#carapacanon

[silkenseductress]

>Declining? No. A bit tired of acting like Roxy? Yes. On the precipice of shoving anything that morsel of food that she can get her hands on down her own gullet? The pawn didn't say this, and she would vehemently deny it and probably whine about her diet of nothing if the space player mentioned it. But again, [Kanaya] can see it in her eyes. Very, very yes.

"And Yet Here You Are, Banishing Me... And Burning Holes Into The Faux Cadavar Over There, Hmm??"

>PM would suddenly feel a very literal, real weight lifted from her as kanaya lofted herself into the air- flapping her inadequate wings for affect, but clearly shifting her bulk through virtue of magic

>rather than moving back to her seat- or returning to full size, for that matter- she instead drifted closer to the tray, letting her hanging belly hit the table with a surface shuddering slam. Settling down onto the surface of her own gut, she leaned toward the rubs and took an exaggerated whiff, letting off a sigh of satisfaction before turning back to PM and giving her a wink

"I Can See- You're Being Tempted Here. Well Not To Worry, Your Very Good Friend Kanaya Is Here To Help Darling. Let Me Just Help Myself To This And Get It Out Of Your Mind"

>she gives her wide, jiggly butt a wobble in the Prospitians direction while reaching heavy, doughy arms toward the platter

"Wouldn't Want To Ruin Your Diet With All This Delicious, Saucy, Steaming Meat, Right?? Better That I Have It Allllll To Myself"

[silkenseductress]

>That fat thing PM can explain and they already know about, sweet little [Maryam]. [Her] being a size changing goddess is quite a bit harder to work around. Also you know, the two of them had to at least keep things tasteful. This isn't the pleasure district, they have a limit to being weird! ...Said the carapacian woman who was being a bit more aggressive with the bouncing from hearing the faint sounds of crashing flesh against her lap earlier, until now. Gods, you are just pent up aren't you?

>Oh ha ha, very rich coming from the troll who keeps threatening to sit on her, and also threatened to and did shove the parcel mistress down [her] throat when they first met. Get back to normal size and go to your seat, blobby.

"Very Different!! Very Different. Anyway, It Sounds Like You're Asking For These..."

>smack smack, right on top of her barely tits, sending a nice ripple through them

"To Be Much More Visibly Topless By Virtue Of Being Full Sized Again

It Also Sounds Like You're Declining To Cram Your Favorite Little Lard Pillow Full Of Meat Which Is Just

Wow. So, So Hurtful"

>Sniff

[silkenseductress]

>Not to worry, not to worry! PM was a pro when it came to dealing with heavy objects. ...Now her trying to hold onto the blanketing mound of flab while maintaining her composure, that was a different story. And a losing battle given how firmly the pawn grasped the tiny woman. No surprise there that the highly emotional gal didn't regain her composure on a dime. Nor was it a surprise that the wooden chair was whining, given all this added weight.

>Please also ignore her leg bouncing in place as she waits for these two to leave. Ahaha yeah, she'll give [her] your regards, LC! Please just leave already. ...Are they gone yet? Oh thank Skaia, the troll could hear, followed by a groan from both carapacian and chair as the pawn slumps backwards in her seat, pushing away from the table.

>if the chair was having trouble at rest, bouncing her was definitely going to help the situation- nothing like sending the stuffed blob of a troll into a wobbling frenzy to take the stress off taxed wood. Or to calm your mind- surely rolling smacks of grey flesh pounding into your legs and stomach would do wonders to stop exciting her

>when finally freed, PM would find the little troll with one fat hand balled into a fist, resting smarmily against her voluminous cheek

"You Know PM Usually Girls Wait To Take Me On A Few Dates Before Trying To Shove Me Between Their Legs

And I Always Get A Warning First~

I Thought Your Friends There Were Cool Why Suddenly Trying To Hide That We're Being Aggressively Horny In This Poor, Public Establishment??"

[silkenseductress]

>What would she do? Nothing for most of those few second before collision. Her eyes glazed over the roast, jaw going slack the hunger built up magical soda and fasting combined with desires to just let loose beginning to win out against the (equally irrational) part of her brain holding her back. The frankly cartoonish display also doing nothing to deter her craving. Really, [she] could expect that the second those two leave, the mental dam is bursting and this thin little dame is going to swallow the whole thing. Probably like some metaphorical werewolf. ...You know maybe thats why she became friends with a vampire-

>Hey where's your friend, the chef piped up, bursting this thought bubble. And just like that, PM is brought back down to Derspit, quickly scooping the pixie from under the platter to hide her on her lap, under the table. Oh you know, she just needed some fresh air for a second, ehehe...

>Stupid realistic interruptions...

>Kanayas face was getting tired- she could not keep up the constant cavalcade of smirking this silly bitch's irrational capping of her desires was causing- she couldn't read minds, but she could read faces, and-

>Eep!

>The grab catches her by surprise, and suddenly she finds herself whumped onto PM's lap under the table

>Well, mostly on PMs lap. And oozing a bit between her legs, and overflowing her thighs on either side, and squished up against her stomach...

>God she was heavy. Small or not she seemed dense. Good thing PM only had to hold her there, not do any hauling...

[silkenseductress]

>What's that? We're sorry [Kanaya], but you'll have to speak up, PM is currently just giggling to herself and muttering stuff about getting the royal treatment again.

>The door to the kitche is kicked open, as the black and white duo stroll out with the chef's project. Its always a good sign when there is so much meat that two people needed to carry it. Not so much a good sign when neither of them notice the pillow of Maryam on the table, as they maneuver to drop the platter and meal on the table, nor the fact that the whole meal was rather... macabre.

>Look that is some very lovely bark on those ribs, but did the LC really have to decorate this platter like a charred corpse?! Like Skaia above man, you went way too extra with sausage link intestines, haggis where the stomach should be, some sort of sponge cake where the lungs are... How does that even link up with the theme of meat- yep nope that blood, thats the scent of blood, this is blood pudding. And so, much to his chagrin, HW would like to introduce his friend's favorite concoction. The... ugh... the Meatmare. The annoyance showing clear on HW's face as he had to make this pun, as LC just cackles and repeats the name with sheer mirth. Well at least its on theme with this place and district, we suppose. Still, fucking dersites, man...

"Laugh It Up Mail Girl, We'll See How You Feel In A Week"

>The slamming door catches her attention, and in moments she's practically drooling at the smell, watching the procession of meat toward the table like a hawk- up to the point its over her and casting shadow onto her fat body "Meat... Mare. Uh Huh."

>She can't see it, yet, though the chance of something like that putting off an Alternian, especially this alternian, weren't too high. Instead she planted her hands on her love handles, looking up at the silvery tray above her, closing one eye and glancing toward PM

>She didn't say anything- she could just magic herself out of the way, but she was feeling a little pixie-ish and wanted to see what PM would do about her imminent meat smothering

[silkenseductress]

>Oh yes, because the prospitian totally wants to walk around like Derse's former queen mixed with the complete lard filled body of a Maryam. ...Well just this [Maryam], the pawn corrects herself. The other one is definitely bigger, and would gorge herself nonstop to make herself wider than both sides of the street and sidewalk if she wasn't already. Red in the face and lustful she may be, the courier still reminds herself of rule #1 of the Echo: Thou Shalt Not Tempt The Knitting Master With Ass Related Matters.

>But yeah, don't want to be like you, tubby. Being able to walk around, cracking sidewalks and threatening to damage walls and passing by pawns with each sway of her hips; her presence demanding attention and warning every nearby restaurant of how they're soon to be cleared out. Shorts having lost the war on two fronts as she just gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger...

>You're fat, you know that? Uh huh, sure Ms. "completely red in the face, stomach roaring something fierce from the scent as well, and putting more thought into this than necessary" Mailwoman.

"Sure, Sure. I'm Sure You Don't Spend Hours Fantasizing About Any Of Those Things, Or Daydreaming About Letting Your Boyfriend Hook You Right Up To A Pipe Of Unfettered, Delicious Food And Letting It Pump You Fuller And Fatter Til You're Overspilling Buildings And Streets And..." >she stops, giving PM a pointed look and laughing coquettishly, turning her head to squish fat cheek against fat shoulder "Well, It's Not Relevant, Since You'd Never Consider Such A Thing. You're Clearly So Much More Reserved And Less Gluttonous Than I~ Speaking Of Though..." >she slaps her stomach with both hands, burping before leaning ineffectually to the side "Hey!! I Can Smell That Good Shit Back There, Are You Two Holding Out On Us??"

[silkenseductress]

>Her hands go up along with a shrug, as she promise's that she won't take the easy route with that info about her rank. She'll be the bigger woman here. Well, except for this regard, the pawn said with her lips curling as her finger plucks against the overtaxed fabric around the tear of her shorts. Man, these are subpar.

>The shutter can be heard opening and closing, as the Head Waiter perks up and proceeds to enter the kitchen. Seems main course #2 is either close to done or finished. Smells like barbeque in there...

"Hey!!"

>smack- her tiny hand wacks at PM's finger, and she wags her own pudgy pointer in reprimand at the Prospitian.

"Only I'm Allowed To Insult My Own Clothing Thank You Very Much." She admonishes with a playful huff, "No Need To Be Rude To My Attire Because You're Jealous It's Not Your Big White Ass Oozing And Spilling All Over The Place For People To Gawk At"

>she gives PM a smug wink, licking her lips and inhaling deeply as their dutiful waiter disappears

"Now That Smells Great- Hopefully He Made Enough To Keep Up~"

[silkenseductress]

>One would think that she'd be used to Magical Bullshit such as that, given several people she knows, but no. Please enjoy this pawn going wide eyed for a second.

>Oh please, she'd do no such thing. The courier has a satchel after all; no need debase herself by carrying you, little miss food balloon. The prospitian said this, redness still on her face and the finger of her other hand idly tracing the tiny tears absolutely not showcasing that she was thinking of just that. Certainly. The Parcel Mistress just expected a master seamstress and equally masterful glutton such as herself to come prepared for emergencies, thats all.

"If You Think I'm Going To Fit In That Little Sack Of Yours By The Time I'm Done Here You Have A Rude Awakening Coming" >she smacks the top of her gut with a self satisfied smirk, giving a maple burp before licking her lips and leaning back, luxuriating of PM's finger digging into the exposed skin between the rips of her shorts "And Its Apprentice Seamstress, Actually- And It's Not My Problem If Other People Get To Enjoy The Sight Of Me Blowing Out Some Subpar Clothing. No Reason To Worry About Keeping Spares~"