It's a lazy Saturday evening, you don't really feel like cooking and decide to order a pizza. When the doorbell rings, you get up from your couch and pick up your XXL pizza, ready to not leave a single slice for tomorrow. You open it and an amazing salty smell fills your living room. The pizza, just like you requested is covered with almost every topping the place had. You pick up the first slice, watching the cheese stretch. You're so hungry it disappears in three bites. Then another one. And another. You get up to grab yourself a can of soda, but it's a bit more difficult than before. You shrug it off, but at the back of your head you think "there's no way I'm already full". You slowly walk to the kitchen and on your way back you look in the mirror. "Has my ass really been that big already?" you think to yourself. You sit back down, put on a stupid comedy show and get back to your meal. One slice. And another one. You adjust the waistband of your sweatpants. Another slice. Your shirt is getting a bit too tight. "I couldn't have gotten that bloated from just half a pizza" you think to yourself. Once slice, and another one. You try to get up to grab yourself another drink, but you sit back down with a sigh. You struggle once again, this time putting even more effort in that one, simple task. The moment you get up you feel your belly pulling you down. You waddle to the mirror, swaying your hips and trying to balance the new weight. Your sweatpants are barely holding on, cutting into your soft curves. You gasp once you see your reflection. "Since when does my belly stick out that much?". You sink your fingers in your new fat rolls. Your belly isn't tight or bloated, it's squishy, soft and warm. And then you look up, and gasp again. Your once sharp jawline disappeared completely under your double chin and plump cheeks. You walk back to your living room and grab what's left of the pizza. You stand in front of the mirror while eating the last slices and watch how you grow with each bite. Your shirt riding up a bit more each minute, your waistband creaking, the seams on your tights breaking. When you lick your plumpy fingers, you're twice the size you were just an hour ago. You can barely walk, your muscles get tired after just a few steps. Once you're back on your seat in front of the TV, you're absolutely winded and maybe, just maybe, thinking about ordering another XXL pizza.
