flavour of the month from 5 years ago

"Um, hello miss? Can I help you?"

Shy Gals were never much for words, expressionless mask giving no indication on feelings. Having wandered into a establishment in whichever toad town they'd strolled into, they seemingly ignored the waiter to strut in, hips sashaying as if it were natural, bosom softly bobbing in tow with movement. Just being such a strange creature of the shy persuasion was odd enough, but to have such a picturesque and voluptuous figure in a kingdom where most of the inhabitants were tiny made you stand out greatly.

"D-Do you like our spread? It's all you can eat so...you can just have whatever..."

Given the sheer amount of food on display, one could easily piece together that this was a buffet, which seemed alien to the shy gal as a concept. They leaned over, buttocks in the air barely keeping decent given how short her dress was, hands(?) wrapped up in the lengthy robes reaching over the luscious supply of foods, from the most succulent of savoury meats to the overly sweet decadent desserts.

Between the awkwardness of a mute amazon and not wanting to lose a customer, the hapless toad waiter was left to see the curious Shy Gal lifting a generously sized chicken wing drenched in grease and sauce...her robes were quickly splattered in the mess, coating her "hand" with some droplets down her front resting on the shelf of her chest, sharply thudding the meat slab into her mask...all it accomplished was splatting more sauce onto her pure white mask, her mouth hole far too small to fit most foodstuffs past it.

"Uh....you know you could just take the mask o-"

Straight up ignoring the suggestion, she took to the plan B of sliding the chicken from her "mouth" to her "eye"...slotting it firmly into her left opening, she easily chewed her way through, granted you couldn't see and could only hear the chewing sounds followed by a satisfied gulp, having seemingly swallowed up the bones of the wing too...

"I assume the food is to your liking?"

They did get themselves an answer, but in the form of seeing all the amazing meals that had been so painstakingly prepared be the victim of an exceptionally gluttonous Shy Gal, having gotten a taste of the goods and only wanting more. One by one, each of the following wings as part of the platter were scooped up, dropped into her mask one by one as the sauce was so excessive it was starting to dribble and drip from her completely stained mask, no shame in her eating habits as she worked her way around the table.

Math was simple, the Shy Gal was tall and the Toad wasn't. Feeble attempts at stopping her rampage on the buffet were made but she was far too proactive, easily able to brush off anything so she could dig her robes into a stacked up cake, any kind of adhering to courses or foodtypes meant nothing to her as she added messes of icing and filling to her sauce and grease stains, sloppily jamming slices of dessert into her eyes as her red dress was starting to look like the canvas of a blind artist...who used condiments instead of paint.

But the mess was only part of the problem now. It seemed like Shy Gal biology....whatever it was, meant that food to fat transferring was significantly faster. As of right now, the sharp snap of a broken belt filled the room as the curves of the sleek figure were starting to melt together with the addition of a hefty chunk of chunkiness, a rounded gut filled with food and quickly becoming softer by the moment stretching her dress out, allowing the rainfall of food mess to run down her body even faster. Worse still, the riding up of her dress was starting to make her all the more indecent, giving a good view of her now gradually plumpening rear end, two bulbous butt cheeks already naturally thick looking lardier and doughier than ever, softly bouncing as her gut ate into the table, smearing a crushed tray of tarts across her front as she leaned over to snatch at an entire gravy boat, which she had every intention of guzzling from, the sight of a gradually fattening and completely slobby Shy Gal tipping the tidalwave of liquid into her eye, splashing it all around with no shame whatsoever was something that no one would expect to behold.

"...I don't get paid enough for this."

Slowly but surely, every article of clothing that was once well fitted and spotless was turned into the exact opposite. Forcing a whole pie down their mask without thinking of cutting it up first lead to the extra poundage widening up their already chunky thighs into being fat enough to spill over her thighhighs, snapping their belts just as the rest did, ripping them to pieces letting the lard sag out, only adding more swollen cankle blubber to pool over the sides of her ruined boots, squelching into food that got knocked off the tables in her frenzy.

Speaking of belts, the one that was in charge of keeping her boobs in check lay in tatters on the floor as her breasts were now complete udders out of control, bouncing and wobbling with nothing to support them as they made a perfect shelf for crumbs and half eaten bits that got lost on the way, hanging in gravity when she leaned over as best as her morbidly obese body would allow, gut pressing onto the table heavily as she was lazily mashing the eclairs without even caring to push them past her mask properly, coming full circle as the white cream tried to stain her mask back to it's original colour on top of the red sauces and the yellow cheeses.

However, one may obtain extra intrigue out of the development that her face did infact manage to fatten up in tow, allowing one to see the extra bulge of swollen pale cheeks and a blobbish additional chin oozing out from the confines of the mask, cupped around it's messy edges as she ate and ate away, seemingly showing there was something "normal" to an extent behind that mask, even if whatever they were was still able to eat any and all foodstuffs whole along with the instant gains that came with their gluttony...

"Oh goodness you're finally done, can you please go before anyone sees??"

Keeping their distance, the defeated and emotionally exhausted Toad tried to usher the utter hampile of a Shy Gal away. Now a hoggishly bloated figure, their ruined dress did a terrible job of hiding their rolls and folds spilling out from all directions, rounded gut freely able to flop out in front of her, jiggling with even the slightest movement whilst her bulbous and completely exposed behind was free to jiggle as she tried to get used to the feeling of waddling, lardy frictionous thighs making moving around a real chore. Seemingly with no self awareness, she was trying to wipe her greasy beyond saving robes on her equally disgustingly dirty dress front, only succeeding in somehow making both articles even messier than they were before. Thick wet slaps being heard as she moved could've been anything, from her meaty mega bosom flopped onto her gut or her gut pushing into her thunder thighs or goodness knows what else...

"I assume you won't be paying?"

For the first time, it seemed like the Shy Gal actually acknowledged them, digging those filthy robes into some sort of compartment beyond view, though given the nature of the world hammerspace wasn't an alien concept. Somehow, the Toad's eyes widened even more than they already were as they were presented with a sack of coins as large as her overfed gelatinous belly was, slamming it onto the ruined buffet table and ruining it even more by shattering the table with the sheer weight of the sack. Leaving them alone, you could swear she was smiling behind that mask with how her chubby cheeks and chunker chins bounced softly, turning clumsily as she began the long waddling stride out of the buffet, a full view of the blubber butt freely jiggling to and fro with each sluggish movement leaving the poor staff member all the more bewildered.

"....I'm not gonna question this, coins are coins."