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Heather’s choice in café was definitely quite gothic. Every surface, every decoration, everything aside from the food and drinks was a shade of black, or dark red.
But despite its rather dark design, the black cabaret style was rather quaint. And the people who inhabited it, while not literally colourful, all seemed quite colourful characters. There was a very animated atmosphere to the place as Heather led Tara to a table. Tara, for her part received a few curious glances, although she too was wearing black, her workout clothes certainly stuck out compared to the usual leather and lace of this place.
‘You didn’t mention this place was quite so, gothic.’ Tara said tentatively as a waiter handed them both a leather bound menu.
‘Does that frighten you?’
‘Please, I used to be pretty big into the Goth scene. I’m more of a metal girl these days.’ Tara smiled, ‘but ever since I discovered Edgar Allen Poe, I will nevermore fear the dark.’
Heather snorted with laughter. ‘That was too cute!’ She laughed. ‘But yeah, sorry I probably should have warned you. But trust me, there’s no sweeter place to be!’
‘I’ll trust you, and at least I’m not wearing my brighter workout clothes.’ Tara laughed.
‘Yeah, I didn’t exactly have time to put on my makeup, so we’re both playing at pseudo goths today.’ Heather smiled, ‘So, what do you feel like?’
Tara perused the deserts menu, while the names were dark, everything sounded decadently delicious.
‘Hmm, What about the Black Volcano Cake? Is that made with dark chocolate?’
‘You bet. Don’t they say, that as deserts go dark chocolate is good for you?’
Tara shrugged, ‘I’ve heard that once or twice. Alright, I’ll go for it!’
‘Excellent choice!’ Heather smiled.
‘What about you?’
‘I haven’t had anything for lunch yet, so I’m going to go with the brunch croissants. I’ve been meaning to try them for ages now. Oh, and a coffee. Do you want a drink?’
‘No, I’m already pushing way too many calories into my lips as it is.’ Tara laughed and rubbed her belly.
Heather almost pouted. ‘Fair enough. I’ll go order our meal. My treat.’ She winked as she got up.
She returned a few months later with an apologetic look on her face. ‘I know you just said you didn’t want a drink… But I might have ordered you a thick shake, because I just remembered that they make absolutely divine shakes here… If you want I can go cancel the order though.’
Tara was surprised, but shook her head, ‘no it’s okay. We can share it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah, it’s fine.’
Heather smiled. ‘Oh, cool.’ She grinned.
They chatted amicably until a few moments later, the waiter brought out their food and drinks. At which point their conversation slowed as the two began to work their way through their food.
Tara immediately had to admit that the food here was to die for. The thick shake in particular was nothing short of amazing… And incredibly thick.
But by the time she finished it, she felt fuller than she ever had before.
‘Ugh, Heather, this has been lovely but I don’t think there’s any room left in me for this cake.’ Tara admitted, pulling her workout tights down a little to give her swollen belly some more room. Her belly swelled outwards even more now that it was free from its confines.
Heather gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder and a very brave kiss on the cheek. Their date had been going well so far, but Tara hadn’t thought it was going quite that well until now.
‘Hey, it’s alright.’ Heather stifled a burp and absently rubbed her own belly, which didn’t seem all that bloated by comparison. ‘We can try to take it together if you like.’
‘Give me an hour and maybe…’ Tara burped as well, and groaned faintly.
That hour, turned out to be only ten minutes or so.
As they continued to chat, Tara and Heather found that they had a lot in common, they had the same favourite shows, similar tastes in books and music, and Heather wasn’t opposed to the idea of joining Tara’s little work out circle if they ever worked out at a time when she wasn’t already working.
And as they talked, Tara began to nibble away at her cake, with some help from Heather. Although when it was all said and done, she probably did most of the work herself.

They stayed and chatted for well over an hour afterwards, while Tara digested her huge meal. And eventually they got up to leave, but Tara stopped her date just outside the door.
‘Hey Heather, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but would you be interested in coming over to my place this evening?’ She paused. ‘My roommate is on a cruise with her partner, so I’ve been pretty lonely this week.’
Heather gave her a sultry smile, and her hand gently came to lay on Tara’s hip. ‘Well, since you asked so nicely, I am free this evening.’ She brushed a lock of midnight black hair from her face. ‘I’d love to. Send me your address and I’d be more than happy to meet you there in an hour or so.’ She kissed Tara’s lips gently. ‘And who knows, maybe I might even stay the night if you’ll have me…’
‘You’re really forward aren’t you?’ Tara laughed, crossing her arms.
‘I like what I see.’ Heather replied with a wink. ‘Is that a problem?’
Tara giggled despite herself. ‘No, I’ve been in a dry spell… I could do with some TLC.’
Heather kissed her again before whispering, ‘You’ll have that and more with me around.’ She turned to leave but paused, ‘I promise I won’t always be so intense. I’ve just been in a dry spell myself… One called the closet.’ She laughed. ‘But I’m out now, and I’m ready to mingle. Carpe Diem!’ She waved as she walked off, and the view of her shapely hips swaying sent flutters through Tara’s heart.
‘Carpe Diem indeed.’ She smiled as she walked back to her car with a step far too light for someone who looked almost 30 weeks pregnant.

Description
Heather’s choice in café was definitely quite gothic. Every surface, every decoration, everything aside from the food and drinks was a shade of black, or dark red.
But despite its rather dark design, the black cabaret style was rather quaint. And the people who inhabited it, while not literally colourful, all seemed quite colourful characters. There was a very animated atmosphere to the place as Heather led Tara to a table. Tara, for her part received a few curious glances, although she too was wearing black, her workout clothes certainly stuck out compared to the usual leather and lace of this place.
‘You didn’t mention this place was quite so, gothic.’ Tara said tentatively as a waiter handed them both a leather bound menu.
‘Does that frighten you?’
‘Please, I used to be pretty big into the Goth scene. I’m more of a metal girl these days.’ Tara smiled, ‘but ever since I discovered Edgar Allen Poe, I will nevermore fear the dark.’
Heather snorted with laughter. ‘That was too cute!’ She laughed. ‘But yeah, sorry I probably should have warned you. But trust me, there’s no sweeter place to be!’
‘I’ll trust you, and at least I’m not wearing my brighter workout clothes.’ Tara laughed.
‘Yeah, I didn’t exactly have time to put on my makeup, so we’re both playing at pseudo goths today.’ Heather smiled, ‘So, what do you feel like?’
Tara perused the deserts menu, while the names were dark, everything sounded decadently delicious.
‘Hmm, What about the Black Volcano Cake? Is that made with dark chocolate?’
‘You bet. Don’t they say, that as deserts go dark chocolate is good for you?’
Tara shrugged, ‘I’ve heard that once or twice. Alright, I’ll go for it!’
‘Excellent choice!’ Heather smiled.
‘What about you?’
‘I haven’t had anything for lunch yet, so I’m going to go with the brunch croissants. I’ve been meaning to try them for ages now. Oh, and a coffee. Do you want a drink?’
‘No, I’m already pushing way too many calories into my lips as it is.’ Tara laughed and rubbed her belly.
Heather almost pouted. ‘Fair enough. I’ll go order our meal. My treat.’ She winked as she got up.
She returned a few months later with an apologetic look on her face. ‘I know you just said you didn’t want a drink… But I might have ordered you a thick shake, because I just remembered that they make absolutely divine shakes here… If you want I can go cancel the order though.’
Tara was surprised, but shook her head, ‘no it’s okay. We can share it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah, it’s fine.’
Heather smiled. ‘Oh, cool.’ She grinned.
They chatted amicably until a few moments later, the waiter brought out their food and drinks. At which point their conversation slowed as the two began to work their way through their food.
Tara immediately had to admit that the food here was to die for. The thick shake in particular was nothing short of amazing… And incredibly thick.
But by the time she finished it, she felt fuller than she ever had before.
‘Ugh, Heather, this has been lovely but I don’t think there’s any room left in me for this cake.’ Tara admitted, pulling her workout tights down a little to give her swollen belly some more room. Her belly swelled outwards even more now that it was free from its confines.
Heather gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder and a very brave kiss on the cheek. Their date had been going well so far, but Tara hadn’t thought it was going quite that well until now.
‘Hey, it’s alright.’ Heather stifled a burp and absently rubbed her own belly, which didn’t seem all that bloated by comparison. ‘We can try to take it together if you like.’
‘Give me an hour and maybe…’ Tara burped as well, and groaned faintly.
That hour, turned out to be only ten minutes or so.
As they continued to chat, Tara and Heather found that they had a lot in common, they had the same favourite shows, similar tastes in books and music, and Heather wasn’t opposed to the idea of joining Tara’s little work out circle if they ever worked out at a time when she wasn’t already working.
And as they talked, Tara began to nibble away at her cake, with some help from Heather. Although when it was all said and done, she probably did most of the work herself.

They stayed and chatted for well over an hour afterwards, while Tara digested her huge meal. And eventually they got up to leave, but Tara stopped her date just outside the door.
‘Hey Heather, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but would you be interested in coming over to my place this evening?’ She paused. ‘My roommate is on a cruise with her partner, so I’ve been pretty lonely this week.’
Heather gave her a sultry smile, and her hand gently came to lay on Tara’s hip. ‘Well, since you asked so nicely, I am free this evening.’ She brushed a lock of midnight black hair from her face. ‘I’d love to. Send me your address and I’d be more than happy to meet you there in an hour or so.’ She kissed Tara’s lips gently. ‘And who knows, maybe I might even stay the night if you’ll have me…’
‘You’re really forward aren’t you?’ Tara laughed, crossing her arms.
‘I like what I see.’ Heather replied with a wink. ‘Is that a problem?’
Tara giggled despite herself. ‘No, I’ve been in a dry spell… I could do with some TLC.’
Heather kissed her again before whispering, ‘You’ll have that and more with me around.’ She turned to leave but paused, ‘I promise I won’t always be so intense. I’ve just been in a dry spell myself… One called the closet.’ She laughed. ‘But I’m out now, and I’m ready to mingle. Carpe Diem!’ She waved as she walked off, and the view of her shapely hips swaying sent flutters through Tara’s heart.
‘Carpe Diem indeed.’ She smiled as she walked back to her car with a step far too light for someone who looked almost 30 weeks pregnant.