Before she could check out the blonde tubby man, there was the other contest she had to judge.
Now, Dahlia was no stranger to the fairer sex (as her frequent college girlfriends could attest to) but when it came to packing on the pounds, she had preferred embiggening boys.
But she still liked to eat the eye candy that was girls who had way too much real candy.
Four women took their place at the table, ribs, wings, and all the rest ready to be slurped down.
Leanne Frank was an Abercrombie staple. The blonde stay at home mother of two was famous for her backyard parties, holiday gatherings, and biweekly book clubs. The fact that all these events involved copious calories had led to Leanne’s belly cutting into the table in front of her.
Sarah Sangha was a second generation Pakistani-American who used to be a professional soccer player. A career ending injury led her to moving in with her retired mom, who, based on how much her thighs spilled over the chair, had been keeping her very well fed.
Rebecca Carise was the local actress, the raven haired buxom beauty having only found success in ads that focused on her calcium cannons. She acted like she was too good to be here, but the looks she was giving the meat and the fact that her shorts were already unbuttoned, she was just as much a glutton as the rest of them.
And the last person Dahlia was surprised to see outside. Kaylee Yeng, the daughter, granddaughter or something, of a high ranking member of the Yeng family, was not one who usually left her room in the estate paid for by her family. Her hair was done up in ponytails, one half dyed pink the other dyed an iridescent turquoise.
The gargantuan goth barely interacted with the rest of Abercrombie, preferring to sit behind her computer screen. Her mother, a sleight and petite former Japanese model, had hired Dahlia to come to the house and get her to at least do some small exercises, but all they really did was some small stretches.
“Okay, let’s get ready!” Marni the announcer said, holding up three fingers. As she retracted them, the crowd counted down.
“One, two, three!”
As soon as three was declared, the four gluttons did what they did best.
Eat.
Rebecca fell out quickly, focusing more on making sure the cameras got her good side, followed by Sarah, who was unused to such heavy American fare.
That left Leanne and Kaylee, and they were neck and neck.
Kaylee was the fatter woman, but Leanne had more experience eating quicker.
In the end, one chicken wing determined the winner. The loser couldn’t eat another bite.
“Kaylee Yeng is your barbecue queen!”
The goth leaned back, mouth covered in sauce.
Dahlia helped her up, straining a little with the heavy young woman.
“Here, your crown.” She placed the paper crown on the Asian woman’s head.
She helped Kaylee over to her proud looking mother, taking a few subtle pinches of belly fat.
After that, she returned to her spot near the festival entrance, acting as an enticing sight for anyone thinking of entering.
Just as she was getting there, her phone buzzed. She looked down and saw it was…
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