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The Server
By Killerwhale Zeus

(MC, M/F, gr, gluttony)

(14, 15/02/2001, 16/02/2001)

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WARNING:
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This story contains explicit descriptions of sex and other material
that may offend some readers (including non-consensual acts). If you
are offended by things of this nature, OR IT IS ILLEGAL to access this
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Candice was successful, beautiful, rich and intelligent. But right now she
was miserable. Her boyfriend of three years, Simon, had just announced the
previous evening that he was ending their relationship. He wanted to meet
new people. He wanted to have some more fun. And ... he wanted the apartment.

Candice had not yelled or screamed. She was a calm and dignified person.
She had shed a tear or two as she had packed a single suitcase and
prepared to leave. Candice did not care what happened to her possessions
or the apartment. Simon could have them for all she cared. All Candice
wanted was to get as far away from Simon as possible.

At the threshold to the doorway of their apartment, she turned around
and faced him down. Dedicated until the end, she asked him if their
differences were not reconcilable.

'I'm sleeping with your best friend Janine.' Came his reply.

Years of love-addled fog shattered at that moment, and Candice realised
what a jerk Simon really was.

'Good luck, Simon. I hope you find happiness and fulfilment.' She said,
turning and walking down the corridor to the lift, never to see Simon
again.

For his part, Simon realised what a stupid mistake he'd made. Candice
pulled in three hundred grand a year as one of the city's top advertising
executives. She was a great lay and was the smartest, most attractive
person he had ever met. She was also wise and contented. Yep, he really
blew his chance there.


Candice checked in to the Ritz. The most expensive hotel in the city. She
would live here for a few weeks while she shopped around for another
apartment. Her plan was to stay at her beach house on the weekends.

Candice took a long and luxurious bath. The bathroom was huge, about the
large enough for six pool tables, but it only had one. The whole room
was decked out in gold and marble. The bath was more of a spa, large
enough for eight, but sort of lonely for only one.

Candice turned the bubbles on high and let the water stream over her
milky white skin. Her pert breasts rode up and down slightly in the
turbulent froth. Candice was unhappy, but she was wise enough to recognise
the emotion and to deal with it. She was more puzzled about why Simon
had left her.

'He just doesn't know what he wants from life,' she told herself.

After a few bottles of hotel champagne, her emotions were a little less
in check. Candice climbed out of the bath and wandered in to the main
bedroom, stumbling a little from the intoxicating effects of the
alcohol.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Candice knew she was pretty. Her body
was fit and slender. A person she had met once, Simon, in fact, had
told her that Elizabeth Hurley could have been her less desirable sister.

The thought of Simon made her sad. Her shoulders sagged and Candice could
see her forehead crease. A few more wrinkles here, a few more there. She
was in her late thirties and time was slowly catching up with her. Not
that it normally bothered Candice. She was usually totally at peace with
herself and her life. But even the most balanced people can feel insecure,
especially when their best friend has just run off with their boyfriend.

Candice cupped her breasts. They were well shaped, but not overly large.
Using her hands like a super-bra, she pushed them up to get some cleavage.

'Perhaps if my breasts were more of a handful, Simon would not have been
so quick to jump ship.'

Her reflection had no answer to that riddle and did not offer any words
of consolation.

Rather than ordering room service, Candice decided to go down to the
hotel restaurant for meal. Mainly to be in the company of other humans.

She slipped in to her favourite dress and put on some make-up. Candice
went down to the restaurant, stopping only to swap her slippers for
a pair of high-heels boots. Dressing up and looking her best was a
confidence booster, and by the time Candice entered the eating area, she
was looking forward to a five star meal.


Candice was met at door by the head waiter. He was a jolly French man,
with an outrageous accent and a more outrageous moustache ... a thin
ribbon of hair that spanned thirty centimetres across, held in a classic
curved shaped by two handfuls of hair gel everyday.

'Ah Madame! So good to being see you!' He said, grabbing her by the arm
and guiding her to a sheltered and soft seat by the window. 'And how
are we this evening?'

Candice appreciated his friendliness and the merry twinkle in his eye.
The touch of a human hand on her elbow and the alcohol in her blood
caused her to sag in sadness, 'I've been better.'

The waiter did a double-take, 'What is this? You are unhappy??? That
is simply not acceptable my little cup-cake. But do not fear.' He
pulled her chair out for her, and Candice lowered herself on to the
plush seat. With a flourish, he bowed and placed a napkin on her lap.
While he was down there, he stole a quick kiss on her hand. 'I will
have the chef prepare you the most sumptuous feast a person has did
ever partake upon and of ... with steak and cake and strawberries
galore!'

Candice smiled at his enthusiasm, 'My ex-boyfriend liked strawberries.'

The waiter smiled knowingly, 'I have just the man for you. Jacque!
Jacque!' He called out to a waiter on the other side of the eating
room. The new man approached and Candice was taken aback by how
handsome he was. He was tall and muscular, with black hair and intense
brooding eyes. Despite her sadness, the sight of this hunk in a waiter's
uniform made her heart rise to her throat. She missed her Simon.

'This is Jacque, he will be serving you this evening.'

'Hi.' Said the man, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, 'It's
Jason actually, but it makes him happy.'

Candice grinned. It felt good to smile again.

'Are you ready to order?' Asked Jason. The head waiter turned on him
and began to hit him with one of the A3 menus. 'Are you a fool? I
think you must be. Tonight this beautiful woman is our guest! She is
to have the special menu and you are not to cut any corners! Do you
being understanding?'

Jason laughed while fending off the mock blows, 'All right, all right,
the special menu! I understand.'

Jason walked off towards the kitchen. The head waiter turned to
Candice, 'I am terribly sorry, Madame, he is a good boy, but sometimes
I wonder if his parents did not drop him on his pretty head.'

'It's quite all right. I thank-you. You're all too kind to me.'

'Ah Madame, it is nothing, I assure you. Thank me at the end of your
meal, when our chef has pleasured in you a way that no mere ex-boy-
friend could ever being hoping to achieve.'

'I will. I ... thanks.' The merriment of this man was infectious, and
Candice felt safe, happy and warm.

'And now, Madame, I must bid you adieu, for I am old and not so
attractive ... this room is the finest in the southern hemisphere, and
you are finer than this room. I fear I only sully this perfect scene and
must remove myself. Only Jason could hope to fit in amongst this
true perfection. He is handsome, no? Perhaps you and he may find love
before this evening is out, no?' The kindly waiter began to walk away,
mumbling to himself and stroking his moustache. 'You are both so pretty
and lonely, you are like my children to me. I only want you all to be
happy.'


Soon, Candice was all alone. She looked out the window at the city
scape below. It was light, warm and airy inside the restaurant, but
outside, the rain was sleeting down on the windows. Candice was glad
she was inside.

Candice was wrapped up in the peaceful weather outside that she did
not hear Jason approach. A deep voice beside her said, 'Entree is
here, Madame.'

Candice jumped. Jason stood there sheepishly, holding a tray with a
smattering of small delicacies. He placed it in front of her and
waited for her to take the first bite. Candice daintily picked up
one of the snacks, it was a tiny pastry puff of some sort, shaped
unlike any entree she had scene. She bit in to the crispy treat and
a warm gush of delicious filling flowed in to her mouth. The delicate
flavours sank in to the surface of her tongue and hinted at warm
summer days and long lost loves. It was so sublime that Candice closed
her eyes to devote more attention to her sense of taste.

Jason stood there, watching Candice enraptured with the morsels. She
was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Candice opened her eyes and saw Jason staring at her. She blushed and
quickly raised her napkin to her mouth. 'I'm sorry, Jason. That was
just the most delicious pastry product I have ever tasted. I'd be
happy to forgo any other foods the chef has planned ... just bring me
a bucket of these!' She said, lifting another.

Jason laughed, 'Madame, these are just the appetisers, the main
meal is better ... and well ... the dessert just has to be seen to be
believed.'

Candice found that hard to believe ... this entree was delish. She looked
down at the tray only to find that it was empty. She had already eaten
it all. Jason picked up the tray and the empty glass of champagne that had
been provided free of charge.

'The chef already has his instructions, the soup will be ready in about
ten minutes.'

Suddenly, Candice was afraid that Jason would go, leaving her alone.

'Jason, sit for a while.'

He nodded and placed the tray back on the table. He pulled up a seat from
a nearby table and sat down.

'What can I do for you Madame?' He asked.

'For a start, you can call me Candice ... that's my name.'

'That's a beautiful name,' he said, looking in to her eyes. Candice felt
herself begin to fall in to them, before pulling herself away.

'Tell me, Candice, why is a beautiful, intelligent woman like you dining
alone?'

'I just left my boyfriend, Simon ... Well, he ended it, so I guess I should
really say that he left me.'

Jason put his hand on her shoulder, 'Well, Simon is a jerk. Tell me, when
was the last time he took you out for a meal like this?'

'A meal like this?' She asked, 'Well, never like *this* one ... but a meal
of any sort? It was long time I guess. We just sort of fell out of the
habit. What with me working late and him ... him sleeping with Janine.'

'Don't worry, Candice, you'll forget about him soon enough.'

'I know I'll get over him ... but ... I don't know how long it will take.'

'It may be sooner than you think ... you might meet the man of your
dreams tomorrow or the day after that. Trust us, you'll be fine.'

Candice smiled a small little smile at him. Despite her misery, she was
feeling better. Jason stood up, 'I must go and get your soup.'


He returned minutes later with a bowl of steaming hot soup. Candice had
never smelt the aroma before but Jason would not say what the ingredients
were. The soup was just as good as the entree, but whereas the pastries
tickled her mouth, the soup flowed down her throat and in to her stomach,
warming all her extremities and suffusing her with a contended glow. She
motioned for Jason to sit down.

'It's just so unfair,' she said, loosening up and feeling that she wanted
to tell Jason all her feelings. 'Why can break-ups be amicable?' The soup
had finished warming her body and was now beginning to creep up her neck
and in to her mind. The warm glow seemed to wrap a blanket around her
mind and she felt care free and happy for the first time in months.

'What was I talking about?' she asked suddenly losing her chain of
thought.

'Your break-up,' replied Jason gently stroking her hand.

'Oh yeah, with ... um ... what's-his-name ...' Candice could remember his
body and his actions, but the face and the name of her boyfriend momentarily
eluded her. All she could remember was the humiliation of that moment he
had dumped her.

'I think you said it was Simon.'

'Right, right, Simon. That creep.' Candice looked down at her bowl, it
was empty. 'That soup was good. I feel so warm and happy. She repaid
Jason's gentle caressing by rubbing her foot up and down the inside of
his thigh. With regret he slowly stood up. 'I must get you the main
course. The chef says that tonight he is feeling happy and when the chef
is happy, his food approaches that of Zen.'


He returned shortly with a tray full of food. On the first plate was
meat from some exotic bird, garnished to within an inch of its life, erh,
tender meat.

Jason followed that with a plate of trussed up vegetables, followed by
a pasta dish, followed by a nut dish ... a seemingly endless parade of
fine foods, each one better than the last. Candice was amazed at the
amount she ate. Each mouthful triggered new sensations in her. By the
fifth plate, the sensations had moved out of her mouth and in to the
more erogenous parts of her body. The moment the seasoning from one
vegetable touched her tongue, her vagina began to tingle most
unexpectedly.

Candice wiggled in her seat trying to calm the feeling. As a fresh and
juicy piece of raw fish slid down her throat, her nipples jumped to
attention. Their hardness was almost painful, and Candice was unable
to will them to go down. All she could do was eat more food and shift
around, trying to relieve some of the sexual tension that was building
in every pore of her body.

For his part, Jason kept handing her more food. He even took to scoop
the food up and shovelling it in himself. He seemed to be enjoying her
reactions as each food made her hotter and hotter.

One particularly good mouthful elicited a small moan of pleasure from
Candice, and soon each bite caused her to call out in pleasure. She
began to grind herself in to the chair, enjoying the food too much
to stop, but experiencing so much unrelieved pleasure that it was
almost painful.

Abruptly, main course was over.

Jason stood and gathered the plates. Candice was panting with desire.
Her panties were soaked and her dress seemed constrictive and tight. She
realised she was gripping the table so tightly her knuckles were white.
With an embarrassed blush, she let go and picked up her napkin off the
floor where it had fallen. She smiled at Jason and he smiled back, a
small knowing smirk.


He returned with the dessert trolley.

Candice thought back to all the food she had eaten and shook her head
demurely, 'I couldn't possibly eat another thing.'

Jason ignored her protest and began to serve up a helping of dark rich
chocolate cake, topped in small red strawberries that were
practically screaming 'Eat me! I'm the most succulent thing ever grown.'

Gingerly, Candice scooped one up with a spoon and placed it in her mouth.
A burst of adrenalin flashed through her body. Small electrical waves
of pleasure spasmed all over her. She ate another and was rewarded with
more jolts.

Soon Jason was serving up dish after dish of sweet dessert and Candice
ate everything. It seemed far more than one single person could
possibly eat and Candice wondered where it was all going. She found out
soon enough. After one fluffy truffle dish, Candice felt her breasts
begin to swell. The strapless dress she was wearing was already tight
against her chest, but now it was beginning to cut off her circulation.

Even as Candice watched, she could her see her breasts growing. The dress
did not have much slack, and it soon gave up under the pressure. With an
audible *pop!* her melon sized mammaries burst out of their prison.
Still they kept growing. Soon they were almost as large as soccer balls.

'These are biggest tits I've ever seen!' exclaimed Candice, throwing down
her spoon and grabbing them. Jason nodded appreciatively ... he even
stopped serving food for a moment. Candice felt that she should have been
concerned about her gigantic tits and the fact that she was now exposing
them in the restaurant ... yet all she could think of was how her next
boy-friend would not be so quick to leave her. She pointed her huge jugs
at Jason and gave them a shake. He was grinning like a man seeing
exposed breasts, which he was. He reached out and gave the large, erect
nipples a tweak. Candice gasped in pleasure and pushed them in to his
hands.

Jason heard a small bell and reluctantly pulled back. 'Dessert's over,
I'm afraid Candice.'

Candice could not hide her disappointment, 'What do you mean?'

Jason's frown turned in to another grin, 'Now it's time for SECOND
desserts.'

He reached down to a lower shelf on the trolley and pulled back a cloth
to reveal another round of dishes. He placed one in front of Candice
and she began to ram the food in to her mouth. Large chunks of it fell
on to her exposed tits and Jason had no choice but to lick it off.

This time the food was even more delicious. Candice was in ecstasy. Even
as she ate, she could feel her breasts becoming more sensitive. Her cunt
began to throb with anticipation. Candice was becoming more and more
turned on. The last course seemed to have made her breasts bigger, this
course seemed to be making her incredibly horny. In between mouthfuls
she found herself thinking more and more about Jason. About what it would
be like to rip that cute waiter's uniform off him and to run her hands all
over his body ... but at this time she could not stop eating. The food
was just too good. Each mouthful pushed her to the brink of orgasm, but
then quickly pulled back. The food was like a drug, pushing her on but
never quite enough. Her thighs, crotch, breasts and lips were in a
highly charged state and it was all she could do to not rip off her
dress and ram her fingers in her juicy cunt.

'Third desserts!' announced Jason, serving from a new shelf. This food
seemed to release Candice from her eating frenzy and while she ate, she
began to concentrate more and more on Jason. He reached over to place
a new bowl in front of her and she grabbed his arm. She pulled him over
and buried his face in her vastly expanded breasts. Candice jiggled them
and rubbed them against him until he needed to breathe. She pushed the
dishes off the table and forced him on to his back. She climbed a top
of him and tore off his shirt. He was super-fit with out an ounce of
fat and the sight of his naked male flesh drove her in to a slutty frenzy.
She whipped off his waiter's apron and pulled down his pants.

Jason meanwhile was busy too. He slid her dress down and off. Candice's
body was unchanged by the food, fit and trim. Her breasts, however,
were giant examples of how gravity should not work. Candice grabbed a
cream dish and smeared the white goo all over her breasts. Her nipples
were so hard now that every time her tits wobbled, she could not
suppress a groan of pleasure. Jason began to lick off the cream, gently
chewing on the soft, firm tissue. He took a nipple between his teeth
and began to gently tease it. Candice moaned in pleasure and lowered
herself on to him, grinding her hips in to him in an effort to take as
much of Jason inside her as possible. She got more cream and smeared it
all over his chest and repaid his favour. 

'Oh Jason! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!' She said, pumping as fast as she
could. She had already cum three times and was sure another three were
mere moments away. Jason obliged and began to buck harder. Candice
screamed in joy, 'You're so good!'

'I live to serve,' said Jason, grinning.

They spent the rest of the night in the throes of food-induced passion.


The next day Candice went to the toilet and crapped all the changes out
of her. Food rarely remains in your digestive system for more than 48
hours.


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The End.
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Notes:
This story is my contribution to the "ASSTR second server coming online
challenge". The Server = The Waiter ... get it??? Waiters serve food,
they are servers. Witty witty witty.

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