Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 3

On opening day, Marisa called all the girls together for a mandatory meeting at 9:30, two hours before opening. She had some things she wanted to say to them as a group. Everyone of them made it, gathering in front of the stage.

Marisa started her monologue with an adopted voice, an intentionally stuffy and sophisticated, vaguely British-accented tone, “You have all been carefully selected to work for this new venture, Porker's Pig-Out Palace, the reimagining of the former operation of a similar name! I believe you have all met me, Marisa Chafer, your manager, your primary employer, and also the owner of this establishment? Yes, of course you have, well...”

She paused, wandering to the edge of the stage, directly in front of the girls, and dropping down heavily, her soft, wide bottom making a loud splat as it made contact with the stage floor, returning to her natural southern drawl, “Forget it. I'm your boss, but fuck that. I'm shit at that. I'm your friend. I like all of you girls pretty well from what I know about you, and I think you're going to do great. What the relationship between us here is, is that I could potentially fire you if I think you're being a piece of shit, but I'm not an asshole. I'm going to tell you you're a shit before I fire you, give you a chance to prove you're not. I don't like being in front of a bunch of you all at once like this, so from now on, I'll just tell you this kind of thing one to one, okay? I want this whole thing to feel good, okay? No fighting amongst yourselves, just civil acting when you're under this roof, okay? There's going to be a thing tonight, after we close up, okay, like a small get-together kind of thing, and we're all gonna sit down, have fun, make nice, okay? Okay.” She grabbed to the side, to a small box someone had set on the stage already, pulling from it a few scraps of black fabric and handing them to Gwen, then the next set to Kitty, moving down the line,“These are your daylight hour uniforms, the changing rooms are over there, and that's it, that's the end of this super weird 'this is how things be' talk, y'all have your assignments, so get going!”
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There was a quiet as they all made their way to the changing station, each of the girls trying to decide if the whole thing was a mistake, and none of them quite able to tell.

The changing room was like the rest of the club, simplistic and elegant, four changing rooms all in a line, with the opposite wall making up one large mirror for the people exiting to check their appearance. It was a noisy space, too. The stone surfaces were beautiful, but echo-ey, and with the low grunts and strained sounds of each of the girls trying to get dressed, and having a certain amount of difficulty with their uniform, whether it be a few pesky buttons that wouldn't quite reach, or maybe the zipper on the skirt, or in certain cases, every aspect of the uniform entirely, the continuing, primordial groaning of a group of girls getting into outgrown outfits was intense, the loud, lusty moans of women too wide for their clothes working anyway, pinching their plump bodies into spaces too small, cinching fastenings shut that should never have closed, making it work.

Some of them had more trouble than others. Lexi and Kitty were the lucky ones, emerging first almost simultaneously. They both looked in the mirror for a second, at the way the uniforms were cut, at all the exposed flesh there was. The uniforms were more than just undersized, they would have left most of their bodies out to be seen, even if they'd been correctly fitting! Each of them spent several seconds, just taking it in before they looked to the other.

Lexi looked Kitty over, top to bottom, taking in every convex curve of her voluptuous body, and judging it, “Daaaaamn, chick!” she said, as though she already knew Kitty well, “You are looking < i>fat</i> right now!”

Kitty didn't know how to take that, but she assumed it was a compliment, “Thanks, I spent last night binging on pizza to make sure I was as fat as possible!” She looked Lexi over, hoping to be able to return the compliment, and finding it easy. Her make-up was expertly done, her body was amazing,“Your ass is massive!” she found herself saying, taking in the width of Lexi's hips, and the ample spheres of her cheeks with wide, admiring eyes.

“Aww, you're sweet, uh...”

“Kitty.” She held out a hand, inviting a shake.

“Lexi. Nice to meet you, Kitty!” Lexi twisted to the side, staring at her reflection, testing her clothes, sucking in, pushing her stomach out, “These uniforms are weird, though!” She finally said.

“I know, right?” Kitty agreed, going through her own set of experiments, bending as far in the middle as she could, and feeling the cold wind on her exposed bum crack, leaning to the sides and seeing how her fleshy middle made visible rolls in her shirt, “They're so tight, right? Like, you can see everything that's going on!”

Lexi shot her an odd look, "I was talking about the whole 'wearing a uniform' thing. Never worked at a club with work clothes before..." She paused, "You have?"

Kitty suddenly felt uncomfortable, shrinking down a bit under the questioning stare of this girl she'd only just met, "Yes? Like, not a club, but, uh, Cheesecake Factory?"

Lexi all but took a step back, surprised, "Oh, shit! You're like, a legit server?" her forehead wrinkled, one eyebrow rising, suspicion and concern in her tone, "You ever been on a stage doing a show, even?"

Kitty hesitated, "Not... Not for a group of total strangers, exactly..." she snorted, "I figure, though, how different could it be?"

Lexi pursed her lips, processing what was implied, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna leave that alone, just tell me," She squinted down at her co-worker, "you, uh, know serving, yeah?"

"Pretty well, I'd say."

"Think you could, uh, help me out a bit? I've got until five to figure this whole thing out."

Kitty was a bit surprised to hear that. This woman gave off a vibe of control, that she knew what she was doing. "Yeah, I guess, I mean, it's not too hard." She paused for a second, "Could you, uh, help me out with how to put on a show?"

Lexi's questioning expression morphed into a huge grin, "Of course! Always glad to help corrupt an innocent girl!"

The smile put Kitty at ease, and she relaxed a bit, "Oh, trust me, I'm not innocent!"

"Aww, you're so cute!" Lexi said, reaching out to hug her new friend, "It's okay, hang with me, you'll be corrupted faster than you can say 'stripper!'"

Kitty started to defend herself, "Oh, I'm not kidding, I've done things you wouldn't-" but she was cut off mid-sentence by another door opening, and Sierra came out, looking hugely tall and especially wide in her outfit.

Between the three of them, she was probably the least obese, but the way her outfit clung to her, tighter than either Lexi's of Kitty's, she didn't look it. It was the same cut, but the sizing was even further off than their own. Her shorts were hopelessly undersized, somehow managing to fit over her wide hips and rounded rump, but much too short, leaving the lower inches of her bulbous bottom uncovered, and the straps of her G-string poking out from the top. Her top was even tighter, the sleeves digging into her arm fat, and the chest area sticking so tightly to her proud, bulging bosom that it was evident she needed to upgrade to the next bra size. She didn't take the same amount of time looking in the mirror as Lexi and Kitty, just pausing long enough to take it in, give herself a wink, and turn to the girls she would be working with, squealing excitedly at the sight of them and awkwardly waddling towards them, her motion hampered by the tightness of her pants, "Oh my god, you girls look so fucking hot!"

Kitty didn't know how to respond, this whole morning was like a surrealist movie, but Lexi took a step back, raising her hands up, defensively, "Woah now, chick!" she said, "Thanks for the compliment, but, uh, it's Sierra, right? Yeah, thanks for the compliment, Sierra, but... I don't swing that way, you know? I mean, it's cool if you do, but let's keep the lesbo activity on the stage, yeah?"

Sierra looked down, embarrassed now, "Sorry, I just--"

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Just has its time and place, you know?" She smiled warmly up at the tall Asian girl, "So what experience do you have, server or stripper?"

Sierra didn't change her expression, she continued to look ashamed, looking up only a little to admit, "Well..." She said, her tone soft and uncertain, "Sort of... both, I guess? And neither?"

Lexi jerked away a little, out of surprise and a bit of irritation at the non-answer, "Yo, it's a yes or no question, what are you talking about? What the mess are you trying to say?"

Sierra shifted uncomfortably, "I mean, I worked in a restaurant for like, a week one time, and I've done some amateur online shows, does that count?"

Lexi shrugged, "What the hell, let's say it does." She chuckled, "We got pros in each areas, an amateur in both, and then there's that other chick, uh, what's her name--"

The last of the changing room doors opened, "Gwen." Gwen announced, introducing herself as she walked into the common area.

Lexi smiled, "Yeah. Gwen. So, tell us Gwen, what's your area of expertise?"

Gwen leaned against the wall, checking her hip out, one hand running through her long, wavy hair, striking a post, fluttering her eyes at them, "Oh... I'm a dancer, first and foremost."

"All right, another check in the dancing profile, and, uh," She squinted at Gwen, remembering their first meeting, "you heard what I told Sierra over here? Keep the lesbo stuff on the stage, yeah?"

"I'm not gay." Gwen insisted.

Lexi put her hands up defensively, one more time, "Hey, hey, no judgment here, chick, you can be what you want, call it whatever you like, just don't come looking for anything in this arena, all right?"

Gwen cleared her throat, and glanced up at the clock, praying it would offer a change of subject, and getting her wish, "Hey, I think we should probably get out there now, don't you?"

They all shuffled out, impeded to varying degrees by their constricting clothes, out into the main room, where they were greeted by Marisa, who welcomed them happily, "Damn, girls, y'all are looking good! Sierra, Lexi, y'all can go ahead and take those off, since you're not working until later, I just needed to see if they fit you."

Lexi struck a defiant pose, "What? Uh uh, I put this damn thing on once, I am not about to do it a second time today!"

Marisa shrugged, "Hey, your choice. Sierra?"

Sierra smirked, "Are you kidding? I feel fucking sexy! I'm with Lexi on this one, all day long!"

Marisa smiled, shrugging, "Okay then, we're all settled! Kitty, you know serving, give these girls a quick run through of how all this is going to work, it shouldn't be any different from Cheesecake Factory. Y'all listen to her, you've got an hour and a half to get the hang of it, shouldn't be too difficult!" And with that, she walked off, leaving the rest of the crew staring at a suddenly nervous Kitty.

Kitty took a deep breath, she could do this.

And she did.
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At 11:30, the sign flipped on, flashing 'Open!' just outside the door, big letters, the only thing missing would have been a banner advertising that this would be the Grand Opening.

Would have been the only thing missing, if it weren't that the great influx of hungry customers that Marisa had expected, building up inside her head, wasn't there, either.

It wasn't that the restaurant was empty, it was never completely without clientele, but for most of the day, there was only one person there. The same person.

She'd been the first person to come in, a beautiful looking girl, tiny as could be, less than five foot tall, but gorgeous in almost every way. She wasn't quite the standard customer that Marisa had expected, at least not on sight. She was tiny, height-wise, and not the great, lumbering whales that Marisa was expecting. She was almost skinny, as a matter of fact, clearly untoned, but not even chubby!

Gwen was the first to talk to her, speaking up as soon as she entered the door, welcoming her to Porker's Pig-Out Palace, and showing her to her seat, handing her a menu, and striking up a conversation, "You're our first ever customer, actually!"

The girl just smiled slyly, "Oh, I know. I basically was camping out last night, waiting for this place to open up!"

Gwen was a bit weirded out, "I'm sorry, what?" she asked, "You were camping out?"

"Eh, basically, not exactly. I've been following the news on this place ever since it got bought out by that girl, Marshmallow Mari, and she was talking about it on the forums. I figured, woman like that, considering what she was doing before she bought this place, she'd probably do a lot with the restaurant to make it feeder-friendly!"

"Wow, you, uh... You really did your homework..."

The girl shrugged, "Just starting as a gainer, still in that 'How can I do this faster' stage, and I definitely had some high hopes this place would work nicely!"

Gwen smiled down at the girl. She was a pretty little thing. Looked almost unreal, like a perfectly cast figurine, with full, red lips, full, wavy, black hair, and lily-white skin.  Her small, well-shaped mouth was alluring in every way. Her sly smile was contagious, so enthusiastic, and so warm, that Gwen couldn't help but return it as she assured the girl, "Oh, I think you've come to the right place!" She made eye contact for a second and was startled. This woman's eyes, they didn't seem to have an irises, just a mildly unsettling, nearly perfect blackness in them, drawing Gwen in, but not creeping her out, just keeping her attention. They were gorgeous, absolutely beautiful, unlike anything she'd ever seen, and they gave this woman's face a dramatic sensibility.

The girl smiled even bigger, satisfaction in her expression, "I thought I had." She began pointing to the menu, breaking Gwen's trance  as she started listing out everything she'd like to have brought to her. It was a long list.

"Are you... Are you sure?" Gwen felt she needed to ask, "That's kind of... a lot of food, is all..."

"Oh no, I might start getting fat!" The girl chuckled, "Don't even worry about me. I'm not leaving any time soon, I got time to eat it all. Matter of fact," she said, "I'm not planning on leaving here all day! You tell whoever else is serving that they can come take my order whenever the table starts looking clear, I'm making this an all-day thing!" She cocked her head to the side, "You said your name is Gwen, right?" Gwen nodded, "Well, I'm Miracle. Might as well get to know me, because I'm not leaving today, and I'll be in here a lot!"  

Gwen didn't know entirely how to respond to that, so she did her job, getting the order placed with the cooks, telling the rest of the girls what Miracle had said. She expected this girl to get up and waddle out eventually, with no sign of the untoned, but flat stomach she'd come in with. All of the girls expected that, but it didn't happen. She stopped every once in a while, looking down at her phone a lot, pressing buttons very carefully, her perfect porcelain face screwed up in concentration, then always going back to eating, slowly, but steadily clearing the table, time and again, always motioning for the closest server to refill it as soon as she'd finished.

The place was otherwise pretty quiet, throughout the day, a few people trickling in every once in a while, but nothing like the huge, pressing throngs that Marisa had been imagining. At least it wasn't empty, she kept telling herself, and that was comforting. Before the day was out, Marisa herself sat down across from Miracle, and they started chatting, having a fun time talking.

And that's where she was when the clock hit 9:15 PM. Gwen had to get her, to bring her backstage, to prepare for the show. There were a few adjustments to be made before they could open as a club, things that needed to be in line for their first ever showing, and they needed Marisa's help. She didn't walk away willingly, though, Gwen almost had to drag her off the floor, smiling like an idiot.

Backstage, Marisa grabbed herself a quick cupcake, to help bring herself back down to earth, before walking out onto the stage, finally seeing the crowd she'd expected to be there all day, dozens of people, leering at her, lust in their eyes. It was intoxicating, the smell of testosterone that rose up from the audience, getting stronger with every extra bounce she put in her step, with every ripple running through her meaty midsection as she marched out to the middle of the stage. She welcomed them to the first night of the new Porker's, adding dramatic flourish to her character, describing in detail, the "large, sexual goddess that is Sweet, Sweet Sueno, the beautiful, breath-taking, latina lover, all hips, skull-crushing legs, and soft, squishy stomach" then telling about "the plump, piggish plumper, Bellydonnna, with her round, bloated gut, and insatiable appetite for all sorts of naughty things." Next in the line up, was "Nevada, an Asian beauty, waistline temporarily included" and they'd finish the night with an old favorite, "Honeybum and me, Marshmallow Mari, doing what we do best..."

She finished the introductions, excusing herself from the stage with a wink, saying how she'd put on some weight recently, and she hadn't got the next size up for her outfit tonight, that it would take some time, so here they were, the new, big, beautiful women of Porker's Pig-Out Palace...