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How much food is Wicke able to pack away?
"A little too much, some would say. Although, it goes without saying, that's just the price paid for living deliciously. Fortunately, the Foundation snack bar is free, so I don't have to pay the actual price, either!"
Nobody:
Absolutely nobody:
Escargoon: YOU'D BETTER GET IT WITH A MONEY BACK GUARANTEE!!!!
}!{ Misty, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny and Jessie
"Muahahaha~! Our latest plan can't possibly fail!" Team Rocket, as always, was up to no good again. But this time, unlike all those other times, this one was a guaranteed win!
Jessie snickered as she unwrapped another lava cookie and bit into it. She, James, and Meowth had managed to get a whole case of these for half off. They were fake lava cookies, naturally, importing the real deal from Hoenn cost a pretty penny, but not that anyone in Kanto would know the difference!
The only issue was that they needed to be unwrapped first, as they were packaged as 'Magma Cookies'. Shoving them into some cheap packaging and upselling them, that was the scheme, though, unfortunately, it fell to Jessie to unwrap.
She crunched into another cookie. Even though she was technically eating her own stock, the case had well over a thousand cookies in it. Besides, it was mostly a reflex: after unwrapping a cookie, her natural reaction was to eat it.
Fortunately, she remembered to not do that for most of them, but the round, stuffed gut jutting out, free to the world, still gave clues as to how many she had munched on along the way. If it wasn't already exposed by her cropped top, that belly would have peeked through.
However, she hadn't even noticed. Jessie was feeling too victorious, too smart for her own good. And, as she took a bite out of another cookie, one black-gloved hand fell to her packed stomach, rubbing along its cookie-packed sides.
"Ohohoho~! It's so hard being the brains of the operation, but somebody's gotta do it!"
Wickle, did your belly stuffed form eating?
“Urgh... I was pulling an all-nighter to file these reports, and the only thing I can really do while dealing with that is snacking... at least I don’t have to worry about dinner.”
The crowd cheers Wicke on as the Snorlax yawns and starts to lean back. Looks like its tummy is satisfied, and it's ready for a nap. But the Swimmer is having fun helping Wicke eat, so whether or not either of them notices is hard to say.
Wicke was far too gone, not to mention in a poor position to keep an eye on the Snorlax. Although cheers rang out, and, Arceus bless, Wicke had actually, legitimately, no tricks (aside from the oh-so-helpful Swimmer's assist) beaten a Snorlax at chowing the absolute hell down. Heck, she could probably nap harder now than any Snorlax ever had before, but that would have to wait; as far as she knew, it was munch time.
The overindulged belly, a pale orb tinged with red, grrwbled and glnked ominously, the thing resembling an oversized, taut egg that was just about the same size as the rest of her. As she laid, it sat next to her, well beyond enough girth to prop itself comfortably up next to her instead of hanging off of her... not to say it wasn't weighing her down, though. Maybe that nap would have to be in place...
"You can do it, miss!" The swimmer hiccups, her tummy squishing against Wicke's as she keeps stuffing the woman. The Snorlax near them seems to be slowing down, finally. Wicke might be able to outeat the Snorlax!
It was a long time coming. After peeling away her self-doubt and successfully shutting down any part of her mind that wasn't dedicated to dining and breathing, she not only had beaten the rest of the people in the competition, but she was quickly closing in on the Snorlax, the undisputed supreme diner to put all others to shame... well, barring, like, Swalot and Guzzlord, but this isn't about them!
What the scientist, still trying to jam anything in arm's reach into her mouth, had to show for it was an utterly beyond-all-reason pale mass hanging off of her, the taut, somewhat-reddened skin on the bottom of her gut scraping against her ground. The mass quivered, poor stomach brought straight past any conceivable fullness. If Wicke had been thinking about it, she'd be trying to figure out a way to lug her dense belly around after all was said and done, but that was a question for a future her.
Now, it was the climax of the competition, even if she was so stuffed that it was physically difficult to even make room. After all, there really wasn't any left. Nonetheless, she persevered. It was for charity, after all!
The Swimmer starts picking up the slack as Wicke's arms reach their limit. Her enormous belly is an impressive monument to dedication and gluttony, but it IS starting to be in the way. Her partner slowly heaves her around, putting her belly off to the side so she can sit closer to the table, before shoving three cupcakes into Wicke's lips.
Even as Wicke was shoved into place, she would continue reaching over, jamming more and more down into her cannonball-dense gut, which was trying its damnedest to work at processing this packed mass. However, the Swimmer proved indispensable, helping heave that overstuffed middle aside. Less time spent fiddling with that, less space between her and the table, more and faster she could eat. Although she wasn't giving any thought to it, optimization came naturally to Wicke.
"Ghhomph! Mmph! Nomf!" Those cupcakes were the latest casualty, lost along with many others down into the black hole that was her stomach. Hell, based on how compact and heavy it was, visibly weighting her down, it might as well have been.
The Snorlax is still going strong, to no one's surprise. Can Wicke keep it up, as her stomach stretches out, squeezing out all the gas it has inside?
"BWWWoooouuuRRP!"
If Wicke wasn't all-consumed with consuming all, then she might have had the thought, 'Wow! This is preposterous, I can't out-eat a Snorlax! I should tap out now, and preserve my dignity and waistline.'
But that was the key thing: Wicke wasn't thinking, she was doing. And what she was doing was hoovering up every spare scrap and morsel available, assisted by her Swimmer companion.
The scientist's dress, which was far-gone by now, was pushed further and further down by her mammoth, dense-packed globe of a belly. Far beyond lap-filling, her belly-button was touching the edge of the table, and she wasn't super close to it, either! The rock-solid gut, creamy white flesh stretched taut, was honestly something to behold.
Of course, this made eating more and more cumbersome. As she was bumping up against the table (or, rather, a part of her was), she had to scoot back, bringing more and more of the withering pile of food further away. Her arms could only stretch so far, and that boulder of a belly was testing her!
At least the Swimmer was here. "OooowuuuUurp." Her belching had slowed down, too. After all, there was only so much air left inside her, a solidmass of food forming where it all used to be.
