Making Room (JAN 2024 // Basic Render) (Patreon)

Makima's pants button popped away with a sharp ping, ricocheting off of the wooden floor with enough speed to leave a divot before burying itself in the wall opposite the Devil in disguise.

A dainty burp bubbled forth from within the woman as she looked downwards, a passive gaze of disinterest leveled at her swollen, gurgling stomach.  She could still feel so much food weighting it down, so many undigested bites from meal after meal.

She supposed it was a blessing in disguise, the wardrobe malfunction giving her just enough room for her upcoming business lunch.  Now it would simply be a matter of remaining passive while her gut received inevitable stares at its exposed state.

It would be no problem, though.  They'd know better than to call her on it directly, she was sure.

She would make sure.