The Chicken's Attention Traveling the Multiverse chapter 9 by dellobenedetto

You decided it was worth taking the risk, and letting yourself be seen—you were a plane-sorcerer, after all, even if you were currently mouse-shaped. A BBW chicken like this was no problem for you. Applying a light amplification spell just in case, you shouted up with a "Hey! Down here!"
"Hmm?!" Chica sounded startled by your voice, and she looked around for a few moments before spotting you. She put her current chip bag down, quickly brushed her hand on the side of her leotard, walked over to you, and plucked you up with the same hand, giving you both the delicious potato-y smell and a view of her fatty curves as she brought you to her face. "Who are you?" she asks, "Are you one of the Pizzaplex guests?"
"...Y-yes," you quickly answered, unsure if your newfound nervousness was due to how high up you were, internalizing how big she was, some instincts from your current species slipping in, or something else. "I-I, yes, I am. N-nice to meet you."
"Likewise, little mousey... but what are you doing here in my room?" She asked, free hand on her hip. "You should know that us performers' rooms are off-limits to guests... Unless you're invited~"

"R-right." Yeah, that made sense. But you were quick to come up with a possibly-convincing allibi. "Y-you see, I-I've been watching a lot of the shows here recently... a-and, while it was difficult to go around without being trampled, I-I really wanted to meet my favorite performer..."
That gave Chica pause, blinking a few times. "Your... favorite?"
"Y-yeah!" You kept going, regaining your confidence. "I absolutely adore your guitar skills, and your moves are pretty slick. I'm your biggest fan! _{...F-figuratively speaking.}"
You weren't sure for a moment, but a smile soon crossed Chica's beak, accompanied by a giggle. "Eehee! Aw, that's sweet of you! Alright, I suppose a fan like you can stay here. What's your name, mousey?"
"I-it's [Y/N]."
"Nice to meetcha, [Y/N]!"

Chica moved you closer to her face, and made a sound like kissing you—thankfully, she seemed aware the difficulties of kissing someone who's shorter than her beak. She then lowered her hand back down, and despite the temptation of her ample chest, you took a look around her room instead. Your earlier theorizing was confirmed when you saw a framed photo of her as a fledgling, alongside a yellow, older chicken of a similar body shape as her present-day self; she was definitely the Chica from the older games, and her white patterned tank top and pink sweatpants even evoked the look of Toy Chica. "O-oh? Did your mother use to work here?"
"Kinda... Eh, not really," she answered with a shrug. "Mama was a big part of the old version of the restaurant, y'know, the sit-down single-room sorta place? When she heard they were making this big Pizzaplex, she insisted I try and sign up to join the staff! Helps that my, er best friend Roxy had signed up too."
You chuckle at that, and let your gaze gravitate back to her belly. "You were saying that this place has good food, weren't you? I-I can tell you're enjoying it a lot."

She was awfully sheepish upon you pointing that out. "Yeah, mama did warn me about how good the food was, and that'd I'd get as round as her if I wasn't careful. Not that I mind, though! I've gotten a lot of fans from my new figure. Including you, it seems~"
"Y-yeah," you said, the sheepishness ping-ponging back to you as your face reddened beneath your fur. "Y-you look really cuddly and comfy... O-on the inside, too..."
"Heh, I heard that [Y/N]! ...You do look pretty tasty," she notes, giving more of a smirk to you. "I can eat ya if you really want it... Or a number of other things."
"Really?"
"Really! You're my biggest fan, but also my smallest," she notes, holding you up to her boob and briefly smothering you against the leotard fabric. "I could slip you anywhere and probably leave nobody the wiser~!"
This was going better than you'd thought! Though you tried to remain composed as you mused on where you wanted to go. "U-uh... in that case..."