Request: Button popping during a huge meal

With every mouthful, my belly swells rounder, pressing tight against my shirt. The buttons strain until one finally pops free, a playful little sign of how much I’ve indulged. Each bite makes the fabric stretch tighter, my navel pushing forward, demanding space. The sound of buttons giving way becomes part of the feast—a reminder that my body can’t hide just how stuffed and satisfied I am