chapter 3

Two months later I was down ten pounds. Getting back to the gym had been difficult, but I was going consistently and I knew it would eventually pay off.

Then one evening the doorbell rang. I opened it to find a very beautiful woman holding a stack of pizzas.

"Hi, Evan?" she asked shyly.

"Uh, yes," I replied, taken back both by her attractiveness and the scent of the hot, fresh pizza.

"My name is Coraline, I own Pizza Piggies," she told me.

Something clicked, the gift card I had been given was to Pizza Piggies. I had never heard of it, and in the moment I hadn't paid it much attention. The gift card sat atop my dresser upstairs, I hadn't gotten around to throwing it away yet.

"I, um, didn't order any pizza," I replied, feeling off balance and a little tongue-tied.

"I know," she giggled. "I've been waiting by the phone ever since I saw you come out when . . . you know. I thought maybe you just didn't know how good our pizzas were."

"Uh, I've, ah, been trying to lose weight," I told her, suddenly feeling ashamed of that fact.

"Aren't you hungry?" she persisted.

My stomach growled audibly.

"That's what I thought," she giggled, pushing past me. "Now, how about we cuddle up on that couch there?"

Minutes later I found myself being fed a slice of pizza loaded with meatball and sausage. My first bite transported me to a place of pure gastronomical bliss, my taste buds singing in pleasure. Before I knew it, I was opening my mouth for another bite.

"Good boy," Coraline purred I made quick work of that first slice. "Now you know why we're the best pizza place in the city."

A short time later I was trying to force up a belch as Coraline opened up the second box to reveal a deluxe pizza with peppers, olives, and more. My belt was starting to slice into my expanding stomach.

"Full," I mumbled after the third slice.

"Poor baby, you're being cut in half," Coraline said. "We better give this big beautiful belly some room to breathe."

I exhaled as she wrestled open my belt and undid the top button of my jeans.

"How's that?" she asked.

When I opened my mouth to answer I found another slice of pizza being shoved in. She kept going, feeding me while sensually rubbing my belly as I finished off the second pizza. It was about three slices into the third that I hit my absolute limit.

"Not bad, but you're obviously a bit out of practice," she observed, her nails lightly playing across the expanse of my tautly swollen and spherical gut.

Then she kissed me with her soft full lips and suddenly I didn't notice how full I was anymore. Her lips pressed against my chin and neck as her hands crept under my shirt and explored my protruding gut and prominent love handles.

She guided my hands to her full breasts and trim waist. It was even better than the pizza.

And then she pulled back.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked, a little breathless herself.

I nodded.

"Perfecto, darling," she winked at me. "I'll bring dinner."

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