So, Blaze head back to the dessert table, when she felt like her tight pants were about to stretch to their limit. They had become so tight due to her big meal that they amounted all the pressure on her waist; Blaze felt as if it was not her clothes but rather her own belly was going to explode. fianlly as she neared the end of the line of,"people" in front her, one of the buttons on Blaze's shirt poped of exposing a pinch of her furry white belly underneth;(even thogh most of her body was purple)the button sped over to a human teenager who was cleaning his priscription eye glasses when Blaze's button struck his retena. Even though all he did in response to the blow was putting his right hand over his eye; wooried blaze bagged her dessert, walked over, and ask him, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
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