The bus arrived at the hospital. Tom sighed and pulled himself upright. The busride hadn't been as bad as he'd imagined it would be. No one stared, no one made jokes. He even witnessed the passangers getting off to help a sluggirl on the bus. Even the busdriver tried to help by somehow lowering his body on the axels a bit.
Tom got off the bus and watched as it pulled away, noting the large dripping vagina in the back. He looked at the clock on the large hospital. He was early. He had left well on time in case he missed the bus. He was starting to feel peckish again and looked around. He could go into the hospital diner, but quickly spotted something that made his stomach jump for joy. A snackbar. A heat started to develop in his crotch as he could almost taste the fries.
He waddled over, the bar was empty except for the person manning the deepfryer, her bare back was turned to the window. Tom lumbered in, the smell of grease found it's way from his nose to his crotch in record time. The woman behind the counter turned to smile at him.
"Hello, what can I get you?"
He had probably misjudged her age from outside, she looked a lot closer to his own age and a bit too young to own the place. On the other hand who knew in times such as these. She had a delicate and normal looking face. Strangely she was wearing nothing but an apron. The apron had two bulges where you would expect them, but below them were even more. Dark wet stains had formed where her nipples were poking the fabric.
Finally arriving at the counter he saw that she had an extra set of legs. Below her the rows of breasts continued to her hind legs where the space was occupied by a large udder. He could see drips falling from her nipples and teats to the floor. The floor below her was wet, stained in different coloured liquids.
She caught Tom staring and blushed.
"It's not polite to keep staring. What do you want?" she asked again sounding slightly annoyed.
Tom swallowed, there was something about her. "I, sorry. I would like a large with mayo and a bucket of chickenwings."
Tom's stomach let out a growl of victory.
"It's okay, a lot of people stare at me. Do you want something to drink with that?"
"Do you have any milkshakes?" For just a moment Tom thought he saw something in her eyes.
"We have any flavour you could want."
"Strawberry?"
"No problem. Take a seat I will bring it over in a minute."
Tom waddled to a table, he wanted to take a table with a bench. Even if it was more difficult to get in and out of, it was more comfortable for his wide hips and large ass. He squeezed himself on a bench and waited.
Not long after the girl behind the counter came walking to him. She walked somewhat clumsely, her many breasts swayed below her and left a trail of drops behind her.
"Here you go." She sat a cup in front of Tom. He pussy was getting hot again as he started drinking. God this tasted good.
The girl left to get the rest of the order and Tom looked at the floor. The drops she'd left behind had different colours and consistencies. Tom saw that she was wearing a short skirt, just enough to cover her round ass.
The girl returned with his plate. "One order done." She smiled as she sat it down in front of him.
Tom didn't know why, but couldn't help himself. He set his cup down and dug in, stuffing a hand of fries in his mouth. Each bite sent another wave of pleasure from his pussy to the rest of his body.
"So do you have a food related transformation or something?" The girls asked.
Tom nearly choked, she was still standing right here. He'd been so engrossed in his food he'd forgotten about her.
"Yes." Tom answered glumly after takes a sip of his milkshake. He couldn't believe how great this milkshake tasted.
"There's no one in the cafe except me, want to share stories?"
He didn't really want to share his story, but there was still something about this girl.
"I used to be a fit white guy..." Tom started.
"No! Way!" the girl interjected. "Me too!"
Tom nearly choked again. "What? Really?"
"Yes, my name is Steve." Steve held out a delicate hand.
"I'm Tom." Tom took the hand in his pudgy hand.
"So you were a white guy and now you're a fat black chick? What else?" Steve asked as he looked Tom up and down again with renewed interest.
"I like food. I mean I really like food. I get hot thinking about it and even hotter eating it." Tom had no idea why he was sharing this as he took another sip of his milkshake. "This is the best damn milkshake I've ever tasted."
"Let me fill you in on a little secret." Steve whispered.
His hand dissappeared behind his apron and he pulled a large breast out. The breast and nipple was covered in goosebumps. He squeezed and a jet of pink liquid shot out onto the table.
"The freshest milkshake in town."
Tom stared in disbelief at his cup and at the milkshake that had been squirted on his table. He took a bite of a chickenwing and touched the liquid, it was cold.
"So all of your breasts make milkshake?" He asked after swallowing.
"Yes, only my udder makes beer."
"Are you pulling my leg?"
"No, I can't show you because I can't reach it myself. But just look at the colour."
Tom looked, the drops were yellow and clearer than the milkshake.
Tom finished his plate. "I have a doctors appointment. What is the damage?"
Followed Steve to the counter and paid. He hesitated, he needed to go to his appointment. But it felt like he needed to do something. There was something about Steve.
"Want..want to hang out after work?" Steve suddenly asked.
Tom just nodded silently. "Why not."
