A flip on the class vore trope of eating the pizza delivery guy. Sometimes the delivery guy deserves a fun treat, too. And even if you don't like anaNAS, or pineapple on pizza, what about Nas on pizza?
“Here you go, bud,” Rafi said, walking into Nas’s apartment and dropping the pizzas on the counter. Nas was such a regular, Rafi felt comfortable walking right into his home to help bring him his deliveries.
“Wait, I haven’t given you a tip, yet,” Nas said, grabbing his crutch to get up and search for his wallet.
“It’s all good, man,” Rafi replied, lifting up his hands in a wry smile, allowing his shirt to lift up over his protruding belly. Nas stopped for a moment to glance at the belly peek, then shook himself out of it and continued for his wallet. Rafi went one, “For real, man, you can just spot me next time.”
“Maybe in the meantime, you can enjoy a pizza while I look for my wallet,” Nas said.
“I can’t eat your dinner, that’s all for you.” Rafi said, then jokingly smacked his gut. “I mean I definitely could, but you used your hard-earned gift cards for this. How do you have so many gift cards anyways?”
“Accidently ordered eighty gift cards when I meant to buy just three, once,” Nas said coyly. Rafi didn’t need to know that he saw him delivering and was so enamored by the man and his big belly, that he ordered a bunch of gift cards as an excuse just to see the big man. “It works out, since I save the leftovers for the week.”
“A whole week?” Rafi said, “At my house these pizzas wouldn’t last one evening.”
“Big family?” Nas asked.
“Big guy,” Rafi joked, “My record was eight large pizzas in one night. We have to throw out the unused food, and me and one of the cooks had an eating contest once.”
“Oh my!” Nas said, “That’s very impressive! So you tapped out at eight?”
“Could’ve eaten more to be honest.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Legally we have to throw out the rest of the food past closing,” Rafi said, “But sometimes the security cameras go blank, and if people in need come by and want some pizza, I'd rather they get some then I get to eat a ninth pizza.”
“That’s nice of you,” Nas said, “Maybe you can give them some of these gift cards.”
“Sure,” Rafi said.
“That’s so kind, man,” Rafi said, “But if you need them to get yourself dinner, that’s okay, too.”
“I’d rather help others get some food,” Nas said, “And hey, maybe I could help you get that ninth pizza!”
“Not sure I really need nine pizzas,” Rafi said with a laugh, jiggling his gut for Nas. Nas looked longing at Rafi’s belly. Rafi noticed the look and smirked and said, “Hey, I’ll bring you some free pizza, to say thanks for these giftcards. Whether you want to eat them, or help me stuff myself with them, that’s up to you.”
Nas looked up in surprise, “You want me to feed you?”
Rafi smirked, “Just trying to give the customer what he wants.”
Nas smiled, his body getting a rush of adrenaline, “Do you want some of this pizza?”
Rafi laughed, “I’ve gotta head back to pick up more deliveries, but I’m off at ten.”
Nas couldn’t focus, watching the clock nonstop for the rest of the night. Around ten, he put some pizza in the oven to reheat it, but when Nas didn’t return he felt silly. He was so lost in his thoughts he barely registered the first door knock.
“It’s open!” Nas called out. Rafi came in holding some extra large pizza boxes. Nas began to shake in excitement as Rafi placed down the pizzas and opened the boxes.
“I brought some of the extra we had tonight, and even made some special ones for you,” Rafi said. Nas looked at the assortment of slices in one box, then a full pizza of pineapple on pizza.
“Pineapple?” Nas asked, surprised. He wasn’t a fan of pineapple on pizza at all.
“If there’s anything you don’t like, I’d be more than happy to eat it for you,
Rafi replied, glancing at the pineapple pizza.
Nas smirked, “You like pineapple on pizza?”
“Ananas,” Rafi said, emphasizing the last syllable, “My favorite.”
“Then let’s get you some,” Nas said. Nas held out a piece of pineapple for him, and Rafi playfully let the cheese string between his grasp and his mouth for Nas to see. Nas glanced at Rafi’s big belly, rising and falling between breaths. “Are you comfortable?”
Rafi searched Nas’s guise, then took a deep breath, and picked up the pineapple pizza, rolling the entire pie into an inverted ball, so that the warm cheese and sauce was on the outside. He opened his mouth wide, and shoved the doughy, cheesy monstrosity into his maw and swallowed it whole. The lump in his throat pressed dangerously against his shirt collar and chest before relaxing into Rafi’s belly. Sauce and bits of pineapple dribbled down the front of his shirt.
“Oh!” Rafi said in a teasing voice, “My shirt’s a mess! And getting a bit tight.”
“I don’t have anything that would fit you,” Nas said, hopefully, “But maybe it’d be better not to have a shirt at all.”
“Wanna help?” Rafi asked. Nas gingerly put a hand against Rafi’s tight shirt, and helped pull it up over the gigantic belly. Nas felt his own chest shivering in excitement as he watched Rafi’s abdominal hair fall back into place once free of the friction of the shirt. Rafi’s belly moved and quivered with his touch. Rafi let off a great big exhale as Nas’s hand was close to the belly’s underside. Rafi’s belly stretched out and pinned Nas’s hand between it and his thigh. Rafi laughed and the motion of his belly freed Nas’s hand, though Nas was reluctant to let it go.
The oven timer went off, and Nas reached for his crutch to get up and grab the warming pizzas, but Rafi offered to go get them. Nas enjoyed watching Rafi walk away towards the oven, and saw his butt fill out his pants as he bent over. He gazed mesmerized as the big belly and pecs hung forwards down towards the oven. Rafi returned with the heated up pizzas and shook his head in a smile.
“What are we gonna do with all of this food?” Rafi said, holding the sides of his gut.
“I think I know a place we could put it all,” Nas said, reaching up and placing his hands next to Rafi’s on his gut. Rafi placed his hands over Nas’s and walked forward, so his belly was an inch from Nas’s face.
“You think so?” Rafi asked. “You like what you see?” Nas nodded, his eyes looking up at Rafi’s, then pressing his face into Rafi’s belly. He felt the wave of warmth, enjoying the fuzzy hair and the gurgling sounds of Rafi’s stomach accepting the giant ball of pineapple pizza. Rafi pulled back, and placed his belly on the counter like a belly shelf, bending down to eat more of the warm pizza from the oven, mixing it up with different flavors from the extra large box of assorted slices.
“What’s your favorite topping?” Rafi asked, between swallows. Nas forgot to respond, mesmerized by the belly jiggling before him.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nas said, “In my dreams, I’m the topping.”
“You’re the topping?” Rafi said with a laugh, “Nas on pizza sounds like a very special flavor.” Rafi bent down to rest his belly on Nas’s lap, careful not to step on his feet. Nas shivered as the hot belly pressed against him, pushing his back into the back of his chair.
“Maybe I like plain, then” Nas said, “Leaves room to the imagination, like a big pizza bed where anything could happen. What’s your favorite?”
“Pineapple is my favorite,” Rafi said. “I know my gut would enjoy a Nas pizza just as much as pizza con ananas, but could Nas handle being the topping?” Nas looked up longingly at Rafi once again, before pressing his face into Rafi’s gut again.
“I have a confession,” Nas said.
“Oh?” Rafi said, pulling back a bit.
“It wasn’t a mistake I have so many gift cards,” Nas replied, “I got them as an excuse to see you come deliver to me… and imagine what would happen if the pizza guy got hungry on his run and decided to… eat my pizza… or maybe me, too…”
“Your pizza guy is definitely hungry…” Rafi said. “I’ve only had a few pizzas so far… That’s a long way to nine.” Nas turned to the side and picked up a slice of pineapple pizza from the assorted slices, and held it up to Rafi with both hands. Rafi winked, and opened his mouth wide, engulfing the whole slice, and both of Nas’s hands into his mouth. Nas shivered and his mouth dropped with a sharp exhale of breath.
“I hope your favorite pizza topping changes after this,” Nas whimpered. Rafi’s eyes twinkled as he swallowed hard and lifted Rafi up onto his belly. Nas’s legs dangled in the air as Rafi straightened up, letting Nas bounce on his massive belly. Nas felt his hands, still clutching onto the piece of pizza, slide down Rafi’s esophagus. Rafi picked up more slices of pizza and pressed them between his cheeks and Nas’s skin, letting the cheese and sauce work like a lubricant to help Nas slide deeper into his digestive tract. Nas exhaled as Rafi’s lips closed over his vision, and his head passed by the clammy tongue and throat. More pizza made its way between Nas’s skin and Rafi’s mouth. Rafi gently guided Nas’s legs up into the air to let gravity help pull them down deeper into his mouth.
Nas felt a pull behind his belly button as he cradled himself into a ball on top of the pizza soup that he was entering into inside Rafi’s big belly. Rafi relaxed his throat and let Nas’s legs slide easily down, and Nas found himself entirely encased inside his favorite pizza delivery driver’s stomach. The belly quivered and lurched as Rafi fell into Nas’s chair. A burst of air came through the stomach sphincter as another ball of a full, warm pizza fell onto Nas. Rafi was still eating the pizza.
“Oh, yeah!” Rafi cried out, “Pineapple is great, but nothing beats Nas on pizza.”
“Glad to hear it,” Nas said, “Feeling about his new home, and feeling it delightfully jiggle with Rafi’s laughter.
“So I take it, you’re handling it well?” Rafi asked, all around Nas.
“I’m glad my giftcards paid off,” Nas said.
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I have a new headcanon for Siebold. Since he's a chef, he loves to taste test men and give them a rating. He takes off his prey's shoes because those never taste good.
And after swallowing him, Sycamore is now just a soup in progress, and like any chef, Siebold takes great care to perfect it.
aaand the final request is done! it was very fun, very lovely characters.
There are other 2 requests left that have more complex scenarios, and I hope to do them in the future with more dedication.
origamiaround
gamechangershow
titsay
stormborns
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
romaincrisis
