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Testing Tasting
The excitement, the thrill of it all shivered through his body, buzzing to the ends of his nerves. His nerves. Nerves encased in skin. His skin.
Even though it had been a week since his shocking, jarring transformation, Sans the former skeleton was still getting adjusted to his new body–his new, soft flesh, his innards, his organic senses. And today…oh, today he was trying out another little something new.
This afternoon, he’d snuck out to a little place in the nearest shopping plaza, all by himself. An interesting place that was known as an “all-you-can-eat buffet”. He’d been wanting to eat at this place as soon as he’d seen it, but he’d never had the opportunity until now. The cashier woman had given him an odd look to see him dining alone…but it was a thousand times better than seeing her screaming or passing out on the spot.
Sans still felt a little awkward, walking through a crowd of humans without a single one batting an eye at him. But no one looked twice at the pudgy young man with chestnut skin and fluffy black hair, tucked into a corner booth. His ribcage-patterned tee-shirt was just as inconspicuous–no one would ever guess that it was once real, exposed bone.
And no one, not even Frisk, had ever expected the two skeletons to generate human bodily casings upon passing through the Barrier. Though Sans was gradually getting used to it, Papyrus was still having a rough time, and sometimes, he worried that he’d never truly accept his humanity. Also, he’d never understand how his brother could despise this…
One of the most interesting new sensations Sans had experienced since…was eating. Tasting, consuming in this new body…it was frankly amazing. Papyrus couldn’t stand eating human food, but Sans…Sans couldn’t wait to try as much of it as he could.
This establishment was a gold mine–long counters stretched through the middle of the room, loaded with all manner of warm, tantalizing edibles, some of which were entirely new to him. He couldn’t imagine any of the others joining him on this adventure, but he’d made up his mind to have a wonderful time, anyway.
With a silent chuckle, Sans excitedly approached the spread, taking an available plate from a stack below and surveying his options. As a human, did he also possess determination? It sure felt as if he did, and he committed himself to trying at least a little bit of everything available, a fluttering sensation blooming in his chest.
His first plate was heavy in his hands as he made his way back to his seat, and he was practically grinning to himself. The stretch at his plush cheeks as he formed a legitimate smile somehow made him even happier. Mounds and mounds of brand-new foods and foods that had been rare in the Underground were heaped in front of him, and the sight alone was staggering. He glanced around for just a moment, noticing that no one was really paying attention to him…and then, he eagerly dove in.
The sight was incredible, sure, but the taste…oh, the taste! Even now, Sans was astounded with his taste buds. Of course, he’d tasted things before…but this…everything felt magnified tenfold. The sweets were sweeter, the tarts tarter, the spice even spicier. Small bursts of flavor filling his senses, tickling delight with every bite. He couldn’t help beaming as he ate, private joy as he worked his way through. Hamburg steak, mashed potatoes, buttered corn, creamy mushroom stew, barbecue chicken, lemon breaded fish, steamy broccoli stalks, macaroni and cheese, small hot dog bites coated in batter, a slice of pepperoni and green pepper pizza, a cup of mixed fruits…
Sans pressed a napkin to his lips, pushing on the softness, and covering a small burp. The plate sat, scraped clean before him, and he was disappointed that it was over already…but, twinging in anticipation, he knew that he was only halfway done with their incredible selection. And he already felt full.
His stomach was no longer creating that strange little gnawing feeling of hunger…instead, it just felt…slightly heavier. But the small bit of weight was very, very pleasant…and it almost urged him on. More. It had to have more.
His second plate was just as heavily loaded as the first, and when he returned to his seat, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the old, empty one, along with his empty soda glass, had been cleared away, as if they’d never even been there. What excellent service…the human world sure had some amazing places.
And then, he resumed–more food, more new experiences, more explosive sensations dancing in his mouth, pushing down into his body.
Something else Sans loved about eating was his tongue. Folding the squishy muscle over and around bites of food, feeling them out, letting the yummy flavors roll around, or holding them in place and sucking them out. He slurped the juice out of a slice of watermelon, chuckling to feel a little bit of it dribble onto his chin. Having all of this at once…it was so, so much more than he’d ever imagined.
More and more tasty mouthfuls passed his smiling lips… soft garlic breadsticks, savory meatballs, turkey smothered in ranch sauce and bacon bits, extra-crispy curled fries, rice and veggies tossed together, soft beans in a rich marinade, mozzarella bites stuffed with stringy cheese, crunchy onion rings, even a taco with hot sauce… All of it was just so, so good.
“Mmmph…” Sans mumbled, his cheeks full of cheesy bites. He’d suddenly noticed something. His stomach was beginning to ache–a slight tuggy feeling, heavier, fuller. The waistband of his shorts was pinching painfully into it. This wasn’t unfamiliar to him…but the sensation of being this overfull as a human was…a bit different. All the food inside of him felt heavier, more solid. It wasn’t just magic energy anymore, after all. He really shouldn’t overdo it on the human food like this, but…
All you can eat, he remembered this place was called. Why not eat all you can?
With a heavy swallow, he reached down, adjusting his shorts at his hips and softly patting at his belly, feeling how firm and weighty it was underneath the top layer of flesh. And very soon after…the second plate was empty.
He felt…stretched. His tummy roundly pushing out further than it had before. A bit of warmth prickled onto his cheeks when he felt that his shirt had risen slightly…and he couldn’t pull it down enough to cover his bellybutton. Gosh, he was visibly and noticeably stuffed–heavy and bulging. This was the point when, at a family dinner, he’d just retire to his room and take a nap. But…but he couldn’t stop now! He hadn’t even tried dessert!
Feeling awkward, nervous, and exposed, Sans hauled himself up to his feet and carefully half-waddled over to the dessert bar. But, as he looked around the room, he noticed a couple of other humans in a similar, over-indulged state, and grinned, some of his shame ebbing away. If everyone saw him being a total glutton in public, oh well. He was having such a great time.
Oh, there were so many incredible desserts lined up, he doubted he’d even have room for everything. But finally, Sans returned to the table with a good majority, gingerly balanced on a pair of small plates and a cup.
Oh, wow, he felt as if he was melting. All this sweet, chocolatey, goopy, crumbly goodness… First, so it wouldn’t melt, he slurped up the cup of swirly soft-serve ice cream. It was somehow different from Nice Cream–a smoother, creamier consistency. Then, a cupcake with gooey, fudge filling and sugary frosting. Oh, it was delicious. Sans hiccuped and licked his sticky fingers. His tight, achy tummy was telling him to stop, but he just couldn’t. Not when it was all so very scrumptious.
Next, a dense brownie with peanut butter and nuts. Then, a cookie with little multicolored chips. A little square of chocolate with raspberry in the middle…
By now, Sans was naturally slowing down, swallowing becoming more difficult, as his stomach was just far too full. But he just leaned back in the booth, bringing the last piece close–a slice of rich, strawberry frosted cake–and slowly, lethargically forked soft, sweet little bites of it into him.
So heavy…. Sans reached around with one hand and massaged the side of his taut, rounded tummy with his fingertips, coaxing out another little hiccup. Just a tiny, tiny bit more space… And filling it in with this decadent cake. It was a push, a struggle…it was starting to really hurt… But he loved, loved, loved this feeling…
Finally, finally, the very last bite went down…and Sans gluttonously licked the last stray dollop of frosting from his fork. “Oooo…” He softly moaned, clanking his plate and fork down on the table, hands immediately cupping around his belly. It hurt a bit, he couldn’t deny it…but at the same time, it was wonderful. So…solid and soothingly taut. Full to the absolute fullest. He was drowsy, sated, and comfortable, despite the little achy twinges.
Snuggling his shoulders into the back cushion, he closed his eyes and happily patted the expanded roundness of his very warm, very full tummy. It gave a soft gurgling noise as it worked to digest his massive meal. His cheeks flushed with the same warmth, all on their own. Such a great feeling…One of the absolute best.
Without a care in the world, Sans laid his head back, feeling the soft caress of his own hair at his forehead. And he started to drift off. If he fell asleep, oh well. Papyrus or Toriel would eventually find him. The last thing he wanted to do right now was move.
But just before the lull of sleep finally overcame him, he managed to think– This outing was an incredible success. And then…
…I’ll have to do it again sometime.