Rick, knowing where most of the weight would go, straight to Monique's ass. She said she was full, but he was sure she could eat more.

"You really done," he asked.

"I...think so."

"You sure?," Rick now held a drumstick in his hands.

Monique's stomach growled again. She grapped the drumstic and shoved it into her mouth.

"Get me more!"

And so the proccess went and the dishes piled up. 10ths became 12ths, and 12ths finally became 16ths. By now, Mo was surely stuffed. Her belly was taunt, aching and pressed up against the table. There was no way her pants could hope to hold the bloated mass of black flesh her belly had become. She moaned and rubbed it.