Brekkie at the Diner

“Maaaaan, I acted really spoiled last week, didn’t I? Sorry ‘bout that.”

Sima had woken up again, much to Margo’s joy. Unfortunately, she also seemed to be fully awake this time, so probably no feeding or belly rubs. Damn. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It was no problem at all.”

The short yeti smiled widely. The two of them were in the apartment’s living room, where Margo was lying on the couch and playing her Switch and Sima had just shuffled out of the bathroom. After falling asleep again post-stuffing, the ravenous monstress had been in her room for another week. It was hard to tell how much of that stuffing had stuck around since Sima was awake enough to care about clothes and had on a baggy shirt that stuck out to *here* thanks to her chest and oversized sweats that hugged her hips and nothing else. Still, judging by how prominent Sima’s collarbone was sticking out under the collar of her shirt and how light her footsteps sounded, Margo’s guess was that very little of that food had made it to Sima’s squishy parts.

Sima shuffled slowly over to the comfy lounge chair that sat caddy corner to the couch and plopped onto it, practically sinking halfway into the plush seat cushion. She sighed contentedly and looked back to Margo. “Really? I was pretty sleepy at the time, but I kinda remember asking you to do some things for me ‘cause I was too tired…”

Margo set her Switch down and waved her hands nonchalantly. “You did, but really, I was happy to help!” One could even say that Margo had been a little too happy to help. Heh.

The white-haired woman’s smile grew at a snail's pace as she nodded. Jesus, everything this woman did was sluggish. “Well, thanks then. Ma always told me to be careful about asking weird favors of people just ‘cause of my nature, so I’m glad I didn’t ask too much of you while I was half conked out.”

Margo just laughed and nodded. She was just thankful that Sima wasn’t thinking how weird it was that Margo had been so eager to help. If the yeti’s brain wasn’t as slow as the rest of her, then this could’ve been a very awkward confrontation instead.

“Still, even if it wasn’t nothing, I still gotta thank you somehow. I only got to have that nice of a post-summer nap ‘cause you did that stuff for me,” Sima stated. “Have you eaten yet? I could treat you to brekkie if you haven’t.”

“Uh… sorry, but I don’t really do ‘brekkie’ on account of… y’know…” Margo opened up her mouth and tapped one of her fangs with a sharp nail.

Sima’s eyes drooped a little. “Oh yeah. Sorry, my head’s still a lil’ in the clouds right now.”

“Really, you don’t have to worry about it!” Margo insisted, trying to push past this whole thing without Sima possibly remembering how red Margo’s face may or may not have gotten while rubbing that gut. “Like I said, I was just happy to help! You don’t have to do anything for me!”

“But… even so…” Sima frowned. Margo could practically hear the gears smoking and stuttering in the little yeti’s head as she thought. “Uh… well… Are there maybe places that serve blood…?”

Margo raised an eyebrow. “What, like… a vampire cafe or something?”

Sima smiled and nodded. “Yeah, like that. Are there?”

“No, of course there’s-” Margo stopped. Huh. She’d never actually thought about that. Vampires were one of the more prominent demi-humans in cities thanks to the abundance of places with protection from the sun, so there should probably be places that cater to that larger population, right? Plus, there were other demis that like a taste of blood every once in a while too, so the odds were even better. Margo reached into her pocket for her phone, saying, “Actually, hold on for a ‘mo and let me check.”

Let’s see… vampire cafe… Wow, there actually was a place like one. Two, actually. There was a bar on thirty-sixth and L that catered to all races but had a special note about blood for vampires as well, and there was a twenty-four-hour diner a couple of blocks away from the apartment that had a special license to serve blood. Sima had just woken up and Margo didn’t plan on getting drunk and spending all day at a bar so that one was a no. The diner sounded perfect, though - and it was only eight at night, so there was no impending threat of instantaneous combustion. Nice.

“Actually, it turns out that there’s a diner called Midnight’s Magic Diner a little ways from here that serves vamps,” Margo said, looking back up at Sima. “I haven’t had my daily bag yet, so if you’re really up for it right after waking up, then sure, we could try that place out.”

Sima’s face brightened up and she softly clapped her hands together. “Oh, good! I was just thinkin’ that I could offer you some of my blood if there wasn’t, but it’d be better if it was from a safe source than wild.”

“Uh… wild?” Margo said aloud. “Unless you have AIDS or cancer or something, there’s nothing in your blood that could hurt me. I kinda have a thing about feeding straight from demi-humans though, so I would’ve said no anyways.”

“Good to know,” Sima said too thoughtfully for her own good. “I am a lil’ curious about that thing now that you’ve said it, but I won’t press none. Mind giving me lil’ bit to get around? These clothes aren’t too proper for eating out.”

Margo sat up and replied, “Of course not. I’ll need to change too.”

The yeti woman smiled again and fought her chair for a second trying to stand up. Margo had to cover her mouth to hide her laughter. Finally, the short-stack managed to stand up and wandered off to her room. After she did, Margo stood up and stretched. How long had it been since Margo had last eaten out with someone? Decades, right? It had been… ah, right. Her last fresh meal before peaceful demi-human and human relations were established. She’d gone hunting with her brother and shared a fat man and his plastic wife in an alley.

For all the hate Margo gave humans, she would admit that they had, at least, gotten a lot better than they used to be. They still weren’t good enough to make Margo less pissed at them for not letting her feed fresh anymore, but eh. It was better than if they’d tried to start the witch hunts back up again. Margo hadn’t been around for those, but from what her older sister had said, THOSE had been the real bad days.

It didn’t take Margo long to change. She didn’t care about looking nice or anything - while she’d like to meet a nice lady friend out there, she wasn’t in a rush. She also doubted she’d find her perfect match getting breakfast at the ass-crack of night. Hence, Margo had changed into some tight, black ripped jeans and a ratty purple t-shirt with an indie-pop logo on it that she half-tucked into her pants. Plus she’d thrown on some leather arm bands with some metal studs, a couple of rings (silverless, naturally, a thin chain choker, and her fake stake-modeled earrings. She also decided to take a little time to fix up her black nail polish and spent a little more time fixing up her hair. Just a little, of course. Margo didn’t need to do much to accentuate her slim body and short, fluffy black hair, after all.  She was a natural beauty who could look great even with only a quick look fix~.

After her brief time getting ready, Margo walked out into the living room to wait for Sima. The yeti was apparently a much faster changer than she was a thinker as she came out only a minute or two after Margo. She… had changed from her sweats to some very baggy jeans with a belt cinching them tight at the top and was carrying a massive hoodie. She’d also run a comb through her long, hip-length silver hair. Margo could tell because she had the head of the comb still stuck about halfway down her hair. Sima had, at least, tucked her shirt in, but… that had only made her boobs stick out prominently against the thin fabric and given her a mile of cleavage.

“Uh… Sima…?” Margo said aloud as the little yeti approached. Sima stopped and looked at Margo, tilting her head to the side. Margo pursed her lips as she carefully extracted the comb head from her hair, then asked, “Are you, uh… wearing a bra at all, or…?”

“A bra…?” Sima asked slowly. She looked down at herself. Then she pulled at her shirt collar, peeking down inside - and giving Margo a peek as well. Margo knew the answer even before Sima opened her mouth and said,  “Yeah, I am. It’s a real thin one. My aunt made it out of snow jackalope fur. Real strong. Real soft. Real thin.”

A bead of sweat ran down Margo’s back. Ok, so she hadn’t known the answer. She’d forgotten that Sima’s yeti fuzz wasn’t on her front at all since she was wearing clothes now but had her fuzzy arms bare. The fur bra she was wearing was almost the exact same color and texture as Sima’s hair, so… she’d just thought… “R-Right,” Margo squeaked, moving towards the door quickly. “Let’s get going then.”

The walk to the diner was short, but it was made longer by Sima’s slow and deliberate pace. Sure, she had short legs, but Margo wasn’t much taller than her and she was still having to cut her steps short to not speed ahead. The trip ended up being a casual saunter instead of a walk, much to Margo’s disdain. She didn’t care much for being out in the city - or out at all, really. She’d gotten more than enough of being outside when she was a parentless teen - why did she have to deal with being outside for so long now that the internet and same-day delivery had been invented? Total bullshit.

Though… eh, it wasn’t that bad. The weather was nice and the moon was nearly full. Damn light pollution didn’t allow for many stars, but the streets weren’t that dirty. There were still a bunch of people out and about compared to the serenity of two AM, but none were belligerent drunk yet. Plus, only two tried to catcall at Margo and Sima (Not that the yeti seemed to notice or care), and all it took was a dirty look and a fang-baring hiss to make them turn sheet-white and piss their pants. Heh. Classic.

The diner was tucked away between a pawn shop and a clearly dying DVD rental store, but the graffiti of a sultry big-boobed vampire holding an arrow on the front of the DVD store helped direct the two women to the right place. The outside of the diner was clean and well-kempt, and surprisingly, so was the inside. It was a rustic little place that kept the walls clear and their furniture cramped. It was swamped with smells, as most food places were. The murky flood of odors almost made Margo feel sick. She half considered bailing, but… uuuugh…

At least the place wasn’t busy. There were a handful of other people inside, many of whom were notably not human, but it wasn’t packed. A sweet-looking gorgon waitress named Abby quickly led Margo and Sima to their table and left them with two menus. Sima set her oversized hoodie on the booth next to her and smiled warmly as she opened her menu up. “I’m real excited to try this place out. I ‘member they were setting up back in April, so I didn’t get the chance to try ‘em.”

“You knew about this place?” Margo asked. She flipped open her menu for fun, fully expecting to not find anything for herself, but to her surprise, she found a full section on blood at the back under a little content warning flap. Awesome.

“Yeah,” Sima responded, her voice somehow growing slower as her eyes scanned the menu. “I like to keep an eye out for new eats… You never know what new tasty nums you’ll find in lil’ nooks like this… plus…” Sima looked up and stared around the room. Her smile widened. “Sometimes you get real comfy places like this. You can feel the love this diner’s got for feeding folk, y’know?”

Margo pursed her lips. “Uh… sure, yeah, totally.” She glanced around. It was a cozy little place, yeah, but Margo wasn’t sure how much ‘love’ she felt. Then again, they did serve every type of blood here at any requested warmth and even had a bunch of vampire-digestible mixers, like coffee, tea, various sodas, and even booze. Actually, speaking of booze, that bar probably did blood drinks as well. She’d really have to try that place out sometime…

While Margo was thinking about a nice bloody rum, Abby returned. Gorgons were such a fun race to watch since their snake hair was almost always active and participating in whatever the gorgon was doing. In this instance, they were mimicking Abby’s little head tilt as she asked, “Have you decided what you’d like to drink tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll have…” Margo started, “An O-Type Original with iced coffee.” She glanced up. “That doesn’t come with sugar, does it?”

“Only if you add sugar.”

Oh yeah, There were already sugar packets on the table. Whoops. “Uh, right. Yeah. Heh.”

Abby gave the vampire a polite smile. Then she turned to Sima, who was still casually reading the menu. “And you, miss?”

Sima was silent for a moment. Then she said, “I’ll get… a Shirley Temple in as big a glass as you got.”

“Shirley temple… big glass… got it! Can I get you two any appetizers as well?”

Margo shook her said, but Sima said, “Yeah, can I get… the mozza sticks, the wings, the french toast dippers, and… a fruit platter?”

Abby blinked. Her eyes trailed over to Sima’s arms and the tip of a canine sticking out over her lower lip and something seemed to click. She smiled. “Of course! I take it you just came out of hibernation, miss?”

Sima returned the smile. “Yuuup. I had a snack last week, but I’m pretty hungry now.”

“I totally get it!” Abby sympathized. “I have to hibernate some WInters if it gets too cold and I’m always starving after I wake up!”

Sima and Abby seemed to be sharing a moment, but Margo didn’t really get it. Vampires didn’t need to hibernate, after all. Still, Sima was happy, so whatever.

“Alright, so I’ll get your orders in and bring your appetizers out to you as soon as they’re done!” Abby said. She and all her little snake heads nodded happily and left, leaving Sima to hum peacefully as she continued reading the menu and Margo to… watch Sima.

“By the way, you do have the money for all this, right?” Margo asked, trying to adjust her tone to be as unaccusatory as possible. “You’ve kinda been asleep for a few months, plus you paid for those months’ rent before that, so… Like I can totally cover for tonight if you don’t, so no worries. Just a little curious.”

Sima dragged her thoughts out of her menu for long enough to nod at Margo. “I’ve got money, yeah. I get paid a lot, so I’ve always got savings.”

“Really? That’s pretty cool.” Margo scratched the back of her neck, then asked, “I don’t think you ever told me what you do for work, now that I think about it. I’d imagine that it has to be rough for them during the summer when you’re not around, though.”

“It’s not like that…” Sima responded absently. She turned the menu’s page. “I do a lot of odd job stuff through my agent. She works with a lot of people like me, so she’s used to it…”

An agent? Wild. “What kind of odd job stuff do you do, then?”

“All kinds… modeling… ads… competitions… that kinda stuff…”

“Ads, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ad with you in it.” Margo pulled out her phone. “What kind of products?”

Sima blinked. She closed the menu and stared over at Margo. “Oh yeah, you wouldn’t’ve. I do mostly food ads. I think the last batch I did to pay for rent was for clothing and a gym, though…”

“Ah. Right.” Margo put her phone away. “Yeah, that would explain it.”

Right about then, Abby returned bearing a large platter filled with all kinds of colorful fruits. “I brought this out so you can get started, and I’ll bring the rest out as they’re ready.” Some of her snakes seemed to hiss at her and Abby’s eyes flicked over to the closed menu. “Oh, are you ready to order?”

Sima nodded. She picked up a grape and popped it into her mouth, sighing happily, before responding, “I’ll get one of everything on the brekkie menu, one of every sammie on the sammie menu, the salmon, and a honey brisket.” She thought for a moment. “Oh yeah, and the dessert menu to go.”

To her credit, Abby didn’t look phased for even a second despite the absurdly sized order. She just wrote it all down and replied, “Got it! It’ll take a while since we’ll need to prioritize other customers, but we’ll try to keep at least one dish in front of you at all times!”

“Sounds good,” Sima said as she sank her teeth into a piece of watermelon. Abby left, leaving Sima to eat and Margo to… watch. That said… Margo was more than happy to watch~.

EVERYTHING was going exactly as planned! Margo had been biding her time, holding herself back this entire freaking time. Go to a diner? Ha! Why the hell would Margo ever want to do that when DoorDash and Uber Eats exist? No, the real reason why Margo had agreed to leave her dark den was right across from her! Ordering food set a hard cap on how much someone could eat at once and risked Sima falling asleep again if more food was ordered, but a diner? A diner was a different story entirely!

Margo let out a sly grin as Sima emersed herself in her fruit, slowly but surely demolishing the whole damn thing by herself. Margo hadn’t doubted for one god-damned second that Sima was going to end up stuffing herself silly again tonight. If she’d eaten THAT MUCH last week as a self-described SNACK (freaking HELL), then what would constitute a real meal for her? Margo had also spent more than a little time looking into yetis after that little incident and had found a secret trove of tum goodness as a result. The only caveat?

Not a single one of the yeti tums Margo had found had matched Sima’s - not even the ones from fully-grown yetis. A few had reached her size or were even a bit bigger, but they had obviously been overstuffed and at their limit. Sima hadn’t, though.

And so, Margo had stayed out in the living room whenever she wasn’t at work to wait for Sima to wake up! She’d initially planned to eventually relent and agree to get a coffee or something at a diner, but finding this place had been even BETTER! And so Margo then forced herself to get dressed in an easy outfit, to bear with the slow walk in the sickeningly fresh air, and even to stow away her anxiety from interacting with a waitress for this. This. THIS! Ha! Margo, you beautiful genius! Seeing Sima’s stuffing last week had been by chance, but this - this was totally planned! Ha-HA! NAILED IT!

By the time Abby returned bearing the mozzarella sticks and wings, Sima had fully cleaned the fruit platter - she’d even started snacking on the decorative lettuce that it had for some reason. She gladly abandoned the lettuce to start snacking on the messy wings, though, easily stripping each coated bird wing of flesh with her sharp canines. Shortly after leaving with the empty fruit platter, Abby came back with a decently-sized mug of auburn-colored drink for Margo and a full pitcher of Shirley Temple plus a cup for Sima. After a muffled thanks, Sima took a massive swig straight from the pitcher and continued eating.

Margo hid her grin behind her mug. She couldn’t see Sima’s belly very well from here, but with the amount this little beast ordered, there would definitely be tum galore by the time she was done! Plus, she’d have the WHOLE trip home to ogle that tum! If she was lucky, maybe she’d even be able to sneak a vid or some pictures… eheheh…

Oooh, that was good! Margo took a heavy sip from her mug. She usually preferred her blood warm, but it had been a hot day, so she’d opted for iced instead. And you know what? It worked. The bitterness of the coffee and the savory tang of the blood being especially sharp thanks to being type O worked amazingly well together… Honestly, it was the best meal Margo had had in a hot minute. It was good enough to even distract her from the tum she was expecting to enjoy in the near future.

Speaking of which… Sima was almost done with her wings. She’d even eaten the bones, crunching them up into tiny shards between her strong molars. She carefully licked her fingers and lips clean of sauce before moving on to the mozzarella sticks. She’d drown each one in the provided ranch or marinara before pushing the whole thing into her mouth. Fuck, she didn’t even look like she was chewing these! It was almost like she was drenching eat stick just to let it slide down her throat easier! The throat bulges Sima kept sporting with each swallow only supported that idea, making Margo sweat. Shit - why was Sima so GOOD at that despite not being reptilian? Did mammalians swallow things whole a lot? If so, which ones and why were humans not one of them? Damnit!

Despite not eating quickly, Sima’s constant and persistent pace made quick work of any food put in front of her. She packed all the mozzarella sticks away, then made short work of the french toast sticks and the various dipping sauces that Abby brought out next. Then came the long-awaited entrees. A huge plate of bacon, eggs, hash browns, biscuits, and gravy came out first. Sima licked her lips eagerly before starting her work, eating everything with her fingers but licking them clean after every bite. Margo didn’t understand the aversion to forks, but she wasn’t going to complain since this way let her see plenty of Sima’s abnormally long tongue. It wasn’t Margo’s main kink, but tongues? A+ material.

Towards the end of the plate, Abby returned with a big stack of pancakes. She set it down on the table, then smiled at Margo. “Can I get anything else for you, miss?”

Huh? Oh, right. Margo had finished her blood at some point. She didn’t even remember drinking it, which was a shame. It’d been so good… “Uh, a regular iced coffee, thanks.”

“Sure thing~,” She turned to Sima. “And it looks like you’re almost done with your drink too. Another of the same?”

While drowning her pancakes in syrup, SIma shook her head. “You have juice? Grape would be great, but… apple or orange is good too…”

“We don’t have grape juice, but we have apple. In the same size pitcher as well?”

Sima’s mouth was now full of pancake, so she just nodded. Abby replied, “Got it! I’ll be back with that in a jiffy then!”

Margo bit her lip as Abby left. She was getting a little pent up since she couldn’t get a good view of Sima’s belly. The yeti reached down as Margo tried as inconspicuously as possible to look, fiddled with something, then brought her hand back up to keep shoveling food into her mouth. Damnit! Margo would bet dollars to donuts that Sima had just loosened her belt, but she couldn’t see a freaking thing! All she could tell was that Sima’s chest wasn’t being as obviously outlined now that her shirt was being pulled taut to her slimmer waist. The combination of the shirt and the diner table were blocking too damn much! Shit!

It was fine, though. completely and totally fiiiiiine. All in good time, Margo. You’ll get to see your glutted tum. Just wait. Just… wait…

The tower of pancakes got shorter and shorter until all that was left was a pool of syrup, which got swiftly replaced by a hearty set of waffles covered in blueberries. Then their drinks came. Sima took a short break from eating for a little drink - about half of the fresh pitcher of apple juice. After that came another stack of pancakes but with chocolate chips and whipped cream, then a plate filled with eggs, sausage, and a couple more pancakes.

Throughout all of this food, Sima never stopped eating once except to cleanse her palette with juice. Also throughout all of this, Margo couldn’t tear her eyes away from Sima. She wasn’t worried at all about SIma noticing her staring. Either the little yeti wouldn’t notice at all or she’d be too thick to understand Margo’s interest based on how she’d interpreted the vampire’s help last week.

A couple more breakfast dishes disappeared down Sima’s throat. Then, finally, came the first sandwich. It was… uh… ok, so Margo had no idea how to tell sandwiches apart. They all looked the same! They had some meat and some green stuff in them, then maybe some kind of sauce and some other things like tomato or something! It was all just meat, veggies, and sauce in between bread! Margo didn’t eat this crap - how was she supposed to be able to tell them apart!?

Before starting on the first sandwich (Which had tomato and some kind of green sauce), Sima took a moment to polish off the rest of her apple juice. Then she pounded on her chest. Her face screwed up, her cheeks puffed out, and she let out a long, thirty-second belch into the crook of her arm. It may have been muffled, but the burp was still loud enough to reach across the table to Margo’s attentive ears. Then Sima sighed contentedly and reached below the table again. She fiddled with assumedly her belt again, but this time, Margo could see some results! Sima’s shirt visibly shifted forward as Sima let out a small groan of relief. Her chest was less pronounced than ever as her shirt sloped forward under the table. Holy crap, her gut was under the table! If only the yeti was tall enough for her gut to get bisected by the table’s edge! Damnit. Maybe in a year or two…

Margo froze. A year or two? Really? She’d never really planned on staying in contact with someone for that long. Even meeting her siblings was left up to chance since they were prone to wanderlust, and Cass had only recently settled down enough for them to meet up regularly… Huh. Trippy to think about.

Abby gave Sima a refresher on her juice after checking in with them again, then brought over another two sandwiches. These were smaller and more could fit on the table, but each one had a full serving of fries with it. Regardless, Sima just kept munching away, eyes shut most of the time as she seemed to savor the taste for the little time it was in her mouth.

Uh-oh. Margo was getting impatient again. That little taste of how full Sima was getting had started gnawing away on her psyche until now she couldn’t stop her foot from vibrating with energy. They had been here for about an hour now and Margo was getting a cramp in her ass and a tick in her eye. She drained the last of her coffee and…

Oh yeah. Coffee. Caffeine. Margo wasn’t a coffee lightweight, but two good-sized mugs in an hour was… a lot. That might explain the energy…. And Margo’s sudden need to pee.

“Be right back. Gotta use the little bat’s room.”

Sima nodded in response, though she didn’t open her eyes. Margo stood up, stretching out and letting all the right spots on her body POP, then found the bathroom. She peed, then took a second to splash some cold water on her face. Again, Margo, CALM. You’ll get your payoff! Just chill! So what if Sima’s been glutting herself with half the damn menu? So what if her belly was now supposedly big enough that it was poking underneath the table? So what if it was really the same size as last week’s… or… uh… even bigger… uuuuh…

Fuck. Margo’s heart had started speeding up in excitement. Hell, she almost had a human pulse! She shook her head and splashed some more cold water on her face. She took a minute to calm herself with some breathing exercises, then left the bathroom.

The diner had actually filled up a little more over the last hour, Margo noted. She also noted that most of the night crowd was made up of demi-humans. This was apparently a popular spot for nocturnals. Then again, Margo could see why. A private place with demi staff, a menu that included demi foods, and most of the patrons being demis? Plus, from what Margo had noticed of the prices, it seemed affordable? If Margo ever planned on her personality doing a one-eighty, she’d consider coming here more often.

Margo rounded the corner to go back to her table, which was in the corner near the entrance. As she did, she stopped to do a double-take. She was dumb. She was SO dumb. She could see Sima’s gut right freaking now. Hell, everyone in the damn diner could this whole time EXCEPT for Margo. Fuck.

Sima’s belly had swollen to an absurd degree from its formerly flat self. It stuck out prominently from her short body, overflowing from her lap and dangling in the air over her knees. Her shirt, which had previously reached below her butt, now didn’t even reach her belly button. It was pinned between belly and table, leaving much of her pale skin visible. Her massive jeans now looked far less oversized, with the waist fully extended and even looking a little snug around her waist. Her belt had also been fully abandoned and now hung limp from her jeans’ belt loops, looking sad that its purpose had been usurped by the buffet of food inside SIma’s gut. And the whole damn world had been able to watch this belly grow over the course of an hour. Well… the whole world save for one specific spot. The seat across the table.

FUCK.

Margo hesitated for a moment, wanting to drink in the gorgeous sight before her while also wanting to sit anywhere except for where she’d been sitting this whole time. Then… an idea. A bad idea, granted, but an idea nonetheless.

“Hey, I’m back,” Margo said as she approached the table. She stopped by her seat and looked over at Sima, who was working through yet another batch of fries with a copious amount of ketchup. “Uh… hey, would you mind if I sat over there, actually?”

Margo half-expected Sima to ask why, but nope. The yeti just slowly nodded and scooted her now-heavier body over on the booth seat. Margo internally screamed as she said, “Thanks!” and slid onto the booth next to Sima. She could practically feel the warmth of Sima’s body (and belly) radiating off of her. Also, now that she was this close, she could actually hear things again! The diner’s noisy background noise had been too much for Margo to listen to Sima through before, but now that Margo was right next to her, she could focus just enough to get those tasty, tasty rumbling and gurgling that Sima’s giant gut was making!

The only real downside was that it was going to look awkward as hell for both of them to be sitting here, giving Margo mad anxiety, and she also still couldn’t see Sima’s belly at all save for a small swathe of her flank from how high her shirt had risen, but hey - it was still more tum than Margo had been getting on the other side of the table, so she’d take it.

After a little bit, Abby returned. She seemed surprised to see Margo on the other side of the table, giving Margo her expected anxiety. Then the gorgon lady seemed to have another of her ‘oh!’ moments and just gave a knowing grin. This time, though, Margo had no clue what Abby might have realized. The waitress asked politely and innocently, “Another coffee while your dinner partner eats, miss?”

Sweat started to form on Margo’s brow as she replied, “Yeah, another cof- uh, scratch that. Lemon water if you have it, regular if you don’t. Thanks.”

“No problem! And another apple juice for the hungry lady?”

Sima just nodded, her mouth full of food as per usual. Abby’s snakes hissed in a fashion that sounded suspiciously like giggling as the gorgon turned and left. Margo narrowed her eyes at the waitress’ back, but it’s not like she was being rude or anything. Margo just really wanted to know what was running through that woman’s head right now!

A fantastic sound drew Margo’s attention away from her suspicions. Sima’s belly had started a loud chorus of rumbled and gurgles, practically drowning out the sound of voices from the next booth over. Margo gulped nervously and shuffled in her seat, clutching her hands together under the table. Sima stopped eating to chug the last of her current pitcher of juice and Margo could audibly hear her gulping, as well as the liquid splashing into her gut.

Holy SHIT, this was too much! Margo had bit off way more than she could chew here. She was horny in public. She was HORNY in PUBLIC! SHIT! FUCK! GOD DAMNIT! This was the WORST! This-

“Uuuugh…”

Sima’s voice jerked Margo out of her thoughts. She glanced quickly over to Sima, who was leaning back in her seat and patting the sides of her belly. She reached further under the table and seemed to be rubbing her stomach. A loud series of gurgles ran throughout her body, and then she buried her mouth in her arm again and let out a muffled-

*huuuuuu-uuuooooouuuuuurp*

Fireworks exploded in Margo’s core from the long, deep noise. She squeaked nervously and wrung her hands together, but… she noticed that Sima didn’t seem satisfied after that burp. Margo cleared her throat, then asked (In an octave higher than usual), “Wh-What’s up?”

Sima glanced over at Margo, then back at the half a sandwich left on her latest plate. “Oh, just… I forgot that avocado makes me gassy… an’ I’ve had more than a few by *hic* now…”

Ah. Right. Just make a mental note of that for later, and… ok, now respond like a normal person would! “That’s, uh, not great. Do you need an antacid or something, or…?”

Sima shook her head. “Those don’t work for me ‘less I take a whole box… and my doc said that I shouldn’t do that again…”

“Damn. That sucks.”

The yeti nodded solemnly. “I can deal with it well enough. It just makes my tummy feel tight… and I get real burpy… I hope I’m not *buuuorp* grossing you out…”

Margo reacted maybe a little too energetically, shaking her head and waving her hands. “No, no, not at all! I like to drink tomato juice even though I can’t process it and it makes me get really gassy too, so I totally get it! You aren’t grossing me out at all!”

“Really?” Sima asked. She smiled and, to Margo’s surprise, reached over. She wrapped her arms around Margo and gave her a shockingly strong squeeze. “You’re a real nice person, Margo. I’m glad you’re my roomie.”

Holy. Shit. Margo’s brain was ripping in two between melting from the comfy cuteness and burning up from how strong yet soft this little bean was and how it would feel if she was on top of-

NO! What the shit, Margo!? No roommates! Remember the Bradley incident! And the Michelle incident! The Carlos and Taliah incidents, too! And the Alex incident, the Margaret incident, the other Alex incident, the triple-threat Alex incident…

Now that she was thinking about it, Margo had fucked a lot of her roommates. She also seemed to have a thing for Alex’s. Weird. Still, not this time! Margo was definitely NOT going to fuck her roommate this time! Even though this roommate not only appealed to her kink in a way only one other person ever had, but also was totally cute, wholesome, and not a dirtbag like her roommates usually were. Even despite all that, there would be NO roommate fucking! None! None at all!

*huuuuuuuu-OOOooooooooorp*

…None. None at all. Totes for sure.

Sima was forced to slow down as she polished off the rest of the sandwich menu since she needed to belch often. Margo could tell whenever the yeti needed to burp thanks to the loud chorus of bubbles that would start to resonate inside of her belly shortly beforehand. The bubbling would also get much louder after Sima chugged some juice, but she’d suppress those until she was done chugging, leading to even louder noises and a louder burp. Margo just wished that they were back at the apartment and not in public so that Sima could belch freely.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a plate containing something other than a sandwich and fries was set before Sima. It was a plate of meat that smelled far too sweet for its own good. Sima licked her lips, somehow still hungry despite having devoured two entire sections worth of the diner’s menu, and carefully picked up the brisket with her nails. She took big, careful bites of the meaty slap, seeming to savor this meal more than most others, before swallowing. The brisket didn’t last long, though, and then the final dish was brought out.

The salmon men… min… uh… whatever it was looked just like an undersized slab of fish and some veggies. Margo would question why a diner had something like this at all, but if this place catered to all demis, then it would need some form of seafood for wetfolk, so… whatever. Besides, Sima seemed to enjoy the little hunk of fish just as much as she had the brisket, showing off more of her seemingly bearish nature. Margo’s google search into the connection between werebears and yetis had proven fruitless, but she swore there had to be something there…

Sima was done. She let out one final sizable burp into her arm before contentedly slapping the sides of her gut beneath the table. Margo wasn’t sure how much bigger she could have grown since she’d sat down again, but based on how much her jeans seemed to be struggling just from what Margo could see… she was going to be a very happy girl on the walk home~.

Abby returned once again, this time carrying what looked like an entire roll of receipt paper and a pen. “Here’s your check! We’re still working on your desserts at the moment, but it shouldn’t take us long to finish. Will you need help carrying them all home?”

Oh shit, right! The entire dessert menu that Sima had ALSO ordered! Seriously, how much could this busty gremlin EAT!? “We, uh, we shouldn’t?” Margo said uncertainly in Sima’s stead, “Weight isn’t an issue, so as long as the bags aren’t too bulky or unwieldy, we should be able to get home alright.”

Abby’s little snakes all started to hiss gleefully. She shushed them, then smiled politely at Margo. “Oh, so you two live together! It must have been lonely the past few months while your roommate’s been hibernating, huh?”

Lonely? Uh… Margo had been a little lonely at times when Cass was too busy, and she’d specifically been lonely when Sima had woken up last week as well, so… “Sure, I guess? I mostly keep to myself, but, uh… yeah?”

A small giggle escaped Abby’s lips as she covered her mouth. She set the massive receipt on the table and said, “Well, I’m happy for you! Please take your time paying and I’ll come back once your desserts are ready~.” Then she sped off, her snake hair hissing indignantly in her wake.

Huh. That was weird. Did Abby’s attitude there have anything to do with whatever she’d ‘figured out’ earlier? Shit, this was seriously bugging Margo! She was NEVER going to be able to come back here at this rate! Well, uh, not that she’d been planning on coming back anyways, but, uh… y’know, if Sima wanted to come back sometime, then…

Sima reached over and grabbed the receipt. She stifled a burp in her hand as she reached into her jeans pocket… then into her other pocket… then her content smile turned into a worried frown.

Uh-oh. Margo had a feeling she knew what that frown meant. “You, uh… Did you forget your wallet…?”

Sima’s soulful blue eyes drooped down. “I have my phone, though… I can send you the money if you have your card. Is that *uuurp* ok…?”

Oh. Huh. That… was an unexpected resolution. Margo was just about to start thinking worse of Sima for that one. “Oh. Yeah, that’s totes fine. Do you have Venmo?”

After a short and surprisingly easy exchange of WAY too much money for a single meal, the two sat in silence while waiting for Abby to come back. It wasn’t an awkward silence, though, like Margo was all too used to. It was a comfortable silence. It was also tense as shit for Margo since she was still being perpetually reminded of the massive turgid gut right flipping next to her by the constant gurglings, burps, and radiating heat from Sima’s body, but besides THAT, there was a nice and fuzzy little atmosphere between the two of them. Then again, based on the walk here earlier, Sima seemed to just… radiate comfiness. Margo could really get used to being around someone like her…

After more than enough time happily seeping in Sima’s warm aura, Abby came back out with a minos waiter carrying several big plastic bags, each of which seemed close to breaking. Hopefully none of them would. She really didn’t want to make a huge mess out in public like that…

Margo shuffled out of the booth and held out her hands for the bags while saying, “Here, I’ll take them.” The minos raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he held out the bags. Margo took them and- OOF. So HEAVY! Sure, she hadn’t worked out in a while, and she clouds till carry them well enough, but also - she was a vamp! Damn, what was in these bags!?

The table clattered behind Margo. She took her mind off of the heavy loads in her hands to turn and watch as Sima scooted her way along the booth. Her eyes must have looked like dinner plates as they fell on the massive, bobbing gut beneath the table. No WONDER the table was making so much noise! Every time the yeti shifted her butt, the table would try and follow the belly that was pressing up against it hard! FUCK, she was MASSIVE! She could even give Cass’ snake half a run for its money! SHIT!

Then she finally reached the end of the booth. Sima sucked in a deep breath, then out popped her gut. It puffed out and up now that the table wasn’t pinning it down. It wobbled invitingly, her pale skin glimmering in the diner’s soft lights. It looked wonderfully taut, but that wobble betrayed the elasticity still left. She - could - fit - MORE! FUUUUCK! What the shit WAS this woman!? Margo couldn’t even deal with this anymore! That bubble gut was hanging well over Sima’s knees, for fuck’s sake! She was resting her hands on it and patting it like it was some minor food baby!

It seemed like Margo was getting blown away every other second because it happened again when Sima stood up. On her own. No help needed. She just… put her hand on the table and used it to push herself to her feet. She wasn’t unsteady or anything. Her massive belly jutted out in front of her, bouncing and groaning, but otherwise did nothing to stop Sima as she looked calmly at Abby and said, “Thanks for tonight. This place knows how a yeti likes it.”

“N-No problem. We were happy to have you,” Came Abby’s response, but there was an undertone of shock in her voice. Margo nodded knowingly. Even this seemingly infallible gorgon had been taken for a loop by a gut this big and Sima’s ability to handle it. Finally, something she could relate to with this woman.

After a tense moment of wondering if Sima’s gut would fit out the door (Sima had had to squeeze her gut to slip through -SO fucking hot), the two were walking home. Somehow, despite Sima’s gut, Margo was the one having trouble walking from the dozens of pounds of desert in the bags she was carrying. She panted and followed along behind Sima. “Just how many… deserts… does this place have…?”

“Hm?” Sima responded slowly as she casually glanced back at Margo. “They get their deserts from the sweets shop above them, so they’ve got tons. They’re called Gazelle Goodies. I went there before Midnight’s opened. They’ve got the best stuff.” Sima’s eyes glazed over and a bit of drool seeped past her lips. “Next time, I’ve gotta get the whole Gazelle menu, too. Their twenty varieties of cream puffs are so… *SLURP* tasty…”

Margo’s brain had a small heart attack, then her heart had an aneurysm. The woman was a bottomless pit. She’d thought Cass was a big eater, but this was ABSURD! She laughed nervously and said, “W-Well, their blood was nice too. I’ll, uh, probably be back again. W-We could… uh, I dunno, m-maybe make it a weekly thing? Like, a roomies thing? Only if you wanted to, of course.”

Margo was internally slapping herself for suggesting it be weekly since CHRIST there was NO way Sima could afford to eat this much every week when Sima slurped up the drool that was dangling from her lips and smiled at Margo. “Sure, I think that’d be fun. I don’t get to eat with other people much, so I would love to go with you again.” Sima sighed and set her hands on her yoga ball-sized gut. “People don’t seem to wanna eat with me much. I *HURP* dunno why that is, though…”

“Y-Yeah, no clue!” Margo chuckled. That was a lie. She knew. It had taken over an hour for Sima to eat, plus the noises her gut was making, the attention she drew as she was walking, the weight of the deserts to take home - yeah, margo knew full well. She was also thankful for that. Now she would get to see something like THIS every - single - WEEK! YESSSSS!

Also, even from behind, Margo could easily see the huge, rounded sides of Sima’s gut shaking and bouncing, giving her the perfect carrot to keep carrying these excessively heavy bags. She could even watch without fear of being noticed since Sima was usually looking ahead. Her butt wasn’t anything to scoff at either, and with her pants getting pulled down by her massive gut… Tasty~. It almost made Margo wish that they wouldn’t get home…

Then again, Sima seemed to be planning on eating all these sweets once they got home, so maybe she didn’t wish for that at all. She hoped that Sima would eat out in the kitchen or living room. If she did, maybe Margo could even record it! Oh fuck, she was the happiest, horniest vamp alive right now~. Eheheh…

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Sima's back and actually awake this time! The sleepy yeti is still a favorite of mine, so expect to see more of her in the future. I'm not even that big of a fan of Margo, but Sima is such a gluttonous cutie that I'll happily write the vamp for the fuzzy little eater~.

Believe it or not, but this fic is actually being cut shorter than I'd like despite being the longest fic on Patreon yet. I'd wanted to also do a whole scene with Sima eating the deserts (maybe even with margo feeding them to her...), but I ran out of time. I'm going on a trip the day I'm posting this and needed something to post, so here it is! I think I'll just save the desert feeding for another time, heh~.

No actual updates here! Go read my update post I'm posting after this for that!