“Didjoo say som’bout food?”
“Sort of. I said it’s not good to drink on an empty stomach.”
Becca started to feel dizzy. She reached out for Charlie to steady herself.
“C’new…” She tried to sit up straighter, tried to get the words out right, but she had to confess to herself that she could not. That’s when Becca realized she was drunk.
“I dididit! I got drungk!”
“Butnow idon’-hic- feelsogud.”
“You just need some food.”
There were a few bowls of chips in the house, but nothing substantial. Besides, Becca was beyond casual conversation at this stage. It would probably be best to bow out before she embarrassed herself or got sick.
“Let’s get you some. You just stay here.”
Charlie squeezed his drunk girlfriends’ shoulder and ventured back inside. Someone had ordered six pizza’s, and the leftover slices had been consolidated into one box, the equivalent of a pizza and a half. Charlie grabbed it and made his way to the front door, ducking into the kitchen for a few beers on his way out.
“OMIGOD” gasped Becca when the pizza box was set in her lap. “Your… my hero!” The smokers had disbanded, and only Becca and Charlie remained on the porch. And the bong, of course.
Becca inhaled the first four slices without stopping. When she looked around for something to drink, Charlie handed her the beer, which she drained. This cycle repeated a few times until Becca had stuffed nine slices of pizza into herself, downing three more beers in the process.
Charie could only watch in awe. He didn’t know why, but this was driving him crazy with lust. He loved watching Becca satisfy herself without a thought, he loved watching her ENJOY herself like this. And, he had to admit, he loved how bloated and sluggish all the pizza and booze had made her. Her stylish tank was short enough to reveal a sliver of skin normally, but now it barely stretched over her distended belly. She was moaning, in pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. Becca’s reply was delayed by a hiccup and interrupted by a belch. “Mmm? I’m HIC mgood.” She absentmindedly patted her stuffed belly in satisfaction. “I wan’ more tho.”
More pizza or more booze?
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