You always were a sucker for pizza, and you’re not sure that you’ve ever eaten at Mama Martha’s yet, so you decided to stop and eat there.
You walk inside and immediately your nostrils are filled with the scents of fresh pizza baking in a brick oven. It looks like a buffet restaurant, and an all you can eat kind of one too. There’s an extensive salad bar, a huge collection of side dishes, and all kinds of pizza to choose from. A sign said “All-U-Can-Eat for $15” and “Families Eat for $40.” The restaurant was full of patrons too, but most of them seemed to be rather round and fat teenage girls.
Of course, that didn’t raise any red flags for some reason as you went up to the register to pay for your food. The register was managed by a very voluptuous woman. She gave off a grown up southern belle kind of presence, with poofy blonde hair that she kept back with a tied red bandanna. She wore a red and white plaid shirt tied closed around her large rack, and tight blue jeggings around her Pixar mom hips. Her pretty, motherly face was done up with purple eye shadow and mascara, light pink blush, and bright red lipstick. She also wore a name tag that read “Martha”.
“Well hello there, darling,” Martha smiled widely, “Welcome to Mama Martha’s! Y’all by yourself or you waiting on anybody?”
“No, just me,” you say.
“Well alrighty then,” Martha chuckles, “I’ll just be needing fifteen bucks from you.” You give her the money, which she gleefully accepts. “Why thank you, darling! Now you best get something to eat, y’all skin and bones! Yer gonna waste away any minute! Have fun, darling!”
What a strange lady, you think to yourself. But enough of that. You are super hungry all of the sudden. You grab a plate and a couple slices, and find somewhere to sit down. As you do, suddenly you hear a chair break and a girl’s shriek, followed by a heavy crash. You look over at the source of the noise and see one of the fatter patrons broke her chair and fell on her back. She looked like she was having trouble getting back up.
“Mama! Someone broke another chair!” one of the other teenagers called out.
“Oh my stars and garters!” you heard Martha call back, “I’ll be right over, baby! Don’t you worry, Mama Martha’s got it!“
You... decided not to pay that any mind and just eat your pizza. As hungry as you were you took a huge bite. The cheese was still stretchy and melty, and the pepperoni was nice and crispy. It was, quite simply, one of the best pizzas you’ve had in a long time. It was so tasty that you were hardly noticing what was happening to your body. With every bite you swallowed, your gender progressively bent from male to female. Your shoulders narrowed, your hips widened, and your face softened until you outwardly resembled a young woman. As you started on the second slice, your head hair got longer and your body hair vanished completely. Soon your penis would vanish and become replaced with a vagina, cementing your new gender. It wasn’t until you finished you first plate that you noticed something was up. For some reason though, you weren’t panicked. In fact you rather liked being a girl now.
You were still hungry of course so you went to grab another plate and more pizza. You also fixed yourself a healthy Japanese salad too, feeling like you really should eat more veggies. You chowed down on your second helping with great gusto, enjoying every bite. You were so engrossed with eating that you didn’t notice that you were starting to grow a luscious pair of boobs under your shirt. You also failed to notice that your belly was starting to grow as well. In fact, you were starting to get much bigger around the middle. If you were paying any attention you would notice your butt starting to widen and your thighs starting to thicken. You would notice your arms getting rounder as you progressed to your next slice of pizza. You would notice your shirt ride up on you, exposing your round belly and cavernous navel. You would feel your clothes straining against your growing body as you tackled your salad.
And as you gleefully chewed on the crust of the last slice on your plate, you felt like you could keep going. After all, Mama Martha did go to all the trouble of setting up a buffet for you and your new sisters!