Buffet for One!

The afternoon sun warmed my skin as I sat in front of my own little buffet. My soft cotton crop top stopped just above my navel, and every bite I took pushed my belly a little further against the fabric. I kept piling my plate, lifting my fork, sipping my drink, feeling myself swell with every mouthful. The more I ate, the more my top rode up, baring the round, stretched skin of my stomach. I could feel how heavy and huge I was getting, stuffed to the point where even laughing made my belly jiggle. Completely at ease, I leaned back, full and satisfied, loving how fat and full I’d made myself.