"And I'm Cat," she giggled, her full upper arms jiggling buoyantly as their hands shook. Caleb, a bit overwhelmed by his new conversation partner's beauty and, not exactly being the suavest guy out there to begin with, was at a slight loss for how to keep their exchange going. Luckily, Cat was far more at ease and was eager to keep talking, breaking away from their handshake and reached into a smaller display case on the countertop for a chocolate-covered eclair, smiling softly as she lifted it to her mouth.
"So," she said, looking back up at him before taking a bite, "the peanut butter cookies here are really somethin' special. They're my seventh favorite, personally."
"Seventh?" Caleb chuckled, bemused. "I'll have to see the full list some time."
"Oh," Cat responded, licking a bit of chocolate icing from her plump, pink lips, "it's all up here." She tapped lightly on her head with the index finger of her eclair-free hand. "Trust me, I think I know the menu here a little too well." She patted her soft, protruding stomach for emphasis, a demure and slightly embarrassed look on her face as she grinned at him.
Caleb chuckled again and nodded for lack of anything to say. Cat was obviously making a personal dig at how thickset she was, and Caleb, being a pretty chubby guy himself, knew better than to make any critique about this girl's weight even in a joking sense lest he accidentally say something too harsh and upset her. With a girl this pretty, and the fact that she actually seemed kind of interested in him, that was the last thing that he wanted.
Although... referring to Cat merely as "thickset" was just a bit of an understatement. She was more than plush, a young woman who clearly took ample advantage of the perks of her profession more often than just when she was killing time with customers. Caleb was hardly one to judge, however. He was a pretty big guy himself, maybe not as big as she was, but still didn't consider himself in a position to cast criticism. Plus, on top of having such a beautiful face, such enrapturing blue eyes, those golden, flowing locks... Cat actually carried her extra weight quite enticingly.
Her chest was large enough that even if she had been a bit slimmer, maybe around Caleb's weight, the tag of her tight t-shirt would have likely boasted at least a couple of X's. Her bosom was her second most prominent feature, maybe even her third if Caleb counted her alluring eyes and plump but pretty face, and was propped up and out by her very supportive bra in a way that gave it much more pronunciation than the surprisingly small stomach that rested underneath. To be fair, Cat certainly did have a belly, but it wasn't much of one given her size, her waist remaining only relatively chubby compared to the rest of her burgeoning body and giving her quite the sensual, although supersized, bottom-heavy hourglass physique.
Of course, there was some serious emphasis on the "bottom-heavy" part of that descriptor, with the award for Most Prominent Feature very clearly going to Cat's flaring, fantastic hips. The jet black color of the leggings she was wearing weren't slimming in the slightest; instead, they only perfectly outlined the sudden drastic curve of her sloping, sizable yet smooth saddlebags and clung tightly, even more tightly than her top, to her impressively large thighs and all the way down to plump calves. Either Cat really liked showing off her abundant curvature, or she was just in desperate need of a wardrobe upgrade.
Regardless of whether it was the former or the latter, Caleb was hooked, almost as distracted by her body as he was by her face. Cat had to be something of a rarity; most girls he met weren't nearly that pretty, and most girls that pretty didn't let themselves get that fat and most girls that got that fat didn't carry their extra weight so tantalizingly. If she weren't working at a family-owned bakery, Cat could have been a plus, well, very plus-sized model for certain, and Caleb found himself overwhelmingly attracted to her. She was definitely a looker, even if she was a looker who happened to probably weigh around...
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