Fairground Fattening Pt11

The crowd watching the pie eating contest had grown as time went on, as they all watched in anticipation to see just how many pies the tigress would eat. It was supposed to be a competition to see who could eat the most pies in an hour, but Tamara wasn’t trying to do that now: she wanted to eat ALL the pies, contest be damned.

It hadn’t mattered that the stools she was sitting on began to creak around the 30 minute mark, nor did it matter when they started to sink into the stage a few minutes later. She was much too focused on the next pie and the hunger in her great belly that she was trying to quell. Then, when the stools could take no more and were crushed by her colossal rear end and her blouse had ripped at the breasts, Tamara shrugged it off and just rolled with it. She had barely felt it anyway since her ass was already only a few inches from the metal stage. The wood had basically exploded all around her and very little was left underneath her girth. It allowed her to keep focusing on her extended meal.

As she ate, her reality continued to change, without her realizing it. Before, she had been driving to Florida for a potential job, now, that was no longer the case. She had tried getting a job after graduating from community college, but it had been rough going. Most employers saw her waddle in, hips coming close to brushing even the widest of doors, and immediately passed judgment on her. After a few months of this, she had basically given up on getting a comfortable job. Thus, she took a job as an assistant manager at the local McDonald’s, which, while offering free food to it’s employees, was boring and annoying work for the 21 year old. By the time she was 23, she was ready to give up. That was until she remembered her trust.

Knowing how her parents were, and knowing that they had practically disowned her already (they hadn’t even remembered her birthday), she went to the bank and took out all the money in her trust fund, which was approximately $651,458. She paid off the rest of her lease, gave notice to McDonald’s, and got in her beaten up Honda Accord and went on a road trip.

She visited as many cities as she could that first four months, hitting up their most famous eateries and tourist spots. It was a fulfilling venture and she gained almost 75 pounds those four months, putting her in the 525 pound range. She then thought of what she could do next, when she recalled a former college friend talk about the best seafood being in Louisiana. So, she left North Carolina and made her way south, still stopping at as many places as she could (and gaining another 18 pounds in the process) before her car broke down that morning in front of the fair. Now, she couldn’t wait to get back on the road and get to the seafood she was waiting for.

For now, the pies would have to do, as Tamara grabbed another pie and titled it downward so she could just gulp the mostly liquid dessert into her waiting jaws and swallow before going for the next pie. She sat there, thighs splayed out, gut sagging inches from the floor, and her ass almost exposed from behind, fully embracing her gluttonous ways. She kept eating, even as it became apparent that no one was going to come close to catching her. She was at 25 pies and still had twenty minutes to go. The nearest person to her was the water buffalo George, who had consumed 13. The other two furs had already bowed out, and George, who was halfway through his 14th, was about to do the same. They were going to call the contest, but Dale had convinced them that it would be better to let this play out.

Still she ate, filling her stomach up more and more and in the process gaining more weight. No one seemed to be noticing that she was getting fatter, though that may have been because she was already so fat that modest gains were barely noticeable. No one sensed her breasts sagging slightly more, or her stomach coming closer and closer to the floor. They paid it no mind when her chins fully adopted a fourth and began working on a fifth and her cheeks got closer to forcing her eyes into a perpetual squint. Her hands, as they gripped each pie tin, swelled up slightly, almost like a sausage in a prolonged heat. Her tail too had started to really pick up the pace and plumped up as well, to about the size her thighs had been when she woke up that morning. It really was an incredible growth.

As thirty pies came and went, the crowd started really showing their support for the tigress, as they began clapping and cheering with each pie that she ate. By pie 32, they had started chanting “Tammy! Tammy!” with each bite. It gave her a renewed purpose and made her swell with pride (along with pie). So, even after seeing the other furs standing up and giving up, she decided to keep eating, making sure to stop only when they told her she had to.  She was simply enjoying this far too much to quit now.

“Tammy is up going for pie 35 ladies and gentlemen, the record is 50 in an hour; do we think she can do it”, the MC excitedly asked the crowd.

“You got this Tammy”, a young meerkat yelled.

“I’m cheering for you Tammy, you can do it”, a mouse screamed from behind it’s mom.

Hearing this, the tigress grinned slyly and let out a boisterous belch, followed by a similarly loud fart. She had never received this kind of adulation before, and it felt glorious, almost as glorious as the food she was consuming.

“I, urp, can’t, belch, believe, brppp, people are behind me like this”, she thought as she made short work of the 35th pie before reaching for 36. This was the first time in a long-time people were showing her support, she wasn’t going to let them down.