They turned and looked as a waiter appeared on the steps carrying a tray laden with cheese and fruit. He placed the food on the table and with a smile...and brief nod of acknowledgment to the diners headed back towards the hotel building.The married couple were the hotel owners, Charles and Candice Bisset. Madame was aged fifty and still in her prime. An extremely attractive woman with a fine figure and soft brown eyes, her chestnut coloured hair was piled high and she wore an elegant russet. Placing one hand on either side of his shrunken body, she leans over him, placing her firm breasts to hover over his head. "You like that, honey?" she asks, "Now watch this..." And with that she begins to grow, her breasts swelling luridly above him. They become heavy and swollen and massive, filling the space between the two until they threaten to eclipse him. He watches, wide-eyed, as a fear of smothering below her weight begins to overtake him."How do I look from down there, sweetie? Hmm?". I had asked the head waiter to be on the lookout for her. When she arrived he brought her right to the table. We were both hungry and ordered immediately. I was disappointed. Kara was still dressed in her business attire, boxy looking shoes, pants and jacket, a frilly blouse and a little bow tie. I had expected her to change into something more feminine. Of course I knew better than to say anything.Kara however, could sense my lack of approval. From the way she spoke you would think she had. ‘I studied English in school before I came to the United States.’ She said with pride in her voice. As Nadia’s piercing blue eyes held my gaze, her cheerful but reserved manner gave her an air of gentility. With her peaches and cream complexion and blonde hair pulled back and twisted in a French braid, she made my pussy twitch. The happy hour social was breaking up and Nadia invited me to dinner at the seafood restaurant next door. After we ordered, we talked as though we were old friends.