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The rumbles of Big Mac's belly kept disturbing the town's quiet, idyllic atmosphere- after a long day of working on his apple farm, the stallion decided to treat himself to a nice dinner at his favorite changeling restaurant that he was a regular customer to by then. It was never a particularly cheap outing when he visited, as the restaurant, aside from using only the highest quality ingredients, found giving its workers a high salary of the utmost importance, given that everyone in this highly respected place seemed to work much harder and with much more passion than perhaps in any other restaurant in the whole wide world.

So it was always a special occasion whenever the farmer decided to visit, and it was no different this time. He couldn't stop thinking about his upcoming feast all day, and barely ate anything so that he could fit as much food into his stomach as possible. It wasn't an all you can eat type of restaurant, but the portions were always highly generous, and Big Mac seldom found the strength in himself to devour the entire meal, often leaving a little bit of leftovers that he regretfully couldn't even finish later, as changeling food went bad notoriously quickly, as it was best consumed warm.

And so, with his rumbling belly and his mind fixated on the delicious meals that he was soon going to passionately shove into his mouth, he walked along, almost hallucinating on the way from all the anticipation. Thankfully he didn't live far from the restaurant, it was only a reasonably short walk away from his fields so getting down didn't take more than twenty minutes or so. This time it felt like even less, as the hungry stallion sped up his steps as much as he could as soon as he spotted the shiny red roof of the restaurant in the distance, wanting to get there as soon as possible.

Soon enough, he was already inside the building after walking through the beautifully decorated, almost ethereal feeling garden of the restaurant; if there were two things that changelings were talented at, they were food and decoration. Even on the inside, the hand worked wooden tables, the special plants native to the area where changelings originated from, and the dim blueish-purplish lights all worked in unison to create the perfect atmosphere for a changeling style dinner.

Big Mac sat down at one of the tables, patiently waiting for a waiter to arrive and take his order, wondering what he should order today. He didn't even need to look at the menu, having already memorized and tasted every single item on it, and having loved every single one. He didn't have to wait for long as the restaurant wasn't packed, in fact, he was the only guest in! And though he found it unfair that such a good place wasn't attracting enough customers to be full every day, he had to admit that eating alone was always more comfortable than being in a crowded room, even if he knew most people from the town.

"Hello Sir, how are you doing today? Do you know what you're going to order?" His waiter for the evening, a beautiful blue maned white stallion named Shining Armor, used to be a knight, at least according to the gossip around town. Once a fearless, adventure loving warrior, he seemed to find his calling as a waiter in a small, quiet restaurant. His personality had also seemed to change a little bit according to those who knew him before he got the job, as he was quite feisty and eccentric before, loving some good mischief and teasing, but working a regular job seemed to have put some discipline into him. Now he was a quiet, yet still always smiling model employee, always whole heartedly advertising the restaurant anywhere he went, proudly talking about his work as a waiter in such a prestigious place. And even though his old acquaintances found his change in personality a little strange, they were not ones to judge; who were they to tell him how to act, if he really did find his new life so much more fulfilling?

"I will have a... Sausage and eggs, please!" Big Mac finally spit his answer out after a bit of thinking. It was one of his favorites, a true classic- and what made the meal special other than its otherworldly taste, was the way it was served to the customers: while in all the other restaurants, the cooking happened before closed doors, here, everyone could see the process as their meal was being prepared right in front of their eyes, which was always a memorable experience.

"Sausage and eggs! What a wonderful choice! We will have it prepared right away for you, Sir!" Shining Armor's face seemed to light up upon hearing what their valued customer was going to be eating, and after jotting down the order, he hurried back into the kitchen where the two changeling cooks were already waiting for him.

"So, what is it gonna be today?" One of them asked, already in the mood to cook as there wasn't much traffic in the restaurant today, and the two of them were obviously ready and eager to work for their well-deserved paychecks.

"Our valued customer Big Mac has ordered sausage and eggs today!" The white stallion replied without missing a beat, a wide smile already on his face as he imagined seeing the happy, satisfied face of the apple farmer after having finished the meal and leaving the restaurant with a full stomach.

"Very well, let's get cooking then." The changelings replied, stepping a little closer to the waiter who obediently got down on the floor on all fours, knowing well what was to come; he had done this procedure tens, if not hundreds of times, so he knew how to behave every step of the way even without being told.

The changelings stood into their usual places, their cocks already getting harder and harder: one of them stood behind the former knight, while the other took his place right in front of him, flailing his erect cock right in front of his mouth. Shining Armor opened his mouth and arched his back to allow for easy entry at the back, and soon enough, both of his holes were nicely filled by the two erect penises being ruthlessly shoved down his openings.

Changeling cocks were notoriously thick and long and hard to take from any side, but the stallion handled it like a professional, he had been properly trained, after all! His ass was penetrated first as usual, and even though the cock went a little less smoothly than they would have liked, that was to be expected since this was the first penetration of the day. Soon enough, the precum generously oozing out of the penis was enough to properly lubricate the hole, and soon it went in and out so easily that it almost seemed like the waiter was simply born with a cock in his ass, he was so used to this treatment.

On the other end, Shining Armor prepared to take the other cock into his mouth, opening up wide like he was at the doctor's for a throat examination. He didn't have to wait long, as the penis was quickly shoved into his mouth and down his throat, making him gag and cough a little bit, all of which were muffled by the girth and length of the cock that was so big that it completely filled up his maw, barely allowing any room for him to breathe at all. Needless to say however, he was well trained for this too. He had already learned how to surpass his gag reflex, where and how to take the cock down his throat and how to breathe around it just enough so that the cook wouldn't need to pull out and interrupt the cooking process because of his clumsiness.

"Alright, let's get you to the table." One of the cooks said, even though he didn't need to: the waiter was already obediently grabbing onto the legs in front, and propping up his legs at the back to allow for the two men to lift him up and carry him away.

The two cocks were so hard and plunged so deep inside him that they easily lifted him up from the ground as the two changelings stood up on their back feet and carefully inched out of the kitchen with the stallion locked in between the two of them. Big Mac's face lit right up as he saw the three men coming towards his table, leaning back as he prepared to watch the cooking process unfold right in front of his very eyes.

The changelings stood on opposite sides of the customer's table and put the waiter down right on top, having him lie on his belly as he was still restrained by the two cocks keeping him in place; not that he would have wanted to move anyway, god forbid he would even attempt to interrupt the process and ruin a valued customer's evening! The two changelings started slowly pulling their cocks in and out to arouse themselves, their members already as hard as they could be.

The apple farmer watched the process joyfully, enjoying the sight of his meal being made, and even though his hunger was killing him, this was always such an important and fun process of an evening out: watching the masters at work! Precum started dripping out of Shining Armor's mouth as his maw was completely overfilled with the gluey substance. "The sauce is being made!" Big Mac thought, barely able to resist his urge of taking a spoon and getting to work right away. No, he needed to wait until the end, but that task became increasingly harder.

The waiter knew that he had to be quiet in the process, yet he couldn't help but sometimes quietly moan when the cock in his back went a little deeper than he expected, but whenever he made a sound, the dick railing him from the front would also temporarily be jammed a bit further down his throat, just enough to completely muffle any noise that he could make. At that point, precum was completely oozing out of every hole and orifice of the poor stallion, but he didn't seem to mind; in fact, the fuller he got pumped of the delicious changeling precum, the more he seemed to enjoy the process, happily moaning and grunting as he waited for the meal to finish cooking so that he could serve it to the hungry, yet highly entertained customer. They had put up this exact show so many times by now, but it never seemed to get old for any of the guests, as they watched ever more eagerly than the last time while their dinner was being prepared by such masterful chefs right in front of them.

"How would you like your eggs, Sir?" One of the changelings asked, leaving the customer to ponder a little bit.

"Hm... I would like it soft boiled, I simply cannot wait any longer for it to cook, I'm so hungry!" He replied, as although he could never really feel the difference between the two, he knew that if he chose hard boiled, the changelings would always keep railing the waiter for an additional ten minutes or so, and he was simply too hungry to wait any more than he absolutely had to, so he chose the former.

"Very well, Sir! Soft boiled eggs coming right up!" The cook replied, looking at the other one as they nodded at each other: they were ready to serve the meal! After a couple more thrusts to push themselves to the edge of an orgasm, they finally felt themselves starting to release, as the changeling eggs slowly started traveling through their thick penises and up into the body of the waiter.

Admittedly, this was always the hardest part. Even though the stallion had mostly gotten used to the sheer size of the changeling cocks that were required to cook the meal, the addition of eggs always made him gag; there was simply not enough space in his mouth, so most of them naturally had to be pushed down his throat, where they created a suffocating, choking blockade until they finally broke from all the pressure, and the broken eggs were finally pushed down into the deeper parts of his system.

But they tasted so good! Every time the stallion was filled up with the tasty, warm eggs, he couldn't help but feel jealous of the lucky guest that was going to be feasting on the meal, but he knew that the eggs had to travel inside of him to be properly cooked by his body heat, and to let his juices mix in with the eggs to give them that extra aroma that just made them taste so good. This meal was more than just changeling eggs served on a plate, it was an artistic amalgamation of bodily juices that the skillful cooks and the obedient waiter all put together.

As he was struggling to crush up and swallow all the eggs in his mouth, Shining Armor felt his guts being filled up as well, as the second cock started releasing its load too. Unlike his throat, his colon could hold much more without having to crush everything up, so the ones inside his ass usually stayed more in one piece than those that were fed to him in the front; both were essential for the meal, as the eggs that had stayed inside of their shells and cooked that way, tasted much different to the ones that were mixed with the stallion's saliva and puke. Those served more as a paste or a sauce of some kind, while the ass eggs were the main attraction so to speak, maintaining the classic changeling egg taste while still being nicely cooked.

And they really did need to be cooked, as ingesting raw eggs usually led to stomach problems, including heavy vomiting and diarrhea. Shining Armor could definitely attest to this, as his job pretty much only involved doing that, and he did admit to struggling with problems like this every couple of days or so; but of course, he didn't mind. Doing this prestigious job gave him so much pride that just a little projectile vomiting every second day or so seemed like a fair tradeoff to him, as long as he could see the guests happily eating the meals that he cooked up himself. And besides, he had always loved the taste of raw eggs anyway, so this was a sacrifice that both the restaurant, and both he were willing to make in order to run the business.

This happened so many times before, but it never got old or boring: the stallion felt his stomach, guts and throat bulging out from being filled to their absolute limits, so much so that if someone were new to the restaurant and saw the scene, they could easily believe that the waiter was going to be torn apart in an eggy explosion, but Big Mac had eaten there enough times to know that that wasn't something that could possibly happen. Even though his stomach was now visibly bulging out, the stallion's body heroically held together, and the eggs just kept on coming and coming until there simply wasn't any more that could have physically fit into his bloated body.

"A serving of Sausage and eggs, coming right up!" One of the cooks said to Big Mac as he felt that no more eggs could be shoved into his employee, and then both of them pulled out their cocks at the same time. Instantly, egg juices started oozing out of both of his holes that was only kept in by the two cocks formerly plugging him up, but it wasn't possible to hold anything in now, even if he wanted to.

There were no plates used in this restaurant, as all the meals were so large that they filled up the whole table, sometimes even overfilling; they really needed to invest in bigger tables, Big Mac always thought. The two changelings lifted up the waiter into the air so that he wouldn't take up any place on the table, and at that moment, the rain of eggs and puke started falling down on the table.

Shining Armor started puking and shitting at the same time, his body desperately trying to get rid of all the eggs that were stuffed inside of him as quickly as possible. It was truly a glorious sight, as the crushed and uncrushed eggs fell out one by one onto the table, stinking terribly of eggs, farts, shit and puke. Or at least it would have been horrible to someone not as used to the smells of the restaurant as Big Mac; he understood that the food was simply of a different culture than his, and the mixed smells of all sorts of bodily juices was simply a speciality that people weren't used to outside of restaurants like this.

The eggs just kept on coming and coming, and the bloated belly of the waiter finally started looking normal again. The table was completely covered in eggs and juices by then, and whatever kept on coming out of the stallion's body was simply just packed on top into a gross, yet so-so delicious pile. When the streams from the waiter's ass and mouth had started slowing down, appearing as though he got everything out of his system, the changelings gave just a couple more encouraging punches to his stomach, and lo and behold: almost five more whole eggs came out of him.

"We're not trying to skimp out on anything, are we? Give all the eggs to the customer!" Shining Armor could not verbally reply, and he just nodded at the request. He wouldn't ever skimp out on a meal, and he always worked super hard to get everything out of his system. But after one final pathetic puke later, he felt like he was completely empty, with nothing else left inside of him.

"Well, it seems like your meal is ready, sir! Please enjoy!" The cooks said as they put the half-conscious waiter down to the floor to collect himself from the experience, standing back a little bit to let the customer enjoy his food.

"Mmh, where should I even start?" Big Mac looked hungrily over his plate- or rather table- of food, not even knowing what to eat first. The meal looked so beautiful that eating it would have felt like destroying a piece of art, but art is made to be enjoyed after all, and the farmer wouldn't be able to stop his hunger just by admiring the pile of puked out mushed eggs.

In the end, he finally ended up reaching into a pile and grabbing some of the goo, shoving it into his face, his eyes lighting up with joy as his taste buds suddenly felt like they were treated to a gentle massage by the scrumptious taste of the meal. In the end, he decided that he didn't even need his hands to eat, as he simply plunged his head forward into the heap and began slurping and nibbling away at the egg mixture, only stopping every once in a while to clean his face and take a deep breath, maybe burp once or twice before going back to animalistically devour the meal. Even though Big Mac was a man of politeness, he knew that in this restaurant, the staff liked it when the guests enjoyed the meals in the most enthusiastic ways possible, so he didn't bother to hold back from showing just how much he enjoyed the food.

While he was nomming away at the eggs, the changelings quietly watched with a sense of pride how much the customer enjoyed what they cooked, and even Shining Armor finally managed to catch his breath, sitting up properly and watching the eating unfold too; he didn't want to rudely lie on the floor for any longer than he absolutely needed to. Moments like this were exactly why he loved his job.

Minutes went by, and the massive heap of eggs got slowly reduced to just a smaller pile, until almost all of the eggs were gone from the table, only a couple of leftovers remaining, and putrid juices dripping off the side of the table onto the ground. Now it was Big Mac, whose stomach was bulging out from being too full, as he take deep, controlled breaths to prevent anything from coming back up at all costs; it would have been incredibly rude to just puke out the meal in front of the cooks themselves.

"Have you finished your eggs, Sir?" One of the cooks asked, to which the farmer nodded, not even replying due to how close he felt himself to the edge of vomiting. "Don't you have some room for the sausages? You haven't even touched them, but they are still fresh!"

Of course, the sausages! The farmer suddenly felt embarrassed how much he struggled with eating the eggs while he hadn't even tried the rest of the meal. "I... I would love to... I would love to have a taste... BURRPP" He said painfully, leaning forward to grant easier access into his mouth.

"Very well, Sir! We prepared it just the way you like it." The changelings said, standing up on two legs and placing their erect cocks on the table, which were still oozing and covered with precum, some traces of eggshells stuck on them.

The stallion weakly grabbed one of the cocks and put it into his mouth; he was a regular, so he knew exactly how to eat these special sausages. He wasn't going to bite and chew on them, but rather suck off the juices that came onto them during the cooking process, and enjoy the feeling of their smooth, yet texture-rich surfaces.

The first cock was the one that went in the waiter's mouth- Big Mac knew this thanks to the sour, vomit-ey taste that it was laced with. He didn't stop sucking until he felt that all the precum and egg remains were gone from it, and even some bonus was sucked out of the hole in the middle. After he finished sucking, he slumped down in his chair, spitting it out and panting with an open mouth, feeling like he was going to burst from being so full.

But he didn't get to rest for long. As he was gasping, the other cock was forcibly shoved into his maw, but the stallion didn't resist, instead politely agreeing to suck that one clean as well, just like the other one. Shining Armor always made sure to keep his hole clean before cooking, so the customer didn't have to worry about getting scat in their food, but even still, the penis that went in his butt did have its unique butt-taste: a taste that the farmer very much enjoyed. He kept on sucking the sausage until, similarly to the first one, he felt that it was completely dry, before weakly spitting it out and taking a rest.

"Are you finished with your meal?" One of the cooks asked, and even though it took a couple of seconds, the stallion finally managed to move his head enough to nod in response.

"Very well, we can see you enjoyed it a lot. We will soon get you your bill, and thank you for eating at us tonight!" The other changeling nodded, nudging Shining Armor to go and get the bill for the customer.

The exhausted waiter stumbled to the register with shaking legs, but Big Mac felt even more exhausted than him, on the verge of falling asleep by then. It was unquestionably one of the best visits to the restaurant that he had ever had, and no matter how much he was going to pay for it, it was a well worth visit, he thought.