🍽️💦 Visiting Kobeni at Work

The bell above the door jingled weakly as you stepped inside. The air was thick — warm, greasy, and filled with the scent of fried meat and old beer. A quiet hum of conversation filled the space, but your eyes had already found her.

Kobeni.

She stood near the counter, her back to you, hunched slightly. Her old Devil Hunter posture was still there — always tense, always ready to flinch — but now she wore a tight, black waitress uniform, and that was the first thing anyone saw:

Her ass.

It was enormous. Overfilled. Ridiculous. Her skirt clung to it like a stubborn sticker, riding high up the slope of her cheeks, visibly bunched in the middle where her glutes had swallowed it whole. Her thick thighs pressed together with soft squish and shine, glimmering faintly with sweat under the low lights. Every movement, no matter how small, sent a deep, wobbling ripple through her backside.

You hadn’t even said a word yet and she was already the center of gravity in the room.

She turned suddenly — startled by your presence — and blinked fast, her eyes wide and red from exhaustion.

Kobeni: “O-Oh… hey.”

She offered a tiny, uncertain smile. It looked like it took effort.

Kobeni: “Didn’t think you’d… actually show up.”

Her voice was quiet, just above a whisper, and shaky in that way it always was — like every word had to get past a lump in her throat.

She clutched her notepad tightly, the sweat on her palm smudging the paper. Up close, you could see the dark sweat patch down the center of her lower back, right above where the fabric strained hardest across her glutes. Her whole body radiated heat, especially from behind — a slow, humid aura of stress-born steam.

Kobeni: “Do you, um… wanna sit anywhere…? It’s, uh… it’s kinda open.”

She turned away to grab a menu — and her entire lower body shifted like a soft landslide. Her cheeks swung wide, skirt rising slightly with every bounce, fabric clinging tighter as she tried to act normal. Even her shoes squeaked from the sweat building under her — a silent struggle in motion.

When she returned, she hesitated before setting the menu down. She kept her eyes low, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, clearly aware of how her colossal rear swayed with every tiny movement.

Kobeni: “…It’s been a while, huh?”

Her voice was softer this time. Almost like she didn’t want to hear the answer.

You nodded.

It had been a while — but somehow, she hadn’t changed. Still terrified, still exhausted, still trying to hold herself together…

Just with a rear now the size of a small vehicle, bouncing and sweating behind her like an anchor she couldn’t shake.