Like a cat licking its paw, Felicia slurped down all remaining BBQ chip crumbs left behind on her recently polished fingers as well as her smooth, delicate palms; but she didn't stop there. She promptly made for the sandwiches on the tray to her left. In the process of making them, she had used 2 whole loaves of bread, all of the cheese, meat, and condaments she had in the fridge. "I'll guess I'll have to go shopping tomorrow..." she thought. She first started to simply take regular sized bites, but that later progressed to her shoving the sandwiches in whole. "So good. Mhmm! But I must have... More!" demanded the white haired vixen. As she shoveled down sandwhich after sandwich, her bath robe became stained with kethup, mustard, ranch dressing and the like. Between sandwiches, she semingly, as though by instinct, loosened her robe to allow her belly more breathing room, and with a loud *SLURP*, she removed all excess traces of the stray condaments. She paid this, and the fact that her robe had tightened no attention; she was far too concerned with conquering her demanding hunger.
"This food isn't going to last all night. Where the hell is the pizza boy?!?" pondered Felicia.

During the time it took to finish her sandwiches, the rocky road ice cream had given in to the inevitable and commenced melting. But this didn't stop Felicia. She gulped it down furiously, as though there was no tomorrow. *SLUUURPP* It sloshed down her throat, still cold, as did it slosh down her robe and down her front. Her nipples had hardened from the cold, so she subsequently followed by untying the soft white robe, and slowly but surley licked off all of the remaining ice cream her mouth had missed; she was enjoying herself, so she made sure to take her time. But as she did, she noticed something... something unusual. "What in the name of...?" Her hands were now coursing slowly up and down what used to be a flat, fit, and trim stomach; it was now a belly made of what appeared to be rolls upon rolls of fat, gooey pudge. Before she could further explore her newly formed body or react properly to the new change, the door bell rang. "Damn pizza boy. Where the hell was he five minutes ago when I needed him?" Her hunger had begun to cloud her thoughts again, which was evident since she went to open the door without retying her robe; she only had one word on her mind: "Pizza!". As she opened the locks on her door, she peered out the door to see her proveyer of pizza. "He looks good enough... to EAT!!!" she wildly slurped as she licked her lips with an intense desire.