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The Resataurant By Maria 2 Part Two Publishing date - - about 270 years in your future. (In the past fews weeks) Jack had found an adverisement for The Restaurant, said advertisement promising him that he could fulfill all of his sexual desires concerning women. (In the past few days) Jack's whole body (except his brain and nerve cells in his body) had been disolved, and then rebuilt, cell by cell, into what he is now. Smalll parts of his brain had been changed (but there are billions and billions of nerves and connections between the nerves there) and the nerves leading to the body parts were also mostly the same - some old ones were gone forever, some new ones that had never existed before had grown. So it's safe to say that, for the most part, that while his body was changed, his mind was not - for the most part, anyway. (In the past few hours) Jack was "The Special" server at The Restaurant. (Present) Jack woke up, and he felt quite good, what an excellent morning this shall be, he felt. Overall, he felt most extrordinarilary good, fully ready for the day ahead indeed, as these things go. What a positive attitude he felt. He rolled over and started to sit up and huge weights on his chest rolled with him - it was the huge breasts on his chest, and he had forogottend about them. He sat up on the bed as best he could, and looked down at them. They seemed slightly bigger than yesterday, if such a thing were possible. The bottoms of his breats almost touched his legs as he sat in bed. And they felt stuffed full - really, really full. He looked and his nipples were swollen, puffy, pink, and really, really big. And, really, really female, Jack thought. "I am so engorged right now, my breasts are so full that it's almost unreal" he thought. He grabbed one of his nipples and squeezed it just a tiny bit, and milk showered out of it right away, in nine or ten little sprays, almost as soon as he touched it. Some of the spray landed on his legs, more of it spurted out farther and landed on the floor. The milk kept spraying out even after he took his hand away. As he watched, milk started squriting out of his other breast too, in a kind of sympathetic reaction or something. Looking around, Jack saw his stockings, garter belt, and teddy were at the bottom of his bed. He was naked, and now he could feel his pussy lips moving just a small amount on the bedspread as he sat there and watched the milk coming out more and more into a larger and larger stream from his breasts. He didn't know what to do. Beside his bed was a small table, and on it he saw a machine with bottles, conical cups and some tubes, and as he was watching his breasts spray milk onto his legs and the floor, he thought he knew what it was - a milking pump for mothers. Not quite sure how to go about it, he picked up one of the bottles with the conical cups on top and held it to his right breast, but nothing happened, really, other than it got wet with his milk. Then he saw the on-off switch and reached out to turn it on, and WOW, his nipple went WAY INSIDE the cup part - it was a big cup with a fat tube on the end, leading to the bottle, and his nipple had gone in three or four inches into the thing, and squirted milk into it which then ran into the bottle. The pump made some noise, and went on and off, and his nipple went in and out, in and out of the big tube at the end of the cupping part. His nipple was moving about three or four inches eack time. Milk was gushing out of his nipple with each pump, and already the bottom of the bottle was beginning to fill with milk. And IT FELT GOOD, Jack thought. Looking at the machine he found a second cup and bottle ready for him, and he put on on his left nipple, and that nipple too got sucked way inside the cone and fat tube part, shooting a spray of milk into it - and that bottle started to fill up too. "This feels so good" Jack thought. "It kind of makes me feel like a cow though," he thought, "a cow on a milking machine." His pussy was starting to get wet now. Jack sort of put his hand in between his watermelon sized breasts and pushed them apart a bit, so he could look between his legs, He couldn't really see his pussy very well, but he could thought he could feel a small wet spot on the sheet that was starting to form in between his legs. For some stange reason, Jack started remembering a song from his childhood - the lyrics came into his mind, "Stodola Pumpa, Stodola Pumpa, Stodola Pumpa" and he started singing it to himself quietly as the bottles filled up more than halfway. He remembered that the words meant "barn pump" in some language - he never knew which one, but he had liked the tune and now he was remembering it and the words that went along with it. He watched his huge nipples, which were like walnut sized even without the pumps, getting sucked way into the tubes at the end of the plastic cones about three or four inches each time the pump sucked, and as they did it felt SO GOOD - SO REALLY, REALLY INCREDIBLY GOOD, thought Jack. "Stodola Pumpa, Stodola Pumpa, Stodola Pumpa," he sang quietly, not even noticing that he was singing to himself (herself?). After a few verses, the bottles were both almost full so Jack turned off the pumping machine. It hadn't been turned on very long at all, and his breasts were still so engorged. The bottles were maybe only a pint or so, but there were more bottles, and he quickly figured out how to swap them, and soon he was ready again. This was good because when he took the conical parts off of his breasts, they keeps seeping milk down his aureoles, down his breasts and onto his legs in big wet white rolling drops. More than drops, almost a stream. Now the bedding was getting wet with milk too, as he was changing the full bottles for empty ones. "Stodola Pumpa, Stodola Pumpa" she sang quietly to herself as she attached new bottles, and then put them both over her really, really big engorged and dripping nipples, and thought "Wait, I can't turn the pumpa back on if I am holding both the bottles in my two hands. So she put the right one down onto her legs, turned the pump on, watched and felt his left nipple being SUCKED WAY INTO THE THING, inches into it, and then picked up the other one and held it to his right breast, whereupon it too got SUCKED WAY INTO THE THING, INCHES INTO IT and now both were spurting more and more milk into the tubes, gushing now, it seemed to Jack, and it felt like it too. It seemed that after a bit of nursing, his breasts seemed to go into high gear, and started gushing, gushing, gushing out even more and more milk with each suck. Jack was getting very stimulated by the pumps now, and his pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and so was the bedsheet he was sitting on. He scooted around on the bed while holding both of the bottles on both of his breasts so that the cups wouldn't come loose, and then leaned back into his pillow at the head of the bed, so he could relax more. In almost no time at all it seemed to Jack the two new bottles were full, and he replaced them with empty bottles he got from the table, setting the full ones aside. This was so nice, Jack's mind told him. This was so nice, Jack's body told him. This was so nice, his huge, spurging nipples told him. This was so nice, her huge spurging nipples told her. The stimulation of his nipples was getting stronger and stronger, and better and better, and unexpectedly he was coming, having an orgasm just from the milking machine sucking him, sucking on his nipples, and it was a strong orgasm too - his legs thrust straight out onto the bed, his hands clenched tight, and his vagina was so wet now, wet and clenching and squeezing down hard, again and again, pulsing, pulsing, and he could feel a squirt or two of his vaginal juices coming out and wetting the bed, but he didn't care, he was stretching himself out on the bed now, stretching herself out on the bed with her legs straight out now and spread apart, each hand holding a breast pump against her nipples - and those nipples felt as big around as ping pong balls to her, to him, anyway there were really reallly big and were getting sucked really really deep into the milking maching tubes, inches into them. and they gushed, and gushed, and gushed , and gushed so much milk. It was time for new bottles and Jack was hardly able to swap the full ones out and replace them with empty new ones. Suck, release, suck, release, suck, release, suck, release, suck, suck, suck, the machine kept sucking his nipples again and again without stop, and more and more bottles filled up, and he had more orgasms, just from the fantastic feeling of his nipples squishing in and out and in and out and in and out of the tubes, and his aureoles felt so good, where the the plastic cones fit around them and stuck on both of his aureoles, and the pump sucked him in and out, in and out, inches and inches worth, and his nipples rubbed against the insides of those plastic tubes and it felt FANTASTICALLY GOOD, good, good, good it felt so good, and his milk squirted out, filling those bottles, and finally his breasts didn't feel quite so engorged, and it was time for another bottle change and he was barely able to do it, she was barely able to do it, she was riding those orgasms that came from just his breasts and they almost wouldn't stop. She laid back hard in the bed and let the machine pump him, and pump her, and pump her, and h lisegs clenched tight and straigt, like tree limbs, pushing her groin into the air, and even though nothing was touching her pussy his vagina was clamping down hard with the orgasms, and her vagina was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing and her vagina was sqeezing itself, empty though it was, and it kept pulsing, pulsing, pulsing so hard that it felt like maybe even parts of her vagine were pushing out past her pussy lips, while the machine sucked and sucked each nipple inches in and then inches out and inches in and out again, and more and more milk pumped out, and now Jack could tell that it was maybe more cream than milk, more and more cream, and her orgasms rocked her and rocked her until she almost, but not quite, fainted. With his legs sprawled out on the bed, juice leaking from his vagina onto the bedsheets, and milk and cream filling the bottles on his breasts, Jack thought finally things seemed to be slowing down and his orgasms slowed and then stopped. He didn't know women could have orgasms from their bosoms, but now he did. The latest bottles on his breasts were only half full and didn't seem to be getting any fuller. He reached over and turned off the breast pump, and took the cones and bottles off of his nipples and set them down. There were so many filled bottles now, filled with his milk, it seemed to him like it must have been a gallon or so. It seemed like he had been pumping for at least a half hour, maybe it was even longer, he wasn't sure at all. The bedding under him was soaked with pussy juices. He heard a knocking at the door, and before he could bring himself to answer one of the Moniques came in. She was beautiful, Jack thought, so beautiful he couldn't even imagine how a woman could be more beautiful than that. This Monique looked at him, and at all the bottles of milk, and said, "Well, it seems like you figured out the breast pump, Monique. Good for you!" Jack laughed a little bit and was telling her how full his breasts were when he woke up, but she put a finger to his lips to quiet him and said, "Yes, I understand very well. I am a Monique too." "From now on, when you are on breaks like you are now, you should pump every hour, or maybe every two if you can ever wait that long. I can hardly ever wait more than an hour myself, and I think we are pretty much the same," she said, and Jack was just shocked - he had to do this every hour? "Don't worry about it, Monique, it's not a problem. You won't actually be pumping yourself very much. Most of the time you will be serving at The Restaurant. You only need to pump during breaks, and even then it's only every hour, which isn't really that much - not much at all," she said, smiling at Jack. This Monique was so beautiful, thought Jack, beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a bathrobe, and looked like she had woken up not too long ago. Her long, blond hair was lovely, and the bathrobe was quite full around her breasts, quite full indeed. "Her breasts are so big," Jack thought, "and she is so sexy in that bathrobe!" Jack noticed she was carrying a can of something. Olives, it was an open can of olives, black olives. She set the can down by his milk bottles, and then she slowly put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back down onto the bed. Jack went with it, it seemed like the natural thing to do, even though the bed had the big wet spots from his vaginal juices, and some more wet spots where he had leaked milk. Monique didn't seem to notice; then she leaned over and kissed him right on the lips. Her bathrobe brushed against his breasts, and his nipples, and that felt really good. Her breasts were pushing against his now, they both had such large breasts that Monique had to crush them against his own breasts so that she could kiss him. She was kissing him now, again and again, then she moved over to his ears and whispered to him, "I want olives for breakfast," and she started kissing and sucking his earlobes, and it felt so good, and it was so sexy, Jack couldn't believe it. "This woman, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, is right here with me, kissing me, and I like it so much - no, I love it so much!" She was stroking his body now, and kissing his ear, and licking, and pushing her tongue into his ear, and then sweetly sucking on his earlobe again, and it really felt good, Jack thought, and he was getting wet in his vagina again. She sat up all of a sudden and said, "Now let's do my breakfast, please, Monique," taking off her bathrobe. Jack stared in awe at her amazing breasts - they were so large and so beautiful, he couldn't believe it. She took one olive from the can and held it up for Jack to look at, then moved her hand down to his pussy, and rubbed it on his pussy lips for just a second, then pushed it right up into his vagina. "THAT FEELS GOOD," Jack said, "so really, really good," and he felt the olive and her finger both go up inside his vaginal canal, and her other fingers were pressing on his lips down there, and her whole palm pressed against his sex now. Almost before he finished that sentence, Monique took a few more olives from the can and and was pushing them up into his sex again, wiggling and mashing them into his vagina, and then she finished by rubbing her fingers all around his pussy lips. This made Jack squirm with pleasure, it was so good to have this beautiful woman Monique right here in his (her?) bed with him. Monique got an even bigger handful of olives from the can, and she leaned down to kiss Jack again, on the lips, and she had really pretty, large lips, and it was a really good kiss. As she moved her hand down to his pussy, she cupped it so that none of the olives could escape, and then pressed her hand full of olives against his vagina, and was pressing them into his into his vagina which was getting stretched fuller now. Jack couldn't believe how good this felt. Monique's bosoms were pressing againsg his own, she was kissing him, and she was wiggling her fingers all around his sex - his pussy and his vagina, getting those olives pushed in deeper and deeper, so deep inside him now that he could feel them pressed up against his cervix, the deep inside end of his vagina, and it seemed he could feel each and every single one of those olives that were inside his vagina rubbing and pushing around inside him, trying to make room for all of them. He thought he felt each one against his vaginal wall, each and every separate one with its own individual feel - and each of those feelings was good - REALLY GOOD! He shifted his position just a small amount, and the olives within him shifted a bit too as he moved, and that feeling caused him to bounce his hips up just a bit, and he laughed and said - "Oh my, that feels great!" Monique was kissing his neck now - softly, slowly, and ever so sweetly - that felt really, really good. Then she kissed his ear again, and sucked and licked on his earlobes once more. She sat up then and took the can of olives and poured the last ones into her hands. Olive juice spilled over her hands and between her fingers onto the bed. She put her face right above Jack's, looking right into Jack's eyes, and her breasts were pressing down against him, and with a very pretty smile on her face her handfull of olives went right down to Jack's pussy and she squished them up into his vagina, wiggling her fingers to get them in. My, my, my, I was getting so streched and filled now, Jack thought, and it felt good. She set the can down. My vagina was so full! It felt so very, very good! Monique moved herself down lower on the bed, so that her face was between my legs, and started kissing my pussy, licking her toungue all over me down there, over my pussy lips, over my clitoris, and that's what really did it - I couldn't help myself, I orgasmed right then and there, and I knew that I was squishing out some olives from my vagina right into Monique's mouth. She was eating them, and now she wrapped her arms under my legs and put her hands on me right under my belly button, and she grabbed hold of me there, and pushed her face hard into my pussy and started licking and sucking and swirling her tongue all over my clitoris, all over my vaginal opening, up and down she went, her tongue and lips licking me everyhere down there, and each time she touched my clit with her tongue and her lips, it got better and better and I was coming gain now, a huge, strong orgasm and I was out of control. My vagina, my hugely filled vagine, squeezed down, and it felt good. It was SO GOOD, and I felt each and every olive that was deep up inside me wiggling around in my vagina, and my vagina was pulsing again, and I felt olives pushing closer to my vaginal opening, and then one by one squirting out of me - I felt each and every olive rubbing against my vaginal opening as it was squished out, and my pussy lips were now up inside this Monique's mouth, she was sucking so hard on me. It felt like she had my whole pussy inside her mouth - my pussy lips were sucked up inside of her mouth, and were rubbing on her teeth, past her teeth, and on all the sides of her tongue, and it was so good. SO GOOD SO GOOD S O G O O D S O G O O D I was orgasming and pumping my hips, my knees up with Monique's arms wrapping around under my thighs, her hands on my stomach, my pussy lips were so far inside of Moniques mouth, because she was sucking on them so hard, so strong now, it felt like maybe even part of my vagina was inside of her mouth too, and she opened wide, wider, and tried to suck my clitoris in her mouth too, and I was coming really hard now, my feet pressing against her back, my hips pushing my sex into her face, and she was holding my legs and stomach so tight and pushing her face strongly into my pussy, so strong that we never broke contact even with all the motion, and my pussy lips stayed inside her mouth, and my vaginal opening felt like it was in her mouth too, and she ate the olives from me as my uncotrolled orgasm made me squeeze them out from my vagina. I orgasmed and my vagina squeezed down, I orgasmed and my vagina and pulsed, I orgasmed and olives squished from inside me into her mouth , I orgasmed and Monique shoved her face deeper into my pussy and stuck her tongue as far as it would go into my vagina, licking me, her arms wrapped around my legs, her hands on my belly just below my belly button, and she pushed her hands into my stomach, pressing and pressing as if to help squeeze out more olives. Monique slowed for a moment, and my orgasms slowed and then stopped. Lifting her head and looking between my breasts into my face as best she could, she took her fingers and reached them into my vagina and pulled out two olives and showed them to me in her hand. Then she stretched her hand between my breasts to my face and held one olive against my lips, and then pushed it in past my teeth, so I could have an olive too. "Olive?" she said. Jack started to eat it. It was a really good olive, maybe the best olive he had ever tasted. As he chewed it, it seemed to tast better and better - strangely good, in fact, and he found that he would like another, perhaps several more. Perhaps quite a few more, even. It started to seem like he had suddenly developed a craving for olives - this seemed like one of the best foods in the world, maybe even the single-most, best food that there could ever be. Monique put the second olive in Jack's mouth. It tasted better than filet mignon steak cooked by the world's finest chef; better than French Toast with rasberry syrup and powdered sugar, better even than . . . well, Jack didn't know. These olives were the best thing that Jack had ever tasted, multiplied by one hundred, and he wanted more. "Did you like them?" Monique with her face still at his pussy asked. She wrapped her arms around his legs again with her hands below his navel, her face still right at his pussy, and she started rubbing her nose slowly on his clitors, and that sent electric shocks through his whole body, and he said, "YES, that was the most fantastic thing I have ever tasted - and I do mean ever, I've never tasted anything so good!" "I'm glad you liked it. It's one of the secrets of The Restaurant. It's because of your vagina. When your vagina gets wet, those juices make things taste good. Not just good, but really, Really REALLY good. Just like you tasted now, with that olive. And there's more too - lots more, much more than that - but let me finish breakfast now," she said and put her mouth back on my vagina. Monique pressed her face into my pussy so firmly now, and once again sucked my pussy parts way into her mouth - with her arms around both my legs and hands pushing down into my stomach below my belly button, pushing firmer and firmer, helping me to push all of the olives out of my vagina into her mouth. I was coming again now, coming hard now, coming hard and couldn't even think, it was just pump my pussy into Moniques face, and she held on to me and my legs, I suddenly felt like the rest of me didn't even matter, all of a sudden it was like the whole of me was just an orgasmisg vagina, squeezing my vagina's self into Monique's face, the olives into Monique's mouth, along with my juices, AND IT WAS SO GOOD, my god it was so good, and olives were still squishsing out of my vagina, I was wiggling and squirming, but Monique just wrapped her arms around my legs and hips even tighter and then she held on so tight and was mashing her face into my pussy and vagina, pressing and mashing her hands even more strongly on my stomach down below my waist, below my belly-button, and she mashed her face deeper into my pussy, so deep into my pussy, sucking more and stronger on my vagina. Moniique's tongue licked deep - deep into my vagina now, swirling amongst my insides, up and down, round and round, and I could feel every movement of her tongue, and maybe even every tiny little bump on her tongue, licking around on my vagina, in my vagina, her tongue amongst the few olives that were left inside of me, and and it felt good - IT FELT GOOD, my GOD it was so good, and I orgasmed again, and my vagina squeezed down, another olive squished out, and Monique ate, and she licked my pussy, and then went to my clitoris, and licked that, and it was another orgasm and more olives squished out of my vagina which was pulsing and squeezing, pulsing and squeezing, harder and harder and Monique had just about eaten all of the olives she had put inside of me, until finally it felt like they were all gone, and I was just a wreck - my vagina was worn out - done - and tired and loose and wrecked to pieces, just a big wet empty sloppy -but happy! - mess now, and it felt good - so nice, and warm, and it made me happy. and Moniques was still licking slowly all around my pussy now, almost all done, and she looked like the happiest person in the world. She squeezed her hands down upon my stomach again now, this time gently, and she sucked all the parts of my pussy, nice and slow so that I almost (but didn't!) have another orgasm, and it felt so nice, so very nice, having my pussy parts on her mouth, and in her mouth. Every once in a while, she rubbed her hand on my clitoris, so gently that it felt wonderful - but still not enough to make me orgasm. She bit around my clitois a few times now, very gently with her teeth, quite lovingly, and said, "We have a few minutes before The Restaurant opens today. Can I just hold you until then, hold you and maybe kiss you too, until serving time?" I thought this sounded wonderful and said, "Yes, Monique. Oh yes, please do" and she crawled up from between my legs, and her breasts were so huge and hung down almost like cow udders. They rubbed along my body as she moved, until she had her face next to mine and she was kissing my lips and hugging me, and I was kissing and hugging her, and it was nice, so nice, and we stayed that way for a time. "We should really go shower now, Monique, because The Restaurant will open soon. We have to be clean and fresh for that" she whispered quitely into his ear, and so soon both Moniques got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, and showered and cleaned themselves as women do. The shower had one of those nozzles that you could hold in your hand, helpful for especially washing all the women's parts that they both had, and they shared it, each taking turns holding the showering nozzle to squirt water all over their breasts and pussies so they would be as clean as could be, and they once or twice squirted each other while smiling. Now Monique took the hand-held shower nozzle and twisted it until the water became like a jet, and she held it next to her own pussy and said, "Monique, we have to clean ourselves inside and out too" and she put the squirting jet of water up so that it was going right into her pussy. up into her vagina. Up and in the water went, and just as soon a flood of water came out of her pussy. Jack looked at her - Monique almost melted. Jack thought, "That must feel really good." Jack just looked at her, and he could tell that she was nearly about to come, her whole body had started quivering, and then she twisted the showerhead to pulse, still holding it so the water was going right up into her vagina. Monique started to shake all over, and suddenly she dropped the showerhead - it fell to the shower floor, sending pulses of water all around as it lay there. Watching Monique Jack saw that water was still coming out from between her pussy lips - not just drops, her vagina was pulsing now, Jack new, her pussy was squirting out little pulsing streams of water, squirting along with the contractions her vagina was having now, and Jack knew she was coming and knew she couldn't help it - her belly muscles were squeezing her torso, her belly-button was moving around as her stomach muscled squeezed down again and again, and she sat down on the shower floor - collapsed, was more like it, and seemed dazed, as Jack watched. Her hips were bucking a bit for a minute, and Water from her vagina finally changed from the pulsing streams into dribbles and then finally stopped, as she seemed to recover. Looking up at him, Monique said, "Do it, Monique - clean yourself out," and she took hold of the shower nozzle - which was still set on pulse - and she held his hand and then placed the shower head in his hand, and then guided that hand down between his legs, and the water squirted between his own pussy lips, and then it squirted all up into him, pulsing, deep into him the water went, all the way up his vagina and he felt it on his cervix and he almost came then, it felt so good. It squirted and pulsed and squirted into him, pulsed and pulsed into his vagina, and he could feel it washing all of the insides of his vagina in waves and waves of pulsing energy, pulsing water. Monique said, "Keep yourself clean" and pushed the hand holding the shower head even stronger up against his pussy - she twised the outer part of the showerhead, the showerhead that was shooting water up his vagina now, and suddenly even more and more water was gushing up inside of him, deep inside his vagina. He looked down at the floor and a couple of olives had washed out of his vagina and landed on the floor. "Keep yourself clean, Monique," she said while looking righ into his eyes - "Keep yourself clean, and always wash yourself," and as she said this she took the showerhead from his hands and pressed it up very firmly against Jack's sex, and water was just gushing everywhere now around Jacks pussy. Monique moved the showerhead all around Jacks pussy, washing every bit of it, and every once in a while she kept moving it back to his own vaginal opening where it squirted way up inside him. Jack could barely stand it, he was almost about to come again, but it didn't quite happen - maybe he was worn out down there for the moment. Finally she stopped and put the showerhead back into it's holder, and turned the water off. Then shower Monique bent down, below waist level, looking right into his pussy lips, and she pushed one hand into his stomach just above his pussy - more water came dribbling out of his vagina. "Aha -thougt so," she said and she put a couple of fingers up into his vagina and spread them apart and more and more water came running out of it. Finally she pulled her fingers out of his pussy. She pushed on his belly again, and a few more drops of water squished out from his vagina, but then it stopped - not even any trickles. "All done, then, I think we are," said Monique and she got out of the shower and Jack followed. His huge breasts were pulling down on his chest as he dried off, and the towel felt so good as he dried them and all his other parts. "Monique - Always wash yourself, every time you can," Monique told him. "Just because one person wants olives," and she smiled at me and licked her lips, "doesn't mean the next one wants them too." And she kissed me then, and I could smell the taste of both olives and my pussy juice on her breath. As they got out of the shower, Monique handed Jack a bathrobe. She put one on herself and said, "Monique - are you ready to serve breakfast at the Restaurant?" For a monent Jack wasn't sure what to say, then he said, "I think yes." He felt a few more drops of water dribbling out of his vagina onto his legs, so he pushed the front of the bathrobe in between his legs and onto his pussy to soak up the leaking water. They both walked out of the room and down a hall, Jack following this Monique. Through a door they went, and Jack could see that they were in The Restaurant again. Lots of tables there, only they weren't really tables at all, as he knew. "You are First Table for breakfast today, since you are new" Monique said, and led him to a "table" near the center of the room. The table was more like a doctor's gynocological exam setup than a table, just like yesterday. "Take off your bathrobe and lie down here, and put your legs in the stirrups, if you please. Arms up above you head, also, same as last time" she said, and so I did as she said, because it was the most normal thing in the world for me to to. It felt so right, to do what someone said. I even felt better once I had done what she said. I think I would do almost anthing that some other person asked me to do - yes, that seemed right, and I was happy that this was the way it was. I was naked now and spread-legged on The Restaurant's breakfast "table." "Legs up just a bit more," Monique said and together we worked my legs into the proper position in the stirrups. It seemed quite the natural thing for me to do, and it seemed just as natural for Monique to strap my feet into the stirrups. "Arms up a tiny bit higher now please," she said, and I adjusted my arms to be a little hiher above my head, and she strapped both wrists up there too. Actually, it felt kind of good, kind of secure for me, because now I knew I couldn't accidentally kick anyone when I was having a really strong orgasm, and I wouldn't accidentally wiggle around so much that my bosom might pop out of a persons mouth - well, unless maybe we both got really, really excited somehow. That seemed like a funny idea and I laughed a tiny bit. "What are you laughing at, Monique?" Monique said, as she took the last strap, the one around my waist, and fixed it too. She kept it pretty loose, just like before, so that I could move my body's center around as much as needed, which I now knew meant lots of up and down with my hips. My legs in the stirrups were so comfortable and it felt so natural, just like my hands did, strapped in above my head. I smiled at Monique and said, "I'm not laughing at anything, really. Thanks for helping me so much." I hadn't really looked around very much, but now I did and saw that there were other "tables" just like mine, and there were other Moniques getting ready just like me - some strapped in with their legs spread apart, huge breasts on their chests just like me, and that made me feel good too, I was really part of the group now - part of the family and no longer a complete stranger. Some were naked like me, some wore quite large bras, some had some really sexy underwear, some had girdles or corsets, and some had other kinds of ladies undergarments, all of them looked happy, and I felt happy too. All of this made me feel even better - I thought that I was probably happier than any other woman in The Restaurant. My Monique watched me and said, "Yes, look around if you like." Monique thought, "All of these Moniques are really you, Monique, though you do not realize it now, nor will you for such a long time. All of them. They are you. There is really only one Monique - you, that is. I am you in the future, so many years into your future I don't even now how to count them all, and it doesn't matter. Andi I still love The Restaurant more than anything, just like you do now." "You are First Table today, Monique" she said to me. "Out of all these other Moniques, that's a really special privilege. I am going to help you with that - just a small amount of help, you underdstand, you don't really need much help - not much at all. All you really have to do at The Restaurant is to serve, just as you are now ready to do." Monique said to me, "Monique, you have all the skills you need to do wonderful serving here, so don't have a concern about that. You even have some special skills you don't know of yet! But we'll get into those later - I will show you one of those special skill later today right here at breakfast. For now, all you have to do is just be. Be the woman you now are. You have a pussy, your own very skilled and special pussy, and you have your bosoms, which are special too - so very special, as you know, since you have already gotten a small taste of the milk like both you and I make. You tasted the milk yesterday - and even now, as we speak, you are making more beautiful milk (and she reached down and squeezed one of my nipples and a bit of milk squirted out) and this morning you tasted food from your pussy, your so very, very special pussy," and she reached down and cupped my pussy with one hand, and that felt nice, warm, and so friendly. Monique looked down at Jack, who was Monique now, a woman, a beautiful woman. This was him, from his past, from so long ago, and then she said, "You are ready now, Monique. Well, almost - you don't want to get dehydrated." Monique reached around and brought out a fairly large bottle with a flexible straw in it. She held it down to my mouth and put in the straw, and said, "Drink, Monique. Drink as much as you can." So I sucked on the straw and it was some very good tasting fruit juice. I liked it, so I drank more and more, not realizing how thirsty I was. After a bit, I had finished the bottle, and Monique said, "Very good - you shall have more later, as much as you want." I did feel better now. The Chef came out and said to my Monique, "We are serving poached eggs and melons. I am just going to do a quick check - everything must be perfect, espescially at First Table." He had a thing kind of like a short golf club, maybe, perhaps three feet long with a bulb on the end and with a display panel near his hand. He pointed the stick thingie at my pussy, and then pressed the bulbous part against me, pushing it against my lips down there. It actually felt good when he did that. It was kind of slippery feeling. He pressed a little harder, and in it went, into my vagina, and that actually felt quite good - I felt it when my lips down there stretched out and then it was inside me. He pushed a button on his end, near the handle, and the bulbous thing vibrated inside me, and that set me off like a rocket - that thing was vibrating in my vagina like Kingdom Come, my whole body stiffened and lifted off of the "table" as my legs stiffened and pushed against the stirrups, and up went my pussy, my groin, my whole lower body, as far as it could go until the waist strap stopped it from going any higher. It just as suddenly stopped, and my parts relaxed and lowered back down onto the "table," as he pulled the bulbous thing out of my vagina. " O H M Y G O D that had felt good," I said, "please do it again, please please please," - but he was leaving, apparently satisfied. "Poached eggs - we'll do those first, I think," my Monique said to me - I don't think she noticed my reaction to the Chef's club thingie. "Those are kind of tricky, but you can do it - I will show you how. We'll do them first, then the melons after." And as she was saying this another Monique rolled a tray up next to me, a tray holding quite a few poached eggs, each in it's own little cup. Monique lifted a device from the serving tray and said, "This might feel cold for a moment" she said, and showed the thing to me. "Spreader" she said, tapping it with her red fingernail. Then bent over and she pushed it right up into my vagina. This actually felt good and not really cold at all. Then she twisted a knob on it and I felt my vagina opening, wider and wider with each turn she made on the dial. "Up now, Monique," she said, and patted me on my stomach, in between my belly button and my pussy. I pushed with my heels and legs and up my middle went, with the spreader holding my vagina wide, wide open. "Good girl" Monique said. She took one of the poached egg cups and held it right next to my open vagina. She twisted the dial on the spreader a bit more, and wider the spreader got, and more open my vagina was. I could feel cool air down there going all the way into me. Monique held the cup up to my vagina. tilted it and in the contents went, into me, into my vagina. I could feel the egg slide down into me, it was warm and nice, all the way down to my cervix, and that felt good. She set the empty cup down and picked up another and tilted it up against my vagina, and in it went too. "One more, I think - you can hold another can't you?" she asked, and not waiting for an answer poured another poached egg into my uplifted vagina. "Stay up now, Monique," she said, patting the top part of my pussy, "so that we don't spill anything out." I pushed my groin up just a tiny bit more, and that was as high as I could get it. Monique took the spreader and slowly pulled it out of my vagina, showing it to me once it was all the way out. "Success" she said, and patted my pussy lips, which felt nice, then she opened my pussy lips a bit and looked at my vaginal opening. My vagina felt really full now, full and squishy and warm. "Looks great, Monique. Lay back down now, customers are coming." "Happy?" Monique said to me, bending over and looking into my eyes, and I said, "Yes," and she and walked away and sat in a nearby chair. Then the diners started arriving. My breasts had been filling up again with milk, I could tell by the look and feel of them. My nipples were standing out, and getting swollen with the excitment I was feeling. I was full of eggs down in my pussy, and that was making me feel really good. The sexual feelings down there were affecting my nipples, they were getting swollen and were really sticking out now. God, I would love to suck them myself - they were so thick and engorged. "They are ready," Jack thought, "they are really, really ready," and he could hardly wait now. Three women came to my "table" and sat down in the chairs - one in the chair by my left breast, one in the chair by my right breast, and one between my legs, right at my pussy. All of them wore what was obviously quite expensive clothes. The pussy girl said, "I have got to taste these eggs, I can hardly wait!" and she opened my pussy lips with her fingers, and stuck her beautiful face right into my pussy and started sucking on my vaginal canal. Then she sucked a lttle bit on my clitoris too and that felt so wicked good, I was going to come in just a minute, no doubt about that. Then she really started sucking and licking all over my clitoris and pussy lips, doing a really woderful job, and I was getting really excited. The other two women had each put their hands on a breast, on my aureoles, and were already squeezing and massaging them as they began licking and then suckling on my nipples, which were going deeper and deeper into their mouths, and my milk started squrting out into their mouths, and their lips were all around my aureoles now as their sucking tongues were pulling my nipples up inside their mouths. I was breathing harder now, and starting to wiggle around more, and the woman at my pussy starting rubbing her tongue in a figure eight pattern on my clitoris. That sent me over! As the orgasm hit me I felt all these wonderful things, and my vagina started its squeezing - the woman down there was ready and moved her mouth down to my vaginal canal. I was moving my hips around now with no control at all, and my vagina squeezed down extra strong all of a sudden and out came a whole poached egg right into the woman's mouth, and she was eating it. More sucking on my bosoms, and that felt good, really, really good, the two women were each squeezing them with two hands around my really big aureoles. I had lost all control, and was bucking my hips, and jamming my heels down into the stirrups one second, and then pulling up against the foot straps the next, and pushing my wrists against the arm straps, and this was was really, really good, so good that i moaned out loud, and the three women looked at me, and the pussy woman smiled and laughed happily. You could tell she was really happy, and it was probably from the most fantastic eggs she was tasting, eggs that this breakfast better than any experience she had ever had in her whole life, better than any experience she had even imagined. Then she stuck her finger into my pussy and I felt it poking into the other two poached eggs that I could feel inside me, and I felt a couple of gentle pops within my pussy. She wiggled her finger around and around deep inside of me, and then pulled her finger out and held it up to show me - it had egg yolk all over it and some small pieces of egg white, and she rubbed that all over my clitoris and then started licking me there again. I could see all this happening in the mirrored ceiling of The Restaurant, it was so sexy - me, so beautiful, so naked, the sexiest woman I had ever seen, with my legs spread apart in the stirrups, and three other beautiful women, two nursing my breasts, one eating poached eggs from my pussy, and again he came, stronger this time, bucking his hips up and down, while the lady at his pussy put her arms around his legs and held on tight, pushing her face hard into his pussy as bits of the now semi-scrambled eggs were pushed into the woman's mouth by his squeezing and pulsing vagina. On it went until all the eggs were gone, and things slowed down, and he got to rest for a minute. Monique came back over and said, "You did so well, Monique - that was a wonderful serving. Now drink some more for me please," and she got another bottle with the bendy straw and he drank, resting because he was nearly worn out. The juice was very refreshing. Jack looked around and saw that other Moniques were serving customers now too. He looked at his breasts and wow, were his nipples swollen now - more swollen than even before, and they were leaking milk, drops and streams were still coming out of them and running down his aureoles, down his bosoms, even though nobody was touching his breasts right now. Monique got the spreader and once again tapped Jack's stomach right above his pussy and said, "Up again, please," and Jack pushed down with his heels and up went his pussy, and in went the spreader and wide went his vagina as Monique prepared him. She filled his sex up again with three more poached eggs and carefully removed the spreader, and gently pushed him back down to the table. Jack had finished the second bottle and he was getting some energy back. His vagina was stretched full again, and warm with the eggs, and that was making Jack get excited again. The three women all stood up and switched chairs. Jack saw the woman who had been at his pussy now had a pretty wet face, wet from his pussy juices, but she looked really, really happy. Jack remembered the two olives he had eaten earlier this morning, and how they had tasted fantastically, unbelievaably good. He couldn't even imagine how the eggs had tasted to her, but from the look on the woman's face, they had tasted good - really, really good, like she was having the best day of her life - no - the best day of any woman's life ever! Jack had never seen any woman look as happy as she did now. And that was with her face quite a bit messy even. This is incredible, Jack thought, The Restaurant is incredible - and then the woman now at Jack's pussy couldn't wait any longer - she gently rubbed her fingers up and down on his pussy for a few seconds, then opened his pussy lips and pinched them a bit. As she was gently pinching them, she pulled them out and apart, then put her lips down on to his clitoris and kissed it a few times, which felt great, Jack thought. Everything she was doing felt great - and he felt his big, fat, nipples being sucked into the mouths of the two beautiful women at his sides. The pussy woman sucked harder on his clitoris, and then licked her toungue all around it while sucking on it, and before long Jack was out of control again, and the breakfast went on until all three ladies had their eggs, and Jack felt like his breasts were about done for - "No milk left, no cream either" was how it felt to him. Everyone took a pause, as Monique came over to Jack and gave him some more juice. "You have to drink lots of liquids, Monique, since you are making lots of liquids," and she smiled and pointed down at his breasts. "Now it's time for some fruit," she said, and broght out a bowl of fruit - melon balls, Jack saw. "You need to eat some too, Jack, so let's feed you before we serve up this fruity dish." She started feeding him some of the melon balls, and they were really good - but nothing like the two olives he had earlier - they were still delicious though. There were cantelope and watermelon and other kinds of melon balls. He ate quite a bit, and rather fast, because he was hungry, even if he hadn't noticed it. Before long the whole bowl was gone, and Jack felt good now, good and refreshed. Monique got another bowl of melon balls from a nearby serving station - there were many of these in The Restaurant, and they held quite a variety of things, quite a variety indeed. Monique held up a melon ball and said, "Remember we talked about the special skills you have? Let me show you one of them now," and she sat down in the chair that was between Jack's legs. Jack watched in the ceiling mirror mostly because his breasts were so large he couldn't see everything down below them. Monique took the melon ball she had been holding - it was about the size of a ping pong ball, and it was red, a watermelon ball. She held it to his sex, and then with a couple of fingers pushed it up inside his vagina, going deep - all the way in until it hit his cervix. It felt good when she did this, Jack could feel it sliding and scraping just a bit as it was going in. Monique pressed her palm against his pussy and then squeezed the two fingers that were inside of him, and she smiled as she saw that he enjoyed that. She slowly pulled her fingers out. "Now, Monique, I want you to push that watermelon ball out. You know you can do it, because you have been doing it all yesterday and today. So give it a try, please," and as she said this she leaned over and put her mouth right next to his pussy, ready for the watermelon to come out. Jack tried squeezing his vagina, but not much happened. He did squeeze it a little bit, but it was kind of an all-over squeeze, and Jack could tell the watermelon ball wasn't moving. He could distinctly (and pleasantly!) feel it still pushing against his cervix. Monique sat back up straight and said, "You see, Monique, certain things have to happen to make that really special pussy work it's magic. Having an orgasm is one way. Now let's learn another," and she leaned over again, and put her face once more right up to his pussy. Then, she took her right arm and wrapped it under around Jack's raised left leg, and placed her hand near his belly-button. She lifted her hand, and put one finger into his belly button, held it there for a second, pushing gently, then slid her finger down toward his pussy, stopping just above the pussy lips. Jack's body jerked, his belly rippled a little, and HIS VAGINA WENT WILD! He felt a stong surge in his vagina starting right at the cervix and travelling down from there to his vaginal opening - the surge followed Monique's finger as it left his belly-button and slid down his belly to the top of his pussy! Jack could feel the watermellon ball sliding down inside his vagina as that strong pulse moved from his cervix downward - and it felt good, really good, and he felt the watermelon scraping his vaginal insides just like it had when Monique pushed it in. Monique opened her mouth, which was already at his vaginal canal, and out came the watermellon ball and into her mouth it went, and she looked up at Jack and said, with a big smile on her oh-so-beautiful face, "My, my, I think you've got it! And that tasted great, as good as my olives from before. So, let's now serve the fruit." Monique started pushing various melon balls into my vagina one by one, and I could feel each ping-pong sized ball going into me, and that felt good, so good. She filled me with several, I lost count after two, it felt so good, and I was starting to feel really stretched inside. Then she stood aside and one of the breaksfast ladies from before came and sat down between my legs, between the stirrups that I was still strapped into. and she looked up at my face in the above mirror and said, "Ready?" but she didn't even wait for an answer - she put one arm under a leg, got her hand at my stomach, leaned her face into my pussy and stuck her tongue between my pussy lips and started licking my vaginal opening. Without further ado, she put her finger into my belly button and then slid it down from there to the top of my pussy like she was unzipping a zipper, and Jack's vagina went wild again, like a pulse and a contraction and a wave all combined into one going from the top to the bottom of his vagina, deep inside him, and out came a melon ball and in it went to her mouth, and she ate it. Before Jack was even ready she did it again, and this time she pressed harder as she slid her finger down Jacks belly, and that made Jack's vagina sqeeze even more - Jacks legs shoved hard against the stirrups and his pussy lifted up off the table, but the woman was ready for this and kept her face right in his pussy, licking his vaginal opening as a second ball came out. She only chewed this one a couple of times and then swallowed it, and then she stuck her tongue way up inside of Jack's vagina, as far as she could make it go, and was licking around inside his vagina when she did the finger trick again, just a little bit harder again, and Jack's whole body stiffened like a board, and out came her tongue and another melon ball - only now Jack was coming, and he couldn't stop it, and the woman was now just running her finger from his belly button to pussy, again and again, belly button to pussy, and Jack had never imagined anything like this in his wildest dreams, it was an orgasm so strong that all the remaining melon balls came out at once and filled the ladies mouth, but she kept on doing the finger trick even though Jack's pussy was empty now, and his waist was pushing up against the restraint, and he couldn't even move, his entire body was as stiff as a tree - except for his vagina, which was going crazy because the woman was now running her finger up and down and up and down, and Jack felt a new contraction in his vagina, this one going up as she slid her finger up - so it worked both ways, he learned. Up and down she went, Jack was rigid now - he was breathing so hard and fast, hyperventilating in fact, and as the latest and strongest orgasm hit him, he was unable to control himself - his throat closed itself down his body was squeezing down hard with his chest. The orgasm was unctrollably strong, and his body squeezed the air in his lungs so hard, and all the time he was smiling - this was so good, and he knew what was going to happen next - that if you hyperventilated and then squeezed down on the air in your lungs, you would have an event. A few tiny little squirts of watermelon juice and pussy juice were coming out from his pussy as the woman kept doing the finger trick. Jack pussy felt like a machine gun or something, and his orgasm was beyond belief, and so good, so very, very, very good, and as he was watching in the mirror above as best he could, the event was happening and grey splotches started covering his huge breasts, then the beautiful woman at his pussy, then his limbs, then the other ladies around him and everything else in the world was getting these blind spots, and he passed out. The three women customers continued on, and Monique made sure they all got the full breakfast they had ordered. None of the three ladies noticed any difference in their server, because the food was so good, unbelievably, impossibly good, and their serving woman was so beautiful, and sexy, and every wish, and every hope about their visit to The Restaurant was being fulfilled, more than fulfilled even. Jack's new body kept responding, the same as it had been before, so there was no cause for complaint. The Restaurant did not like complaints. In fact, at The Restaurant, total and complete satisfaction was not even on the menu - that was a goal which was not even worth the attempt. The Restaurant sets the bar much higher than total and complete satisfaction - of this you can be sure.