This choice: Skip to Melanie bringing the pizza • Go Back... Katie sat atop a mountain of herself, her lithe form completely dwarfed by the acres of fat and rolls around her. She tried to stand but the flesh below her was too soft, so she crawled. She crawled towards what she thought was the top, at least it was uphill... if that was the right word. Katie eventually got to the top, she thought at it was, at least, and looked around. In every direction, fat sprawled out like the slopes of a mountain. She thought that if this is a person there must be a face or head somewhere, right? She looked around, again, and saw a small mound. She went over to it and inspected it. Turns out she was behind it, as she crawled around, her hands and knees sinking uncomfortably deep into the peachy skin of whatever this was, however, as she came around to the front of it, a small patch of blonde hair adorning the very top, she froze, and her stomach sank. Even through the chins and the flabby cheeks and the squished features, she still somehow recognized herself, and the idol sitting below her chins.
Katie's eyes shot open and she tensed and twitched for a few moments.
What happened?
Where was she?
"Oh, right..." what had transpired returned to her, the museum, the interrogation, and now: the cell she was laying in. She slowly sat up, her legs off the side of the bed and look at herself. Her work clothes were a bit wrinkly at this point, but what was she to do? She felt uneasy as she took herself in, her breasts which she knew were smaller yesterday. Her previously flat belly made a small roll at her waist as her thighs pulled her skirt tight across their breadth. The uncomfortable tightness of her clothes came back to her as her hands slowly reached for her small bits of flab on her body. Bits that most people wouldn't even register as fat, but Katie knew better. She didn't like that feeling herself felt so good, how soft she was sent serotonin coursing through her brain. A hand rubbed across her stomach and she felt it growl in response. She didn't want to be hungry. She wanted to go home. She wanted to... know what day it was. How long had she been out? A few minutes, a few hours, was it the next day? But that didn't matter, because now she was hungry. She could feel she hadn't eaten in a few hours, at least. And that just wouldn't do.
Katie almost jumped off the bed when the door opened, her hands swiftly moving to her sides as anxiousness rose within her. Melanie stepped into the cell, a pizza box balanced on one hand, the other closing the cell door behind her.
"Sleep well?" Melanie smiled, placing the pizza box on her lap as she sat next to Katie on the bed.
"N-no." Katie responded, trying to focus on the floor and not the smell of the pizza as it tried to seduce her.
"I guess that makes sense, pretty crazy day." Melanie drummed her fingers on the box
"Is it still the same day? I fell asleep and don't know what time it is." Katie lamented, her mouth watering as the salty and savory scent of pizza caressed her olfactory senses
"You were only out for an hour, wasn't that long." Mel replied cheerily. Katie sighed in relief, at least the rest of the day wasn't stolen from her. Then her stomach growled, "I can see you're feeling pretty hungry" the detective chuckled.
"N-no, it's fine, I'm not that hungry." Katie tried to play off as her stomach growled again.
"But I got you the pizza you asked for!" Melanie smiled and held up the box, the greasy aroma compelling Katie to feast.
"Okay, okay, I'll have a slice." Katie said reluctantly. Melanie opened the box for her, a wave of smells dancing into her mind, making her even hungrier. Katie picked up the first slice and eagerly bit the tip off, moaning lightly as she chewed. The mix of the pepperoni, bacon, ham, and sausage all fought against each other for dominance in her mouth. The arena of sauce, cheese, and bread and fitting back drop for their bought. Each bite brought more and more fervor to the conflict. The brawl went on, no taste able to overpower the others as the meats stayed in a steady deadlock in the ring. Pepperoni kept a dominance over the center ring, always a personal favorite of Katie, while Sausage liked to leap from the posts to try and tackle Ham and Bacon. Those two, however, fought in the corners, each bite encouraging them to try for the center. Katie would blush as they dedicated moves and small victories to her. Their strong and delicious bodies a constantly arousing show for her to drink in.
And She Was Mighty Thirsty
Katie snapped back to reality as her greasy fingernails scratched the empty cardboard. Her eyes snapped open and shot to the box. She felt the weight and pressure on her stomach, which hadn't even finished her first set of meals from an hour before during her interrogation. Melanie handed her some napkins, which she gladly took and wiped her hands and mouth clean.
"Only one slice?" Melanie teased.
"I-I only meant one slice..." Katie said dejectedly, her clean hands holding her firm stomach.
"Don't worry about it." Melanie remarked as she got up, moving to exit the cell, Katie looked up at her and:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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