Twenty minutes later, you find yourself sitting at a table in a nearby chain Mexican food joint waiting for Devon. He volunteered to ordered and, since it was his treat to you, you let him go. Being late in the afternoon, the place was pretty quiet; you and Devon are the only two patrons. You gaze out a nearby window while you wait on the 'roo.
The sound of a heavily laden plastic tray slamming down on your table startles you. Dozens and dozens of foil-wrapped burritos are carefully piled on top of it. Your mouth waters as you can smell the seasoned beef through the wrappers.
"They're pretty quick today!" said Devon as he drags over another chair from an empty table nearby. He carefully positions the two chairs before plopping down to sit, each cheek of Devon's expansive butt practically engulfing its respective chair. "Dig in!"
You grab a burrito, unwrap it from its foil, and take a large bite. Perfectly seasoned, just the right amount of cheese, a great blend of beans, the burrito was simply amazing. A few more eager bites and it's gone. You reach for another and swallow that one just as fast. Then another and another.
Devon is helping take on the mountain of burritos. A quick glance over and you see the 'roo has a burrito in each hand, alternating bites. He's easily able to eat the things twice as fast as you.
A mere ten minutes later and that pile of burritos is no more. You lost count of how many you had after ten; Devon didn't seem to bother counter at all. The table is covered in discarded foil wrappers.
You sigh in relief, feeling a tad uncomfortably full but nevertheless satisfied and glad you got a decent meal in you. You give the distinct curve of your stuffed belly a rub with your paw to sooth it.
Devon, too, is rubbing his gut, a paw under his tank top caressing the dome of his gut. "That was pretty good. Ready for Round 2?"
"Round 2? You mean more?"
"Yeah, of course." said Devon. "I can easily eat what we just ate on my own. I do it pretty often actually. I guess that's why our order came up pretty quick. They must have seen me coming and got all hands on deck. So what do you say, foxy? Think you can handle some more?"
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