You aren’t sure if you can squeeze any more in, but dessert?
“Like what?” You ask.
He starts rattling off items: “We do apple pies, chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon rolls, custard…”
“Yes.” You say.
“Which one?” He asks.
“All of them.” You reply. “With lots of custard.”
He disappears into the back and you doze off. The next thing you know, he’s tapping you on the shoulder and your table is completely filled with food.
More importantly, you notice that you’ve fallen out of your bikini top and can’t pull your shirt down completely over your boobs. They’re also resting on top of a soft belly that has popped the button off of your shorts. Your thighs, which previously had some space between them now touch, and your shorts are digging into them and your butt.
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