KC, Writing ©  KilledbyCuriosity

Gala, Artwork ©  Carmessi

Both KC and Gala always had a competitive edge, so it made sense they’d want to compete together, but also against one another. They enjoyed their video games, some volleyball, dance-offs, but there was one challenge they had always joked about: The Ivory Oaks Food Court Buffet. It was more of a viral challenge than anything official, but roadtripping TV personalities and social influencers alike had come from across the country to partake. Simply enough, you and one friend had to go to every restaurant in the Ivory Oaks Mall’s food court and order at least one meal, and then finish it all. This didn’t sound too bad on paper, but there were a litany of restaurants in the food court, and Maria’s Tacquiera was the most notorious of them all. It was an innocent spot for Mexican fix-ins, but it featured a particularly daunting challenge in the Matador’s Madness burrito, which was about the size of a suitcase and came chock full of meats, rice, beans, cheese, and salsas, with the fiery spice of a raging bull. On the table between the pale-skinned young man and the amazonian woman, the burrito towered over the three-foot trench of french fries, double-stacked donuts, large milkshakes, and tightly-packed trays of chicken nuggets.

The both of them leaned forwards and grinned across at one another, their hands on the soft tortilla sides of the immense burrito. The sultry woman spoke first, “Hey KC, this burrito represents you when I’m Horny. It’s warm, spicy, humongous, and I want it inside me” she teased, her flowing brown hair parted to one side and running over her shoulder. The two of them had just finished some shopping, bags beneath the table, with the caramel-skinned beauty sporting a pair of purple jeans with suggestive tears and a white top with just some straps for sleeves, along with thin, black straps for her bra and underwear. Her ass pushed firmly into the upholstered booth seat behind her, which even KC’s own respectable rear couldn’t match. Instead he had on a pair of black leggings and a skin-tight crop top and matching neckband, with a loose yellow top draped over his chest and left his shoulders exposed. He snickered in response to her raunchy comment, “Well if you eat like you fuck then this whole food court is in danger” he said, staring her down from across the table. She smirked back at him, “Don’t act like you aren’t just as much of a safety hazard as I am” the woman taunted, the boy sticking his tongue out, “Well I certainly will be after this! I know I can finish more than you can” he retorted, plucking a chicken nugget between two manicured fingers and plopping it into his mouth. The woman chortled, “Nice one, but burritos are my specialty! You don’t stand a chance, pipsqueak” she replied, leaning down and opening her mouth wide to chomp a chunk from the titanic entree.

The two would engage in this back and forth for quite a while, some spectators peering over at the litany of food on the table and the two voracious beasts chowing it all down, but they didn’t pay too much attention. KC and Gala were practically in their own world of delicious snacks, devouring dishes of all origins and flavors as they swapped from ice cream to fried chicken and then to mall pretzels. Of course, the food they were eating was particularly unkind to their midsections, and soon those trimmed, flat stomachs began to burgeon outwards, layers of plush fat developing on top of one another. Neither of them paid much mind as their shirts were pushed up their chests and their bloated stomachs even began to rest on the table, pushing out at their sides! But, as Gala’s appetite rose, her hunger for something else grew as well. She could feel her companion’s preposterously large endowment growing stiff, so she urged him on, rubbing her knee along his inner thigh beneath the table and making him grow stiff. He eyed her suggestively, and she winked back, coaxing him to such stiffness that his prick caused his leggings to tear, and it could push out beneath the table. It was hidden behind their shopping bags, meaning that his cock could slip between her legs, and as they ate Gala could clench upon the head of it. Anyone looking at them might’ve just choked their expressions up to the toll the food was having on them, which was quite obvious as their stomachs had ballooned to the size of beach balls, but there was clearly more going on. Soon the boy would furrow his brow and his swollen tanks would unload, causing Gala’s gut to push even further out, an extra surge of growth causing her thighs to tear her jeans! It not only felt amazing, but it certainly put her as the victor in their eating competition, with her gut vastly surpassing his as they pushed together to form a solid wall of soft fat, with one half being tanner than the other.

The two of them, each a victor in the challenge, leaned back in their seats and took a breather, some food mess left on their face as they took inventory of their swollen forms. Gala, unable to even see KC beyond her massive gut, called out to him, “Good job little man! I think we won, and it came with quite a prize” she said, patting her stomach and causing it to ripple. Her let out a belch and nodded, *URRRP* “Yeah… but I think I wanna go back to your place and watch a movie, maybe take a nap for a while” he responded, an arm stretched to the side of his gut and digging into the soft flesh. The woman giggled, “Sure thing hun, let’s go!” she said, pushing herself to the side, but not budging an inch. Both of them tried to move, their assets so plump that they couldn’t maneuver at all, despite how much they strained. Gala grunted, “On second thought let’s take that nap here” she said, the boy nodding back, “Sounds like a plan to me…”