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*Ding Dong* rang out from the door. The pizza delivery man outside was struggling as he held 20 boxes of pizza & other desserts in his two arms, just for one apartment. Must be a pretty big party, he thought but there was no murmuring, music or light coming from the door. He sighed happily as he heard the shuffle & creaking of the door opening. He looked down to see a short bronze-toned woman, with brown eyes behind some thick glasses. Her clothes were all buttoned up & professional, but make-up went her cheeks like she had cried. She cant be that sad, he thought and as he saw a yummy home-made chocolate cake. He looked back at the woman in front of him, a woman who would need no use for all this food. The young lady blushed at the delivery man's peering and took the pizzas of him, relieving him of the burdening weight on his arms. She then squeaked out a small thank you and started to close the door behind her. The man managed to put his foot in the door and hands her a note of his number, before asking, "Do you mind if I ask your name?" "It's Sarana." She said, before awkwardly smiling, closing the door & pocketing the note. Sarana had layed out a large amount of food, from pizza to ice creams to chocolate. All for her to gorge on until her buttoned shirts bust. The thought had made all of her self doubts fall away, to be replaced with thoughts of rebellion & arousal. She was just fired from her job for questioning a major choice in the meeting, and the idea of ripping her work clothes apart by stuffing herself past their strength was a likened to standing against them (and got her horny). She stood in front of her mirror, studying herself before the stuffing session. Black messy hair, Brown deep eyes, tears stained make-up, an hourglass figure, a tight blue buttoned shirt & petite buttoned shorts. She sat herself up on the couch, with a game of the Sims on & food all around her, in arms reach. She quickly & sobbingly ate through a cheesy pizza slice, delecting in its every cheesy bite & pleasured by each bit packing her rumbling tummy. The next slice of pepperoni was gone in a few seconds, & the next & the next. The meaty goodness on her lips & on her tongue had only left her greasy mouth & fingers fiending for more. She found a pizza box of meatlovers pizza & decided to roll it up & eat it from one end to the other, a brilliant idea. As she did so, the crunchy saucy chomps from each big but quick bites were followed up by an exhilarated gulp & swallow. As she was deepthroating the last bit, her right hand was single handedly playing the Sims, grinding Simoleons. Sarana moaned heavily, shuddering as she felt the last bit of meatlovers slide down her throat & join the growing collective in her belly. The buttoned shirt was starting to tighten, chafing Sarana as she reached for the bottle of mountain dew on the other side of the couch. She unscrewed the top & swirled it vigorously before putting it too her mouth. The fizzy liquid thundered quickly down her throat, nearly a fourth of the bottle getting swigged down before Sarana was unable to keep going. The new found sloshing weight & gas made her stomach churn angrily, forcing a large bubble of gas out the mouth. Serana didn't even bother stopping the burp, letting out a *BWOURRRPP* so large it shook her entire body & room. Her eyes rolled up in glee & pleasure, enjoying her own unfiltered gluttony. Just before another burp was about to come up, the bloated girl quickly snatched the bottle & chugged it yet again. The remaining mountain dew was slowly drunk, a great gulp every second. With each gulp, her belly moved & quivered, yet restrained by the thin work shirt. The bottle fell onto the floor, empty, with a water balloon of a person burping & moaning on the couch. The shirt started to stretch slightly, the sound of the fabric slowly pulling apart. By the next pizza box, the soon to be butter ball was holding 3 slices stacked up on each other with ice cream between them. As the ice cream dripped down her arm and onto to her leg, she would lick it up & then take a bite of the ice cream pizza sandwich. The icy goodness & fresh hot cheese mixed well with one another, making a symphony of taste. She was so lost in its flavour, one of her sims characters burnt to death & her shirt finally started to unravel. A button struggled, holding the shirt together tightly. The button was then sent flying as the final straw was added on the camel's back, one last bite of the sandwich falling into the belly boiling pot. Sarana smiled triumphantly, ice cream all over her face & grease all over her fingers. She saw the chocolate cake she had cooked, a hands reach away. As Sarana stretched all of her arm, the top button burst off before bouncing on the floor. The plate of cake was then only pushed further away by the shock of Sarana from the loud sound of the button. As she struggled to lift herself up to get the cake, her very last button popped off & imbedded itself in the wall. Sarana's belly finally spilled out, on to her lap like a tight basket ball, still sloshing around & definitely not full. The gorged lass got her massive cake & rested it on her tummy, like a table. She was amazed by it, how it jiggled & gurgled with simply a poke & how it was larger than a woman's belly in the 3rd trimester. Now she saw the large chocolate cake she had laid on top of her belly, its sugary sweetness & cocoa smell making her drool. Not bothering for hands, she simply bent her head down & tried to bite down on a bit. But her massive tum restricted her movement, forcing Sarana to use her hands. She greedily ripped a handful of the cake, her hand covered in chocolate. The handful went straight to her mouth, chewed up & swallowed happily. She looks at her fingers & licks off the chocolate happily. In another 38 minutes, her sims family was dead whilst all that was left of the cake was small crumbs, & chocolate all over the pigging lady. Another hour, the last 7 pizza boxes were empty & Sarana's belly quivered & shook then ever before. She pushed her palms against it, feeling the churning, twisting, gurgling & turning of it, like a living machine. Then she pushes her hands harder into the human balloon, feeling as a whole bunch of gas is moved & escapes her belly as a hearty 3 second long burp. Sarana stares down happily at the belly, her eyes glazed over in hornyness & splendid pleasure. She reaches her hands under her belly & starts to lift it up slowly. The belly gurgles louder & louder as the belly gets higher & higher, & Sarana could feel the food churn at the bottom of her belly, pizza & chocolate cake mixed into an acidic slushy. Then as the heavy belly released more gas, she let the belly drop. As it dropped, she felt all the contents spill & splash within, a strange arousing feeling on the belly. Then it hit her thighs, before wobbling up & down like a water balloon hitting the ground. All that movement caused a massive **BWORRURRUUU4URPPPP4P** That reverberated across the entire room, & through the hotel. She heard as her neighbours & more stirred angrily or woke up in unison. As they nearly all went back to sleep, another big amount of gas started to come. She held her mouth shut, only letting the burp in little bits. After the gas had receded, Sarana started to feel the symptoms of no sleep in the middle of the night, but she decided to try & stave it off by reaching for some ice cream across the couch. As she drowsily reached for the tub, her arm went limp & Sarana was asleep, her massive belly hanging off the side of the bed; expanded & deflating with each snore & breath. Her once buttoned work shirt, laid ruined, like a open curtain only covering her breasts. Sarana hadn't realised it, but underneath her belly, her shorts had also ripped & unbuttoned. There she slept, nearly naked & heavier than a walrus. Sarana woke up with a startle, a loud alarm ringing. She reached for her phone, eyes half open as she turnt it off. I had the weirdest dream, getting that fat, imagine that, she thought. Might as well get ready for work, Sarana thunk, going into the bathroom. For some reason it took a while to get in, must be her arms getting in the way, she thought up tiredly. So as she brushed her teeth tiredly, she looked at her reflection to see a massive belly, squishing against the cabinet infront of her. The events of last night hit her like a truck, her losing her job & enjoying a night of hedonism & gluttony. The depression of her job loss still hung heavy over her until she remembered the note in her pocket. A phone number & a love heart. Her day was set. (Should I continue this character's story or go for more standalone stories? I think this was pretty good)