The pace of the meal is slow and steady, but Ashe still puts away plenty. There's a mountain of food now soaking in the black cauldron she calls her stomach. The dragoness had forgotten about that blonde girl she ate earlier. The woman's lifeless body had sunken to the bottom of that mush mountain where she continues to be buried deeper by every mouthful of greasy Chinese food that Ashe shovels down her throat. Every once in a while Ashe catches Jeremy watching some of her more gluttonous big gulps. The ones he seems to like are when she jams so much into her greedy gob that it makes a bulge in her neck when she swallows. The temptation to add Jeremy to the mix almost causes her to just grab him on several occasions, but she refrains from doing so if only because he had been so nice. It helps that he hadn't ridiculed her appetite at all. Too many first dates have ended like that, leaving Ashe stuck paying the check. Jeremy instead seems to actively encourage Ashe by pushing food within her reach just to watch her gobble it up. Even so, Ashe still tries to pace herself so that Jeremy can enjoy the meal too. Once the human boy is full, she can wipe out the rest, sending it all into her tank of a belly until her abdomen swells firmly round. For starters, any self-respecting dragoness could have finished that entire sushi boat in one go. Like a Kaiju in the deep sea, Ashe could have dumped the 'crew' of salmon and tuna straight off the deck and into her cavernous maw. Instead, she waits for Jeremy to have his share. He had been so excited about ordering sushi that Ashe feels too guilty to just eat it all by herself.

Despite holding herself back though, the sushi boat does not last very long. Before they know it, all that's left are a few leftover hunks of sashimi. That is because of how shockingly much that Jeremy had been able to put away too. Eventually Ashe has to stare back at him with a little astonishment of her own. She had never seen a human eat so much. Over the past hour of feasting, Jeremy's once doughy middle had become swollen and strained from its fill of the buffet. While it's certainly not anywhere near being able to fit a whole person, Ashe still admires how his gut bulges out to what she could swear is almost the size of a basketball.

Hwhrp—BRAAAAPP! Ashe's heart skips. God, was that her? She didn't even catch it. But then she hears Jeremy say, “Guh, excuse me. Sorry.” Wait, that was him?

Ashe actually cracks a bit of a smirk. It's just so ridiculous to see a human with such a big appetite. She considers letting out a rancid belch of her own for a laugh, but she thinks better of it before giving in to such a crass impulse. She assures him either way, “It's uh, it's all good... I'm just surprised. N-Not that I'm mad or grossed out. I've never seen a guy eat like that.”

Jeremy just laughs, even sounding a bit proud of himself. “When it comes to sushi, the meal isn't over when I'm full. The meal is over when I hate myself.”

Well, Ashe can relate to that last part anyway. She looks down at her own obscenely bloated middle knowing full well that she could probably destroy the whole buffet and still have room for the entire staff. I should really stop, Ashe thinks to herself—but then Jeremy slides another plate of spring rolls and gives her an endearing smile. Ashe hesitates... briefly. Then she snatches up the spring rolls and tosses them into the back of her drooling throat. Ulp~! The mouthful barely makes a bump in her neck as it travels down her long neck and plops into her stuffed belly.

“So, just about full yet?” Jeremy wonders. “Or do ya still got room for dessert?”

Ashe isn't sure if she should be honest. Despite all of his encouragement, it's hard to open up. If Jeremy knew what it would take to fill her stomach completely, he'd probably run out of the restaurant screaming, assuming she even lets him. She wouldn't. That long neck of her's has more than enough reach to come down at a frightened date and snatch them right out of their chair from across the table. She'd choke him down the very instant that he'd even think about fleeing. The last thing she'd hear of him is the muffled begging from his wriggling lump as he rolls down her long neck and dumps into her stomach... But so far, there he sits, still somehow not making Ashe feel like trash. While she remains leery about his strange fascination with her profoundly hoggish hunger, the fact that he had just been nice to her is all that Ashe really wants. He's not pushing her back to the bedroom, he's not trying to toy with her feelings, he's not complaining about her weight or how much money this meal will cost him... He's just smiling, talking, and having a grand old time.

It's not what Ashe was anticipating. Even now, Jeremy unknowingly sits on the brink of life and death. He doesn't even seem to know it. All Jeremy has to do is say one thing wrong, give one nasty look, or let his gaze wander with lust for just a little bit too long—that would be all the excuse Ashe needs to end him. Even after clearing an entire dining table of food, Ashe could still devour Jeremy four times over before she'd be able to stop herself. Her mouth waters at the thought of it. It would be so easy to just... lean over... open her mouth above his head... lower it down slowly while he isn't looking her way... and when he looks up to smile at her again, all he'd see is her looming throat relaxing above him to reveal its slimy abyss. Then snap would her teeth come down, sealing his fate as food. She'd lift him into the air, toss him back, then let gravity send him sinking through her esophagus. Ashe's clawed feet tense and scratch into the floor beneath her as her heart begins racing to the thought of what a rush it would be to send him gushing into her belly.

“You good Ashe?”

Ashe's whole body jumps. She snaps out of her trance and stammers, “I-I uh, y-yeah...” She coughs and clears her throat. Fuck fuck fuck her heart is beating so fast now. God, what the hell is she even thinking? She's having such a good time, and now she's fantasizing about how she can fuck it all up! What is this sick fetish that her brain has for ruining everything good for herself?! She can't eat him! He's not a jerk! … Though as screwed up as it is, Ashe almost wishes he was. It isn't lost on Ashe how fucked up the irony is. Jeremy being nice to her is more stressful than being a jerk.

The thing is, Ashe expected Jeremy to be just some horny jock with standards too low to care. Or maybe she could have expected Jeremy to be some cheating himbo with a fat fetish that he hides from his friends or his girlfriend or his wife. Perhaps Ashe could have expected some kind of pervert who would have an encyclopedic knowledge of grotesque sexual acts that Ashe would never dream of. Or maybe he could have just straight up been some serial killer trying to murder her. Any of those, Ashe could have dealt with. She could have dealt with it because she's familiar with it. Well, maybe not that last one. There aren't many people stupid enough to try murdering a dragon these days. But for the rest, Ashe knows how things would have went. They would have an awkward dinner together until they can find an excuse to go home. If Ashe was lucky, maybe she would get a sloppy round of pity sex to churn up the contents of her stomach in order to make some space. Then the moment she was through with him, or more likely when he was through with her, Ashe would have eaten him alive and fallen asleep in a puddle of her own tears, proving to herself once again what an obese slob she is. She'd forget all about Jeremy by the time she woke up to use the toilet. Then it would be back to business as usual; her 'day job' as a depressed blob of scales and cellulite slouched in bed with her face stuck to her phone as she waits to die of old age or whatever health problems kill her first. Meeting someone like Jeremy was just not in the cards today—at least, not in any of the cards that Ashe thought would be in play. Even now she feels like she's being tricked. The worst thing about meeting Jeremy is that Ashe is starting to like him. It's the very same vile feeling that trapped Ashe once before. The scariest thing she could have encountered tonight is a boy who makes her heart flutter. Now Ashe is helpless to stop Jeremy from ruining her. It would be easier to just devour him and be done with it here and now. That way, nothing is left to chance. She can always just waddle home and tailfuck herself in lieu of a new boyfriend. Her last relationship did start like this. She might as well get it over with.

She thinks about it, but she can't do it. She can't do it right now, anyway. There's enough in her belly already to stop her from wanting to eat, even if she could. Otherwise Jeremy might not walk away from this table. Besides, Ashe is already enough of an obese slob as it is. Pigging out on another date is just going to pile on the pounds to her (already) garbage truck sized ass. Now that Ashe looks at herself, the tub of lard spread out on her lap really is more flab than it is food. The party sized serving of fried rice alone is going to destroy her figure... as if there's anything left to wreck. That clueless blonde girl will probably go straight to Ashe's thighs which are already the size of tree trunks. Now they'll be as big as trash cans. Ashe just feels disgusted with herself again. BhwreEErrRRPP!! And that didn't help either. Ashe covers a hand across her mouth, humiliated by the sudden blast of foul gastric air that just bubbled up her long esophagus and erupted from her jaws like that. Did Jeremy hear it? Oh God, he definitely heard that. He's staring at her now. Oh no. Ashe can feel her poor heart beginning to pound behind her ribs while panic starts setting in.

But then Jeremy smiles and caresses a hand across her stomach just as he was doing before. Ashe's body freezes up, then shivers at his gentle touch before slumping back into the chair behind her with a bellowing groan of pleasure. Encouraged by this reaction, Jeremy kneads his hand firmly inward and upward to push Ashe's weight around. Ashe can feel the dense slop inside against the wrinkled inner walls of her glorping round gut. It's enough to make Ashe's thoughts go blank for a few seconds, which is just long enough to break the cycle of despair that had been feeding itself these past few minutes. For one precious moment, Ashe gets some modicum of relief. While that is happening, Jeremy sees fit to ask her, “So... still hungry?”

Ashe hesitates at first to answer him. She had already eaten so much. Her multi-gallon tank of a tummy won't be filled by the buffet. If she keeps trying, she's just going to get herself banned from another good all-you-can-eat restaurant. “I-I shouldn't...” Ashe stifles a hiccup under her hands. She has to control herself.

But then Jeremy teases her, “You suuurrre~?” He smirks. “Maybe a few tubs of ice cream?”

“Tubs?!” Ashe sputters. “I—... I-I uh... b-but I'm tr-trying to watch my weight, a-and...”

Jeremy chuckles coyly at her. “Not for nothing, but that's kind of a lost cause at this point.” To emphasize what he's getting at, he gropes two big handfuls of her massive stomach and shakes it with smug vigor. Glosh-glush-slorsh-glunk-blrt! The sound of her sloshing dinner seems to make him grin all the more. “C'mon, let me treat you!”

Ashe's heart just about stops. She can feel the heavy gunk splashing against her sensitive innards when Jeremy does that. Her eyes go wide to stare incredulously at his brazenness. A throbbing fills her chest while an aching need starts to whet elsewhere... Had any other boy tried such a stunt, it would be the last thing they'd ever do. Instead, Ashe freezes for a long several seconds. Jeremy is absurdly lucky that he had put himself in such positive light. Ashe doesn't just let him get away with it; she actually kind of enjoys it right now. Jeremy did say that he likes her being fat, but who knows the truth of Jeremy's intentions other than Jeremy himself. Worst case scenario, this is still all on Jeremy's dime, and sooner or later, she can always get rid of him. Ashe may as well take advantage of it while she has the chance to do so. But at the same time, she can feel something brewing a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it's not indigestion. Being away from her home 'cave' for this long is starting to wear on Ashe's already volatile mood. She looks away from Jeremy, unsure of how to respond. She wants this to keep going, but at the same time, she wants to go home. Enough is enough.

Sensing that perhaps Ashe might be done for the night, Jeremy decides to change his approach. “But if you're getting a little burned out, we can totally call it quits.” He pats her belly reassuringly, then lightly massages it over while Ashe considers her reply.

Gllgrrggrt... sqlurch... Ashe feels that same pleasant shiver go up her spine as her insides gush under his hands. She curls her fat tail over to loop behind Jeremy, then pull him in against herself so that he has to embrace her gut with both of his broad arms. The feeling of his warmth and affection against her tired body is what finally pushes her decision, but she still wants to get out of the open. She thinks about how to put it before finally replying. “I mean... I'm not gonna pig out in public,” Ashe says while trying to ignore how much she had done that already. “But like... if you wanna... I-I don't know...” Ashe tries to be nonchalant about it to avoid setting any precedents. “M-Maybe we'll watch a movie or... whatever... have some ice cream... just chill out at m-my place...” Oh god oh fuck did she just invite him over? What the hell is she thinking?! Her apartment is a fucking disaster!!

Before Ashe can take back her offer, Jeremy already perks up with a delighted, “Sure! What kind of ice cream should we get?”

“Uuuuhhh...” Welp, too late now. “I guess... um... Death by Chocolate?”

“Pffft, that's a flavor?” Jeremy laughs.

“Y-Yeah... it's like... Dark chocolate ice cream... with chocolate chunks, like... brownies... fudge chunks...” Ashe tries not to make direct eye contact and just twiddles her fingers while she talks. Her arms rest on her bloated heavy stomach. Digestion had barely even started.

“Should'a known you were a chocoholic,” Jeremy muses. “So where do we get some?”

The fact that Jeremy seems enthused with the idea gives Ashe some relief. “There's a corner store on the way home that sells it... I-I don't mind sharing.”

“I'll probably get something different for myself,” Jeremy says. “Assuming I get anything. I don't actually like dark chocolate, and I'm already pretty stuffed. Just down the street, you said?”

“Yeah...” Well, that means more for Ashe then. Not that she needs more. Damn it, what is she even thinking? She really just keeps digging this hole for herself. “S-So uh... you were gonna do the check?” Feeling instantly rude by even asking, Ashe quickly adds, “I'll pay for my half, if you want. I know I ate a lot...” She really doesn't have the money to be doing this, but if she doesn't offer, she'll feel guilty.

Luckily for her, Jeremy shakes his head. “Nah, I got it.” He pulls out his debit card and waves over to one of the waitresses. As the waitress starts to approach, Jeremy notices, “Oh! Still got some sashimi left. Make sure we eat those too or we do gotta pay extra.” He smirks.

Ashe feels her heart skip. “D-Do you want one?”

“As much as I love sushi, I'm at my limit. It's all yours.”

Deep down, although she would never say, Ashe is secretly thrilled to hear Jeremy say that. She picks up the sushi boat like she had been wanting to do from the start. There isn't much left, but she still dumps the wooden boat toward her open jaws and lets the last few scraps of meat tumble across her tongue. Glrk-glk... Right into her gullet. Just like that, it's all gone. It's a good thing the wasabi is on a different plate. Ashe wipes the drool off her maw and sets down the empty boat. “Bwhrrp—” She stifles a belch behind her palm, hoping Jeremy didn't hear it. Soon the waitress comes by to take Jeremy's card to the register to ring them up.

A moment of quiet comes over the two of them. Ashe looks down to see if anything is wrong, but instead she discovers Jeremy just leaning gently into the side of her enormous gut. It's strange to meet anyone who isn't bothered by such voracity. It's even more strange to meet someone who seems to actually like it. Before they know it, the waitress is back again. Jeremy signs the receipt and then tries to slide out of the booth. It's then that Jeremy notices that Ashe's tail is in the way. “Oop, 'scuse me.” He tries to move around it, chuckling as he goes.

But little does Jeremy realize that he's right where Ashe wants him... The dragoness can feel her lips dribbling with saliva as she feels that temptation again. He's not looking at her, but if he was, he'd see her wide eyes peering sharply down at him with an unnerving predatory stare. Ashe can feel her heart beating faster and faster and faster in her chest. The stuffed human boy would be a delectable treat... especially with that juicy plump gut of his dragging tightly down her gullet. Ashe only catches herself before going through with it because Jeremy being stuffed just means he's extra fattening. Plus, he was going to buy her ice cream... not that ice cream will be less fattening, depending on how much he buys. Live prey, or ice cream..? Ashe swallows the drool that's pooling in her mouth... Is both an option? No, she probably needs to know his pin number for that debit card or something. Ice cream it is, then. For now. Ashe moves her tail out of the way before Jeremy can get suspicious. “Sorry.” She pretends like she wasn't just about to snap him up like another spring roll.

With Ashe's tail shifted to let Jeremy go, he get out of the booth and stands up to stretch his legs. “So what's the address? I'll meet you there.” Jeremy gets his phone out to take Ashe's directions.

Ashe reveals, “A-Actually, it's pretty much in walking distance.”

“Oh! Is overnight parking allowed here?” Jeremy pauses, then flusters. “Uh, not that I'm tryin'a like... pressure you to stay all night. Just that it's getting late. If I'm going home at all tonight, I should probably go home soon.”

Ashe frowns slightly. She doesn't like being put on the spot like this. He said he wasn't trying to pressure her, but it does pressure her. Still, thinking about it, she can always still just eat him if he pisses her off somehow. “... You should probably park around the corner or something. I don't want you to get towed.” Not that it would matter if he winds up as blubber on her ass, but on the chance that he doesn't, the other parking spot should be fine. “I'll... text you my address, a-and the place for the ice cream is just on the way, like I said. You can't miss it.”

Jeremy nods. “That works! See you there, then.” He turns to head for the exit.

Ashe shifts to slide out of the booth. Her enormous stomach bumps into the table, violently jostling the empty plates with a noisy clatter. When Ashe stands up straight, she can feel her belly sag, accompanied by the sound of an awful, grisly, grotesque and noisy schlushk-gllrursshh... Ashe's eyes dart downward to stare at her horrible figure. She really is more of a fat sow than a dragon... Oh God, how much did she actually eat?! There must be at least two hundred pounds of digesting fried rice alone. Not to mention the soggy corpse of that blonde woman buried somewhere at the bottom. Though frankly, Ashe at this point had long forgotten the screaming appetizer. Ashe's morbidly obese abdomen is being dragged down low with so much weight that her fupa is hanging by her knees. Instinctively, Ashe curls her porky tail around to cradle her trundling gut in an effort to hold it up—as if that pathetic effort could mask what a slobbering glutton she is. She quickly starts waddling for the exit before Jeremy or anyone can say anything. Of course, that just makes things more awkward! She really hopes he doesn't just drive home and ditch her. This had been going so well, and she still wants that ice cream despite what an irredeemable lardass she is. Ashe texts Jeremy the address to her place before she can forget about it. After that, all she can really do is go home and hope that Jeremy shows up. Now that Ashe is outside, she starts on her way home. She doesn't see Jeremy in the parking lot right now, but he probably already left and— “Hic—! BUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!” … She's really glad Jeremy wasn't around to hear that, actually. A car alarm starts going off in the distance. Fuck, was that because of her? Ashe can literally hear her own belch echo back to her through the city blocks. People probably heard that for at least a mile around. Ashe scurries home as fast as her flabby thighs can take her. She can't handle another embarrassment like that.