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Cassidy was enjoying another lazy day, resting on the living room couch and savoring the post-stuffing bliss. He had just finished his last pack of cookies, after having eaten several of them throughout the afternoon. Feeling positively stuffed, with his round gut sticking far beyond what his robe was able to cover up, he felt ready to take a nap and sleep before it'd be time for dinner. As he was about to begin dozing off, however, his husband Hanzo walked into the living room, with something held in his hand.
“Dear, I have an idea. Look at this,” Hanzo spoke as he unravelled a piece of paper and held it up. It was a poster, colourful and eye-catching, advertising a community event happening in town.
Stifling a yawn, Cassidy responded, “Oh, ya wanna go, Han? Sure, seems like fun.”
Hanzo shook his head. “That is not my intention. Look.” He pointed to something at the corner of the poster. “There will be a pie eating competition present.” At that, Cassidy's attention perked up. “I heard from the person handing out the posters that they are looking for volunteers to bake the pies. I offered to help, as I thought that it could work as advertising for my bakery.” Hanzo then stepped closer and poked Cassidy's belly, his finger slightly sinking into the hairy skin. “And then I thought that you might want to take part in the competition. What do you think?”
Cassidy was all on board with that idea. Any opportunity to stuff himself like a maniac was one that he was willing to take. “Sign me right up, darlin’! I'll smoke everyone outta the water, ain't nobody better at eatin' than me in this town.”
Hearing that, Hanzo nodded. “That is what I was expecting. Well, the event is soon, so I need to go out and buy the ingredients for it. I will be back soon.” He headed to the door, but then turned back to say, “Oh, whilst I do not think you need the motivation, there is a money prize for winning. If you win, maybe you could buy yourself some more fitting clothes?” He said that last part with a teasing grin.
Cassidy simply laughed at that. “Darlin’, we both know ya prefer seein’ me in clothes that don't quite fit me. Let's me show off my asset well, right?” He then shook his wide gut with his hands, to demonstrate.
“Maybe you are right, love,” Hanzo responded
He left, leaving Cassidy to think about the competition. He would have gone in guns blazing just for the love of pie itself, but now that he knew there was money to win, he was definitely going to give it his all to become the eating champion. He already knew what he was going to spend the money on, too.
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It was the day of the eating competition, and the pair were at the event waiting to get started. Hanzo had spent the last two days baking up a cherry pie storm, making sure that there would be enough for everyone. He wasn't the only baker helping with the competition, but he had certainly baked up the biggest portion of pies. Meanwhile, Cassidy had spent the time prepping for the upcoming stuffing. In reality, though, it was less special preparation and more just the regular amount of eating he usually did on any other day. Still, he felt ready to crush all of his opponents and show everyone who the biggest eater here was.
Cassidy chose the clothes he was wearing today carefully. He saw the competition as a good opportunity to finally burst through one of his old plaid button-ups; it had been one of his favourites, but its days were clearly numbered as even now the buttons were straining around his midsection. With one good stuffing, Cassidy was sure he'd get the buttons to pop off. Of course, since he was in public, he was wearing a white undershirt underneath so that his whole gut wouldn't be exposed to everyone once he would burst out of his button-up. On the contrary, his jeans were quite loose, so that they wouldn't be a bother to him whilst he ate. He was quite lucky to be able to find jeans these days that even were able to fit him loosely, to be honest.
Cassidy waddled over to the judge of the competition to formally enter, who looked over his wide figure with wide eyes but didn't say anything. He let him join, so then Cassidy heaved his way up onto the stage, though the makeshift steps groaned heavily trying to bear his weight. He took the middle seat along the lengthy table and looked over at his opponents. There were a variety of other contestants, though they were all definitely less fat than him. He grinned wolfishly, knowing that he had this in the bag. This competition wasn't about who could eat a pie the quickest, but about who could eat the most pies. Because of this, he knew that only he could win.
From this vantage point, he could see that a small crowd had gathered to watch the competition. Usually he only let Hanzo watch him stuff himself, but this time he supposed he could let everyone watch the show. Suddenly, the large cherry pies were brought over on to the stage. They looked delicious and fresh, and Cassidy was ready to dig in, hoping that the ones he'd get to eat would be the ones Hanzo had made.
The judge came up on stage to announce the competition and explain all of the rules, and Cassidy half-listened to it. He was more focused on trying not to start eating early, as he was hungry and salivating at the dessert in front of him. Finally, the judge finished his spiel and the countdown started. Three... two... one... and the eating began.
Immediately the contestants dug in to their first pies. There were no forks provided, so Cassidy had to bring up the pie to his face and eat at it directly with his mouth. That was alright though, as over the years of his gaining he had gotten pretty good at eating greedily like this. His mouth was skilled, tearing chunks away from the crust, which were then swallowed and landing directly into his wanting stomach. He chewed at a rapid pace even though this wasn't a speed competition, purely because he wanted to get to the next pie quicker. He tried to not waste as much of the food as possible, however some cherry filling got smeared across his face or dropped down onto his shirt, which he couldn't do much about in the heat of the stuffing.
Cassidy was the first one to finish the first pie, but a quick glance around showed that the other contestants were near that milestone too. Without hesitation, he reached for the next pie and dug right in. From the first bite he took he could tell that this one had been made by Hanzo; the crust had a nicer texture and the pie filling was much sweeter. That alone was motivation enough for Cassidy to wolf down this pie even quicker than the first one. He bit and chewed and slurped up as much as possible, practically licking the pie tin clean once he was finished with it, before tossing it to the side and grabbing the next pie.
There was still room in his gut, he could tell, so he wasn't worried about finishing this pie either. On the other hand, he could tell that the other contestants were beginning to slow down and that made him feel cocky. Really, no one here would be able to be better at eating than him; he was the best at being a fatass and he was damn proud of it.
As he ate, the pressure around his gut increased, the buttons of his shirt digging into his skin more. He knew that very soon the shirt would burst wide open and was looking forward to it. He started eating away at his fourth cherry pie and the almost overwhelming sugary goodness informed him that this one had also been made by Hanzo. At that moment, he stole a quick glance at the crowd and was able to spot Hanzo near the back, who had a soft look on his face. When Cassidy locked eyes with him for just a second, he knew that his husband fully believed in him. And so, feeling even more motivated, he demolished the fourth pie with the quickest time so far.
At this point, a few contestants had already dropped out of the race, and as Cassidy made way on his fifth pie, even more dropped out. It was just two other people, but he knew that they would stop too. Instead of focusing on that, he gave all his attention to stuffing himself full of dessert. If he were not currently in public, he would have been able to deal with the growing tightness in his boxers. He was reaching the point in the feeding that he was getting aroused and would normally have himself or Hanzo jerk off the aching dick, but now was not the time. He continued eating and was able to finish the fifth pie.
At this point Cassidy was pretty stuffed. His gut rounded out far in front of him, impossibly round with all of the dessert stuffed in him. It's like he had eaten a three course meal in a matter of just ten minutes. His belly groaned out, still confined in his too-tight shirt, the buttons straining painfully against his fat midsection. All that Cassidy needed at the moment were some belly rubs, and from his peripheral vision he could tell that no one else was eating anymore. Technically, he could just stop now and win the competition.
But he didn't want to. He knew that he could eat more, to force more pie into his stomach until it was all tightly packed, and he wasn't going to stop until he would get to that point. He took the next pie and began eating again, like the greedy pig that he truly was. It was getting difficult, as there was so much fucking pie in him now, but he could see the end in site. His eating was getting pretty sloppy, as more pie filling got smeared across his beard and cheeks, but he kept chewing diligently at all the pie his greedy mouth could take in. With just a few more bites, he deemed himself as being totally full and dropped the empty pie tin.
“Ughh…” *UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP* “Fuck… tha’ was a lot…” muttered out Cassidy, after releasing an extremely loud burp. “Alright, I'm done… I think…”
The judge came up on the stage and shouted out to the crowd, “We have a winner! Cole Cassidy, who also set a new record today of finishing six pies in a row, is this year's pie eating champion!” A loud audience cheer could be heard then and Cassidy blushed a smidge at the attention, but also smiled. It felt good proving himself as the best eater in town.
He tried to lift his wide ass up and out of the chair, but he was truly full beyond measure and fit to burst. Instead, he took the time to note how he felt after such a big stuffing. His eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, as if he had gotten drunk. His legs were spread wide to accommodate his aching gut, though hopefully his still present erection wasn't visible underneath it. His gut hurt a bit and Cassidy felt just the tiniest bit remorseful about what he had put it through. To soothe his overworked belly, he took a hand to try and gently rub it, only to feel a pleasant surprise.
During his mindless gorging of the last pie, three of his shirt buttons had burst right off, letting the poor, strained fabric be relieved of its heavy burden. If that wasn't enough, the hem of his undershirt had risen up, exposing his gut past his belly button. All hopes of staying decent were squashed as everyone in the crowd could see the lower half of his hair-covered belly. Cassidy should probably have felt a little embarrassed, but he was riding on the high of his victory, of having finally burst through his shirt, and of all the pie he had demolished, so he couldn't bring himself to care.
Cassidy looked like a mess, but he knew that to a certain someone in the audience he appeared absolutely attractive. Which, speaking of, Hanzo at that moment made his way up to the stage and towards Cassidy. He came up to him and spoke, “You did it, love. I knew you had it in you.” Hanzo looked him up and down, then continued, “...I would kiss you, however… You did make quite a mess. Perhaps you can go collect your prize so we can head home and clean up?”
As he took his ruined shirt off, Cassidy replied, “Sounds like a plan.” He used the button up as a rag to wipe away a bit of the mess on his face, because really the shirt would no longer have any other use for him. “Let me just, oof…” He tried getting up, but thankfully a strong arm was offered which Cassidy took to pull himself up. “Thanks, sweetheart. I weigh a bit too much now, huh?”
He knew that neither of them believed that.
Cassidy waddled over to the event organiser, not minding that his half-exposed gut swayed about as he walked and likely drew attention to him. He collected his cheque and returned to Hanzo so that he could leave and hopefully spend the rest of the day relaxing in bed; his poor gut needed that badly.
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Thankfully, he got his wish. Cassidy was splayed across the bed naked, with all that sugar and fat he had gorged on churning in his stomach and turning into more wonderful blubber. A small smile found its way on to his lips. He couldn't wait to find out how much he weighed after today, knowing that today was a milestone for his gaining. Six pies in a row he had eaten!
Hanzo was beside him, caressing his gut gently with his fingers and playing with the body hair. He asked, “So, have you considered what you will do with the money you earned? Perhaps even more food for your growing stomach?”
Cassidy huffed out a laugh. “Ha, that's temptin’, darlin', but nah. I thought, maybe ya wanted the cash instead?” He turned his gaze to look directly at Hanzo. “Heard ya mentionin’ a few days ago ‘bout how you wanted to spend some money on advertisin’ for ya bakery. Why not use this money then?”
Hanzo’s eyes grew wide hearing that. “Are you sure? It is your money after all…”
“I'm positive. Ya have a fatass husband who only eats all day, but at least his eating earned ya some money this time.” Cassidy pulled Hanzo right up close to his bulk. “Let me do this for ya, ok?” he murmured to Hanzo.
The other man relented. “Alright. In exchange, I will bake something for you... How does a cherry pie sound?”
Cassidy barked out a loud laugh at that. “Oh, God, please no! The pies were delicious, yours especially, but I ain't stomachin’ another pie for a while to come. I've had my fill for now.” He gave his tight drum of a gut a hearty slap. “Somethin’ else, maybe?”
“Hmm. A cake, then?”
Cassidy pressed his lips to Hanzo’s forehead and gave a quick kiss, eternally grateful to have a husband like this. “Now you're talkin’.”