A little information on Ellen. I thank NeoWarriorCat for the description for her, because I would hate to cause repetition on describing more details about Ellen.
Ellen was a sweet eevee, standing around 6' 2" and around 194 lbs. with medium sized breasts, a small potbelly, and the beginnings of a bubble butt. She had a naturally sweet and amiable personality and was slightly timid in most occasions. She worked at a local restaurant called The Stew Pot, and had a slight habit of sneaking food when she thought people weren't looking. If anyone noticed, no one told for she never got in trouble over it. Due to this little habit she had started gaining a little weight, not much, but enough to make her distinctly chubby.
Sorry about that, anyways, back to the story.
"Um...alright. I can get off work around six o' clock." Ellen murmured to Meg. The hefty Marril winked at her with a ketchup covered smile from her long ago devoured burger. Meg picked up and napkin and took out a pen from her purse. She wrote her address and number on the napkin and kissed the napkin, cleaning her lips.
There was a red lip pucker stain left on the napkin when she gave it to Ellen, including the money for her meal and a special tip.
"I can hardly wait!" She said flirtatiously. And with that, she sat up from here chair and exited the Stew Pot restaurant, shaking her bulbous hips while walking. Ellen looked back at the napkin, awkwardly poking it with her nose and sniffing at the lips mark enticingly.
"Ellen! We still have more orders to take!" She heard one of her co-workers from the kitchen call over.
"Oh, right. Sorry!" She slipped the napkin into her pocket and continued her workday.
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Ellen hung her apron on the hook after her shift was over, making sure there was nothing else needed in the kitchen. Stepping from the front door of the Stew Pot, the Eevee reached into her pocket with Meg's number. Ellen never actually went on a typical date before, especially with her size now, but this was just cooking dinner for a potential friend...right?
She fumbled thoughts in her head on what to do about going to Meg's place and decided...
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