Hound Feeder Fetish moments

You sigh deeply, staring at the empty white tablecloth in front of you. You'd saved up for months for this, rented a nice suit and everything. And you got stood up. Offered to take them to the fanciest restaurant in town and they went to a drive-thru with someone else. You're about to get up and just leave, ready to spend your months of savings on enough 4lokos to destroy your brain entirely, when a new waitress... skates up to your table? You blink, the roller skate riding waitress looking decidedly out of place in such a fancy place.

Her speed colored furry breasts are bursting out of the top, bottom and sides of a frilly little diner waitress top, her skirt visibly ripped and barely holding together to massive big sisterly hips. Surrounding her is a flame colored like Consideration. "Ya look sad, 'hon!" she barks with a southern twang, tail wagging behind her. "Got stood up? Ah know how it is. Why doncha try our Little Sister Dinner? Yer gonna love it, Big Sis promises!" You just stare at her incredulously, then sink back into your seat. Sure, why not?

She beams a big smile at you and spins around, skating back into the kitchen. You continue staring at the table cloth, wondering why you got stood up. Did they have a fatter cock? Probably. Your thoughts get interrupted there as the hound waitress returns with shocking speed. "Here's yer Hors d'Oeuvre, hon!" she beams, putting down a plate absolutely full of little bite sized muffin mac 'n cheeses. You look up to ask her why there's so many for just you, but all you see is her fat ass shaking as she skates away. Blush on your face, you bite into one.

Your eyes instantly widen at the taste and you can barely control yourself from throwing them into your mouth one after the other. It's nothing fancy, just three cheese macaroni baked in a muffin tin somewhere, but it's the best thing you've ever tasted. The plate is empty in a matter of moments and you lean back. You already feel full but also like you could eat forever, like your body has become elastic. You tilt your head at the thought and poke at your already slightly distended belly. Then another plate hits the table. "Yer amuse-bouche, sweetie! Ah'm a little jealous, ah wish ah had a bit of mouth amusement." she giggles at her own joke and you laugh awkwardly. She's... so out of place, this weird southern hound dog lady. She skates away immediately after, leaving you with your food.

Some yellow little pastries... Gougères, you think it's called? The plate is piled with them again, but you decide to try at least one. Your eyes widen again. The taste is absurd for such an airy little thing. You throw them into your mouth at a concerning speed. Another plate empty you lean back again, rubbing at your stuffed but expandable belly. The concerns you had one course ago are completely forgotten, as is everything that happened today up to this point. You giggle at nothing, your head feeling almost as light as what you ate.

A large ramen bowl with a massive piece of bread and cheese atop it hits your table this time. "Soup time, lil' one!" the pretty waitress cheers and you cheer with her, sighing with contentment at the smell wafting up from it. French Onion soup, your favorite! Probably! You don't even wait for her to leave this time before you start digging in, unable to think about how you look as you voraciously slurp the onions and broth down like you've been fasting for a week. You can feel your body shrinking as multiple feet of height just vanishes. You don't think anything of it and just let out a happy little burp, rubbing your belly that's starting to strain at your suit even with how loose it's become. Your next plate hits the table and you start to drool just staring at it. "An the fish! Yer really putting these away."

You just smile at her for a moment, the only length of time you can tear your eyes away from the food. A piece of salmon bigger than your head, still sizzling with garlic and rested on a bed of roasted baby yellow potatos and red onions. You inhale it with a speed that would make onlookers assume you didn't even taste it, except for the moans of ecstasy escaping your lips with each bite that hits your tongue. These moans are joined with a pair of budding breasts on your chest that rapidly swell to eclipse your belly, which gurgles and grows in defiance. You rub your belly and tender, sensitive new breasts both and just enjoy the happy nice feelings boiling your squishy brain. A salad and second appetizer appear and vanish in moments, leaving you with a happily wagging tail and pair of puppy ears listening intently for more food.

"Here's that first main course for yah, lil' sis!" the big pretty waitress beams at you once again, putting a plate down with a mountain of prosciutto wrapped chicken atop it, and a tiny little side of french green beans for color. You soak your new tits in drool just looking. You devour it with a speed that would make a shounen protagonist blush and make an ironic comment about how nobody has table manners anymore. Your hip bones crack and widen to such a degree that you're squished into your chair in moments, before layers and layers of soft fat pile on to give you a cushion to keep you from being too uncomfortable, even with the chair beneath you creaking and ready to break. And then it does break when your ass finally grows in, wood shrapnel going everywhere and scattering the other diners as you pout on the floor.

Big Pretty Waitress skates up with a chair wide and plush enough to be a throne, or a fancy high chair and a plate piled high with orange sorbet, served in the husks of the full oranges they once were. "Chair an' a palate cleanser, hon!" You clamber up onto your new chair that manages to accommodate your hips and belly that threaten to make you wider than you are tall and dig in once again. Hands become paws, nose gets wet, black and infinitely more sensitive. Your tongue lolls out of your new muzzle as you pant. Humanity cleansed, you hold no memories of being part of that species anymore. You aren't really sure WHAT you are, other than hungry. You fidget and stare at the kitchen doors, every sense tuned to detect your next meal. Your tail wags with enough speed to knock people over when you hear the sound of skates rolling again, smell the waitress coming, and more importantly smell the food in her paws. You've already soaked your skin in drool when the plate is dropped on your table, the legs of which creak. An entire cow laid in front of you.

You don't even bother with utensils as you slam blood dripping meat into your muzzle, ripping it apart with your increasingly sharp teeth in moments, bones stripped bare and then cracked open for the yummy marrow inside, fur the color of void spreading over your entire body. You lay back again, staring with simple joy at the sight of the carnage before you, so stuffed with food that... your stomach gurgles as some of it digests rapidly, inflating your curves again. Nevermind, you found room! You pant with joy at the next plate that arrives.

Piled high with little slices of cheese, several other cows worth of dairy products before you. You don't even hear what Big... Sis? says to you, so focused on consuming. The insides of your body, deeper than your physical form start to feel warm. You don't have time to consider that before an entire cake is dropped on your table, which finally does snap under the weight of the dishes piled on it and the dessert before you. It's even taller than Big Sis is, and smells so strongly of strawberries that you want to cry. Instead you leap into it, mouth wide open, and with a single snap of your jaws half of it is gone. Your cheeks distended cartoonishly as you cry with sheer joy at the taste dancing on your tongue as you chew. The warmth at the core of your being gets hotter and hotter.

When nothing is left but the crumbs you're licking up off the floor it finally reaches it's boiling point and with a howl flame colored like fulfillment bursts free from your pores, your soul, your essence, everything about you burning brightly around your shoulders. You lay on the floor, an absurdly round little shortstack, wider than you are tall and with a belly big and soft enough to be a water bed for anyone that manages to be shorter than you. You remember nothing from before the meal, but Big Sis says that's normal.

A nice little apple tart, mirroring exactly the one in front of Big Sis. She gives you a cup of chocolate milk to go alongside it, because coffee is a Big Sister drink. You swallow it whole without a thought, washing it down with your milk. Love fills your every pore. "Well that was a nice meal, wasn't it?" Big Sis asks and you nod your head rapidly, waiting for her to finish her food before you clamber into her lap and cuddle into her, head lost in her visible from orbit cleavage. She reaches down to pet your head and you cum on the spot.

"Yah wanna do anything else, lil sis~?" Big Sis asks you, and you strain your brain to think through the layers of food covering it. Then your stomach growls. You pull your head free and gasp for air. "Maybe we could go to 'Donalds?!" you ask. She smiles. You love Big Sis.