Chapter 3 - [3] home alone

"Bye mom, bye dad!" Rebecca waved to her parents as they left the driveway. She had the house to herself for the night, well... almost...
"What's for dinner Becca?" Her 10 year old sister asked, Rebecca had to babysit...
"You know I can't cook, so we'll order something, what do you want?" Rebecca smiled.
"Pizza!" She exclaimed, dancing around her sister like she was high on sugar.
"Yes, to order please. What do I want?" Rebecca said on the phone to the pizzeria. Flashbacks from a few nights ago came back to her, how she filled her belly with food until she was about to burst. She remembered the pleasure, the thrill, the pain...
"I'll order one medium margarita pizza, an extra large barbeque chicken pizza and an extra large spicy pork pizza," she said excitedly. She was still trying to convince herself she didn't find stuffing herself pleasurable, but it wasn't working very well.

When the pizza arrived, she hurriedly pushed the medium pizza into her sisters hands and told her she could watch Netflix on the big living room TV, which she was ecstatic about. Laughing to herself, Rebecca ran upstairs excitedly with the two extra large pizzas and a two liter bottle of coke. She turned on her TV and dived onto her soft, king sized bed. Her mouth watered as she hungrily opened the barbeque chicken box and picked up a fat slice, covered in cheese and toppings, she licked her lips greedily and shoved half of the slice into her mouth in one bite. She moaned and sighed as the hot, melted cheese flowed down her throat along with the sweet barbeque chicken. She stuffed the remainder of the slice into her tummy and reached for the next slice.

Half a box later, the recently chubby teenager began to struggle. With a great deal of effort, she unbuttoned her pants and took off her tight shirt, sighing with relief when her belly plopped onto her lap. She rubbed it with her greasy hands and was fascinated by how shiny she made it with the fatty liquid. Rebecca downed half of the bottle of soda in one go, moaning as she felt her belly gurgling, feeling the fizzy mixture bubbling in her gut. She burped quietly, but immediately let out a very unladlylike belch and patted her tummy with satisfaction. She continued to eat the other half of the pizza, sucking the grease off of her fingers and nursing her firm, stuffed tummy with delight. It was so big! She was stuffed, but remembered how she was stuffed last time, but kept going. She wanted that again, she wanted to see her belly grow to a ridiculous size again. She wanted it so packed full of food she couldn't get out of bed.

With her new found motivation, she began to tear into the second box, the spicy pork tasted amazing and she gushed at how good it was. She was wet eating it and feeling her stomach expand to create room for the unnecessary amount of food she was stuffing into it. Her tummy growled, begging her to stop, but she didn't. She consumed half of the box before the post-stuffing queasiness kicked in. She burped again and slapped her gut, moaning at how much it hurt. It felt so good. She wondered how painful it would feel if she forced more into her. With the remaining liter of soda to aid her in her quest, Rebecca crammed the last few slices into her face and rolled over in bed, rubbing her belly, groaning with pain.

"Why do I love this so much... Why do I want to get bigger? Why do I want to do..." she picked up the bottle of soda and chugged the remaining quarter of the liquid, moaning loudly and clutching her bloated belly. "...this..." After rubbing her belly until it was bearable to do anything else, she looked at the damage she caused, and was shocked. Her tummy looked like it was alive, it looked like it was breathing, rather than its gluttonous owner, it was hard as a rock yet looked so inflated, like a beach ball.
"Never again..." Rebecca sighed, "I shouldn't do this ever again..."