Everyone always blames the waitress.

It's true! If you food is cold, then why blame the woman actually cooking the food? No, the waitress is right there, why not punch her in the nuts? Makes sense to me. Blame the person with literally no control over the preparation of your meal, that's cool.

And I'm a Futanari who generally like ballbusting... But not when I'm at work!

Well, I'm an accountant now and getting ballbusted there is always a fun time, but not back when I was a waiter with such short skirts!

See, my cock is so big that I need to do this uncomfortable tuck job that basically draped it over my balls and back between my legs. I also need to wear about three separate types of panties, just to make sure I don't expose myself to the customers or their kids.

The skirt goes to about the middle of my thighs, and my genitals go to around my knees. You can see the problem here.

I can't just push my penis up against my stomach either, the uniform goes so tightly against you that nobody could fit their dick there. The collar is also so low to expose your cleavage, which I have in spades because my boobs are fairly large, that you'd be able to see the tip of my cock poking out anyway! Even if I'm not hard!

Anyway, my name is Kayle, I have brown hair arranged in a thick pony tail as per uniform regulations, there is a bit of hair covering my forehead, I have blue eyes, and a big dick.

My uniform sort of looks light a French maid outfit, with a super low cut top to show off the goods, a tight waist, short sleeves, and a frilly shirt that will often show off your panties with a small gust of wind. Nobody ever likes that when it happens to me though, the way I arranged my privates is... Unpleasant to look at. It's been described that I have a really lumpy butt, however I don't! At this point in my life I had gone to the gym, and I looked fit and firm! It was just my cock in the way! My butt looks great under normal circumstances!

Whatever. Back to people blaming the waiter, I remember this one terrible customer. Hated her guts.

She was alone, probably cause she's a massive bitch, and maybe 25 years old. She wasn't a futa (or if she was then she has a super small cock cause I didn't see a bulge), she had blue eyes, blue hair (which looked stupid), she was wearing light blue yoga pants, and a puffy jacket looking thing.

As much as it pains me to say, she looked really hot.

But I can't call her "That bitch" this entire time so... I'll call her... Chien.

Cause it's French for dog, and she's a bitch. Makes sense to me!

She sat down at a table I was working, so I walked over. She was somewhat unfriendly, but what can I say? Sometimes people have a bad day, you know? It's not fair for her to take it out on me, but me being a bitch back isn't going to make anybodies life any easier.

I gave Chien a smile, and walked off, her order of a salad without meat in my notebook.

After a few minutes, the chef, my current girlfriend named Michelle, gave me the salad and Chien's water, all was going well.

I sat it down, again, with a smile, and was about to leave.

"Excuse me. Waitress." She demanded that I walk over.

"Yes?" I responded, the angel I am.

"Could you come here for a second?"

I walked over, and since she was gesturing me to look at her salad, I did.

This was when she took advantage of the moment and swiftly uppercutted me in the nuts.

I fell to my knees, drawing a scene from the other patrons, and held my wounded balls while Chien shoved the bowl in my face.

"Do you see this? Do you see the brown things? This is what smart people call meat, which is what vegetarians would call murder." She tossed the bowl on the table and somehow it didn't spill. "Take it back. I don't even want to see it." She folded her arms and looked away.

I struggled to my feet and covered my crotch with the large serving dish. My knees were locked, I was hunched over, and my hips were back.

"O-of course ma'am..." I urged out.

I finally stood up and started walking away.

"Are you forgetting something or are you an idiot?"

I looked back and saw Chien motioning towards the bowl.

"T-terribly... Sorry..." I scooted back over, the whole walking thing not doing that great, picked up the bowel, and starting to go back to the kitchen.

"And I demand another table." Chien spoke confidently and demanding. "This one has been tainted with your meat."

I gave her a nod and continued to the back.

I told Michelle about what happened, and some of the other chefs needed to physically restrain her to keep my girlfriend for murdering the woman who assaulted my nuts... She was very protective of me.

However, I needed a few minutes to tend to my testicles, so while I held and rubbed them (NOT in a sexual way! I am a professional after all!), the other waitresses took over my other tables for a few minutes, and secretly Michelle concocted a plan.

They wouldn't make Chiens salad until I felt good enough to take it to her. Why? Well, the hope was she'd do it again, and then in a moment of heroism Michelle would run in and beat the bad woman up!

Not a terrible plan, I guess.

While still in pain though, I did walk out and direct Chien to a new table, as she requested. Apparently I did it in a timely manner, so she gave me a few supportive slaps on the balls. Each hit driving my legs closer together and my butt further back.

I instinctively grabbed my testicles from above my skirt and hobbled into the back, where I laid on a sack of potatoes until I felt better.

It took about twenty minutes for me to walk again, but eventually I could, and my first business was to give that bitch her new salad.

I gave the most sincere smile I could under the circumstances, and placed the salad down.

With that, Chien gave me a hammer fist to my nuts, directly horizontal.

My knees buckled together and my clenched fists tighten, my arms straight down my sides and all the muscles in my neck were keeping my head up. I think what was going through my head was that I didn't want to fondle myself in front of the customers... I dunno.

"Really? Twenty minutes for a simple salad? And you can take this water back, the ice has already melted thanks to your slowness."

You know what Michelle did next? Flip a burger cause she didn't hear me get hit.

I just nodded my head and worked to pick myself back up. I diligently picked up her water, and, while feeling her icy stare watch my every move, I hobbled behind the bar and filled up her cup. I did hear some words of encouragements from some of the people at the bar though. That was nice.

I finally made it back over to Chien, who stared at the cup after I placed it.

Internally I prepared for another nut punch.

"Are you serious?" She looked up at me.

"Y-Maybe? No? Whatever lets me have kids in the future..." I spoke tired. I was exhausted, and it wasn't even noon yet.

"Unbelievable." Chien stood up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and in one smooth motion she kneed me so hard in the junk I felt like they were going to pop. I fell to the ground and she looked down at me, purse already over her shoulder. "You are going to use the same glass as before? What sort of health standards are in this place?" She started to walk away, and this is when Michelle saw her. "Tell your boss that I will not be eating here again-"

I wasn't looking, my back was arched to the point I could only see my lap, but I heard the sound of hard wood cracking, then a loud scream, then cheering.

I turned my head, only to get a face full of Michelle's boobs. She's a petite Asian woman, but her boobs look huge on her small body.

"Kayle?! Are you okay?!" She crouched down and gave me a hug, her white chef uniform covered in grease and spices.

I looked over, and I saw Chien doubled over on the ground, with a wooden ladle broken in half. Michelle got angry and broke it in between Chien's legs. Then the other customers cheered cause nobody liked her.

In order to help me out, Michelle and I were allowed to go to the back office and have a quick round of sex in order for Michelle, the worrier that she is, could inspect my genitals and make sure I'm okay. However once it came time to cum my nuts were burning and we had to go home.

Chien actually had to go to the hospital though! Which is great! She did try to sue us unfortunately. However my boss is cool. She showed the judge the video of what Chien did to me, and the judge called her ladle smashing a victimless crime.

That judge was cool too. She had a huuuuuge cock, and I guess we shared a sort of kinship in that.