She figured she didn't want to get hungry while stuck in a tub of mud, so why not go to the buffet first. She headed on over to the cafeteria, and found the room to be empty at the moment, that is until she found a little pamplet that said "Claire's personal buffet."
"Now this is some pretty impressive service," she said impressed. She then saw in the middle of the room a long buffet rack, and pulled the covers off to see that instead of being filled with multiple trays of different food, it was all one long tray that was filled with mash potatoes, bacon, chicken, gravy, corn, and everything else you could want, all mixed together. "Oh, that's... rather interesting... well where are the plates?"
She looked around for a while until finally she had to go, "Alright, if they're not giving me any, and it's all mine, then I'll just use my hands." She rolled up her short sleeves, and dug her hands in, grabbing handfuls of slop and started munching on a collection of bacon in mashed potatoes. It was delicious, and the moment she swallowed she just wanted more of it. She didn't care about who saw her, she was now confident that with no one there to see her she could just dig right in and not have to worry about it. "What the heck, I was about to go bathe in mud after this, so why not?"
She started shoveling food so fast into her mouth that her cheeks were covered in it and it spilled down to the ground without her even bothering to contain it, she just wanted it in her mouth. She felt her vest starting to restrain her movement, so she had to whip it off. Her shirt began to rise up over her stomach as she developed a sturdy round belly. And finally, as if a bell to signal the meal was over, she heard several pops come from her backside, being caused by her jeans ripping apart, showing a full moon rump being covered by stretched out pink panties.
"Whew, now that was just what I needed," she said patting her stomach. "Now I'm ready to go and relax in-"