[center][b]Food Court Buffet[/b][/center]
[center][u]By KilledbyCuriosity[/u][/center]

[center][i]Note: This story features color-coded dialogue and is best viewed in any of FA’s dark themes.[/i][/center]

KC had never really shopped at a farmer’s market before but given that he now had the resources he may as well have tried it. The young feline was a few months into his new job now, having moved in from out of state and started to establish a new life for himself; new apartment, new friends, new… everything. So, with a well-padded wallet and a want to see the town, he ventured out on a cool Saturday morning to investigate the local farmer’s market. On first glimpse it seemed like a conference for athletic-wear providers, young 20 somethings sporting leggings and sports bras as common attire as they picked and plucked their way through freshly grown produce, ethically raised meats, and yes, kombucha. The short siamese has picked and prodded at various things, bought a small carton of strawberries from an elderly goat woman, but hadn’t seen anything that made him feel like it was worth revisiting a pricier place to get his groceries. Then he saw her. The caramel-colored cow had two, brown and caramel cone-like horns pushing out through airy hair of the same color, shining golden eyes and a matching nose ring. Briefly, their eyes met. 

Mel was a young woman, 21 years old, and had spent her entire life on the farm, raised by honest, hard-working people who made their living off the land. She wasn’t quite familiar with how the city’s local transit system worked, but she could tell you the ins-and-outs of a tractor and fix one with ease. This made her slightly reserved on her excursions to the city market, finding herself in a park downtown surrounded by strangers who sometimes asked questions about the preservatives used on her corn. Mel had the information but was always a bit uneasy in dealing with city people, as they were always so fast, as if they were constantly running on a treadmill; maybe that’s why they dress like they’re working out all the time. This morning was like the others, her standing behind a folding table with various homemade goods laid upon it, waiting for someone to approach and ask to buy something. 

After their pupils fixated on one another the bovine looked away from the much-shorter feline, her cheeks burning slightly pink with embarrassment for having stared. It was too late; she had already gotten his attention. KC was a bit anxious as well, but his recent changes had bolstered his confidence slightly, enabling him to step up to her table and survey the various vegetables, fresh meats, and bottled milk. The feline decided to grab one of the glass bottles and picked it up, examining the unlabeled contents, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever had milk straight from the farm before, what’s the difference?[/color][/i]” he asked, eyeing the taller woman. Mel had to swallow before answering, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Oh! Well it’s really fresh, you can taste that it’s homemade. I milked that myself yesterday![/color][/i]” she said, feeling proud of herself for a moment; immediately afterwards she felt extremely self-confident. Her cheeks burned up slightly, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]As in, I milked it from a cow, not me… Not that I’m not a cow, I am, but that’s not what I meant, I...[/color][/i]” she stumbled over her words, and the feline started to laugh. But she couldn’t sense any malice in his laughter, it was a good-hearted gesture of amusement as he put the bottle down on the table directly between the two of them, “[i][color=#b9ffff]I know what you meant[/color][/i]” he replied with a gentle smile. Mel sighed with relief and nodded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]That’ll be three dollars[/color][/i]” she said, extending a hand toward him and receiving a plastic card in response. This particular plastic had a glint to it, onyx-colored with a gold, reflective logo in the corner and the word [i]Executive[/i] just beneath it. The bovine couldn’t help but squint at it, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Is this a new bank? I’ve never seen this one before[/color][/i]” she said, bringing it down to run it through her register. KC shook his head, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Nope! It’s just the fancy card I recently got, got a new job and moved here not long ago, some coworkers recommended it and I could actually afford it, so I nabbed one[/color][/i]” he said casually. The girl nodded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Well it worked just fine, so must be a nice one![/color][/i]” she said, handing the card back. 

KC took the card back, but he looked up into her golden eyes as they shimmered down at him, her soft cheeks and the luscious strands of hair that dangled down on either side of her face. He didn’t really have anything more to say from her, but he really [i]wanted[/i] to keep up the conversation, so he searched for the words. Finally, he thought of something, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Yeah, it is! Although I’ve kinda wanted to try it in a few more places, haven’t checked out the Porter Mall downtown, but I’ve heard good things about it. Do you know what it’s like?[/color][/i]” he asked her. The innocent cow shook her head, a bell at her neck ringing as her locks bounced about, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Nope! Never really had a reason to go there, don’t really know what’s there[/color][/i]” she said, matter-of-factly. In response KC rubbed his chin, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Really? Well, would you want to? I could take you there sometime, if you want[/color][/i]” he said, trying to be as casual as he could. She froze up slightly. Mel had only been invited to go to parties and drink on people’s property, maybe the occasional sleepover with a classmate or friend, but never to a mall. What did people do at malls? The bovine felt slightly weak at the knees, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Oh! Well, um...[/color][/i]” she looked over her shoulder; she had a truck to drive back into town and did have a flip phone to call him with, so if she wanted to, she could actually do it. Mel pursed her dry lips for a moment, contemplating a newfound personality and staring off into space, eventually looking back down at him and realizing she was creating a silence. Nervously she smiled, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Um, sure! Although you might have to show me around[/color][/i]” the woman said sweetly. The short siamese beamed back at her, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Oh no worries about that! I’ve been to a lot of malls, I’m sure I can find something you’ll like to see[/color][/i]” he said. Mel felt her heart pounding in her chest, reaching for the receipt her machine had spit out a minute ago and scribbling her ten digits down on it, then hastily pushed it in his direction, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]That sounds like fun! Here’s my phone number, give me a call sometime[/color][/i]” she said, trying to maintain her smile despite the nerves. KC reached across and took the paper and smiled, going to enter the number into his smartphone, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Of course! I’ll reach out sometime soon...[/color][/i]” he trailed off, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Actually I don’t think I got your name, mine’s Kris, but people call me KC[/color][/i]” he said, warmly up towards her. Mel felt herself melt ever-so-slightly inside as she smiled back, some of the rigidity from before gone, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Mel![/color][/i]” she exclaimed, unable to say anything else in a coherent fashion. The siamese maintained his caring demeanor, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Mel![/color][/i]” he repeated, “[i][color=#b9ffff]I will call you sometime and we can take a trip to the mall, my treat![/color][/i]” the young man said, clearly having gained a spring in his step. KC then smiled and waved, “[i][color=#b9ffff]But until then,[/color][/i]” he said, thinking suave of himself as he turned to walk away, Mel waving and shouting “[i][color=#ad7a5b]See ya![/color][/i]” a bit louder than she had intended, quickly covering her mouth.

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The short siamese sat on a bench, staring at his phone and watching the battery deplete as he eyed up strangers, searching for a pair of golden eyes. His foot tapped on the pavement as he waited beside the entrance to the mall, heart pumping a bit faster than it should have. Then he saw her once again. KC quickly stood up and evened out his black jeans, removing creases from them and a light purple top which complimented his slender figure. Mel smiled softly as she stepped towards him, wearing a red and black flannel button down top as well as a pair of worn blue jeans, which sported some wear along the knees and some tears along her right thigh. Despite her plainclothes she looked rather well-dressed, the young woman’s soft, shiny skin helping to compensate. KC’s chest pounded at the sight, and he did his best to keep his cool. Silence hung between them for a moment before KC realized he should say something, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Oh! Heh… Hey Mel, glad you made it out[/color][/i]” he said, laughing awkwardly as he waved. Mel simply smiled a shaky smile and nodded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Yeah! Thanks for taking me… here[/color][/i]” she said, still unsure of what she had gotten herself into. The bovine was well aware of why guys tended to like her, but most of them were big, strong, intimidating and aggressive in getting what they wanted; she’d never been approached by someone like KC. The siamese smiled brightly, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Yeah! Let’s go check out the mall, see if we can find ya something fun[/color][/i]” he said, gesturing for her to follow him inside. 

Mel hadn’t quite been sure what to expect but found herself a bit overwhelmed at first. Shiny tiled floors, standing screens and glowing storefronts all begging for her attention as she was washed in the smell of greasy foods and air conditioning. It was just a reflex, but unintentionally she had begun standing rather close to her gentleman caller; he didn’t seem to mind one bit. The siamese took a step forward, helping ease the caramel-colored young woman forwards, “[i][color=#b9ffff]It probably looks like a lot, but you can kinda just think of it as a really big market[/color][/i]” he said, the woman contemplating the idea as she followed. KC elaborated, “[i][color=#b9ffff]There’s no produce, but there is cooked food here, as well as clothes, jewelry, technology, and other luxury items you might want[/color][/i]” he said, walking steadily as her grip remained, but loosened. The taller woman responded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]That… makes sense, it’s just… bright,[/color][/i]” she said, squinting slightly at all the artificial light. KC chuckled, “[i][color=#b9ffff]It is, we can try stepping into a store if that makes you feel better. Which shop should we visit in this glowing market?[/color][/i]” he teased, but genuinely gestured towards some storefronts. Golden eyes surveyed the nearest entrances and slowly peered further away, until something at the far end of the hall caught her attention. A pink, silk dress stood on a mannequin in a window at the far end, a white flower embroidered over the bosom with a cut down along the right side to expose a leg. She couldn’t ignore it. The bovine realized that something like that was certainly out of her range, in fact she hadn’t really intended on buying anything at all, but just one taste of this forbidden fruit would be enough; she wanted to push a bit further. KC looked up at her eyes and traced her gaze back to the store, then smiled, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Miranda’s it is![/color][/i]” he said, tugging her in its direction. The girl eeped, but followed along, blushing softly as she realized she had been caught, but not protesting as she was pulled closer. 

A nicely dressed gazelle behind the counter greeted them, and KC helped pull her past rows of skirts, dresses, and underwear that made her face pink. Eventually though, he found the pink sequin dress from the window display, and nudged her padded side, “[i][color=#b9ffff]What do you think of this one?[/color][/i]” he asked watching her intent stare. The bovine imagined this is what it had been like when her grandparents had panned for gold in the river, a shiny nugget staring at her and captivating her attention. Finally, she found the words “[i][color=#ad7a5b]It’s beautiful...[/color][/i]” she said in a hushed tone, at which the young man giggled, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Well, how about you try it on then? See how it feels[/color][/i]” he replied. Mel shook her head, hair sashaying in front of her face, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]No I don’t think I could… I-I wouldn’t buy it anyways, so would be rude...[/color][/i]” she said, solemnly. KC hummed and reached out for it, rubbing over the embroidered flower, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Oh hush, these are meant to be worn! People come here all the time to window shop[/color][/i]” he said, holding it towards her. Confused, she reached to feel it, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]People buy windows here?[/color][/i]” she asked, rubbing a finger over the soft fabric. The siamese couldn’t contain his laughter, but quickly reassured her, “[i][color=#b9ffff]No no, window shopping is when people look through the windows to shops and imagine themselves buying something[/color][/i]” he said, releasing the dress and letting her hold it alone. Mel was embarrassed at the silly assumption, and tried to push past it, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Okay… but I wouldn’t just be looking at the window, I’d be wearing the thing! Would someone buy it after I wore it?[/color][/i]” she asked. KC nodded, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Of course! I doubt you’d be the first person to wear this one, it’s probably been tried on multiple times[/color][/i]” he said, reassuringly. The bovine felt butterflies in her chest, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Well… if you say so, I guess I could try it on...[/color][/i]” she said, the young man pulling it out from the revolving rack and handing it to her, then helping guide the woman back towards the dressing room, “[i][color=#b9ffff]You should! This is what visiting malls is all about[/color][/i]” he hummed.

The short siamese spent the next several minutes sitting outside a changing room, listening to the sounds of clothing being tossed around, buttons undone, and eventually a zipper being tugged up; along with a few grunts. Finally, her voice called out, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Um, could you come in for a second? I can’t quite… get this zipper...[/color][/i]” she said, clearly sounding a bit flustered. KC rose to his feet in the blink of an eye and steadily opened the door, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Sure, just a second...[/color][/i]” he said, giving her a moment to shriek in case she hadn’t covered herself yet. No scream came, and instead he stepped inside, all of the air leaving his lungs. Mel was awkwardly reaching for her own back, trying to tug up a zipper and failing, but KC hardly noticed. Instead, he looked at how the dress perfectly conformed to her figure, highlighting a curvy but padded physique that was soft in all the right places and was complemented by the silk. The woman looked at him through the mirror, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]KC? Please?[/color][/i]” she asked, whining softly as he suddenly leapt into action “[i][color=#b9ffff]Right, sorry![/color][/i]” he replied.  Nimble, gentle hands delicately tugged the zipper up until it locked into place and was tucked beneath the overlapped fabric, which he smoothed down along her back and over her tailbone, concealing the zipper entirely. The bovine’s heart practically leapt from her chest as she observed her reflection in the mirror, as if she were looking at a different woman entirely. Her eyes stared up and down herself, the white flowery pattern adorning her bosom, the subtle creases beneath her plush stomach, the expanse of exposed thigh, and eventually the young man behind her. Mel turned to face him and saw that he too was very clearly staring; KC’s chest was beating at an identical pace. 

Eventually she broke the silence and turned back towards the mirror, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]It… fits perfectly[/color][/i]” she said, fingers running down along her sides and hips. Restraining himself from reaching out to touch her the same, the young man stepped up beside her and nodded, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Like a beautiful glove[/color][/i]” he said, the dim-lighting allowing the dress’s sequins to glisten. Mel swallowed, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]You… think I’m beautiful?[/color][/i]” she asked, turning her hip slightly to examine more of herself. KC soaked in every inch, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Of course I do, I think you’re beautiful in the jeans and flannel too[/color][/i]” he said, looking at the clothes on the bench. Mel felt slightly misty-eyed at that, unable to stop herself as she reached out and wrapped her arms around the short man, hands rubbing along his back as she held him to her soft front, head against her chest. With a small lump in her throat she responded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Thank you...[/color][/i]” KC let the embrace linger for a moment, hands on her back and reciprocating until she eventually released him, and he did the same. The feline then gave an affirmative nod, “[i][color=#b9ffff]I’ll buy it[/color][/i]” he said matter-of-factly as he basked in her beauty. Mel crooked her head, confused, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Huh?[/color][/i]” she said, slightly confused. He chuckled, “[i][color=#b9ffff]The dress! I’m going to buy it for you, unless you don’t want that[/color][/i]” the feline reaffirmed, as the woman’s heart resumed its pounding. No one had ever bought her anything like this before, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Really? Why?[/color][/i]” she asked, trying to comprehend the gesture. KC just laughed, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Because I think you should have it, and because I like you[/color][/i]” he replied, the mist in Mel’s eyes forming into water, a few tears running down the sides of her face. She didn’t have anything to say, and so the siamese just giggled and embraced her once again, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Take care of it please, but if you ever do have issues with it my mother is a tailor, so I can get it fixed[/color][/i]” he said, rubbing her back once again. The woman replied emphatically, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Of course, of course! I’ll protect it with my life[/color][/i]” she replied, KC laughed, “[i][color=#b9ffff]No need to go that far, but I appreciate the gesture[/color][/i]” he said, patting her on the back and letting her step away once again. She glanced at her backside over her shoulder one more time, fantasies racing through the bovine’s head; she almost didn’t hear her own stomach growl. Mel hadn’t realized how long it had been since breakfast, but the sound her gut made caused her to blush, and KC grinned, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Okay, you take that off and then we’ll go down to the food court for lunch, my treat[/color][/i]” he mused, the girl nodding along. Mel couldn’t help but feel like a princess as she beamed down to him, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Yes please! I’m staaarving[/color][/i]” she said, reaching back to start fiddling with the zipper, unable to properly reach it. The siamese giggled, reaching for it and pulling it down just a few inches, to where she could reach it but not exposing her, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Good! The food court has anything you could ever want in it, so we can get a big lunch~[/color][/i]” he mused, stepping back out of the changing room.

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The bovine couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had seen more food than this. KC had said he would go and get them something to eat, and had taken quite a while to do it, but she hadn’t really realized why until he came back. Mel couldn’t see the surface of the circular table anymore, as it was covered in chicken nuggets, hamburgers, milkshakes, ice cream, sandwiches, french fries, General Tso’s chicken, pizza, sodas, fried rice, and a few cupcakes. It was like an ocean of greasy food; or more accurately a capitalist’s Thanksgiving. The cow was a bit shocked at the sight, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]KC, I...[/color][/i]” she trailed off, the chipper young man perking up in his seat and smiling over at her, “[i][color=#b9ffff]I know it’s a lot, but I thought it’d be a fun treat since you might not come back here for a while! We can package up what’s left over, and you can take it home[/color][/i]” he said, sweetly. In her head the young woman wasn’t quite sure what to think, but for her stomach there was no question: it was time to eat. She sat up, smiling and nodding back at him with a small bit of shakiness, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]R-right! It all looks so delicious, I just don’t know where to start[/color][/i]” the woman said, ruminating for a moment. The siamese offered some assistance, picking up a slice of pizza and handing it towards her, “[i][color=#b9ffff]This pizza place is really good! I visited it a lot back in my old town[/color][/i]” he said, Mel nodding and reaching for it, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Sure! I can’t remember the last time I had this stuff[/color][/i]” she said, holding the flimsy slice with two hands and bringing the pointed end towards her mouth. Upon biting into it, Mel was greeted with a wonderful blast of greasy, overwhelming flavors on her tongue, the crunchy crust and gooey cheese forming a perfect contrast as she eagerly began to chew. Being a cow, she made short work of the first bite and quickly dove back in for another, replying to the feline with her mouth full, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Hmm, it ish weally good! [/color][/i]” she said, the food slurring her speech slightly. The siamese giggled at the silly sound of her voice, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Well good! Maybe we’ll have to come back sometime then[/color][/i]” he said sweetly, reaching for the single milkshake he had gotten himself and starting to sip from it. 

It didn’t take very long before the slice of pizza was just flakes of crust resting in her denim covered lap, the woman brushing them onto the floor and happily sighing. The pizza had been delicious, but somehow, she didn’t feel full, not even close to it. It barely felt like she had eaten anything at all. So, she plucked a chicken nugget from the pile and popped it into her mouth, eating the whole thing at once while KC simply watched and slowly sucked down the milkshake. Mel picked another one up from the pile, and another, practically forgetting that she wasn’t alone at the table and had a very patient young man watching on. The food was simply too delicious for her to ignore, the cow falling victim to the intoxicating allure of sodium, cholesterol, carbs and fat that was laid out before her. About half-way through the pile of chicken nuggets Mel switched her focus towards one of the hamburgers, unwrapping it and bringing it to her mouth, so she could bite right into it! The woman let out a satisfied groan, chewing down the mouthful and quickly going for the next one. Cows naturally ate a lot, but typically Mel didn’t eat like [i]this,[/i] not in quantity, or in content; naturally her body was going to respond. The dress was in a shopping bag beside her and she had put back on her jeans and button-down shirt, which hugged her figure comfortably. At least, that’s how they hugged her when she sat down. Now having finished a slice of pizza and a burger though, her stomach had begun to paunch slightly, pushing out against her front and putting a bit of strain on the buttons of her top. Further, her high-waisted jeans were feeling tight around her hips, a tiny bit of muffin-top forming as plush flesh bubbled out above the hem. The woman recognized what the meal was doing to her physique, but frankly she couldn’t be bothered, instead opting to indulge in the wonderful deluge of food sprawled out in front of her. 

Mel reached for her own milkshake and took a hefty sip of it to wash down the food, the young man smiling happily as she let out a satisfied sigh, that was followed by a rather loud [i]*URP*[/i], her cheeks turning pink in response. KC giggled, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Seems like I made some good selections[/color][/i]” he teased, as she meekly nodded, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]It’s really good...[/color][/i]” the woman trailed off. The young man just kept on smiling, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Well I’m glad! You can eat as much as you like, I could even get more if you need it.” Mel felt slightly dizzy at the thought of more food and just hummed, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]We’ll see...[/color][/i]” she trailed off, rubbing her stomach and feeling it jostle just a tad. The woman continued on with the milk shake, happily sipping away at it and failing to notice an immediate change it was causing in her: her chest was getting heavier. With every sip her bosom was more tightly packed into her button-down, the shirt struggling to contain the ample adipose she sported. Only once the milkshake was gone did she realize she could peer further into her canyon of cleavage, and she worried it was too lewd of a show for her first outing with the feline. KC didn’t give any impression that he noticed, just glancing over at her and telling her about his job while she chowed down; he tried to not make conversation so she wouldn’t talk with her mouth full. Now, Mel took a fork in hand and began to dig into the General Tso’s chicken, skewering the sauce-drenched meat chunks one by one and happily chowing them down. Faintly she would hear the creaking of her chair beneath her as she did, the threads of her jeans struggling against her wide rump, as each bite caused her bottom to more firmly rub into the back of her seat. 

By now the bovine was well aware of the effects the food was having on her, as her bloated stomach, bust, and bottom strained a once-comfortable outfit and threatened to start bursting free of it. Mel knew she should stop eating, to be polite and ladylike for someone who had been so kind to her, but something inside of her wouldn’t [i]let[/i] her, as her stomach somehow growled and asked for more. Hungrily, she reached down for a sandwich and took a big, firm bite of it. [i]*PING!*[/i] One of the buttons of her top had finally given way, torn free of the threads as it shot onto the floor, the front of her stomach now sticking out and exposing her navel. Her face went slightly pale, and the young man quirked his brow, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Did you drop something?[/color][/i]” he asked, the woman frantically shaking her head in response, cheeks bulged with food and crumbs on her lips. Mel’s chest pounded as she watched him lean under the table, looking for something on the floor, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Ah![/color][/i]” he said, reaching down and plucking something off the tile. KC came back up from the table and handed her the button, “[i][color=#b9ffff]I think this is yours[/color][/i]” he said, sweetly, as the woman’s unsteady hands reached for it quickly and shoved it into a very tight pocket, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Thanks![/color][/i]” she peeped. Mel went to go take another bite of her sandwich, and suddenly something made her face burn up: KC’s hand was rubbing her stomach. The young man didn’t say anything, he just affectionately reached under the table and rubbed a hand along her filled, strained stomach; it felt incredible. She wanted to shy away from him, but the relief his gentle, slender hands provided to her bloated midsection was immeasurable, and she wanted nothing more for him to continue doing it.  KC didn’t even address it, casually going on with what he had been saying about his marketing job while he reached across the table and touched the soft, springy stomach she was growing, palm rubbing into the bare skin that had been exposed by the missing button. Mel finished the sandwich and reached for a cupcake, which caused her top to grow even tighter, the button on the front of it looking as if it were going to shoot off like a bullet! The siamese didn’t let it, he just reached over, snipped it with a claw, and let her bosom bounce out with more freedom, breasts that had surpassed cantaloupes in size resting on top of a stomach that rubbed the table in front of her. On one hand she was embarrassed that he exposed more of her cleavage, but on the other she was grateful she had prevented something that might’ve brought outside attention to herself. The bovine adjusted her position, leaning forwards slightly to hide her paunching stomach beneath the rim of the table; this inadvertently gave KC an even better view of her bosom, which he certainly did not complain about.

As Mel began to feast on fried rice, he moved his palm downward slightly, rubbing along her plumpened thigh that was constantly rubbing against its opposite member. Her heart was beating, but she kept on eating, the feline delving no further as he simply circled his palm and rotated a thumb against her jean-straining figure. To that end, the denim too was soon giving way, the button on her front popping free and allowing her gut to stick outwards onto the seat in front of her, as gentle shredding would expose her bare, caramel hips, fat bubbling through symmetrical tears in the material.  His hands felt so soft, so gentle, easing the tension of the meal in more ways than one, and allowing her to feel comfortable in a situation which should not have been. If anything, Mel was happy to finish the rice, leaning over to grab one of the cupcakes, arms stretching over a warzone of discarded packaging and food scraps. The woman leaned in, dragging her tongue along the top of the dessert and lapping up all the icing; when she finished KC reached for her face. Mel froze as his thumb rubbed along her nose, and then went to his mouth, he was licking icing off of it. She couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture, and he did the same, watching as she took a bite into the vanilla, spongy treat. [i]*Shriiiip*[/i] Suddenly the bovine’s face became very pink once again as she realized the back of her pants had now split open, her bottom not only pushing the jeans back and showing off her ass as if it were cleavage, but now having torn the fabric itself. The siamese couldn’t help but giggle, and she squirmed in place, biting into the cupcake and throwing the wrapper onto the pile: there was no more food on the table. 

KC rose to his feet and walked around the table, sitting on her side of the booth and attempting to wrap an arm around her: there was simply no space between her soft back and the upholstered material. He settled for sitting beside her, resting his head against her soft arm as she huffed, her cheeks feeling a tad flabbier than they had before as she looked down at her burgeoning cleavage, the tops of her black, lacey bra cups visible to the both of them, along with the front of her stomach and her hips. Luckily her ass was concealed by the seat, but it wouldn’t stay that way forever. KC’s hand patted the top of a plush thigh, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Well, I’m glad you liked it,[/color][/i]” he said, as she sheepishly smiled, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]It was the best meal I’ve ever had...[/color][/i]” the bovine trailed off. The Siamese returned the smile, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Good, I’ll have to bring you back sometime! Maybe we can do some more shopping[/color][/i]” he said, Mel’s chest fluttering and then quickly sinking. She looked over to her other side at the shopping back, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Oh… this probably won’t fit anymore, will it...[/color][/i]” she said solemnly. KC wasn’t put down in the slightest, “[i][color=#b9ffff]We can go see if they exchange it for one in your size, or we could just stuff you into it anyways, although it probably will end up like these jeans[/color][/i]” he teased, a finger poking one of the fat bubbles along her hip. The cow nodded, her caramel hair bouncing on her shoulders and against his forehead, “[i][color=#ad7a5b]Sure, that sounds good to me,[/color][/i]” she replied, leaning down and planting her lips to his cheek. KC’s heart fluttered and soon he shimmied over, rising to his feet and reaching for her hand, “[i][color=#b9ffff]Alright, but first we have to get you out of here missy[/color][/i]” he teased, her padded palm grabbing onto his much smaller one as she huffed with a mild amount of embarrassment. 

With some effort she slid free, her stomach fully allowed to jostle in front of her, resting in the room opened up by the broken fly of her jeans, with her shirt riding up and showing off the underside as well. The taller woman peered over her shoulder at her bottom, examining the noticeable-but-not-enormous hole across it. KC didn’t comment on it, he instead reached out to pat her far hip, finally able to reach across her back, even if his arm was near fully extended. The smaller feline just smiled up at her, and she found herself smiling back down at him, following along as he led her back to the store.