You all start to eat at a normal pace; after all, most of you are still very skinny. The others eat about two slices each, and even that bloats their stomachs a little bit. They clean up their plates and put away the one box they finished. Then they look at you, and discover that you're still eating at a rapid pace. At this point, you've finished one entire pizza by yourself.
"Are you full yet?" Jen asks. She looks to be very full herself, and probably can't imagine the capacity you have.
"Not even close. I'm still starving." You answer. "Don't worry, I'll order more pizza for dinner." She looks up at the other nine boxes, and realization dawns on her face.
"Oh."
You continue eating, quickly shoveling pizza into your face. After finishing three your stomach hasn't even expanded yet, leaving no impact on your body. You're still hungry, although not starving. The others start to talk among themselves, realizing that this will take a while. You continue to shove pizza into your face. After five your stomach starts to expand under the increasing pressure of the contents. It fell over your knees before; now it overhangs them by a few inches. At 6 you have to push the chair back so the table doesn't hurt your gut. At 8 you have to again, and at 9 you look 9 months pregnant. You're faltering as well, breathing heavily and feeling the strain of so much food in your belly. Grimly you push on, proving to your friends that you defy all conventional expectations of how a girl should act and look.
When there's one piece left, you feel stuffed like a Hawaiian pig. The image fit as it was a Hawaiian pizza. You take one bite, and then another, and another, and one more until you've finished ten pizzas by yourself. "Help me up, will you?" You gesture towards your friends. Jen's the first one there, and she can't lift you until another comes over and helps out. Panting, you feel your gut sticking out at least a yard from where it be if it were flat. The rest of your body hasn't changed, but you know this will have some kind of effect on it. It has to. Ten damn pizzas!
"I think I'm gonna take a nap." You say. "You can go ahead and watch TV for a while or something." You walk over to a couch and fall asleep on your back, your stomach sticking up like someone stuck an exercise ball on top of it.
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