“M-My clothes-”

        One month…it had been one month since Pizzahead stumbled into the fourth floor of the tower, unknowingly encountering some sort of strange eldritch horror that vaguely resembled his worst enemy, Peppino. The mimic had been very adamant about keeping the poor guy fed, and despite his consciousness telling him no, he kept coming back. 


        It wasn’t so bad, the food was good after all, it’s just that the mimic insisted each time that he finish at least an entire pizza before he leaves, and it was beginning to take a toll on the cheesy humanoid’s waistline. 


        A faint blush creeps across his cheeks as he buttons his shirt, the buttons near his chest fit just fine, but where he once had a flat middle a few weeks ago, he now had a sizable potbelly, one that rubbed uncomfortably against his shirt when buttoned, and left little slivers of yellow skin poking out in tiny diamonds between each button. Luckily, the overalls covered most of it, so he wasn’t completely indecent, but it was still very embarrassing, especially because those, too, were beginning to fight against his fat gut. 


        He really should get new clothes, or at least stop going over to Fake Peppino’s restaurant, but something about the mimic was very alluring to him, and- as much as he hates to admit it- Fake Peppino was right when they said he gave off the image of a better cook when he was bigger. Business seemed to be booming over the past few weeks, despite some of the looks the humanoid had gotten from some of his minions. He idly wonders if he should try to get bigger, ghosting a gloved hand over his middle before shutting his brain up, deciding that such a thought was silly. 


        “Maybe you could even get bigger than Peppino- that will surely chase him out of business!” 


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        Pizzahead walked down the stairs- he usually skipped gleefully, but he found that caused his tummy to jiggle with each bounce when he did so now, and he found that to be a bit much, always flushing like a bright red tomato whenever he did so. He sucks in his gut as he knocks shyly on the door of “Peppino Pizza 2” and takes a deep breath, only to see Fake Peppino open the door almost immediately with a large, uneven smile on its face. 


        “Helloooooo myyyy pizzaaaa pieeeeee~”


        Feppino almost immediately scoops Pizzahead up in their arms, gurgling happily and nuzzling their face against him. Fake Peppino was affectionate for as long as Pizzahead had known them, but it seemed the more they interacted, the more lovey the melty mimic became. Pizzahead didn’t mind- per se, but it made him wonder if the mimic was like this with everyone…or if…


        “Huuungry?”

        Oh right. Pizzahead nods shyly, arms pressed against his body in a raptor-like fashion as the mimic continues to hold him, though their face sours a bit as they look him over.


        “What’s wrong?” 


        “Stilllll soooo small……” 


        “Small!?” Pizzahead looks at Fake Peppino in shock and disbelief. “Look at this gut! It’s been growing almost as much as my business!” he exclaims, grabbing his sides for emphasis. 


        “Neeeedssss to be bigger….” Feppino states bluntly, gently tapping their fingers across Pizzahead’s body, causing him to shiver and squirm in place. He glares daggers as Fake Peppino places him down, one arm stretching as they grab a delicious veggie pizza from the back, placing it in front of him with a smile. 


        Pizzahead’s face turns red as he grabs the first slice; coated with savory peppers, earthy mushrooms, and perfectly crunchy onions. Fake Peppino barely had to feed him themself any more, though they still sometimes did for fun. Still, they were definitely coaxing a bit of greed out of him. If anything, he looked forward to his daily feeding sessions, they were a great way to unwind during his break time, no matter how embarrassing it was to lug his stuffed gut back to his office. 


        This time, however, he found himself taking very small bites, looking at Fake Peppino nervously as he ate. He was used to pigging out at this point, but something about today felt different. Very slowly, Pizzahead managed to finish the pizza, gobbling down the warm cheese and flavorful sauce, sighing as he sat back, patting his gut, satisfied.


        Except one pizza wasn’t enough to fill him this time, and Fake Peppino quickly caught on. There was barely any swell to Pizzahead’s girth and that simply wouldn’t do! Quickly, before Pizzahead could say his goodbyes, Fake Peppino darts to the kitchen, putting ingredients together with determination in its eyes, running back just in time to place a hot pepperoni pizza in front of their guest, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him back to his chair. 


        Before Pizzahead can say a word, the mimic grabs a slice, extra thick and doughy compared to the previous pizza, and dripping with flavorful grease. As the slice is pushed between Pizzahead’s teeth, he can taste the soft dough, it’s incredibly indulgent. A slight gasp escapes his lips as he finishes. 


        “I-I really don’t need any more-” the cheesy humanoid says, blush on full display, “I-I don’t need to get bigger, I’m big enough as it is-” 


        Yet despite this, the next few slices that disappear down his throat are his own doing. He scarfs the pieces down with fervor, moaning in delight as his chubby belly bloats out from the food inside, with plenty of room to grow. 


        “M-may I have some soda please?” he asks shyly as he finishes half of the second pizza, smacking his lips slightly. The mimic nods and coos in response, scampering over to the soda machine in the back to pour Pizzahead an extra large cup of the fizzy stuff. As soon as they return, however, Pizzahead grabs the cup with force, eyes wide as he sucks it dry, crushing the cup in his hand as soon as he finishes and throwing it to the side. 


        He quickly gets back to stuffing his face, shoveling slice after slice between his lips in a hungry frenzy, guzzling until two whole pizzas are packed away inside his greedy gut. 


And yet…


It could be three…


        No, no, no. What is he thinking!? Sure it’s fun now but he can’t even begin to imagine what it’ll do to his body if he keeps binging…sure Feppino’s pizzas are amazing but…


        Just then, the smell of fresh basil hits his nose, another fresh pizza placed directly in front of him. This time it's a margherita pizza, fresh mozzarella and tomatoes mixed together into pure delight. 


        “Greedy pizzaaaa pieeee….~” Fake Peppino smiles, rubbing over Pizzahead’s engorged abdomen. This causes Pizzahead to squirm even more, the mimic was really pushing his buttons now, intentionally or not. He slips the first slice into his mouth coyly, before it’s followed by the second, Feppino placing it between his lips with a loving gurgle. He wanted to squirm as Fake Peppino gave him another, but gave in, allowing the mimic to feed him the entire pizza without a fuss.


        Ping!


        Silence fills the air as Pizzahead swallows the last slice, the lightest tinging noise filling both his and the mimic’s ear as he looks down in horror. 


        “O-oh g-golly-” Pizzahead yelps, seeing that his poor overalls had finally had enough, gold buttons popping off, exposing his ill-fitting shirt underneath. He watches the runaway buttons roll on the floor out of the corner of his eyes silently, whining and whimpering. 


        What he doesn’t notice is how Fake Peppino practically barrels towards him at the sight, until they’re both face to face, causing him to jump when his eyes meet theirs. Their noodly arms worm their way towards the pizza man’s sides, squeezing hard, managing to send one of his shirt buttons flying as he yelps, gloved hands quickly scrambling to cover the small sliver of skin now exposed. 


        Flustered, Pizzahead watches as this doesn't phase Fake Peppino in the slightest. They bat at Pizzahead’s hands with a stern, demanding gurgle and right as he moves his arms, they stick a finger under the exposed bit of shirt, pulling until it’s completely unusable, buttons flying in all directions, exposing Pizzahead’s bare middle. He looks at Fake Peppino, flabbergasted, a goofy smile wavering on his face as it flushes crimson. 


        The air is so thick with tension, they both can feel it. Whatever it is: love, lust, or something else entirely sparkling between the two in uncomfortable silence. 


”U-uhm-”


        “Pizzzzaaa pieeeeee…”


        The mimic picks him up once more, with a slight grunt due to how heavy he feels. 


        “Ssstay? Pizza pie stay for the night?”


        “You haven’t given me much of a choice…” Pizzahead pouts, the last thing he wants to do is leave the slums totally indecent, lest someone get the wrong idea. 


        “But you wannaaaaaa~” the mimic teases, throat vibrating to produce wet purrs as they nuzzle and nip at Pizzahead’s neck. 


        “I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to stay…”