She's sweating. Crying. Gritting her teeth. She feels like she's about to explode. She presses on anyway. She needs that prize. She needs to impress her love. She needs to feel her body thicken and swell and get all soft and jiggly and comfy. She needs it. She needs it. She needs it.

"Congratulations!" says Monoceros, when Katie has eaten all her food.

In come the desserts.

There's a veritable ziggurat of gulab jamun before Katie.

She pops them into her mouth far faster than expected. It is a well known fact that humans have a second stomach reserved for desserts. "Round, fluffy, and sweet... just like you."

"Oh, butterball, I'm not sweet at all."

"You are to me." 

"Well, I guess you'd know."

"I don't  even huff know what that's huff supposed to mean huff." 

"It means you tasted me, sugarcane."

"Sorry huff too full huff thinking hard huff."

"It'll get easier, my papaya."

She finishes the gulab jamun. There's honey sauce all over her face and kimono. She untied the little thing around the waist that holds it together a good while ago and her distended gut is sticking out. She looks down at it. It's even more swollen than last night. "Prize?", she groans.

"You win! My darling persimmon."

And Monoceros gets to her feet and, without wiping the syrup off her lips, sweeps Katie off her chair, off her feet, into a low dip, and kisses her.

She's so floored she doesn't even notice the brief feeling like she's gonna vomit from sudden movement. She wraps her arms around Monoceros's vast middle and squeezes as hard as she can. God she's so soft. She feels up her back rolls and roots around in her mouth for a while before getting back up. "So if I failed, were you just never gonna kiss me?"

"Oh, you would've earned it eventually." Smooch.

She feels a little regretful for putting herself in this much pain for something she would've gotten anyway but knows better than to say so aloud. "Can I have the pink stuff now? Tummy hurty." 

"Oh, the pink stuff isn't right if you just need a painkiller, petite pakora." She pulls something out of her pocket and slaps a patch on Katie's tummy. It's soothing, sort of like a cross between a hot pad and a massage. It's possible its original purpose was period cramps but it works fine for this too.

"Aohhhhhh, that's better. You wanna come cuddle with me while I show my friends how much I just wolfed down?"

"You're very snuggly-temperamented, aren't you. I don't want to be photographed. Maybe this evening."

"Oh,  I wasn't gonna take pics of you." She was gonna ask, actually, but she's glad that's been cleared up in advance. "Just of the food, I mean. And maybe my belly but I'll make sure you aren't in the shot."

"All the pics of your tum you like, naturally."

"So are you coming, or not? C'mon, don't you wanna feel how taut and round my gut is?"

"I didn't wake up yesterday morning planning to kidnap you! I have things to do. After the convention my schedule will open up."

"Fair. See you in a few hours, you adorably whimsical lardass."

She waddles awkwardly down the hall to her room, changes back into the bathrobe, and sees if she can get her phone connected to the Internet without needing to ask a goon for help.

Assuming her phone has Celeste it works no problem.

She flops down on the bed and opens up Eris.

[images of lunch] @blinkenlights your pics, sir