Art by me.
Lil story by  TechzAtles

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It was a warm day, the fair was set up with the aromatic wafts of local food. Grills, roasts, sweets and treats. The place was alive with the bustling with folks seeing what rides and attractions they could jump onto. It was no mistake, the carnivals were always undefeated in scope and scale.

Talking about scales, there was a rather large stage and a long table set up. The banner fluttered above as the contestants rose... and jiggled to the stage. Be it scaly, fuzzy, blubbery or more, there was no denying one thing about the contestants that parked themselves on the creaking seats. Not one of them could keep their shirts from riding up. Nor could most of them reach back to hike up those straining pants. There were mumbles from the crowd, a mix of confusion and adoration. Nobody could quite guess which glutton would be first over the line. Though some had bets on the biggest reptile there.

"Contestants ready?"

Blubbery arms rose. Some faster than others as contestants ranged from on the button to laid back and in it for the fun. Each was ready though, the stage groaning as tens of thousands of pounds leaned forth over a buffet fit to feed a hundred.

"Ready... Start!"

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Edge of the seats, down to the wire. One by one, fatasses left and right had given up, dozens and tens of hotdogs and burgers away from glory. Only a few had made it to the finishing stretch and even then, only two stretched out far enough to reach the finish. It was unbelievable. People muttered and swore, cheered and called out. It was neck and neck for the last two, a towering Charizard of unrivalled height and a Zoroark who seemed endless in appetite. The chairs were kicked back, both contestants not wanting to risk ending on their back as they kept on gulping, the weight of churning food in them immense.

"And the winner is..."

Nobody could quite believe it. With a claw pushing down, the last hotdog slid down that obese, fluffy gullet. The bulge travelled south and with a small hurk and a gulp, it vanished. The poor Charizard was left there, panting, grunting and barely keeping down the disgusting volume of amalgamated meats, creams and calories.

"Sarah!"

The announcement was called, the crowd bursting into applause, agasp mutters at the final total and a mix of mumbled about what they'd both do with themselves, win or lose. There was a wave from the fat fox, her other paw plucking a smoothie from a quitter's pile. She slotted it into her bust and placed the straw in her muzzle, washing down the buffet with a light sip and a hefty belch. She gave the struggling Charlie a pat on the back, his own tight middle seemingly straining as his paws sat against the bloated mass.

"Better luck next time, big guy." Sarah assured, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. He might have been beat but both were still getting a prize out of the competition, cash and a shiny little trophy each. Charlie could barely move to hoist the thing in one hand, Sarah holding hers with a little smile on her muzzle. Safe to say she was chuffed with the outcome, even if she had never planned to win over getting a free dinner. With all said and done, they both moved to leave the stage, Sarah's midsection audibly shifting and sloshing, the Zard trying his toes at a step though soon let out a grunt of discomfort.

"Oh, c'mon, big guy! You're being a bit dramatic..."