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Published: 2018-12-28 15:14:02 +0000 UTC; Views: 1933; Favourites: 99; Downloads: 0
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A brief glimpse into Linda's past, when she first stated working at a coffee hut. So happy, so easy going, and working in a friendly environment.
This fun piece was created by Spirale on FA, who has done an amazing job capturing Linda's features. ^^
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Look what I found at your gallery
Its an interesting piece of art that helps to understands Linda's past, if that's her name
How times change, aye?
I wouldn't mind to go to that coffee hut
Looks like an interesting place to go ^-^
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Lol you got me, Linda was originally conceived without a back story, but as she grew she sort of became her own person. ^^
Yes, time and creativity both.
I am sure she would not mind, after all good company is hard to come by on the restaurant industry.
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That's interesting
Its like the cycle of characters created randomly, it just gett created and after that you start thinking about the personality, backstory and other things
Time always change ^-^
DG:"Maybe a good coffee break could help me with all my daily routine"
*Enters the coffee shop and looks around before getting in the line*
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Thank you, I love how this one turned out.
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Youβre welcome ^^. Yeah, so is this her job?
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It is for now. 
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Yeah... The key is to live in the moment. Enjoy those happy moments. ^^
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It is hard to go wrong with coffee.
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That'd be better than Spermbucks- I mean Starbulge- Starbucks!
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T////T Has heard these more than a few times.
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... (wide-eyed emogi)
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Lucky she was able to have some enjoyment there.
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It was an enjoyable job when she started out.
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Didn't last long, but it was nice.
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"Well Linda, I'll have the hot crossed buns."
Linda: "Sir, we don't have..."
"You sure do!"
Linda: "Please sir, just what's on the menu."
"Here's a menu. Sit on it."
Linda: "There's waiting customers behind you sir."
**sigh**
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'Just grab a table and I will get back to you.' Linda blows out a long breath. 'Next! - please tell me there is someone coming to tap me out for my break!'
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"Yeah. So I'll have a Caramel White Chocolate Mocha Dark Roast Double-Latte Triple-Espresso Colombian Cappuccino with 3 three lumps, non-dairy Hazelnut Creamer, and you on the side."
>>Going to my table now. **zip**<<
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If looks could kill, there would be a lot of dead bodies littered between you and the table you slip into. Fortunately for you there are no blunt objects on hand for Linda go grab, and her server mentality kicking in the the second you began to rattle off your coffee order. Smoke almost rises from her note pad as she scribes down the details in short hand cursing a blue streak under her breath.
'Three lumps of creamer... I'll give you creamer.' she mutters. Storming over to the counter to begin creating the madness you have requested.
...
Several long minutes later, and one trip to the back room, where a muffled scream of frustration can be hear from behind the wooden doors, Linda appears with your coffee. Already her once form fitting shirt and apron seem a little tight around her chest.
Placing the coffee before you, she deliberately ignores the whispers about her sudden change in figure and pulls out her note pad.
'So, what will it be today?'
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"Breasts and thighs," I sigh as I read the menu, then turning red in the face as I blurt out, "CHICKEN BREASTS AND THIGHS!! That's what I meant!"
Burying face in menu... More reading...
"Yes... the uh... Cordon Bleu Chicken Breast Black Forest Ham Bacon Avocado Ranch Onion Ring Double Decker Triple CheeseΒ Sandwich on Onion Kaiser Roll with a side of Wedge Cut Nacho Cheese Fries and a Bleu Cheese Side Salad, extra Fried Onion Topping. Ketchup and Ranch Dressing on the side." Glancing at Linda over the menu at her 'enlarged assets', I add, "and a milk... shake." *cough cough* "Vanilla milkshake!" Nervous smile... One of those 'please don't kill me' smiles.
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Eyes narrowing to emerald slits, Linda raises her note book again and begins to scribble. Her scribbles turning into a furious scratches as she tires to keep up, and just as her eyes begin to bulge with concentration, the unspeakable happens: With a snap the tip of her pencil breaks off. With a drawn out inhalation of one reigning in their temper Linda draws out a pen this time and brings it to life on the corner of her pad.
'And one milk shake...' She mutters, with a shake of her head, that, conveniently causes her own swelling assets to shake, back and forth, back and forth. Already bursting against the fabric, the hints of her nips already are beginning to push against the fabric. 'A vanilla milk shake.'
'Would you like that with or after the breasts?' A hint of a smile touches her lips, though her eyes are as sharp as broken jade. 'Or after the thighs?'
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"Well I'm pretty sure that the patty is made from chicken breast... But yeah, I do like great thighs... Is that on the menu anywhere, or just on you?" π: 0 β©: 1
So pretty, so exotic... I should really tip her for all the grief I've given her...
Glancing at Linda, I waggle my eyebrows like their on their own brain circuit.
AH! Man, she must think I'm a real perv right now...
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"Say miss," I muse as I stare at Linda's chest with bright red cheeks, "Are they... supposed to do that?"
Groaning internally Linda resists the urge to roll her eyes as the though of come on roll over her. It was going to be a long day. And the customers were just going to keep coming. As were the bad puns in all likelihood.
And then the eyebrows started dancing... Like giant fuzzy caterpillars they were dancing on his brow. Still, they made her smile. There was just something about - she squashed that thought as it was not helping her current and ever expanding problem. The heat was already billowing in her chest, was beginning to move down between her legs. A flush creeping up to her cheeks.
Crap. Crap. Crap...
Deep breaths, keep taking deep breaths... and hope he doesn't notice... He noticed...
Biting her lip, Linda tired to force her brain to work, her chest was already pushing her shirt to the breaking point. And her apron was not concealing the fact that her nipples were already becoming hardened nubs pushing up like tiny volcano. The pressure was already building, becoming uncomfortable to the point it almost hurt.
Pressure. Keep your mind off the pressure.
'Their... They - have... A - A mind of - their own...'
A button snapped, flying across the table and pinging off the back of your seat.
Linda cursed.
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Continuing to gawk at her expanding chest as a couple of other customers are beginning to show interest as well. "Wow..." I muse as I dodge the button, "I didn't know they had such fresh cream here."
Daaaaaaaaaang, they are getting bigger...
"Or are you just titillating me over here?"
Damn... I should stop telling jokes when I'm nervous.
"So," mused Linda trying to ignore her explosive top situation, "Is that your order?"
"Yeah... that's about it," I muse as I put down the menu, "I... uh... Oh dear... I think there's about to be a wardrobe malfunction..."
More buttons pop off inside the apron and clatter to the floor at her feet.
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βP- please -Uh- excuse meβ¦β Linda stuttered, her fingers digging into the note pad clutched in her hand. βI -Ah! β Iβll b-be right ba-Ack! With your order!β
Executing a sharp turn on her heal, trying to escape, Linda manages to take a single step forward before her momentum catches up with her. βAaaaah!β
Rather than making her escape, her body continues its twisting arc, brining her rapidly expanding chest around as her upper balance fails.
βLook out!β Is all she manages to cry, before her chest comes crashing down upon you and the surrounding table. The last of her restraining buttons popping loose and ping off the table like quarters. Her white furred chest exploding out to fill her apron, her nipples pushing out like oversized tangerines press against you. Lindaβs sudden collision sends you water glass cascading over your shirt.
With a gurgling rumble, Linda lets out a groan, eyes clamping shut, as the fabric of her apron begins to darken with a moisture around the pointed numbs of her nipples.
Biting her lip, she casts a quick look over her shoulder, at the gathering onlookers, several of which were already taking out phones and pointing they her way.
βAh! A β Your β you shirt, here!β Linda grabs your arm and begins pulling you towards the kitchens double doors marked Employees Only. βYou had breast β best! Come with me! Now.β
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Being yanked from the chair, I hop on one foot clownishly to avoid face planting into the floor or the nearby wall.
"It's.. it's only water," I protest feebly.
Through the kitchen door travel the floor show as the doors whack me in my tail end. The blow pushes me into Linda's back making her skip a step and stumble forward.
"Oh... uh... Hi," I stammer to the short order cook and the waitresses in the back.
A tall, exotic looking zebra waitress covers her eyes, lowers her head and mutters, "Oh gawd... not again."
'Dang,' I think as my wandering eyes... wander to her chest, 'Are those... glowing? Is that a new power? Is her ass marked with a nuclear symbol?'
There doesn't appear to be anyone around the freezer door in the back room, so Linda leads me in that direction.
"I'm so sorry about..." she begins as I trip and moved ahead. The force spins me around to smack into the freezer door and pull Linda chest first into me. The combined momentum and weight overcome the old lock throwing both inside the chilled room before the door bounces and snaps closed behind.
Opening my eyes after the wild ride, I notice I'm backed into a shelf with both of Linda's now huge... assets pinning me there. One arm is also pinned but the other somehow managed to be above the fleshy mass. With her breasts having broken free of her shirt and top, I feel the warmth of the light, doughy mass against me.
"You know... has anyone mentioned how... beautiful you are?" I ask slowly.
'OH GAWD!' screams the voice in the back of my head, 'SHE'S GONNA THINK YOU'RE HITTING ON HER, YOU JERK!'
"That might sound better," she replied breathlessly, "if you hand wasn't fondling my nipple."
I suddenly realize where my hand is and what the evil appendage was doing unbidden. Milk leaked from the puffy nipple over the fingers.
"I'M SO SORRY!" I blurt. "MY HAND... IT'S NOT OBEYING ME RIGHT NOW!"
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Great now heβs hitting on me.
Blowing out a sigh, Linda shook her head, or tired to in the confines of the walk in freezer. The emergency light was still on, offering dim illumination, but the distinct click of the lock still rung in her ears.
Great.
Great. Great. Great.
Eyes closes she tried to take stock of the situation. Tired, and failed, as a persistent groping hand kept fondling her nipple. Squeezing it again and again, each time the pressure sent a gush of warm cream down her breast only to be filled again when he released.
Gasping, Linda found herself biting her lip, the chilled air causing her already swollen nipples to harden.
βPlease ββ she began, drawing in a gasping breath as her breasts, now free of their confines were doing their best to try and fill the freezer. βAh! Pl ββ
Abruptly the door swung open, the light framing the Zebra waitress, with a very perturbed look on her face. Linda opened her mouth to protest, but he Zebra cut her off with a curt gesture, instead turning to you.
βGreat.β The Zebra blew out sigh. βCongratulations, your on panda milking duty. Iβll check back later.β
And slamming the door shut again, you hear the distinct click of a lock and the waitress hollering βItβs out of order again.β To the rest of the kitchen staff.
Linda, face burning a bright red tries her best not to panic, as her breasts continue to expands pushing against you in their effort to fill the freezer.
βI β ah!β She begins to panic. βIβm sorry β Please, their sensitive!'
Trying to swat reach your arm, Linda's grasp falls far short, as she is squished back by her own breasts. the pressure building, she winces, her tone changing. 'Ooooh, please donβt st-Ah- op!
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"So... I guess this is how they make their ice cream?" I mumble as the panda milk continues to flow. My mind is slapping me in the face as I think, 'GAWD, CAN'T YOU THINK OF ANYTHING CORNIER TO SAY?!' Even my mind is sarcastic when I'm panicking.
Linda moans, though I'm not sure if it's because I'm still stroking her nipple or my jokes are just that bad.
Being smothered in breasts, it's even hard to feel the cold around me. Linda, on the other hand, is not so lucky.
The wayward hand continues to fondle the milk nozzle even though it can no longer manage the whole throbbing nipple by itself. Even in the cold, the place soon smells like whole milk.
"I can think of worse ways to go," I sigh, "but those involve nudity, sex and being on top in bed." I imagine Linda being in my double bed covering most of the mattress with her huge motherly assets, the only sign of me being a pair of hands sticking out from underneath with a bunch of daisies in one hand. 'It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim,' says the Doctor next to the guy in the golden shirt.
I mentally scold myself again for being inappropriate.
"So... is this growth permanent?" I ask nervously as my mind imagines a crew tearing the walk in freezer apart to get the panda maiden out... as well as me.
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βI hope n-Not.β Linda moans, freeing her hands enough to burry her reddening face in embarrassment as her assets overflow, knocking frozen goods to the floor as they expand. βAnd β No! I am not the ice-cream machine! Despite what people say.β
The room rapidly becoming more cramped Linda, in a great effort to control herself closes her eyes and begins to chant. βDeep calming breat-ths. DeeeEEP! C-Calming β Ah thatβs β cold!β
With your attention currently focused on one of her nipples, now swollen and stiff, though kept warm by stimulating affections, Lindaβs alternate nipple has been pushed by her breasts against one of the freezer walls. Practically dancing up and down, Linda flails her arms in an attempt to pull the nub off and away from the chilled metal.
βAh! H- help!β She begins to panic, her face burning a bright red. βA- and donβt you dare leave go leaving me here alone! I still h-hold you responsible f-for this mess!β Β
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"I... I..." I stammer against the mass of breasts all around me, "couldn't go... even if I wished it."
The growing mass threatens to engulf me entirely. The errant hand strokes the throbbing nipple like it's milking a cow's teat.
"But... but you're such a sweet lady..." I continue, "You... deserve so much better than me."
"Better... than you?" asks Linda bordering on shock.
"Yeah," I reply, "I'm... nobody important. Nothing special. I blurt out stupid things... as if they were funny... You have charm, grace and beauty... I have none of that. No class... no style... no fame... no fortune... I have nothing... that a lady like you deserves..."
"Heh..." she replied, "First time for everything, eh?" Her breasts quiver as the expansion stops. This is good since her back is against the freezer door.
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Cracking her eyes open, Linda hesitated, her sudden swelling had stopped. For a long moment that thought rang thought out her head, the welling had stopped! Sure, she still felt like a human - like, a - argh! Life had been so easy when she had not had to think about this! Like a human milk balloon.
With fur. A tiny voice in the back of her head quipped up.
Shut up! Linda wailed.
and a tail...
I said shut up!
And -
'I don't care about any of that!' Linda blurts out, bringing her arms down upon her gigantic breasts causing a small explosion to erupt from her nipples dousing you and the surrounding wall in the process. Face burning a bright red as she realized what she has just done, she continues in a much more subdued voice. 'I... I liked it when you say funny things, flirt, with me...'
Her face burning every brighter, ever aware of your hand's constant squeezing motion on her nipple. This was not how she had expected any romantic encounter with a guy to go. At least he wasn't hounding her with a phone raised trying to get a picture of her, or trying to make her expand to the size of a swimming pool.
But here you are.
Something else had triggered her expansion then. Looking over her white mounds of fur, Linda tires to get a better look at you.
'Linda.' She blurts out, though her name tag is probably long gone by now. 'I - I was supposed to be your server tonight.'
Oh that sounds composed, Linda immediately palmed her face with both hands.
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At last, the hand finds something more useful to do... less fun mind you... than playing with a nipple. Now it's just trying to keep its owner above the mass of breast tissue and motherly milk that's now cooling and growing thicker in the chilly air.
"That's... ah... very nice of you to say," I mutter softly.
Using my free arm, I manage to pull myself upwards and towards Linda through the canyon between her uberboobs.
"Well... not like I have anything better to do," I muse, "I mean I have such a pretty lady like you... almost all to myself..."
I pull myself closer to her face.
"I could say I like your biggest... assets," I sigh, "butt... but... those aren't your best traits."
Linda blinks back as I pull in closer.
"It's those eyes," I continue, "those angelic eyes..."
I kiss her between the eyes softly.
"and that nose... It's so frickin' adorable," I add as I lick the tip of the cool, damp nose.
"You... really think... my eyes and nose... they're all that?" she asks as if she doesn't believe me.
"All that and New York Cheesecake," I purr as I reach out to rub the edges of her little round ears.
The moment breaks when I hear a man's voice ask, "What do you mean, 'The freezer is broken again'?!'"
"See?" relies the zebra as the door rattles behind Linda's ass, "It's clearly stuck closed again."
"I hope the other freezer will keep us going until the repairman comes tomorrow," he grumbles.
"That's what insurance is for," she replies, "Thank goodness no one's stuck in there." The last part sounds like it was spoken towards the door.
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'And if they are - they had better vacate before we open tomorrow at seven.' Lars added, talking in an overly loud voice towards the stuck freezer door. 'And - And there had better not be an spillage - or icecream overflow to clean up! Or so help me, the dial out here might get stuck on -40 degrees all night.'
Rolling her eyes, the Zebra gave the door one last rattle to test just how stuck it was. The give was just under an inch, and by her reckoning that meant her coworker had probably filled the entire freezer, or near to it. That and having dragged a customer in there with her. Now that was a problem that management did Not need to know about.
At least she was not on Panda milking duty tonight, Lars thought to herself, trying to find the positive side of this situation.
Maybe she would stick around a little while longer though, just to make sure.
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Inside the freezer, Linda froze, or was in the process of freezing. She could already feel the milk that had leaked out and was pooling around her feet beginning to congeal into a slush. That and the cold press of the metal against her nipples was slowly turning from a dull throbbing pain to a sharper bitter cold. If it were not for her simple mass of her breasts, still full of cream and radiating heat she would be in a real fix.
Not that this situation was not already a problem she was not going to live down anytime soon. And then there he was, the poor customer she had dragged into the freezer with her, now wedged between her two warm mounds and with her arms out just to keep her cleavage from swallowing him.
Yet, when he had touched her face, kissed her nose she had forgotten all of it. The freezer, the cold, all of it just vanished.Β
Linda had always been ashamed of her nose, a black bead where a normal pointed nose should be. And yet, he had said he liked it - and her ears, she shivered as a tremble of heat ran down her spine. She had loved the feeling of his warm fingers against her ears.
Breath frosting in the air, Linda swallowed.
'I - I ugh...' She tried to find find words, no one had ever spoken to her like that before, blinking rapidly she tried to keep back a sudden wash of tears. 'Do you mean it? Really mean what you said?'
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"I know you work here and all," I sigh, "but is it alright if I'm... honest?"
Linda nodded.
"These coffee shops sell overrated coffee at piracy prices," I admit, "The only reason I stopped in today is because... I saw you here."
"Me?"
"Yes you. I stumbled into line because you were at the register taking orders... I kept looking you in the eyes while snooty pricks made orders like... like you were their personal attendant... speaking with such disrespect. I thought your eyes, your nose, your mouth... were all oddly perfect."
"Most people just see me as a freak," sighed the panda-woman.
"Their problem, their loss."
"You... mean that?" she asked hopefully.
"With all my heart, soul and what's left of my intellect," I muse with a weak smile.
"And my breasts?" she asked as she blushed hotly.
"Well, since it's part of the package deal, I suppose I can find a way to work with it... them... You know what I mean," I muse as I blush now.
I crawl a bit closer.
"Well if freezing is in the future," I mutter, "might as well enjoy the time left." Leaning in, I nibble softly at the base of her earlobe and then the side of her neck. I don't even notice the thickening cream on one hand when I cup them behind her head. Slowly, I move along the jaw line towards her lips.
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Linda, still taken completely aback at your kind words, your actions, is momentarily overwhelmed falling short for words. Instead, parting her lips, she leans in as much as the freezer allowed to meet and take your lips in her own. Savoring the taste of your lips, Linda's breath fogs the air around you as her button nose drinks deeply your sent, and, despite the cold, a warm flush rises up through her cheeks.
Even after you break apart, allowing Linda the chance for breath, the warmth lingers flushing her black and white cheeks with a crimson hue.
'A-another kiss like that,' Linda muses. 'And I don't think we will need to worry about freezing any time soon.'
Despite her words though the cold was beginning to seep into her nipples, pressed firmly against the frosting metal wall. That and her back side was beginning to go numb.
'Maybe we should-' Linda is cut off by a rapid thump thumping sound of someone beating on the outer door. The freezer being pushed open a crack and the familiar voice of the zebra sticking her head in.
'Hey, if you to love birds are done creaming up the place, I would like to be able to go home sometime today.' Her eyes flick to Linda. 'And not have to deal with a panda-ice-pop... again.'
With that she thrusts a small hand powered suction pump through the door.
'Have fun, you've just been promoted to panda milkshakes collector.'
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"Well... this sucks... but not really," I muse as I take the suction pump, "I wonder if there's a future for me in this?"
I fumble around for the loose nipple and stick the pump onto it.Β
"Well this isn't awkward at all," I sigh as I twist to put both hands on the pump: One to hold it in place and the other to operate the hand crank. "Wait, where is all your milk going to get stored anyways?"
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Groaning, Linda closes her eyes as you begin to work the pump, slowly releasing the pressure on her chest.Β
'Storage tanks, second freezer, next to the creamery.' She mumbles. 'Sale every Friday.'Β
'And Saturday.' Retorts the every helpful Lars from the other side of the door. 'You would be surprised how much cream they can convert over there. Now make room, I'm coming in.'Β
With a great deal of grunting, Lars, begins to work her body through the crack in the freezer door, dragging with her another pump.Β
'Otherwise this will take forever.'Β
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"I'll never think of milk in my coffee the same way again..." I mutter as I continue to pump.
Looking aside, I watch the zebra muscle her way into the poorly lit room.
"I take it this is routine for you?" I ask her.
"What was your first clue?" she asks sarcastically.
"The way you're taking this so calmly," I reply evenly.
"And you're not?"
"Oh, I'm totally panicking inside," I muse.
"I thought this would be the wet dream of most men," she smirks.
"Yeah, well most men don't want to drown in their wet dreams."
She grins as she hooks up the second pump to Linda's open nipple.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," mutters the panda lass.
"Heavens forbid," replies Lars as she starts pumping, "I think we can be out of here... in an hour or so."
"Well I'm going to be ready for another coffee," I sigh, "This is a latte work for charity."
"Maybe I should back out and leave you two alone in here," she groans.
"No!" replies Linda.
"Thank you," I mutter, "I'll be here all week."
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'Once she shrinks down enough to fit through the door, we can finish up at the wash station.' Lars smiles, eyeing you as her hands work her pump, maybe just a little too rigorously as she smacks Linda's breast. 'That is if you think you can lift one of these balloons?'Β
'Ow! Lars - not so hard!' Linda protests, making to take a swipe at the zebra only to be pushed back against the wall by the weight of her own breasts. 'It's not like I asked for this...'Β
'Right, you cant control it.' Lars mutters, pumping away as she rolls her eyes. 'It just happens...when yours, stresses, worried, panicking... aroused....' Her eyes flick to you again as she gives Linda's breast a few more pumps.Β
Linda, turning scarlet does her best to look away from you.Β
'Oh no need to be shy.' Lars continues, pump pumping away. 'He's cute to look at. And don't try and deny it, your not the only one with a nose for hormones.'Β
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"Cute guy?!" I muse as I look around, "Where's he hiding?"
"I mean you," sighs Lars.
"Are you kidding? My picture is in the dictionary next to the word 'fugly'."
"Well... I don't think you're ugly," says Linda quietly.
"Certainly nothing pretty ladies like you should be giving a second look at."
"Well I can look at whoever I want to," muttered Lars.
"I suppose, but who likes men with no looks, money, power, talent or charm?"
"I'm sure you can find something if you look deep enough," protested Linda.
"Besides," I sigh, "I'm sure I've caused the both of you enough trouble for one day..."
"Well I can say I'm amused at the moment," chuckled Lars.
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'Har har.' Linda retorts dryly as Lars juat laughs giving the panda's breast another playful squeeze. 'You are just to weird.'
'Says the panda with inflatable tits.' Lars grins. 'So, tell me - do these come in king sized? I'm thinking of renting them out as a new kind of water bed.'
Linda's features darkens as she glares at the smiling Zebra, who, remains oblivious, continuing off hand.
'So, how about it?' Lars turns her attention to you. 'Sense you seem to want to help out here, what say you come home with me and fuzzy here?'
Still grinning Lars adds. 'And this way we can work on building up that manly charm of yours too.'
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"Well I'm sure this is all extremely awkward for miss Linda here," I reply as I keep pumping.
The breasts begin to slowly shrink as gallon after gallon is sucked off into hoses surely leading to a storage tank... somewhere.
"I'm sure you're place looks better than mine," I muse, "It has 'bachelor pad' written all over it."
"Oh, I don't think our little 'bachelorette pad' is that much cleaner," chuckles Lars.
"I think I go a great job cleaning up your stuff," replies Linda with a scowl.
"We can stop by the 'Hong Kong Palace' and pick up some take out for dinner," I announce quickly, "I'll pay for it of course."
"Sounds like a keeper to me," snickers Lars.
"Lars," she replies in her best Daffy Duck voice, "You're dessspicable."
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'What, me?' Lars, giving her best innocent smile gives her pump a few more playful bursts causing Linda to groan. Then adding in a bit quieter and serious voice. 'The problems you have.'
Now with a little more room to move Linda, throws up her arms in exasperation. 'Its not like I asked for this! Or these!'
Linda, grabbing one of her ample breasts in both her arms gives it a mighty heave, just managing to lift it from the floor for a moment before gravity claims her breast again. Shooting you a brief but pleading glance, Lars makes to step in as well.
'Calm down, come on calm down now. You know what happens when you get stresses.' And almost on cue, Linda's breasts give a love gurgling and quiver. 'See? Uh...'
Turning to you, Lars smiles. 'So tell me about this Hing Kong Palace. And, I'm Lars by the way.' Extending her hand she grin widens.
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I reach across a massive breast to shake the zebra's hand. "Well," I muse, "It's mostly Chinese food. They're pretty inexpensive and known for generous portions... heck, most of their meals are better suited for two." π: 0 β©: 1
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"Their eggdrop soup is just the best," I add after a moment with a sigh and a big smile, "They had a handful of cocktail shrimp to every bowl."
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I pause to see Linda's distress before I try to change the subject. "So Miss Linda," I say slowly, "What do you do for fun?"
'It just Linda.' Linda manages sheepishly, trying her best to keep her mind off of how awards the situation has become. 'And I, well -'Β
Before Linda can answer, Lars, still laughing jumps in. 'She hides in her bedroom and plays dating simulators all day!'
'Lars! No I don't!' Her face a mask of blushing red, as her ears flatten.
'Oh really? and when is the last time you went out then?'
Still to embarrassed to speak, Linda just fold her arms over her chest and is quiet.Β
Lars taking this as a sign turns back to you.Β
'Egg drop soup, one of my favorite - though you will have a devil of a time getting this one to try any.' Jerking a thumb at the still blushing Linda who looks like she just wants to die of embarrassment. 'Ever sense her 'change' she is more vegan than any vegan I have met.'Β
Muttering something about meat tasting funny, Linda turns her head away to study the wall.Β
'Anyways.' Lars, eyeing Linda's breasts, that have been slowly reducing in size, now to the much more manageable scale of over stuffed bean bag chairs. 'I think we can move her to the washing station, it will make this a lot more easy, not to mention clean up. You think you can handle one of these by yourself?' Smacking Linda's breast she points to the freezer door.Β
'Wash station is just to the right and back several feet. All you have to do is give a good heave and make sure the nipple end goes into the wash trough.'Β
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