Riley woke up hours later, right at lunchtime. She yawned and sat up, patting her pudgy belly. She sniffed the air; her Mother was still cooking lunch, and the smell was making her tummy growl like a wolf. "Mmmn..." she said, rubbing her belly. She looked at herself: her fat belly strained her clothes, with her pants forming a good sized muffin top, whilst her shirt, which stopped just above her cute navel, had large gaps between the buttons where even more of her belly could be seen. She giggled at this, finding it funny that her clothes were so much too small. She didn't care how big she was though, as long as she could eat til her belly was ready to burst, any time she wanted.
"Hi Mama!" Riley grinned as she walked into the kitchen. "Oh, there you are Riley," replied Helena. "Lunch is almost ready, we're having fried chicken," she smiled, blushing as her own stomach grumbled. Riley giggled, patting her own belly. "How long til we eat?" sh grinned cutely. "Just a few more minutes..."
"Riley, time to eat!" Helena called. Riley didn't need her to repeat, within seconds she was already in her chair and reaching for the chicken. She took a bite...and squealed happily. "So good!" she squeaked, and then began to gorge herself. Her mother shook her head and ate at a slower pace, whilst Riley was cramming as much down her throat as her hands could hold.
POP! Riley and her mother looked up at the same time. "What was that, Mama?" she asked. "I don't know..." said Helena, before looking at Riley's belly. "...Oh -w-;" Riley made a confused face. "What, Mama?" Helena shook her head. "You popped a button off your shirt!" Riley looked down and blushed a bit...and then continued eating, causing her whole shirt to pop open, her belly pushing out. Suddenly, there was a POP...PING! as her jeans burst open, popping the button with incredible force: it was imbedded in the table! Her zipper could not go down fast enough, so it snapped off too. Riley blushed for a moment, but only kept eating, while her mother shook her head.
Riley belched, setting down the plate. "I'm stuffed, Mama," she sighed, patting her bloated tummy, which was a few inches bigger than before. Her Mom sighed. "I wish you would eat less sometimes...I can't go buying you new clothes every week. Riley giggled and blushed, getting out of the chair with a groan. She sighed happily."I think I might pop..." Riley then waddled down the hall and back to the fireplace, to take another nap...
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