Conveniently, the moth says she's actually already there in one of the private cinemas! As meulin is ushered into the back by one of the staff, she finds, uh, okay this is gonna be very hard to explain
Firstly, the moth is reclined on a semi-circular couch at what looks like about 700lbs. Secondly, I lied because she looked much heavier than that due to the beachball sized belly she's rocking, steady growing due to what's Thirdly, the hose leading from an opening in the floor and into the moth's mouth. Oh, yeah, also Fourthly her eyes look like they're glowing slightly. This will be important for logistics later.
The moth looks at Meulin and pulls the hose out of her mouth before once again boasting about her soon-to-be victory, saying that she's finally figured out how to become bottomless.
Then, a list of incredibly funny events take place. Firstly, the moth out her phone, and stares intently at two different images, and then rolls onto the floor, belly above her head. Then, she drinks a single 330ml can of Sprite.
Instantly, her whole body begins rising, her midsection growing to consume the ground beneath her, her ass blimping to touch the ceiling, and all her limbs getting sucked into her body. Her torso ends up enveloping both sides of the room, completely blocking the way out (Don't worry there's a food delivery system in the floorboards or whatever) and completely enveloping her half of the room. Before Meulin can fully process this, a bag of 10 hotdogs is dropped from the ceiling, and, with the power of psionics, the moth psychically opens the bag and shoots all of the hotdogs into her mouth, as she furiously salivates, waiting for Meulin to finish her's.
(^・x・^) OH! UM... OKAY, HI!
Meu's a little surprised by all this, and briefly wonders how filling the room is supposed to give her an advantage in an eating competition. She shrugs, and resigned to being trapped inside with her competitor, casually stuffs what feels like a minuscule number of hot dogs into her mouth.
As she waits for the next delivery, she glances over at the moth, and remembers the cognitohazard from before. She briefly considers making use of it, but beating her without that would be even more of a flex, so she decides not to. Besides, how is she supposed to enjoy the food if she can't think too well?
The moth's body, still expanding a little, pushes in on Meulin, forcing out a belch from the soda she brought in with her. She remembers how she needed help to get that soda in her, and briefly wonders if psionics might help...
...wait, didn't she have some ghost hands?
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