This story is a little different, no vore. I’ve just had this idea rattling in my head all week and I really need to write it down.
Also I’m still working on that neocities site to back all of this up. Work has been busy.
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Keith took a quick bite of pizza before sprinkling cheese onto a new one and popping it into the oven. He finished the slice off as he started to roll out more dough for the next pizza. Roll it out, sauce it, toss on the toppings, move to the next one. The oven dinged and he took the pizza out and set it into the warmer. His belly gave a soft groan and he leaned against the counter. No more orders coming in. He opened the box back up and took out another slice. If a customer didn’t pick up their pizza within an hour and a half, they were supposed to throw them away, but Keith couldn’t bring himself to throw away perfectly good pizzas.
As he was putting the last bite of the final piece into his mouth, Keith saw Trent, their Saturday driver, walk in from the back.
“My next trip ready yet?” he shouted to the front. Keith pulled the two he had just finished and boxed them up. He tried hard to keep his eyes on Trent’s face. Keith was almost certain Trent got his company polo two sizes too small on purpose, there was no way he would be able to fasten those buttons over his broad, handsome, muscular… Keith looked up and Trent was grinning a little funny at him, “you uh, got something on your face there.”
Keith turned bright red and pushed the pizzas forward, wiping sauce off the corner of his mouth with his other hand. Trent smiled at him and he felt like he was going to die right there. “I was, uh, they never. Never picked it up.”
Trent laughed a little, “hey, better than throwing them away.” His expression changed and he started, “hey uh, I was wondering, if you’re, you know, not working-”
The phone rang and Keith went straight to it. He took some details down on the pad and Trent checked the time. ‘I’ll be back later,’ he mouthed to Keith as he opened the door. Keith held up his thumb in acknowledgement and finished taking the order. Four pepperoni, 2 garlic sticks, and a two liter of sprite in 45 minutes. Barely enough time, but he could make it.
He worked as quickly as possible, rolling out dough and tossing cheese, his belly sticking out slightly from having just eaten an entire pizza. Covered in flour, he closed the oven door with everything inside. 20 minutes, just enough time to get them cooked and boxed. He opened up a medium that had been there almost 2 hours now and put a piece in his mouth. His stomach let out a quiet grumble as he swallowed the first bite. “Hush, I’m sure there will be more before we close.” He looked at the clock. Unlikely, this would probably be the last order of the night. He put another piece in his mouth and sighed.
Tossing the empty box to the side, he took the pizza and breadsticks out of the oven and boxed them up just in time for the phone to ring.
“Hey, is this the Rockford street location?”
“Yeah, did you want to place an order?”
“No, no, I just wanted to let you know some lady came in wanting pizzas. Mixed up the locations. We’re over an hour away and she’s not willing to drive out.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, just wanted to let you know. Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Keith hung up the phone and looked at the stack of food and soda. “Ah fuck, there’s no way I can do all that.” He took it all to the back, popped open a box of bread sticks, and bit off over half of it in a single bite. His stomach gave a hungry growl and he swallowed, giving it a pat. The breadsticks were soft and warm and fresh, and he dug in so fast he was surprised when his fingers hit the bottom of the box. He set the empty box to the side and replaced it with a pizza box, taking a fresh-from-the-oven slice out and nearly cramming the whole thing into his mouth at once.
The warm cheese coated his mouth and he let out a content sigh. It was so soft he practically swallowed it whole, quickly replacing it with another, and another. He picked up a fourth piece and walked up to the front to lock the door for the night. He finished the slice as he walked back into the kitchen and found Trent looking over the tower of boxes.
“What’s uh… all these for?” he asked.
“Oh, a custom-URPH-customer made a big order to the wrong store and isn’t gonna come get them.” Keith picked up another slice and started eating.
“You gonna try to eat all of that yourself?” Trent asked, looking at Keith’s belly that was starting to noticably push against his shirt.
Keith turned red. “I-uh. There’s no way I c- I mean I could eat a lot of it, but you know, I uh, I couldn’t even if I wanted to, not that I don’t want to I like to think I’m, uh… no.”
Trent gave him that smile again and leaned back against the wall. 'Don’t look, don’t-shit,’ Keith said to himself, trying desprately not to look at Trent’s pecs through the unbuttoned collar. “Gonna give up that easy?” Trent asked.
“W-what?”
“Nothin’. I just never doubted you could until you said you couldn’t.”
“Oh! Oh, yeah. Well, maybe. Usually I would spread out this many pizzas all night though.”
Trent’s eyes widened a little, “wait, you mean you’ve eaten this much in a night before?”
Keith could swear he saw Trent blush slightly. “Well, close to it, but it was from the start of my shift until the end so it’s a little different.”
“I.. could give it a shot?” Keith said, unsure about whether he could eat all that. Now he was sure Trent was blushing. He picked up another slice of pizza and bit off as much as he could, finishing it off fast. His fingers hit empty cardboard and he realized he must have been eating without realizing it while they were talking. He set the box with the empty box of breadsticks and when he turned around Trent had the box open and a piece in his hand.
“Here,” he said in a quiet tone Keith hadn’t heard before.
Keith reached forward with his mouth and caught a glimpse of Trent looking at him confused. “Oh, oh you meant you were handing me the.. I thought you meant… fuck I’m awkward.”
“N-no, it’s fine, here. I don’t mind.” His face was burning red as he put the slice to Keith’s lips, and so was Keith’s. He fed Keith the slice, and another, and another, and three more after that. Keith gave a little burp and rubbed his belly, “starting to feel tight in there.” He leaned against the table and his bloated belly was very visible.
“You should lean back more, why don’t you hop up on the table and lean on the wall?” Trent suggested.
“I’m 5'4” and absolutely stuffed with pizza right now, but otherwise I would.“
Trent pushed the slice of pizza in his hand as far into Keith’s mouth as he could, leaned down, and lifted Keith up. Keith’s face went right into his pecs and he swore he felt his heart stop. He set Keith on the table, his eyes wide and his face redder than the sauce on the pizza. Trent gave the pizza in his still mouth a little push and Keith absentmindedly swallowed the slice whole.
Keith ate the last few slices from that box leaning against the back wall, his belly gradually filling up in front of him. Trent opened the box of breadsticks and started pushing them into Keith’s mouth. Keith tried to lean forward, but leaned back when a warm finger pressed against his mouth accompanied by a gentle, "shhhhh, just lean back and eat.” Something about the tone of the voice compelled him and he did as he was told and opened up for more. He closed his eyes and focused his full attention to eating.
The warm bread, the savory tastes, the way it felt when he swallowed another bite, he hardly noticed when Trent switched from breadsticks back to pizza, and when he opened his eyes again he was licking sauce from Trent’s finger.
“Oh, fuck… did… did I eat all of it?” he groaned
“Not yet, you still have half a pizza left.”
“Fuck… I feel like I’m gonna explode…” he said as he rubbed his round belly. His shirt was riding up around his bellybutton as his stomach let out stressed, uncomfortable groans.
Trent moved his hand close to his belly but stopped just before touching. “D-do you want me to-” he started, but was interrupted by Keith arching his back forward so his belly made full contact with Trent’s palm. Keith closed his eyes and opened his mouth again.
The last few pieces went down easy while Trent massaged Keith’s round, solid belly. “All done,” Trent said in a soft voice as Keith’s eyes opened.
Keith looked up at Trent and froze when he realized he’s pushed his belly into Trent’s hand and Trent had started rubbing his belly. He opened his mouth to say something but only let out a low burp. Trent gave him that smile again.
“Maybe you should come home with me, you don’t look like you’re in a good state to try and drive home yourself,” Trent offered.
Keith swallowed hard. “I uh… I’d love to but, I don’t know, I don’t wanna… you know, mess up?”
“Mess up how?”
“Well, uh, I kinda, um. I’m not good with this stuff but-”
“You like me?”
Keith turned red, “Yeah.”
Trent sighed, “Keith you idiot, I’m asking you to come back to my place to fuck.”
Keith’s eyes widened, “oh.”
“So?”
Keith tried to push himself off the table, but his belly was stuck out like a beachball and he could barely move. “I would but.. I can har-URP-hardly move.”
Trent put his arms behind Keith’s back and under his legs and lifted him. “I’ve got you.”
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The drive to Trent’s house was short, and he spent the entire time with one hand tracing little circles on Keith’s belly. He carried Keith up the stairs to the apartment and got him up on his feet once they got inside, Keith’s work shirt riding way up his belly to nearly where his stomach ballooned out from under his ribs.
Trent put an arm around Keith’s shoulders and rubbed his belly with the free hand. He brushed his lips close to Keith’s and whispered, “can I kiss you?”
“You can do anything you want,” Keith said with a slight waver in his voice.
Trent’s hand rubbed the underside of Keith’s belly. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
His fingers slipped tightly beneath Keith’s skin and he grabbed Keith’s cock gently. “Maybe I don’t know what I want to do with you yet.” He leaned in close to Keith’s ear, “maybe I want to jerk you off while I feed you even more, maybe I want to fuck your brains out. Maybe I want to fuck your brains out while I see just how much that sexy little stomach can hold.”
Keith’s hand slid up Trent’s tight shirt as he leaned his head back. “Maybe I want you to use me however you see fit.”
Trent kissed him roughly, pushing his tounge past Keith’s lips. He scooped him up into his arms again and carried him to the bedroom. He set Keith on the bed and pulled off his own shirt while Keith stared. He bounced his pecs and winked at him, “I catch you staring all the time. You wanna touch?” Keith lifted himself up and grabbed Trents pec as he bounced it, while Trent reached down with both hands and rubbed his belly.
Keith slowly licked between Trent’s pecs, feeling the fuzzy hair run over his tongue. His left hand drifted to Trent’s bicep and his right gently rubbed his dick through his jeans. Trent flexed for him and thrust into Keith’s hand. Sucking on his nipple, Keith undid Trent’s pants with one hand and pulled his jeans until they dropped to his knees. He slid his hand into Trent’s boxers and gave his cock a gentle tug as Trent pulled Keith’s lips to one of his flexed biceps, which Keith gave a slow lick.
Trent gave Keith a gentle push backwards onto the bed and practically pounced onto his belly. He licked the sides of Keith’s belly slowly as he pulled Keith’s pants and boxer briefs off. He explored the tight, stretched spot of the underside of his belly with his mouth and slowly worked his way up to Keith’s bellybutton which had nearly been pushed flat. Trent kissed his belly when it gave loud groans and used both hands to massage the sides.
“Oh god, please…” Keith whispered.
“What do you want?” Trent asked.
“Fuck me.”
Trent pulled out the lube and a condom from the nightstand. After wrapping up he leaned in and kissed Keith deeply while he rubbed himself down with lube.
“Ready?”
“P..push in,” Keith said. A moment later he gripped Trent’s back as he felt Trent push inside of him. “F-fuck, fuck me.”
Trent pushed the rest of the way in slowly and then pulled back. He pushed in again slowly as Keith let out a soft moan. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Keith grinned up at him, “Trent you idiot, I came back to your place to fuck.”
Trent gave a hard thrust in response and Keith gripped his back while moaning and laughing at the same time. He started slow and built up as Keith held onto him tightly, his belly pressing into Trent. It didn’t take long for Keith to cum, and Trent followed just after. Trent collapsed next to Keith and kissed him gently on the lips. Keith slid his back to Trent, who put his hand on Keith’s belly and rubbed slowly.
Who wants to make a total pig out of me? Moan and grunt as I eat constantly on all fours, so easy to put me in my place to just grow and fatten up for your pleasure like the pig I am. Take full control of my growth.
Having a feeder sit behind me while I shift all my weight onto him as he jiggles my belly, feeling my belly expand and get heavier in his own hands as I eat.
Getting wider and wider. Had 2 breakfast sandwiches, loaded tacos, loaded fries, large shake, and a large coke for lunch at work. Just a normal meal for me at this point.
