"You are a horny little creampuff."

"I get like this when I'm full."

"Oh, when have you ever been full? You look like this is the first real meal you've ever touched."

"I rarely eat a quarter of this much, true. Guess that's probably why it gets me so hot and bothered. Hope eating like this all the time doesn't make it stop though, because God do I love feeling like this."

"Oh, if you like being turned on all the time I can do that direct." Mmm, ice cream.

"Can? You're already doing it just by looking like that." A drop of melted ice cream dribbles down her chin and falls onto the space between her breasts.

"But what if I ran an errand and then you were able to string together a thought that wasn't about me? Can't have that."

"You're adorable, y'know that?" She finishes the last bite of ice cream. She's so fucking full. She can feel her stomach stretching. She can feel her fat cells swelling. Her synapses glow with the pure, simple pleasure of gluttony. 

"I diiiid but it's nice to be appreciated."

A goon takes the ice cream bowls. Monoceros gets up, hands planted on the table, and leans toward Katie.

She grunts and breathes heavily. She doesn't know how much she can do with her gullet this packed but she trusts Monoceros not to do anything that'll agitate it. 

She picks Katie up, bridal-style but with her arms apart so she's not bent too much at the waist. Brings her over to the bed and plops her onto it.

"Be gentle, dearest. I'm in a delicate state right now. Don't want to disturb the tummy." She puts a hand on her distended middle for emphasis. She doesn't even know where the "dearest" part came from. She's operating on auto-pilot. She's very sleepy from the immense meal but she wants this even more.

"Oh, kumquat, the pink stuff has an anti-emetic in it." And then she pulls off her leather pants and sits on Katie's face.

It's impossible to see, but she's smiling wider than she has in her life. Her eyes roll back into her head. Monoceros's vast weight pressing down on her is painful, but in a good way. A loving, comforting way. She's pretty sure her neck won't snap. She reaches up and eagerly grabs handfuls of thigh meat.

"Well, you've been flirting with me all through the meal, you cinnamon-sugar churro, hop to!" She smacks a convenient tit.

She whimpers audibly. Her spindly legs twitch. She moves her hands upward and has a squeeze of Monoceros's love handles. They're exquisite. Like the raw pizza dough they used to give her to play with while she waited for her food at the Italian restaurant as a kid, only warmer. She's baffled how she's still thinking about food right now but who knows what that pink stuff is doing to her brain. Good things, she hopes.

Pinch. "Your tongue, sweet potato."

Oh right, that. She takes a deep breath and begins attempting to maneuver her tongue where it needs to go, hoping she's shaved down there. She makes a mental note to tell Monoceros not to call her sweet potato as soon as her mouth is no longer obstructed by a glorious mound of womanflesh. She fucking hates those things.

"That's better." Monoceros isn't exactly shaved, but the hair follicles are suspiciously neatly organized and restrained in their output.

Oral isn't normally her thing, but by god, Monoceros is. She devours her nether regions with gusto, delicately circling the clit with the tip of her tongue. Her hands move further up, firmly grasping her breasts, taking a moment to run across them and savor the softness, the squish, the heft, and then getting into position for her thumbs to delicately circle her nipples like she's fidgeting with the joysticks on a video game controller.

"I'm not fragile, lambchop."

She intensifies her motions. She pushes hard at the clit with her tongue like she's trying to get food out of a crevasse in her tooth. Her fingernails dig into the tender flesh of Monoceros's breast. One hand reaches back down and feels up her vast, fleshy tummy. It runs from side to side along the bottom roll, digging its fingernails in as well. She grips it tight and gives it a little jiggle. Her own nethers ache. She needs relief, but she's not in the right position to grind her clit on anything, and stimulating it herself while there's all this woman to explore would feel wrong.

Monoceros is kind of curious if Katie can get off from having her crotch slapped. If she can't it's fun anyway!

Her legs twitch inward. She bites her lip and moans. That didn't make her come but it sure did make her feel something. She runs her hand up Monoceros's belly to her tits and back down again. Her tongue works harder at her clit. It's starting to ache. She really hopes it doesn't get too tired and cramp up before she makes her come.

"Oh, good li'l sucklingpiginablanquetteduveau," she gasps, going in for some more pinching.