Story about RaraNana's (https://www.deviantart.com/rarararanana) girl Liv going for a midnight snack. Wanted to write a story about a regular fella interacting with a very muscular girl and RaraNana allowed me to me to use Liv for it.

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LIV'S MIDNIGHT SNACK

As the clock mercifully ticked towards the end of my shift, I could feel every minute weighing down on my shoulders like a ton of bricks. In just five minutes I would be able to close the register and get the hell out of here unless someone walked in those doors right now and asked for some chicken.


At my work it was a rule that we had to keep the place open even if one customer entered, it didn't matter if there were seconds left until closing time. I can count the times a group of frat boys, an angry brat, or a guy with the munchies entered just in the nick of time and cost me my freedom.


The overtime pay was pretty good but the customers that came at this hour were a hassle. Rude people complaining that I would not roast a chicken late at night, angry women hitting me for not having their orders in a minute, and guys that left a mess after their messy meals.


Glancing at the clock I see there are only two minutes left before I can lock up and leave. I looked at the entrance and was happy to see it was a ghost town, just a couple of cars drove past but they didn't stop and I saw no people nearby.


This is good, just two minutes and I could head out -


DING DONG


My shoulders dropped as the bell signaled a customer entering the shop. My body tensed up as I straightened my back, putting my customer service face on.


I wondered who it would be this time, a lady with her brats, teens looking for a place to hang out, or maybe just some guy looking for a quick snack. When I finally turned around I found myself staring straight into the eyes of a behemoth of a woman.


She was massive, I'm talking mountainous, her presence filled the room, dominating every inch of space as if she owned it. Then I saw her muscles... dear lord, the muscles.


They bulged and rippled beneath her skin, every movement making her limbs tense and flex. Her arms were larger than my torso, her thighs as thick as the pillars that held the restaurant together and the sounds of cracking concrete told me her muscles were not just for show.


I'm glad she was so large she had to enter the restaurant sideways since that meant she didn't notice me ogling her, unable to take my eyes off her massive build. When the huge woman was finally inside, she took slow, deliberate steps toward the counter that made shivers run down my spine.


The floor groaned beneath her weight, cracks forming with each heavy step. Noticing the damage, I immediately wrote a note telling the manager to check the security footage the next morning so I wouldn't get blamed, knowing he wouldn’t believe me if I just told him what happened on my shift.


"This is it, I'm dead," I thought, imagining all the ways the lady could end me if I made her mad.


Punching, stomping, breaking, kicking, the list seemed endless. I imagined her crushing me into paste because I made her wait too much, punching me out of the restaurant because I told her we don’t serve Italian food or kicking me when I tried to run away.


I tried to get a good look at her face to see how mad she was but her long blonde hair obscured it. Going around the counter I yelped when I caught a glimpse of one of her eyes, the fierce purple glow piercing through the veil of hair.


Rushing back to my spot behind the counter, I felt a wave of terror wash over me as the woman got closer and closer. I heard the glasses rattle with every step, more and more lights flickering as she walked.


Now that she was in front of me her shadow cast over the entire counter. Looking up all I could see was her huge chest, her cleavage stretching what seemed like a one-piece swimsuit that clearly struggled to keep her massive muscles contained.


Looking at the torn sides and loose threads I figured that her outfit must have covered more skin at one point and her muscles just ripped through the sleeves and pants of her suit. I imagined how that must have looked until the sounds of her stretching skin brought me back to reality, realizing I had seconds before the lady snapped thanks to my lousy service.


She crossed her arms while waiting, making her muscles bulge and her boobs rise, pushing against her swimsuit and threatening to burst out. My heart skipped a beat as I caught a glimpse of the veins running across her abs and chest.


I was not able to look at her face and all I wanted was to know what was on her head, was she waiting for something? or was she thinking of something to say?


"I-Is there anything I can help you with miss?"


Silence.


I couldn't bring myself to look up, all I expected was for her fist to come down like a hammer and flatten me.


"Yes" She suddenly said, surprising me.


Hearing her voice made me look around wondering if someone else entered while I was daydreaming. While her voice was deep it wasn't at all commanding and threatening, it felt more like the tone you would hear from a shy girl.


"Um, well, what can I get for you?"


"Well, if-if it isn't too much trouble I would like those chickens, yeah chicken" she said, pointing at the roasted birds that hung behind me.


When she pointed, her arm shot forward, causing her bicep and triceps to bulge outwards while her veins throbbed and protruded through her skin. The sight of it all made me swallow my spit, imagining what she could do with those arms and what she could do to me if I didn’t get her meal soon.


Before she got angry I opened the case, grabbed a chicken, and packed it to go. Putting the chicken on the counter, I realized she never told me how many she wanted.


"How many of these do you want, miss?"


"All of them"


"A-a-all of them? As in all the chickens? All the chickens here?"


She lets a hum that I believed meant yes.


"That would be... eleven chickens miss"


"Yes and I will eat them here please"


"What?"


"I-I will eat them here please"


"Ok, just give me a minute please!"


First, I rushed to the cooler and grabbed the biggest cola I found, then I picked up some cups and put it all on the counter. Glad to hear the sound of the soda bottle being opened I went under the counter and grabbed as many Styrofoam plates as I could hold.


I placed every plate next to each other and soon the entire counter was covered on Styrofoam. With the counter covered, I started grabbing chickens and placing them on top of the bed of plates I made.


The flimsy plates broke right away when the hefty birds were placed on them but I didn't care, only hoping that the juggernaut in front of me didn't mind my sloppy work.


Once I had the eleven chickens laid out I glanced at the soda bottle and it was already empty, making me regret not grabbing two when I had the chance.


"Miss, would you like a refill?"


"Yes please!"


"One second!"


I tossed the empty bottle and ran towards the cooler to get a new bottle. Once it is was in my hands, I came back to the counter and saw she already began eating.


She wasted no time, tearing into the first chicken with an almost animalistic ferocity. She ripped off the wings and ate them in a single bite then tore the bird apart, pulling the legs off and throwing the bones away.


The sound of cracking bones filled the air as she devoured each bird with reckless abandon, leaving nothing but a pile of stripped carcasses in her wake. While I couldn't see her face very well, the chomping, ripping and slurping sounds the customer made as she ate told me how hungry she was.


I watched in a mixture of horror and fascination how she worked her way through the chickens, finishing each bird in a matter of minutes. By the time she was done with the fifth chicken, she no longer left the bones on the plates, instead eating them along with the meat.


As the woman tore through the roasted chickens, her muscles seemed to swell with each bite, bulging even more than before. Veins snaked their way across her arms and neck, pulsating with every swallow.


With each chomp, the restaurant seemed to shake as if caught in an earthquake. I could hear her skin stretching as her muscles grew, her swimsuit tearing as her muscles peeked from the seams.


With a low rumble, she sank to the ground, her legs too muscular and swollen for the poor restaurant's floor. I watched in awe as she kept growing, her arms and legs becoming more and more defined with each passing second.


By the time she finished the eleventh chicken, the woman had grown at least twice her original size. Every muscle was pumped, veins covering them like webs, making them twitch and throb so tight it looked like her skin would pop at any moment.


I heard the Amazon lick her fingers clean, moaning with delight. Then her long arm came towards me, her hand open.


"Refill please"


"O-Of course miss"


I put the cola bottle in her palm, her fingers wrapping around it with ease. I was surprised when she tore the upper part of the bottle instead of popping the cap off.


After drinking the cola in seconds, the customer closed her hand, made a fist and when she opened it again the bottle was gone, not even a bit of plastic remained.


"I'll pay with my credit card, here you go"


Tossing the card on the counter, her hand came down and she began tapping her fingers as she waited. With every tap she left a deep dent on the surface, my heart sinking as I saw the cracks spread throughout the entire counter.


Grabbing the card, I quickly ran towards the register, hoping she didn't break the entire restaurant by tapping while I rang up the order. Luckily when I came back the counter was still in one piece, although the dents and cracks had spread more than I would have liked.


"Here's your card miss"


"Thank you," She said, picking up her card with a single finger and depositing it between her breasts, I was curious about how the card survived there but I was not dumb enough to ask.


Happy that I somehow managed to survive my encounter with the colossus I began to clean up the mess she made. I was about to toss the plates when a loud shriek made me stop in my tracks.


"OH MY WHAT DID I DO!"


I gotta say I never expected to see a woman like her panicking but there she was, freaking out and trying to move as slowly and gently as possible.


"Are you ok miss?"


"N-No! I'm sorry I didn't want to wreck your restaurant! I-I just was so hungry and I wasn't thinking! I'm really sorry, I-I-I will fix it, yeah I know who can help! Please don't be mad!"


Not letting me get a word in, she headed towards the exit, promising she would bring help and that they would fix the place. As the colossal woman attempted to navigate her way out of the restaurant, it was impossible not to look at her back and ass.


Her back, broad and imposing, rippled with sinewy definition, each muscle group clearly delineated beneath her skin like a topographical map. As she shifted her weight, her glutes flexed in a way that made them resemble two massive boulders, taut and solid.


Like before she turned sideways to go through the door but as she attempted to squeeze herself through the doorway, it became painfully clear that her size was simply too much for the entrance to bear. With a deafening crack, the door frame splintered and buckled under the force of her massive frame, causing her to fall face-first through the doorway and onto the parking lot.


There was a loud crash as her gigantic body landed on the asphalt, the sound of metal and concrete being crushed ringing throughout the restaurant. Rushing to the door to see what happened, I saw her look around and grow red in the face as she noticed her handiwork, her shoulders tensing and flexing with every breath she took.


"SO SORRY!" She shrieked as she ran away, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.


I stood there for a moment, unsure of what had just happened. I could hear her promises of coming back and fixing the mess mixed with the sounds of glass breaking and metal crunching as she ran through the parking lot.


Looking at the time, I flipped the Open sign to Closed and searched for any women like her who lived in the area, if the hulking girl said she was coming back I might as well learn her name while I waited.