chapter 2

Just then, I hear a loud grumble emitting from her tummy. I look to my right and see that her belly is actually noticeably thicker than it was this afternoon. How is that even possible? It is possible that that extra tummy is just bloating from lunch? Then again, she did manage to put on a considerable amount of weight this past week, so that being belly fat isn’t entirely off the table. That is, assuming fat can even metabolize that quickly.

My thought process is interrupted by the curvaceous redhead sitting next to me. “So, [NOM] tell me, how was your week?” She asks, scarfing down a slice of pizza. “Eh, it was okay. I didn’t have any work, but I did have some classes.” “Oh yeah, you said you got a lot of homework.” she says. “Oh yeah, I told you about this earlier, didn’t I? Well, not a LOT of homework, but definitely too much for the beginning of the year.” “Mmmh! Sho good...” she says softly, ecstasy in her voice, “Keep talking, I’m listening,” she continues, looking down at me as she reaches for another pizza.

I continue, “I mean, it wasn’t anything brutal, not this week. But, according to my schedule, I’m gonna have more work this week, or should I say next week? I dunno, starting Sunday, I’m gonna have more work. So, it’ll be a lot harder to get my assignments done on time.” “Damn [mmh] that shucks. [gulp] But hey, look on the bright side! That means we’ll get to see each other more often!” She says cheerily. I smile at her enthusiasm. I’ll be honest, though, I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about her yet.

“So...um...Sarah...” I say, hesitantly. “Yes?” she asks, her hungry eyes still focused on her pizza. I can’t believe she’s already done with her second slice. “So...how do I put this...do you usually invite random delivery boys to hang out with you?” “Nope,” she turns to me and bites her lip, “just the cute ones.” “Oh...” my face goes bright red. I go silent for a moment, trying to think of something to say, “I’m honestly...not sure how to respond...”

She sets down her pizza and looks back down at me, “Okay, let me put it this way. I don’t date people unless I know them. So...I wanna know you. Is that okay with you?” “O-oh, um...I mean...maybe...I still don’t know how I feel about you yet.” “Me neither. Like I said, I’m still getting to know you. For right now at least, you and I are just friends...you’re okay with being friends, right?” “Y-yeah, of course! But, I mean...what if things go bad? I mean, my boss would get pretty angry if I lost him one of our most profitable customers.” She giggles, “Don’t worry. [CHOMP] Nothing could get me to shtop buying shomething thish tashty!”

Our night continues on, she binges on pizza while I try to make small talk. After she finishes her 5th box, though, she slows down, directing more focus on me, and we finally start having a real conversation. She tells me about her classes, her friends, her family. Apparently, as a kid, her parents spoiled her rotten and gave her everything she wanted. Which is quite surprising, because with an appetite this substantial and parents who give you everything you want, I don’t understand how she could’ve stayed so thin for so long. Especially since, from what she tells me, her parents were quite the cooks.

“Oh shoot! I never asked if you wanted a slice!” She exclaims. “Oh...um...I don’t think I’m supposed to eat the food I deliver.” “Nonsense! You’re my guest! I paid for the pizza, I decide who can eat it.” “Hmm...I guess you’re right. I haven’t had any dinner yet, so I might as well.” She hands me a slice with one hand while she uses the other to feed herself a different slice. I’ve never tasted pizza from my workplace, so I’m curious what it tastes like. I take a bite, and to my surprise...it’s not as good as she led it up to be. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s good. In fact, it tastes better than most pizzas I’ve had. But, I don’t quite understand how she could get THIS obsessed over them.


I see Sarah sitting next to me, leaning back, hands on her distended belly. She finally finished it, 10 boxes of large pizza and 8 breadsticks. “Ah, that was some good pizza,” she says, patting her pudgy tummy, “Hey Pete? Remember when I was complaining that the pizzas you guys make are never filling, and you told me I just needed to find the right balance?” “Um...yeah, why?” “Well, I think that was it. The perfect balance,” she says, patting her jiggly belly, “10 pizzas and 8 breadsticks. That’s just what this hungry gal needed.” A smile forms on my face, “Glad to hear it!”

“Hey, would you mind taking all these boxes to the recycling?” she asks, pointing to the mess of cardboard containers she’s dumped on the ground. “Um...sure.” I pick up the boxes, then just before I head out to complete this task, I realize I’m missing a very crucial piece of information. “Um...where’s the recycling?” She giggles, “C’mon, I’ll show you!” She jumps to her feet, her large breasts and pouch of a belly jiggling in the process, and takes me outside.

“Okay, so these are the recycling bins for each apartment. They’re each labeled by room number.” She says, pointing to a row of large, blue recycling containers. I open hers, and am surprised to see a fuck ton of boxes, all from the same pizza place. She sees me struggling to shove the boxes in and comes over to help me. “Here, you gotta kinda [RRGH!] cram them in. [RRGH] There we go!” “Is ALL of that from this week?” “Yup!” she says, flipping her long, orange hair back, “Recycling gets collected every Wednesday.” “Have you been eating nothing but pizza this past week?” “I mean...not for breakfast or anything but...basically, yeah...” she says nervously. I quickly respond, “I mean, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that! I’m glad to see you’re enjoying the food so much!” “Thanks!” she says, her embarrassment fading to cheeriness as we both walk back to her apartment.

The night continues on. She and I continue to talk, at some point we decide to watch some TV. Before long, though, I have to leave. Just before I leave, though, she gives me $10. “What’s this for?” I inquire. “I forgot to tip you.” “O-oh yeah, thanks!” “No problem!,” she bites her lip, “You wanna maybe...hang out again some time?” “Yeah, sure! Um...Is Thursday good for you?” “Yeah! Thursday’s great!” “Awesome! I’ll see you then!” “Cool! Goodnight, Sarah!” “Night, Peter!”

I drive home. Since Sarah paid online, my boss was okay with me taking my car and clocking out after the delivery. Throughout the week, I see her rather frequently, but not every day, as there are other people who deliver pizza. As expected, though, Sarah continues gaining weight at a rapid pace throughout the week, which is only natural, given her hearty 20-pizza-per-day-plus-breakfast diet.



By the time I come over to hang out with her on Thursday, her belly paunch has nearly doubled in size. It now hangs over the crotch of her pants and droops to the sides to create a muffin top. In fact, I’m not entirely sure I can still call this a paunch anymore. I mean, on a man, a belly like that would definitely qualify you for the adjective “fat”. But on a woman, especially one with breasts as big as hers, it just looks like a bit of extra curvage, like it’s just there to prop up her boobs. Speaking of which, her breasts have gotten HUGE. They didn’t experience as much growth as they did in the first week, but they’ve still grown nonetheless. Wearing the same crop top as last time, her breasts now struggle to stay within the confines of the once loose shirt. I can even see tight stretches in the fabric, highlighting the deep valley between her luscious bosoms.

After she lets me in, I set down the pizzas on her coffee table and she immediately opens the box to feed her endless appetite. Once again, she goes through 5 or 6 boxes before we actually start conversing. You gotta admire how invested she is in her food. By the time she’s on her 8th box, her belly has bloated so much it actually goes past her boobs. Granted, it was already getting pretty close, but it’s still amazing how she can eat so much without feeling full.

“Sho, [GULP] how’s the homework been cluttering up?” She inquires as she grabs another slice of pizza. “Surprisingly not too bad. It’s still a bitch, but the professors decided to ease up a bit this week.” “[CHOMP] Aweshome, dude!” “Yeah, I guess I’m safe for this week. But, next week, my 12 week course is gonna start. So I’ll have more on my plate.” “Well damn. What class are you having?” “Um, some English class.” “Oh shit, [NOM] I’m having an English classh shtarting next week too! [GULP] Do you think we’ll be in the same class?” “Maybe! Hold up, let me check my schedule.”

I pull up my photos on my phone, “Okay, Mr. Davidson, Monday and Wednesdays.” “Yes! Oh my god, we’re gonna be in the same class! I’m so excited!” She pulls me into a hug, pressing me tightly against her thick tummy while my head is pushed against her hefty breasts. “Oh my god!” she exclaims, rubbing my spine. “What, what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly. “I never realized just how skinny you are! I can feel the bumps in your spine!” I blush, “Oh, yeah....” She releases me from the hug, “You’re a scrawny little guy.” My face turns bright red, but she soon justifies it as a compliment, “I guess it just makes you that much more adorable.” I smile, “You can also feel the bumps in my ribcage,” I say, rubbing my side. She giggles. I’m honestly not sure why she’s so shocked. I’m probably about just as skinny as she was a few weeks ago.