J.D unlocked the door and went inside, slamming it behind him with a groan.
"Finally, I'm home." he thought, immediately reaching for his waistband and undoing his fly, before taking a deep breath and feeling his gut surge forward.
"Ahh..." he sighed, patting his belly, "That's much better."
"What is?"
Surprised, J.D let out a girlish squeal and fell to the floor. Calming down, he looked up to see a bemused Elliot staring at him from the couch, a magazine in her hands.
"What's much better?" she asked again.
"Oh, you know," J.D replied, standing up, "The floor. It's much better. Than other floors. It's, uh, sturdy."
Elliot snorted derisively and turned back to her magazine.
"So," J.D began, self-consciously pulling his shirt down over his stomach and his open pants, "So, uh, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Elliot didn't even look up from the article she was reading.
"You said you just wanted to hang out here tonight." she explained.
J.D was stuck. He had meant he wanted to hang out alone, but it wasn't like he could just kick her out.
"Cool." he said, finally. "I'll just, uh, go get changed."
"Mm-hm." Elliot murmured, as he made for his bedroom.
***
J.D threw his clothes into the laundry hamper and grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser, along with some trousers. He was just pulling on some fresh socks when he heard the door opening, and then closing a few seconds later.
"Who was that?" he asked, half-hoping Elliot might have left suddenly.
"Just the pizza guy!" Elliot replied.
J.D frowned. He had been planning on skipping dinner, maybe going for a jog. On the other hand, pizza sounded pretty good right now.
"Coming!" he called, hurrying out."
***
Elliot and J.D sat down in front of the T.V with their pizza. J.D had a beer from the fridge while Elliot was drinking diet soda. It was fairly large pizza, a little greasy, but with plenty of cheese, topped with ham and mushroom, J.D's favorite.
They found some Brady Bunch re-runs and ate in relative silence, laughing at the corny jokes. J.D carefully limited himself, only eating as much as Elliot ate, so he was disappointed when she stopped eating after two slices. He frowned and leaned back.
"It's probably for the best." he thought, glancing at his small potbelly.
A few minutes passed. "Are you finished?" Elliot asked, realizing he hadn't taken another slice.
"Uh, yeah." J.D replied, "I'm kinda full."
Elliot snorted, "Don't be such a wimp! I've seen you finish an entire pizza by yourself."
"But I..." he began, but Elliot interrupted.
"Come on." she said, handing him a slice, "Waste not, want not."
"I just..."
"Okay," she smiled, sensing his hesitance, "how about for every slice you eat... I'll remove an item of clothing?"
That caught his attention. He looked at her to see if she was serious. She smiled and nodded.
"You know," he said, as he held the slice, "I have already eaten two slices..."
Elliot grinned and, kicking off her shoes, reached down and pulled off, with great ceremony, her white cotton socks, revealing her dainty manicured toes.
"Your move big boy."
***
15 minutes later and J.D was just finishing his fourth slice. He had already gotten her to remove her sweater, leaving her in a tight white tank top and her blue jeans.
He popped the last piece of crust in his mouth and chewed, before swallowing and showing his empty mouth to Elliot.
"Aaah." he murmured, sticking out his tongue.
"Okay." Elliot said, standing up after a careful inspection, "Shirt or pants?"
"Shirt. No, pants!"
"Make up your mind!" she scolded.
"Shirt."
She pulled her top up over her head, revealing her perky breasts nestled in a lacy red bra. She shook her hair out and threw the garment across the room.
A thought occurred to J.D.
"Hey, is underwear one item, or..?"
"Just worry about finishing the next slice, cowboy."
J.D was a little worried. His appetite, after being a nuisance all day, seemed to have abandoned him, and now he was just adding pizza to the massive amount of food he'd already eaten.
He got halfway through the slice without much trouble, but when he hit a particularly large pocket of grease he thought he might throw up.
"Come on J.D." Elliot sighed seductively, fiddling with her belt, "These pants are so tight, I just want to take them off."
He was more concerned with his own pants. His stuffed stomach was pushing hard against his waistband, cutting into him painfully. Somehow, he managed to finish his slice without it popping off.
"Aaaah."
"Oops." Elliot said, pretending to be surprised as she undid her belt and her jeans slid down, revealing her toned legs and small bottom, with matching red panties. She stepped out of her jeans and picked up the last slice, handing it to J.D.
He groaned, burping to make some room, and tore into the pizza, deciding it would be easier if he did if fast. He crammed pretty much the entire thing into his mouth, grease dripping down his chin, until finally, with a belch, he was finished.
Elliot applauded him and, grabbing his arm, led her bloated boyfriend to the bedroom, for his 'prize'.
The next morning...
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