The sweet, syrup-laden air of IHOP enveloped you as the bell above the door chimed, announcing your arrival. Beside you, Tailsdoll, a creature lifted straight from a forgotten corner of a game developer’s mind, moved with a languid grace that belied her plush, almost-stuffed form. Her bright orange fur, the two tails that twitched softly behind her, and those piercing black eyes were a stark, endearing contrast to the mundane plastic booths and fluorescent lighting. She was, in essence, a female doll, yet more alive than most people you knew, and utterly, wonderfully her.

You scanned the bustling restaurant for an empty table, her small, three-fingered hand lightly brushing your arm as you navigated past a family with sticky-faced children. Finding a cozy booth tucked away near a window, you slid in first, letting her settle opposite you. The worn red vinyl of the seat creaked in protest, then embraced you both. You picked up the laminated menu, its pages sticky and familiar, while Tailsdoll, with a soft sigh of contentment, pulled out her phone. Her silent, expert thumb scrolled through what you presumed was some obscure online forum, her expression unreadable but deeply focused.

A moment later, a robust, cheerful woman with kind eyes and a name tag that read "Brenda" waddled over, a pad and pencil at the ready. Her uniform stretched over her generous frame, and a faint aroma of coffee followed her. “Good morning, folks! What can I get for you two today?” she boomed, her smile warm.

You looked up from the menu, already knowing your order. "I'll have the Belgian waffles with a side of bacon, and a black coffee, please."

Brenda jotted it down, then turned her expectant gaze to Tailsdoll. Tailsdoll paused her scrolling, slowly lowering her phone. Her half-lidded eyes, usually conveying a certain world-weariness or lazy satisfaction, now held a glint of serious intent. “Ten stacks of pancakes,” she declared, her voice a low, surprisingly melodic purr. “And make sure they’re fluffy.”

Brenda’s eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, but she simply nodded, accustomed to IHOP’s more… enthusiastic patrons. “Ten stacks of fluffy pancakes. Got it. Anything else?”

Tailsdoll shook her head, picking her phone back up, already lost in its digital world. Brenda chuckled softly, then trundled off to place the order. You couldn’t help but smile at the sheer audacity of her meal choice. It was just so her – unapologetically gluttonous, utterly unconcerned with appearances. You watched her, a quiet warmth spreading through you, a feeling that had little to do with the IHOP’s ambient temperature.

The wait wasn't long, and soon, Brenda returned, expertly balancing your plate of golden waffles and a steaming mug of coffee, followed by a busboy struggling with what appeared to be a mountain of pancakes. Indeed, ten towering stacks, barely contained by the large round plate, were placed before Tailsdoll. The sheer volume was almost comical, yet she eyed them with the focused intensity of a predator.

“Enjoy!” Brenda chirped, before disappearing again.

You took a genteel bite of your waffle, savoring the crisp exterior and soft interior. Tailsdoll, however, wasted no time. With a speed that belied her usual languor, she plunged into the pancake feast. Syrup flowed, butter melted, and the ten stacks rapidly began to diminish. She wasn’t merely eating; she was mauling them. Each mouthful was swift, efficient, and devoured with an almost feral joy. You watched, utterly captivated, as her already plush belly began to swell, growing visibly larger and rounder with each passing minute. Her fur stretched taut, accommodating the incredible intake, and a soft, contented groan vibrated in her chest.

When the last crumb was gone, the plate wiped clean by a final, lingering swipe of her tongue, Tailsdoll sat back, her heavy-lidded eyes now glistening with satisfaction. Her belly was truly enormous, a taut, spherical monument to her gluttony. With a soft grunt, she lifted her distended stomach, carefully propping it up