I could see that only a few more scrumptious tacos are left on the second platter, I knew a beast like me could easily finish them off. I happily continued gobbling and scarfing down those savory, meaty little packets, relishing in the pleasureful pressure of my extra-tight buttons. I looked to my left and to my surprise, a black dragon much larger than me was still eating. I knew I wasn't safe yet, for the first time in ages I actually had competition, It felt all the more suspenseful. It was definitely a feeling I'd forgotten, having someone just as gluttonous as me. Of course, now was not the time for feelings, it was the time to win. I pressed on, the feeling my buttons dig into my soft belly was the sensation driving me onward. For a bit, my shirt continued to hold, much to my disappointment. But as I finished the penultimate taco, I could hear a slight creaking and popping sound. In my dazed, stuffed state, I couldn't tell if it was my shirt or my abdomen ready to pop. Of course, as I shoved the last taco into my mouth with one finger, rationality won and my big belly busted right through those buttons like a battering ram. My gut, now free from its prison slammed onto the empty platter with a loud squishy thud. I nearly choked on my meal in surprise but, thank goodness, I swallowed at just the right second. Regaining my bearings, I began to realize that my gullet had plenty of room, I must have confused the tightness of my shirt with the tightness of my belly. When you eat as much as I do, you don't feel fullness the same as everyone else and with my gut free I happily eyed a third platter.

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