Pizza Makes Things Great
#6 of Six Short Weight Gain Stories (series)
Originally published: October 3, 2018
Ally was waiting impatiently as she sat on the living room couch. The cat's large rump took up nearly two-thirds of the space there, but what was left kept reminding her of why she was waiting. Any moment now, her husband John would be back with dinner, and the feline knew that John was always good at bringing back great things for her to eat. Just where he was, or why he was taking forever, was a mystery to her. "Hey hon~" She was broken out of her trance as she shot her head to the side, noticing her fox hubby standing in the doorway. "John, you're back!" She jumped with excitement. "Where were you?"
"Just had to get something." John explained. "Wanna take a look?~" Before Ally could ask him what he meant, she was taken back by the sight John pulled into view. John balanced around fifteen large pizza boxes in his arms, placing them down in a stack on the coffee table in front of Ally. "You did not." Ally spoke with disbelief.
"Oh I did." John returned, opening up one of the boxes to let Ally take a look. The heavenly aroma wafted up to her nose, causing her to let out a euphoric moan. "Mmm, god, that smells amazing."
"I thought you'd say that, which is why I wanted to treat you tonight." John patted the boxes. "I'm gonna help you go past your limit. Let's see if we can't eat all these pizzas by the end of the night, what do you say?"
"Awww, John! You're the best!" She beamed with excitement.
"Why don't we save talking for later?" John picked up one of the slices from the top box, moving it to Ally's face. "Say 'AHH'."
It was quite the binge for Ally. Slice after slice came sliding into her mouth, the tastes of tomato sauce and hot cheese blending perfectly with the countless toppings that were added in. The cat kept herself occupied on only food, in order to eat as much as she possible could, other than the moment when John tried to be helpful by cleaning her up. She wasn't the most clean eater, the hunger in her stomach overshadowing the mess she was making on her clothes. She even at one point gave up even trying to eat slice by slice, and just picked up the next box to shove in what she could. At first, John was worried she would choke, but seeing how she reacted his demeanor changed from worried to persuasive, practically forcing the next box into her hands while she was focused on the one she was already eating from.
When they reached the last box, Ally was panting. Her stomach was bulging out, a bit pained from the stretching of all the food inside her gut and causing her shirt to ride up to her chest and smother her breasts. She wasn't sure if she could put anything else in there without bursting. But John was persistent, getting up onto her chest and waving the remaining slices in front of her face. "Come on babe, you've got this."
"Urg..." She groaned, slowly eating the slice she was given. "John, I'm feeling too full. I don't think I can do it."
"Yes you can. I know you can." John picked up one final slice and tossed the box away. "Here, the last slice. You've got this." She shakily took it into her mouth, aided by John to chew it before swallowing with a gasp afterwards. "My gosh, honey, you actually did it. Fifteen boxes. That's a record."
"Heh, and all thanks to you." She replied, purring as John kissed her on her cheek.
"So, how should we reward your success?" John inquired. "Any ideas? Belly massage? Bath? Maybe something... else~?"
"Hmm... What about some ice cream?" Ally returned.
"All you can think about is food." John teased.
"You would have suggested it if I hadn't." Ally rebuttled.
"True, true." John kissed Ally again. "Plus I already got a few tubs on my way back."
"Want to go for Round Two?" Ally asked.
"You know it!" John agreed.