I Love My Pizza
By
Portly Robust

I went in to buy a pizza the other day and their she stood. 5' 10" and blond. A cute face with pudgy cheeks. Thick upper arms. She was dressed in a loose fitting, sleeveless, V necked cotton dress with a flower print that was cut short, about half way up her large powerful thighs. Her calves were full and shapely. Her breasts were the biggest things I had ever seen, filling out the top of the dress and spilling out from the V cut in front and the sides of the dress where it was cut for her arms.

She had a wonderful smile and greeted me cheerfully asking what I'd have. I placed my order. She informed me that it would take about 45 minutes to prepare and cook. I told her that would be fine and went to a table and sat their waiting for her to cook the pizza. 

I noticed she had a large pizza, with the works, on the counter that had two pieces gone. I looked over in her direction, she had finished making my pizza and it was in the oven. I saw that she was eating a piece of pizza. It must have been her dinner time. I didn't give it much thought. I noticed her watching TV and munching on her pizza rather contently. Thirty minutes went by and she didn't seem to stop eating. As she finished one piece, she would take another and start on it. I continued to watch her out of the corner of my eye, trying not to be conspicuous. She just didn't stop eating. She watched the TV and continued to eat, only stopping to drink her soda or serve a customer. I stood up and walked over to the counter, asking her for a soda. She looked a little embarrast, wiped her mouth, swallowed what she had in her mouth, and retrieved the soda. I thanked her, and sat back down at the table watching her intently.

Just a short while later, I watched her pull two pizzas out of the oven. I stood up thinking one of the two were mine, but she informed me that my pizza wasn't quite ready. She said that it would be up in about 20 minutes. I told her that's OK and sat back down. I was now in a position to be able to watch TV and in a great view of her. She was standing just around the corner of the counter with her hand placed on the counter. Her healthy muscular upper arm flexing as she used it to prop her self up. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she eating again. It must have been the pizza she retrieved from the oven. I strained to see that the first large pizza was gone. Had she finished it? The way she was putting the food down I thought she was one of those people that has an eating disorder. She was watching the TV and eating the second large pizza piece by piece. She didn't stop chewing. As she finished one piece, she would pick up another one and scarf it down. 

Another customer came in to the store. A lady with a 3 year old. She ordered a medium pizza, with everything, a soda for her self and a glass of water for her child. When the blond went to the sink to get the water, her large thighs rested against the top edge of the sink. Her dress was stuck between her legs and the sink. I could see the shape of her middle as her dress drew tight over her belly. Her middle was quite full and bulged out over the edge of the sink. I then thought she might be pregnant. The other lady had placed her order to be delivered and the two left.

The blond behind the counter went back to eating her pizza and watching the TV. I had to make some time with her. She was turning me on with how she was eating. I had to find out how she could eat so much and not be as big as a truck. I went to the counter and started talking to her. I knew I bothered her, after all, she was eating. I told her I didn't see a ring and asked her if she was married. 

"No." OK, well, Did she have a boy friend? 

"Why are you interested in a date with me??" she asked. 

"Yes, I am as a mater of fact. You are very pretty and seem nice to talk to. You are also the size of woman I like to date." 

"What is wrong with my size???" she asked. 

"Nothing at all, as a mater of fact I am very attracted to you because of your size. You have the nicest legs I have seen in a long long time." 

"Oh, you like my legs??" 

"Yes, they are strong and full, just the way I like them." 

We continued to bolster each others egos for a while and into the conversation she started to eat the rest of her second pizza. Mine was ready now and we sat down to eat together. I ate half of my pizza and she finished the other half. This is when I asked her how she could eat so much. She told me the story of her life, that about 18 months ago she weighed less than 100 pounds and was scared she might die. Her dad owned this place and told her she'd have to work here if she wanted to come home to live. She was living in Hollywood and doing a lot of drugs and didn't eat much to be able to afford them. Well one thing led to another and a week later here she was. 

"I can eat all day here and it doesn't cost me anything. Dad doesn't mind. So I start eating when I come to work and don't really give it much thought. I am able to keep my tummy full, and I am a happy girl when it feels stuffed, stretched and fat. Their is one thing I like that is kinda,,,, well,,,, never mind." 

"What, I am interested!"

" Well,,, strange, I shouldn't say, I don't really know you that well yet." 

"Ok. I understand." 

"I have put on some weight since I came home. I must weigh 170 pounds or better by now, but you know, I could give a shit. I am the happiest I have ever been. And I don't really care what people think. I don't get any dates though." 

"What do you do at night then?" 

"At night, I am at home with my parents and have nothing to do. Dad has this big weight lifting set he lets me use. I will be on the leg machine, or the bench press machine, but I like the free weights the best. I walk around on my tip toes and curl the free weights. I am up to the 20 pounder's. For some reason I don't get sore. Dad said I would, but he told me to take it easy at first. When I come back to work the next day, I am absolutely famished. Some days all I eat is pasta, and some days all I eat is pizza, like today. I just seem to keep my tummy packed full all day. I feel really depressed when I am hungry, it makes me think about the old days when I did drugs. So I just don't let myself get hungry, and end up keeping myself stuffed all the time. I think I have replaced the drugs with the food. But you know the food is much better for me." 

"Why don't you tell me what it is that you think is strange?" 

"Well I think you are sincere and if you tell anyone I'll kill you!!!" 

"Ok.. I won't" 

"You know the soda dispensers?" 

"Yea." 

"Their is a set of them in the back also, for when we get busy. These are made with tubes hanging from the dispenser and a button you can push once to turn it on and push again to turn it off. It's for when we need to fill a lot of cups at one time for a delivery." 

"Ok, So,,," 

" Well I'm telling you it's kinda strange." 

"Will you let me be the judge of that? I have heard and seen some very strange things in my time." 

"Yea, OK. I like to go over to the orange soda one You know, and I get on my knees, look up at the dispensers take the tube in my mouth as I am looking straight up I turn it on. The soda starts flowing into my throat and I swallow the tube. The soda dispenser fills my stomach real full of soda in no time. Maybe a minute later I can't take anymore and I turn the dispenser off. Pull the tube from my throat and take a breath. My tummy gets as big as a house. After a while I don't feel full anymore and I do it again. Boy you want to talk about my tummy being big, the second time I do it is when it can get real big.. When I get up to do some work I can hear and feel the air in me and the soda is rolling around inside for a while. It's a funny feeling when the soda goes one way and I go the other. About an hour after I drink the soda I have to pee like mad." 

"That is a little strange. Are sure you swallow the tube or do you just swallow the soda down many times?" I asked this question because, If she could swallow the tube as its spurting soda into her gut then she should be able to swallow my big dick as well. 

"Oh it's the tube and I just swallow once. The soda is then flowing into my tummy with out me having to swallow. However I can't breath while the tube is in my throat because it is so big. But the soda can pack my tummy so full, and I let it do so until I start to hurt. My tummy gets real fat and tight and I love it." 

"Well no one is around and its about 7:45, what do you think about me watching you do it, if you like it so much.?" 

"You don't think I'm weird or anything?" 

"No, not really. I kinda like a woman with a paunchy belly. I like to rub them." 

"Oh neat. Come on." 

We locked up the joint and went into the back room. Their was the dispenser as she described it. 5 flavors. Coke, Diet Coke, Root-beer, 7-up, and orange. I asked her if she ever did the 7-up knowing that it had much more carbonation in it. She stated she had and that she didn't like the gas it gave her. She was going to do the Orange soda tonight. She put a towel on the floor and knelt upon it. Their she put the tube into her mouth and pushed the button. the soda flowed into the tube and into her mouth. She swallowed and the tube pulled into her mouth further. The soda was flowing onto her stomach rather quickly and I got behind her knelt down and put my arms around her middle. It was growing larger by the second. Just about the time I got down behind her she stopped the flow of soda and pulled the tube from her mouth saying,

"Shit I have had too much to eat to be doing this. The pizzas are in my tummy also. I have had too much. Oh Man, this one hurts."

I sat their with her rubbing her fat belly, getting a hard-on, as she was rubbing my thigh. Soon we were grabbing and rubbing each other all over. I shucked my cloths and she hers. Their she was in all her glory. A huge gal and me as hard as a rock. She bent down and swallowed my cock whole as I hoped she could. Sucking and stroking the full length of my stiffness. I shot a load extremely fast and it filled her mouth and throat with the stickiest gooiest wad of cumm ever. She could not swallow it fast enough and inhaled my cock again deeply into her throat. What a blow job. I reciprocated as she lay on her back with her big belly sticking up all full of food and soda. Her enormous titts spread out to her sides, full and sticking up a great distance from her chest. Her nipples hard as pebbles. I could not reach them but could reach her mammoth girth and did so with both hands as I ate her sweet pussy juices from her well flowing cunt. Biting her clit a time or two to keep her in perspective she grabbed me with both hands under my shoulders and lifted me with her powerful arms up on top of her and demanded,

"Fuck Me Now" 

She stuffed my dick into her tunnel and I rocked atop her gorged body till she dug her fingernails into my back and screamed so long and loudly I blew just then and the feelings from her became even more intense and she about squeezed the life out of me with her arms. God what a powerful body she had and I had it all to my self. 

Well, we became great friends and are having a great time playing with each others bodies. Her size does not change much except during the day while she is eating which is all the time anyway. What part of her body is it that changes, well it's her belly, which really expands to accommodate the huge amounts of food she shoves into it. I have seen her eat 14 large pizzas and 10 -32 ounce Cokes in a work day. When we are at her house alone together she can eat from 7:00 am till 10:00 PM and still fuck my brains out. However her belly is so big those nights she has to ride me on top. Her huge legs and massive belly and enormous tits for me to fondle as she squeezes the life out of my cock with her pussy. She still smokes and is trying to give it up but she ends up eating even more out of nervousness. She weighs in at about 180 in the morning and over 200 at night and it is all muscle. Let me tell you it's ALL muscle. Even her extraordinary pussy muscles. 

Have you ever been deep inside your girl friend and have her clamp down around your prick. This gal can almost cut my dick right off with her cunt muscles. She has the best control of her pussy. You know if she gets to be as big as a truck and can still pinch my prick like she does, I am never going to go any where else...................

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