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I don't mind an audience when I eat. It's actually kind of a turn on to know that, for whatever reason, they can't stop staring at me just as much as I can't stop eating. Whether they love it or hate it, I can't get enough of it.
That being said, I didn't partitucularly mind that my aunt was my audience of one for the night. Not that I was actually cognizant acknowledge that fact for longer than a few seconds before going back to stuffing my face. At first she tried making conversation with me, which I almost kinda reciprocated. But eventually as my mind grew hazy in gluttony and my answers grew shorter and shorter, Aunt Rhonda sort of got the picture and kept quiet.
I was a machine, having gone back and doubled my doubled order as soon as Marianne came back with the breadsticks, and ordered an extra two rounds of breadsticks. I was shoving half of the sizeable slices in my mouth at a time, chewing and gnashing noisily as I let out throaty, husky moans. I leaned into the table with my elbows, my fat tits and a thick roll of belly squashed between it and the rest of me.
"Mrp...more." I burbled at poor Marianne, who had been a real champ through all this, as she came back to refill my Coke. I know I must have looked like a greedy bitch, but I just couldn't help it!
Seriously, these pizzas. Oh my God these pizzas. They were huge. Looking back on it, I realized why my aunt's "usual" was only two slices, because a large pizza took up about half the table. The pepperoni slices were as big as coasters, and the crust was so sweet and flaky that I could have died right then and there. And my fat ass had ordered four of them.
I lifted one of my thick, doughy arms and lowered a piece into my mouth as a trickle of grease ran down from the cheese and into my mouth. I bit down sinfully over a full half of that slice as cheese and grease dripped down my throat. I pretty much shoveled it into my mouth, having officially finished my first Fat-Ass-Sized pizza and celebrating by deep throating some breadsticks drowned in marinara sauce. Aunt Rhonda watched me with some concern as I suddenly stopped. Probably sure that my little feast had ended.
I bunched my face up in a pout. I could feel the tightness of my already too-small shirt pressing uncomfortably into my gut. I wiped the grease onto it, freeing up my hands to reach underneath the hem and roll it up tube-top style beneath my tits. With a happy little fatty grunt, I fondled my gut contentedly with one hand while stuffing myself with the other, eventually returning to normal two-fisted eating practices soon enough...
Now I know this probably won't surprise you, but out of all four of those tires-called-pizzas (seriously, who besides me could even eat one of those?!) I managed to finish...
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