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"Cupcakes!" Denna giggled, holding a platter of six purple cupcakes, each with their bottoms wrapped with turquoise paper.
"Oh!" Roasty clapped, overtaken with elation.
***
Elsewhere, on Muutan's route.
Taking a shorter trip along the dirt roads, Muutan pulled up to an ornate white building with golden cursive writing on the front above an awning. The lettering read as 'Franny's'
"Whew, okay, I guess I should knock. I don't know if the girls are prepping this early," Muutan thought out loud as she walked up, ringing the buzzer next to the decorative black doors.
Rocking back and forth on her heels, Muutan waited, her huge rack swaying with her weight. She began to whistle a tune before the door opened and Muutan was enveloped by the huge shadow of the approaching individual.
"Oh, I wondered who was going to pop out! Hiya, Fran!" Muutan said, greeting the behemoth of a woman.
"Hello, Miss Muutan! A pleasure as always. I see you have our milk shipment!" Said Fran, her thick French accent making her soft voice ever the more delicate.
"Oh yes, I was wondering if you could help me carry them in? There are a lot and they're pretty hea...vy" Muutan was paused as Fran carried all four boxes of her shipment of milk under her pale muscular arms with ease.
"Thank you, Miss Muutan! I'm sure this beautiful cream was the result of long hours of milking. You must be so tired; do you have time to come in for a bite?" Fran said, her red lips forming a smile as her toned back muscles were visible through her transparent silk gown.
"Um yes, I would, but I hope I'm not disturbing your prep!" Muutan said with cautious respect.
"Nonsense, you should have a taste of what we make with your product," Fran smiled, making her way inside the restaurant.
"Oh, wait, does that mean?" Muutan asked, heart held high with expectation.
"Yes, cheese!" Fran nodded as the two passed into the opulent foyer into the dining hall.
"You're cute, Muutan. Yes, and without your milk, making cheese and margarine here in the restaurant wouldn't be possible," said Fran, going through the door to the kitchen.
As the two entered, a much shorter woman dressed in a black chef's uniform was prepping for the evening's service. Her blonde hair was hidden under a matching black scarf and her hand was cloaked in plastic gloves.
"Hi, Franky!" Muutan giggled.
"Oh, hello Muutan. Sorry, but please make your visit quick. I can't have you contaminating the food," said Franky, her unwavering voice drenched in a high French accent as stern as her gaze on the assorted vegetables she was chopping.
"Yes, ma'am Ms. Sue Chef," Muutan nodded.
"Little sister does have a point. Muutan, why don't you wait in the dining hall."
"Yes, ma'am," Muutan bowed, leaving for the dining hall.
Muutan did as she was told a waited in the dining hall, sitting at a rather opulent booth with red leather booths and a beautiful clothed table.
"Hmm, I wonder what Goalma is doing right now? Probably fishing. She provides the seafood here I bet, though Fran looks like she's big enough to do some deep diving. I wonder if she and the police chief ever got into a barrel lifting contest to see who could lift the most barrels?"
"Um, Muutan?" Said a young French voice.
"I wouldn't bet on them, of course, they're too evenly matched," Muutan continued, thinking out loud.
"Muutan?" Said the young French-accented voice again.
"But what about Beef, she's ripped..." Muutan trialed on.
"MISS MUUTAN!" Yelled the young voice.
"Oh, um, sorry Flow," Muutan said, shaking her head to snap herself back to reality.
"It's alright, Miss M. Here's your mozzarella spread over toast garnished with tomato and thyme," said Flow with a stern look on her face.
"Wow, everything looks so yummy! Thank you and your sisters very much," Muutan giggled.
"I'll tell them you're satisfied. Enjoy your meal! Erm... please enjoy your stay," Flow bowed, catching herself in a discreet brief second as her massive breasts threatened to topple her small frame over.
Muutan glanced at Flow as she walked away with curious eyes. 'I'm big, but being that short, it's amazing that she can be a waitress and keep those giant things from pulling her to the ground,' Muutan thought.
Taking her forking sectioning off a piece of cheese with a bit of the tomato garnish, Muutan put the assortment to her plush lips and took her first taste.
"Oh my god, this is delicious!" Muutan cooed, massaging the cheese as it melted in her mouth.
Hearing this, though now out of Muutan's sight, Flow giggled to herself.
***
Back at the Cottage Hen.
"My, my, someone ate all of them!" Denna giggled, looking at her young friend.
"Oh no, I ruined my dress... but I've gotten so hot for some reason," Roasty moaned, rubbing her full belly.
"Well now, I wouldn't mind if you relieved yourself a bit. Come on, stand up. Let me help you out of that dress," smiled Denna, getting up and stepping behind Roasty.
"Oh, whew, okay!" Roasty replied, removing her dress to reveal her nude form to Denna.
"You can remove your shoes as well if you want! I'll go put your dress in the washing machine for you," Denna giggled.
Roasty nodded with obedience as she began to unlace her gladiator sandals, her eyes full of dumb trust.
As she did so, Denna, who couldn't help but giggle, pranced off to her living quarters. "Her little round face was so cute, those cupcakes clearly worked! I stuffed them full of aphrodisiacs and some suggestion root, so she should be putty in my hands for a while."
Back in the kitchen now, barefoot, Roasty sat in the wooden chair, running her fingers through her brown plume of frizzy brown hair.
"Why am I so hot?" Roasty sighed, her tongue running across her buck teeth before biting her bottom lip.
Then, as if by magic, Roasty fell into a heat-induced sleep.
***
Making it to Snip Twins, Dime walked through the glass door of the hair salon to the chime of a bell, which alerted those inside that a customer had entered.
'Wow, I walked like two miles and I'm not gasping for air... shit, I should have just taken a cart here. But I'm glad I didn't, the walk was actually nice," Dime thought as she stepped through the door.
Darla, who was sitting in a barber's chair with her twig-like legs crossed, filing her lime green nails, was alerted to the sound of the bell and began to recite her standard greeting.
"Welcome to... oh hey, aren't you the girl from the bar?" Said Darla, popping her gum.
"O-oh yeah, I'm the cook," Dime smiled, squeezing her huge breasts in between her forearms, her hands folded against her crotch, shoulders shrugging.
"I see, well what can I do for you today?" Darla giggled before blowing a bubble.
"Oh yeah, I was thinking of a new hairdo!" Darla smiled, her hand running through her copper hair.
"Ah, alright, what did you have in mind?" Darla said, gesturing towards the barber's chair she'd been sitting in, brushing her paisley-decorated apron.
"Hmm, I remember this one from a magazine I read a long while ago," Dime thought out loud, wiggling her foot in recollection.
"Oh?" Darla mused, grabbing a pair of scissors from her barber's counter.
"It was like, the sides of the head were shaved and there was just hair at the top of the head like a fish's back fin," Dime explained, sweeping her hand on the sides of her head followed by pressing them together in the shape of an arrow, holding them above her head.
"Oh, you mean like a mohawk?" Darla asked.
"Yeah, that was it!" Dime smiled, kicking her feet against the chair's footrest.
"I got it, I got it. Okay, DD, this will be cute!" Darla giggled, snipping her scissors in the air to punctate her sentence.
***
Back at the Cottage Hen, Roasty lay in a tin wash basin. Bound in a fetal position, her huge butterscotch ass pointed upwards and her head was tucked downward as she slept in the liquid chocolate that pooled around her.
"Wow, she's so stretchy!" Denna giggled as she emptied another canister's worth of whipped cream into Roasty's ass.
The whipped cream was joined by two bunches worth of peeled bananas, which were all jammed into her rectum and pussy. Denna couldn't help but giggle to herself as she basted the young girl in more chocolate, covering her back in syrup.
Turning Roasty around with relative ease, Denna positioned her on her back in the basin, giggling as she looked upon her sleeping form.
"She has such a cute pair of fat little lips! She and her mother have such childish, innocent faces!" Denna giggled, pressing her index finger against Roasty's plump red lips.
Parting these lips, Denna placed a funnel between them, which was attached to an electrical pump that doubled as a tank.
"Hehe, I got this made special for me, but there's no harm in using it on you. It's a combination of peanut butter and caramel. All of this should give that belly an even better bloat! And the best part about it is that it also acts as a ventilator," giggled Denna.
***
Now back on her delivery route, Muutan rode down the wet dirt road to her next stop, though her progress was halted by a young, tan-skinned man with red hair.
"Oh, hi miss Muutan!" The young man waved as he adjusted his heavy backpack.
"Oh, hey Brick! Denna was just talking about you!" Muutan giggled, allowing her fat teat to be caught by Brick's eye as it bounced around under her thin green blouse.
"Um, say, Miss Muutan?" Brick said with a bit of hesitation.
"Yes?" Muutan replied with quizzical interest.
"If I gave you some money, could I... could I..." Brick gulped, shaking with nerves.
"Could you what?" Muutan said with unintentional seduction in her voice as she leaned into the dashboard of her cart.
"FUCK YOU...IN... IN... THE BACK?" Brick blurted out, his face red with embarrassment.
"Well, you know, Carla chewed me out last time when she caught me sucking you off in your parents' bed..." Muutan sighed, crossing her legs.
"We...we can do it in the Peterson Shack!" Brick sighed, sweat rolling down his face.
"Tsk, you want to fuck me in a busted down, rat-filled cabin? Boy, do you think I'm a cheap skank?" Muutan glared, her hand resting on her cheek.
"No, no ma'am!" Brick stammered.
"No dice. Watch your manners," Muutan said, rolling her eyes as she drove off, leaving Brick in the middle of the road with his embarrassment and a hard dick.
***
Denna, in her kitchen, stepped back and marveled at her work.
Roasty, the daughter of Beef the firewoman and an aspiring baker, could barely be recognized as a person in her current state. Her head was submerged in the pool of chocolate, the tube in her mouth now helping her breathe. However, her breasts were so enormous and buoyant that they sat on the surface of the chocolate pool, obscuring most of the top half of her body from view.
The butterscotch mounds that were her breasts paled in comparison to the massive globe that was her overstuffed gut; so stuffed in fact that her navel protruded with painful engorgement. Being a collection of spheres in the eyes of Denna, Roasty continued to sleep though unbeknownst to her, Denna's will being imparted on her in combination with her natural will to serve and please others began to manifest into a change.
Roasty, as she was known to everyone, faded from memory. In her place was a wash basin filled with chocolate and lewd piles of butterscotch ice-cream that resembled a woman's engorged belly and breasts.
Denna, once sure of what she was doing and why, looked with bewilderment at the massive dessert.
"W-why did I put a breathing tube in this big pile of chocolate ice cream? I-I really don't even remember making this... well ha, I must've been thinking with my stomach rather than my head!" Denna giggled, removing the tube from the pool of chocolate.
***
"Wow, I love it!" Dime giggled, elated at her new look as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
Dime's hair was shaped in a feathery fohawk, being that the top of her head was graced with a gentle peak of copper hair, while the sides of her head were shaved down to the scalp, lessening in density as the hair moved towards the ears and nape of the neck.
"I'm so glad you like it! Stand up and look in the big mirror behind me," Darla clapped.
Dime arose from her chair, removing her smock as clippings of copper hair fell to the floor below.
"Wow, you did a bang-up job, Darla!" Dime gasped, amazed as she looked at her reflection in Darla's large counter mirror.
"Haha, and more importantly the short hair makes your lovely figure stand out more," Darla said, running her finger along Dime's shoulder as she walked around her.
"I-I guess it does... oh!" Dime asked herself aloud with quizzical agreeance before she felt her breasts being grasped by boney hands.
"Hehe, we're very similar! DD. And even though slightly fatter girls are preferred around here, no one can deny this contrast!" Darla giggled as her thin, nimble fingers pressed into Dime's shirt, the pressure of Darla's thin fingers pressing into the breast flesh. "But I know if you got out of that kitchen at the bar and got up on stage, people would love you, especially when you show these big... fat... tits..."
Darla got in close and licked Dime's earlobe, giggling at her own lewd behavior as she did so.
"Y-you t-think so?" Dime asked with nervous undertones, feeling squeamish at Darla's sudden advances.
"I know so, Doubled-Stuffed, I know so," Darla giggled, kissing the back of Dime's neck.
"Hack!" Coughed Darla, backing away from Dime.
"What's wrong?" Dime asked, concerned for Darla, who had stumbled back in a fit of coughing and wheezing.
"Gah, ha, mmm, ha... I swallowed a hair when I kissed you," Darla coughed, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Oh geez, Darla," Dime sighed before walking over to the corner near the door of the shop to the water cooler. Taking a paper cup from the cooler side, she pressed down on the blue tab, releasing cool water into the cup from the cooler's nozzle. "Here you go, Darla."
"Gah, mmm, ah! Thanks!" Darla sighed, her throat now clear of the hazardous scratching that plagued her.
***
Back on the milk route...
As promised, Muutan made her way to the firehouse.
"Whew boy! Hey guys, I'm here!" Muutan yelled as her golf cart pulled up to the firehouse.
"OH! Well hello, milk maiden!" Said a large, muscular man who posed in front of Muutan.
"Oh wow, um, hi Chief Burst!" Muutan jumped, surprised.
"Do you need help carrying that load for us?" Said Burst, giving a dramatic point to one of the boxes in the cart.
"Why, yes... um, oh!" Muutan said, though Burst had already picked up the box, carrying it inside.
"Oh, by the way, Junior was waiting for you. He wanted to ask you something," said Burst, his white mustache twitching as he spoke.
"Oh, okay!" Muutan nodded as she followed him inside.
Once in the mess hall, Muutan spotted Junior sitting alone at one of the tables and approached him.
"Hi Junior, the Chief said you wanted to talk to me about something?"
The chief was near the fridge, stocking it with a few of the bottles before putting the rest in a storage cooler located in the basement. He kept an ear out, curious as to how the young man would court the cow woman. He was anticipating this meeting, as the boy had confided in him earlier.
"Well, I have this for you!" Junior said, shifting to the side opposite of where Muutan stood to where a cardboard box was located.
"What's this?" Muutan asked, her cow ears fluttering in wonderment.
"Feast your eyes on... this!" Junior said, opening the box, unleashing the smell of sweet pastries to Muutan's senses.
"My... my goodness! Donuts!" Muutan cheered, elated at the sight of the glazed rings.
"Yes, a baker's dozen all for you!" Junior cooed.
"Wow, I'll eat them right here!" Muutan cheered, taking a seat next to Junior as she began to scarf the steamy rings into her mouth.
Kicking her flip flops off her feet, Muutan swooned, her mind taken to high heaven by the taste of the yummy donuts. Junior eyed Muutan's low cleavage as her huge udders bounced within the confines of her thin green blouse, her voracious appetite tearing at his offering of the tasty treats.
"So, uh Muutan?" Junior asked
"Mmhmm?" Muutan mumbled.
"I was wondering... would you mind going out with me Thursday night?" Junior asked, rubbing the back of the head.
"*gulp* Sure, I'll be at Todd's at seven tomorrow!" Muutan giggled, licking the glaze from her lips.
"Um, oh alright, wow! No, um, I can pick you up," Junior mumbled, astonished.
"Oh, okay cool I'm gonna need to borrow some clothes so pick me up at Goalma's. Wait, should I dress in a certain way?" Muutan asked.
"Well, I was going to take you to the bar for some dinner..." Junior mentioned.
"Well, it's a date so I'll dress up!" Muutan giggled.
"Um, okay? See you at Goalma's house at seven then," Junior nodded.
"*Burp* Yes, thanks for the donuts. See you guys later!" Muutan giggled, getting up and leaving the empty donut box on the table.
'Jeez, she ate all of those that quickly? Well, Roots was right, but wow,' Junior thought as Muutan left.
After Muutan had passed through the double doors of the mess hall, Burst rose up from his position by the fridge and gave Junior a hardy thumbs up.
"Woah, forgot you were there! Thanks, boss," Junior said, now both proud and unsure about how the night ahead.
***
Taking a bit longer than usual, Muttan pulled up to 'B+C Mechanics'. The hangar was open and Carla could be spotted tuning up a golf cart.
"Oh, um, hi Carla," Muutan announced with hesitation as her cart slowed to a stop.
"Morning. Ya got chest juice for us, ey?" Carla mumbled, rolling her eyes as she continued to take a wrench to the cart.
"Yes, um, I'm sorry about..." Muutan trailed off before being silenced by Carla raising her red-manicured hand.
"Nope, no need. It's in your nature to fuck. Just don't put your cow wiles on my son..." Carla said with a blunt, stoic tone, the words passing through her plump red lips with a hint of unintended sweetness.
"Um, okay..." Muutan mumbled, her ears flopping down in defeat.
"It's funny..." Carla smirked as she rose from the cart, brushing the dirt off of her ill-fitting jumpsuit.
"Hmm?" Muutan mumbled with a quizzical ear flutter.
"I still remember when you were a pot-bellied little girl. Still can't believe you got knocked up so young and that you once could barely talk... and were, well... lighter," Carla mumbled, looking at Muutan's chest.
"Stop teasing me, okay? I said I was sorry..." Muutan pouted, rubbing her arm while looking down and away from Carla.
"Stop pouting. Are you hungry?" Carla sighed, grabbing a remote control from atop a tool cabinet.
"Oh, you're going to handle the shipment with your little robot thing?" Muutan asked, looking at the controller in Carla's supple hands.
"Yeah, like I always do when Butch and Brick are out," Carla said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh um... okay. I like your robots..." Muutan mumbled with shy embarrassment.
"That's what you always say..." Carla sighed as her orange wagon bot sprung to life from the depths of the hangar.
"Oh, wow, that one's a cutie! Look at the little face on it!" Muutan giggled with glee.
"Yeah, I built him a while ago. My blue one broke down after some of those damn kids tried to use it as a boat or something," Carla grumbled as she steered the robot over to Muutan's cart to retrieve the heavy metal case.
"Oh no, Carla! Shut him down!" Muutan cried, hopping in place.
