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Topic: Eve's Favorite Customers - by aadder

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Re: Eve's Favorite Customers - by aadder

Eve’s Favorite Customers
by Aadder

    Eve’s favorite four customers were back, and to her delight, seated at one table, in the center of the restaurant, just towards closing time. “Perfect…” She had arranged to work late, alone the night with her boss, and was just itching to give them a sumptuous feast, as well as just desserts. Plastering on her finest fake grin, she waltzed forward to her patrons. Al turned to her, sitting towards the front of the establishment, and on the right side, towards the kitchen. “Hi… Eve!” he said, quickly glancing at her nametag, causing her grin to drop ever so slightly. Didn’t they know her name?
   
    “Hi Al!” she responded cordially, smiling all to eagerly, but out of an altogether more macabre emotion than he knew. Al blushed very slightly, and smiled. “Is it okay if we eat? Are you open any longer?” Eve scowled inwardly. They knew that the restaurant hours were clearly from 10am to 8pm, and it was clearly 7:30 pm. By the time they had ordered drinks and appetizers alone, it would be official closing time. But today, rather than groan quietly or drown in her abuse and pitiless torment, she was looking forward to the repast. “Of course!” she bubbled. “Let me get you the specials!”

    Eve had to restrain herself from skipping back into the kitchen, eagerly anticipating the ordeal she was about to unleash on these horrible, unappreciative, and altogether uncouth patrons. As soon as the swinging doors closed behind her, she sprinted to her notebook stashed in the pot cabinet. “Lets see… a special…” Flipping through her pages of notes, and at the same time checking over the ingredients scattered across the many cabinets, she devised a very special meal. “Okay.. Al likes starches… Brianna… soups… pork… Stinnette fish…” After a minute, she had a special created just for them…

    Randy rapped his knuckles on the table, getting slightly impatient. “Is she the only one working tonight?” The slightly portly man was seated  across the table, on the left side of the eatery. “Seems that way…” Stinnette craned her neck, trying to see over Brianna, who was seated to Al’s right. Brianna turned about, twisting to see the porthole on the kitchen doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of their hostess. “D’you think we should go?” Al nodded, “She may not want to work late. We should ask when she gets back.”

    Just as Brianna had turned back, their graceful host bustled back into their presence. “Our specials toady are…” She paused, seeing Stinnette’s hand raised. Holding back the urge to throw a hearty ‘bitch!’ in her direction, Eve smiled. “Yes Stinnette?” The shorter woman smiled sheepishly. “We aren’t keeping you here, are we? We wouldn’t want to trouble you.” “If you need to go home, we can leave,” added Randy. Eve showed a shade of panic before quickly composing herself. “No! Note all! Not at all!” she giggled. I don’t have any plans tonight, and serving is my job!”

    Forcing herself not to ruminate on the fact that she indeed had no plans, she continued on. “Anyway! Our specials tonight are… just one! It’s spare rib tips in a virgin oil sauce on a bed of linguini, with a crab bisque.” To her immense delight, she saw all of her guests’ eyebrows jump a notch. After a second of consideration, all four of her patrons simultaneously requested the meal. Giggling almost to animatedly, she pretended to write their orders on her notebook. “And to drink?” After jotting their beverage requests down, she scampered off, leaving the four friends to glance at each other. “Is she happy or what?” asked Brianna. “No kidding…” smirked Randy. Rushing behind the bar, Eve gathered four glasses, and with shaking hands prepared she foursome’s drinks.

    So energized were her movements, that more than once she nearly dropped their refreshments, and only a quick leap back to reality saved her from the additional work of cleaning alcoholic drinks and glass from the floor. Grasping a round tray to place the drinks on, she ripped it towards her so hard that it flew right out of her grip, soaring across the restaurant before colliding with the tabletop in the far corner. As a result, the silverware and saucers scattered in a yard radius, and the two unfortunate glasses perched on the soft tablecloth shattered at the stems, before shattering again as the fell to the floor. Brianna, Al, Randy and Stinnette jumped together, the latter two ducking, just in case broken glass flew their way. Eve instantaneously grabbed another trap, this time with more control, and placed the drinks on it, sweeping towards her hated acquaintances. Placing the drinks before the four, she quickly told them she would clean the mess up tomorrow, and, ignoring their bemused looks, practically sprinted through the double doors to the kitchen.

    Dancing throughout the kitchen, Eve merrily gathered the tools that she would need to prepare the last course she would ever serve. The pots, the pans, the spoons and the knives met on the center cutting board and stove. Selecting the starched toque that the chef would never let her wear, she flipped it through the air, and to her immense delight, caught it squarely on her crown. “Ha-ha!” Slipping off her shoes, she pranced barefoot across the warm tile, as who would care if her germs got into the food? No one would know, and these people would soon have much more pressing issues than a case of the flu. The food seemed to fly across the room. The pork ribs from the meat locker, the dry pasta from the starch pantry, the tomatoes from the vegetable crisper, and the crab from the seafood freezer alighted form her hands on the dishes before her. Oil, thyme, sea salt, sour cream, portabella mushrooms, pepper, and all manner of other small garnishes joined them in the ensuing concoction. In a few minutes, she was ready to present her greatest work.

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    Ten minutes into their meal, the foursome was elbows deep into their meal, which to Eve’s delight, appealed to all of their pallets. The pasta and rib tips were found sumptuous by the men, and Brianna and Stinnette were enjoying the bisque at the time. Brianna’s eyes bugged out as she dropped her spoon, her right hand flying to her chest. Eve, watching quietly through the porthole in the kitchen doors, grinned uncontrollably, clasping her hands between her thighs, nearly wetting herself with anticipation. Pursing her lips, she felt six eyes her as a bubble worked its way up her throat, and, climactically, unleashed a modest belch. A six second pause followed, broken by a round of laughter emanating equally from the four diners.

    Eve scowled, her rage bubbling up, and after biting her thumbnail viciously and clasping her eyes shut, walked to the refrigerator. Pouring herself a glass of the most expensive wine she could find, pulled up a stood behind the door. “Better settle in then, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be immediate.” After the flatulent interruption, the foursome had returned to their dinner, and several minutes passed before anything breached the din of clanking silverware and naughty jokes about coworkers. After eight minutes, however, all four felt a need to shift their position. Rocking slightly backwards, almost at the same time, the patrons managed to fail to notice that the three other guests did the exact same thing. After another minute, Eve gasped as she sensed their transformations were about to begin in earnest.

    Brianna smiled nervously, and, edging forward off her seat, reached casually to her buttocks. Her heart caught in her throat as she felt her flesh stretching her clothes, her muscles growing heavy and powerful. Her leg joints burned as her thighs seemed to inflate, soft skin ripping tiny tears in her khakis. Gasping, she looked around, and only became more confused to see her friends looking equally uncomfortable. “I, uh, feel a little weird…” she whispered. Al swallowed. “You feel, sick… you mean?” “Yeah,” interjected Stinnette, “or more like, um feminine problems maybe?” “That yeah…” Brianna quickly glanced down, feeling a pulse from her nether, and, feeling an almost pleasurable sensation, leaned over. “I gotta go…” Getting up, Brianna quickly sat down, and eased her chair in, gritting her teeth. “Bree-” Randy choked out, before his eyes bugged out, and his hands leapt to his zipper, fumbling with the zipper. “What’s happening,” breathed Al, leaning forward, curling his arms around his stomach. Stinnette seemed equally surprised but not quite as uncomfortable, as, leaning over, she brought her hands up under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties.

    “AaaaAAHH!!” Brianna screamed as her pants shredded themselves. Her tan not-quite-ankle-length slacks peeled away like a banana peel, revealing the changing flesh below. Thin brown fur had blossomed across legs that looked more at home on an animal. She kicked off the remains of her pants, and whimpered as her feet, now hooves, slid across the floor, her horse legs unable to stand up. A similar shriek escaped from Randy as his pants ruptured between his legs, revealing massive gonads. Randy glared at the scrotum pinning him to the floor, in which lay four softball-sized balls, ropey veins pulsing across their pale surface. Al managed to yank his pants down to his knees, standing up, and to his embarrassment laying his endowment in front of his friends with a plate-chattering thud. A two-foot penis, six inches in diameter, lat on the space between his and Brianna’s plates, the glans nudging the red candle holder over to the other size of the table.
   
    A full three seconds later, Brianna shrieked, “What’s happening to us!?” Calmly, Stinnette placed her panties on the table, black lace, Randy noted. Looking away from the woman next to him, Al stuttered, “I, I don’t kn-know…” Try as he might, Al felt blood flowing into his huge member, and a blush covered his face as his dick engorged, somehow lifting itself a few inches off the table, making Brianna cover her mouth to stifle a gasp. Randy, seeing his penis was unchanged despite his predicament, quickly called attention to himself. “Whatever it is, it’s bad, and we need to get-” he doubled over as a grunt of pain escaped his lips. The three others followed suit, and Eve was giggling all the while, watching through her porthole view.

    Randy placed his hands on the table, bracing himself as he felt the changes ripping through him again. With a slight twinge of satisfaction, he felt his penis tingle, which he immediately regretted, as within seconds, it had shriveled away, leaving smooth skin in its place. Balling his hands into fists, he attempted to breathe in quickly, but felt his nostrils plugging up. Moaning, he had to spread his legs a bit as his balls engorged, growing to the size of ripe melons, stretching his scrotum painfully before it adjusted to its new inhabitants. Panting, he felt his tongue hanging from his mouth, longer than he could recall, and involuntarily jolted up as he felt it brush his nose. Reaching up, he breathed through his mouth, touching his nose, which he gasped to find was no longer his nose at all, but his missing penis.

    Next to Randy, Stinnette, who had thus far gotten off lucky, immediately felt her breasts part a bit, a new object pushing up, pleasurably through her shirt. Reaching in, her eyes rolled back into her head as she encountered the head of her new dick. Feeling a smooth, sliding sensation, her hair grew soft, silky and black, and began growing down her back. Removing her shirt, she blinked her eyes, feeling them tighten, but soon forgot as her hands found their way to her foot-long member, growing, somehow, from her sternum. Although curiously without a ball sack, this didn’t stop pre-cum from soon dribbling from the tip.

    Al convulsed, cold sweat making his skin crawl as it arrived unwanted all over his body. His balls swelled a bit, now the size of baseballs, as his face began to bulge outward. His vision changed as a reptilian snout formed, teeth merging into sharp shelves of bone in his mouth. His body hair fell out in one soundless motion as his skin smoothed, and he shivered as his penis surged forward another foot, this time reaching all the way across the table, and landing softly, its weight now too heavy to rise above its point of attachment. Finally, Al shrieked in pain as his joints cracked, bones breaking as his limbs split. His arms split in two, four smaller, feminine limbs forming where before his modest muscles were not a minute earlier.

    To Al’s right, Brianna brought up the rear, perhaps literally. From the waist down, her body was now furry and covered in well defined muscles. Black hooves clattering on the tile, she screamed as above her vagina, which had slid back into an animalistic position, the skin became black and hairless. A fold of skin, a tube parallel to her spine grew out, and a wrinkly, velvety swelling beneath it, filled out into the proud manhood of a stallion. She felt her arms itch and, looking down, saw black and white feathers bloom like flowers from them, tickling her breasts which had grown from modest dugs to great big tits a porn star would be proud of, now easily E-cups.

    All four of them were panting as their transformations finished. As they looked at their strange bodies, and glanced at each other, they felt similar feelings. Brianna was horrified, as although she, like every girl, had gone through a pony phase, she was not ecstatic to becoming one. That, and she was terrified of large penises, and hers was certainly in that field. Sliding forward, she yelped as her legs were unable to support her upright, and she fell off her chair to her rump, thankfully not landing on her weighty ball sack. Looking under the table, she saw Stinnette across from her, and blushed, seeing her best friend reacting exactly the opposite way to her new member. Staring excitedly forward, the woman was smiling, eyes wide at the turgid member pulsing below her chin.  Her slitted eyes flickered up and down its length, and noticing an uncomfortable tightness, reached down, twisting her arms across her stomach. Grasping the sides of her shirt, she lifted her top over her head, and in one smooth motion, exposed her breasts and the base of her cock to the night air.

    Gingerly sliding forward, Randy grunted in pain as his overloaded scrotum fell off the edge of his seat, the two pairs of orbs within forcing him to squat to rest them on the floor. Feeling the tepid wood on his balls, he tried to close his mouth to swallow, but paused, feeling his tongue still lagging outside of his lips. Reaching up, he shivered as he pulled on his tongue, finding it hanging three inches out of his mouth, even pulled as far in as he tried. Crossing his eyes, his previous suspicious was confirmed, as his drooping nose, now a penis, hung nearly down to his mouth. Across from him, Al raises his hands, shaking, to his face. Seeing four where before there were two, Al shivered, his eyes blinking rapidly. Running his hands over his changed face, he felt the scales where his skin once was, the ridge of bone down the middle of his skull, and opening his mouth, the shelves of dentin instead of teeth. Trying to speak as he turned to Brianna, his voice was strained and quiet, jumping as the head of his cock fell to the floor.

    “’Rianna are you okay?” he coughed. Looking at him, her words caught in her throat. Brianna felt her vision drawn to her friend’s crotch, feeling her own genitals respond as she saw the huge shaft, flowing hairless from between his legs now, sloping to the floor, the gently pulsing veins radiating heat she could almost feel, as it rested scant inches from her hoof. Horrified, her hands flew between her legs, trying to push the head of her penis back into her sheath, and her shoulders shook as she felt her pussy begin to weep fluid. Randy Watched, entranced. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he started to pant. His hands slowly caressed his balls as his nose-dick throbbed, rising slowly to full erection, pointing his full four and a half inches out, a droplet of pre handing at the tip.

    Stinnette noticing this, glanced at Al, and saw him looking back at her. She immediately felt self-conscious, and stopped stroking her hand up her penis, and removed her other hand from a breast. Al, noticing a visible stir in Stinnette’s skirt, quickly glanced away as his dick issues a small drip of pre-cum, re-joining her gaze after a second. Gesturing to the two others, he asked her near inaudibly as his mouth strained to speak, “Uz haddening to us?” Looking at her fete, which was not easy with an impressive manhood between her bosoms. After a few seconds, she looked back to him, eyes wide. “Eve.”

    Starting, Al nodded quickly, and turning his head slowly, he looked to the porthole window in the door to the kitchen. Stinnette followed his gaze, and they held this for a second before they jumped, hearing Eve’s voice echo throughout the room. “How’s your meal, valued patrons? Wonderful, to be sure.” The speakers used to announce orders and comments from the head chef carried her voice to them. Al turned to Stinnette, and she repeated the question so Eve could hear it. “Did you do this to us?” Cruel laughter echoed for a full ten seconds. “Yes! Yes it was me! I did it! Ha ha hahha ha haha HA!” Back in the kitchen, crouched on the floor, Eve’s eyes were streaming with happy tears as she enjoyed her vengeance.

    Again, Stinnette relayed, “Why? What did we ever do to you?” Eve’s eyes flashed open, her laughter stopping abruptly. “What? Why did I? You made my life here a hell on earth. I hate you! I hate you for making me work late, for making lewd jokes, for not eating all my food!” By now Brianna and Randy were raptly listening, and like the other two victims, were raptly staring as the speakers in the corners of the ceiling. “So after a visit from a WONDERFUL benefactor, I gave you a gift to show my appreciation. And the best part is it’s not over yet!” An interlude of giddy laughter interrupted her speech. “The next part should be here soon!” Turning to face the front door, Stinnette swallowed, and although the others were equally worried, their endowments prevented them from turning nimbly.

    “We should leave,” the skirted woman stated. Randy rolled his eyes. “How?” he said gesturing to his immense gonads. They looked around, Brianna raised her hand to beg a question. “Um, maybe we could hhu-mmMM!” She leaned back, a surge of pleasure roiling through her breasts. As her nipples stretched an inch long, her boobs swelled, reaching basketball size in a matter of seconds. “Ah shit!” Randy tried to stand, but yelped in pain as his balls refused to cooperate, pain tearing through his scrotum and bringing him back to the floor. Rubbing his sack gingerly, he moaned suddenly, his hands flying to his posterior. A high moan escaped his lips as he felt wet, feminine lips break through the surface of his ass.

    Brianna shrieked, bringing her out of here reverie as she felt her tailbone stretch and twist. With a sickening crackle, a long, sinewy tail branched out from her rear, bald and striated like a rat’s. Random patches of scales spread over he body, alternating with shiny, metallic patches of viridian on her skin. Looking to her left, she felt her cock throb involuntarily as Al mutated next to her. He grabbed his stomach as he fell to a crouch, his sides feeling akin to overstuffed cushions splitting. Three nipples ripped through his skin on each side, making him scream in pain, and he fell forward as his legs tore and snapped. Across from him and on the other side of the table, Stinnette screamed as her right hand tensed balling into a fist. Staring at it, mouth agape, she felt the tentacle in her panties snake its way down, growing to a full six feet long, tearing through her underwear and pantyhose. Inside the curtain of her beautiful hair, a second writhing limb was growing, but her growing lust distracted her. Her left palm itches and burned for a moment, but those feelings were soon replaced with pleasure as the flesh parted, a dripping vagina baring itself, complete with a few strands of a pubic hair patch.

    Randy turned, and seeing Stinnette’s vagina as her panties were destroyed, his penis throbbing harder. Sliding towards her, he gently slid his hands up her thighs. Slowly ambling towards her, he had to stop as his balls grew ever larger, and as he fingered his vaginas, he closed his eyes. Moaning and rocking on his haunches, his burgeoning balls swelled larger in fits of pleasure, and reaching the size of volleyballs, he reached orgasm, huge jets of cum flying from his nose. Stinnette ‘s tentacles both reaching ten feet in length, she felt her right hand convulse, the balled-up fingers fusing into a cock head, and heavy balls dropping from her fore-arm. Rubbing it against her other hand, she turned, and seeing Randy, smiled. Leaning forward, she presented her pussy to him.
   
    Al gazed at Brianna through pain-glazed eyes as his legs broke asunder beneath him. Like his arms, they split down the middle, replaced after a minute with four long, smooth female legs. Moaning he lurched forward, his ass spreading, exposing his anus, which pulsed with lust as his cock began to grow again. Reaching back to finger his own anus, Al moaned as his cock flowed back, now attached firmly between his thighs permanently spreading them. His member surged, his unreal three foot length thickening, first an inch wider, then two, then three. Veins as thick as fingers pulsed down its length. His tongue lolling from his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head as the nipples on his sides felt pushed and pulled, and soon fat was welling up under them. As he gently rocked two fingers inside his rear, six breasts grew from his torso, The smooth floor caressing them as the grow from modest A-cups to C-s in mere seconds, and ultimately reached the size of cantaloupes, their areolas bumpy and stimulated in the cold air.

    Randy smiled, seeing the object of his lust before him. Leaning forward, he extended his tongue, a full foot of writing red muscle probing forward. Wrapping it lovingly around his lovers lower tentacle, he pulled Stinnette towards him, his gratuitous nuts preventing him from moving to her. Her hot, wet pussy was perched above him, and after taking a moment to revel in his luck, leaned in, and slowly slid his former-nose-now-cock into her velvety lips. Looping his tongue around to stroke Brianna’s clit, he smiled, closing his eyes to hide from the fluids, began to work his manhood into his lover.

    Brianna shuffled over to Al, scared and unknowing what to do. “Al! Al what do I do?!” Al blinked slowly, lust and sweat dripping from his face. Clearly, after a moment, he said, “Fuck me.” After a minute of intense contemplation, Brianna obeyed her pulsing equine member. Climbing behind AL, she placed the fat head of her cock on his ass cheeks. “Are you sure?” Al responded by reaching back, and with his tow lower arms, gently stroked Brianna’s areolas. “OOOWwwuh!” Moaning, she nodded, and rocking forward, she pressed her dick into Al’s asshole. Screaming, Al gyrated into her, forcing one inch at a time into his rectum. Brianna thrust, slowly at first, but much faster as she threw caution to the wind, and enjoyed the heat of the huge member of her lover beneath her.

    As Al and Brianna fucked, their bodies dripped with sweat as their lovemaking reach higher and higher levels of pleasure. Their eyes both closed as they held each other, and as their cocks pulsed their tits bounced so deliciously. Brianna moaned as she felt a tightness inside her, above her ball sack. “I…I fell wet and full inside… am I gonna… cum?” Panting with her, Al answered, “Yes… come… come in me!” His dick throbbed beneath her, and he felt it grow slowly as his orgasm approached. A minute later, Brianna’s hips shook and she screamed, he pace increasing to brake-neck speed. “I’m gonna cum! So soon!” Al’s eyes rolled in their sockets as he felt his balls clench in sympathy. “Sooo… Big!” He came, his clench anus making Brianna scream, her own orgasm triggering. As spurts of thick, hot seed flew from Brianna’s tip, Al’s cock belched semen, growing larger with each burst. Growing six inches at a time, soon his cock had grown to five feet long, and by the time the big burst were done, eight feet of massive meat snaked from his pelvis. His balls ached as though they had been sucked on for hours, but he was paralyzed with pleasure.

    Eve laughed as loud as she dared without causing any of her patrons to notice her, though granted, that was pretty damn loud at this point. She turned, almost leaping as she made her way to grab the camera she had left on the back counter. “Oh, best day ever, best day ever…”