Left Door (Author: Ring-the-Gagged)

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the busty young lady, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

Meril had been waiting for this day! It was her last delivery of the day, and it was right to Dane's apartment! Ah, how she'd waited for this day. The boy was so cute, and every time he ordered, her infatuation with him grew stronger. She wasn't sure when this fantasy of hers first started, but she'd harbored it long enough that she didn't hesitate to pop open her front buttons and cram her tits into the second pizza box she nicked.

"Well... of course they don't fit." She mumbled, as even with a box bigger than the one she practiced with, trying to cram that much flesh inside only succeeded in denting the box as her tits were made to cram up against the sides, even causing her to groan as her nipple slipped along the cardboard until it popped free in the little empty cavity that was the corner.

...and yet in spite of the hardship - and the humiliation as she ascended the stairs - she absolutely could not stop smiling.

"Hiiii Dane~" She chimed as the door slowly swung open, the young man already thumbing through his wallet, "Did someone order the Large and Saucy~~?"

As she stood there, her fat tits sitting in the open air and her teeth closing down on her lower lip, one thought ran through her head, "Don'tbegay.Don'tbegay.Oh,PLEASEdon'tbegay."

". . .Well. . . I suppose I can forgive you for getting my order wrong. ...Just this once." Went Dane, putting his wallet away as he reached for something just out of sight, "I mean... I have always wanted to give these a taste."

She couldn't help but squeal internally, closing her eyes as she felt overwhelmed by the moment, clenching the pizza box tightly until the edges folded in. ...And then she felt a sharp jab. "A-Ah! Owie!!"

She glanced down, witnessing as Dane pressed a fork against her flesh. It wasn't piercing the skin, but the prongs still sunk deep into her spongy tit, and only seemed to be sinking deeper, "Hope you don't mind if I have them all to myself~"

"Hnnnnhh~" Meril whined, clenching her legs. That line was really doing it for her, but something was throwing her off, and it wasn't the pain in her tit, "W-Wait, are you one of those freaks who eats pizza with a fork!?" She cried.

And then she cried louder as he gave the utensil a twist, deftly trapping some of her flesh, including her big, hardened nipple, between the prongs of the fork, "Of course. I'm not some savage." He retorted, and for a brief moment, Meril couldn't tell if the yank he gave the fork was meant to punish her for the remark, or just to help pull her nipple up to his mouth.

...Though as he brought her nipple between those lips, tongue bathing it on all sides, she realized she didn't care.

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.