All You Can Eat

The door creaked open as Cassie stepped inside the Bottomless Belly Buffet. The place smelled like grease, beef, and melted cheese—comfort food and chaos in equal parts.

She was petite—barely five feet tall, short blonde hair tucked behind her ears, arms and legs slim, almost dainty. Her tan romper clung tight to her small frame, her modest breasts already stretching the fabric slightly. Her stomach, flat and calm for now, would not stay that way for long.

On the glass door behind her, a wrinkled paper sign fluttered in the air-conditioned draft:

ALL YOU CAN EAT – BURGERS ONLY
No exceptions. No substitutions.

Cassie’s eyes lingered on it. Her lips curled into a small, wicked grin.

She walked straight to the counter. The cashier looked up and froze as she leaned in.

“I’ll take everything you’ve got,” she said. “And don’t stop until I say so.”

He hesitated. “All of it?”

Cassie didn’t blink. “All of it.”

The cashier gave a slow nod, then shouted toward the kitchen, “Load her up.”

She found a booth and slid in. She leaned back casually, hand on her flat stomach, legs crossed, waiting.

Within minutes, one of the workers emerged, arms full of steaming, unwrapped burgers, grease trailing down his sleeves. one tray. No wrappers. He dropped the stack directly onto the table in front of her.

Cassie dug in immediately.

Each bite was fast, messy, and hungry. Grease coated her fingers, cheese strings stretched between bites. The first few burgers vanished in moments. Her jaw moved on autopilot, chewing just enough to swallow, eyes half-lidded in focus.

By burger ten, her belly was swelling. The romper tightened. Her breasts puffed further against the thin top. She shifted in her seat, breathing deeper now.

Burger fifteen—her gut pressed firmly into the edge of the table. A quiet creeeeaak came from her middle. Her chest rose and fell, and the neckline of her romper looked like it was about to burst.

RIP.

The seams snapped apart.

Her belly surged forward, round and flushed, slick with sweat and already speckled with stray drops of mustard. Her breasts bounced free next, heavy and round, streaked with burger grease. Cassie didn’t stop eating. She barely noticed.

She moaned softly and reached for more.

The second wave of burgers arrived, and this time the workers stacked them directly onto her stomach. The table was no longer useful—her belly had pushed it back, dominating the space in front of her. She didn’t mind. It gave her easier access to the growing pile of food.

She pulled burger after burger off the warm slope of her gut, breathing heavier now, her body trembling slightly. Her belly groaned and sloshed, swelling outward and down until it rested on the floor with a greasy slap.

She was naked. She didn’t care.

Staff returned with more burgers, carefully placing them atop her expanding stomach like a serving tray. Cassie devoured each one, her arms moving automatically now, her fingers slipping in sauce. Her breasts jiggled with every swallow.

Her skin creaked audibly.

Her belly churned, bubbled, and let out thick, wet groans.

Eventually, her belly lifted her. Her toes no longer touched the floor. She rocked slightly, perched atop her gut, body smeared in sauce, lips glistening with grease. She was sweating and moaning, still chewing, still swallowing.

A young worker approached hesitantly. “Are you… finished?”

Cassie looked up at him with eyes barely open. Her chest rose and fell. Her stomach shifted beneath her like a living creature. She tried to speak but couldn’t.

Then she forced out one word, strained and breathless:

“No.”

The worker nodded. More burgers followed.

Her belly kept growing. It shoved furniture aside, scraping booths against the walls, knocking stools over. The pile of burgers on her stomach grew again. Cassie kept feeding herself in slow, sluggish bites.

Eventually, there was no food left.

The staff stood motionless behind the counter. The grill was empty. The kitchen silent. They had nothing more to give.

Cassie lay slumped across her enormous, round, greasy belly, stomach pressing from the front door to the back wall. Her whole body creaked with fullness. Ketchup streaked belly. Mustard dripped from her breasts. Her hands were limp at her sides.

Then—she shifted.

Her belly rolled. She rolled with it. Once, twice—

—and landed on her feet again.

Her legs shook. Her arms dangled loosely. Her breasts settled like heavy orbs on the top curve of her bloated stomach. The entire restaurant smelled like burgers and sweat.

Cassie raised one shaking finger, slow as syrup, and pointed at the paper sign by the front door.

The words moaned out from her throat:

“More…”