Buffet bellies (complete)

Chapter 3 - button pop

"Oof," Bryan moaned and leaned back in his seat rubbing his distended stomach. He lifted up his shirt and his six pack was nowhere to be seen, a bloated, stretched layer of fat taking its place completely.
"Don't wimp out yet, baby!" Alison sucked a chicken bone and then licked her fingers before taking a swig of soda. Lilah had been rubbing her swollen belly under the table for twenty minutes, but kept a steady pace because she could've used that money more than anybody knew. She'd lost her job the week before and had yet to tell her friends or family. She looked over at Eric who had easily eaten eleven plates and was scraping his twelfth.
Alison took a piece of pizza off of her plate and turned to Bryan.
"Open." She demanded. He moaned and leaned back his head with his mouth open, holding his belly with his hand.
"Good boy." Alison chuckled and returned to her plate. Bryan finished chewing the pizza and swallowed hard. He stood up from his seat and extended his arms up to stretch his belly but instead his jeans broke under the pressure of his protruding gut and his button popped off, hitting Lilah in the forehead.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Bryan belched and sat back down, embarrassed.
Lilah rubbed the spot on her forehead where the button had hit her and was grateful for a reprieve from eating.
"It's okay, I'm going to go to the bathroom."
On the way to the bathroom, Lilah passed Eric. He didn't see her, but she saw him stacking his plate high with desserts. She felt warm and was tempted to follow him, to talk to him, to be close to him...to feed him. She shook her head and pushed open the door to the bathroom. It was meant for one person at a time, so when she locked the door, she felt free to admire her stuffed state.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and rubbed her hand over her tight belly under her clinging tank top. She lifted the shirt and felt her tummy tingle, just like between her legs, and then she realized that she loved it and wanted to eat more. When she came back to her table with a new plate of food, it was also with a new energy that could only be described as ravenous.