"Wow...that was satisfying," commented Kuroneko to herself as she finished the meal of the strawberry-cheesecake slices. She finished them all and felt rather 'satisfied'. She flipped open her phone and checked her messages.
"Kyosuke..." She whispered. She felt blood rush to her cheeks. What will he say? In addition, how will she react?
'That's great! I'll see if I can book a reservation(they can do that). Until next week I suppose.' That was the end of the message.
Kuroneko took a deep breath. Clearly he was exicted to take her out, enough to book a reservation for her is quite thoughtful. She can see the plan going off well...except for one thing.
That bro-con of a sister of his, Kirino. If she ever found out, she may try to sabotage the date either before, or heaven forbid during the date.
'Secrecy is priorty now. I have to make sure that she doesn't know a thing...' thought the girl to herself. 'Maybe I'll let Kyosuke know-'
"Hello there!" The small goth jumped out of her seat at the sudden voice. Her head darted around, and there before was a big person.
Both horizontally and vertically.
The person was of clear Japanese descent yet had some touches of Caucasin in her face as well as her hair, as it was red, topped with a set of cat ears. She must have been 193 centimeters(6'4) in height, and in addition must have weigh at 300 pounds, for she looked like 240 if she was of normal stature. Her weight was more distributed into her chest and her legs, although she had a clear tummy given the bump under her green and black checker shirt. The said shirt had some open buttons, revealing a great deal of cleavage and some breast fat was even pouring out, not to mention a single breast could fill one maybe two of her heads. In addition, her jeans were tight all around, given the curves and swells of her legs. Her thighs were rubbing against one another and clearly her hips were wide. And if the tummy was spilling over her jeans, along with possibly a huge juicey rear and those giant melons made her look like she was out of some exaggerated hentai/ecchi series.
'Dear lord she's huge,' thought the goth to herself as she craned her head. The woman was clearly a foot taller and more. And with those melons, she could suffocate someone to death.
"Can I help you?" Asked Kuroneko. The girl had closed eyes and had a hand cupped around her cheek.
"Has anyone ever told you you look absolutely adorable! The red contacts~, the goth lolita dress~" Cooed the taller woman. Judging by her tone of her ditzy-like older sister tone and her personality, she must have been mid 20s.
"What about it?" The smaller girl asked, a bit put off and irked by her enthusiasm. It was if Saori was on a sugar rush plus whatever drug she can find, probably speed.
"Well~, as you can see I do have a lot of pretty young girls that work here. And you yourself are a pretty young girl~."
'Is this woman into yuri?' Thought Kuroneko. "So you're offering me a job? Is that it?" She said in a flat tone.
"Mm-Hmm! Of course if you decline that's okay with you though! I'm forcing anything onto you or anything like my husband does~" Said the redhead as she placed both hands on her cheek, turned around in thought and started to wiggle her hips. Kuroneko's eyes rose, and she can see a few male bystaners walking outside take notice, their slightly bleeding nostrils as evidence.
'So she's married huh. Why the endless joy though?' "Well I have been thinking of getting an application..." the redhead woman jumped around with a great smile on her thin face.
'Yep, definately out of a hentai manga. Take away the belly, and you got a regular Nagodan-type lady.'
(AN: Nagodan is a pun for Mogudan, who is a hentai artist. Look him up).
"Amazing! Let me get it right now!" With that said, she skipped away, her breasts bouncing all over the place and in place for her poor shirt. Kuroneko would even hear small quakes too.
'Well she msut be a bright ball of sunshine...' She then saw the waittress from earlier walk over to her.
"I see you met miss Ryoko Hayami huh?" Asked the waittress with an understanding smile.
"She's quite the happy one. Know anything why?" Asked the small goth. The chubby waitress chuckled a bit.
"She was 26 when she got married and their first anniversary ended recently. She's a Christmas Cake that got eaten up." Kuroneko's eyes widened. She's well aware that Japanese women over the age of 25 have an incredibly hard time of getting married due to a stigma of being 'too old'.
"And it looks like she took that cake and ate it too, in a good way," pointed out the goth. The waitress nodded.
"Yeah, she gave birth to her first child three months ago. Her son was named Shiki, and her husband graduated from Tokyo U half a year ago."
So the father was in his early 20s and Ryoko, the manager, 27, along with them having a child.
"How did she manage to open a place like this up?"
"Shoji, the father, works at a big international law firm, and with him being married he got quite a bit money and he decided to start off in the restaurant business," The waitress. "He's quite a cutey too! Now wonder Mrs. Ryoko is happy!"
'And if she's still nursing the kid, no wonder her boobs are the size of Mt. Fuji,' added Kuroneko. Then Kuroneko did notice that the place did have chubby girls as employees...
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