You flop down into your downy mattress with an audible "omph," nursing your tightly packed gut. God, why did I eat so much food?" you think as you rub the hard flesh under your soft fur.
******
After dropping off your ice cream (and sampling a bowl beforehand), you figured it'd be the best use of the coupons to use them all for that day. And so, the first place you went to was the all-you-can-eat restaurant.
For a buffet, it was surprisingly good quality, and the restaurant had servers bring the food right to your table, so you didn't even have to get up, which was really nice. And so you dug in with gusto.
Your first course was a rib platter, with a side of potato salad and fries. The pork was juicy, falling off the bone, and the sauce was sinfully sweet and smokey. The salad was equally rich and decadent, and while the fries were nothing to write home about, they still were pretty good. You all but cooed with each succulent mouthful, and knew you'd have to come here again.
Your second course was their tuna fish tacos, and Mexi-fries, or tater-tots as most people would call them. This place really didn't skimp out on the portions, as the platter had four full sized tacos on it, and the heap of Mexi-fries was as tall as the meat part of the meal.
Before you'd even ordered your third course, you were starting to pant lightly from the tight feeling developing in your stomach. Still, there was no way you weren't sampling their ginger beef and fried rice platter, and at least some of their desserts. You were grateful you'd worn one of your longer shirts, as you'd undone your pants and loosened your belt, leaving your belly with room to expand without worrying about your pants hitting the floor.
The plate of fried rice was enormous, and you were definitely feeling your binge by that point, as it was a struggle to force it all down. You certainly gave your server a start after that, since you then ordered three desserts- a slice of peach cobbler, a slice of chocolate cake, and one of their house eclairs. This time, the cooing wasn't in your mind but audible, as you chewed and swallowed each delicious, sugary mouthful, your long tail curling in pleasure.
Finishing your first (enormous) meal of the day, you carefully got up. Your belly hurt, but it was a good hurt, and you gingerly made your way to the counter to pay. Your coupon proved to be well worth it, as your meal should have cost almost forty dollars, but only came out to $4.98, after tax. You were so pleased with the service, you left an extra-large tip at the table before making your way to your car.
******
You belched as you remembered, rubbing your poor, suffering tummy. Perhaps you'd have been fine if you'd stopped there, but you certainly didn't stop at that.
******
After you got home, you switched to your sweat pants, and took a well deserved nap. When you awoke again, it was nearly nine o'clock, and despite how much you'd eaten not three hours before, you thought you might be a mite peckish.
"Well," you thought, "I wanted to use all of today's coupons anyway. And besides, whatever I don't eat can be tomorrow's lunch."
And so, you'd called Leo's Pizza and ordered two large deep-dish pizzas. You checked yourself out in the mirror while you waited. Your belly still looked a little bloated from your earlier binge, but it was nowhere near as hard as it had been, for which you were rather grateful.
The doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of your food. Giving the cute fox dropping it off a generous tip (though if they noticed you, they certainly didn't show it), you put the boxes on your coffee table. Popping in your favourite movie and grabbing a coke from the fridge, you sat down for dinner and a movie.
Truthfully, you paid very little attention to the movie, instead focusing all your efforts on your pizza feast. Leo's Pizza was quite honestly the best pizza in town, but you seldom ate their due to the cost. But with the two larges for a medium deal, it was more then affordable, and you happily chowed down. Everything was perfect- the meat, the crust, the cheese, even the grease on top was simply excellent. You simply chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed, and chewed and swallowed, loving every tasty morsel.
At some point, the first box became noticeably empty, so you moved it aside and dug into the second one. When that one somehow also emptied, you felt you needed dessert. Willfully ignoring the pain in your gut, you slowly made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl and a spoon, you took the ice cream out of the freezer. You then promptly thought better of the bowl, and took the one gallon pail and the spoon with you to the living room.
Bite by bite, you scarfed down the ice cream one spoonful at a time, ignoring your tummy's pleas for mercy and your mounting brain freeze. Before you knew what you'd done, your spoon was scraping the bottom of the pail. Looking up, you saw that your movie was over and halfway through the credits, and like a thunderbolt, everything you'd just stuffed into your tiny, furry body hit you all at once with a mighty groan.
******
You let out another mighty belch as you finished reminiscing. As you continued to rub your drum-tight belly, you thought "Maybe a better question is how I ate that much food.
You were rather disappointed in yourself, and not just because you ate so much you nearly made yourself sick. Since you'd eaten all that pizza, you now had no leftovers for tomorrow. As you drifted off to sleep, you thought, I'll just check the coupon book tomorrow. There's probably something in it for Sunday, after all..."
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