"You nourish me so well, boss. I love you." Tears well up in her eyes. Submitting feels good. Mo loves her. Mo takes good care of her. Obeying her feels natural and right. It's nice to have someone worth kneeling to. Chomp smack gobble munch chomp.

"You are the sweetest little red bean dumpling." Tempura! Shrimp and broccoli and sweet potato and carrot and eggplant and scallion and halibut and softshell crab and green bean and asparagus all in fluffy crispy batter with a soy sauce and rice vinegar dip.

"You've given me an experience I don't know if anyone else could. Not just the fattening, but like... being able to submit to someone in a way that feels good and natural and right, someone worthy of it. It's nice. Comforting. My whole life I've been fighting and struggling and shit, it's a nice change of pace to just go limp, metaphorically speaking, and let someone else take control."

"Awwwwwww." Cheek pinch. "You say the sweetest things."

Red bean dumplings are next.

She's unenthused, but she does her best to be a good girl and pack her gut to the brim. Another of those drug thingies to make these taste good would be appreciated

"It shouldn't've worn off yet."

"Well don't blame me, you're the one who made it."

"Go on, have a bite, if you don't like it I will take the pharma back to the drawing board."

Chomp.

The beans are rendered into a thick sweet paste; it's halfway between nougat and milkshake.

"Huh, better than I expected. I don't like beans normally."

"A deficit ripe for correction!" Om nom nom dumplings.

"I love it when you talk about correcting me."

"Oh good, because you showed up with all these inconvenient food aversions and it's tragic."

"It's so wild how you're basically mind controlling me and all I can think is 'she's turning me into such a fucking glutton and it's so fucking hot.'"

"Oh, please, I'm giving you the mad science equivalent of miracle berries."

"I would still feel super weird about it if it weren't being done by a hot woman."

"You run on libido more than most people do."

For second dessert, a dome-shaped green cake! Cut open it reveals white layers with red between them. "Princess cake!" announces Monoceros.

Oooh, what's it taste like?

The green is a marzipan-based frosting, and the red is raspberry, and the white cake is normal vanilla cake, though the goons did a good job with it.

Katie like raspberry. Nomnomnomnomnom.

"You're cute."

"You too, boss."

That's all for tonight - there was a lot of ramen and sushi - and Monoceros hasn't started on the frog project with Chair yet so she's nontoxic. She pushes the table out of the way to pull Katie into her lap, broth-spills and a bit of marzipan on her nose and all.

She sensually lays her head on Mo's shoulder. "C'mon, big girl, wanna sensually feel up my shoulder bones before they're buried?"