**Button Popping!** POP! I look at the camera with my mouth..

**Button Popping!**

POP! I look at the camera with my mouth wide open in awe of how far that button just went flying. I show this extraordinary event once more, this time in slow motion. I can’t stop myself from watching it over and over again.
…But you’ll have to watch the rest of the video first before that happens. ;D
I’ve spent so long waiting to find a button down shirt that is big enough for me to button up, but also small enough for the buttons to potentially pop. Today was that day. Although I did have to cut part of the sleeves off because my arms were too big heh.
I plop my fat ass on the bed and manage to button up only two of the buttons on my blouse. The bottom button dug deep into the crevice of my belly button. It was squeezing my belly so hard, but it felt so good. The other button was right below my breasts and gave my naturally saggy tits a nice little perk.
I felt it was only appropriate to do some bloating while in this situation so I cracked open a can of seltzer and began to chug. I was honestly so thirsty I couldn’t help but not be bothered when some of it started to escape from the corner of my lips, dripping down my neck, down my chest and then down belly. I continued to gulp down the seltzer as if I hadn’t seen a drop of liquid in days. I then manage to button up a third button. I start rubbing my belly and admiring how ginormous my belly looks in this shirt that is clearly failing to contain all of my.. assets. That’s when the burps begin. I keep rubbing my belly and they keep coming out. Like a genie grants you wishes when you rub its bottle, I grant you burps instead.
Before I open my next bubbly beverage, I decide that I need to give my belly a little break so I unbutton two of the buttons. That bottom button is still holding on tight though. And I’m determined to make it give in. This time I’m drinking a 20 oz rootbeer. As I’m enjoying my bloat I decide to throw one of my legs up onto my bed, allowing my belly to hang perfectly in-between my chunky thighs. I jiggle my belly a bit and then go to adjust my shirt. As I’m struggling to pull it down, a button doesn’t pop, but the hole where the button goes rips! The fun doesn’t end there though, as I’m still on a mission to pop a button…