..." she rolled her head back as much as she could in the chair and looked at the ceiling.
Maddi stayed silent, not knowing anything about the finer details and thus not wishing to make assumptions.
"...What about you?"  Angie asked.  "You seein' anyone?"
"What, me?"  Maddi asked, blushing.  "No, not currently.  Too busy with my studies, I suppose."
"Really...?"  Angie said, picking her head off the back of the chair to look at Maddi.  "I've seen you... without the pills,"  She said.  "You've got a pretty nice body just normal."
"Well, thank you for saying so," Maddi replied, blushing a bit at the odd compliment, "just haven't been in the market, I suppose."
"Mmm..."  Angie replied, as non-specific a sound as Maddi'd ever heard in a conversation. For a moment she was afraid Angie would ask if she and Sheila were an item, but thankfully the question never came.

A few minutes later, the steady rhythm of Angie's breathing was broken by a strained grunting, and Maddi looked in time to see Angie take a deep breath and finally rupture the tattered confines of her top, breasts spilling down the sides of her growing belly instead of trapped on top of it.  Maddi stood up, grabbing one of the towels as she did so and figuring this was probably what Trixie had been alluding to.
"Oh... hey,"  Angie said, craning her neck to look over her belly.  "I can see again... sorta."
Maddi shook her head as she began walking around Angie, taking a good long look at her.  The woman's stomach reached from her chin down to the floor, taking up almost as much space as Maddi's rear turned endwise, each breast at least as big as Maddi's own, and...  heavier-looking, in a way? And it wasn't even halfway to lunch yet.
"Let's get you covered, at least,"  Maddi said, holding one end of the towel by Angie's exposed nipple and throwing the other end of the towel across Angie's expansive front.  As Maddi adjusted the towel to preserve as much of Angie's modesty as anything could at her size, the door to the lounge banged open, both girls looking over in surprise (Though Maddi had to go up on her tip-toes to see over Angie) at the sudden noise. Maddi was shocked to see Riley's scowling visage on the other side of the swinging lounge door, there and gone in the time it took for the door to swing shut and then open again.
"...What was that all about?"  Angie asked.
"I really haven't the foggiest," Maddi said as she made her way back around Angie, straightening the towel on her other breast, satisfied that she was at least semi-appropriately covered now.
Maddi sat back down on her bum, next to Angie, looking at the petite-framed Asian with several normal people's worth of mass hanging off her front.  She didn't appear to be in pain, merely in discomfort- she'd seen relatives wear the same expression on holiday visits, after gorging themselves on too much good food.
Maddi crossed her arms on her chest, setting her chin down in the crook between her forearms.  Certainly an unusual worknight, she thought, but then, at this restaurant, what was usual?

* * *

"Maaaaaddi...  Maaa~addi!"
Maddi woke up with a start, having not even realized she'd fallen asleep.  She looked over at Angie, eyes boggling a bit at how much she'd continued to grow, and stood up and away from the girl.
"Finally,"  Angie said, rubbing her face with her hands.  "I'm sooo hungry.  Can you go get me some food, please?"
Maddi said nothing; she was still taking in the totality of Angie's form.  Her breasts were nearly the size of Sheila's, their bottoms brushing the seats of the backless chairs Trixie had set out, revealing at last their purpose. And yet even those proud olive orbs were dwarfed by Angie's stomach, a sphere so huge and round Maddi bet she could stand up inside it were she so inclined.  Her navel perched on top a roll of her enormous belly resting on the far stool, creating a kind of suspension between the two Maddi suspected was there to keep the weight from pulling the poor girl off her chair.
"Maaaaddiiiii..."  Angie moaned again, snapping her out of her daze.
"Ah, Right!  Um, any preference?"
"Anything!"  Angie exclaimed.  "Go find something from the kitchen that's been sent back without being eaten, I don't care what, just bring me *food*!"
"Right!"  Maddi exclaimed, jogging away from the corpulent woman and bursting out the lounge doors.

"Do you lot have anything that's been sent back?"  Maddi asked as soon as she was within semi-polite earshot of the cooks. "Anything that's untouched, but headed for the bin?"
"Oh, here,"  One of the cooks said, lifting a plate off the rack.  "Said it was too well-done, and we can't un-cook a steak, so..."
"Brilliant," Maddi said, smiling as she took the plate.  "Thanks much."
"Sure," The cook said as Maddi turned and headed for the lounge.  She stopped as she noticed a sign taped up on its door that hadn't been there before.

DO NOT ENTER!
THIS MEANS YOU!!
-T

Maddi arched a brow, glad that Trixie was affording the girl her privacy in what was surely an awkward situation even for this place.

Maddi wondered as she stepped into the lounge what exactly was going on inside that giant dome of flesh.  She wasn't an Obstretician by any stretch, but given the near-magical properties of the pills, and what Trixie had said earlier, the possibilities of what was going on beneath the tight dome of Angie's belly made her mind boggle.  An imbalance of hormones would cause a child to miscarry, usually, she knew that much, but then again she had never heard of a hormone cocktail able to do any of the things that routinely happened in this restaurant night after night by the dozens. Maddi imagined doctors performing a cesarian with a sterilized lumberjack's saw, a fully-grown fox-girl popping out with size 3-3 curves before ever having touched a pill.  Or an infant, hourglassed from birth, and only growing more and more voloptuous as the years progressed...

Maddi shook her head hard, willing the thoughts away.  What, was she mad now, too?  Was this place perverting her?  What kind of mind led to such twisted, horrific scenarios?  Still, she thought as she came up alongside Angie, there had to be *something* in that giant ball of flesh...

"Steak dinner?"  Maddi asked, holding the lukewarm plate aloft.
"Awesome, gimmie,"  Angie said, reaching with her tiny hands towards the plate.  Maddi reached into her saddlebags and got a silverware roll as she held the plate with her other hand, pressing the former into Angie's hands before the latter, lest the poor girl rip into the steak with her bare hands.  
"Ohh, thank goodness,"  Angie said, trying to fit the plate in the small space by her collarbones not overtaken by her stomach or breasts.  

Maddi just shook her head, taking a seat on her rump again and looking up at Angie's girth.  The girl was eating for two, all right...  But two of *what*?
Maddi Pixel Animation
Hello, everybody.  I'm going to be uploading some more Working Girl chapters within the next few days or so, so be on the lookout for that, but chapters 14 and 15 will not have illustrations to go along with the story. Illustrations will resume with chapter 16 which is being wrapped up very soon.

So for lack of illustrations for the next two chapters, TheFwank reached out and got this incredible pixel animation of Maddi from the very talented CaseterMK, so check him out and enjoy this wonderful little thing.
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Heya. I haven't been accepting commissions for around a year or so, but during that time I've received notes asking me if I'll do this or that. Some of these commission pitches I've said, "sure, when I'm open for commissions I'd do that thing". If you're one of those people I've said that to and you're still interested then send me a note. I'm probably going to start up sometime soon so I want to compile a list of all those commissions I should start with when I begin.

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200jason3 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
do you take requests?
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SpiralingStaircase Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
Usually not. Definitely not right now, I'm afraid.
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thanks for the watch^^
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sponeg Featured By Owner May 23, 2014
Who wears the biggest size in Juggalos and what's the size?
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TheFwank Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014
The biggest size of the main cast is Sheila's size 5 breasts.
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gero111111 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2014
so whens the next working girls story going to up?
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TheFwank Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2014
Is right now good enough? ;P
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gero111111 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
well since you released some more chapters I need remember what actually happened in the last ones since its been a while
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TheFwank Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
Heh, no worries. They're all available for re-reading. ^^;v
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SpiralingStaircase Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2014
I'm working on other things right now, so I don't have any time estimates to give.
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