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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (9/10/16). This story was won by 
TylerFurlong, who is having their tiger character Akari entering into a pizza eating competition in order to win a lifetime's supply of pizza from his favourite establishment. Does he succeed? Read on to find out.
Akari & Yami are © their players.
Word Count: 2010
A Lifetime of Pizza in a Day
“Oh sweetheart, we don’t have to go here for our date” someone remarked.
“But I know you love pizza, so why not~?” an elegant voice sang sweetly.
Dressed to go out was a burly white tiger with a barely form fitting button-up shirt and jeans, and hanging tenderly from his arm was a beautiful maiden with silver fox ears, and a mane of long hair and two fluffy tails to match her ears. The two puffs of fluff danced about with the tiger’s, the two intertwined as the young woman happily leaned into her beloved. “It’s nice that you want to eat here” the tiger smiled warmly.
“Well, I like this place too, and it’s a better atmosphere than a stuffy restaurant” the kitsune purred gently.
Entering the establishment, the typical loud sounds of children playing about on the indoor playground nearby were plenty prevalent, but weren’t enough to drown out the person at the front counter. “Table for two Yami and Akari?” they replied in a friendly manner.
“You know it” Akari winked as the two meandered towards a table.
“Actually,” the person whose nametag read “Chad” began, “you might be interested in this” he finished, pointing to a sign by the counter.
“Pizza eating contest?” Yami read with interest. “In a few minutes huh?”
“Yeah,” Chad nodded, “it was actually spooky timing. I thought Akari here was entering until you said you wanted a table for two. So I thought I’d point it out.”
“Huh, well, I dunno. I’m supposed to be focusing on a proper diet for the next few weeks” the tiger mused.
The kitsune eyed her husband carefully, a cautious eye to the thick mound of soft belly she had spent an onerous amount of time cultivating. “As your trainer my sweet, I think you can afford to engage in one pizza eating contest” she informed him. “Especially if it’s for,” she paused to read the sign, “a lifetime’s supply of free pizza.”
“You really think so?” Akari questioned.
“I know so” Yami nodded.
“Well alright then. It’s actually pretty exciting now that I think about it. Are there many people competing in this?” the tiger questioned with rising excitability.
“Couple guys, all of them heavy weights when it comes to food” Chad exposited.
“You can take them” Yami declared boldly.
“I’ll try my best, for you” Akari smiled as he kissed his wife on the lips.
“That’s beautiful” Chad smiled, before he realized something. “Oh, I’ll show you where the competition is happening, since it’s almost starting” he offered.
“Lead the way” Akari cheered.
Said way was outside. How the two even missed the bench and the audience was kinda beyond them, really. “How did we miss this?” Yami whispered to her husband.
“I think I was too busy looking at you” the tiger winked back.
“Oh stop it” the kitsune bashfully replied whilst lightly slapping her beloved’s firm arm.
“You should probably take a seat” Chad reminded Akari.
“Oh right” the tiger nodded, jogging over to an empty place on the bench.
“Good luck!” Yami cheered as she took a spot amongst the audience.
Heart beating with excitement, Akari looked down the table, taking note of the other competitors. All of them were far larger than he was, and he did sort-of doubt his ability to win this, especially considering the gent at the end who didn’t even have a lap. He was more like… like… a gut with knees. Yami was likewise observing the overly large gentleman, and a small trickle of blood ran out of her nostril. She absently dabbed it away as she wondered what Akari would be like at that size. “Alright everyone, welcome to this once-off pizza eating contest for a lifetime supply of free pizza from Rusty’s Pizza Place. It’s great to see some familiar faces. Well, the bits we can see from this angle anyways” Chad joked, apparently also being the competition’s MC.
The audience of course laughed along with his joke, as did the competitors. “Yeah, I’m fat” the gut with knees chuckled.
“Anywho, today’s pizzas consist of our specially made pepperoni pizza, or as it’s sometimes called, the Americano” Chad informed his audience in reference to the pizzas cooling by the portable oven. “A bit plain, but considering that this is technically free, and the winner will continue to eat free, so we can’t be spending too much” Chad continued a little too bluntly. “Ahem, anyways, our contestants here are familiar faces that you’ve all probably seen from time to time, and while I would like to introduce them, we’re now running late. So let’s do this thing!”
A small amount of awkward applause followed that little announcement, and quickly the waiters brought out several family-sized pizzas for each contestant. Akari gazed at it warily, noting that it was an awful lot of pizza, even if it was minus a lot of toppings. He and Yami usually shared the family size, and even then he sometimes felt stuffed after eating three-quarters of it. “CHIN UP AKARI!” Yami called from the stands.
The tiger smiled wearily, but confidence wasn’t exactly on the menu today. “GO!” Chad yelled, Akari’s inner thoughts having muted the countdown.
The tiger sat there in a daze as the others stuck into their giant pizzas, while he was blankly staring out into the audience. “EAT AKARI!” Yami shouted loudly.
“R-right!” the tiger responded as he face-planted into the pizza.
Yami winced from the heavy hit her husband took, and also from the pepperoni to the eye. Still, at least he made up for that by finally picking up his pass, although he was half a pizza behind everyone else. But he quickly made up for that, as the pizzas were damn delicious, which was expected of Rusty’s Pizza Joint. Bring your kids, bring your parents, bring people off the street if you must to enjoy a delicious family pizza, from Rusty’s…. I THOUGHT I SAID NO MORE FRACKING ADS! Jesus some people are damn leeches. In any case, the tiger was going at it two slices at a time. His mouth burning from the hot pepperoni, and he had to question who thought this was a good idea. Getting past that, the gut with knees was already done with his first, and also actually drinking water too. Seriously, water? Isn’t the dough filling enough? The feline couldn’t even fathom that as he crunched through two crusts simultaneously. “I’m really out of my league here” he realized as the fatfurs next to him were almost done, when he had only finished half of his own.
As much as he wanted to sub out, it only took one look from the silver fox to bring him back in. With dogged determination Akari stacked two slices on top of each other, eating four at a time with as much heart as he did before. And down they went, four slices and crust, an entire family pizza. “UUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!” he belched loudly.
His belly was so packed, so full. The poor bloated tiger rubbed at his oversized middle, his bloated white stripey mound that that his shirt was riding high enough upon to show off his tight bellybutton. He was pretty full already, considering he had eaten more than what he usually did. “COME ON AKARI!” Yami cheered again.
With a weak smile, the tiger was inspired to go on, grabbing more slices. Sauce and salami mashed across his face from haphazardly aiming for his mouth. That got a few laughs from the audience as the heaving tiger wiped away his tomato-based facial. Wiping it away, Akari went in to smash his pizza in a much cleaner way. Yami cheered like mad from the sidelines as the tiger started to get a bit more serious, every last bit of him. It was a sight for the audience to watch each contestant swell before their eyes. The silver fox had to stuff tissues up her nose to preserve what little blood she had left. It was such a divine sight to watch shirts ride up to reveal the thick bellies they tried (and failed) to contain. It was especially lovely to watch the white tiger’s buttons strain against his thick blob of a belly sitting in his lap. Thick tufts of white fur shone through his straining buttons until, with pizza stained fingers, he just undid them. “WHOOOOOO!!!” Yami called from the sidelines, a few wolf whistles following her enthusiastic cheers.
Akari grinned proudly, his saucy hands jostling about his tight belly for his wife. And then she fainted from blood loss as the tissues came loose from a geyser of blood, and if she were to die, she would die a happy woman for having witnessed that sight. But back to the action as the saucy feline managed to down his second family-sized pizza, his breath hot and heavy and stomach taut. “Oooooo” he groaned weakly, a hand curling around his enormousness.
His poor belly button itself was pulled taut by his bloatedness. It was like he had eaten a beach-ball filled with cement. Gosh his belly was so full, but then, something told him he had to, no, he needed to keep going. The others were already on their fourth, putting him one behind as-is. Grabbing the entire pizza, the tiger folded it over and ate it like a dang sandwich. Yami (who had recovered) cheered this act on with glee. “OMNOMNOM!” Akari snarfed loudly, belly jostling from the fuel adding to its fire.
Each decadent swallow grew the tiger’s already full belly larger and larger, growing round and packed from the extra pudge. Akari’s nomming grew interlaced with uncomfortable groans, curtesy of the tightness around his shoulders and pants. The seams of his jeans were suffering a test of their own as the tiger’s bulked threatened to split them, especially around the widening seat. Akari wasn’t even aware of his own plush white buns hanging over the waist of his pants as he downed the next pizza. “UUUURRRRRPPPPP!” he belched again from between his steaming cheeks. “UUUUUUUUURRRRRR! UUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!” he thundered loudly.
Oh god was he full now, he was actually wincing from how much his stomach was stretching, and from everything else he became aware of. As much as he wanted to quit, he just had to do one more, for Yami and himself. With every ounce of energy still left in him, the feline grabbed his next pizza and ate it like the last, his painfully swollen belly growling in protest. Rubbing it tenderly with one hand, Akari just shut his eyes as he kept going, his mind not even trying to imagine what was next. He just went, bite by bite, his stomach tightening and tightening, his skin feeling extra taut around his bloated globe of a gut. “Nom… nom… nom…” he grunted weakly, swallowing his fourth and final pizza.
Slumping back, the tiger admitted defeat with the ring of a bell. Getting out, there were a few emphatic “awwws” following his resignation. As much as he tried to get up, doing so upset his contents too much. Thankfully Yami was there to help her chubby hubby up, though at this point he was more of a tubby hubby. Helping him over to a spare table, the overfed tiger groaned loudly as he rubbed his hefty medicine ball-like gut, his fingers incapable of even pressing into his pizza-filled form. “You did amazing sweetheart” Yami smiled happily.
“But I didn’t UUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP win” Akari pointed out.
“But you did your best, and that’s all I could ever ask for” Yami smiled as she rubbed her big hubbies’ swollen belly. “Plus at least we sort of got a meal for free, so that’s a win for us.”
“Yeah, true” the tiger replied weakly. With what little strength he had, Akari managed to reach up enough to kiss Yami on the lips. “I love you~”
“I love you too my big pizza-filled tiger” the kitsune whispered back between smooches.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (9/10/16). This story was won by 
TylerFurlong, who is having their tiger character Akari entering into a pizza eating competition in order to win a lifetime's supply of pizza from his favourite establishment. Does he succeed? Read on to find out..:Rated general for:.
>Overeating
>Weight GainAkari & Yami are © their players.
Word Count: 2010
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.A Lifetime of Pizza in a Day
“Oh sweetheart, we don’t have to go here for our date” someone remarked.
“But I know you love pizza, so why not~?” an elegant voice sang sweetly.
Dressed to go out was a burly white tiger with a barely form fitting button-up shirt and jeans, and hanging tenderly from his arm was a beautiful maiden with silver fox ears, and a mane of long hair and two fluffy tails to match her ears. The two puffs of fluff danced about with the tiger’s, the two intertwined as the young woman happily leaned into her beloved. “It’s nice that you want to eat here” the tiger smiled warmly.
“Well, I like this place too, and it’s a better atmosphere than a stuffy restaurant” the kitsune purred gently.
Entering the establishment, the typical loud sounds of children playing about on the indoor playground nearby were plenty prevalent, but weren’t enough to drown out the person at the front counter. “Table for two Yami and Akari?” they replied in a friendly manner.
“You know it” Akari winked as the two meandered towards a table.
“Actually,” the person whose nametag read “Chad” began, “you might be interested in this” he finished, pointing to a sign by the counter.
“Pizza eating contest?” Yami read with interest. “In a few minutes huh?”
“Yeah,” Chad nodded, “it was actually spooky timing. I thought Akari here was entering until you said you wanted a table for two. So I thought I’d point it out.”
“Huh, well, I dunno. I’m supposed to be focusing on a proper diet for the next few weeks” the tiger mused.
The kitsune eyed her husband carefully, a cautious eye to the thick mound of soft belly she had spent an onerous amount of time cultivating. “As your trainer my sweet, I think you can afford to engage in one pizza eating contest” she informed him. “Especially if it’s for,” she paused to read the sign, “a lifetime’s supply of free pizza.”
“You really think so?” Akari questioned.
“I know so” Yami nodded.
“Well alright then. It’s actually pretty exciting now that I think about it. Are there many people competing in this?” the tiger questioned with rising excitability.
“Couple guys, all of them heavy weights when it comes to food” Chad exposited.
“You can take them” Yami declared boldly.
“I’ll try my best, for you” Akari smiled as he kissed his wife on the lips.
“That’s beautiful” Chad smiled, before he realized something. “Oh, I’ll show you where the competition is happening, since it’s almost starting” he offered.
“Lead the way” Akari cheered.
Said way was outside. How the two even missed the bench and the audience was kinda beyond them, really. “How did we miss this?” Yami whispered to her husband.
“I think I was too busy looking at you” the tiger winked back.
“Oh stop it” the kitsune bashfully replied whilst lightly slapping her beloved’s firm arm.
“You should probably take a seat” Chad reminded Akari.
“Oh right” the tiger nodded, jogging over to an empty place on the bench.
“Good luck!” Yami cheered as she took a spot amongst the audience.
Heart beating with excitement, Akari looked down the table, taking note of the other competitors. All of them were far larger than he was, and he did sort-of doubt his ability to win this, especially considering the gent at the end who didn’t even have a lap. He was more like… like… a gut with knees. Yami was likewise observing the overly large gentleman, and a small trickle of blood ran out of her nostril. She absently dabbed it away as she wondered what Akari would be like at that size. “Alright everyone, welcome to this once-off pizza eating contest for a lifetime supply of free pizza from Rusty’s Pizza Place. It’s great to see some familiar faces. Well, the bits we can see from this angle anyways” Chad joked, apparently also being the competition’s MC.
The audience of course laughed along with his joke, as did the competitors. “Yeah, I’m fat” the gut with knees chuckled.
“Anywho, today’s pizzas consist of our specially made pepperoni pizza, or as it’s sometimes called, the Americano” Chad informed his audience in reference to the pizzas cooling by the portable oven. “A bit plain, but considering that this is technically free, and the winner will continue to eat free, so we can’t be spending too much” Chad continued a little too bluntly. “Ahem, anyways, our contestants here are familiar faces that you’ve all probably seen from time to time, and while I would like to introduce them, we’re now running late. So let’s do this thing!”
A small amount of awkward applause followed that little announcement, and quickly the waiters brought out several family-sized pizzas for each contestant. Akari gazed at it warily, noting that it was an awful lot of pizza, even if it was minus a lot of toppings. He and Yami usually shared the family size, and even then he sometimes felt stuffed after eating three-quarters of it. “CHIN UP AKARI!” Yami called from the stands.
The tiger smiled wearily, but confidence wasn’t exactly on the menu today. “GO!” Chad yelled, Akari’s inner thoughts having muted the countdown.
The tiger sat there in a daze as the others stuck into their giant pizzas, while he was blankly staring out into the audience. “EAT AKARI!” Yami shouted loudly.
“R-right!” the tiger responded as he face-planted into the pizza.
Yami winced from the heavy hit her husband took, and also from the pepperoni to the eye. Still, at least he made up for that by finally picking up his pass, although he was half a pizza behind everyone else. But he quickly made up for that, as the pizzas were damn delicious, which was expected of Rusty’s Pizza Joint. Bring your kids, bring your parents, bring people off the street if you must to enjoy a delicious family pizza, from Rusty’s…. I THOUGHT I SAID NO MORE FRACKING ADS! Jesus some people are damn leeches. In any case, the tiger was going at it two slices at a time. His mouth burning from the hot pepperoni, and he had to question who thought this was a good idea. Getting past that, the gut with knees was already done with his first, and also actually drinking water too. Seriously, water? Isn’t the dough filling enough? The feline couldn’t even fathom that as he crunched through two crusts simultaneously. “I’m really out of my league here” he realized as the fatfurs next to him were almost done, when he had only finished half of his own.
As much as he wanted to sub out, it only took one look from the silver fox to bring him back in. With dogged determination Akari stacked two slices on top of each other, eating four at a time with as much heart as he did before. And down they went, four slices and crust, an entire family pizza. “UUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!” he belched loudly.
His belly was so packed, so full. The poor bloated tiger rubbed at his oversized middle, his bloated white stripey mound that that his shirt was riding high enough upon to show off his tight bellybutton. He was pretty full already, considering he had eaten more than what he usually did. “COME ON AKARI!” Yami cheered again.
With a weak smile, the tiger was inspired to go on, grabbing more slices. Sauce and salami mashed across his face from haphazardly aiming for his mouth. That got a few laughs from the audience as the heaving tiger wiped away his tomato-based facial. Wiping it away, Akari went in to smash his pizza in a much cleaner way. Yami cheered like mad from the sidelines as the tiger started to get a bit more serious, every last bit of him. It was a sight for the audience to watch each contestant swell before their eyes. The silver fox had to stuff tissues up her nose to preserve what little blood she had left. It was such a divine sight to watch shirts ride up to reveal the thick bellies they tried (and failed) to contain. It was especially lovely to watch the white tiger’s buttons strain against his thick blob of a belly sitting in his lap. Thick tufts of white fur shone through his straining buttons until, with pizza stained fingers, he just undid them. “WHOOOOOO!!!” Yami called from the sidelines, a few wolf whistles following her enthusiastic cheers.
Akari grinned proudly, his saucy hands jostling about his tight belly for his wife. And then she fainted from blood loss as the tissues came loose from a geyser of blood, and if she were to die, she would die a happy woman for having witnessed that sight. But back to the action as the saucy feline managed to down his second family-sized pizza, his breath hot and heavy and stomach taut. “Oooooo” he groaned weakly, a hand curling around his enormousness.
His poor belly button itself was pulled taut by his bloatedness. It was like he had eaten a beach-ball filled with cement. Gosh his belly was so full, but then, something told him he had to, no, he needed to keep going. The others were already on their fourth, putting him one behind as-is. Grabbing the entire pizza, the tiger folded it over and ate it like a dang sandwich. Yami (who had recovered) cheered this act on with glee. “OMNOMNOM!” Akari snarfed loudly, belly jostling from the fuel adding to its fire.
Each decadent swallow grew the tiger’s already full belly larger and larger, growing round and packed from the extra pudge. Akari’s nomming grew interlaced with uncomfortable groans, curtesy of the tightness around his shoulders and pants. The seams of his jeans were suffering a test of their own as the tiger’s bulked threatened to split them, especially around the widening seat. Akari wasn’t even aware of his own plush white buns hanging over the waist of his pants as he downed the next pizza. “UUUURRRRRPPPPP!” he belched again from between his steaming cheeks. “UUUUUUUUURRRRRR! UUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!” he thundered loudly.
Oh god was he full now, he was actually wincing from how much his stomach was stretching, and from everything else he became aware of. As much as he wanted to quit, he just had to do one more, for Yami and himself. With every ounce of energy still left in him, the feline grabbed his next pizza and ate it like the last, his painfully swollen belly growling in protest. Rubbing it tenderly with one hand, Akari just shut his eyes as he kept going, his mind not even trying to imagine what was next. He just went, bite by bite, his stomach tightening and tightening, his skin feeling extra taut around his bloated globe of a gut. “Nom… nom… nom…” he grunted weakly, swallowing his fourth and final pizza.
Slumping back, the tiger admitted defeat with the ring of a bell. Getting out, there were a few emphatic “awwws” following his resignation. As much as he tried to get up, doing so upset his contents too much. Thankfully Yami was there to help her chubby hubby up, though at this point he was more of a tubby hubby. Helping him over to a spare table, the overfed tiger groaned loudly as he rubbed his hefty medicine ball-like gut, his fingers incapable of even pressing into his pizza-filled form. “You did amazing sweetheart” Yami smiled happily.
“But I didn’t UUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP win” Akari pointed out.
“But you did your best, and that’s all I could ever ask for” Yami smiled as she rubbed her big hubbies’ swollen belly. “Plus at least we sort of got a meal for free, so that’s a win for us.”
“Yeah, true” the tiger replied weakly. With what little strength he had, Akari managed to reach up enough to kiss Yami on the lips. “I love you~”
“I love you too my big pizza-filled tiger” the kitsune whispered back between smooches.
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