Lauren quickly forgot her indecency when she got the pizzas out on the counter. The steam wafting from them in two ephemeral columns bringing delicious, meaty, cheesy scent up with it was too much to bear. Forgoing plates, she began to shove the slices into her mouth.
The chubby blonde stuffed piece after piece of the delicious dish down her gullet, making it disappear at an alarming rate. Her stomach cried out for more, and more. Her diet all but forgotten in the name of satisfying her greedy gut. Four slices, five.
The girl was almost crying at how good the greasy pizza tasted to her famished taste buds. It was nearly orgasmic. She gasped for breath in between large bites of the pie. It was so delicious that she could not stop. Lauren finished the first pizza, and her already chubby stomach began to draw up her tanktop. Her sweat drenched body glistened in the moonlight, her ample breasts splayed away from her expanding stomach. The first pizza disposed of, the second now fell under Lauren's hungry eyes. She wasted no time in starting on the second pizza, stuffing it away like she had never seen food before.
All of my diet work down the drain, she thought, but she did not stop.
A pizza and a half fell to Lauren's stomach before she was finally satisfied. Her stomach pushed outwards two inches further than it had when she had begun. She breathed heavily, surveying the situation. Her siblings couldn't know. She had to dispose of the evidence. Lauren walked in to the garage and disposed of the pizza boxes there. Then she made her way upstairs and slid back under the covers, rubbing her stuffed belly. She felt great.
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The next day at school, she looked around cautiously for Brad. She wanted to make sure she avoided him if at all possible.
How Embarrassing! I can't believe I was so reckless! Lauren thought, feeling anxious. School was over and she had successfully avoided him all day.
She was headed straight for the door when suddenly...
"Hi Lauren!"
Lauren felt her blood run cold as she turned around slowly.
There was Brad. He was tall, thin, fairly good looking, with curly black hair.
"Oh h-hey Brad, I, uh, how are you?"
"I'm good, I'm good. Say, Lauren, would you want to... um... go on a date?"
Brad had a bit of a thing for women and food. Imagining Lauren devouring those pizzas with reckless abandon had provided him with plenty of fap fuel the previous evening. And so, he worked up the courage to ask her on a date.
Lauren was shocked. She was expecting ridicule, not a proposal.
"Er... sure!" Lauren smiled.
"Oh, that's good. I mean, great! I mean, thanks Lauren. I'll, um, I'll call you!" Brad was caught off guard as well. He had not expected her to say yes.
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For the rest of the day, Lauren had a spring in her step. Meg took notice of this.
"What are you so happy about, then?"
"For your information, missy, I have a date!"
Perfect, Meg thought.
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