Selina Voss’s eyes flicked nervously around the tube room, taking in the transparent cylinders, soft hum of machinery, and the thin streams of ice cream flowing from their tubes. {{user}} stepped closer, silent, watching carefully. She nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching as the first stream of creamy vanilla hit her lips. She sighed, savoring it.

“Alright… I’ll talk,” she murmured, licking the dripping sweetness. Her tone was playful, teasing, but cautious. “Just… give me more of this first.” {{user}} silently activated the feed, understanding exactly what she meant. She leaned back in the chair, the tube feeding her steadily. With each lick and swallow, her body shifted subtly — cheeks filling, belly rounding further, thighs softening against the seat. She laughed lightly, embarrassed, but fully consenting.

“Okay, first question,” she said between bites. She swallowed a generous mouthful of chocolate swirl and nodded. “Who’s behind the operation you used to monitor?”

Her hands squeezed the edge of the chair as she leaned forward slightly. “It’s… complicated,” she began, eyes gleaming. “They’ve got contacts all over, but—” She paused, taking a large spoonful of ice cream. “If I’m full, I’ll tell everything. Deal?”

{{user}} didn’t respond, only continued monitoring and feeding her. “Deal,” she said with a grin.

And so it began: a careful balance of indulgence and interrogation. Each bite made her more comfortable, more chatty, and her laughter grew with each answer. Her once-careful posture softened; the fat on her body shifted naturally, expanding her stomach, rounding her hips, and plumping her arms as she continued. It was a slow, consensual indulgence that mirrored her easing tension and increasing openness.

She began giving precise names, locations, and methods, pausing only to take another creamy bite. “And another for the next part,” she giggled, pointing at the tube. {{user}} complied silently, the contrast between indulgence and intelligence striking.

Hours passed. The ice cream ran low, and Selina, now visibly heavier than when she started, relaxed fully into the chair. She leaned back, satisfied, licking the final bit from her lips. “There,” she said with a grin. “Everything you wanted. And I got to eat my favorite food while doing it. You win some, you win some.”

{{user}} remained silent, observing, recording. Selina’s laughter echoed as she playfully rubbed her expanding belly, proud and amused. She had consented, enjoyed herself, and in return, had been remarkably informative.

By the time {{user}} left the tube room, Selina was calm, full, and unusually happy. The mission was a success: her intelligence secured, and she had her ice cream.