Ppai-Pie

What is my recent affinity with girls with purple hair? Oh well back to business; here's is quite possibly the shortest expansion story that I've ever written. It also happens to be my personal favorite of my would-be oekaki stories. I've given up on finding someone who'll illustrate these stories. I've finally caved -_-;; Truth be told, I would've wound up doing this one myself because I always pictured her perfectly when I wrote this. So, out of some OCD-ness this was bound to happen.
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Luna seriously needed to get a new job. Her current job was that of a waitress at a place called the "Oppai Cafe." At first she was it was the greatest thing. It was the cutest little corner cafe that had the French Bistro aire about it. She had heard that the place had trouble keeping their waitresses, but she thought that was only because of the loli maid outfits the waitresses had to wear. It didn't take her long to notice that the work uniforms attracted a lot of creepy male customers. However, she soon learned the real reason why no woman would stay long at the cafe.

The reason was the Oppai Cafe's signature dish: an over $200 dessert dish called the "Ppai-Pie." And the customers aren't the ones who eat it-its the waitresses in their little loli-maid dresses who have to eat them. And some jackass she was waiting on decided to order it. So the chef brought out a slice of the Ppai-Pie and Luna pulled up a chair for herself, because only the waitress of the ordering customer can eat it. No trade-offs are allowed (not like any sane woman would trade-off any way). Apparently it was a group of idiot high school dweebs who pooled their money together just to watch the show.

So, Luna reluctantly ate the Ppai-Pie while the idiotic and desperate teens drooled as they watched the spectacle unfold. With every bite of the Ppai-Pie Luna's breasts would rise up in a cup size. Everytime she swallowed a bite of the Ppai-Pie it was like an explosion of Jello in her top. None of the girls were allowed to wear bras because of this bedeviled dessert. That and no matter how big the girls would get their uniforms would always fully cover and support their breasts.

Fortunately, the effects of the Ppai-Pie were temporary and only lasted a few hours. But it made serving food extremely difficult. Luna tried to finish the pie as quickly as she could. The boys she was catering to were filming the entire thing so she figured they could go home and jack off to the footage later. Luna had finished the Ppai-Pie in seven large bites-she started out as a C-cup and ended up as a K-cup. After finishing the dessert she quickly stood, which was her own mistake. She could practically here the teen boys' hardening as her bra-less breasts put on a Jello-fest for the valued customers.

Damn virgins, Luna muttered to herself as she walked away from the table with chair in toe. Her breasts swayed, quaked, jiggled, and trembled with her every little movement. She really need to quit this job but she needed the money. The waitresses were paid anywhere from $20 to $50 an hour. Luna already decided that the pay cut would be totally worth it. Now if only she could actually find a place that was hiring, then she'd be in business.