Restraint

"Jeez, have you no restraint?" she asked, standing in the open delivery elevator as her roommate lumbered in behind her.

The blonde German woman let out a satisfied sigh, both hands bracing the underside of her grotesquely swollen belly. Her gut jutted forward like an overinflated exercise ball, skin stretched glossy and tight from the buffet’s full annihilation.

"You know 'all you can eat' doesn't mean eat all of it, right?"

"You have to eat a lot to grow," her roommate said, completely unbothered. She gave her left breast a playful heft — it was nearly the size of a watermelon, the fabric of her stretched top groaning under the strain. "That’s how these got so big. Maybe if you loosened up, you'd finally break out of a B-cup."

"If we both ate like you, we wouldn’t be able to fit through our front door, never mind the elevator," she said, watching as the metal platform groaned beneath her friend’s weight. The elevator dipped slightly as the gut-heavy titan stepped fully inside, her bulk easily occupying half the space.

Her roommate’s belly made a wet gurgle, then a deep squelch, as if it were digesting a small pig whole.

"God, I thought that was the elevator breaking," she muttered, placing a hand reflexively on the side of her friend's bloated stomach. The skin had no give. It was like touching a hot water tank on the verge of bursting.

She meant to pull her hand away, but didn’t.

Instead, she stood there, pinned between the cool wall and the warm swell of her roommate’s food-stretched gut. Her fingers brushed the tight flesh absentmindedly, and she imagined what it would be like — to eat like that, to be that full. That unapologetically stuffed. Her own stomach felt hollow in comparison.

The thought caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed.

Her friend couldn’t see her — not with that massive orb between them — but it felt weirdly intimate. Her thoughts drifted to where her own belly was connected to her friends, imagining it swollen, heavy, pushing out just like this.

Then came the voice: "You know…" her friend said, breathy and smug, "you could always try it. Just a little. You might like how it feels."

Her heart thumped. She smirked, trying to sound casual.

"Okay. Maybe I will." She glanced up at the ceiling as the elevator hummed upward toward their floor. "Might be fun to enjoy myself for once — and show you what real restraint looks like when it finally lets go."