A Bit Too Much Pizza

You had only really known Thunderlane for a couple of weeks, but your affection for him had grown exponentially in that short time. Though his tough exterior had seemed intimidating at first, it didn't take long to see his soft caring side. Of course, like anypony, he had flaws and was at times nearly unbearable, but in the end, he always came around. Though you both had some strong feelings for one another you weren't quite ready to profess your love yet.

Today felt like a special day. The kind of day you want to make memorable for no particular reason. Not very good at socializing, the best idea for spending time together you could think of was some takeout. Thunderlane never really ate much. Not one to pry, you mostly ignored it.

The whole way back to the cloud he called home, the delicious smell of pizza taunted you. Upon opening the door you were greeted by the smiling face of somepony who could only be considered a definately-just-friend.

"Hey! I noticed you were a bit down yesterday and I thought um- maybe some pizza would help? So uh, here. Pizza. For you- us. I mean us." You explained, with all the eloquence of a drunk dog on ice skates.

He ignored your awkward introduction, a mild blush forming on his cheeks. He played it cool, hoping you wouldn't notice. "Thanks, I'm pretty hungry actually. I haven't eaten in... what day is it?" He trailed off, counting on his fingers. "Well anyways, I appreciate it. But uh- isn't that a lot of pizza for the two of us?" He looked at the stack of boxes you're holding, almost intimidated.

"I guess I may have gone a tiny bit overboard." Three pizzas was a lot for two stallions, especially one that didn't really eat much. You walked further into the house and sat on the couch, placing the stack, as well as a liter of soda you'd brought down on the floor.

The pizza was delicious. You were starving, but not even close to the degree he was. The cheesy goodness made you nearly moan. As the first bite enters your stomach a wave of euphoria dances across your body. Glancing over, it seemed Thunderlane felt much the same. He's scarfing it down like there's no tomorrow, the entire slice was already gone.

For about fifteen minutes or so, the two of you ate pizza and chat. You were so distracted by his hypnotic eyes and melodic voice, in fact, you barely even noticed how much pizza the two of you consumed. An entire box was already devoured. The soda went just as fast, half it already having disappeared into your greedy stomachs.

Shifting your gaze a bit lower, you noticed his gut seemed to have grown a bit, just barely bulging from underneath his uniform. Not thinking much of it, you continued the conversation making a conscious effort to slow down a bit. You decided not to ask him if he was still hungry, assuming he'd notice when he was full.

Half an hour later, the two of you had been talking and laughing so much, you failed to notice he hadn't stopped eating. Only half a pizza remained of the three you'd brought. You had stopped yourself at eight slices, feeling pretty stuffed *GwwwwOoOoOoOrrrrlll...* It wasn't until a loud groan made its way from his stomach that you noticed just how much he'd eaten.

The bright blush on his face as well as the expression told you he hadn't noticed either. "Sorry, I guess I ate a bit more than I meant to. I *hic* got distracted." He glanced over at the empty and half-empty boxes, as he started to register how full he truly was. His stomach bulged noticeably from his now-tight uniform, and his face was a little pale from the nausea.

"Did I really eat all that? You must have had most of it." He said, eyes wide. He was still trying his best to remain his charismatic self and not show just how embarrassed he was. *GwUUUuUurRrgl...* Another low growl emanated from his abdomen, as if in response to his question.

"Nope, I only had one pizza. Are you okay? You aren't looking so great..." He really wasn't. In fact, he felt about as sick as he looked. The turmoil in his stomach was only amplified by his flustered emotions. He felt it churning and cramping, intense nausea fading in and out as acid splashed up his esophagus. All this made for a terrible combination.

"Ugh..." He groaned. "You know, now that you *hic* mention it... I'm not feeling too- UrrUuup!" He was abruptly cut off by a loud burp. His blush managed to deepen at the embarrassing outburst. "E-excuse me. I should have *hic* warned you, pizza really fucks with my system." You didn't want to admit it, but you found it quite cute- maybe even a bit... arousing to see him in such a state.

"Sorry Thunder, I guess maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. I didn't mean to make you sick." No matter how hot or adorable you found it, your empathy took control and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He truly did look pitiful.

"Fuck are you kidding me? Definitely worth it." Another loud gurgle from his stomach announced its disagreement. "Okay... *hic* mostly worth it." He said, his voice giving way to a weaker tone. He put his hoof to his aching stomach, trying to ease the pressure. You couldn't help but enjoy the uncontrollable hiccups he'd given himself.

Thunderlane could feel the pizza sloshing and churning in his stomach, mixing with the soda, the gas it created filling every last inch of empty space. It forced his stomach full past capacity, and his midsection swelled like a ballon. He'd never felt so full in his entire life. Breathing pressed his lungs into his aching stomach, forcing him to take shallow breaths. Despite his poker face, he couldn't help the sweat dripping down his forehead.

He smiled weakly, still doing his best to hide the pain. You found the tough act even more arousing. More loud gurgles came from his abdomen, screwing with his resolve. "*hic* Ugh... Bur-auuup..." He put one hoof on his chest and the other on his stomach, it pushed up a sickly burp. "

"Here, why don't you get comfortable?" You offered, helping him to lean back. Even the gentle shift was met with a loud protest from his angry stomach. He clutched his middle, nearly doubling over from the sudden spike of pain.

"Nnnf..." He tried to muffle his groan of discomfort but failed spectacularly. "Mmph... *Buu- urrRp* " He strained desperately to bring himself relief, but it was all stuck deep in his stomach. Despite his failure, he still felt the need to be polite. "Excuse me." He said weakly. You hovered your hand over his bloated belly- but you hesitated.

"May I?" You asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He merely nodded his head in agreement. You gently placed your hand on his belly, feeling it angrily burble beneath your touch. It churned and groaned, struggling to digest the mass amounts of pizza he ate. No doubt the soda definitely wasn't helping. The skin was pulled taught, he was so full you were honestly surprised he wasn't puking his guts out. It was kind of impressive.

Carefully, you moved your hoof in gentle circles, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Immediately his body relaxed and he sighed in comfort. "Please... keep doing that." He'd completely given up on hiding anything, his tone a mixture of relief and desperation.

You pulled off his uniform to more closely examine his predicament. He was so stuffed, his muscles were completely swallowed by his inflated gut. His belly button pushed out a bit and the tight curve of his swollen middle was strangely hypnotic. He wasn't exactly thin before, but now he looked quite large.

You explored every inch of his swollen belly, massaging the stiff spots gently and doing your best to ease his digestion. All the while his stomach angrily churned and gurgled at the large quantity of food in it. You came across a very tight spot in his stomach and gently pressed. He squirmed and groaned a bit. "Is this where it hurts the most?" You asked. He nodded emphatically.

Very gently and carefully, you pressed the stiff spot, massaging deeply until you felt it loosen. *BWWOoOoORBbbl...* A loud gurgle made its way up. "BWUUAAAARRRP!!" It was immediately followed by a very loud burp. He covered his mouth in embarrassment, face completely red. "Excuse me..." While the request wasn't necessary, it was still cute.

"I don't mind." You giggled a bit, and he smiled awkwardly. Another gurgle made its way up and he let it out once more, though a bit quieter this time. And then again... and again. It seemed you'd loosened something up and now he couldn't stop. You couldn't help but think about the immense relief you must have given him. You felt yourself throb at the thought.

You continued rubbing his less tight, but still quite overstuffed stomach. After a couple of minutes, he managed to stop, catching his breath and sighing in relief. By the look on his face, it was clear he desperately needed that. "Can I...listen?" You tried to come up with some excuse to make this seem less weird, but you had nothing. He made a confused face at first, considering a response.

"Sure?" It seemed like more of a question than an answer, but it was good enough for you. Pressing your ear to his big stomach, your face turned red as you heard absolutely everything. All the digestive noises, bubbles, and gurgles. You could even hear the stomach acid sloshing upwards.

"BurrruUuUuRRp!" He burped from the pressure, and you could hear the gas moving up like a can of seltzer. It made you feel even more heated. He didn't even bother with an excuse me this time. You lifted your head, failing to hide your blush, and scrambled for anything to say. You came up empty. You were sure there was no way in hell he hadn't caught onto your feelings.

You resumed rubbing his belly, switching between gentle circles and firm massaging motions. He slumped back a bit, the relief immediate and immense. You pressed into the sides with your hooves, working out all the tension. You could swear you heard him moan a little. You focused your attention on the belly button area, which brought a light blush to his face.

It took a while, but his stomach was starting to settle. The churning was less fierce and the growling less frequent. It still looked pretty bloated, but not nearly as bad as before. You could feel the worst of it moving deeper, where it was hopefully less painful.

"Feeling any better?"

"A lot better. Still very full though. Sorry for all of that, I usually have an iron stomach. That greasy pizza really did a number on me. I hope you can forget about it."

"Not a chance." You smirked, knowing he still wanted you to think he was cool. "I gotta be honest, that was kinda... hot." You blushed intensely, not sure why you said that.

"Oh?" His blush returned with a vengeance, and you also note that other than his stomach something else is beginning to bulge. The tension began to build, and you locked eyes for a few seconds. Your heart started to race and butterflies flooded your own stomach. Is this real? Was he actually reciprocating your feelings?

Throwing caution to the wind, you went for it. "Thunder... I think I love you." He grabbed you and pulled you in, and before you knew what was happening you were locked in a passionate kiss. His firm grasp around you, his warm breath on your face. You felt your heart beating so fast you thought might rip out of your chest. It was nothing like you ever expected it to be. Despite all the songs and movies about love, nothing could describe this moment frozen in time.

His warm muzzle pressed firm but gently against yours, and his tight embrace made you feel safe. Made you feel loved. The kiss began to evolve from lip to tongue, and you tasted the remnants of pizza in his mouth. You didn't even care how gross it was, lost in the moment as his hooves rubbed up and down your back sending waves of pleasure through you. You kept your hooves busy one doing the same, and the other keeping his head held firmly to yours.

After what felt like an eternity- but what couldn't have been more than 5-10 minutes, you pulled away. "You know, I've never kissed a stallion before." He admitted.

"You sure don't act like it." You laughed at his outgoingness. You were so glad he made the first move because you probably never would have had the guts. "You wanna... go further with this?" He smiled and nodded. "Tell me to stop if you don't like something." Consent and safeguards out of the way, you make your move.

In just one swift movement you had him pinned to the mattress, his still full stomach audibly protesting the action."You know, you seemed pretty weak back there. Pretty submissive even."

"That's what you think." He grinned wide, escaping your pin and reversing roles before you could process what he said. He grabbed your neck tightly while he looked into your eyes with an almost sinister grin. It wasn't so tight you couldn't breathe, but it was certainly tight. He let go and laid his body down on yours. You felt his heartbeat, his hot breath on your neck, and his full stomach pressed to yours as he ground his bulge against your own.

After an eternity of pleasure and enjoyment, you both finished and lay still in each other's grasp. Hearts pounding and vision blurry. "Was that... your first time?" You asked him, still trying to catch your breath.

"With a guy... yeah. Was I... that bad?"

"Honestly, I couldn't tell. You were... really good actually." You snuggled up to his chest, and as the lust faded, you were greeted by the warmth of love and care. For the first time in your life, you felt truly loved, like he wasn't just using you as his personal fleshlight. As somebody who wasn't afraid to show your love for people, you were used to being taken advantage of.

You put your ear to his stomach, the floof soft on your face. The still very much active gurgles relaxed you, and you suddenly noticed how sleepy you were. You closed your eyes and drifted off, certain that you wouldn't be alone when you woke up.