Inspired by a suggestion of two outlaws being unable to duel thanks to how stuffed they were, I wrote a second Western themed story! Includes lots of eating, big bellies, and the obvious results of incredible gluttony.

Nathan and Noah trick two outlaws into gorging on food in order to prevent a duel in their small town...

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Gluttonous Showdown
By: Indi

The belly bump that interrupted the relative peace of main street may not have been loud, but it was certainly impactful. A rattlesnake and a horse both stumbled back, their rotund middles still wobbling faintly. Each had a posse behind them, not a single lean figure amongst them. Nearby townsfolk began to cautiously take cover before even the first word was said, already expecting the worst. After all, no good ever came of the Decker and Ward Gangs clashing.

The rattlesnake’s thick tail jiggled as it rattled menacingly, flicking his tongue out and hissing at the horse he’d run into. “Out of the way, Ward! This is our half of the street!”

The horse spat on the ground and snorted. “Decker you ain’t worthy of an alley let alone a street!”

“Why don’t we settle this once and for all with a duel!” Decker grinned, the other snakes of his gang nodding in approval. “Winner gets the free reign of the town, loser ends up in the ground.”

“Thought you’d be too chicken to ask!” Ward shot back, the horses behind him letting out confident whinnies.

A chubby hoof and claw were inching towards revolvers. Before a move could be made, though, two stomachs rumbled loudly. Decker and Ward both blushed, shooting a glance down towards their bellies.

“Hmph, would be a shame to delay lunch dealing with trash like you,” Decker grumbled. “But once I’ve had my fill I’ll be filling you with lead!”

“Ha! Like you’ll be able to hit my broadside even after I’ve had lunch! Better enjoy your last meal Decker!”

The two outlaws and their respective gangs meandered towards saloons on opposite ends of the street, exchanging taunts until they were all out of sight.

Leaning against the wall of the general store were two hefty arctic foxes, impossible to tell apart aside from their clothes. Each had a worn silver star on their chest.

“Well that was a close one,” Noah, the slightly fatter of the twins, said.

“I don’t think a bite to eat is gonna make them forget about that duel, though,” said Nathan. “Man, being deputies was supposed to be easy, why did these two bozos have to waddle in and ruin everything?”

“Well they’re only gonna make it tougher if they start a shootout. Guess we gotta trick ‘em into doing something else.”

The twins split up, Noah following after Decker and Nathan after Ward, neither entirely sure of how they were going to solve the situation.

When Noah entered the saloon Decker was already two drinks in with his gang, having laid claim to a trio of tables. The rattlesnake looked up at Noah, suspicious but tipsy. “Ugh, one of the snow balls. Duels ain’t illegal, and don’t go trying to say otherwise!”

A large platter of food was left on the table, and Noah knew it was probably all for Decker. Suddenly an idea entered his head, an odd one but the only one he had. “Eh, it’s not gonna be much of a duel. You’re clearly better than Ward—and not just at shooting, either. I was half expecting that small fry to fall over after slamming into that boulder of a belly you got.”

Decker finished chomping down on his toast. “A little bit more force and he would’ve! Ain’t no bigger gut in the region, not with how well I’ve nurtured it.” The rattlesnake gave his middle a proud squeeze and wobble, showing off how round and doughy it was.

“Won’t hear me disagreeing with that! Still, I can’t believe he once actually downed this whole place’s menu in one sitting. Course, I’m sure you could, too.”

“Of course I could! I’m twice the glutton he is!” Decker emptied off a plate to prove it. “Hell, I’ll beat his record right now, just to see the fury in his eyes when I waddle out and tell him about stealing the only legacy he’s got!”

The rattlesnake quickly got the attention of a waiter, demanding the whole menu and then some. Noah was genuinely surprised his ploy was working. If Decker ate himself into a food coma he wouldn’t be able to duel Ward, at least delaying the inevitable. He decided to order a sizable meal as well, both to sate his own appetite and tempt the rattlesnake with if need be.

Fortunately for Noah, Decker was a natural glutton. A whole platter of food was already vanquished, along with numerous glasses of beer. His belly was taut and rounder, straining his shirt and sitting in his lap. The rattlesnake didn’t look the least bit full, and welcomed the next wave of food with the attitude of someone who’d been starving for weeks. His gang cheered him on every step of the way, sneaking bites whenever they could and passing more to Decker if not.

It was a contagious gluttony, and Noah found himself caught up in the atmosphere himself. All around bellies were growing and food vanishing, the saloon struggling to keep up with the ridiculous appetites of its patrons. Belts were undone, buttons popped, shirts lifted up, and guts exposed.

One-by-one the members of Decker’s gang passed out, utterly stuffed. They lay on the floor or in their chairs, groaning and smiling and rubbing their bellies on instinct. Meanwhile Decker’s gut was almost larger than all of them combined. The massive mound of scale and fat had pushed away the table, forcing Decker to use his tail to nudge food forwards when the staff weren’t fast enough. Gorging had tired him some, yet he didn’t look ready to quit.

Noah would’ve been impressed if Decker wasn’t such a regular nuisance. The fox’s middle wasn’t as big around, but he’d still out-eaten the rest of the gang easily. He was also trying to hold back to ensure as much food as possible ended up in Decker, who was looking less and less mobile. As he continued to eat, he hoped Nathan was having similar luck with Ward.

At the other saloon, a short while before, Nathan had found Ward and his gang drinking and eating as well. By sheer chance he noticed Ward jealously eyeing the gut of a blubbery deer at the bar. It didn’t take long for him to think of a way to take advantage of the odd information.

“Ya know Ward, I’m thinking I should probably make a bet on Decker so I can make
a quick buck.” Nathan loomed over the horse’s table.

“Why don’t you bet everything you’ve got, just so I can laugh at you being penniless once I’ve put down that rattling pair of boots!” Ward crammed some more food into his mouth and washed it down with beer.

“Hey now, no need to get mad. It’s just that Decker’s more imposing than you. He’s got a couple dozen pounds on ya at least, probably more if he’s over stuffing himself with lunch right now.” The fox had no way of knowing how right he actually was at that moment. “Hell, I’m a lazy deputy and even I come off as more imposing than ya.” Nathan stuck out his gut a little.

“Bullshit! I could out-eat and out-weight both of ya—I’ve just been busy, that’s all!”

“Then prove it! Let’s have a little duel of our own before Decker wins the important one. Whoever eats the most wins.”

There was no hesitation when Ward accepted the challenge. The rest of the gang cleared the table, and eventually plate after plate of food was delivered. They wasted little time diving in.

Like Noah, Nathan had a near bottomless appetite himself. He felt confident he could eat Ward under the table, but his goal was to leave the horse immobilized, not beat him. He had to adjust his eating speed so he wasn’t always ahead, but never far behind, ensuring Ward continued gorging. Oddly enough the arctic fox found the endeavor fun. He even egged on the other gang members to join in just to watch their bellies swell, too.

The mood in Nathan’s saloon was far more competitive than Noah’s, and the gluttony just as intense. Nathan watched Ward’s middle steadily spread across his lap, then against and over the table, a fearsome dome of gray comparable to his white one. Both dwarfed the gang members, who could barely manage a ball belly before throwing in the towel and resting.

Well past noon the outlaws and deputies gorged. Chairs creaked and plates clattered, bellies rumbling as they grew heavy and round. The duel was nearly forgotten. All that mattered was the food.

Decker pushed away his final plate. The rattlesnake had eaten far more than just one of everything, but it’d been easy for Noah to trick him into eating extra during the feeding frenzy. His scaley belly was massive, so large Decker could barely see over it.

“Damn menu was—uorrrrrrp—bigger than I thought,” Decker groaned. “Ward better not have fled town while I was having my fill!”

To Noah’s surprise, the rattlesnake actually managed to stand up, though it took considerable effort. Decker staggered as he held up his enormous middle, then began slowly waddling towards the exit. Not much smaller himself, Noah struggled to stand, the stuffed arctic fox well behind the outlaw.

Elsewhere, Ward was claiming victory over Nathan. The engorged horse’s belly bounced as he laughed in triumph, unaware his opponent had purposely given up the moment he thought he was immobile.

“No one’s a bigger eater than me—bwarrrrrrrrrp!” Ward bellowed. “Can’t wait to see Decker cower before my gut—if he didn’t just fly the coop like the chicken he is!”

As the horse steadily rose out of his seat the table was flipped over, leaving Nathan stunned. He’d either miscalculated Ward’s strength or his stubborn desire to beat Decker. Either way his plan was suddenly falling apart.

Decker and Ward waddled closer and closer to the exits. They spotted each other from afar and began stomping forwards. Both reached the doors simultaneously, gut’s preceding them, ready to finally end their feud for good. Neither made it more than a foot or so before their massive middles ended up wedged tight.

They grunted and pushed, but didn’t budge. Both had simply eaten too much to leave their respective saloons.

“J-Just you wait, Ward!” Decker shouted, the snake trying his hardest to wiggle through. “I’ll be burying ya the second I’m free!”

“Ha! There’s not a coffin in town wide enough to handle me! Bet I could find one small enough for you, though!”

“As if! I’m so fat I could just belly flop on ya and drive ya six feet under!” Decker hissed. “Nothing’s fatter than a hungry snake!”

“Give me a day and I could get fat enough to flatten the whole town! A hungry hoss with a bottomless barrel belly is unbeatable!”

While Decker and Ward bickered back and forth, Noah and Nathan slowly waddled out the rear entrances of the saloons and met up again near the general store.

Noah looked at the outlaws, and then over at his twin’s gut. “Guess great minds think alike.”

“Or just ravenous ones!”

The stuffed arctic foxes laughed, large bellies wobbling in unison.

“So,” Noah asked, “want to grab second lunch?”

“Of course! Had to hold back, so I’m still hankering for more. Guess we finally have an excuse to try the saloon across town now.” Nathan replied.

With their mission complete and the town safe—at least momentarily—Noah and Nathan lugged their heavy middles towards their next meals, the arctic foxes already eager for more food.