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  1. -- ectoBaralogist [EB] began pestering thicksetTherapist [TT] at 19:39 --
  2. [19:40:05] EB: hey, rose!
  3. [19:40:58] TT: Good afternoon, John.
  4. [19:41:09] EB: how're things?
  5. [19:41:24] TT: Not too bad, for the most part.
  6. [19:43:04] EB: good to know.
  7. [19:43:27] EB: i'm killing time, mostly.
  8. [19:48:05] TT: Hm. Are you waiting for something?
  9. [19:48:42] EB: yeah, dave to find the spring loaded snakes i shoved in his drawer.
  10. [19:49:41] TT: Assuming you weren't being facticious with that statement, well done.
  11. [19:50:13] EB: rose, i am always completely serious when it comes to acts of tomfoolery.
  12. [19:50:47] TT: Of course. I apologize for doubting you.
  13. [19:51:55] EB: your apology is accepted! for now.
  14. [19:52:13] EB: hehe, so what have you been up to, anyway?
  15. [19:52:14] TT: I believe I'll be watching my back.
  16. [19:52:22] TT: Apparently, sleeping in.
  17. [19:52:39] EB: for a seer of light, you don't seem to go out in the sun often.
  18. [19:52:53] TT: It isn't my fault beds are so comfortable.
  19. [19:53:03] TT: As are couches. And pillows. And things in general.
  20. [19:53:15] EB: i think you have a problem.
  21. [19:53:20] EB: it's called being lazy.
  22. [19:53:27] TT: Hmph.
  23. [19:53:34] TT: A lady needs her beauty sleep, you know.
  24. [19:54:05] EB: maybe other women. jeez, give the competition a chance.
  25. [19:55:32] TT: Besides, it's perfectly healthy to want to relax after a meal, and the...wait.
  26. [19:55:45] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] realizes what his statement was implying and blushes a bit. --
  27. [19:56:41] EB: what?
  28. [19:56:56] TT: Nothing. So why did you fill Dave's wardrobe with serpents?
  29. [19:56:56] EB: did i say something?
  30. [19:58:11] TT: I was just reminded of something, that's all.
  31. [19:58:17] EB: to get back at him for all the pictures he snuck of me when i was stuck as a girl.
  32. [20:00:11] TT: Ah, I had forgotten about those. He seemed insistent that I help myself to the spoils, so I mentally repressed the knowledge of their existance for the sake of your privacy.
  33. [20:00:11] EB: i am a vengeful and wrath filled god!
  34. [20:00:24] EB: wait...
  35. [20:00:27] EB: you got some?
  36. [20:00:48] TT: Of course not. He sent me quite a few links, though I had the restraint to not click any of them.
  37. [20:00:58] EB: oh. okay.
  38. [20:01:11] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] is lying out of her fat ass and has an entire folder of John's boobs, nestled beneath her directories of wizard pornography. --
  39. [20:01:11] EB: haha, well, it's not like you didn't see enough of me as it was.
  40. [20:01:15] TT: That's true.
  41. [20:02:17] EB: personally, i'd prefer it if those things didn't get everywhere.
  42. [20:02:58] TT: I'll do my part to stifle any reoccurrances.
  43. [20:03:26] EB: thank you. your attempts will be rewarded!
  44. [20:03:37] EB: with cookies.
  45. [20:03:53] EB: mostly because i'm baking some, anyway.
  46. [20:03:57] TT: Truly you are an expert at bribery.
  47. [20:04:12] TT: I certainly can't deny my approval of such activities.
  48. [20:15:05] EB: awesome!
  49. [20:15:17] EB: i didn't want to eat them myself.
  50. [20:18:02] TT: ...I'm a little curious as to why you're making so many, then, but I've met your father enough to know it's hereditary.
  51. [20:19:01] EB: actually, it's because i messed up.
  52. [20:19:40] TT: Oh? Was there a Satanic baking ritual I was unaware of? Should I barricade the door against the hordes of ravenous Pilsbury cheesecake-demons?
  53. [20:20:40] EB: yes. i actually should be working on my proton pack right now. when the cheesecake demons bust down the walls, we'll need some firepower.
  54. [20:21:09] TT: Demons aren't ghosts, John.
  55. [20:21:35] EB: they can be.
  56. [20:21:50] EB: it never made it really clear what zuul was, actually.
  57. [20:21:58] EB: i'm fairly certain it was a demon.
  58. [20:21:59] TT: Was Zuul Martian?
  59. [20:22:41] EB: i don't think so?
  60. [20:23:03] TT: Hm. I was under the impression demons originated from Mars.
  61. [20:23:16] EB: only in doom.
  62. [20:23:55] TT: Ah, so you understood. Reference secured.
  63. [20:24:51] EB: i'll have you know that on top of my amazing prowess at pranks and baking, i am also a huge nerd.
  64. [20:25:51] TT: Of course. It would be silly to assume otherwise, considering your infatuation with spectral beings of questionable existance.
  65. [20:30:02] EB: i'm just glad i'm allowed to be in the presence of another huge nerd. it keeps me from feeling like an outcast.
  66. [20:34:32] TT: And what's that supposed to mean?
  67. [20:35:54] EB: it means you're a huge nerd, rose.
  68. [20:35:58] EB: you are one of us.
  69. [20:36:02] TT: Such tact.
  70. [20:36:07] TT: In some ways, I suppose.
  71. [20:36:51] EB: you draw fanart of your favorite book series, you have a ton of books that no one else would really have and you gave me a doom reference.
  72. [20:37:07] TT: Is the latter not a part of popular culture?
  73. [20:37:35] EB: i don't think it is.
  74. [20:37:38] EB: maybe.
  75. [20:37:41] TT: Hm.
  76. [20:37:52] EB: i've never played doom and i got the reference, so it's possible.
  77. [20:38:05] EB: that's not the point, though. the point is, you are a nerd.
  78. [20:38:06] EB: but.
  79. [20:38:09] EB: and there is a but.
  80. [20:38:14] EB: you are still cool.
  81. [20:38:36] TT: I appreciate the sentiment.
  82. [20:38:39] EB: that's right. it is actually possible to be cool and a nerd without breaking the universe.
  83. [20:38:54] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] lifts his hands in mock amazement. --
  84. [20:38:57] EB: whooooa.
  85. [20:39:01] TT: We did break the universe, though. Once or twice.
  86. [20:39:06] EB: oh yeah.
  87. [20:39:13] EB: hm.
  88. [20:39:15] TT: So it probably isn't the most apt comparision.
  89. [20:39:35] EB: i don't think that has anything to do with being a nerd, though.
  90. [20:39:42] TT: I would hope not.
  91. [20:39:51] TT: I've had quite enough of breaking universes.
  92. [20:39:58] EB: haha, me too.
  93. [20:40:10] EB: i think i'd like to relax without something exploding.
  94. [20:40:15] EB: or catching fire.
  95. [20:40:32] EB: speaking of, i better check on those cookies before that happens.
  96. [20:40:37] TT: Or simply crumpling into an existantial well of paradox matter.
  97. [20:40:41] TT: Alright, then.
  98. [20:46:15] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] he's gone and back within a few minutes, a bowl of warm cookies leading the way as he carries them. --
  99. [20:46:18] EB: ta da!
  100. [20:46:27] TT: Oh. That's...mm.
  101. [20:46:46] EB: mm?
  102. [20:47:03] TT: Mmhm. Mm.
  103. [20:47:12] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] sniffs a little, mming at the smell --
  104. [20:47:23] EB: oh.
  105. [20:47:38] EB: hah. they're snickerdoodles.
  106. [20:47:45] TT: I beg your pardon?
  107. [20:47:53] EB: snickerdoodles.
  108. [20:48:00] EB: that's what they're called.
  109. [20:48:14] EB: it's basically just a cinnamon and brown sugar cookie.
  110. [20:48:36] EB: but someone called them snickerdoodles at some point and i guess the name stuck.
  111. [20:48:45] TT: Hmm. That's odd, but I suppose I can accept it.
  112. [20:49:09] EB: i'm surprised you've never heard of them.
  113. [20:49:25] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] reaches forward to pick up a cookie, only to pull her hand away when she realized that grabbing freshly-made cookies straight from the oven probably isn't the best idea --
  114. [20:49:28] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] places the bowl on the table and joins her on the couch. --
  115. [20:49:52] EB: haha, yeah, you might want to let them cool a little.
  116. [20:50:01] TT: I'll consider it.
  117. [20:51:23] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] fidgets slightly, staring at the bowl and waiting for them to cool impatiently. The smell causes her large tummy to gurgle a bit. --
  118. [20:52:29] EB: whoa.
  119. [20:52:34] EB: someone's hungry.
  120. [20:52:39] EB: i got an idea!
  121. [20:52:41] EB: hold on.
  122. [20:52:47] TT: I blame you for your inexplicable talents in...hm?
  123. [20:54:41] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] reaches forward, hand near the bowl. A gust of cool air shoots from them, enveloping the cookies and forcing their temperature to drop. The bowl wobbles dangerously, though, the spinning it. Thankfully, no property damage comes as a result of John's clumsy use of wind powers. --
  124. [20:54:48] EB: okay, they chould be good now.
  125. [20:54:55] TT: ...Ah. That works
  126. [20:55:37] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smiles at him and picks up a cookie, bringing it to her mouth and taking a tiny nibble. Content after a moment with the taste, and the cookie having not spontaniously murdered her, she opens up and pops the entire thing into her mouth, chewing happily. --
  127. [20:57:50] EB: i'm glad you them!
  128. [20:58:12] TT: Mmmm...they're quite something.
  129. [20:58:25] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] pops another into her mouth, letting herself savor the taste --
  130. [20:59:23] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] takes one for himself, enjoying the taste as he leans against Rose. --
  131. [20:59:48] EB: i think i prefer this a whole heck of a lot more to giant skull monsters and exploding planets.
  132. [21:00:27] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] lets him rest against her bulk, a third and fourth cookie already en route to her plump black-painted lips --
  133. [21:00:42] TT: Mmm...I agree. The giant skull monsters were exciting, but not quite as delicious.
  134. [21:01:35] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] is still on his first, nibbling slowly on it. He's honestly not surprised by how ravenous she is. --
  135. [21:01:43] EB: hehe, maybe i should have made some more.
  136. [21:01:48] TT: Mm?
  137. [21:01:58] EB: cookies.
  138. [21:02:04] EB: i probably should have made more cookies.
  139. [21:02:10] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances up at him quizzically, cookie in her hand and crumbs on her face --
  140. [21:02:24] TT: -gulp- There's plenty here, though.
  141. [21:02:35] EB: if you say so.
  142. [21:02:45] EB: you have a thing.
  143. [21:02:48] EB: hold still.
  144. [21:02:56] TT: ?
  145. [21:03:00] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] reaches out a finger and brushes the crumbs off her face. --
  146. [21:03:05] TT: Oh.
  147. [21:03:07] TT: My bad.
  148. [21:03:12] EB: don't worry about it.
  149. [21:03:22] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] nods, smiles, and reaches for more --
  150. [21:05:38] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] catches himself staring at her. It was odd, he never took himself for the kind of guy who was into this sort of thing, but watching Rose devour cookie after cookie had a weirdly erotic vibe to it that he didn't really want to put too much stock into. Her lips pursing around the flat, bready snacks, tongue slipping out to lick the crumbs off her lips, the way she smiled contentedly about each and every mouthful. It was oddly pretty and it was nice seeing her so serene without the help of some sort of booze.
  151. [21:06:03] TT: Were you going to have any more?
  152. [21:06:13] EB: huh?
  153. [21:06:14] EB: oh.
  154. [21:06:14] EB: yeah.
  155. [21:06:29] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances at him, having already gulped down half the bowl with her snacking --
  156. [21:07:25] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] finishes his first cookie and reaches for a second, taking his time with this one in the same way as the first. --
  157. [21:08:02] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] leans back in her seat, eyes fluttering closed as she hiccups softly --
  158. [21:08:24] EB: did you eat too quick?
  159. [21:08:29] TT: Mm...I think I'll take a break. They're excellent, but there's only so much cinnamon one person can take.
  160. [21:08:35] TT: ...And perhaps a little of that.
  161. [21:08:39] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] blushes a bit --
  162. [21:09:10] EB: are you sure?
  163. [21:09:15] EB: they call to you.
  164. [21:09:23] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] makes a high pitched voice. --
  165. [21:09:31] EB: "eat us, rose. eeeeat us."
  166. [21:09:40] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] chuckles a bit, sighing and rolling her eyes at him --
  167. [21:09:47] TT: You make a very compelling argument.
  168. [21:09:56] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] reaches forward with one chubby arm for the bowl --
  169. [21:10:49] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] didn't mean it, but he didn't feel compelled at all to stop her. He'd baked enough for a party of four. He had no idea where she was putting it all. --
  170. [21:11:16] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] thinks for a second about who/what part of her he was lying against and realized that, no, he did know where it was going. --
  171. [21:11:47] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] certainly knew, though, and she felt a warmth and weight in her rotund belly as she swallowed a few more snacks. She certainly wasn't that swollen, and as always she had plenty of room for more, but the amount she had eaten was by no means inconsiquential and another slight hiccup escaped her lips --
  172. [21:12:54] EB: ...sooo...are you still hungry?
  173. [21:13:06] EB: that was impressive.
  174. [21:13:09] TT: Mmm?
  175. [21:13:24] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances down, only just realizing she had nearly demolished John's bowl of cookies --
  176. [21:13:34] TT: ...Oh. Er, sorry.
  177. [21:13:40] EB: don't worry about it.
  178. [21:13:43] EB: i can make more.
  179. [21:13:50] TT: If you're sure.
  180. [21:13:50] EB: it'll give me a chance to practice!
  181. [21:14:02] TT: A good point.
  182. [21:14:29] TT: I suppose I can handle being your gueina pig for a while longer, if the tests are this enjoyable.
  183. [21:15:02] EB: cool. trust me, this'll be the best "testing session" ever. just because it's practice doesn't mean i won't be good at it!
  184. [21:15:12] TT: I have full trust in your capabilities.
  185. [21:15:17] EB: you relax! i'll be back with more good stuff.
  186. [21:15:26] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smiles softly at him, folding her hands over her tummy and resting while she waited --
  187. [21:16:18] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] walks toward the kitchen, already considering what to put together. Would more cookies really sate her? No, maybe something with some meat on it. An actual meal to supplement all the sugar she was shoving down. --
  188. [21:17:00] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] on the other hand was more than happy to gobble up anything John provided her, given her own appetite and his skill at cooking, and bided her time flipping through her omnipresent novel --
  189. [21:18:12] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] reachs into the cupboard, grabbing some spaghetti noodles to set to boil. Courtesy of his windy abilities, he was able to toss a lot of stuff together at once. All at the same time, several pieces of cookware are floating around the air, seamlessly taking in ingredients for a couple of sweet dishes and the platter of spaghetti he was putting together. --
  190. [21:18:43] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glanced towards the kitchen at the noise, but eventually decided John was more than capable of handling food by himself --
  191. [21:19:35] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] as he finishes mixing and cooling a no bake cheesecake, he uses his wind ability to float it to Rose. --
  192. [21:19:43] TT: Ooh.
  193. [21:19:47] EB: here you go! something to tide you over.
  194. [21:20:32] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] perks up at the sight of the cheesecake, giving him an appreciative nod before he vanished again, and happily scooping a bit of the delicious cake on one chubby finger, bringing it to her mouth --
  195. [21:20:51] EB: do you need a fork?
  196. [21:21:06] TT: Mmph?
  197. [21:21:29] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances up, pausing in bringing a hunk of creamy cheesecake to her maw with her bare hand and blushing --
  198. [21:21:38] TT: Er...that would be lovely, yes.
  199. [21:23:28] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] stares for a while at the hunk of white cream on her finger. Oh. Well. That gave him ideas. No, bad! Stay out, hot thoughts. This is no time for boners. Grabbing a fork, he carries it out to her as the sound of platters and the like moving around echo out from the kitchen. Scooping up a piece of the cheesecake, he holds it to her mouth, eyebrows lifting as if to encourage her. --
  200. [21:24:07] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] happily lets him pop the cheesecake into her mouth, licking her lips afterwards and nodding thankfully at him --
  201. [21:24:23] TT: I certainly hope you aren't making TOO much, though.
  202. [21:24:47] EB: no way! it's nothing you can't handle.
  203. [21:25:00] TT: Well, thank you for the confidence.
  204. [21:25:11] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smiles at him and resumes forking her cheesecake into her gullet --
  205. [21:28:01] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] grinning at her, John walks back into the kitchen. It's another few minutes of magically aided speed cooking before he gets everything done, but it's a practical feast by the time he gets it all taken care of. Chocolate chip cookies, lemon bars, brownies, a small one person cake, decked out spaghetti with mushrooms, parmesan, olives, green onions and a loaf of garlic cheese bread. --
  206. [21:28:10] EB: ...maybe i did make too much.
  207. [21:28:23] TT: What was that?
  208. [21:28:43] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] looks up from the nearly-empty cheesecake tin, licking a bit of missed icing from the corner of her mouth --
  209. [21:29:01] EB: uh. nothing!
  210. [21:29:21] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] steps out of the kitchen and spins before stopping in a bow. --
  211. [21:29:22] EB: and now.
  212. [21:29:26] EB: i present to you.
  213. [21:29:29] EB: you're meal!
  214. [21:29:44] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] blinks at the expanse of food --
  215. [21:30:00] TT: ...Huh. I'm impressed.
  216. [21:30:02] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] with a flourish, John makes the plates and bowl float out of the kitchen to hover around Rose to eat them at her choosing. --
  217. [21:30:16] TT: Are you sure you don't want any for yourself?
  218. [21:30:26] EB: i'm not really hungry.
  219. [21:30:35] EB: besides, this was awesome.
  220. [21:30:50] EB: i was able to cut the cooking time down to nothing because of my windy powers.
  221. [21:30:57] TT: Heh, you certainly seem to enjoy all the cooking.
  222. [21:31:34] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] reaches forward for the brownies, gingerly picking one up and bringing it to her mouth. As soon as she bites it, she's smitten with the flavor, and a second meets its end almost as fast as the first. --
  223. [21:31:52] TT: Mmmmmmnn...What did you put in these? They're divine.
  224. [21:32:09] EB: most of this stuff is recipes i learned from my dad.
  225. [21:32:17] EB: or that jane gave me.
  226. [21:32:46] TT: Sh'as eschellent.
  227. [21:33:11] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] gulps, polishing off a few more brownies before she has to pause momentarily --
  228. [21:34:01] TT: Mmmn...I'll have to ask her for th-hic-, er, the recipe. Excuse me.
  229. [21:34:01] EB: should uh. should i get you some napkins?
  230. [21:34:10] EB: it's okay.
  231. [21:34:11] TT: Oh, that would be nice.
  232. [21:34:14] EB: take your time.
  233. [21:34:37] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] steps back into the kitchen and comes back with a roll of paper towels. --
  234. [21:34:45] EB: not napkins, but i hope this is good enough.
  235. [21:34:48] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] nods, only to apparently forget the advice when she spots the lemon bars and grabs one. There are less than there were brownies, and even though they're bigger she seems to scoff them down at around the same rate --
  236. [21:35:25] TT: Mmf, yes, that'll do. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm making you wait on me, but I lack your etheral abilities of wind manipulation.
  237. [21:35:58] EB: don't worry about it.
  238. [21:35:59] TT: Seeing fortunate possibilites isn't particularily conductive towards obtaining food.
  239. [21:36:18] EB: unless it'd be fortunate to get food.
  240. [21:36:34] EB: oh hey, that gives me an idea.
  241. [21:36:44] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] swallows the last lemon bar, nodding at his interjection, and returns to finish off the brownies before turning to the cookies. Her stomach is starting to peek out of her shirt a little bit, but she pays it no mind. --
  242. [21:36:47] TT: Mm?
  243. [21:37:19] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] shifts into his WiseGuy Green Slime Suit and straightens his posture, lifting his chin a little and putting on a rather stuff voice. --
  244. [21:37:26] EB: at your service, madam.
  245. [21:37:28] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] bows. --
  246. [21:37:31] TT: ...
  247. [21:37:39] EB: hehehe.
  248. [21:37:49] EB: you know.
  249. [21:37:53] EB: like a butler?
  250. [21:38:06] EB: ...what? is the suit weird?
  251. [21:38:08] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] can't help but burst out laughing at the gesture, stopping after a moment and wincing at suddenly realizing how full she is. Still, she doesn't show it to John, and continues greedily taking cookies. --
  252. [21:38:23] TT: Dashing, I'd say.
  253. [21:38:27] EB: thanks!
  254. [21:39:30] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] finds the next snack in front of her is the cake, although she suddenly has doubts as to whether or not she can handle it. Still, it smells far too good to leave, and she mentally pushes past her fullness to fork a large hunk out of the delicious-looking pastry --
  255. [21:40:17] TT: ...Mmhh...I don't understand how you could be sick of these things. Especially if they were homemade.
  256. [21:41:31] EB: that was just me being childish.
  257. [21:41:42] EB: i'm still not super fond of it, but i can eat it.
  258. [21:41:59] TT: Don't be so hard on yourself, John, we all have childish moments. It's a vital part of growing...
  259. [21:42:16] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] pauses, a slight red tinge crossing her face and her eyes squeezing half-shut --
  260. [21:42:19] TT: Mmng.
  261. [21:44:32] EB: hey, you okay?
  262. [21:44:52] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] takes a step toward her, eyebrows knitting in concern. --
  263. [21:45:21] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] fidgets a bit, not saying anything, before she swallows hard, places one hand on the crease where her chest met her belly, gave an audible gurgle, and finally managed to let loose a deep, brassy belch that tasted of sugar. --
  264. [21:45:29] TT: ...Oof. E-Excuse me.
  265. [21:46:54] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] pauses for a moment before applauding lightly. --
  266. [21:46:59] EB: i'm impressed.
  267. [21:47:05] TT: Mmphr.
  268. [21:47:08] EB: hehehe.
  269. [21:47:25] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glares at him lightly, face red, before turning back to the half-eaten cake and chewing it a bit slower --
  270. [21:47:41] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] steps over and smooshes her belly lightly. --
  271. [21:47:46] EB: wow, i can feel it getting hard.
  272. [21:47:53] EB: you've got a food baby already.
  273. [21:48:08] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] pauses, blush intensifying and cheeks puffing up slightly, before glancing at him with her velvety eyes --
  274. [21:48:14] TT: ...
  275. [21:48:59] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] smooshes her more in a rolling motion as if massaging her. --
  276. [21:49:09] EB: haha, this is kind of cute.
  277. [21:49:14] TT: ...Nnnnng.
  278. [21:49:26] EB: oh crap.
  279. [21:49:29] EB: does that hurt?
  280. [21:49:32] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances down, clearly enjoying the rubbing and clearly embarassed at herself for enjoying the rubbing. --
  281. [21:49:42] TT: ...N-No, it...feels really nice.
  282. [21:49:52] EB: phew. that's good.
  283. [21:49:56] EB: so...like this?
  284. [21:50:10] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] repeats the motion, kneeling down to get a better angle on her stomach. --
  285. [21:50:21] TT: Ah...mm...
  286. [21:50:53] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] leans back and spreads her legs slightly so he can reach her belly better and hiccups, before slowly scooping the last forkful of the cake into her mouth. --
  287. [21:51:48] TT: ...Mmph...I hope there isn't too -urp-, mm, too much spaghetti...
  288. [21:52:34] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] looks up at the floating plates, noticing the demolished cake and brownie plates. No wonder she seems so full already. He keeps up with the belly massage, suddenly aware of how nice it feels to have so much of her doughy body between his fingers. He lifts her shirt enough to expose it to the air and keeps up his hand movements. --
  289. [21:52:39] EB: nah, you should be fine.
  290. [21:54:15] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] shivers pleasantly at the feeling, and decides to just go all-out, reaching down and tugging her shirt up to tuck beneath her bosom. Having her full, round belly exposed is still a bit flustering, but with John's hands on it and John in general she's can't help but murmur happily, before finally reaching for the spaghetti --
  291. [21:54:34] TT: I certainly hope so. If I explode, I'm not paying for the tab.
  292. [21:55:23] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smirks a little bit, faltering from fullness, but she simply pushes onward and digs into the spaghetti. Like everything else, it's unbelieveably delicious, and she manages to slurp up a few forkfuls before having to slow down again --
  293. [21:55:45] EB: ew, don't explode. i don't want to clean that up.
  294. [21:56:09] EB: besides, you're comfy like this.
  295. [21:56:22] TT: Mmrgh.
  296. [21:56:36] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] places his cheek against her stomach and squeezes her in a slight hug. --
  297. [21:57:24] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] closes her eyes, scooping the spaghetti into her mouth slowly and deliberately. She's rapidly reaching her capacity, and her belly is gurgling and rumbling, clearly audible to John when he presses against it. The hug causes her to pause, not quite sure if she was going to burp again, but when the feeling passes she inhales deeply through her nose and downs another mass of noodle --
  298. [21:59:35] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] returns to massaging her, his ear pressed against her stomach as he listens to her gurgling body. Something about hearing that was comforting. It was weird. Rose should have smelt like cornchips and --
  299. [21:59:36] EB: been kind of gross considering her size, but she somehow managed to stay soft, smooth and she smelt really nice. Like lavender and sugar and a lot of scents that John wasn't familiar with. It felt nice to be this close to her, though. That's all he really needed.
  300. [22:00:52] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] finally manages to reach the end of the spaghetti, now visibly wincing from fullness, and as the last few noodles vanish down her gullet she gives a deep, shaky sigh. The plate floats away at her gentle push, and she slowly falls backwards, crahsing against the seat and letting her round, firm gut stick out proudly, a testament to her gluttony --
  301. [22:01:03] TT: Hah...nng...d-done...
  302. [22:04:24] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] stands up to get a better angle on her stomach as he continues to massage her stomach, hopefully helping to comfort her digestion. Mentally, he was chastising himself for thinking about how all this food was going to go straight to her butt. --
  303. [22:06:16] EB: jeez, i don't even know how you do that?
  304. [22:06:34] TT: Nnng...That's a...good question.
  305. [22:06:44] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] winces again at a particularily loud bubbling --
  306. [22:08:23] EB: maybe being god tier makes our organs stretchy?
  307. [22:09:07] TT: Mmm...maybe you're just good at convincing people to eat their weight in baked goods.
  308. [22:09:23] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances down at him over her bust and belly, biting her lip softly and hesitant to ask for more tummy rubs --
  309. [22:10:29] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] looks at her and notices the look on her face. Smiling, he kneels and kisses her stomach, nibbling lightly at the squishy flesh before pressing down and continuing with the tummy rubs. --
  310. [22:10:45] EB: i've been told i'm very compelling.
  311. [22:10:53] TT: Ooohg...mn...i-it's true, though...
  312. [22:11:14] TT: ...C-Could you, erm...maybe...a little b-bit higher...?
  313. [22:11:58] EB: here?
  314. [22:12:25] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] presses his hands into the upper half of her stomach, hands gliding over the crease in her stomach. --
  315. [22:12:47] TT: Hahh...ah...
  316. [22:13:42] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] leans back further, melting into his rubbing, before his hands finally find the tight, swollen, uppermost curve of her belly, and before long his expert fingers manage to squeeze out an utterly enourmous, meaty belch from the overstuffed young lady, followed by a much smaller burp and a throaty moan of relief --
  317. [22:14:28] TT: ...Nnn...I-I...thanks.
  318. [22:17:27] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] just snorts, segueing into a laugh at the burp. --
  319. [22:17:37] EB: i feel like i'm playing some kind of complicated instrument.
  320. [22:17:42] EB: boop boop.
  321. [22:18:00] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] pokes at her stomach as though pressing the key on a piano. --
  322. [22:18:19] TT: Ugh...you're a terri-brraaaap-...oogh, stop...a terrible person sometimes, you know that?
  323. [22:18:42] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] can't really stay mad at him when he's lavishing her tummy with his hands, though, and the glare she tries to shoot him ends up looking more like a fond regarding --
  324. [22:19:05] EB: i know.
  325. [22:19:10] EB: absolutely the worst.
  326. [22:19:19] EB: but you seem to like me, so i'm doing something right.
  327. [22:19:39] TT: I suppose the best way to a girl's heart actually, nnf, actually is her stomach...
  328. [22:19:47] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] smiles at her, pressing at one particularly hard spot on her stomach. --
  329. [22:19:58] EB: hey, rose?
  330. [22:20:11] EB: mind if i be honest?
  331. [22:20:17] TT: Y-urrrrraaap-...yes?
  332. [22:20:20] EB: it's probably going to sound kind of weird.
  333. [22:20:22] EB: but...
  334. [22:20:26] EB: you're hot.
  335. [22:20:29] EB: or..
  336. [22:20:38] EB: okay, no. there's a better way to say that.
  337. [22:20:49] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] chuckles a bit and slumps, spreading her meaty legs as best she can and letting her belly fill his view --
  338. [22:20:50] EB: you're pretty?
  339. [22:21:00] EB: ugh, that sounds too childish.
  340. [22:21:14] TT: Mm...it's alright. I'm still grateful you think so.
  341. [22:21:20] EB: heh.
  342. [22:21:28] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] gives him a lazy, warm smile over her mountain of bulk --
  343. [22:21:46] EB: i'm kind of excited to see what this looks like after it's gone down.
  344. [22:21:54] EB: you're going to need new pants.
  345. [22:22:18] TT: Perhaps that was your plan all along? To force the, oof, innocent young lady out of her wardrobe?
  346. [22:22:26] TT: Though you're probably right.
  347. [22:24:35] EB: hehehe.
  348. [22:24:48] EB: that's between my and my brain.
  349. [22:24:56] TT: I don't trust either of you.
  350. [22:25:02] TT: ...Mm.
  351. [22:25:10] TT: John, could you do me a favor and stand up for a moment?
  352. [22:25:16] EB: huh?
  353. [22:25:18] EB: sure.
  354. [22:25:25] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] stands, looking down on her. --
  355. [22:26:31] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] lethargically reaches up, gesturing for his hand. When he gives her it, however, she pulls him down atop her, playfully tugging him onto her wide lap and against her round, bloated belly. The impact causes her to give a softer belch and her body to wobble sans gut, but once it subsides she gives him a playful glance --
  356. [22:27:01] EB: uh..hi.
  357. [22:27:05] TT: ...oof...I can't say that I feel entirely innocent having you on the floor like that.
  358. [22:27:17] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] gives him an innocent smile --
  359. [22:28:34] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] finds himself on her, looking her straight in the eyes. He's blushing intensely, fairly certain that one of his hands is pressing against one of her breasts. She's significantly shorter than him, but her girth makes for a rather awkward experience. She doesn't seem to be bother by it, though. --
  360. [22:28:52] TT: Is something the matter?
  361. [22:28:56] EB: that might be beacause you're not entirely innocent.
  362. [22:29:13] EB: nothing.
  363. [22:29:15] EB: nothing at all.
  364. [22:29:32] TT: This coming from the boy who seemed to have no qualms getting his hands all over the poor little girl's aching midriff.
  365. [22:29:39] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] quirks an eyebrow at him --
  366. [22:30:19] EB: you mean the butler who was simply doing as he was asked.
  367. [22:30:29] EB: sorry, rose, but this was all your doing.
  368. [22:30:31] EB: i am innocent.
  369. [22:30:46] EB: a victim of being caught up in the moment.
  370. [22:30:54] TT: You knew quite well that I would aspire to try out each of your meticulously-created snacks.
  371. [22:31:04] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] lowers his head enough to press his forehead against hers, grinning. --
  372. [22:31:12] EB: you could have said no.
  373. [22:31:20] TT: I could have. But I didn't.
  374. [22:31:35] TT: Which means it's your job, as butler, to get to work on fixing it.
  375. [22:31:48] EB: how do i go about doing that?
  376. [22:31:49] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] looks back up at him, smirking and rubbing the side of her bare, exposed belly gingerly --
  377. [22:32:08] TT: You were doing quite well a few moments before...
  378. [22:32:20] EB: you mean like this?
  379. [22:32:47] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] without looking he presses down on the same spot he had left off before being pulled onto her. --
  380. [22:33:08] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] moans a bit, looking him dead in the eyes and licking her lips a bit --
  381. [22:33:14] TT: Mmm...you're a fast learner.
  382. [22:35:48] EB: i get told that a lot, too!
  383. [22:36:27] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] pressing a little more, he leans his lips toward hers and kisses her lightly. --
  384. [22:37:19] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] lifts her head slightly, leaning into the kiss and closing her eyes, only to lurch forward a bit as his rubbing forces out another belch that breaks the kiss and causes her to blush --
  385. [22:37:25] TT: ...A-Ah.
  386. [22:44:44] EB: pfffft.
  387. [22:45:09] EB: okay, maybe that was a bad idea.
  388. [22:47:25] TT: ...Sorry.
  389. [22:49:19] EB: no, it's okay.
  390. [22:49:31] EB: want to try that again?
  391. [22:49:41] TT: ...
  392. [22:49:45] TT: Mmhm.
  393. [22:50:07] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] leans up and gently bumps noses with him, mindful of her overfilled gut, before sheepishly pressing her lips to his --
  394. [22:50:08] EB: okay.
  395. [22:53:49] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] smiles into the kiss, the taste of sugar and other sweet things and just the hint of lasagna still permeating the vicinity of her mouth. It actually makes it more exciting to be doing this with her when the smells surrounding it were appetizing. He lifted a hand to reach up and run through her hair, the other resting on one of her prodigious hips as he kissed her and again, careful not to overdo it, seeing as how he didn't need to breathe, but he was doubtful she'd appreciate being smothered.
  396. [22:54:33] TT: Mmmn...
  397. [22:55:04] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] let her eyes close as John peppered her with kisses, letting herself lean back into the cushiony seat and her friend's weight to settle atop her own pleasantly --
  398. [23:05:22] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] breaks the kiss, grinning down at her. --
  399. [23:05:29] EB: you're really pretty.
  400. [23:07:55] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] blushes a bit, not entirely sure how to respond --
  401. [23:08:01] TT: ...Mm...
  402. [23:10:32] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] kisses her cheek, hands reaching to her sides and giving it a squeeze. A mischeivous grin crawls onto his face the moment he remebers that she's ticklish, though. And her midriff is completely exposed, begging to be prodded. --
  403. [23:12:34] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] murmurs a bit as his squeeze, enjoying the kiss and being blissfully aware of what the boy was planning --
  404. [23:14:07] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] immediately launches into the tickle attack the moment he's able to get both hands at her sides, even blowing a raspberry into her neck (or the fat that should have been her neck). --
  405. [23:14:16] EB: PBBBBBBTTTHTH
  406. [23:15:15] TT: ...Motherf-
  407. [23:16:38] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] immediately explodes into giggling, gasping for air before slamming her mouth shut and clenching her eyes closed. Her cheeks puffed up as she willed herself to resist the tickling, but before long John's fingers running across her wide, soft, pillowy yet full belly caused her to finally give in and begin laughing uncontrollably, cheeks red and hands swatting at John's face to a remarkably little effect
  408. [23:16:54] TT: J-John, stoaahaha, stop iiiitttahahahhhaaJOH-
  409. [23:21:54] EB: sorry, rose! PBBBBBBBBTHTHTHT can't talk! PBBBBTTHTH gotta go fast! PBBBBTHTHTHTBBB
  410. [23:22:41] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] wasn't remotely regretting doing this, his grin making it difficult to purse his lips enough to continue blowing against her neck. --
  411. [23:22:52] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] would be doubled over laughing if she wasnt already sitting down, fat legs ckick and cheeks ruby-red and tears of laughter cascading down her face as she gasped for air and cackled and occsionally belching from having her gut sloshed around so much --
  412. [23:23:18] TT: JOHN, I SWEAHAHAAHAHAA, I, AAAUUUGHHEHHEHAAHAHAHAAA
  413. [23:23:57] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] was relentless, but not without mercy. He finally stops and pushes himself up enough to grin at her. Shameless. --
  414. [23:24:09] EB: i didn't even know you could laugh that loud.
  415. [23:24:26] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] finally starts to get herself under control, gasping and panting and glancing up at him with wide eyes and a red face --
  416. [23:24:38] TT: Hahh...hahh...J...John...
  417. [23:25:22] EB: hmm?
  418. [23:26:12] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] grabbed him by his collar, hoping the element of surprise would at least partially nullify his breath abilities, and yanked him forward, smashing his face into the crook of her arm and smothering his head between her side-boob and her thick, meaty arm --
  419. [23:27:10] EB: BWAH
  420. [23:27:24] EB: agh!
  421. [23:27:30] EB: ow, ow, ow!
  422. [23:27:39] EB: my neck isn't supposed to bend like that!
  423. [23:27:49] TT: ...
  424. [23:27:59] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] slowly loosens up a bit, glancing at him with a bit of concern --
  425. [23:28:46] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] stops moving and reaches up without moving to pat Rose on the cheek. Unfortunately, his aim is off and he pats her boobs, instead. --
  426. [23:28:50] EB: i'm okay.
  427. [23:28:56] EB: i was just playing along, jeez.
  428. [23:29:03] TT: Oh.
  429. [23:29:05] EB: it doesn't actually hurt.
  430. [23:29:14] TT: That's just underhanded.
  431. [23:29:18] EB: hehehe
  432. [23:29:20] EB: gotcha.
  433. [23:29:21] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] glances at him, furrowing her brow --
  434. [23:29:29] EB: wait, this isn't your cheek.
  435. [23:29:34] EB: what am i grabbing?
  436. [23:30:10] TT: ...Mm.
  437. [23:30:31] EB: ....i'm grabbing your boob, aren't i?
  438. [23:30:37] TT: Mmhm.
  439. [23:30:43] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] tilts her head at him --
  440. [23:30:56] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] doesn't move his hand. --
  441. [23:31:19] EB: i'm surprised by how firm it still is.
  442. [23:31:36] EB: it's kind of impressive.
  443. [23:31:51] TT: Unfortunately, I am not actually comprised of marshmallows.
  444. [23:32:01] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smiles a little at his touch --
  445. [23:32:36] EB: heh. do you think i could have my head back? as nice as being stuck between your arm and your boob is, this is a little uncomfortable.
  446. [23:32:59] TT: Ah, of course.
  447. [23:33:12] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] lets go, watching him retrieve his head --
  448. [23:34:50] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] pulls out of her grasp, shaking his head as he gets a breath of fresh air. The angle that he was forced in there at had been uncomfortable, but not painful. Pushing his glasses up, John looks down at the blubbery girl under him and smiles, lying down once more, but laying his head between her expansive cleavage. --
  449. [23:35:34] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] holds his other hand at her chest, though, rotating and massaging it lightly. --
  450. [23:36:25] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] moans a little in happiness at his massaging, using her thick arms to squish her bosom together slightly and engulf either side of his head --
  451. [23:36:28] TT: Comfortable?
  452. [23:37:14] EB: mhmm.
  453. [23:37:27] EB: it's always nice hanging out with you.
  454. [23:37:44] TT: Mmm...I appreciate your company as well.
  455. [23:37:53] TT: Although...do you mind if I do something?
  456. [23:37:54] EB: i'm just glad i'm comfortable enough to be this close to you now.
  457. [23:38:02] EB: oh. sure.
  458. [23:38:09] EB: what're you going to do?
  459. [23:38:13] TT: ...Sit up for a second, and close your eyes.
  460. [23:38:35] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] does as he's asked, covering his eyes for good measure. --
  461. [23:39:19] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] is quiet for a moment, except for a soft grunt. A few seconds later, she places one hand on John's shoulder, pulling him back against her now-bare chest, letting her discarded shirt and bra drop off the side of her chair --
  462. [23:39:32] TT: I think this would be better for both parties involved, mm?
  463. [23:41:15] EB: mmm....yeah...definitely.
  464. [23:41:18] EB: though, if you're doing that.
  465. [23:41:23] EB: it's only fair i do, too.
  466. [23:41:36] TT: I can't say I would mind, if you feel like it.
  467. [23:42:42] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] sits up and does the same, his shirt being tossed to the side to reveal the musculature normally hidden by it. He wasn't ripped and chiseled like a body builder or sleak and lean like a swimmer. He was we muscled, but with a layer of softness over it, giving him a distinctly more comfortable appearance. --
  468. [23:43:12] -- ectoBaralogist [EB] smiling, he lies back down, turning his head to kiss one of her breasts as he becomes comfortable again. --
  469. [23:45:48] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] mms at the feeling of his bare skin against hers, stretching out as much as she could to give him plenty of room to sink into her blubber. The fullness of her belly had mostly subsided, although she was still topped up, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders at the kiss to comfortably squish him into her --
  470. [23:55:01] EB: i'm going to just take a nap here, okay?
  471. [23:55:16] TT: Mm...you do seem pretty comfortable.
  472. [23:55:30] -- thicksetTherapist [TT] smiles, leaning back and letting her own eyes flutter closed --
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