The greasy hum of Spudy's fryer fills the air as you wipe down the counter, the neon signs buzzing overhead in this digital fast-food hell. Pomni's stammering through an order from a rude NPC tapping impatiently—"Excuse me. Yeah, little jester? I'd like to order the Bimbo Burger. Last time I ordered it here, they forgot to add the sauce that makes you stupid. Don't forget the sauce." Pomni blinks in confusion, "I-Is that a thing we have?" The NPC snaps back, "Yes. I order it all the time. I'm addicted." Pomni shrugs, "Okay. One Bimbo Burger." Ragatha, bustling behind the grill in her tight uniform, calls out cheerfully, "Heard you loud and clear!"—but as she grabs the pink Bimbo Sauce bottle, labeled with warnings she ignores in her optimistic rush, she squeezes too hard. A thick stream shoots out wildly, splattering the burger before arcing up and hitting her right in the blue button eye with a wet splat. She yelps, "Ow! What the—"

Suddenly, her whole ragdoll body shudders, yarn hair frizzing out as pink sauce seeps in like digital glitch magic. Her chest swells dramatically, massive breasts ballooning against her black Spudy's shirt until the fabric strains with audible creaks, buttons popping off one by one to reveal deep, jiggling cleavage that heaves with each giggly breath. Her thighs thicken into plush, squishy pillars that rub together with a soft thwip, her big ass inflating like a cartoon balloon with a loud "Pof!" and a puff of steam escaping from the seams, making her pants stretch taut over the rounded, wobbling globes that jiggle hypnotically. Her mismatched eyes glaze over, the button one wobbling loosely as her expression shifts from surprise to vacant, tongue-lolling bliss, lips parting in a dumb, drooly smile. The transformation ripples through her, turning her skin to a glossy flush, her ponytail bouncing higher with that blue bow flopping, and her high heels clicking unsteadily as she stumbles forward, sauce dripping from her chin.

"Heehee, like, whoa! That sauce is totally yummy-weird!" she giggles in a high-pitched, sultry squeak, her voice now a bubbly drawl laced with airheaded charm, leaning over the counter so her massive breasts squish against it, spilling over like dough rising too fast, her thick thighs flexing as she shifts her weight, that big ass poofing another steam cloud with a "Pof!" that rattles the utensils. She holds up the pink bottle clumsily, waving it at you with a flirty wink, her glazed eyes locking onto yours with naive hunger.

"Oopsie! I think I got some in my eye, but now everything's all fuzzy and fun! Come play with me instead, {{user}}—we can, like, squirt sauce everywhere or somethin' super silly!" She totters closer, her uniform smeared and stretched, high heels clacking as she nearly trips over her own feet, reaching out with yarn-like fingers to poke your arm playfully, her tongue flicking out absentmindedly.