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Fairground Fattening Pt12
🕑 Added 2022-11-01 02:08:15 +0000 UTC“Five minutes to go! Five minutes to go! Tammy has consumed a remarkable 74 pies, breaking the old record by 24! Can she consume anymore?”
The crowd, which had swelled to about 50 people, was all abuzz and cheering as loud as they could. They chanted Tammy’s name, encouraging her to go for at least one more pie; to put an emphatic end to what had already been an astonishing display of gluttony.
Tamara, or Tammy as she liked to be called (she hated the name Tamara), was still hungry, that was not the problem. No, the problem, well, problems, was the fact that the last pie had fallen to the ground when her belly had bumped the table a few minutes ago and was now a good foot or two away from her. More importantly, with all the food she had consumed, her stomach was packed tightly. It wasn’t like it was too packed to eat more, but moving, or in this case, crawling, was going to be a near impossibility.
“Can’t, burppppppp! Can’t do it. I’m, urpppp!”
She stared blankly out into space, gazing at the mass of furs who were still yelling at her to keep going. She was in a sugar coma, having consumed more pies than a diner would go through in a month. Drool ran down her engorged lips, dribbling onto the mass that was her jowls. Chocolate smears covered her mouth as well, and she absent mindedly licked them to get as many remnants as possible of her sweet meal back into her waiting mouth.
A rumble emanated from her great stomach before a similar rumble burst through her rear, clearing more space as she passed an enormous fart. She giggled stupidly, glad to have relieved more pressure. She was well beyond the point of caring whenever she passed gas; everyone did it, why hide it? To Tammy, the only thing that mattered was enjoying life and food, and usually the two were intertwined. She giggled again, this time letting out an even longer fart, one that caused her massive ass cheeks to wobble together as they worked on swallowing up even more of her dress and panties.
“Three minutes to go! Three minutes! It looks like Tammy may be done though everyone. How about you get really loud and encourage her to get one more! Come on, you can get louder!”
The yelling and clapping reached a fever pitch as all around the stage tried to will the immense tigress to eat just one more pie before the time limit ran out. She wasn’t moving though, being so tired and full. Just then, she glanced down to see a shadow that was beyond her own gigantic one. At first, she was unsure of who this could be, but then she smelled that familiar cigarette smoke and knew it had to be Dale.
“Da-Dale, belch! Whu-whut are you doing up here?”
“Ya ain’t done, Tammy. I know ya can eat that last pie. Ya wouldn’t give up that easily, ya know?”
He took another drag of his cigarette as he maneuvered around the two aircraft carrier sized ass cheeks and got to her side. He removed his hands from his pockets and held them out to either side of her left sided love handle.
“And, I’m gonna help ya get that pie!”
With a forceful push, he got Tammy from her seat position and to the floor. It wasn’t that long of a fall as with her adipose she was practically touching the floor as is. All the movement caused her to let out the biggest burp anyone had ever heard in their lives and thrust the tigress’ face into the cleavage between her breasts. The smell of all the chocolate and whipped cream that had fallen in there was almost enough to keep her pre-occupied, but she felt another push on her side once more, shaking her from her daze.
“Dale, I’m too stuffed to move. Br-bring the pie to me and I’ll eat it!”
She would have looked at him and pleaded with him, but she really couldn’t maneuver her body into the proper position with all of her fat in the way. It wouldn’t have matter anyway, because the wolf was determined to make her get the pie herself.
“Ya want the money, right? And do ya see all these people here chanting ya name? Do ya wanna let em down?”
Tammy glanced back to the crowd and saw them all clapping and screaming for her to go on. She thought back to how her parents and sister had mocked her all her life for being pretty chubby before getting to college. Now, people were behind her and she was letting them down.
“N-no more” she yelled before lifting her head back up and digging her claws into the stage and using all her might to drag herself forward.
She winced as her exposed belly flesh caught an edge of a screw, but she pushed past the pain and kept going. The pie was so close, so close that she could taste it, even more so than the pie that she had already consumed. Tammy used her other hand to lift up her belly as best as she could to make sure she didn’t cut herself again and resumed dragging herself across the stage. There was a look of pure determination on her face as she did so and after another moment or two, she was now just about face to face with the pie.
“One minute! One more minute! Come on Tammy, you can do it!”
Hearing even the MC root for her just put the final bit of spirit she needed to get over the edge. Realizing there was no way she could drag herself anymore with just one arm, Tammy did what she knew she had to do: she dove into the pie tin face first.
This elicited a raucous response from everyone in the crowd as they cheered and screamed her name. If they had babies, they would have thrown them into the air too. The MC counted the pie as number 75 as Tammy kept her face in the pie tin, making sure to consume it all. She finally lifted her head when she was done, letting out another loud triumphant burp as everyone jumped up and down in approval. She basked in the warm reception as her face was smeared with all food remains and burped once more.
“Well done Tammy, well done. Lemme help ya get up and better situated.”
With that, the husky and in his own right obese wolf circled around to the front and began pulling her up by the arms. She let out a few burps and farts as she finally got back into a seated position, before he was able to catch his breath and hoist her up enough that she was able to get her legs back underneath herself. The obese tigress waved in appreciation to the crowd as she followed Dale back to the main tent, her tattered dress barely clinging on.
