BBW or BHM, Dining: ...In the 2nd Person
You sneeze. You gasp, trying to catch a breath as the next sneeze builds. The napkin in your hand is stained with pepperoni grease and pizza sauce. Yeck! But you cover your nose as best you can, and you sneeze into the pizza covered napkin, getting sauce on your face.
The sudden sneeze attack has left you dazed. You hear your friends laugh. You look at your best friend, Becky. She's pointing at her face to show you where you need to wipe your face. She does a thumbs up and smiles as you recover. Suddenly everyone yells and celebrates at the table. There's a football game on the TV. You don't remember who's playing, but you high 5 another friend next to you.
In front of you, your plate has a half eaten piece of pizza. Without a second thought, you grab the peace and shove it into your mouth. Its still warm, kinda hot. An incredible mix of toppings and cheese, you can't remember if the other bites were as good as this one. You devour the rest of the slice, and take a sip of your soda. Your friends cheer another successful play. Or did they just cheer you. Becky is smiling at you again. But Becky is always smiling.
You check the pizza boxes on the table and pull out a slice of supreme. Another box has a meat combo. You take a slice of that too. There are packets of parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes in the center, next to the pitcher of soda. You reach for the cheese just as Roger does. He stops and lets you grab one before he does. You smile, but Roger's attention is on Becky's cleavage. Pervert.
As you tear open the cheese packet, you look at your plate. Two more slices of pizza. Your brain receives a signal from tummy control. You might not have room for those. You feel your tummy. You start to remember how much pizza you've had. You scan your friends plates. There seems to be plenty of pizza for everyone. You take another sip of soda, as if to tell tummy control that more pizza is on its way. Hot yummy pizza!
You Sneeze. You Sneeze again. You reach forward to grab the table, but you grab counter-top instead. You're in the kitchen with Becky. She has just opened a bucket of vanilla ice cream in front of you. You have an ice cream scoop in your hand, and automatically you start scooping the cold creamy goodness onto plates of devils food cake. You remember that its a birthday party. One of your friends is another year older, and still single too.
Your full belly of pizza brushes the counter as you fight the ice cream scoop. Becky rubs your belly, giggles, and grabs two plates to serve to friends. Leaving you alone in the kitchen. That ice cream looks so delicious. You could sit down and eat it all, if you hadn't stuffed your face full of pizza. You finish scooping ice cream just as Becky returns to grab the rest of the plates, leaving the last one for you. Judging by the amount left, you give yourself an extra big scoop. Right next to what suddenly looks like the biggest piece of cake.
You quickly eat a couple bites of cake to make your portion look smaller. With your mouth full of cake, you wander back to the group. You hear their laughter. You are focused on getting a chair so you can eat your cake. In a moment, your plate is empty. But Ruth doesn't want her cake and pushes it onto your plate with her fork. You say thanks, and take a couple bites before tummy control tells you to stop it. But its just a little piece of cake. You finish it off anyway.
You sneeze.
You're back in the kitchen. Its dark outside. Its quiet. You have the bucket of ice cream in your hand, and a big spoon in the other. Most of the ice cream is gone. Gone into your belly it feels like. The yummy creamy goodness of vanilla ice cream is in your mouth, and down your throat. You wander out of the kitchen towards the TV. Becky is asleep on the couch. You sit next to her and have another spoonful of ice cream.
Bless You!
By Fuzzy
By Fuzzy
You sneeze. You gasp, trying to catch a breath as the next sneeze builds. The napkin in your hand is stained with pepperoni grease and pizza sauce. Yeck! But you cover your nose as best you can, and you sneeze into the pizza covered napkin, getting sauce on your face.
The sudden sneeze attack has left you dazed. You hear your friends laugh. You look at your best friend, Becky. She's pointing at her face to show you where you need to wipe your face. She does a thumbs up and smiles as you recover. Suddenly everyone yells and celebrates at the table. There's a football game on the TV. You don't remember who's playing, but you high 5 another friend next to you.
In front of you, your plate has a half eaten piece of pizza. Without a second thought, you grab the peace and shove it into your mouth. Its still warm, kinda hot. An incredible mix of toppings and cheese, you can't remember if the other bites were as good as this one. You devour the rest of the slice, and take a sip of your soda. Your friends cheer another successful play. Or did they just cheer you. Becky is smiling at you again. But Becky is always smiling.
You check the pizza boxes on the table and pull out a slice of supreme. Another box has a meat combo. You take a slice of that too. There are packets of parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes in the center, next to the pitcher of soda. You reach for the cheese just as Roger does. He stops and lets you grab one before he does. You smile, but Roger's attention is on Becky's cleavage. Pervert.
As you tear open the cheese packet, you look at your plate. Two more slices of pizza. Your brain receives a signal from tummy control. You might not have room for those. You feel your tummy. You start to remember how much pizza you've had. You scan your friends plates. There seems to be plenty of pizza for everyone. You take another sip of soda, as if to tell tummy control that more pizza is on its way. Hot yummy pizza!
You Sneeze. You Sneeze again. You reach forward to grab the table, but you grab counter-top instead. You're in the kitchen with Becky. She has just opened a bucket of vanilla ice cream in front of you. You have an ice cream scoop in your hand, and automatically you start scooping the cold creamy goodness onto plates of devils food cake. You remember that its a birthday party. One of your friends is another year older, and still single too.
Your full belly of pizza brushes the counter as you fight the ice cream scoop. Becky rubs your belly, giggles, and grabs two plates to serve to friends. Leaving you alone in the kitchen. That ice cream looks so delicious. You could sit down and eat it all, if you hadn't stuffed your face full of pizza. You finish scooping ice cream just as Becky returns to grab the rest of the plates, leaving the last one for you. Judging by the amount left, you give yourself an extra big scoop. Right next to what suddenly looks like the biggest piece of cake.
You quickly eat a couple bites of cake to make your portion look smaller. With your mouth full of cake, you wander back to the group. You hear their laughter. You are focused on getting a chair so you can eat your cake. In a moment, your plate is empty. But Ruth doesn't want her cake and pushes it onto your plate with her fork. You say thanks, and take a couple bites before tummy control tells you to stop it. But its just a little piece of cake. You finish it off anyway.
You sneeze.
You're back in the kitchen. Its dark outside. Its quiet. You have the bucket of ice cream in your hand, and a big spoon in the other. Most of the ice cream is gone. Gone into your belly it feels like. The yummy creamy goodness of vanilla ice cream is in your mouth, and down your throat. You wander out of the kitchen towards the TV. Becky is asleep on the couch. You sit next to her and have another spoonful of ice cream.
