A Strong Case of the Pizza Burps

I'm really humbled in this moment. I currently have filled all of my Custom Creation spots as of this month, which just totally blows me away. Thank you, each and everyone of you who supports me here, it makes what I do feel totally validated, and actually worth more than just words on a page. So thank you. And thanks to Luke, who is currently filling the final spot of the Custom Creations tier. 

His prompt was "A story revolving around belching/burping, especially from being stuffed and overfull. " Luke and I worked out some of the details since those types of details don't typically make it into my work, but the end product I think is something we are both proud of. So I hope you all enjoy it as well.

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The box warmed her finger tips. Nicole had just picked up her favorite pizza in the city, and was excited to get her night started. Carrying it back to her car, the smell of the dough and cheese teased her nostrils. Gently placing her prize in the front seat, she got behind the wheel and headed straight home. Nicole had been looking forward to this pizza all day.

After Nicole had graduated college and started life on her own there was a lot she had to learn. How to decorate her apartment, how to keep her work and personal life separate, and how to cook for herself. The last bit was the one she had been enjoying the most the past few years. Nicole had gained the traditional freshman 15, which didn’t help that she was already a little thick going into college. And then came the sophomore 15, and the junior 15, and finally the senior 15. Nicole graduated exactly 60 pounds heavier than she had arrived. So when she got her first apartment and was off the student meal plan, she pondered what her first meal was going to be.

That was when she decided to order pizza, a large one in fact. Nicole knew she wasn’t the smallest girl in her graduating class and that she had a penchant for indulging, but she liked to eat, big whoop. So that night she settled on a large pizza, figuring she could polish it off herself. She ate four of the eight slices. From that night on it was her goal to finish a large Gepetto’s pizza by herself. Every month she’d order one and try and finish the entire thing. Same order every time, hawaiian, ham and pineapple, with pepperoni and extra cheese.

Last month she was able to finish seven slices. The month before that, seven slices. Nicole had worked herself up to seven slices three months ago, and was so close to meeting her goal. She wanted tonight to be her night. Grabbing the warm pizza off her passenger side chair she bumped her door open with her plush hip. Bouncing up to her second floor apartment, her booty sashayed from side to side, packed in her black leggings. 

The 60 pounds she had gained in college had brought her to a nice round 200 at the time of her graduation. The pizza challenge was not the only thing challenging the band on her leggings these past few years. Having grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge, Nicole plopped down on her couch, pizza on the coffee table in front of her. Her belly oozed forward as it filled her lap. 80 pounds had joined her frame in the few years since she started her career. Sugar filled coffees, corner store pastries,  pasta dinners, late night fast food stops. Nicole had left her diet mostly unchecked, pushing her up to 280 pounds here in her mid 20’s. Her taste buds were more important to her than any number on a scale. She was well aware of her bigger physique, and had even started to feel prideful of her curves when she rationalized they weren’t going anywhere.

With the lid removed from the box, Nicole was ready to begin her adventure, and the first slice was always the best. Her stomach, as empty as it would be that night, craved that first slice, and sinfully enjoyed each greasy morsel. Her favorite cherry soda was at her side to wash down almost every bite. “Urp!” Nicole giggled as the small burp escaped her lips. She had stared as fast as lighting, the burp reminding her to slow down.

Going slow was not on the agenda though. The first slice disappeared, and before she knew it she was on to slice number two. Nicole rubbed her soft belly with her free hand, knowing it would soon be taut as more of those slices left the box and found their way between her lips. After two slices Nicole was ready to refill her drink, which she did from the bottle on the table, she was a lady after all and not some monster who drinks right from the bottle, at least not on pizza night…

Nicole was in her happy place, finishing the third slice of pizza, fully enjoying herself as her stomach filled and the sun dipped down. Nicole knew she loved a good meal, which is why she had continued her pizza challenge every month since her graduation. As her weight had entered the upper side of the 200’s she had come to terms with the numbers going up and not down. As she crested 280 recently she was almost enchanted with the small milestone. ‘How long would it before she topped 300?’ she thought.

While her mind day dreamed, her jaw was working overtime. Four slices and two glasses of soda gone, and she was entering the second stretch. “Urrrp!” Nicole let out a more serious sounding belch this time, relieving a little pressure. A few years ago this would have been her tipping point, but now she knew she could handle so much more. Flipping the box around, she had easy access to the other side of the remaining slices, and started on her 5th. Piece of cake at this point. She brought on the 6th, starting to feel the weight of over half a large pizza already in her belly. She filled her glass once more.

*Bite, sip, bite, sip* Nicole was doing everything she could to get these slices down. The sixth one was gone, but so was her soda, she only had a small amount left in the bottle. Determined, she started on her 7th slice. Pretty quickly her cup ran dry, and that was just unacceptable. With more soda just a few steps away in the fridge, she thought it was no problem to go get more. Only her formerly soft belly was any but at this point. Her rock hard stomach pinned her to the supple couch. Rocking back and forth to gain momentum, she nearly had lift off, when all of a sudden she felt a rumble. 

“URRRRPP!!” A monstrous burp erupted from her open mouth, and a wave of relief washed over her. She smiled as she felt the tension from her stomach release with that belch, this was finally going to be the night. With the pressure gone, she easily rose to her feet and fetched another bottle of soda. Returning with now a full glass of pop, her 7th slice vanished in a few more bites. On to that 8th and final slice. She topped her pint glass off, and dug in.

*Bite, sip, urp! Bite, sip, urp!* She chomped and glugged, burping whenever necessary to relieve the pressure and open up more room. It took some effort but the final bite of pizza was in her mouth. She finally let her entire body relax back into the couch as she chewed the last bite. No bite all night felt like such a herculean effort as this, but it was the last one, she was crossing the finish line. 

Her stomach, no longer pooling in her lap, stuck out in front of her, hard as a rock, making her look 9 months pregnant. She knew better though, that was the proof of her victory. “Urp!” she giggled once more as her hands rested on her distended belly. “I guess that means there’s still room!”