Matsumoto arrived at the restaurant that advertised the all-you-can-eat buffet. She walked up to the waiter and asked him,
"Excuse me, sir. I'd like to try the all-you-can-eat challenge". The waiter looked Matsumoto up and down. She had a mostly svelte figure, except for the two massive breasts that strained to burst free from her blouse.
"You're aware of what this involves, right? This challenge involves the fattiest food that it's legal to make. We have to warn..."
"Yeah, yeah, just set me up for it" Matsumoto said, not caring at all. The waiter smirked, and called to the chef.
"Oy, monsieur chef! Some bimbo's after the all-you-can-eat challenge!" In the finest stereotyped tradition of waiters, this one was a rather rude Frenchman - an exception to the French restaurant down the street, renowned for its politeness.
Matsumoto seated herself at a table for one, and the first meal was brought out. You could practically feel the fat oozing from it from outside the restaurant, but Matsumoto did not care. She attacked it voraciously, devouring it in a matter of one short minute. "Next!" she demanded, and another meal was brought out. This one took slightly longer, but it was eaten very quickly. The chef was baffled - no-one had ever wanted more after the second dish. By then, they'd usually put on 40 pounds.
A third, fourth and fifth dish came and went. Matsumoto's appetite had taken control. She'd never eaten such delicious food in her entire life! She had to have more. However, her thoughts were interrupted when her shirt refused to take any more. Her massive breasts had increased in size somewhat, and the buttons flew off as they burst free from their confines. Then, with a rumble, her belly burst forth, tearing her skirt and popping the rest of her blouse buttons off, leaving her in her bra, a ripped skirt and her underwear.
"Is this supposed to happen?" the waiter asked, amazed. Matsumoto chuckled and heaved her rotund belly onto the table. She weighed at least 270 pounds.
"I haven't had all I can eat yet!"