Kapree just got back home from an endless all-you-can-eat buffet. Her belly is already painfully stuffed, round, and heavy… but she’s not done yet. Clutching a delicious slice of cake she brought home, she’s determined to prove a point: no matter how full she is, there’s always room for dessert. Everyone thinks she’s on the verge of bursting, but Kapree laughs at the idea. They don’t know me. I have a belly of steel. I never pop. Confident, greedy, and insatiable, she starts to push herself further, slowly stuffing herself with bite after bite of cake, her belly groaning and swelling with every mouthful. The pressure builds, her breathing grows heavier, her belly strains tight against her clothes, but still, Kapree keeps going. One more bite. Just one more. She’s so sure she can take it all. So sure she can handle it. Until she reaches the final piece. The bite that changes everything. Will this be the bite that pushes her belly past its limit? Will she pop? There’s only one way to find out.