You Are What you Eat
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"A whole pizza? All to myself?!"
I was surprised—and disappointed—to hear Tina admit she'd endured all of midterm week on fruit, vegetables, and water. Sure, eating healthy was great, but now that exams were over, the girl deserved a bit of indulgence. So I bought her a pizza. Her own pizza. When it arrived in its little green box, she was thrilled that all eight inches of cheese and sauce were for her and her alone. I batted her ceaseless 'thank you's away ( it was a pizza for crying out loud ) and left her to enjoy her meal in peace, encouraging her one last time to forget about her obsessive, brain-focused dieting for one night. She agreed. But by morning, Tina's lack of a diet had changed her completely.
"Mmm. Mmm. Om-nom. . . Oh! Goodmorning, hehe!"
Tina had dark rings around her eyes and a weary smile on her face. Heaped up around the kitchen were garbage bags overflowing with plastic wrappings and boxes. It looked like the aftermath of a college rager, the combined waste of 15 hungry college students. There was no party, though. Tiny Tina had simply taken my advice to heart and binged all the food in our shared apartment in a one night. She showed no sign of stopping, either. Tina noshed on pizza—must've ordered 10 more boxes during the night—and I watched it all go straight to her. . . tits? No way. Sure, she looked fuller all over but holy HELL!
"I never get to eat like this. And. . . Mmmh! Mmmh. It's so good. So yummy, hehe"
I watched as a slice of rolled up pizza disappeared behind her lips, creating a bulge the size of a fist as it traveled down her slender throat with absolutely no trouble. Her boobies leaped forward as a result, straining her bikini top—the only thing in the apartment that would still fit her—and causing flesh to bulge gratuitously on all three sides of the insufficient, floral triangle coverings. Tina's protective wall of titty flesh acted as a bib, too, painted like a canvas in spilled pizza sauce. Despite this, Tina showed no discomfort or inconvenience. She chewed and swallowed, bite after bite while her tits gained all the weight, turning into proper udders. Had the food been going to her stomach, Tina would have stopped hours ago. The small girl usually had a small appetite to match. But by some magic, the food seemed to cause her tits to accept the excess calories, meaning she could eat as much food as she wanted with no consequence. I worried for her, but somehow Tina made forty-pound beanbag boobs look. . . really good. I'd never seen someone enjoy pizza so much in my entire life, and part of me envied her ability to eat competitively, to enjoy it, and to end up curvy as a result. She was happy. No sense in being upset.
Though I still wondered where all that food went. . . until Tina answered my burning curiosity for me.
"Oh! D-Did you want breakfast?" Tina said, cheeks plump, full of cold pizza. "I kinda ate everything in the apartment. . . We could go out for something. What would you like? Donuts? Coffee?" She paused, smirking mischievously. "How 'bout some milk?
