Bored stuffing

It was a normal, boring Sunday, I had nothing to do as none of my friends were available the entire day and my parents were out so I just lay in bed watching videos and sleeping all day. I hadn't eaten anything that day and at around 18:30 my stomach let out an incredibly loud growl, I got out of bed but didn't feel like making any food, so I decided to order a pizza. I dialled Domino's Pizza and ordered a large pepperoni pizza. I then thought of how much I like stuffing myself. I doubted for a while but then added a second large pepperoni pizza to my order. When they took my order and hung up I walked into the kitchen to look for something to drink with my pizza, I found a full bottle of coke, 'perfect' I thought. I took the bottle over to the living room where I unpatiently waited for my pizzas, my stomach growling heavily in the meantime. After about 15 minutes my doorbell rang, I quickly got over to the door, quickly paid the pizza guy, took my pizzas to the living room and sat down. I opened one of the boxes and smelled the pizza, my stomach growling in anticipation. I quickly dug in, making quick work of the first pizza, partly because I was insanely hungry and partly because I didn't want my other pizza to get cold. When I finished the first pizza I was quite full, so I gave my belly a quick rub before continuing. I opened the second box and immediately started eating, at the same pace as before. It didn't last long, though, as I felt my belly getting fuller and fuller. With effort I finished off my fourth slice out of the eight. 'Halfway there...' I thought, massaging my belly. I started on the fifth slice, eating drastically slower than before, pressure building up in my stomach. I finished the fifth slice and was breathing heavily, clutching my stomach. I started to think I couldn't make it, but through the fullness and pain I felt something else; pleasure. This pushed me to start on the sixth slice I ate the slice quickly, not thinking, not paying attention to my stomach's protest. I did the same for the seventh and eighth slice, when I finished I leaned back, feeling victorious, but mostly stuffed. I looked at my stomach it was sticking out about 2.5 inches. Then I looked over to the table and saw the untouched bottle of coke. I told myself not to do it, but I also really wanted to do it. 'There is no way I'll be able to drink two litres atop of this stuffing...' I thought, picking it up after painfully leaning forward. 'I'll just chug it, it'll be over quicker that way...' I thought as I put it to my lips and started chugging. It actually felt refreshing for a couple of seconds, before my stomach experienced a mixture of being pushed out because of too many contents and because of carbonation. It started to hurt so I massaged my belly, almost not helping. Despite all this, I kept chugging. But my prediction was right; I couldn't drink two litres atop of the stuffing. After I got about halfway through the bottle, I had to stop, I couldn't take anymore. I would either pop or puke. I leaned back, moaning and massaging my belly. Then, I felt insane pressure building up in my stomach, sending a surge of pain through my body. I belched loudly, it surprised me myself how loud it was. I then forced out some other ones to relieve pressure, but it did close to nothing. My belly was now around four inches extended. I tried to fall asleep on the couch so my stomach could digest this giant meal. Even though this was nearly impossible because of the frequent surges of pain through my body, so I just laid there, frequently moaning loudly for about an hour before finally falling asleep.