Scrap 1 - He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder...

He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder. With every thump bits of plaster from the ceiling rained down while the lights shakes on their cords and the drinks quivered in their glasses. The cafe was bustling, as it tended to be in the morning, and the bunny man was the only one working the counter. Luckily for him most others did just what he did, stopped and stared as they quite literally felt those footsteps. Unluckily for him, those footsteps just got closer and closer.

To say that people were shocked would be an understatement. They were so thoroughly flabbergasted that they just stood there, wide eyed and clutching whatever was nearby in a mild state of terror. It didn’t help that people outside provided a backdrop of honking and screaming, but really that was white noise to what was ploughing its way through the front door.

“Mornin’ hun!” Boomed the immense vixen, her southern drawl dripping from her maw as she punctuated it by slamming her body through the front double doors. She was huge. Gigantic even. Far bigger than any fox had a right to be. The entrance became a mess of dark brown fur, beautiful blonde mane, and thousands of pounds of woman. The glass and metal creaked as she tried to force her way inside, clad in nothing but an ill fitting apron that looked more like a necklace than an actual garment.

 With a growl rolling off her black lips she gave a heavy push through, her fat tits smashing tables aside and sending several patrons straight on their asses as she worked her way inside. People started screaming as she started taking up far more than her fair share of room inside the cafe. That didn’t matter much, as those fluffy boobs smooshed into a multitude of customers, pressing them against walls, tables, the floor. Anything really. They were overwhelmed by fox titty, unable to move and barely able to hear anything past the sound of her voice and the thump of her heartbeat.

Of course she kept pushing herself inside the ill fitting establishment. Another rough push and she managed to smash her wide hips on through, the doorway creaking loudly as an imprint of those birthing hips is left in it. Her fat ass came in next as she pushes herself toward the back counter and to the bunny. The manager.

“Sorry I’m late, hun. You wouldn’t believe the traffic. Plus my uniform shrank in the wash! Ain’t that just the darnedest thing?” She bellowed down to the bunny, giggling at it as she wiggled her hips back and forth and shimmied the rest of her body into the cafe.

At this point, laying down, her back was pressed against the ceiling and pushed those dangling lights firmly up against it. Her head was tilted down to look at her manager as her legs and ass blocked the entirety of the entrance. Folded up as she was, she seemed to take up more space than the cafe itself, her fur burgeoning from any place it could.

The patrons? Well. Suffice to say they weren’t patrons of the cafe any more. More like patrons of the vixen’s body as it flattened them. Some were lucky and were pinned beneath her immense, pillowy tits. Stuck between the floor and the soft, warm embrace of jugs the size of a person.

Others weren’t so lucky, pinned between her muscled form and a table or the wall. One even managed to get himself smashed up against the ceiling by her fat ass in a desperate attempt to escape. The resulting thump of her body checking him with a booty bigger than he sent a shudder through the entire building, and her manager’s body. A couple perhaps had the best, or worst, seat in the house depending on perspective.

Black, moist lips yawned around them. Thick, heady pheromones of a vixen that exuded sexuality and power passed over them. Hell, in began to fill the cafe itself but it was the most concentrated right there. Where her pussy ground against some customers and left them uncomfortably warm and covered in a gooey mess.

“Eyes are up here, hun.” She stated, slipping a gilded claw beneath her manager head and tilting his gaze upwards to meet hers.

“This place is usually so busy around this time, hun. But there’s nobody but us two. I actually swung by to give my two weeks” Her voice lowered into a growl. “I think I’ve outgrown this job…”