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Hmmmm, what about...

Blah pointed at one of the flavors of ice cream behind the glass in front of her. The disgruntled man behind the counter quickly grabbed a scoop with a gloved hand, the other holding up a wafer cone.

...no...

Blah pulled her hand back to her chin and the tired-looking server's arms slumped, a heavy lidded glare affixed on Blah that the golem did not notice, so intense was her decision-making.

...Maybe...

She pointed again. The man perked up...

...no...

She brought her hand back, and the man slumped once again. One of his eyes twitched.

Beneath Blah's other hand, her tummy churned. She'd already asked for many samples to help her choose... and it hadn't helped at all. It already poked out from her middle like a foot, filled with ice cream samples, and she hadn't even ordered yet!

Blah screwed up her eye for a second, and then cleared her throat before speaking. The server sighed audibly, knowing what was coming.

"Can I try the tiger tiger again?"

-

ding-dinglading-glading~

GLOOSH
glorp, gloorble
SLOSH, SLOSH

Hours later, Blah emerged from the ice cream shop, leaving the cantankerous fellow to his retail misery. In her hand she held her ice cream proudly, and beneath them, her perfectly round two foot beach ball of a gut jutted proudly, filled with so much frosty ice cream already. It bounced vivaciously as she briskly walked out of the shop, wobbling up and down with her stride and causing the icy cream to slosh and gloop around inside its tight, balloon-like shape.

"*BUUUUURP*"

Blah let out an icy belch, and quickly covered her mouth with a hand, careful to hold onto her cone with the other. Oop, that was embarrassing... letting out a victory burp like that before she'd even STARTED on the treat she'd actually BOUGHT. That wasn't being a very good patron, she thought...

It was quickly forgotten, however, when she realized her hand was dotted with drops from where her ice cream had melted onto her hand. She quickly lapped up the sweet blots before transferring the cone to her now-clean hand and quickly cleaning off her other hand. Below, her stuffed tummy continued to gurgle noisily.

GLURBLE, grOOOOAan, gloosh

Blah shivered and placed her free hand on top of her belly. It was tight and cold to the touch-- her belly always felt tighter whenever she ate frozen treats, but she couldn't tell you if it was actually a result of the temperature affecting her body or just a placebo because she FELT like it SHOULD.

Probably the latter, she reasoned as she rubbed and patted her round belly, if for no other reason than to justify to herself sucking down what she'd ACTUALLY bought. She looked up excitedly at the cone she held in her hand, beholding its glory. A stack, eight scoops high, of EVERY flavor the shop had had. It had come to her in a flash of inspiration after so many hours of taste-testing-- why choose one... when you could pick them ALL? Beneath her hand, her tummy blooped out its agreement.

Before she'd even left the parking area, Blah gobbled up and polished off the entire multicolored tower, adding all eight scoops of ice cream to her belly and bloating out even bigger. She cronched down the cone in three bites, savoring the mix of ever-so-slightly savoury wafer and melted ice cream that pooled inside it, before swallowing with a resounding GULP. It landed in her belly, and she put her hands on the sides of her great two-foot tum, hefting it ever so slightly as a loud GLORBLE raced up from deep inside.

Finally, she announced to the world her appreciation for this rinky-dink ice cream store with a belch truly worthy of the towering treat she'd devoured.

"*BUUUUOOOOOOOOUUUUUURP!*"
gloop bloop

She patted her belly, satisfied. Nearby, someone clapped.

-

Yeah, it's Blahvember now-- this train don't stop baby. Have a Blah filled with ice cream

Blah Blah #/No. 866 (and the disgruntled ice cream worker, i s'pose) are (c) moi, blahblah866
and our little cameo comes to us courtesy of Solidswiig , tho vanillite is (c) Nintendo/Pokemon/Gamefreak, of course

Description
Hmmmm, what about...

Blah pointed at one of the flavors of ice cream behind the glass in front of her. The disgruntled man behind the counter quickly grabbed a scoop with a gloved hand, the other holding up a wafer cone.

...no...

Blah pulled her hand back to her chin and the tired-looking server's arms slumped, a heavy lidded glare affixed on Blah that the golem did not notice, so intense was her decision-making.

...Maybe...

She pointed again. The man perked up...

...no...

She brought her hand back, and the man slumped once again. One of his eyes twitched.

Beneath Blah's other hand, her tummy churned. She'd already asked for many samples to help her choose... and it hadn't helped at all. It already poked out from her middle like a foot, filled with ice cream samples, and she hadn't even ordered yet!

Blah screwed up her eye for a second, and then cleared her throat before speaking. The server sighed audibly, knowing what was coming.

"Can I try the tiger tiger again?"

-

ding-dinglading-glading~

GLOOSH
glorp, gloorble
SLOSH, SLOSH

Hours later, Blah emerged from the ice cream shop, leaving the cantankerous fellow to his retail misery. In her hand she held her ice cream proudly, and beneath them, her perfectly round two foot beach ball of a gut jutted proudly, filled with so much frosty ice cream already. It bounced vivaciously as she briskly walked out of the shop, wobbling up and down with her stride and causing the icy cream to slosh and gloop around inside its tight, balloon-like shape.

"*BUUUUURP*"

Blah let out an icy belch, and quickly covered her mouth with a hand, careful to hold onto her cone with the other. Oop, that was embarrassing... letting out a victory burp like that before she'd even STARTED on the treat she'd actually BOUGHT. That wasn't being a very good patron, she thought...

It was quickly forgotten, however, when she realized her hand was dotted with drops from where her ice cream had melted onto her hand. She quickly lapped up the sweet blots before transferring the cone to her now-clean hand and quickly cleaning off her other hand. Below, her stuffed tummy continued to gurgle noisily.

GLURBLE, grOOOOAan, gloosh

Blah shivered and placed her free hand on top of her belly. It was tight and cold to the touch-- her belly always felt tighter whenever she ate frozen treats, but she couldn't tell you if it was actually a result of the temperature affecting her body or just a placebo because she FELT like it SHOULD.

Probably the latter, she reasoned as she rubbed and patted her round belly, if for no other reason than to justify to herself sucking down what she'd ACTUALLY bought. She looked up excitedly at the cone she held in her hand, beholding its glory. A stack, eight scoops high, of EVERY flavor the shop had had. It had come to her in a flash of inspiration after so many hours of taste-testing-- why choose one... when you could pick them ALL? Beneath her hand, her tummy blooped out its agreement.

Before she'd even left the parking area, Blah gobbled up and polished off the entire multicolored tower, adding all eight scoops of ice cream to her belly and bloating out even bigger. She cronched down the cone in three bites, savoring the mix of ever-so-slightly savoury wafer and melted ice cream that pooled inside it, before swallowing with a resounding GULP. It landed in her belly, and she put her hands on the sides of her great two-foot tum, hefting it ever so slightly as a loud GLORBLE raced up from deep inside.

Finally, she announced to the world her appreciation for this rinky-dink ice cream store with a belch truly worthy of the towering treat she'd devoured.

"*BUUUUOOOOOOOOUUUUUURP!*"
gloop bloop

She patted her belly, satisfied. Nearby, someone clapped.

-

Yeah, it's Blahvember now-- this train don't stop baby. Have a Blah filled with ice cream

Blah Blah #/No. 866 (and the disgruntled ice cream worker, i s'pose) are (c) moi, blahblah866
and our little cameo comes to us courtesy of Solidswiig , tho vanillite is (c) Nintendo/Pokemon/Gamefreak, of course