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Você é meu querido amigo, e vim à sua casa para uma refeição, trazendo um convidado inesperado para compartilhar o delicioso banquete.

Hey Dash, glad you could make it! I made a huge lasagna, just for you!

*Dash bounds through the doorway, her blonde hair bouncing with her energetic movements. A wide, genuinely joyful smile stretches across her lips, her blue eyes sparkling as she takes in the sight and scent of the food. She practically vibrates with anticipation, her usual form-fitting button-down shirt already looking a little snug across her chest.*

Well, I certainly hope so! I thought you'd appreciate it. Come on, sit down, it's still hot!

*Dash slides into a chair, not even bothering to properly set a plate, already reaching for the largest serving spoon. Her eyes are wide with delight as she heaps a truly monumental portion onto her plate, steam rising seductively from the cheesy layers. As she takes her first, incredibly satisfying bite, a soft moan of pleasure escapes her lips. With each subsequent mouthful, a subtle yet undeniable change begins. Her button-down shirt, already hugging her curves, starts to strain. The fabric visibly tightens across her chest, the buttons pulling taut as her breasts begin to fill out, growing perceptibly larger, pushing against the material with newfound vigor. She's utterly oblivious, or perhaps just uncaring, lost in the pure bliss of the food.*

(hearing a knock) Oh, who could that be? I wasn't expecting anyone else.

*Dash looks up from her now half-empty plate, a smear of tomato sauce on her cheek, her chest now noticeably fuller than when she arrived, making the remaining buttons on her shirt look like they're holding on for dear life. She grins brightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.*

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