"Mmm..." Barbara moaned, sucking the last of the sugar and frosting off of her fingers. Grabbing her glass of milk, Barbara tilted the glass into her mouth and downed the last sips of her milk, smacking her lips in satisfaction.
At that moment, the button of her jeans burst off, flying a few inches away from her seat. Barbara's belly burgeoned out, unzipping her jeans to accommodate its larger size.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, placing a hand on her belly. "Seems like I ate a bit too much, huh?" she said, rubbing the overstuffed orb soothingly. Can't say it wasn't worth it, though... Barbara mused to herself. She burped softly, using her other hand to cover her mouth. Barbara lifted up her sweater a bit to expose her belly, then proceeded to massage her massive food baby.
"Is everything alright, Ms. Gordon?" Alfred's voice called out from behind the door, startling Barbara. "I heard something fall."
"Yeah, Alfred, everything's fine. I just... dropped a spoon, that's all!" Barbara replied.
"... Alright, Ms. Gordon." Barbara heard Alfred's footsteps as he left the hallway.
"... Phew," Barbara gasped, continuing to massage her stuffed stomach. "I really shouldn't be eating like this, or it won't just be my jeans that I don't fit into."
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