The Restaurant - Part One free porn video

The Resataurant By Maria 2 Part One Publishing date -- about 270 years in your future. (In the past fews years) Jack loved women. He loved everything about them. He loved the way they looked. He loved the way they walked. He loved all their parts - their legs, their arms, their hair, their faces, the sounds of their voices, the looks of their eyes. There wasn't anything about a woman that Jack didn't like. He dreamed about their breasts and how he loved to kiss them, and suck them, squeeze them, and even just to hold them gently, hour after hour. All day long, every day, he could hardly go two or three minutes without thinking about a woman's pussy, and how good it tastes, and how he loves to hold a pretty girl's sex in his hand, and massaging it with his fingers, and making her get wet, and even pushing his fingers deep inside her wet vagina, and finding out how all of her inside parts felt, especially the deepest parts - he liked to think about how he would wiggle a girl's cervix playfully with his finger tips, and how she would say that it feels like he is having fun with her little punching bag, and things like that. (In the past few days) The only problem was that in reality, Jack only had imagination about these things. He had never actually done any of them. But that was going to change. Jack had found an advertisement - not just any adverstisement, and not one that was easy to find, either. He had spent several days - no, several weeks, looking for just the kind of place he wanted to visit. The kind of place where he could make all of his imaginings come true. All of his reaseach pointed to this one place he felt was right for him - "The Restaurant". At "The Restaurant" women will do everything you want - everything you imangine - be everything you ever wanted a woman to be. That's just what Jack was looking for, and out of all the places he had found, this sounded the best. (In the past few minutes) Jack felt like this was the kind of place that would let him actually have and enjoy the kind of fantasies he had been wanting for so long but was always just out of his grasp. There was an online form to fill out - pretty simple, really, so fill it out he did. (In the past few seconds) Jack feels a kind of slowness in his thoughts - his mind feels kind of icy, cold and slowing down, numbing, strange, and then... (Almost in the present) Jack is unconsious in a van and taken to a facility owned by The Restaurant. Inside the facility, Jack is placed into a cylidrical tank - a rather complicated looking tank with many infusion ports, extrusion tubes, and other controls and guiding systems. The tube is filled with an acidic solution that eats away at Jack's skin. The skin is removed slowly though, not too fast, and the acidic mix is adjusted every few seconds as needed and directed at each body part to work faster or slower depending on the body part. Skin just melts away, as does fatty tissue, facial hair, eyelids, pubic hair, even pubic skin, leaving muscles, bone, organs, and nerves - even though a great many of the nerve endings for the skin have also been burned away by the acid. Next the acid and residue in the tube is washed away and replaced by an enzymatic solution, which acts far more specifically than the acid did. Muscle tissue disolves, but nerves leading to those muscles remain. Organs disolve, but nerves leading to those organs might or might not disolve. What's left are bones and almost all of the nervous tissue. A third mix of chemicals washes slowly through the tube, and its work begins. After a time, it ends. Now all that is left is a brain and a mesh of nerve cells, in a cloudy residue of biochemicals in solution. That solution too washes away soon, to be replaced by micro-engineered cell-building complex - it's nothing like the old nano-technology from a century or two ago - this builds new cells from solutions of simple molecules - if you have the right compounds in the solution, then the correct cells are built, in the correct order, in the correct sequence, in the correct formation. As needed, regrowth and adjustments are made to existing nerve/neural/brain cells, even if they had been damaged in the earlier processes. Some old nerve cells, complexes, and aggregations within the floating brain are disolved, and new nerve complexes and aggregations are created. Not a great many, compared to the multiple billions of nerves and their connections that are already there, but a relative few, if important groups, disappear here and there. Also here and there, where there were no nerve complexes before, some new ones appear. Overall, though, the changes inside the brain are very small, when taken in as parts of a whole, when you consider the many billions of cells and that each cell can be part of many nerve networks in the brain. The same happens for the nerve cells which connect the forming body to the brain - a percentage are wiped away, but new ones grow in their places - and as they grow, the new nerve complexes in the brain grow along with them, and they learn to connect and interact. This is the technology at the heart of The Restaurant. The key thing, of course, (and this is what has made The Restaurant the success that is is today) is exactly which nerves and cells are no longer there (less important) and which new nerves and new cells exist that never did before (vastly more important). The new nerve cells connect with the new body cells, as they do for every living thing. The fact that, despite all of the changes to the nerves that let a person feel, and allow a person to move and to more or less control one's own body, the mind within is still the same. For the mind is not the brain - the brain is just a collection of nerve cells, but the mind within is what is important, and The Restaurant knows this very well. So nothing of the mind changes in this process. The brain has changed, but only in its nerve cells and connections, and in the physical inputs, responses to those inputs, and the outputs that the brain sends to the body. The body's cells act and react as they should. The mind within the brain is exactly the same, though the body cells are now changed. The mind, the brain and the body are different parts, separate mechanisms that are inter-connected. Each is separate, yet each affects the other, each can be the master sometimes, each controlled by the other sometimes. While the brain and the body might change, at The Restaurant the mind is not changed at all by these molecular changes. At The Restaurant, the mind is not altered. The mind is, and can only ever be altered by its own self. But, the mind has inputs and outputs, and the importance of these are not to be discounted. Take an inventory: All body cells are new. Previous nerve cells are still there, in almost all cases - some nerve complexes are gone, some new nerve complexes are added and joined to body cells. The nerve cells themselves have undergone some changes. The same mind, the same thoughts. This is the recipe for The Restaurant - and, The Restaurant has a very succesful reputation indeed - no one ever has ever challenged the methods of The Restaurant - one wonders how many clients has The Restaurant had? (The present) Jack felt like he was waking up from a daze or deep sleep or something, he wasn't really sure. Anyway, he was in line with some women, half a dozen or so. And they were all naked! He couldn't believe his eyes! They were the best looking women he had ever seen in his life, and they were just standing there in line with him. Beautiful, long blonde hair on a couple, one with even longer red hair, a couple with black flowing straight hair down to the waist. And what waists - very narrow, leading to quite wide and shapely hips. Each one had beautiful and shapely legs - like beauty contest winner legs, Jack thought, except maybe even better. "I can't believe there are all these beutiful women right next to me -- and they are so sexy!" he thought. Turning around (which made him kind of dizzy - he was woozy or something) Jack looked at the couple of ladies behind him - their breasts were huge! Like cut-a-watermelon-in-half-and-hold-them-on-your- chest huge, that's what was the size of each breast. One of the women's breasts was dripping white drops from her larger than life nipples - milk, Jack realized. It was just dribbling out from her nipple onto the floor, and she didn't seem to think anything about it, nor did any of the other women. All of them had no pubic hair - there wasn't any shaving stubble, they just didn't have pubic hair. Jack stared wide- eyed at their pussies, their labial lips on open display, and couldn't believe it. He wanted to touch them, and he wanted to cup their breasts in his hands, and kiss them, and do so much more! It was the most erotic thing Jack had ever experienced in his life, bar none. None of the girls seemed to notice his staring. Jack was still dizzy, or still waking up, maybe - he was still woozy, that's for sure. The lady in front of Jack said, "I think you are new at The Restaurant - this is your first time, right?" The other women in line kind of laughed when she said this. Jack answered, "I guess so. Yes, this is my first time at the restaurant." His voice was a lady's voice - beautiful and high, like the other ladies in line, and he was startled by that. All the women laughed and said, "We all remember the first time - it's really good - really, really good!" Jack was getting getting so excited looking at these naked ladies, and then he noticed the mirror on the wall across the room. He saw the line of a half dozen or so naked women, and there weren't any men in the line. He was third in line, and the third woman in the mirror was amazing! Beautiful blonde long hair with flowing curls in lovely waves down to her waist - and it was a waist to die for - breasts that were so big - the other ladies breasts, sized like watermelon halves, were so big - bigger than anything Jack had ever seen before. But his were bigger than even theirs - big enough so that his stood out like full watermelons, not halves. These women all had breasts bigger than their heads. They were not saggy either, even though some came down nearly to their belly-buttons. They were just big - big, and firm, out-standing breasts. But his (hers he had to think now? - he was really confused) were the largest of all, and the nipples were really big too. Big like the end of a soda pop bottle, maybe. Jack thought, "These are really, really big," as he shifted his stance a little and watched in the mirror. And then it seems like he finally woke up - for the first time and all of a sudden he felt the weight of his breasts, and his narrow hips, and everything else that was different about him now. And he looked at his pussy lips in the mirror, and almost fainted. My god, Jack though, I am this woman! Each breast was maybe the size of three gallon milk jugs combined. He was waking up more - or whatever it was, and he hadn't noticed it so much before, but now he felt more and more the weight of his breasts, dozens of pounds on his chest, pulling down on him more and more. He looked in the mirror again at his nipples - they were fatter than thumbs, sticking out more than an inch, maybe two inches, dark pink, all wrinkly and crinkly, and they looked swollen too - so swollen. And now he could feel that too. His (her?) nipples, they were huge and bulging out from his breasts and looked like the were about to burst, so swollen they were. The aureoles were really large, and they had some of those wrinkles and crinkles too, and were about as big around as grapefruits, but even so these aureoles covered only a portion of his huge melon breats. Jack staggered a little bit, in the line of women, feeling now for the first time the huge weight of his breasts. The other women kind of looked Jack up and down. One of them said, "We remember what it's like - the first time. Don't worry about it - I know it's all new for you. But, it's all natural too - just the natural result of good hormones and good development and good stuff. And, you will like the 'stuff' part, too, because you get plenty of stuff' - stuff on you, stuff in you, stuff for you - stuff and stuff and more stuff! We all get stuff and you get the same stuff we do and it's all for us and you too!" The woman beside Jack start talking to him. She had blonde hair too, and really huge bosoms, and Jack realized her breasts were also leaking milk, drops coming out faster and faster and dripping onto the floor. Even as he watched them, some sprays of milk started coming from her nipples, spraying little showers of milk as she moved and her breasts bounced slightly - each little bounce made more sprays of milk now, and it was getting the floor kind of wet. "Your name is Monique, and you are 'THE SPECIAL' today at The Restaurant," she said. "We all remember being The Special ourselves - after today you will too. Until then, just enjoy it. We all love The Restaurant, and you will too." And all the women in line gave him pretty, happy smiles. "I'm Monique too, and so is everyone here. We all have the same name - you'll find out why later," she said. Jack was really confused. A man came up and picked him out of line and said, "Bend over now, Monique, and hold your ankles." Jack did it without even thinking about it much - it just seemed natural to do what another person said. "Now just relax, and let what's natural happen," he said, so I did. My breasts hung down near my face now, and that kind of felt good, especially when the nipples rubbed against my legs. I felt his hands on my bottom, and as he spread it out wide I felt him pour some drops of liquid stuff on me, and then he slid his finger up inside my anus! I was shocked, I had never felt anything like this! The slick drops of stuff on his finger made it slide in so easy, and he poured a little more down on his finger, moving it in and out of my anus a few times. In and out, in and out it went, and again, getting more of the slippery stuff all around and inside of me. The truth was, Jack thought it felt really, really good. "Now just relax yourself," he said, the ladies in the line said things like, "Just relax and enjoy it, Monique - we've all had the same," and, "It's good!" Then he showed me a box he had been carrying, and opened it up. It had sixteen balls in it - balls that looked liked jello, kind of, and ping- pong ball sized. He picked out one, then pushed it against my anus, and slowly shoved it in. With his finger he pushed it as deep as he could inside me. Then he did the same with another. The girls in line said, "That's really good liquor, Monique - you are going to really get drunk now!" and they started laughing. I was still bent over, holding my ankles, but for some reason didn't feel the need to stand up just yet, because he hadn't told me to. He pushed six more balls deep inside me, and I could kind of feel their coolness deep within, and he said, "Those melt really fast - and once they do, you will feel it really fast - much faster than if you were to drink it. Now, you don't have much time before that takes effect. Come to the front of the line with me - you are The Special at The Restaurant today!" He took me past the front of the line to a dressing room. Walking with him, I felt some little pops up inside my butt, and I guessed the balls were melting and popping. All of a sudden I felt a nice, warm fire up inside my bottom, and I liked it. It grew warmer and warmer as I walked. In the dressing room there there was only a single choice of outfits. There were stockings, a garter belt, and a teddy. I hadn't ever worn any of these things before, but I managed to put the stockings and garter belt on, and then the teddy. The stockings felt really, really nice on my legs, and boy did they look sexy! The man helped me attach the garters to the stockings in the back - I did the fronts myself. My huge breasts made this harder than you might think, because they were in the way every time I wanted to see something down below. Also, they pushed the teddy way, way out - the giant nipples tented them out a couple more inches. I was starting to feel drunk from the alcohol balls up my butt, which just kept getting warmer and warmer, and it was kind of nice. Every step I took now was exciting to me - the stockings on my legs felt great, my breasts bounced inside the teddy and it rubbed all over my nipples with every step and every bounce, and I could tell that I was getting really drunk now. The man took me through what must have been the the restaurant's kitchen, because I smelled plenty of wonderful things cooking. From there, we went out through a couple of doors into The Restaurant itself - and it wasn't like any restaurant you have ever seen. There were tables, but not normal tables. They were more like what you would see in a hospital delivery rooms, each with hospital-type examination couches and leg stirrups - but more than that. Each had it's own bar, with all different kinds of alcoholic drinks and mixers, and lots of other things too. There were IV poles with drip bags - but no needles - and trays with drawers, and other things, too many to take in at a glance. He took me to the center of The Restaurant which had one of the "tables" with the hospital-type birthing stirrups - or maybe examination-type stirrups for your legs. "Lay down here, Monique, and we will get started shortly. Be proud, and do a good job, because you are the star of the show - the first to serve!" By now the alcohol balls had really done a good job and I was feeling pretty woozy - plus, these multi-gallon bosoms weighed so much, I was finding it hard to walk. "Help me just a little" I asked, because I really didn't know what he wanted. It just felt right to do what he said, even if I didn't really know what was going on. "Of course, Monique - it's my pleasure - my pleasure indeed. Just lay back here - give me your hands and I will help." I hadn't noticed my hands before, but they were beautifully feminine - slender, tapered fingers, almond-shaped nails, beautifylly colored with a strong bright red polish. I lay on the "table" - more like a narrow bed - the man said, "Let's get your legs onto the stirrups now," and so I put my legs and feet up in the stirrups - it seemed the natural thing to do, since he had said to, and he heped me. There we small leather straps there, and he strapped my ankles in. I didn't mind at all, I was feeling so good from the liquor up inside my bottom. These were just like the gyno exam stirrups I had seen on TV shows - somehow it felt good and right and natural to put my legs and feet into them, and it felt really, really comfortable. I looked down at myself, laying down on this "delivery table" kind of thing, and my huge, firm breasts poked the tedyy way up high. My breasts had slid a bit to the sides because of gravity, but not too much. They were firm enough, perhaps, but another thought was that perhaps they were so big that there wasn't any place for them to slide. I looked at my nipples and they made big fat upward tents in the teddy - ridiculously large, I thought, as nipples go - and I dould not see my body below the breasts because they blocked the view. Looking up I saw the entire ceiling was a mirror - there I was, legs strapped into gyno exam / baby-delivery stirrups, beatiful stockings and garters on my legs. The stocking tops stopping just at my naked pussy, and huge breasts tenting the blue teddy. My long blond hair was spread out over the top half of the table-bed. I looked up at the mirror and thought, "My breasts. MY BREASTS! And my pussy!!!" It wasn't right - and yet it was, and I was still confused and still getting more intoxicated from the liquor balls. The man looked at me and said, "Perhaps I see your confusion. Don't be concerned - I am the finest of chefs. You will have the very finest of foods, and you will get stuffed with the very best of all meals. Tonight is women only - as it always is and always shall be with the First Serving." Saying this, he took my arms and put my hands up near my head, and put some straps around my wrists that I hadn't noticed before. So my elbows were up and out at head level, with my hands just above my head. "One more strap and then we are done" he said, and pulled a thin leather strap around my waist at about belly-button level, and fastened it, but it was fairly loose, I noticed. I looked up in the mirror and saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, with breasts so big I had never even imagined any like that, dressed in a teddy and stockings, legs in their birthing-type stirrups, and all kinds of apparatus around this "table" that I lay on. "One more thing before we bring in the guests," he said. Reaching down between my legs, he pulled out out a "U" shaped metal tube thingie kind of from under me, and he lifted my bottom up and stuck the top part of the "U" shaped tube right into my ass. The bottom part of the "U" shape went under me and fit right between my butt cheeks, continuing underneath me, and there was also a tube attached to that part, which he left laying on the side of the bed/table. "All done - Now for the guests!" he said. And in came the half dozen ladies I had been in line with earlier, and three of them took chairs around my table, or bed, or delivery couch, whatever it was. They were all still naked, and looked so sexy, and now I was so drunk. This was the sexiest thing - way sexier than anything I had ever imagined. "Monique, there's only one first time, and we want it to be the best, so all of us Moniques are going to welcome you to The Restarant. We know what you like better than anyone else ever could, because we are all Moniques too!" One of the Moniques said, "The Chef will bring out the food soon, but we are going to start with drinks first." She opened a drawer from one of the nearby cabinet and took out a tube and a painting-type brush, and squirted some gel-like stuff onto the brush. "This is a euphoric, Monique. Where it touches, it will feel fantastically good." And with that she started painting it around on my aureoles, and all over my big nipples, and she was right. IT FELT GOOD - My god, that brush felt good as she painted the gel around my nipples and all over my aureoles. "It's also good when you eat it - but that part is for us! Here's some more for you," she said and poured a big dollop of the gel on the brush. The then she walked between my legs, touched my pussy lips with her fingers and spread them apart, and put the brush right down there on my open pussy, and started brushing up and down, all over my pussy, over my vaginal lips, and down lower over my vaginal opening. It was fantastic! I couldn't imagine anything feeling better, and when she brushed over my clitoris I nearly came right then and there, it was so good. She put more gel on the brush, and started brushing a little lower. She put a large gob of the stuff on the brush and then pushed the brush and gel up inside my vagina. I bucked my hips up and down, up and down, as she moved the brush in and out of my pussy. This was fantastically good, and I couldn't control myself, I couldn't control myself at all, and my hips pushed up - my legs strained against the stirrups and my arms pulled against the straps, and this Monique girl gave me a few more brushes of the euphoric gel up inside my vagina, some so deep I could feel it brushing my cervix deep, deep inside me, and it coated all the inside of my vagina. I could also feel the U-shaped metal tube in my ass as I squirmed and bucked around on the serving table bed thing that I laid upon. She twirled the brush round and round inside my vagina as she slowly pulled it out, and then set the brush aside. She said to the other women, "Let's start those drinks," and pulled one of the IV poles over. "Here's your drink, Monique - some more alcohol, and some cocaine. The cocaine is also an anesthetic, so you don't feel the burning inside very much." And with that she hooked the IV tube into the tube leading into my butt, and started it dripping pretty fast - in a few seconds I could feel both the heat of the alcohol and the numbing from the cocaine. "And now our drinks, my Moniques" she said, and two of the naked ladies sat in the chairs on the sides of my table. Together they lifted the teddy up above my huge breasts, and started playing with my nipples. They were already big, and swollen, and pinkish red, and they just got more engorged as these two beautiful women played and fingered with them. They swirled some of the euphoric gel that was still there around too. It felt wonderful! Then I saw milk droplets starting to form at the ends of my nipples, and one said, "That's our cue." And she took my oversized nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it. It was the best feeling I had ever had in my life! I could feel milk squirting of the nipple now, and going into her mouth. The other naked lady did the same with my other nipple, and I was rocked with joy - the euphoric gel had done it's job, I think, and it was not just affecting me - the two ladies looked like the happiest people on the entire planet earth, as they sucked my milk, and licked up the euphoric gel from all over my nipples. One started licking all over my aureoles for a bit, getting more of the euphoric gell, and then went back to the nipple, sucking so much of it into her mouth that it felt like my nipple was going right down the back of her throat. The other was swirling her tongue around my nipple in circles as she sucked milk, milk, and more milk. Their hands were on my bosoms now, holding them, and squezing them to help the milk flow. It felt so good, especially every time they touched my aureoles. My aureoles were bigger than their hands were, too, so there was plenty for them to hold and squeeze and rub. Suck and suck they both did, on both breasts, and I lay there strapped into the serving table, writhing around in pleasure, thinking nothing could ever feel better than thia. On and on it went for about ten minutes, when they finally stopped. The chef had appeared with some plates of food which he left for the ladies. The two that had been nursing my bosoms for milk waited while the third went to the food tray and got a plate of spaghetti, which was covered with marina sauce. She took a fork and started twriling some into a big spaghetti ball on the fork, then held it up for me to see. Then, the two other naked Moniques sitting by my breasts took my giant nipples back into their mouths and started sucking again, and I could feel more milk squirting out of me and into their mouths. As they swallowed, their tongues pressed firmer on my nipples, squeezing them tighter and then softer every sucking motion, and that felt great too. I could feel the texture of their tongues on my nipples, and the feel of their lips on my aureoles, and maybe even their fingerprints as they gently squeezed my bosoms to help get more and more milk out. I think the euphoric gel was working indeed. Then I felt the third Monique, the one with the spaghetti, feeling around my pussy, and I looked up at the mirrored ceiling. She had the fork at my pussy, the fork had a huge ball of spaghetti on it, and she pushed it against my pussy, and I saw it go right into me, and I felt my vagina filling and filling, stretching as she pushed it in, farther and farther inside of me. It felt good! She pulled the fork out, now empty, and stuck it back into the plate of spaghetti and twisted it to get another big ball of spaghetti on it. Meantime the other two Moniques kept nursing milk from my watermelon sized breasts, and they kept squeezing and massaging my bosoms to help the milk come out. Just then I felt another gob of spaghetti on my pussy, pushing against it and opening my vagina, and that Monique between my legs pushed the big wad of spaghetti up into my vagina, which was really really stretched out now. She pulled the fork out again and showed it to me, smiling - it was empty once again. The euphoric gel all over my pussy, inside my vagina made everything feel so good - it was unbelievable in a way I could never describe. I seemed to feel each and every strand of spaghetti up inside me. I felt the squshy stuff on my cervix, deep inside me, and it was good. My vagina was stretched and filled, so full now, so full, full full. Then the spagetti Moniqe sat in a chair right between my legs, put both hands on my pussy lips, spreading them apart. She said, "Welcome to The Restaurant, Monique", and started licking on my clitoris. This was even better than anything that had gone before. I thought having two naked women nursing my breasts was the best feeling that could ever be, and I loved feeling their sucking and the pulling of my nipples up into their mouths, my nipples way up inside their mouths. But when the third Monique started kissing and licking my clitoris, I lost it. I moved my hips up and down without any control whatsoever, and started moaning. The two Moniques at my breasts sucked even harder and faster, and I felt more and more milk coming out of my nipples into their throats. I pumped my hips up and down, up and down even harder, and Monique at my pussy grabbed my hips and started sucking and licking my clitoris and pussy lips up into her mouth, and that was it - I orgasmed, and it was the best feeling that there could ever be, I thought, my whole body lost contol and my vagina tightened in a spasm, my stomach muscles clenched hard and tight, my arms and legs strained against the straps, and spaghetti started pushing out of my vagina as it clamped and pulsed and squeezed and pulsed with the orgasm, and Monique was sucking the spaghetti out of me down there and eating it, more and more milk squirted from my nipples, and the Moniques at my breasts squeezed and pumped at my watermelon-sized breats even more, and it kept on going, it seemed like for minutes. maybe two or three or maybe more. I think I passed out, because I didn't know where I was or what was happening - I just felt licking and sucking on my pussy and breasts, and was really confuesed for a few seconds, everything was spinning. The alcohol and cocaine were still dripping into my butt, and I was getting drunker and drunker, and the cocaine made me feel really good, and all numb inside my butt. I couldn't feel anything inside my bottom any more, not the warmth of the alcohol, and not even the metal tube that was still up inside me. I was orgasming again, my vagina was pulsing with contractions, and squeezing out more spaghetti, and I felt the sucking on both breasts and the milk squirting out of me, and I looked up at myself in the mirror, and the euphorics had done a really good job on me, I knew because this was the best feelings ever, I wanted it to go on forever and to never, ever stop. Nonique at my pussy put in two more fork-fulls of spaghetti, getting marina sauce all over my pussy this time, because I wasn't still - my hips were going up and down, up and down and I wasn't able to stop them, and as she pushed more spaghetti against my pussy lips it just got worse. She pushed one forkfull into my vagina and got another one ready, and I could feel the spaghetti sauce dripping all around my pussy lips, and then she pushed in the biggest serving of spaghetti of all, using her hands to cover my vagina as she pulled out the fork sho that the spaghetti stayed inside of me. She wasted no time and started licking my clit again, doing all kinds of things with her tongue - it only took a few licks and I was coming again, my vagina clamped down hard on the spaghetti inside of it and some pushed out and went into her mouth as she lowered it down to my vagina. My hips were bucking up and down again, and I could feel that leather strap around my waist and I knew now why it was needed, so that I wouldn't buck myself off of the table. Monique at my vagina had her arms around my legs and her face was stuffed as deep into my pussy as she could get it. I had no control - no control at all - milk was just squrting out of me now, orgasms were on me and in me again and again, spaghetti was squooshing out of my vagina, three Moniques were sucking it all up, and they even started to do it stronger now, the breast Moniques swirling their tongues all over my nipples even as they sucked on me, as they sucked even harder, and pussy Monique was fingering my clitoris as she sucked spaghetti strands out of my pulsing and throbing vagina, and the euphorics made it all feel fantastically, unbeleivably, good, and all three Moniques kept it up, and I was bucking and orgasming, moaning now, moaning and moaning, and pulling at the straps with my hands, and then finally they all slowed down and stopped. My bucking hips slowed down and then stopped, I tried resting a bit, I was really breathing so hard, and all of a sudden it hit me - I'm a guy. I'm a guy, a guy, a guy, Im a guy and I just wanted to go to this sexy restaurant, and now here I am. Im a guy. And he looked up in the mirror and saw his own huge breasts, in the hands of two naked ladies, nipples bigger than any he had ever imagined, and those nipples were leaking milk and cream down the sides of his breasts now that the two Moniques had stopped sucking on them for a moment. I'm a guy he thought, and looked again in the mirror at his pussy, his pussy that had another Monique with her face right in it, and a plate of spaghetti right beside it. Another Monique came out, this one with beautiful dark hair. She picked up a plate with what looked like a baked potato, sliced open down the middle. She put some butter on it, some sour cream, and some bacon bits and cheese, and mixed it all up with a fork. "I love baked potatoes, Monique" she said, and picked up three spoons. Two other Moniques came out, each different looking but both were so sexy, and naked, and both had huge, but still firm breasts. One of them was the one with milk leaking from her nipples, and it had only gotten worse. Every step she took her breasts bounced and with each and every bounce milk showered out from both of her nipples in a spray - they kind of looked like tiny shower heads with milk instead of water. She seemed like she was used to it. I looked at my nipples, which were even bigger than hers - and hers were sized like big pink swollen thumbs, bigger even than the last part of your thumb past the nuckle. Looking at mine, they were both still oozing out this creamy flow of milk, and they were definetely bigger than this milky Monique's nipples. I'm a guy, Jack thought, I'm a guy, a guy, a guy who just wanted to go the sexy restaurant. Then the other three Moniques stepped away, and the new three Moniques all got between Jacks's legs. The first new Monique gave each of the other two a spoon - they were big spoons too, not little teaspoons. Bigger than soup spoons. I'm a guy, Jack said to himself, but watched as two of the Moniques bent over, their huge breasts hanging down now, and they each pulled one of his pussy lips to the side and each put a spoon deep inside his vagina. It felt good, really really good, and Jack thought, "Well, I guess I am a woman now, and not a guy." Those two Moniques pulled the spoons sideways and apart and Jack's vagina opened up - opened way up. Monique with the loaded baked potato scooped up a really, really big spoonful of potato, sour cream, cheese and bacon crumbles and put it right inside Jack's wide open vagina. Jack could feel it up inside him, it was really warm and felt good - and espceially he could feel some bacon crumblies pressing against his cervix in the deepest part of his vagina. The two spoon Moniques didn't let his vagina close up - if anything, they stretched it a bit wider and potato Monique got an even bigger spoonful and put that too inside his vagina. And then they all three did it one more time. The the two Moniques slowly and carefully pulled out the spoons, but Jack's vagina felt full, full, full! It was really streached out, because those had been really big spoonfuls that Monique had made. Almost all of the potato was now gone from the plate - there was just an empty flat potato skin left. "My vagina feels really stuffed - I mean really, really stuffed," thought Jack, and then he remeembered standing in line and the women with him had talked and laughed about how he would get stuff, and get stuffed, and now he understood. One of the spoon Moniques came over, sat at a chair by his side, and started pinching and rolling his nipple between her fingers. Showers of milk shot out of his nipple and landed on his breasts and dripped down the sides of his huge bosom. She stood up and came closer to Jacks head, and leaned over Jack. One of her really big breasts rubbed over his face, and then her nipple was rubbing against his mouth. "Go ahead, Monique - please, I haven't pumped in a couple of hours and I am really, really full. I am so full of milk." And she was right, this was the woman whose nipples were leaking and spraying, and even then he felt some milk spraying out from her nipple onto his face. He kissed her big nipple, and took it in his mouth, and started sucking. The sweetest milk Jack had ever tasted came squirting into his mouth, and it tasted fantastically good. Jack had never imagined anything could taste so delicious. It was like all the good things he had ever imagined - sunshine on a warm summer morning, acres of hay swaying in breezes, watching a crescent moon in a sky full of stars on a chilly night as you warmed yourself by a fire, fine wine after a meal of the the best food you could ever imagine, laying on the ground in a forest of trees as you look up through the branches and see the clouds pass by in a crystal blue sky. He wanted more, and so he sucked harder, and her big thumb- sized nipple was pulled deeper into his mouth, and he sucked more and more on this wonderful ambrosia that came from her bosom. She said, "This is what you taste like too, Monique. What you taste from me is the same as what you give to others. This wonderful milk is inside our bosoms, inside all of us Moniques here at The Restaurant. So today, for just now, just the two of us, let's nurse each other's bosoms together, you and I both, together." And she wiggled around just a bit, being careful to keep her bosom at his mouth, leaning over a bit more and feeling for Jack's huge breast. With her hands she guided Jacks nipple into her mouth even as she continued to nurse Jack. Jack's own nipple was such a big, swollen thing, like the fat end of a sausage it was, and it started squirting showers of milk as soon as she touched it. She guided it to her mouth and sucked a few times, and then took it out of her mouth and said, "Monique, this is so delicious!" And Jack knew that she was right. He sucked more and more of the warm milk from her bosom into his own mouth, tasting now the feelings of a beautiful and magestic musical symphony, a story so grand and full that you hoped it would never end, and ocean waves traveling over the seas - waves that would fall upon sandy beaches with warm breezes and palm trees. Jack nursed on this Monique's bosom even more, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and it was both impossible and wonderful at the same time, all those tastes of her milk, it was like an entire lifetime of good things flowing into him from her bosom, so fine that nothing could ever be better than this, and it made Jack feel completely and wholly content, happy, and wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Meantime the other Monique had let Jack and the milky Monique enjoy themselves. Now she put down her spoon and seated herself in the chair by Jack's other breast, gently grabbed it, and started rubbing her finger all over his nipple. This drove Jack crazy, it felt so good, and he was so happy from the taste of the milky Monique's milk in his mouth. He could barely see the other Monique wanting to nurse his other breast because Monique's breast was pressing against his face, but he saw her playing with his nipple. What he did see was little spurts of really white milk - cream, maybe, he thought, squrting out and landing on her fingers and hands. She put her mouth over the nipple - it was so big she had to open wide, and then sucked - and sucked long and strong and it felt fantasic and good. Jack felt the milk and cream flooding out now, filling her mouth. Jack understood now how wonderful his milk was, and as as his own milk flowed out of his bosoms, he sucked more and more of the ambrosia, the unbelievably good milk from the Monique woman who was feeding him from her own bosom. He sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and two Moniques at his own bosoms sucked and swallowed, and Jack could feel both his nipples sticking far out from his breast now, deep into the mouths of these two beautiful ladies. It felt like both of his nipples were like maybe three or four inches out from the front of his breasts. He nursed more on the bosom of his nursing Monique, the tastes of the milk bringing feelings and goodness that was like nothing Jack had ever had in his life before. He sucked more and more milk from Monique's big nipple, the milk was so, so, so good. He wanted to always suck her bosom, and hoped she wouldn't ever leave. Her nipple was so big it was like he had the end of a fat hot dog in his mouth. He felt the third Monique at his pussy now, with his really full and stretched out vagina, and she pulled his pussy lips apart with her thumbs, and started sucking on his clitoris. Jack wes so stimulated right now from his breasts that it only took a few seconds of this and he was coming, and coming hard - he sucked on the huge fat nipple in his mouth, moaned through his nose, and started pumping his hips up and down uncontrollably - he felt his breasts moving and jiggling all around now as his body jerked up and down and the sucking on his nipples got stronger and stronger and stronger. As the two breast Moniques saw he was coming they sucked harder and faster, and more milk than ever came out of his nipples, and Jack could feel it coming out, out of his nipples, out of his breasts, out of his bosoms, and the women held his breasts with both hands and used them to press and squeeze out even more milk. His nipples were so sensitive from the euphoric gel that he could feel each and every tiny bump on their tounges as they licked and sucked his bosoms, and the orgasm was building and building, getting stronger and his hips thrust up and down, up and down. Potatoes came out as his vagina compressed and squeezed in wave after wave of pleasure from his uncontrollable orgasm. The Monique at his pussy had both her arms around his legs and hips now, her hands near her belly button, holding on to him in a tight grip. She pressed her face hard into his vaginal opening and held on as his pussy moved up and down with his bucking hips, up and down without any control at all. He was moaning through his nose, barely able to breath because of nursing Monique's huge breast almost covering his nose, but he sucked hard on it now, without any control at all, getting as much of the milk as he could from her, as fast as he could, because it was the most delicious stuff that there ever could be, and he wanted more, and he orgasmed more, and his vagina spasmed again and again in these wonderful orgasms, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, feeding the Monique who was mashing her beautiful face into his pussy and eating the potato as he squished it out of his vagina, squishing out the potato, the sour cream, the cheese and bacon bits. He felt the bacon bits scraping along the inside of his vagina as it was pulsed and squeezed and orgasmed, pushing out the food, and his orgasm grew and was so strong now he tried kicking his legs out of the stirrups, but couldn't, and strained his hands against the wrist straps, but they held, and he was getting so intoxicated now from the alcohol which continued to squirt into his bottom that he hardly even understood what was happening - it was just a continual, wonderful, life-changing event, the best thing ever, and his hips bounced up and down with one Monique licking food from his pussy, two women nursing his bosoms, the euphorics were still kicking in making every sensation feel like the best thing ever in the world, and this delicious milk from one Monique's breast filling his mouth, his body, and his mind with the most delicous tastes and feelings, and even now cream was coming out from both his bosoms and hers, thick heavy cream that was squirting into his mouth and squirting out from his own bosoms - he couldn't even control his sucking now, it was just suck and swallow, suck and swallow, and ride orgasm after orgasm and suck and swallow and it was so delicious. Finally he thought things were slowing down a bit - his vagina wasn't stuffed full any more, and he could almost stop bucking his hips up and down. The Moniques at his bosoms contintued nursing his nipples - he could still feel how deep into their mouths his nipples went, and he felt every squirt of cream coming out of him, and every squirt felt so good, the euphorics were indeed still working. His vagina squeezed down hard, again and again, and he thought that the last of the potato might be gone, because his vagina felt all loose and sloppy and wet and empty. But he was drunk now - well and truly drunk, his head was spinning and he hardly even remembered to suck on the enourmous nipple in his mouth. He turned his head and the nipple came out, still dripping and squirting showers of cream, and it squirted and dribbled onto his face, into his blond hair. The two Moniques at his breasts slowed their sucking, and then they stopped too, loosing his nipples from their mouths. Jack looked at his nipples. The were so swollen and enlarged, almost red now instead of pink - they were so big and puffy Jack couldn't believe it. Cream leaked out of them, and just ran down his breasts in little rivulets. There were some squirts up into the air too, but mostly just leaking and leaking cream and more cream. Jack's hips were quivering, all of his lower body was shaking now, shivering almost but he couldn't stop it, the feelings from his pussy were so strong, with Monique at his pussy was still kissing and sucking on his vagina, and every once in a while her fingers would brush against his clitoris. She slowed her mouth movements, and finally pulled back. Her hair was kind of wet and messy now, and her face was really wet with juices from my vagina. His vagina felt all loose now, kind of sloppy and big, empty and really wet, and his pussy was leaking vaginal juices and small potato and cheese bits and other stuff onto the table. He was quivering stil, but that was slowing down too. What wasn't stopping was his intoxication - he was really, really drunk, but it was good. Monique at his pussy stopped the alcohol drip and pulled the tube out of his bottom. He just laid there, legs still in the stirrups, arms still strapped above his head, and every few seconds his vagina would pulse and clamp and squirm again - after effects of the many orgasms. One of the Moniques put her hand gently on his pussy and massaged it quite slowly and gently. It made his vagina squeeze down again, all of a sudden, and his hips bucked up again, but it went away this time, and she quietly rubbed it a bit more, and then put a finger or two or three into his vagina, Jack couldn't really tell, but it felt wonderful - really, really, wonderful. His vagina still felt all loose and tired, sloppy and wet, but the fingers were quite nice indeed, and he squeezed down on them with his vaginal muscles a bit. This Monique looked at him, and squeezed her palm around his pussy lips, and lifted up her fingers that were inside his vagina, pressing them up on the inside of his vagina, and said, "So, how did you like serving your fist meal at The Restaurant?" Jack was exhausted, so tired he could hardly answer, but he said, "This is the best thing ever. I want to work at The Restaurant forever - forever and to never, ever stop." "You will, Monique," she said quitely to herself, and she slowly twirled her fingers inside his vagina, moving them round and round. Jack was so tired now, and so intoxicated from the alcohol, he went to sleep right there, with Monique's fingers still inside his vagina. "Forever, and ever, and ever," Monique said, "as wil we all, every one of us." This Monique had been serving at the restaurant thousands and thousands of times already, and still she too wanted to serve more meals. All the Moniques wanted to serve more meals, and they all did. All the Moniques were really just one person, the person that Jack was now and the one she had just helped to serve her first meal. She was that Jack, from a long, long time ago. She barely remembered her first serving, but today helped her remember how good it was, her first day at The Restaurant. Now she had just helped herself - herself from so long ago - to serve up her own first meal at The Restaurant. She had used her own body - her body from so long ago that she could barely remember how it had been for her back then. All of the Moniques in The Restaurant were her, some from times in the past, some from times in the future. Long ago she learned that The Restaurant moved her from the future to the past, so that there were always as many Moniques as needed to serve the food, to feed the customers. This Monique left to get ready for the next meal, for there was always another meal to serve at The Restaurant. Always.