Hello all! First chapter of a new series that is a collaboration between myself and SurlyUnskilled/Unskilled, another writer.
Contains: futa on female, huge/hyper sizes, cum inflation, etc.
As always, this story is ridiculous and absurd! Comments and feedback are always welcome.
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Stars twinkled against the blanket of night above a large town. The moon shone brightly, half-full and sitting high in the sky. A large sign shone against the darkness, sitting atop a drab, brown-roofed building. "Wildcard Pizza" the sign read, flashing brightly and accompanied by a lit up hand of cards. 3 of the cards faced towards the street and showed all aces, while the last was turned away, showing only a question mark on its back. The cards lit up one by one, before the entire thing flashed brightly; it was a sign that looked more at home on a Las Vegas casino than on a pizza restaurant. Several bodies moved inside, indicating that the location was open even at this late hour.
Through one of the windows that was plastered with advertisements for new specials and items on the menu, one could see several employees standing around. The restaurant was currently empty of customers, which was to be expected of this late hour. Of the employees standing idly, chatting or otherwise occupying themselves, none looked even remotely interested in working. All of the workers were dressed in the same standard uniform: a black t-shirt with a stylized version of the company name emblazoned in white across the front that was tucked into a pair of dark red shorts that ended mid-thigh. A somewhat casual outfit for a simple food chain, but here that was the norm.
A tall, taller than everyone else in the building at least, redhead, leaned her back against a counter, tapping away at her phone. Next to her stood a shorter brunette who's hair was streaked with lines of pink, fiddling around on a work computer, doing her best to legitimately look busy. Behind them an even shorter black-haired woman, shorter than the partially-dyed brunette, was bent over one of the counters, wiping the same spot on the aforementioned counter with a towel in one hand, while casually scrolling through her phone on the other. Even further behind her, almost hidden behind a shelf of pizza boxes, was the fourth and final employee of the night - a blonde who was arbitrarily shifting items around, humming a song to herself. This group made up the usual night crew at the locally famous Wildcard Pizza restaurant.
This group of girls were representative of the pizza chain's motto: variety. The blonde in the back who was barely noticeable behind the racks and racks of empty boxes possessed a pair of breasts nearly as large as her torso. The expansive mammaries stretched her shirt to the breaking point and pushed into the metal racks over a foot away from her. Her nipples, which were as big as a grown man's thumb at the least, and perpetually hard, threatened to tear holes in the stretchy fabric of her shirt. A light clanging could be heard as she moved, a not-so-subtle hint at the pierced-status of her massive milkers.
The next girl, who was pretending to clean the counter she currently leaned over, was no-less remarkable; albeit her insane endowment rested on the other end of the body. Her skinny, ebony-colored legs were attached to a truly enormous posterior. Much like the shirt of the simple uniform, the shorts were also made of an incredibly stretchy material to make up for the ridiculous proportions of the employees. The black girl's ass tested the elasticity of the fabric, pushing it to its limits. It was like two basketballs had been stuffed into her red shorts, and they jiggled and bounced obscenely with the slightest movements. Her small, skinny frame only made her bountiful behind even more comical looking - comical and sexy.
The two girls at the front appeared to be fairly average to the casual observer. Both possessed nice bodies to be sure - perky butts and large breasts adorned both of their bodies, although the shorter girl was just a little more blessed in these areas. However, if one looked instead at the front of their red shorts, they would notice a peculiar thing: both girls had absurdly large bulges that pushed the crimson fabric outward. The redhead's bulge sat solidly in the front of her shorts, looking like she was smuggling a soccer ball in her too-small shorts, while the brunette's bulge was slightly differently shaped; while her shorts were pushed out far, a long bulge also snaked around her waist, reaching halfway across her back. Both of these girls were in fact futanari, a sex that possesed the genitalia of both male and females, while appearing outwardly feminine. Not only were they futanari, they were well-endowed futanari at that.
This was the crew that currently manned the counters and cooking stations at the Wildcard Pizza restaurant. The group of ladies was indicative of the pizza joint's motto: a fetish for every topping. Big tits, huge asses, girls with dicks and more - you name it, they had it. While other establishments focused on one type of specially endowed person or another, this pizza place specialized in variety! This was the speech that all the workers got when they first joined, workers who were still screwing around, bored. However, the monotony of the night was soon broken up by the ringing of the phone at the counter, which the brown-haired futa quickly picked up,
"Thank you for calling Wildcard Pizza, a fetish for every topping. This is Amelia speaking, how may I help you?" the brunette futanari, Amelia, answered cheerfully, her voice naturally sliding into her customer service voice, "Mhm. Yes, we are open! Yes we can. Yes that special is currently available. How many people? Ok! The Double Sausage Special? You got it! Can I get a name and address? Ok that'll be..."
Amelia finished taking the order before hanging up the phone with a bubbly "see you soon!". She typed several more things into the computer in front of her, finally able to use it for actual work. Pressing another button on the computer, the small personal printer next to the machine whirred to life and printed out 2 receipts. Ripping them apart, Amelia took one and turned around, placing it against the counter that separated the kitchen from the front of the restaurant. Despite the fact that they had clearly gotten an order, none of the girl's made a move to start actually working. The smiling futa stood there for nearly a minute, holding her end of the receipt in front of her chest, staring at the dickgirl next to her. She wasn't annoyed quite yet, used to her younger coworker's laziness.
"Catherine. Catherine. Cat!" Amelia called out, her voice raising an octave with each utterance of the girl's name, breaking the other futanari from her focus.
