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You're working a long day on the boardwalk, looking into the ocean, hot sun beating down on you, with half the workday ahead of you and half behind you. Your coworker never showed up, so it looks like you aren't getting a lunch break today, and that means you can't sample the product to beat the heat. Wiping sweat from your brow you see her, massive thighs swinging almost gracefully over each-other. She's wearing next to nothing, just an open shirt without sleeves and a pair of short shorts. There's tattoos of food all over her flabby, heavy body, crowned by a heart shaped blue and pink ice cream cone on her chest.
"they there, sugar," she says, licking her lips as she leans on the ice cream stand. The stand blocks the sight of her legs, but you got to drink them in, and feel like you can see them, just from how much you know they're there. She tilts down her sunglasses and asks, "is Monty here?"
"N-n-no, miss. Uh, Monty didn't show up today," you say, gulping. You've heard of a girl with dyed hair eating inhuman amounts of food on the boardwalk, but people say she's energetic and hyper. This woman is calm, sultry and stands with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes.
"Shame. She always breaks the rules and sells me a three scoop. You guys normally only do two. Think you can make an exception for me?" She asks you, slipping a credit card from her pocket.
"Y-yeah, of course I can. What flavors?" You ask, nervously.
"Hmmm... You decide. You have some new ones, looks lie, and I'd like the chefs pick. You make me a good mix, and I'll be back later after I've sampled some other stores," she tells me, smiling, leaning over and looking at the ice creams. Her belly presses into the glass as she does, and you can feel yourself gulp.
You calmly gather three flavors, not even thinking about which ones, too distracted by her hungry eyes and jiggly body. Instead of focusing you make small talk, and let your muscle memory take over. "Why haven't I seen you around before? I mean, since you're a regular and all."
"Probably out on lunch. I come her same time, every day you're open. Monty always says she doesn't work alone, but that you take lunch around this time."
"Right, makes sense," you say, thinking to yourself that it's not all bad she didn't show today, after all. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking-" You start to ask, but she interrupts you.
"My tattoos? You know of foodees, right?" She asks.
"Y-yeah. People who really like trying different flavors and try all sorts of fancy food?" You say, knowing more than you're letting on.
She nods, slowly, her roll of neck fat bulging as she does. "Mmhmm. I'm like that, but more. Eating is my only real hobby. Some people draw, write poetry or play music. I just eat, and enjoy food. Yeah, I'll watch a movie with friends, but that's just background noise for the popcorn I'm munchin' and the soda I'm slurpin'. So just like some people get ink for a show they like, or a book they love. I get it for my favorite meals, most of all, ice cream," she explains, pointing at the heart shaped cone tattoo.
"Cool," you say, wanting to ask more.
She looks at you and smiles, knowing what you want to ask. "Wonderin' if I'm okay with my body like this? I don't like it, but I don't dislike it either. It's who I am, and it's well worth the food that's made it this way. Were I to exercise enough to stay thin with my diet, I'd never have time for a job. And if I ate less, life wouldn't be worth living for a girl like me," she tells you, licking her lips as you scoop the last of the ice cream needed into her cone.
As you pile the dessert into a waffle cone you ring it through, you notice you put far more in each scoop than you normally would. Almost twice as much as your manager would allow you if she were here! Smiling at that thought, you ring her through, charging her for a double cone and an extra single scoop on the side.
With hands almost shaky you pass her the cone, and she looks it over. "Black cherry cheesecake, cookies n' cream, and my favorite, cotton candy... Thanks, sweetie, this'll be great. And you can bet that I'll be back for more, later. You have good taste," she tells you slowly licking the cotton candy ice cream while pushing up her sunglasses. "Have a great shift," she says, waddling away with an amount of elegance you can't believe comes from a woman of her size and shape.
"yeah, uh... Have a good one!" You nervously tell her, smiling and still somewhat nervous. "Oh, and, uh, what was your name? So I can tell Monty you said hi!"
"Eva," she says, licking the sweet icy treat. "Eva Blaire Cassidy. You can call me EBC, or Ebsee. S'what my friends call me." At that she walks out of range of your gondola, leaving you with thoughts of when the tree trunk legged woman with food tattoos and dyed hair might be coming back.
You know, you tell yourself. I think this shift will be alright, after all.

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Sooooo.... I've wanted a mascot character for a logn time. Alli was too much something just for the comics, so I couldn't count her. So here is Eva Blaire Cassidy, or Ebsee (EBC) for short. See what I did there? Anyways, she works at the Magnus Metro import store in a southern California town near LA, and lives to eat! I drew her as a part of my most recent Alli page as a throwaway character, but fell in love with her, and decided to make this. The page shes from will be linked below.

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Lastly, I have a challenge. What other food tattoos do you think she has, and where? They can't all be visible from this one angle, so what do you think she does, or should have? Anyways, if you have an idea, or even if you just want to let me know what you think, feel free to comment, I SUPER appreciate it, and always try to respond

Description
You're working a long day on the boardwalk, looking into the ocean, hot sun beating down on you, with half the workday ahead of you and half behind you. Your coworker never showed up, so it looks like you aren't getting a lunch break today, and that means you can't sample the product to beat the heat. Wiping sweat from your brow you see her, massive thighs swinging almost gracefully over each-other. She's wearing next to nothing, just an open shirt without sleeves and a pair of short shorts. There's tattoos of food all over her flabby, heavy body, crowned by a heart shaped blue and pink ice cream cone on her chest.
"they there, sugar," she says, licking her lips as she leans on the ice cream stand. The stand blocks the sight of her legs, but you got to drink them in, and feel like you can see them, just from how much you know they're there. She tilts down her sunglasses and asks, "is Monty here?"
"N-n-no, miss. Uh, Monty didn't show up today," you say, gulping. You've heard of a girl with dyed hair eating inhuman amounts of food on the boardwalk, but people say she's energetic and hyper. This woman is calm, sultry and stands with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes.
"Shame. She always breaks the rules and sells me a three scoop. You guys normally only do two. Think you can make an exception for me?" She asks you, slipping a credit card from her pocket.
"Y-yeah, of course I can. What flavors?" You ask, nervously.
"Hmmm... You decide. You have some new ones, looks lie, and I'd like the chefs pick. You make me a good mix, and I'll be back later after I've sampled some other stores," she tells me, smiling, leaning over and looking at the ice creams. Her belly presses into the glass as she does, and you can feel yourself gulp.
You calmly gather three flavors, not even thinking about which ones, too distracted by her hungry eyes and jiggly body. Instead of focusing you make small talk, and let your muscle memory take over. "Why haven't I seen you around before? I mean, since you're a regular and all."
"Probably out on lunch. I come her same time, every day you're open. Monty always says she doesn't work alone, but that you take lunch around this time."
"Right, makes sense," you say, thinking to yourself that it's not all bad she didn't show today, after all. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking-" You start to ask, but she interrupts you.
"My tattoos? You know of foodees, right?" She asks.
"Y-yeah. People who really like trying different flavors and try all sorts of fancy food?" You say, knowing more than you're letting on.
She nods, slowly, her roll of neck fat bulging as she does. "Mmhmm. I'm like that, but more. Eating is my only real hobby. Some people draw, write poetry or play music. I just eat, and enjoy food. Yeah, I'll watch a movie with friends, but that's just background noise for the popcorn I'm munchin' and the soda I'm slurpin'. So just like some people get ink for a show they like, or a book they love. I get it for my favorite meals, most of all, ice cream," she explains, pointing at the heart shaped cone tattoo.
"Cool," you say, wanting to ask more.
She looks at you and smiles, knowing what you want to ask. "Wonderin' if I'm okay with my body like this? I don't like it, but I don't dislike it either. It's who I am, and it's well worth the food that's made it this way. Were I to exercise enough to stay thin with my diet, I'd never have time for a job. And if I ate less, life wouldn't be worth living for a girl like me," she tells you, licking her lips as you scoop the last of the ice cream needed into her cone.
As you pile the dessert into a waffle cone you ring it through, you notice you put far more in each scoop than you normally would. Almost twice as much as your manager would allow you if she were here! Smiling at that thought, you ring her through, charging her for a double cone and an extra single scoop on the side.
With hands almost shaky you pass her the cone, and she looks it over. "Black cherry cheesecake, cookies n' cream, and my favorite, cotton candy... Thanks, sweetie, this'll be great. And you can bet that I'll be back for more, later. You have good taste," she tells you slowly licking the cotton candy ice cream while pushing up her sunglasses. "Have a great shift," she says, waddling away with an amount of elegance you can't believe comes from a woman of her size and shape.
"yeah, uh... Have a good one!" You nervously tell her, smiling and still somewhat nervous. "Oh, and, uh, what was your name? So I can tell Monty you said hi!"
"Eva," she says, licking the sweet icy treat. "Eva Blaire Cassidy. You can call me EBC, or Ebsee. S'what my friends call me." At that she walks out of range of your gondola, leaving you with thoughts of when the tree trunk legged woman with food tattoos and dyed hair might be coming back.
You know, you tell yourself. I think this shift will be alright, after all.

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Sooooo.... I've wanted a mascot character for a logn time. Alli was too much something just for the comics, so I couldn't count her. So here is Eva Blaire Cassidy, or Ebsee (EBC) for short. See what I did there? Anyways, she works at the Magnus Metro import store in a southern California town near LA, and lives to eat! I drew her as a part of my most recent Alli page as a throwaway character, but fell in love with her, and decided to make this. The page shes from will be linked below.


Mature Content

Lastly, I have a challenge. What other food tattoos do you think she has, and where? They can't all be visible from this one angle, so what do you think she does, or should have? Anyways, if you have an idea, or even if you just want to let me know what you think, feel free to comment, I SUPER appreciate it, and always try to respond