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Disclaimer:As per OF’s ToS all characters within this story are not directly related and are of 18+ years of age. Boyfriend to Blob, Chapter 3 The doorbell rings as you walk out of the bedroom, freshly dressed. Casually, you walk to the front door. The pandemic was awful, but contactless delivery—that’s the best! You open the door and reach down to pick up the massive extra-large pizza box, a large brown bag full of sides, and a 2-liter bottle of Coca-Cola. You carry your soon-to-be feast to the coffee table and set it down. As you stand upright, you absentmindedly tug your t-shirt back down. Totally oblivious to the fact that it had ridden up. "Babe, pizza's here!", you call out. You head to the kitchen to grab two red Solo cups, paper plates, and plastic cutlery. Your heart skips a beat at how little plasticware is left in the box; thankfully, you manage to find two forks. "Great success!", you think to yourself. Opening the cabinet, you see a single paper plate left. Fuck, you really must've been pigging out while she was gone. That's fine; you'll just give her the plate, and you'll use some paper towels. Reaching to grab a paper towel, you find only an empty roll. Fuck it, you'll just use some piece of a container from something you ordered; you're not picky. You mutter a silent prayer that there are still plastic cups as you open the other cabinet, and to your relief, there are three left. You pause for a moment and think, "Did I really almost drink my way through a whole family-sized pack of Solo cups while she was gone?". As you walk in, you see your girlfriend sitting on the couch. She's changed into something more comfortable: sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You chuckle to yourself as you think of what size that t-shirt must be to be oversized on your land whale of a girlfriend. Damn, she looks sexy with that messy bun and chubby double chin. As she looks up at you, you see a look of utter bewilderment. "Why did you order so much food? You don't expect me to stuff for you after traveling all day, do you?", she says with a tone of annoyance. "No, no way!", you quickly respond as you run your hand through your hair nervously. This isn't going as you anticipated. "I just wanted us to have a nice dinner. I thought you'd be hungry from traveling all day. Plus, this way we'll have leftovers to pick at; there's not much in the fridge.", you say sheepishly. "Oh, thank you; that's thoughtful. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just very tired, and I did not expect to come home to that kind of mess.", your girlfriend says quietly. "I'm sorry about that, truly, Babe, and I'm sorry for fucking up your return date. This place should've been spotless for your homecoming. I'm just thankful that I wasn't your ride home from the airport. If I'd fucked that up, I would've felt so bad,", you say in earnest. "Can I have a hug?", she asks quietly. "Of course you can.", you say as you move in to hug her. She's so soft and squishy. Her body feels so good pressed against yours. You've missed this. As much as you loved the freedom of being able to look freely, eat freely, play video games, watch porn, and jerk off, you missed this: her smell, the softness of her skin, and the warmth of her massively obese body. "I missed you, Babe,", you whisper into her hair. "I missed you too.", she says before moving to kiss you with her soft, supple lips. A few moments later, you break the kiss. "Let's eat, Babe; I'm starving! You must be too.", you say eagerly. Your girlfriend cocks an eyebrow in confusion and then agrees. You open up the massive pizza box, and then the containers of 20 hot wings, 8 mozzarella sticks, 12 fried stuffed raviolis, 2 large cream cheese-filled cannolis with the ends dipped in chocolate, and 20 fried dough balls with various sugar-loaded dipping sauces. You pour yourself and your girlfriend a large Solo cup filled nearly to the brim with Coca-Cola and hand it to her. She takes it and sets it on the coffee table in front of her. "This is so much food. Even on the nights we stuff, we don't order this much.", she says in awe. "You think? It doesn't seem like too much.", you say honestly. "You can't be serious.", she says as she turns towards you. She sees that you've already eaten most of a slice of pizza. You eat with one hand and reach for more with the other. She cocks an eyebrow but says nothing as she makes a plate for herself. By the time she has made a plate for herself, you've already eaten three pieces of pizza and moved on to the sides. You don't notice that she's watching you like a hawk as you shovel in the sides. "This is so good.", you moan contently. Suddenly, a massive belch erupts forth from deep within you and echoes throughout the room. Your girlfriend gives you a look of displeasure. "What happened to you while I was away? What is this?", she says as she gestures to you. "Clearly you didn't go to the gym while I was gone. You're too busy stuffing your greedy pig hole of a mouth to notice your t-shirt is riding up over your gut!", she says coldly. You look down to see that the new softness around your midsection is poking out the bottom of your t-shirt. You try to pull down the edge, but it just rides back up. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I've been a bit of a glutton while you were away. I guess eating like a total pig has increased my capacity. Don't worry, Babe, I'll lose it soon. I just need to get back to the gym. Let's pig out tonight and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow, okay?" you say with a slight sternness in your voice. "Fine.", she says dryly. "Oh, lighten up, Babe, you love food! Mangia!", you say with amusement. You move closer to her as you shove a fried ravioli into your mouth. "Wouldn’t you like a nice full belly for me to rub?", you ask her tenderly. "I can slowly rub your clit as you eat fried dough balls dipped in chocolate sauce. I'll even get the whipped cream for you if you like, Babe. I can pour it right into your mouth like you love it,", you say sensually. "Not tonight; I have a headache. I'm going to go into the bedroom and lay down.", she says matter-of-factly. "Oh, okay", you say defeatedly. "Why don't you put on a movie and enjoy pigging out on all this delicious food?", she says as she's walking away. "Whoa, your pig of a girlfriend never turns down food. She must really have one hell of a headache or still be super mad about this mess.", you think to yourself and sigh. "Oh well, why waste all this delicious food?", you think as you dig in. You fumble with the remote with greasy fingers and manage to put on some Marvel movie. Over the course of the next hour or so, you proceed to mindlessly eat your complex feelings about what just happened with your girlfriend. When you look down, you see your distended gut sticking out from the bottom of your rolled-up t-shirt and opened jeans. When did that happen? When did you mindlessly unzip your jeans to let your belly have more room? As you lazily rub your distended belly, a massive burp ushers forth, and then another. You feel some relief from the pressure in your overfed and overfilled stomach and reach forward to grab a cannoli. Moving makes you feel fuller than you did a moment ago. You feel the fullness of your gut as you lurch forward to grab the sugary, carb-loaded snack. As you slump back into the couch, you feel heavier than you ever have before. You feel your cock twitch in your pants. That's weird. You shrug and start devouring the fattening dessert. You moan as you bite into it. You devour it in seconds, despite being so full you can barely breathe. There's only one cannoli left. You could save it for your girlfriend, but an overwhelming desire to feed wells up inside of you, and you force your poor, calorie-packed body to lurch forward once more and snag the fattening treat. You're so full. You don't know why you're doing this, but some deep-seated, uncontrollable need drives you. You bite into the cannoli and moan around a mouthful; it's as good as the last and disappears just as fast. You lean back into the couch, completely glutted. Your belly is so distended that you look pregnant. You're consumed by a sudden urge to go look at yourself in the full-length bathroom mirror. It takes you a couple of tries to get your body to respond. All those calories are making your mind and movements slow. By the time you slowly shuffle into the bathroom, you're out of breath. Your body is struggling to take normal-sized breaths as your lungs are compressed by the sheer amount of food you stuffed into your poor stomach. As you look into the mirror, you're shocked by what you see. No longer does a fit, trim, and athletic twenty-something stand before you. You're so full; you truly do look pregnant. "What the fuck am I doing to myself? I really need to get back to the gym.", you think.