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Lauren - FCC
I’d worked at Fat Cow Cafe for a few years now, and I’d seen a lot of different types of curvy girls. It was a specialty of the Cafe after all--woo customers with busty, bootylicious, thick and bouncy ladies.
But even I had never seen anything like Lauren.
Even when she first came to us looking for work she was already ridiculous, even by FCC standards. Tall, pretty, with a giant rack and huge booty that was the biggest among all us Cafe girls--and we weren’t exactly flat, you know. It was hard to believe she was only eighteen, just starting her final year at Gingerbreadland High. But that meant she was just about old enough for her to be eligible to work with us, and we were thrilled--with a girl like that on our team, we’d get a whole lot of customers and performance bonuses!
We were absolutely right. The popularity of the Cafe skyrocketed almost immediately after Lauren’s arriva, probably also helped by her growing social media following in the country.
Perhaps the most amazing part was that she was still growing. See, most folks that move to Gingerbreadland find themselves plateauing, heck even losing weight. The country’s food is so rich that most people are satisfied by small servings. But not Lauren. I wasn’t sure if it was her natural appetite, or genes, or the fact she was still just a growing teenager after all, but the girl could really mow through the rich, fattening food of our country.
Within her first few weeks--no, first few days really--we saw all those calories making their way onto Lauren’s increasingly hefty boobs, her thickening hips, her fattening ass…
The tighter her FCC uniform got, the better the tips were, and the more customers came. Business was good, and it was growing along with our newest girl!
And so us other girls took it upon ourselves to support Lauren fully. Giving her free take home goodies from the shop. Bringing her out for snacks after work. Encouraging her, telling her about how much the customers were absolutely loving her thickening look, and how the pounds fell perfectly on her swelling figure. Not that she needed encouragement really; the girl loved to eat, and she loved her body herself. But some positivity from older females does feel good for a girl her age. She was kind of like our prize cow (no pun intended), and we intended to keep her as well fed and happy as possible.
Which brings us to today, just weeks since Lauren started with us.
“Break time Laur?” I smiled as I turned to see the bodacious teen bounce in.
By now, Lauren was HUGE. Well, in the way Lauren could be “huge”. It was like someone had pumped her hourglass curves full of heavy cream, swelling everything to immense, almost comical proportions. Her boobs, already massive before, were absolutely gigantic now swelling to cup sizes unheard of. The FCC crop top which was meant to reach down the upper belly was devoted entirely to trying to stretch over her mammoth tits, tearing in its effort to get around and over them. It was so ripped that you could see her bright bra cups quite clearly. Those bra cups were huge, each one big enough to hold both my boobs probably. And yet on Lauren they looked terribly outgrown, cleavage, side boob and under boob heaving out.
Going down her outrageous figure, her waist looked tiny underneath her hulking breasts. But it wasn’t tiny really--Lauren’s belly had grown quite chubby by now, but the high waisted jean shorts were doing a good job of keeping her lower belly contained, even though the buttons were struggling as her muffin top and love handles poured over it.
Her waist than flared out violently to her absolutely massive hips. A whole lot of her monstrous butt cheeks were pushing out of the tiny shorts for all the customers, and practically her entire thighs were exposed, huge and wobbling. The shorts were closer to panties now than they were actual shorts.
And that’s what she wore when serving customers. Now do you see why she was so popular?
“Yup! And you were right Yunnie, I was asking around and none of the customers think my uniforms gotten too tight lately~” said the dim girl as she munched on a cream-filled pastry while walking over to me.
Gods she was huge. Her tits quaked and bounced, threatening to bust the straps of her bra and top which were creaking from their weight. Her vast hips swayed cartoonishly, almost looking too wide and heavy for her to control as they wobbled along with her buttocks and thighs. Even her plump midsection, the upper part that wasn’t contained by the shorts, jiggled with chub.
She didn’t have nearly this much meat when she started. And now she looked so incredibly thick, plump, and fleshy.
“Of course not Laur. I told you, the thicker you get, the more they love it” I chuckled, looking down at my own huge boobs...which suddenly were dwarfed by the mammoth milk jugs wobbling inches in front of me.
“Well this top does make my boobs look great” she said, whipping out her phone for a selfie. “This one’s for the fans!” she went as she raised an arm, even that jiggling now with more chub than it ever had before, and causing a chain reaction of jiggling down her bulging figure.
