This started out as just wanting to do another food play with Casey, along with some deep-fried basket, grease dripping off her body.
What I ended up with was a tribute to an old job I used to have, waitressing (and the odd cooking shift, for extra hours) in a 50s-style diner, inside a department store. I was there for a few years, was actually a half decent job, until our department manager retired, and the new woman was a bitch that drove it into the ground. Ah well - a few years after I quit, the whole company went bankrupt and shut down all their stores - they were on the way out anyway, couldn't compete with WalMart.

Anyway, the small diner - in a corner behind the women's underwear and lingerie section - had this pastel blue & green thing going on, along with an ugly green uniform. There were old 50s bicycles and a pogo stick on the walls, and music from the time playing constantly (ugh!).

I was also just in my early 20s when I worked there, and, having just recently accepted my vore fetish, this was where I started imagining a customer grabbing and eating me, or ordering me off the menu and the cook prepare me. Those fantasies would haunt me at work sometimes, actually, making it a relief to get home...
So, this picture is an old fantasy come to life, where "Eat Your Server" is actually an option on the menu!

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