You Are What You Eat (Story Mode Reward)

Hi everyone. Finally found myself some time to sit in the sunshine and write this story. This is Part 1 and 2 as Story Mode Rewards. Thank you to you both for you're continued support (you know who you are :P)

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You Are What You Eat.

Part 1

They’d all been to this restaurant hundreds of times in the past, but never had they rented the private room. It’s just as grand and opulent as they expected. Comfy leather-bound seats, a chandelier, and its very own private bar and chef. 

They’ve been told that the special event and food prepared by the chef in the private room is an experience to die for. Lucky for them all Josh’s boss was able to pull a few strings and get them in. All three of the friends are thrilled but are acting chill, trying not to show each other up. 

The waitress leads them to their large, perfectly presented table and pulls out a chair for each of them.

“Sirs,” the waitress says, grinning. “Madame…,”

The three of them look at each other one by one. Neither of them wants to be the first to sit down and appear rude.

“Millie…?” Josh says, holding out his hand towards one seat. “Ladies first?”

Not being the stereotypical female, Millie frowns and opens her hand out towards the same seat. “Noah, ladies first.”

Having played this game with his two friends before, Noah knew this posturing could go on for minutes. He smiles at the waitress and proudly takes his seat at the grand table. 

Stunned at how easy that was, Millie looks at Josh confused. “That was easy,” she whispers to him under her breath.

Nodding in agreement, Josh holds his arm out to another free seat and gives her a wide grin. “Ladies first,” he says again light-heartedly.

Millie drops her shoulder and lets out a sigh. “Jerk,” she gripes.

Reluctantly taking her seat, the waitress helps her tuck in. “Thanks,” Millie says with a touch of resentment about being treated in a way she dislikes. 

Puffing out his chest having won the battle of the seats with his two best friends; Josh proudly takes his seat and looks over the table like a king. Only seconds later, he’s brought down to each by a jab from the point of Millie’s high heels. 

“Don’t look so smug,” she says, pouting like a sore loser. “Since when did you two see me as a girly girl? Ladies first…,” she mocks, imitating Josh. 

She leans in towards the two boys sitting on the other sides of the round table and furrows her brow. “When I asked you both to stop farting in front of me, you both told me I was one of the guys! Suddenly, it’s ladies first—what’s changed!?” 

Shocked, Noah leans in and talks under his breath. “I didn’t fart, Mills…. that was Josh.” 

Betrayed, Josh also leans in. “Don’t blame that all on me!” Josh whispers firmly. “There is no way that smell was just me alone! Both of you were farting—admit it!” 

As they give each other the stink eye, the waitress speaks up. Embarrassed, they all sit back and up straight, as if was ten years ago and they’d all been told off by the teacher for talking in class.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the waitress booms with the confidence of a quiz show host. “Are you all ready for the cuisine dining experience of a lifetime!?”

Just as the waitress throws up her arms with theatrics, the lights dim. “The chef has cooked something up today that is going to blow each of your minds. You will have a new appreciation for all walks of life!”

Josh looks at Noah and they both want to start giggling. 

The waitress then points to three very small bottles in the middle of the table filled with a transparent brown liquid. Bottles so small it looks like they’d contain a single shot of malt whisky. 

“Do not drink those until the end of the dining experience,” the waitress commands, wagging a single finger. “That is the only rule of tonight’s experience. 

Noah curiously reaches in and lifts the small bottle that’s in front of him. 

“Leave it,” the waitress scolds, staring Noah down. “You must not touch or drink until you are told to. Is that clear!” 

Josh and Millie have to steady themselves to stop from busting out in laughter. As Noah lets go of the bottle and the waitress excuses herself, Millie wags her finger at him.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble with the teacher?” Millie jokes as Noah amusingly looks down like a naughty child.

“Yeah Noah,” Josh says, reaching out for his own bottle. “What is this stuff anyway. Kinda looks like a shot of something.”

Bringing it to his face, Josh looks closely at the liquid in the small jar. Shaking it, he looks again. “It’s deffo booze,” he declares. 

Putting his fingers on the sealed metal cap, he looks mischievously at both Noah and Mille. Instantly the pair know that he’s about to get them all in trouble with the waitress.

“Don’t Josh,” Noah moans, watching Josh secretly screw the lid from his small bottle.

Looking around to make sure no one is looking, Josh sniffs the liquid inside the bottle and a grin forms across his face. “It’s deffo booze.”

Swirling the little bottle, Josh looks around again to make sure the waitress is looking. Then, without hesitation, he swigs back the contents of the bottle. As he swallows it down, he’s left with the sensation of burning across his tongue. “Argh…gross.” 

“Serves you right,” Millie reacts to Josh’s face of grimace. “The waitress told you not to drink it. It was probably meant to be mixed with something and now you’re going to have to ask for another.”

Still trying to get over the dirty taste in his mouth, Josh shakes his head. “Nah, it’s gross,” he huffs, sticking out his tongue as if he’s eaten something too spicy. “I don’t want another.” 

Screwing back on the lid to try and hide what he’s done, he places the bottle back in the exact place he found it. He looks at both Millie and Noah before putting a single finger to his lips. 

Seconds later, the waitress reappears from the double doors located at the back of the room. In her hands are three small dishes. She approaches the table with a big smile on her face. 

“For the gentlemen,” she says with an illustrious tone. “A small aperitif of chef’s special noodles.” 

Gently placing each of the small, immaculately presented dishes in front of Noah and Josh, she turns her attention to Mille and smiles.

“For the beautiful lady,” she continues, wafting towards Millie with grace. “A small, but delicious cut of chef’s buttery shortcake.”

As the small cake-like cookie is placed in front of her, Millie looks at the waitress confused. “Erm….,” she mumbles, pointing at the face she’s got a desert whilst the boys both have a savoury dish. “Why is mine different?” 

As the waitress moves to stand at the side of the table, she looks at all three of them with a knowing expression. “That’s a good question,” she replies. “Please, take your first bites and learn what tonight’s theme is going to be.”

Confused, all three friends look up at each other. 

“Ladies first,” Josh says sarcastically, pointing at Millie’s cake.

“Don’t start that again,” Millie replies impatiently. “Aren’t I one of the guys,” she retorts. 

Causing them to instantly stop bickering, the waitress giggles with her hands over her mouth. Millie and Josh both go bright red as she reacts. 

“S-sorry…,” the waitress laughs, breaking that posh and distinguished demeanour she oozed moments earlier. “It's just that tonight’s experience is going to be perfect for you all. I can already tell this is going to be a fun evening!” 

Shaking his head with disappointment at his friends, Noah looks up at the waitress and gives her an awkward smile. “Sorry about these two.”

Giving Noah an unexpected wink, the waitress composes herself and opens out her arms. “Please, try your food and understand tonight’s experience!”

Each slowly lifting a fork from the table, they all hover over their food. Josh is first to dig into his small dish, followed by Millie and Noah. Bringing the food to their mouths, all three take a small bite. As the warm and delicious flavours tickle their taste buds, all three relax.

“Wow,” Millie says with delight, breaking the silence. “That tasted amazing!”

“Mine’s delicious too!” Noah grins, being the next to speak after swallowing. 

“It’s…..ok,” Josh says, trying to act cool. “Better than what Noah cooked last night.” 

A spikey comeback is on the tip of Noah’s tongue, but his attention is instantly drawn away as Millie’s hair starts retreating inside her head. He thinks he’s hallucinating. 

“What the hell is in this stuff!?” Noah freaks out, feeling his own head tingling like crazy. “They’ve poisoned us!” 

Breaking her demeanour once again, the young blonde waitress chuckles as she watches over the party. “We’ve not drugged you,” she laughs in reply. “This is all part of tonight’s experience.”

Feeling scared by Noah’s reaction, Millie shrieks as her lush thick hair explode out from Noah’s and Josh’s head. She shrieks again as she feels her own hair receding up her face.

“My hair!?” Josh screeches, holding the locks of thick brown hair between his fingers. “It’s got long hair!?” 

Noah and Josh both share a look of terror as they see each other with beautiful feminine-looking hair for the first time. They both point at each other as the long tick hair covers their eyes.

“Miss,” Millie says with fear, reaching up to touch her now extremely short masculine feeling hair. “What the hell has happened to my hair!? Do you know how long it took me to grow that!?”

All three of them glare in the waitress’s direction, but she is undeterred by the daggers in their eyes. She remains prim and proper as all three panic about their new hairdos. Reaching into her apron pocket, she pulls two hair ties out and before speaking any further, she places them in front of Josh and Noah.

“These are for you gentlemen,” she says gently, moving to stand over the head of the table once more. “Have you all worked out tonight’s theme yet?”

“Piss us all off?” Millie grumbles, folding her arms tight. “Is that tonight’s theme?”

The waitress giggles as she innocently plays with her long-braided pigtails “No….,” she teases. 

Fighting to look past his now gorgeously lush hair, Josh grins at Millie. “Is it to make our friend—that’s a girl, look like a potato?” 

“No…,” the waitress teases again, laughing at Millie’s reaction to Josh’s comments about Millie’s short new hairdo. 

“Miss,” Noah speaks up, having picked up the hair tie left by the waitress to put his hair into a rudimentary ponytail. “Please, put us out of our misery before one of us has a heart attack. Why have we all suddenly got drastically transformed hair?”

“Well done,” the waitress congratulates him, pointing at his hair. “Seems you might take to this a little better than your friend here,” she continues, placing a gentle hand on Josh’s shoulder.

Josh grunts as he reluctantly understands that Noah has the right idea. Struggling to do so, he puts his hair into a messy ponytail. “What is the theme,” he asks, getting grumpy about having to deal with long hair for the first time. 

Putting her hands together, the waitress looks at them one by one. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she says, going back into her showman's voice. “Tonight’s theme is,” she pauses for effect. “You are what you eat!”

“That’s cheesy,” Josh mocks, unimpressed.

“So, what,” Millie asks instantly. “So, we eat this stuff and it causes our bodies to change? Is that why I have short hair now…because I ate shortcake?”

Grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, the waitress bounces on her tiptoes in excitement. “Yes, exactly that!” 

“Miss,” Noah pipes up, gaining her attention. “Is this reversible? I mean—am I going to have to visit my hair stylist tomorrow to get a trim?”

“Good question sir,” the waitress replies, bringing her hands together. “No, nothing tonight is permanent and that’s very important to remember as the evening goes on. When the more radical dishes come out, please remember what I’ve said and it’s all in good fun!” 

“Radical…. dishes?” Millie asks inquisitively, a little terrified by the thought. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” the waitress replies. “As I’ve just said. Remember it’s all in good fun and completely reversible. Please, just enjoy the experiences we are going to give you tonight and have fun! So far, I’m already enjoying your company, so it should be a fun evening!” 

The waitress then turns her attention to Josh, who’s still struggling to manage his new beautifully long locks of golden blonde hair. “Do you want some help with that? We’ve got time before the next dish comes out—I could teach you how to braid your hair like mine?” 

Getting frustrated, Josh gives up and allows his hair to fall in front of his eyes. “I don’t care what you do,” he grumbles from behind his own long hair. “Just get this bloody hair out of my eyes!” 

Part 2

Putting a hair tie tight around the end of Josh’s beautifully braided hair, the waitress steps back to admire her handy work. 

“Is that better?” she asks, moving around to look Josh in the eyes. “It’s not too tight?” 

“It’s fine,” Josh huffs, having had to injure several mocking jokes from his friends. “It will do.” 

“It’s very pretty,” Millie gladly compliments, reaching over to brush a small strand of hair from Josh’s face. “I wish my normal hair was like that.”

Millie looks up at the waitress. “Can I have some of those noodles you fed them to take home?” 

The waitress grins but shakes her head. “Nope. Sorry. As you can imagine, the recipes here are extremely special and must remain secret. You seem like a trustworthy person, but we can’t risk it getting out.” 

“Worth a try,” Millie replies. 

“Time for the next dish,” the waitress says politely, gathering their empty plates. “Remember, please just enjoy yourselves.”

Wafting back through the double doors, Noah takes another chance to mock his friend. “How does it feel?” he asks Josh with a deadpan expression.

“How does what feel?” Josh replies, knowing he’s going to make fun. 

“To have had your hair done like you’re a little girl?” Noah asks, as both he and Millie giggle at his expense. 

Josh folds his arms and pouts. “Shut up guys.” 

“We’re only playing,” Millie sniggers. “We don’t get to make fun of your very often, Josh. You’re always the one making the jokes.  

“Is that right,” he frowns at Millie. “Least I don’t look like a potato head.”

Reacting to him looking up at her head, she self-consciously reaches up to touch her short hair. “Is it really that bad?” she asks, looking at Noah for an honest answer. 

Noah instantly looks away, not wanting to answer her. 

“Noah!” Millie complains, going bright red. “Don’t be like that.” 

Noah looks up and anxiously smiles. “it’s just….,” 

“Just what!?” Millie questions poignantly, interrupting him.

Noah shy’s away again but continues to talk. “It’s just with hair like that—you look like your dad.”

Josh bursts out with laughter and points at Millie. He’s desperate for the mocking to move away from him and his very girly-looking braids. “You so do!” she shouts. 

Millie looks away bashfully and tries desperately to think of a witty retort. Before she can react, Josh continues to lay it on thick.

“You so do look like you Dad!” he laughs. “Maybe we should call you Nigel from now on!”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Noah interjects, wanting to soften the Mickey taking after seeing Millie’s reaction. 

“Nah your right,” Josh says, with a smug grin. “Those big old tits of hers ruin it. She’s still very much Millie.”

“Josh!” Millie screeches all high pitched and violated. 

Reaching for the neck of her wrap-around dress, she pulls it tighter to cover her bust. “Stop looking you two. These aren’t for you silly boys.”

“I wasn’t looking!” Noah protests his innocents. 

“You know what I mean,” Millie huffs in reply. 

“Plus,” Noah continues, knowing he has loaded ammunition. “Josh wouldn’t even know what to do with such things. His ex told me he had no idea how to touch a woman!” 

“What!?” Josh gripes, unhappy by the mention of his ex-girlfriend, Keri. 

“She didn’t?” Millie asks passionately, leaning forward. “What else did she say about him? Is his….y’know—as big as he claims it to be?”

“Millie!” Josh screeches just as offended as Millie moments ago. “Can’t blame a girl for being curious.” 

“I can tell you how big it is,” Noah claims, looking at Josh with glee. 

 “No, you can’t,” Josh erupts, getting all flushed and self-conscious. 

Noah purposely looks at Millie and obviously shakes his head for Josh’s benefit. Millie giggles and Josh frowns.

“Oh, shut up Noah,” Josh huffs, getting all defensive. “You’ve not seen it and if you have, I’m worried about you. No one likes a peeping Tom”

Seconds later, the sound of the large double doors opening causes them all to look up. The waitress holds in her hands another three small plates. Almost nervous to see what they are about to be served, all three of the friends go silent as the waitress swiftly puts the food in front of them.

Each shares a nervous look with one another as the food is placed in front of them.

“For the gentlemen,” the waitress says. “A pair of wonderfully soft baps.”

Moving to stand at the head of the table, the waitress brings her hands together and smiles. “And for the lovely young lady,” she happily continues to explain. “A strong and freshly cooked flatbread.”

Excusing herself, the waitress bows. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Noah says politely, gently poking at the two small baps on the plate in front of him.

He then looks over at Josh with envy. “Why are you ‘baps’ bigger than mine?” 

“Keri used to ask me that exact same thing,” Millie chuckles to herself, poking curiously at her own food. 

Playing with his food, Josh reacts to Mille. “Don’t be mean. You know I still love her.” 

“Get over her mate,” Millie replies honestly. “She wasn’t good for you. Plus, I’m still hoping you and Noah are going to finally get together.”

“I’m out of his league,” Noah casually interjects, staring his food down.

“You wish,” Josh says, reacting carefree to Noah’s comments. Picking up one of the baps on his plate, he reluctantly waits for the others to do the same.  

“As long as I’m head bridesmaid at the wedding,” Millie remarks, holding one corner of her flatbread towards her mouth. “I don’t care how long it takes for you two to realise your secret love for each other.” 

“Keep wishing,” Noah laughs, looking up at Millie with his bap in hand. “I go for men with bigger packages,” he says provocatively, knowing it’s going to wind Josh up.

“Stop,” Josh complains, throwing Noah an irritated look. “You don’t know how big it is—stop pretending you do!”

“Just eat,” Millie laughs, trying to defuse the situation. “You two can have a lovers tiff later.”

Silence follows for a short while as all three take several bites. The only noises that they make are ones of pleasure, enjoying the delicious food. 

“Mines so good,” Millie says, gushing over the taste as she swallows another bite.  

“Mine too,” Noah agrees. 

Josh disagrees. “Mines a little stale. Almost tastes like it’s been stood on. 

“Oh,” Millie raises an eyebrow in reaction. “Something must be wrong with you then. Mines amazing! It’s making my heart throb and my chest tingle it’s so good!” 

“Yeah!” Noah concurs, feeling the exact same. “Me too!” 

“Now you mention it,” Josh agonises in pain. “My chest does feel like it’s about to explode. Am I having a heart attack?”

“Shit!” Millie laughs in shock. “My chest.”

Noah and Josh both look up to see her staring down at herself. They can instantly tell why. Her large and barely held in by her dress, bosom is shrinking before their very eyes. They can’t believe what they are seeing as her double D’s shrink down to that which is barely even an A cup. 

“Holy Christ,” Noah says, the only one to say anything as they all stare at Millie’s now no very flat masculine looking chest. 

Patting at her chest, Millie pulls at her now empty bra in shock. She looks up at Noah and Josh unsure what to say or do.

“S-she….,” she mumbles, looking down again in disbelief at her empty bra. “S-said none of this is permanent, r-right!?” 

“Yeah,” Josh nods, almost speechless at Millie’s flat chest. “Looking at you Millie, I feel like I’ve gone back in time. You haven’t had a flat chest like that since we were all like twelve.” 

“I know right,” Millie replies, her eyes wide open in shock. “This is crazy. Not only have they gone, but I feel like my dress is crushing me around my shoulders. I feel like I’m about to bust out of it. Do I look bigger to you guys?

Expecting an answer from at least one of them, she’s left a little annoyed as they both concentrate on themselves. 

Noah lets out a little gasp as he touches his button shirt. “Oh my,” he chuckles. 

“What is it?” Millie asks, staring at his chest. 

Allowing his chest space, Noah arches his back and instantly small, but obvious mounds form underneath his shirt. “Soooooo freaky!” he exclaims. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, Noah looks at the breasts that have formed under his shirt. Prodding at one of the fleshy mounds, he’s spooked at just how sensitive they are. “Wow,” he nervously giggles. “So that’s what it feels like.” 

“Very nice,” Millie compliments, leaning over the table to look closely at her friend's new fledging breasts. “I’d say…,” she tilts her head and inspects them thoroughly. “Probably a B cup. Very cute.” 

Noah bounces himself on the spot and his breasts bounce with the movement. Pleased for himself, he looks up at gives Millie the biggest grin. “I’ve got bigger tits than you, Millie,” he says bouncing again. “That’s a first…huh?”

Like an expected alarm, Josh then causes the table to panic. 

“GUYS?!” he shouts, standing up from the table in pure terror. 

Staring down at his chest, he freezes completely still. It’s almost like someone has just porn an entire drink down his front and he doesn’t want to move because of his wet clothes.

“Josh!?” Millie reacts first, unable to take her eyes off his voluptuous chest. 

Looking at Millie with wide eyes and a shocked expression, he dares touch the buttons on his shirt for fear they will break off, flying across the room. They are struggling to keep his new, very large chest bound. 

“Wow, Josh,” Noah eventually speaks. “Your tits are so much bigger than mine!” 

Millie laughs again, having heard that before. “Something Keri also used to say to me.”

“Not funny right now,” Josh scolds. “My shirt is pressing them down, guys. It’s really hurting. What do I do!? I don’t want to let them free—wouldn’t that be rude?”

“I dunno,” Noah laughs at Josh’s expense. “If it hurts, let them free. We’re all friends here!”

“Sensitive, aren’t they,” Millie says compassionate to his situation. “Now do you understand why I always complain about mine?” 

“Yes!” Josh strongly agrees. “What on earth do I do Millie!? I feel like I’ve just gained like three stone of weight on my chest!” 

Knowing exactly what to do, Millie reaches into the neck of her dress and starts to remove her bra. Finding it a little awkward at first, experiencing such a flat chest, she eventually removes her favourite red date night bra and secretly passes it under the table to Josh.

“Put this on,” she whispers, hoping none of the service staff can see. “It’ll help with the weight.”

“I can’t put your bra on,” Josh whispers back in protest. “Wouldn’t that be weird?” 

Millie shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so.” She then looks down at her flat chest again and smiles. “I don’t need it right now…do I?” 

“Do I need a bra?” Noah says for attention. 

“Trust me, mate,” Josh replies, getting instructions from Millie about how to put on her bra. “You don’t want to.”

Watching Millie help Josh thread her bra under Josh’s shirt, Noah catches a glimpse of Josh’s new breasts, and he can’t help but be impressed. He’s not one for the female form, but he can apricate beauty in all forms. 

“Guys,” Noah speaks up again, trying to distract himself from his own sensitive chest. “I think I’ve worked out what’s happening here.” 

Continuing to holster Josh’s mammoth tits, neither Josh nor Millie looks.

“Yes, in there,” Millie commands, helping Josh. “Put them inside the cups.”

A moment more of struggling and Millie steps away. “Is that better?” she asks. 

Josh reluctantly undoes a single button on his shirt to relieve the pressure of his sizable breasts. It exposes some of the flashy red bra for them all to see. “Sure, yeah. Thanks.” 

Fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to get used to the tight straps around his chest and shoulders, Josh looks at Noah. “What were you just saying?”

Pleased he’s finally getting some attention, Noah sits up straight, pushing out his small, but feminine-looking chest. 

“Oop,” Millie giggles, pointing at Noah. “Is it cold in here, Noah?”

Puzzled, Noah gives Millie an odd look. “W-what?”