Fairground Fattening Pt9

Hey everyone. So here it is, this is the remainder of the sequence of my work with Volkenfox. It was not the easiest timeline, which is my own fault, but I'm glad I was able to get it done on Halloween.

I hope you all enjoy it. 

Thanks. 

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As it got closer to 5pm, most of the people that had been circling the fairgrounds seemed to leave, or just go to locations that weren’t centered around the food stands. This allowed Tamara to roam about freely, making her way to each one with little effort (well, at least in the sense of having to wait). She was able to get her fill at most of these places without worry about someone else wanting something to eat; there really wasn’t anyone else around.

After getting her meatball sub, and then a second and third, Tamara’s appetite seemed to have picked up steam, which was hard to imagine. 416 pounds became 450, then 500, and now 543 pounds of tiger was standing by herself, putting the finishing touches on her third turkey leg. She slurped the remainder of the meat off of the bone, and threw it in the trash before she let out a massive burp, one that reverberated around even this large of an area.

Her enjoyment was short lived however, as the second she put her arms back at her side, she felt a vibration from the only pocket the dress had.

“Huh, what’s, arpppp, that?”

She picked up her flip phone (with her funds as low as they were, there was no way she could afford an iPhone or an android) to see that she was getting a call from an unknown number. She thought about not answering, but then figured it might be about her car, so she did so.

“Hello?”

“Tammy? Dale. It’s almost 5 and I don’t see ya anywhere near the stage! Ya gotta hurry!”

“Whu, Dale? What’s wrong? You said meet you at 5, it’s still only 4:35 she replied, before idly scratching her hanging belly.

“Registration closes in a few minutes! I can get ya an extra minute or two, but ya gots to hurry! Get to moving sweetheart!”

He hung up the phone and Tamara was utterly confused. She had no clue why he was rushing her when all day he had told her she should just relax and enjoy herself and not think about her run down car. Now he was making her rush?

“This, pant, better be worth it”, she said as she began waddling towards the stage in the middle of the fair.

*

She had walked with a sense of urgency and purpose that she had not had since she arrived when her car first broke down. Doing so had allowed her to get to the stage in only fifteen minutes, but it had not been easy. She was not used to carrying almost five times her old weight around, and all the walking had left her sore, tired, and very winded. It also made her quite sweaty and her dress clung to her body even more tightly, though that was also because she was almost the exact right size to be wearing it.

She made it right to the edge of the stage and the stairs, when she heard her phone ring once more. Panting, she picked it up with one hand and with the other she gripped the banister and took a slow, ponderous step up the stairs.

“Huff, Dale? Hold, whew, hold your horses. I’m, gasp, walking up the stairs now.”

“I know hun, but ya gotta hurry! They might start without ya, and we surely don’t want that!”

“Wait, start what?”

Tamara finally got to the top of the steps and took a moment to rest. She was completely out of breath and felt like she had just run ten marathons, when she hadn’t even walked a quarter of a mile. Her fitness level was completely gone as her past now showed that she had never worked out a day after high school. She had gone to college and, while trying to get good grades, had become a stress eater. It also didn’t help that the only place hiring was the local burger joint, so she had free range to eat her worries away. It’s why she gained 50 pounds freshman year, then 82 sophomore year, another 70 junior year, and finally a 100 senior year.

Of course coming home weighing over 400 pounds was enough to make her parents want next to nothing to do with her. Her dad had at first tried getting her a job but she did not have the grades or the skill to get anything good. She had barely graduated college after all, and she was far too lazy to put in the extra effort at any job. So, her parents were at a loss as to what to do with her.

None of that mattered though as when Tamara looked to her right, she saw Dale standing over a large table, with furs all around him. He was frantically waving her over, hoping she would get the point and would continue to hurry. She did not even put her phone away and just waddled towards the mechanic, hoping he would explain why she had to hurry and stop eating such delicious food.

“Da-Dale. Why, why you got me rushing around like my house is on fire? I, whew, I can’t move that great ya know. I’m not exactly a star athlete!”

She punched his arm playfully, as if the two had been friends for a long time. Even with all the changes that had happened since that morning, the overall storyline had not. Tamara was still driving when her car broke down and Dale offered to help. Tamara was just a much more outgoing and friendly person now, so she felt she could get away with things like this. Dale didn’t seem to mind at all as he just patted her shoulder in response.

“Sorry to do that to ya Tam, but the contest is about to start and I know you wanted to make some money to pay for me fixing ya car. So, needed ya to get here and register!”

Tamara was still confused and looked at him with a puzzled look. That look faded however when she got a whiff of chocolate and cream coming from behind her and to the sides. She looked around to see that a few furs were bringing out what appeared to be chocolate cream pies and placing them around her and the furs that had been to both sides of Dale. She licked her lips but then her confusion returned.

“Wait, is this some kinda pie eating contest or somethin” she asked, leaving off letters on some words and generally talking much less refined. “I may like to eat, but I don’t wanna put that on display for the world to see!”

She thought about leaving, but the wolf clutched her puffy hand and smiled at her. Something in that smile made her want to stay, even though she couldn’t explain why.

“C’mon Tammy. We both know ya can whip all these guys round here. And, first place is one thousand dollars. That’ll cover most of the repairs on ya car! What do ya say?”

Tamara thought about it for a minute, knowing what he was saying was true. She probably could afford to pay him to fix her car, but she’d have next to no money afterwards. And she still needed to get to Florida, though her reason for why was becoming harder and harder to discern; she just knew it was important. A thousand bucks would give her some breathing room, even if things went south.

“So, Tammy? Am I telling the stagehand ya in?”

The overstuffed woman just nodded her head in agreement before her stomach gurgled audibly. It filled her with an odd sense of pride and confidence as she prepared for “battle”. She placed her dimpled and cellulite encased ass cheeks on two wooden stools and handed the wolf her phone. She wasn’t going to need it anytime soon.

“Let’s do this”, she said confidently.

The wolf grinned mischievously and walked away, completely forgetting to talk to the stage hand. He had already signed her up and knew she wouldn’t object, even without his little speech. She was too far gone in the change to ever go back. Now, it was just a question as to how much farther she would take things.