Chapter 3 - part 3 (final)

Clara snapped out of her trance. She almost forgot about the pizza! She turned towards the door to answer it, but she wasn't expecting her stomach to be as heavy as it was. She was nearly thrown to the ground with how much gravity weight it down. Her walk had turned into a very awkward waddle as she slowly made her way to the door. She kicked aside the remains of her feast with each slow, heavy step. A quick burp escaped her belly just before she opened it, revealing a pretty cheery-looking teenager hold a massive pouch. "Clara Famie?" he asked. Clara noted how his eyes drifted down to her prominent paunch before darting up to her face.

"Yeah ... t-that's me." Clara was struggling to stay awake at this point.

"Perfect!" He removed three enormous boxes from the bag. Each one must've been twice--no, three times--the size of a normal pizza box. Clara eagerly took them before retreating back into her apartment with a curt "Thanks." and closing the door. She waddled to the dining room table (which up until this point in the night had been neglected despite Clara doing nothing but eating) and set the pizzas down. Opening one of the boxes revealed just how big a party-sized pie was. You could easily feed a birthday party with one of these things. Clara had order three. There would definitely be leftovers ....

"This doesn't seem like a good idea in the slightest," the voice warned her. "Just save it for tomorrow."

Clara pushed the pizzas to the edge of the table and pulled up a chair. Standing had become a chore with such a hefty belly. When she sat, her stomach greedily ate up all of her available lap space and then some. Her belly was so large it reached the armrests on either side of her. It growled for the umpteenth time that night, though this one didn't stem from hunger. It was a warning. Maybe eating more right now really was a bad idea.

That didn't stop Clara from grabbing a slice from the first pizza and biting into it. The flavors of the pepperoni, sausage, peppers, and cheese all danced on her tongue as she savored the bite. It had been too long since she last had even a crumb of pizza, and this hit the spot perfectly. She quickly finished up the slice and grabbed a second one. Then a third, followed by a fourth. She slowly worked her way through the pizza filling up her belly with the greasy goodness. She didn't want to go too fast and risk upsetting her already provoked belly. The pizzas added to the warmth in her belly, but without the cool countertop, it felt more like she was stuck under a hot blanket than curled up by a fireplace. Still, she dutifully ate slice after slice. By the time she worked her way through the first pizza, she felt uncomfortably full. The armrests were pinching her tightly, preventing her from moving too much. Not that she could move much in the first place. Her heavy belly nearly had her pinned in place. Wet burps erupted from her overtaxed stomach. She was completely and thoroughly stuffed at this point.

So obviously she got to work on the second pizza.

"Seriously. Stop. You'll explode at this rate."

Clara picked up a slice and bit into it, but almost immediately her stomach began spasming. It really wanted to process nothing else. It was already fighting an uphill battle with the food in her stomach, more food would surely seal its fate. Plus, all that grease from the pizza really made it upset. But Clara was in no mood for any of this. She only wanted to eat, eat, eat. She arduously ate the slice in her hand. This slice didn't taste nearly as good as the first. It slid down her throat, and she could almost feel it hit her stomach, causing another burp to fly out. If she was being honest, that slice made her a bit sick. But something deep within her compelled her to keep going, and keep going is exactly was she did. Slice after slice she ate. Each slice brought about another grumble from her overworked abdomen. Each slice pushed her belly outward more and more. Each slice caused her face to contort in pain just a bit more as she swallowed. She had to take breaks in between slices to soothe her angry stomach. She was definitely not built to handle this much food at once. The burps were smaller, but each one sent her stomach into a violent spasm, requiring minutes worth of belly rubs to it down. After what felt like ages, the last slice of the second pizza joined the rest of her smorgasbord in her stomach. Clara felt a burp coming on, but she stifled it. She knew that gas wouldn't be the only thing leaving her mouth if she let it escape.

She sat in her seat as an absolute mess. Her breath was shallow, slow, and shaky, as if breathing too deeply would spell her doom. Her body was drenched in sweat. She felt like she was overheating. One hand drooped useless to the floor while the other drew small circles on her stomach. Oh God, her stomach. The stretched skin was an alarming shade of red, and Clara could even see stretchmarks beginning to form. The armrests felt more constricting than her waist trainer did. Her belly was now big enough to reach the table, making it a difficult task to reach the remaining pizza. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise. More food was the exact opposite of what she needed right now.

...

Clara stared at the remaining pizza. She felt sick just looking at it. If she even ate one more slice, she'd throw up or blow up, or maybe even both. Whatever it is, the result wouldn't be pretty, surely. Still, Clara found her gaze fixed on the enormous pie. It was as if all of those tasty toppings were calling out to her.

"Don't even think about it." The voice in her head was dead serious.

Clara shifted in her seat as much as she could. She winced a little at the pain the small shift caused to her stomach.

"Seriously. Don't do it."

She grabbed the box of pizza and slid it over her stomach. The heat was nearly unbearable, and the pressure the massive pizza put on her stomach was not very comfortable either.

"Don't. You. Dare."

Clara opened the box and took out a slice of pizza. The smell hit her nose, and she nearly put it down right then and there. But she just. Couldn't. Stop. She shoved the entire slice into her mouth before swallowing quickly and grabbing another one. She wanted to finish this pizza. She had to finish this pizza. And she knew that her belly would give out on her before she could finish if she took things slowly. So the only option left was to devour the pie at a breakneck pace. Each swallow was tinged with a sharp pain as her stomach swelled outward. It snarled at her, begging to just stop eating already. Tears welled in Clara's eyes as she could feel her stomach being stretched to its absolute limit. Her stomach shook violently, plotting a revolution against her, but the constant stream of food down her throat prevented anything from coming back up. Her belly gurgled and groan, unsure of what to do with such a massive amount of sustenance. The pizza disappeared quickly into her gut until only one slice remained. Clara picked it up and stared at it for a split second before jamming it into her mouth. Swallowing it was a massive chore. It took everything she had to force it down her throat and prevent everything else from coming up. But she did it. Three enormous pizzas and an entire pantry's worth of food, all inside of her. She might've celebrated if she wasn't in such great pain.

Suddenly, a violent snapping and crunching could be heard. Clara flew into a panic, worrying that her stomach had exploded, but fortunately she was wrong. Her stomach was so large it had completely snapped off the armrests from the chair. The sweet release was nearly orgasmic. Her stomach surged outwards, grateful for the removal of its constraints. It was enormous at this point. It had changed shape over the course of her feast from a soft, malleable blob of dough to an overinflated medicine ball l. It was so turgid and so large it even pushed the table away from Clara. The skin was stretch painfully thin, to the point where you could almost make out veins in some spots. God, it was so sensitive, too. It rose and fell with her breaths, and even these slight movements sents jabs of pain rolling over the entire thing. It was extremely heavy, keeping Clara pinned to the chair, which was fine by her. She didn't want to move anyways. She wanted to give it some kind of a massage, but at this point even so much as a fly landing on the overtaxed orb would probably spell disaster. Besides, she couldn't even muster the strength to move her arms anyways. They dangled uselessly to the floor, unable to assist her aching gut. Well, at least she didn't explode or vomit like she thought she would. Although both were still very real and very dangerous possibilities. It felt like her stomach was draining all of her energy to digest her enormous meal, leaving her as a useless pile of limbs attached to an enormous balloon. The energy drain eventually reached her head, causing her eyelids to become heavy and the veil of sleep to draw ever closer. As her world turned to black, she was left only with the ceaseless gurgling of her stomach and the notion that she should probably call off from work tomorrow.