"I think you should stop..." My voice sounded thin as I watched her eat. She hadn't moved from the floor.
She leaned toward the table and grabbed more food. "Why stop? I bought these new 20XL pants." Crumbs fell on her shirt while she talked. "I want to test how far they stretch. Not pretty, but they hold my huge stuffed belly."
I started to say something—"It's been an hour since you could use a chair..."—then quit. Pointless anyway, we both know I love her belly. My hands drifted to her round stomach. I rubbed softly as she moaned between bites.
God do I love that belly...