Belly Capacity

I look down at my plate seeing I had ploughed through almost all of it without realising until my stomach felt like it was ready to pop. Fuck, when did these jeans start feeling like the buttons ready to pop. I crack open another beer, again letting the carbonated drink empty inside of my growing gut. I let out a burp trying to keep myself quiet but still excusing myself.
Sheepishly I put my hand under the table to feel my stomach.
Internally moaning. I feel my stomach is bloated and round. Any evidence of my abs is gone and replaced with this stuffed ball belly.