Becky’s stomach grumbled, which she took as a sign of it being empty. She sat down at one end of the table and pulled a pizza towards her. It was an extra large, extra cheese. She grabbed two pieces, folded them over calzone style, and started to eat.
She finished a whole pizza this way, and then reached over for something to drink. Her stomach was getting bloated again. She grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew and began chugging it. Becky had a large stomach capacity, and the fizzy soda stretched it even more.
She moved on to a pepperoni pizza, eating it in the similar folded over calzone style. Her stomach was becoming stuffed to the max, and still she continued to eat pizza. For the next hour she manage to finish the pepperoni, a sausage, was just halfway through another cheese pizza when she got sleepy. The humongous mass of pizza in her poor stomach tried to digest and she got very sleepy…
…There was the bang of a front door opening and the sound of rowdy boys, cheering about here victory at the baseball. Becky lifted her head from where it lay resting, and suddenly her knowledge of her situation returned to her. She put her glasses on and struggled to button her green shorts.
The baseball team stopped in the doorway to the livening room when they saw Becky. Her distended belly hung out over her shorts, which couldn’t be closed. After an initial shock the boys started to laugh.
“Becky?” Jo called out, working through the mass of little leaguers. “Did you eat all of this?”
Becky turned crimson, almost as red as her hair.
Jo helped her daughter up. Becky’s small shorts started to slip, but her mother held them up. “We’ll just get you upstairs, okay?”
Becky heard the boys shout in the dinning room as she walked up the stairs.
“Nice, bro. Your sister totally pigged out on pizza.”
“She ate four freaking pizzas! What a pig!”
“Hey, shut-up Bobby!” Josh yelled. “Remember when your baby sister ran through the kitchen without a diaper when we were at your house.” The team changed targets and laughed at Bobby.
Jo sat Becky down on her bed. “I’ll just go see if you left enough for the boys to eat.” Jo rarely got angry at her kids, and not one ounce of frustration was in her voice. “If there’s anything you want to talk to me about, we can talk later, okay?” Jo went downstairs.
Becky lied back on her bed, and picked up one of her favorite books. She sat and read, massaging her swollen belly. Her book improved her mood, and soon she was back to her normal confident self. The pizza still struggled to digest her stomach
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