Robin's father, John, was peeling the stickers off of Robin's numerous fry containers, burger wrappers, and cups.
He now held a few up. "Hey, look at this, everyone! Robin won a few free burgers!"
His wife, Lisa, grabbed them and looked. "Why, so she did. Congratulations, Robin!"
Christie rolled her eyes. "I knew it was only a matter of time, considering how much she eats..." she muttered.
Robin cheered. "Alright! We can use them now, then, 'cause I'm still hungry!"
John and Lisa stared at Robin, concerned. "Are you sure, Robin? We don't want you to eat yourself sick, now..."
Robin shook her head, adamant in her decision. "Nope, I'm still hungry."
Lisa sighed. "Alright, then, I'll go get them for you."
Soon, Lisa had returned with 3 more Big Macs for Robin.
Robin eagerly tore the wrapper off the first one and began eating, while Christie looked away in disgust.
With each few bites Robin took, her stomach swelled a little more.
When she was halfway done, her pants began to creak dangerously.
At some point during her third burger, a few threads popped, then a few more.
Robin popped the final bit of burger in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
"Alright then," John said, standing up, "Let's get going."
RRRIIPPP!
The entire front section of Robin’s pants ripped clean in half, the button and zipper on one side, still fastened.
“Oh my gawd…” Christie sighed, embarrassedly hiding her face.
“Uh-oh…” John and Lisa said, exchanging a look.
“Ah, much better!” smiled Robin.
Robin stood up, holding on to the side of her pants to keep them up. Her belly was round and stuffed, resting in the gap it had created, uncovered by either pants or shirt.
“Well, come on, let’s go, then.” Robin said, apparently unconcerned.
John and Lisa followed her, shaking their heads. Christie followed them, trying not to look like she was.
Once they had returned to the car and buckled up, Robin having rather more difficulty with this, they drove home in silence.