My roommate recanted a real-life experience to me, and it inspired this. He wishes it could have turned out this way.
Sam's Revenge
(c) 2004 Nikolas K. Vulper
Sam had realized he hadn't been going home enough since he had moved out. He loved where he was living and was glad to be close to his friends, but he knew his parents really missed him. This weekend was going to be all for his parents, and to a lesser degree his little sister.
He loved his sis of course, it's an obligation as a big brother. He just took issue with her choice of friends. Unfortunately the worst of them was staying the weekend. Looking at the upside, he figured they'd stick together and he'd have more time with his parents. Unfortunately optimism wasn't on his side this weekend.
"Hey Mom, Dad, Kelly... Lauren."
"Oh it's you..." said Lauren, his sister's snooty chihuahua friend.
Sam looked at his parents frustratedly, but they just kind shrugged. Lauren was Kelly's only real friend, so they put up with her.
"See you've put on some weight since you left." Lauren scoffed and ran off to play with Kelly. It was true, he had put on a few pounds, like most kids do when they're way from home. Still he was of a pretty average stature, about 6 ft and 200 pounds, slight pot-belly on his siamese cat frame.
"Sorry son, how have things been going out east?"
"They're alright dad, got a job, so I've been getting my finances in order."
"Good good... anywhere you wanna go for dinner tonight?"
Sam pondered for a little while, then grinned, "I've had a hard time getting good Italian food, I could really go for Papa Vino's." He laughed to himself, he knew Lauren hated Italian food, so maybe this choice would make her go home. His hope was shattered when his mom spoke.
"Well now you know how Lauren doesn't like Italian, is there anywhere else you'd like to go?"
"Mom, seriously, you're expecting me to take a back seat to Kelly's brat friend?"
"Honey, he has a point. Lauren and Kelly can just deal with Sam's choice." His Dad was happy to speak up for him, he couldn't stand the little heathen. "When do you want to go son?"
"Now's good, I skipped lunch because of the drive."
His dad wandered off to get Kelly and Lauren, leaving him alone with his mom for a while.
"Try to be nice son, she's gonna be here all weekend because her parents are out of town, so unfortunately we can't send her home if there's a problem."
"I'll try mom, but I can't make any promises."
Lauren quickly ran into the kitchen and poked Sam in the belly. As his anger seethed, she joked, "What, fatty wants Italian for the free bread?"
Pausing, Sam decided to be humorous and looked down at her, shaking his belly, "Yep, nothing like Italian to make a fat cat!" His wit actually shut her up to his relief, and they loaded up into the minivan to head to the restaurant. They took the back seat and he was thankful they took the van so he didn't have to sit with them.
They were sat quickly, and Sam grabbed the basket of bread once they sat down, buttering a piece before even opening the menu. He loved the look that Lauren gave him, and decided to stuff the whole piece in his mouth, chewing slowly with his cheeks bulging to make her squirm. She was a waif of a girl, following the fashion show beauty model. She had even forced Kelly into a bit of an eating disorder for a while, so Sam was very glad to mess with her like this.
Going around the table, Lauren ordered a salad, and Kelly did the same. Her Mom made her get it with chicken. When Sam's turn came to order, he bridged his paws, cracked his knuckles and smiled widely.
"I'll take a cup of Minestrone, Caesar Salad, and the chicken parmesan." He looked over at Lauren and licked his lips, seeing her mouth glutton. In response, he decided to apend his order, "Actually, make that a bowl of soup, the chicken Caesar, and the robusto chicken parmesan. And a glass of sangria."
This time Lauren actually spoke up, "Lush!"
Sam turned right to her and looked at her sternly, "I'm of age, shut it."
"The bible says you shouldn't over-indulge yourself."
"The bible has a lot more bad to say about the makeup you're wearing than food and alcohol."
His dad cut off any reply by placing his order, and after his mom ordered, she cut off any future arguing.
Since Sam couldn't talk about it any more, he decided to let his actions speak for him. He ate most of the bread from the basket, and made sure the waitress kept bringing more. When the soup and salads were brought out, he tore through the salad and mopped up every last drop of his soup with more bread. He even finished off his mom & dad's salads when they were done.
Kelly kept Lauren quiet because she didn't want to be grounded. This allowed Sam to really shine when dinner was served. He cut the four chicken breasts into large chunks, noisily devouring half a breast at a time. While chewing on the meat, he spooled up big wads of pasta onto his fork, following the meat with enough vermicelli to make a mob boss jealous. Once he had crammed that all down, he wiped down the plate with yet more bread, cleaning up all of the sauce and leaving the plate to look like it had just come out of the dishwasher.
Now Papa Vino's was known for their huge portions, even on the regular sized dishes. Looking over from his clean plate, he saw that his dad still had half of a porterhouse and his mom had barely put a dent in her shrimp scampi. Lauren & Kelly had finished their dinner salads.
"You guys gonna finish that?"
His parents were quite shocked, but since they were both done, they slid their plates in front of Sam. He took to the pasta first, filling his fork with shrimp and then spooling it up with pasta while he ate the seafood. He alternated for a while, glancing over to Lauren's chair to see that she had excused herself, probably to purge her salad.
She got back just in time to see Sam gnawing at the bone from the steak, with a stack of three sparkling clean plates in front of him. He belched lightly and finished off his third sangria, then patted at his belly.
"Mmmm, I love this place."
"If you love it so much, why don't you eat it? Oh wait, you already did." said Lauren, trying to rile Sam back up.
"Oh now Lauren, I haven't even had dessert yet." Sam chuckled as the waitress came by.
"Anyone save room for dessert today?"
"I always have such a hard time choosing, your desserts are all so good."
"Well which can I interest you in this evening sir?"
"I'll have the Tiramisu. Wait... no... the cheesecake. Actually... just the chocolate cake."
"Are you sure?"
"Nahhhh... better make it all three."
"Now Sam," his mom chimed in, "that's a bit extravagant."
"I'll pay for it all myself mom," he stated while looking over at Lauren, "I wasn't expecting to mooch off of you like some people."
The waitress shook her head and headed back off, soon returning with all three desserts. Lauren actually reached for one of the forks before Sam pushed her hand away, "Get your own, these are mine."
He tasted each one first, taking a sample as he couldn't decide which to eat first. After sampling it last, he decided to eat the cheesecake. It only took a few forkfuls for him to clear the plate off. Next he took to the cake, eating a little more carefully as to not get the fudge in his white fur. With the tiramisu, he had saved the best for last. It was definitely his favorite dessert, but unfortunately it didn't get a chance to last very long as he inhaled the sweet treat. He was licking the plate clean as the waitress came by.
"Are you guys ready for the check?"
His dad nodded, but Sam chimed in, "Can I get another tiramisu to go?"
The waitress came back with the check and the other tiramisu, and Sam handed his Mom a fifty.
"Son, you ate everything you ordered, you don't need to pay."
"I insist Mom, I'm working, I can afford it."
She smiled, currently split on emotions for her son who was being very adult in wanting to pay for himself, but rather childish to be harassing Lauren. The family drove back home, the girls going off to Kelly's bedroom, and Sam was left to lounge in his father's den. He changed into his robe, getting comfortable and watching TV for a while.
Sam rubbed over his belly slowly, musing over how much he had stuffed down this evening. He was starting to enjoy fattening up, the freedom of living on his own allowed him that extravagance. His belly gurgled audibly and he laid back to take a little nap. He awoke a few hours later, his tummy rumbling again.
"Ready for more so soon?" he asked his stomach, chuckling. Walking into the kitchen, he licked his lips in anticipation of that second piece of tiramisu. He was shocked to see the light on in the kitchen, and horrified when he saw who was sitting at the kitchen counter.
"Oh Sam, you were right, that tiramisu was good." Lauren chuckled, Sam's empty take-out container sitting in front of her. "Almost good enough to keep down."
Sam was boiling with rage, and he leapt forwards, grabbing Lauren by the wrist. "You little bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?" She didn't get a chance to reply as he noticed her inhaling sharply, he was able to wrap his paw around her muzzle before she could scream. The last thing he needed to do was wake up his parents.
"That was mine... you had no right to it. You vindictive little piece of..." Sam trailed off as she kicked at his legs, grumbling at the pain. Now his legs hurt along with his belly being empty. He tightened his grip around her muzzle and lifted her up off the ground a bit, holding her out of kicking range. "I know just what I'm going to do with you... I'm getting my dessert."
Lauren looked confused as Sam stared at her, drool dripping as he licked his chops. He opened wide and pulled her closer, stuffing her head into his mouth. He wouldn't have to look at her again now. She tried kicking again, but with his lips locked around her neck, his paws were free to grab her legs. He gripped hard as she struggled, neck straining as he took a first swallow. She started punching at his chest, but he gulped again, pinning her arms to her sides as his lips wrapped around her upper arms. With Lauren wrapped up he was able to get to task, large gulps pulling her down bit by bit. She tasted horrible, but the vengeance was sweet enough to help Sam swallow every last bit down.
Just after swallowing her footpaws, Sam heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Even though he really needed to sit down after ingesting so much, he darted off to the pantry.
"Lauren... where are you? Did you get Sam's dessert?" Sam grumbled to himself in the pantry, his own sister had decided this would be funny. He was so angry that he didn't notice the belch creeping up and he wasn't able to supress it. The loud belch gave away his location, and soon his sister was at the pantry door. "You didn't pig out in the pantry did you? My parents will be angry if there's food missing."
Kelly didn't know what to say when she opened the door, looking up at her brother he looked monstrous, with his midsection swollen out.
"What... what happened?"
"Calm down Kelly..."
She didn't, she flipped out. "Your belly is wiggling... you ate Lauren?" Before Sam could say anything, barely audible mumblings were heard from his belly. "I'm getting Mom & Dad, I can't believe... how did you..."
Kelly turned to run off, but her stammering gave Sam enough time to grab her by the scruff of her neck. She started to squeal, but Sam was easily able to get a paw over her lips. He stood there for a second, thinking, then realized what he would have to do.
"I'm sorry little sis, but you're gonna have to go." He sighed and pulled her up, gripping her legs so she couldn't fight her way out of it. With a little tear in his eye, he stuffed her head into his maw. But he stopped himself, slowly pulling her back out.
"Thank you Sam," she said, glad for her brother's change of heart, "but I still..." She was cut off as Sam wrapped some tape around her muzzle.
He looked down, kissed her on the forehead and wrapped her paws up in his. "I'm gonna have you feet first instead!"
He pulled her up quickly, tipping her back so that her head was level with his now sagging underbelly. She didn't even get a chance to kick as his lips were soon sealed around her calves. His sister tasted much better than Lauren, which made stuffing her down into his already swollen gut much easier. A few heavy swallows later, he was able to let her paws go, mmming a little as he wrapped his lips around her bustline. His paws were now free to stroke her head lightly, though that didn't do anything to soothe her. Somehow she got the tape loose enough to part her lips, and let out a little wail. Unfortunately for her, it was just after Sam had pushed her head down fully into his mouth, and it was silenced by his lips. Finally he took one last swallow and became an only child.
He took a little while to rest, enjoying the wiggling inside of himself. They had no chance inside of course. He waddled back into the kitchen, suddenly realizing there was going to have to be an explanation.
Inspiration fortunately struck him as he grabbed a pad of paper and scrawled this note.
"Girls snuck out last night, said something about going to Lauren's house. I figured they'd be fine and didn't want to wake you up. My roommate called me this morning, he's having car troubles and needs me to look at it. I'll try to get home again soon - Sam"
Rubbing over his bulging belly, he sighed. "Sorry girls, looks like you won't be getting me into trouble for this. Hope you learned not to get between me and Tiramisu."