So much for eating a light dinner.
You came downstairs with every intention of eating just one slice, two tops. Said intentions were completely forgotten the instant you got a whiff of the pizza. An extra large meat lovers, with extra sauce?! How could you not dig in?!
The first slice went down in short order. For some reason, it tasted better than usual.
Come to think of it, your dinnertime hunger was a little...different, compared to other nights. This wasn't just you being a little hungrier than usual, either. It was like you had this urge, this need, to stuff yourself to the max and beyond. Like you were fueling a body bigger than your own.
Of course, none of this crossed your mind.
Instead, you were preoccupied with how the second slice tasted just as good, maybe even better. The sauce, the cheese, the toppings, the crust... Everything about it was just so delicious!
This naturally meant you had to have a third. Oh, and a fourth, too. And even a fifth while you're--
Grease-laden fingers met with empty pizza box. You froze for a second, then felt around the box. Nothing.
Overcome by a sudden bashfulness, you blushed and looked down at your plate. Nothing but crumbs and grease. Wow. You seriously ate half an extra large. Devoured it, even. No wonder an awkward silence had fallen on the table.
"Well," your mother said after a near eternity, causing you to look up, "at least we won't have to worry about leftovers."
"Yeah." Janet didn't even try to hide the biting tone in her voice. She smirked "Thanks to a certain someone. Way to take one for the team, John."
You dared to glance Briana's way and instantly regretted it. She gave you the kind of grin only an evil child could give, no doubt enjoying the resulting shame of your gluttonous display. Nasty little monster.
"To be fair, I had two slices myself..."
And of course, your mom did a poor job of keeping your sisters in line. Well, at least she was trying. Sort of.
"Still less than what John had," Janet replied.
Nobody said anything to that. Really, what could you say to such a bluntly stated fact? Satisfied she'd gotten the last word, Janet left for her room. Briana thanked your mother for dinner, sprinkling in just the right amount of sweetness, and followed suit.
That just left you and Mom. She turned to you and gave a sympathetic look. Despite how much she enabled your sisters, it was hard to stay too mad at her. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realize you were so hungry."
Wait, that's what she was worried about? Not Janet less-than-subtly mocking you? Typical.
"It's fine," you mumbled. "Caught me by surprise too."
You grunted and rubbed your forehead. That's odd, your head was feeling a little fuzzy all of a sudden.
"What's wrong, Johnny?" Mom asked. "Is it a headache?"
"No, I..." You shook your head. What was this feeling, actually? "I guess I'm just tired."
"Oh, dear. Did you not get enough sleep last night?"
Again, you shook your head. You stood up from your chair, only to nearly fall back into it. Everything below the waist felt so heavy all of a sudden. And were your pajama pants always this snug?
"Sweetie, you should lay down." Despite the strange sensations, you could still take some small solace in your mother's genuine concern.
You barely had a chance to mumble a "Yeah" before she guided you over to the living room couch. Somehow, it felt cushier than you remembered it being. Or part of it, anyway. New replacement cushions, maybe?
"Uh, Johnny?"
Mom gave you a questioning look. You couldn't imagine why, though.
"Yeah?'
"Are those my slippers?"
"...Huh?"
"And my socks?"
Slippers? Socks? What was she--
Oh, right.
"All my socks were dirty," you said, "so I ended up taking yours from the laundry."
"... And they fit?" Even through the mental fuzz, Mom's confusion was plain as day.
"Yeah. Then my feet got sore, and my slippers don't fit right anymore, so I borrowed yours."
It took a few seconds for her to respond. "Alright then..." She moved to walk away, but not before giving you a strange look.
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Had you been in a clearer state of mind, you would have noticed your mother was taking in your newly changed lower body. Thanks to your gorging, your hips,ass, and thighs now completely matched her proportions. The only difference was your legs still hadn't gotten any shorter (and you hadn't lost your "male pride"). Not yet.
Perhaps to compensate, your midsection joined in on the changes. Your new potbelly pooched outward, while your expanding waistline gained a small but noticeably feminine inward curve.
The question is: How will your mother respond to this development?
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