Wanted to write some simple gluttony and was in a skater mood, so I combined the two! Because hefty skate boarders are incredibly good. Involves a lot of gorging and implied inevitable weight-gain!

Jet and Clyde go from matching skate tricks to matching meals as an impromptu eating competition begins...

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Matching Tricks and Meals
By: Indi

As his board left the rail and landed cleanly on the concrete of the nearby sidewalk, Jet grinned. The slim, black and white-spotted cheetah raised his arms in victory. He rolled past a frowning, cream-colored horse, and walked off his skateboard. “And yet again I’ve matched your trick on the first try, Clyde,” he gloated.

Clyde rolled his eyes. “Oh whatever, dude. I didn’t even try anything complicated, just basic shit.”

“That’s not what you were saying about the last half-dozen tricks.” While the two were friends—and roommates—they could get incredibly competitive at times, especially when skateboarding was involved. Clyde’s boasting and Jet’s cockiness always caused squabbles to escalate, and that day was no different.

The horse was just about to counter back with another trick idea, before he was stopped by his grumbling stomach. They’d missed lunch, and it was getting close to dinner. Clyde’s appetite could be a bit more demanding than his friend’s—a reason he’d gotten a little plump over the years. “Ugh, let’s just grab burgers. Waiting on you made me hungry.”

Jet shrugged. “Sounds good to me. I guess effortlessly pulling off your tricks has made me peckish.”

The pair got on their boards and made their way to a burger joint within sight of the skate park. Clyde was the first to order, grabbing a sizable combo and a shake. It was a bit much, but he needed the comfort food. He was expecting Jet to get his usual, but instead he repeated Clyde’s order, exactly. His look of confusion was met with a smug grin from Jet.

“Matching your tricks was fun, so I thought I’d match your meal as well. You can’t escape the game that easily.” Jet smirked.

Clyde snorted, but didn’t say a word, trotting over to an empty booth with Jet close behind. Things calmed down as they ate, Jet matching Clyde bite-for-bite despite being smaller. But as soon as they were finished Jet started gloating again. “Hah, even that was easy, and I barely ever eat that much!”

“Well that’s a shame, cause I’m going for seconds!” Clyde got up and hurried back to the counter, ordering a couple more burgers off the menu. He wasn’t really hungry anymore, but he needed to shut Jet up somehow. But then the cheetah was suddenly swooping in after him and copying his order again.

“Just because you’re chubbier doesn’t mean you can out eat me,” Jet teased.

“Yeah right, you’ll be giving up before you even make it half-way through another burger, twig!”

When the second round of burgers arrived, both friends swiftly and aggressively dug in. They didn’t bother savoring the food, caring only about finishing before the other. The results were the same as before, with Clyde and Jet each tossing aside two crumpled burger wrappers simultaneously.

Clyde wasn’t ready to give up. “Thirds!” In a fury the horse ordered two more combos, more food than he thought even he could eat. The order didn’t intimidate Jet in the least, who copied him exactly, much to the confusion of the employees.

From then on it became a full blown eating contest. Horse and cheetah were stuffing themselves, scarfing down food like never before. They shrugged off all thoughts of fullness and calories. The only prize was bragging rights, and that’s all either needed.

The gorging was causing their bellies to swell a little, rounding out and peeking from under their shirts. Burgers, fries, shakes, and soda, all crammed into their growing middles. Jet continued to keep up, so Clyde continued to order food, combo after combo after fattening combo. The kitchen was working non-stop to handle the absurd appetites of the pair, who would waddle over every few minutes demanding even bigger meals than before.

Clyde and Jet were starting to look insatiable. Shirts rode up, revealing round bellies that wobbled as they ate. Both soon swelled up against the table, nudging it back some to make more room. They tore through every combo meal. Then the value menu. Then the all-day breakfast menu.

After a solid, gluttonous hour, Clyde was stuffed and furious. His belly was a large cream dome that sat heavy in his lap. He didn’t really care about how much he’d eaten—just that Jet had somehow matched him the entire time. While they’d eaten the exact same amount—soda refills included—Jet’s lean frame made his belly stand out more than Clydes. The feline gave his a happy pat, and covered up a small belch with his paw.

“Can’t even out-eat me, tsk-tsk,” Jet said. “Just accept the fact you won’t be able to beat me, bro.”

“Oh as if!” Clyde snapped back. “You got lucky with burgers, but I know I can plow through pizza faster than you. I’m sure as hell never the one who makes a medium pizza last for days in our fridge!” The horse wiggled out of the booth, stumbling a bit as his belly bounced from side-to-side. He made a passing effort to pull down his shirt and cover his gut, but it rolled back up every time.

Jet slid out after him, his waddling more pronounced. “If you want to lose to me in pizza go right ahead!”

Once they were outside the burger joint they got back on their boards, both relieved to not have to waddle the whole way to the pizza place down the block. The sight of the two skaters, bellies jiggling as they rode, caught the eyes of every passerby. And of course those of the cashier in the pizza joint as well.

Clyde went all out right away, ordering the largest pizza available and loading it with every topping. He also nabbed a side of chicken bites and brownies. Of course Jet matched him. The wait for pizza was slightly longer, which gave them plenty of time to snack on bread sticks and boast.

“I’m gonna be the only one waddling out of here after this,” Clyde said, busy chugging a two liter of soda he’d bought.

“Only because I’ll be too wide to fit through the doors after eating twice as much as you do,” Jet countered, already half-way through his own soda.

When the pizza arrived, they ate two pieces at a time. Neither slowed down, bellies swelling in unison as they glutted, filling their laps and threatening to spill over the table. They were having to lean over their own bulging middles just to reach food, grunting and wiggling the entire time. In record time the food was annihilated.

Clyde and Jet were left huffing and puffing, groaning on occasion as they leaned back in the booth, sunken in under the weight of their swollen bellies.

“How are you—urrp—finding room to fit everything!” Clyde demanded. He was beginning to wish he had a feedbag, just so he could stuff himself quicker.

“Same to you, barn burster,” Jet was a bit better at catching his belches, which were still strong enough to shake his gut. “Maybe we should just admit it’s a tie and call it a night.”

“Sounds like you finally ran out of room!” Clyde smiled, freeing his phone from a pocket. He sat it on his belly and fumbled around the app for the joint. An order was placed, Clyde thankful he wouldn’t have to lug his gut all the way to the counter. He’d expected Jet to finally give up, but instead the cheetah was placing an order of his own. The horse scowled.

“I was being nice and giving you a chance to save face, dude. Now I’m just gonna beat ya clean.”

When the table was once again filled with pizza, both ate like they were starving.

Another hour passed before the two friends sluggishly left the pizza place, their bellies leading the way and pushing open the doors. They’d eaten so much they were forced to cradle their wobbling middles in their arms, taking one heavy step at a time.

Clyde felt impossibly huge, like he’d eaten a whole year’s worth of food in one sitting. He was slightly worried he’d topple right over if he weren’t careful. Or that he’d flatten anyone who ended up beneath him. In the heat of the moment he hadn’t thought at all about how much he was eating, but now he was blushing some out of embarrassment. He didn’t want to think about how much actual weight he was going to gain once it all digested. He wasn’t just going to be plump anymore--he’d be outright fat! But at least Jet would be, too.

The engorged cheetah was right beside him, taking up the other half of the sidewalk. He was huffing a bit more, but hadn’t eaten a single bite more—or less—than Clyde. His concerns over his inevitable gains were more obvious. It wouldn’t stop him from gloating, though.

“Burgers. Pizza. What are you planning to pig out on next, jumbo?” Jet said. “Cause I’ll match it all, even if I end up weighing three hundred pounds in the process!”

Clyde had almost been willing to let things slide, but he refused to back down when taunted by Jet. “There’s always ice-cream. Bet you can’t get through every flavor!”

“You’re—bworrp—on!” Jet shouted, blushing as his whole gut jiggled from burping.

They managed to get back on their creaking skateboards and rolled off, a pair of bottomless stomachs in the shape of wrecking balls. It’d be a miracle if their boards survived the day...or got much use once their weights ballooned from their endless eating challenge.