While the rest of the guys seemed interested only in tearing into the boxes of pizza that now towered in enormous stacks on the table, Jake watched the pizza guy make himself at home in their hotel room. He seemed winded from carrying all those boxes up to their 6th floor room, and his shirt was drenched in sweat (had it been that way when the guy first entered? Jake couldn't recall. Something seemed different about him). He yanked the skin-tight pizza joint uniform over his head and dropped it on the floor, reclining back on the couch as he let out a deep sigh. He rubbed the thick, hairy gut that now rested in his lap, his hands making lazy circles around the periphery of his paunch.
"FUCK this is some good shit," Hank moans with a mouthful of greasy cheese and sauce. As he took another enormous bite, cramming more into his mouth than Jake would have though possible, he managed to ask in a muffled voice "What's your name anyway, man?"
The pizza guy smiled, rubbing his sweaty, hairy gut. "It's Tony. This is a nice little shin-dig you guys've got going here. Any big plans for the night?"
It took a moment for anyone to respond as they scarfed down more pizza. Jake himself was already getting his second slice, though he didn't quite remember eating his first. His perception was starting to get a little hazy between the alcohol and the overwhelming scent of the candle mixed with the now real and present pizza. The room was beginning to feel unbearably warm, like a hot, smoky kitchen on some Mediterranean afternoon. His own shirt was starting to stick uncomfortably to his sweaty skin, and Jake tugged at the bottom hem of his shirt as it started to ride up his belly. He dimly planned to open a window and get some air circulating into the room - at least after one more slice of pizza.
Joe clapped a massive, meaty hand on Phil's back, prompting the man-of-the-hour to briefly cough and choke on what had to be his sixth slice of sausage pizza. "Well, Tony, it's this guy's bachelor party. We're just pre-gaming and preparing to head out to some strip clubs to treat this guy one last time before he goes and get hitched."
"We may not have to reach the strip clubs though, if you keep dropping your clothes like that" Hank added. "I didn't realize this was a joint pizza parlor and escort service!"
The guys all chuckled at that, and Tony merely smirked, sinking a bit deeper into the couch. "Hey, it's a tough job trying to rush enough pizzas to feed a herd of elephants up six flights of stairs. You all mind if I crack a beer?"
The drunk bachelor partiers merely grunted in approval, too worried about filling their own growing stomachs to worry about one or two beers.
Jake was finding it hard to concentrate on anything in particular. He felt like he was having a sensory overload - between the heat of the room and the scents and tastes of the pizza, he was feeling nothing short of ecstasy. His throbbing dick was testament to that. He rubbed his straining cock through the restricting confines of his jeans and briefs, eyes darting around the room. His buddies seemed to be doing the same, using one hand to stuff more deliciously greasy crust into their mouths while the other desperately pawed beneath their growing waistlines. Jake hardly even noticed that each of his friends was in a similar position as he was, having to reach awkwardly around large and growing bellies that they'd never had before. Every belly button in the room was exposed as their shirts cinched higher and higher up their guts, and not a single pair of pants remained buttoned.
Blustery Hank was the first to develop a hunger for more than just pizza. With lusty eyes, he moved toward Tony as he remained sprawled on the couch. "Those pants of yours are looking mighty tight, Tony. How about we take those off and get you a bit more comfortable?"
The pizza boy - who was looking much more like a man now, indistinguishable from someone in his mid-40s - grinned in anticipation, slowly stripping his own pants off and around his ankles. Hank wordlessly handed him another beer, clapping the man on his shoulders as Tony took another swig.