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The Restaurant
Part Four
Publishing date - - about 270 years in your future.
(In the past few chapters)
We have learned that The Restaurant always delivers satisfaction,
happiness, and fulfillment. But, those goals are just the first step of
the ladder, a ladder which is quite tall indeed. At The Restaurant, if
you only reach that very first step, if you only have complete happines
and total fullfilment, then that means failure - one thing which will
never happen at The Restaurant. Let's see how high up the ladder we can
go.
(In the past fews weeks)
Jack's whole body (except his brain and most of the nerve cells in his
body) had been disolved, and then rebuilt, cell by cell, into what he is
now. 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 - while his body
was changed, his mind was not. As days go by, it seems that there might
possibly be even more changes than this.
(In the past few days)
Jack was serving meals at The Restaurant, in quite a few very
interesting ways. It is now his fourth day at The Restaurant.
(Present)
"Monique" - one of the Moniques came to him and said, "A customer has a
special request - let's try it please. She wants a chilled cocktail, so
lets see if we can serve the best one ever - how about that?"
I was laying on my back with my legs spread eagled and feet strapped in
the stirrups of the serving table. My pussy was wide open for all to
see, wide open for antyhing that anyone wanted to do with it. My wrists
were strapped above my head as usual - in short, it it felt wonderful,
comfortable, and I was happy. I loved the last few days I had been a
server at The Restaurant. This sounded fun, and I said "Oooh - that
sounds like a Chilly Willy - that sounds cool" and laughed. "Yes, let's
do the best one we can possibly do! What cocktail, exactly?" I asked
Monique that was helping me today.
"Well, let's see, Monique - it looks like an ice-chilled Vodka Martini"
Monique told me. Dribbles of milk leaked out from her bosoms as she
talked to me, some running down her breasts to her stomach, waist, and
legs, some dripping on the floor, some dripping on me as she was bending
over me starting to get things ready.
"My God, her breasts were huge, nearly the size of mine," I thought.
Somehow they looked ripe - her aureoles and nipple looked so swollen, so
engorged, they looked like they were about to burst open - burst open
with milk. They were so turgid it seemed like a single touch would open
up a flood of milk, if only I could reach up and touch one.
"Let's get started then - it will be fun!" this Monique said. She was
stunningly beautiful - copper hair falling in waves almost down to her
knees. Her breasts were so engorged I couldn't believe it - they were
certainly "M' cups or maybe even bigger. The big puffy aureoles were
larger than grapefruits, her nipples stood out like walnuts - almost
like mine, except mine were a bit bigger. And hers just kept on
dripping, dripping drops of milk as she walked around, sometimes little
squirts of milk shot out from her nipples as they bounced with her
walking. The milk leaked down from her nipples and dribbled in drops
and sometines little streams all the way down her body, down her belly
then down her legs and all the way to her feet and toes, or sometimes it
just dripped right from her nipples onto the floor everywhere she went.
Her bosoms bounced with nearly every step she took, sometimes with
little sprays of milk sprays squirting out of them.
All of the Moniques I had seen were like this. I had seen several
Moniques in The Restaurant in the last few days. Each and every single
one was a beauty - a stunningly, amazingly beautiful woman like I had
never imagined I would ever even see in my life when I was Jack - but
now I was one of them - one with breasts so large they were in between
watermellon and pumpkin sized. My own aureoles were so sensitive that
the tiniest whisper of a touch set them alight with sensations, and made
my nipples swell and ooze with milk, or sometimes made them contract
and
spurt with milk or even cream - - but react they would, that was a
certainty - any kind of touch at all and I was oozing - or even
squirting - out of my nipples, just like this Monique. My breasts were
in non-stop lactation.
"Vodka, Iced Vodka Martinis, only with the 'ice cold' part but without
the ice" Monique said to me, rolling out a server's station with a
couple of bottles in ice buckets - they were dewey with moisture, and
parts were so cold they were even frosted with ice. There were also
some other boxes on that serving station. Monique opened one of those
and set it down. It was a box of tampons, I saw. She lifted a bottle
of the ice-chilled vodka out of one ice buckets and filled a tall glass
with icy vodka.
- Then she lifted the box of tampons, holding it near my face, and she
smiled at me.
- She opened it.
- One by one, she removed each tampon from the box.
- One by one, she pushed each tampon out of its dispenser.
- One by one, she put each tampon into the tall, large glass of icy
cold vodka - the glass that was now frosted over with ice pretty much
from the top to the bottom.
The tampons in the tall glass of icy, frosted vodka started swelling
right away, of course, and then before you knew it all of the vodka was
sucked up into them - at which point, Monique poured more of the ice-
cold vodka into the tall glass, covering all of the already saturated
tampons with a couple more inches of the freezing liquid.
From the table Monique got a spreader and pushed it right into my
vagina. God, THAT FELT GOOD. She opened it wide, spreading my sex
apart, spread it wide open to the left and to the right - but then, she
twisted the whole affair sideways, and suddenly it was spreading my
vagina apart in the up and down direction - this felt felt FANTASTIC!!!
Milk was dripping out of my nipples, down the sides of my bosoms.
Monique let things stay there for a minute or two, letting my vagina
adjust - then, with one hand still holding the spreader, her other hand
picked up a string from the glass of vokda and pulled up a wet, dripping
vodka soaked tampon - only it wasn't one, it was in fact two. She held
the two of them by the strings, dangling them over my belly for just a
very short time, then guided them into my wide open vagina.
I felt the FREEZING cold deep inside me! EVEN AT MY CERVIX!
Monique quickly pulled out the spreader, and my vagina was now filled,
and . . .
C O L D - My God it was cold, and it sent chills and shivers into every
part of me - and it sent thrills into my vagina - which cramped down
onto the cold stuff in reaction, and chills filled me down deep inside
my belly where my sex was, MY GOD that was cold - and exciting too! My
vagina tried to do something, I don't know what - squeeze, cramp, I
don't know because it was SO DAMN COLD!
I couldn't help but squish down on the tampons with my vaginal muscles ,
and I could feel icy cold vodka dripping out between my pussy lips.
Monique then took her hand and pressed it against my pussy. She pushed
a finger deep inside my vagina and rubbed it all around, squishing the
tampons around inside me- I could feel her finger pushing and squishing
inside me and the tampons squished around.
More milk was leaking out of my nipples - it was just running down my
bosoms in a stream.
"Not cold enough, Monique," she said, looking me straight into the eyes.
"The Customer wants it ice cold. It was ice cold when we put those in,
but you have warmed it up. Not a problem, we'll just fix that."
Monique pulled the two strings at my vagina and out came the tampons.
She pushed the spreader inside me and opened up my vagina again, so
wide, so open. She took two more vodka soaked tampons and pushed them
into my open vagina and said, "We've got to get the temperature inside
there down. It needs to be as close to freezing in there as possible,
because that's the drink that was ordered." She pulled out the
spreader, and the cold hit me, deep inside me, and it was freezing,
FREEZING, FREEZING my insides.
"Again" she said, and pulled out those those two tampons, and I could
feel icy cold vodka dripping all out of my pussy as they came out. In
went the spreader again, and in went two more vodka-soaked tampons, and
out came the spreader. My vagina was so cold already I could barely
feel anything inside there. I could tell there was stuff inside me, but
I was so cold down there it was numb.
Vodka was dripping all around my pussy now, that I could feel - the
cold, wet vodka was dripping out of my wet soaked and frozen pussy.
Monique massaged my stomach a bit, below my belly button. I could tell
she was careful to not do little trick of rubbing from my belly-button
to my pussy, the one that made me contract my vagina.
My vagina squeezed and squished around as she massaged me, and it seemed
to me like I was frozen in ice down there, even way up deep in me, even
to my cervix.
She took another two of the freezing soaked tampons, and the spreader,
but this time she pushed the spreader up into my bottom and spread it
wide open - surprising me - and before there was time for another
thought in went those two freezing vokda soaked tampons, and out came
the spreader. "That's for you, Monique - you will start to feel it
really fast, believe me." Then she took another tampon, lifting it up
and down in the vodka glass to get it completely soaked, and she put
that one in my mouth and said "Drink it down, Monique, squish it with
your tongue and drink it down" and I did, because she said to and it
always felt right to do what another person told me to. It was icy and
warm both at the same time as it went down my throat.
My pussy was leaking - sopping wet it was now. Monique stepped away.
In came a quite beautiful woman wearing a yellow sundress with some
pretty patterns on it, and she sat down right between my legs, put her
face into my pussy and without even waiting or saying anything at all,
spread my pussy lips apart. She started to finger my clitoris - quite
exquisitly, in fact - as her lips pushed themselves around my vaginal
opening and she was sucking on me down there. She sucked as much of my
pussy parts into her mouth as she possibly could and vodka leaked out of
my vagina right into her mouth, and she drank it. She looked up into
my
eyes, and I could tell from her look that this was way, way better for
her than any normal drink. "The Restaurant" had made my vagina so that
anything that had my vaginal juices on it, or in it, or around it,
tasted about one hundred times better than it would normally taste. This
woman's face looked happy, really, really happy. I could only see the
top part of her face as I looked down between my really, really massive
bosoms, but I could tell just from her eyes that what she was so happy
with what she was tasting, and that it was so good. In fact, it looked
to me like she might orgasm right then and there. I thought she probably
had one while I was watching her drink from my vagina.
Looking down there I saw more and more milk oozing out of my bosoms, and
now squirts of milk started to come out of my nipples.
This woman was sucking on my pussy - she wouldn't stop! She wouldn't
even slow down. My ice cold vagina kept leaking out more and more of
the vodka, as my vagina squeezed down on those tampons inside me - I
couldn't help it, it was just happening, my vagina was just squeezing
down hard on those frozen cold tampons and I couldn't control it - all I
could do was just feel it as it was happening to me.
The lady was fingering my clitoris faster and faster now, and sucking on
my vaginal opening like a vacuum cleaner, and then I came - my frozen
vagina squeezed down extra hard - like nobody's business! My legs
started thrashing around, as much as they could because my feet were
still in those stirrups, but thrash around they did, around and around,
and my whole stomach, my whole body below my breasts was just thrashing
around with her face in my pussy - her face that was sucking my pussy
into her mouth, and my pussy was sliding up and down all over her face
with my orgasm, and her lips kept on sucking my frozen pussy parts as
deep into her face as she could get them - and it was driving me mad!
All of a sudden I had like a super orgasm - so hard it was like an
explosion! My vagina - my whole body - clenched tight, every single
muscle I had went hard and rigid, and it was like my some kind of
lightnig bolt was blasting into my entire body - blasting from my frozen
vagina!!! TNT exploded out of my vagina, my frozen damn vagina and it
rocked my whole body. Electric pulses came out of it and went up and
down my legs - blasts of feeling from my cervix shot up into my stomach
and into my breasts, into my arms, into my face and I was writhing so
much it was like I was having an epilectic fit. I was thrashing around
all over and I couldn't stop. My frozen vagina orgasmed so hard it was
wrecking my entire body, ever single part of me.
Milk was squirting out of my nipples - not dribbling, no it was
squirting inches up into the air out of each of my mipples, and it was
just going everywhere, because I was thrashihng around so much in my
orgasm. The lady at my pussy sucked my vagina harder and harder and
fingered my clitoris even more strongly, and I felt the vodka squishing
out of me. I was out of control, this orgasm Smashed Me Hard!!! - Hard
into my whole body, my whole being, my whole self, and I bucked and
thrashed and squirted out more vodka from my frozen vagina, and more
milk from my bosoms.
But, of course, after a while, it did slow down and then after a time
stopped. But now I was feeling drunk - and I mean really, really drunk.
The lady at my vagina slowed down too - she looked so happy. She
finally got up and said, "That was the most delicious drink of my entire
life!" She was a bit wobbly as she left. This womans pussy was quite
wet now and the front of her dress between her legs had a big wet spot.
Monique came back and said, "Time for a clean up." She took the string
from my lips and out came the tampon from my mouth, it was pretty much
dry and empty now. Then she pulled the two strings at my vagina and out
they came, and then she did the same with the two strings coming out of
my bottom, and both of those tampons came out too. All this felt
really
weird, but also really good.
Monique took from the serving station a bottle of liquid soap and a
sponge-on-a-stick thing. It was a plastic stick with a really big
sponge on one end. The sponge part was quite large, like a big fat
eggplant. The other end of the stick was a handle. She squeezed a large
amount of liquid soap over the sponge part, and it dripped all over and
down the sponge. The sponge was soaked in liquid soap, and drops of it
were falling off the bottom.
"In we go" she said, and she pointed the sponge part right at my vagina
- the sponge looked so big I thought it could never fit in me - it
looked as big around as a can of tomato juice.
Monique pushed it at my vaginal opening, and in it went. The sponge
squished down as it went in, and I felt the warmth of it inside me - my
vagina was still mostly feeling frozen. The sponge spread me wide as it
went in - it felt like aso big I though a school bus was going into my
vagina. But the sponge shrunk down as Monique pushed and squeezed it
inside my vagina. My GOD - I WAS STUFFED SO FULL in there. It felt
like my vagina was going to explode. Monique started pushing the sponge
in and out, in and out, washing me.
I looked at myself in the ceiling mirror - soapy foamy bubbles were
leaking out all over my pussy, dripping down all over me down there.
Milk oozed out of both my bosoms. Monique squished the sponge in and
out of me - AND IT FELT SO GOOD. Then she looked at me and smiled, and
with an extra push crammed it deep inside me, all the way to my cervix
and she twisted and spun the sponge around, and I almost had an orgasm,
it felt so good.
"I think we need just a tiny bit more,", Monique said, and she reached
down to the serving station and pulled out another sponge-on-a-stick
thing. She drizzled more liquid soap on it, and - I couldn't believe it
- she pushed that one too right up into my vagina. Gobs of foamy soap
squished out of my my vagina, getting all over my pussy. I couldn't
even see my pussy in the mirror anymore, everything down there was just
covered in soapy foam bubbles.
Now Monique pushed with one sponge and pulled with the other, like a
see-saw, and I could feel it so strong inside me, so good inside me, and
I orgasmed again - I couldn't help it. Monique was between my two
legs,
pushing and pulling those sponge stick handles in and out, and I was
spread-eagled with my legs in the stirrups while she did this, and my
orgasm blasted my whole self - blasted, I tell you, and milk was
shooting out of my nipples, squirting all over everywhere as my whole
body jerked and my bosoms just went everywhere - milk was getting all
over me, and more soapy foam squished out of my vagina and I cramped
down hard-hard-hard hard with my vagina as Monique continued to push and
pull on the sponges she had put up inside me.
GOD, my vagina was stuffed to bursting.
Monique kept pumping the sponges inside of me, one in and one out, using
both of her hands.
The feeling was incredible - I could feel the sponges so deep inside me,
one would hit my cervix, and then right after that the other would hit
it too. The sponges scraped the insides of my vagina and the sensation
was so intense I could hardly stand it, the feelings were so good, so
strong, and I was so stuffed.
Soapy foam covered my entire pussy now, I saw it in the mirror.
"We're not done yet, Monique," Monique said to me, and she reached down
and pulled out another sponge-on-a-stick. She loaded it with liquid
soap, and held it right up next to the other two sitcks that were coming
out of my vagina - and she smiled quite sweetly at me. Then, she
lowered it just a bit and pushed it up into my bottom, into my anus,
deep in it went into me. This gigantic sponge filled my bottom so full,
and I felt even more foamy soap coming out of me. Monique used one
hand
to hold the two sponge handles from my vagina and the other hand to hold
the one in my bottom, and she started the in-and-out pumping again, and
I came - I came like a bridesmaid having her first orgasm - no, it was
like one hundred orgasms all combined into one single body-wrenching
experience - one so strong that nothing could ever match it. I was
humping up and down, and Monique was pumping the soapy sponges in and
out of my vagina and my bottom, and I was drunk from the vodka, and I
totally and completely lost it and was thrashing around like a fish out
of water and I felt those sponges going in and out of me, in and out of
my vagina, in and out of my bottom, while I orgasmed and orgasmed and my
whole entire body was wrecked through and through - totally and
completely out of control.
I was in a daze - my whole body was orgasming, not just my vagina, and
my arms and legs quivered and squeezed and shook hard, and then harder,
and then harder still!
I felt the sponge up inside my bottom going in and out, and the two
sponges in my vagina going in and out - my whole body and my brain was
blasted into obliviion - blasted with feelings from my vagina that
smashed feelings into my entire body. I was shaking everywhere and it
didn't stop - all I could feel was my vagina and bottom and the sponges
in there going in and out, in and out, in and out. I looked up at the
ceiling mirror and milk was squirting out of my nipples, almost pouring
out as they bounced around with my orgasmic convulsion. Monique pulled
out one of the sponges from my vagina and held it up for me to see - it
was so foamy. My orgasm slowed and finally stopped, and Monique pulled
the other one out of my vagina, and set them both aside. Then she
pulled the last sponge from out of my bottom, and I finally felt like
all my parts were not filled to bursting anymore.
Looking in the mirror, my crotch was filled with so much foamy soap, I
couldn't even see my pussy - evertthingbig foamy soapy mess.
"Pretty good cleaning, don't you think?" Monique said to me, with a big
wide smile on her face.
I could hardly think, I could hardly exist, even - my whole body was
spent. Spent and done and exhausted.
"Now it's time to learn about bosoms - to learn about bosoms and milk"
Monique said to me. She reached down and touched my left breast - it
had been squirting milk out, but now it was only oozing. I looked at
Monique's breasts, and both of hers were oozing milk out too.
"You can't stop lactating - you wont ever stop - not now, not ever"
Monique said to me. She touched the aurelole of my left breast and
rubbed her finger very lightly around on it - it felt like an electric
shock was coming out of her finger and going deep down into my bosom -
milk shot out of my nipple in a shower as she did this.
She reached down with her other hand to my right breast and ever-so-
lightly brushed her finger on that nipple, and milk squirted out of it,
out into the air and some of it landed on her fingers.
"You can't stop lactating. You can't stop now, you will alwasys make
milk, and it will never, ever stop," she said to me.
Then she leaned over and gently took my nipple into her mouth and
sucked, and GOD, THAT FELT GOOD! It felt so good and milk poured out of
my nipple into her mouth, and I loved it - I could not think of
anything
that had ever felt so good as she sucked my nipple into her mouth and
rubbed her tongue around on me - around my breast, around the milk that
was coming out of me like a flood.
She sucked and drank from me for about a minute. Then she pulled her
mouth away, and looked right into my eyes.
"This is your aureole" she said, and she took her fingers and rubbed
them all around my aureole. "It's really sensitive" she said, and her
fingers were shooting sensations deep into my bosom tissues - not just
on the skin she was touching, but deep into the bosom tissues of my
breasts.
"Your bosoms are filled with mammary glands, glands that eject milk into
your nipples. During pregnancy, they expand and branch out and grow
larger, stimulated by the hormones estrogen and prolactin. Surrounding
your mammary glands are special cells - myoepithelial cells that
contract and squeeze down on these mammary glands. The milk gets
squeezed from there into your lactiforous ducts which leads to your
nipple pores - and so out comes the milk."
She squeezed my bosom and out shot some sprays of milk from my nipple.
"You, Monique," she said to me, "do not require pregnancy - your bosoms
will always lactate, your bosoms will always make milk, always - now and
forever."
Now she took both of my bosoms in her hands and squeezed around the
nipples, and milk shot out of them in showers.
She leaned over again and kissed my other nipple, and then licked it and
then sucked it deep into her mouth - and I felt the milk squirting out
of me deep into the back of her throat, and she swallowed and sucked
more.
As she was doing all of this, milk was leaking out of her own breasts -
oozing out of her nipples as she bent over me, and I wished I could kiss
them and drink her milk too.
GOD, this felt good - Monique kept nursing my breast, and with her hands
she started gently squeezing my breast, helping to guide the milk into
her mouth, helping my breast to squeeze out more milk. I knew what it
tasted like - it was isanely delicious - it wasn't even like a flavor,
it was like an experience - like the very best day there could ever be
out of ten thousand days, like the finest honey that had ever been made
by any bees, and yes, like maybe you were to just about have the best
orgasm you had ever imagined.
And then Monique did have an orgasm, a really strong one - I could tell,
even though she was trying not to show it but her body was quivering
and
squirming, and she sucked my nipple so hard it went all the way into the
back of her throat as she wiggled and squirmed. Milk squirted out of
her own bosoms now, squirting and landing on me in puddles that dripped
down my sides.
After a bit, Monique stopped nursing me. Lifting her head from my
bosom, she looked at me right in the eye and said "Your aureoles secrete
a small amount of lipoid fluid. This moisturizes the nipples so that
they do not get dried out and cracked during breastfeeding."
"You are filled to the brim with female hormones now. Now and you always
will be - forever. I know you were a man in your past life, but all
that is gone now. and you are female now, and you always will be. You
will lactate - every minute, every day, always and forever."
Monique looked down at me - and she knew that this was herself - she was
teaching herself from so long ago about what her new life would be here
at "The Restaurant" - now, and what was to come.
"Monique, you cannot even begin to imagine what is in store for you at
'The Restaurant'" she said.
"I know you feel like you have had some orgasms - but you haven't, not
really. Not like the ones you will have. The orgasms that you have
felt before, maybe they felt like dynamite blasing into you body, right?
That's just the beginning for you, that was like a grain of sand - a
single grain from and entire beach."
"Your orgasms have been like one tiny, single raindrop in a miles-wide
thunderstorm - but wait until you feel that whole thunderstorm inside
your own vagina, and inside your own bosoms. Everything you have felt
so far is like a dust grain in the wind - what you have felt is nothing,
nothing at all compared to what you will feel."
"It will happen to you" this Monique thought to herself - "it will
happen to you, and it's not too far off now." This Monique looked down
at me and she knew that it was really herself she was looking at . All
the Moniques were her, and all of the Moniques at 'The Restaurant' were
her, they were all her and she knew that the Monique she was talking to
was really the first Monique. That was why this conversation was so
special. She was talking to herself from so long ago,
Monique reached down and cupped her hands on on my pussy, gently rubbing
me, holding me, and then put two of her fingers inside my vagina,
holding me getnly and lovingly.
"You are going to serve so much food from here - all kinds of wonderful
foods" she said to me, and wiggled her fingers inside my vagina.
"Brussel sprouts with lemon, tuna salad, macaroni and cheese - and every
single one of these foods will taste one thousand times better than it
ever could because of your wonderful vagina."
"You have so many Restaurant adventures in store for you. You can't
imagine how wonderful it will be, and how good of a food server you will
become."
Milk leaked out of her breasts as she talked to me, and milk leaked out
of mine too.
"You have had the last few days to get accustomed to 'The Restaurant' -
I think you liked it" she said to me, and indeed I did like it.
"Are you ready to go to the next level?"
Nadine
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