Pam II -- The Next Challenge

(The Pam series of eating contest stories started out as "The Big Bet" by Wants-U-Fatter. The initial story was modified by Julie Wong, and modified and edited again by Scribe. “Pam II” was written by Julie Wong and expanded by Scribe.)

The incredible eating marathon was over. Pam had won again, leaving three overstuffed, sweating, heavily breathing challengers addled in their chairs.

"Sorry guys." The Mark said to his pals. "Your ladies put on a good effort, but my Pam here—and he pointed at his hugely obese, and sweetly smiling, mountain of a wife--is just too strong. How about we double the bet and try again a month from now? And to give you a chance, you can bring six eaters, even professionals. Pam will have to beat them all. Combined, of course." He looked over at his fat, gorgeous wife again, who seemed oblivious of the eating contest victory she had just achieved over two of her fiercest rivals in the world of female competitive eating and was, in fact, already munching on a bag of M&Ms she had found in a drawer under the table.

That was how "Pam's Biggest Challenge"--one of the Weight Room's popular eating fantasies--ended. In it, Mark had challenged his two best friends that his wife Pam could eat more than what their wives could eat. Combined. In other words, Pam did not only have to outlast her competitors. She actually had to eat as much as the challengers together. And just to make the bet sweeter, he had allowed them to bring along a friend. His massive wife Pam would have to eat more than the three of them combined to win the bet. The ensuing contest had been a monumental fiest, one in which all four contestants had given their very best. Big-bellied 450 pound Sandy, the gorgeous 540 pound blond bombshell Marisa, and their 630 pound friend Michelle had given Pamela, who over the years had grown to weigh almost 1,250 pounds, the biggest eating challenge of her career, matching her plate for plate, course for course until first Sandy and then Marisa had reached their limits, leaving their ever ravenous friend Michelle as the sole challenger.

For a while, the relatively svelte 630 pounder had given the massive champion a true fight, pulling ahead in the late rounds when the toll from having to match what her challengers put away combined as a team earlier was weighing down Pamela. The huge and profusely sweating champion of so many eating contests had to reach deep down into herself to slowly eat her way through the last couple of plates just to keep pace. Near addled and with her massive belly stuffed to the bursting point with food, the great Pam had thus forced overtime against her determined opponent, breaking her spirit and eventually eking out yet another victory. A victory that had seen four hugely fat women put away mountains of food over a period of several hours.

The way Mark looked at it, everyone had come out a winner. Sure, he had won the bet, but he had also paid for the truckload full of food. The gals had all been able to stuff themselves to their heart's content on the very foods they loved to gorge on best. His friends Tom and Jeff, both ardent FAs and feeders, had lost a good chunk of money, but had been treated to watching their wives eating themselves into a stupor.

And, to the three men's great delight, the contest had left the four already huge women fatter than ever. A few weeks after the challenge when the friends had met for a drink at a sports bar, Tom excitedly reported that his wife Sandy had waddled away from the fight at 460 pounds, ten pounds heavier than she’d ever been, and that she was still gaining. Jeff said his Marisa was now unable to keep her weight under the 560 mark and was headed for 600. They mentioned that the third challenger, their friend Michelle, had engaged in a rigorous training program and was now pushing 700 pounds. Mark smiled. He knew that the contest had left its marks on his own wife as well, as had every contest before. Pamela was pushing past the 1,300 pounds mark. And he knew it wasn't just the food she’d put away at the contest that accounted for her gain. It was her steely resolve to prepare for the next contest, to stretch and enlarge her already bottomless stomach so that she would never again suffer the indignity of being driven to her limits by a mere 600 pounder.

Though already in the Guiness Book of World Records, Pam did not care how much fatter she might become. Eating vast quantities of food was her life, and to her it was the best life a woman could have. As far back as she could remember, Pam had loved nothing better than stuffing herself with food to the bursting point. Through countless nights in her teens she had blissfully eaten and eaten until her tummy was hard and round and she could hardly breathe. Over time all that food had, of course, taken its toll. Though not fat as a child, Pam was chubby as a teen and fat by the time she was a young woman. With her strong erotic food fantasies driving her to veritable eating orgies almost every night, Pam's girth expanded quickly, and so did her capacity to eat. In her 20s she had begun making a longtime fantasy true by seeking out and participating in eating contests. She had often traveled hundreds of miles to participate in a contest at a fair or, a couple of times, even on a TV show. In those days she had also discovered the thrill of tackling “All-U-Can-Eat” places. Several times she had all but cleared out a buffet, and twice they had to come get her because she had eaten so much that she had been unable to get up.

By the time she had met Mark, Pam was an obese young woman with an insatiable appetite, rapidly growing towards the 400-pound mark. In her youth she had always fantasized of one day become a professional eater, literally a woman who pursued eating and eating contests as a career, and he was delighted to find in Mark not only a lover and soul mate (let alone admirer of her fat body), but also an enthusiastic coach and encourager of her pursuits. They had married shortly after she had reached and broken the 500 pound mark, and her new husband had become her personal trainer. Under his guidance, Pamela was able to delve in the life of excessive eating she had always dreamed about. Fiercely competitive, she especially enjoyed matching her capacity with others who shared her passion for food and soon began establishing herself as a contender in the underground world of competitive eating they had discovered together. She easily won her first ten contests before suffering a spanking by a larger and more experienced champion near the end of her career. She became close friends with that woman and learned her secrets. After that, she never lost again, growing bigger, stronger, and fatter each year. Whereas in the beginning she had taken on challengers in one-on-ones, Pam soon grew confident enough to take on two or even three competitors at a time. Eight years into her marriage with Mark, she was now easily twice as large as the biggest Sumo wrestlers and the thought of getting even bigger filled her with blissful shivers.

That’s why Pam was filled with anticipation when Mark, with a playful twinkle in his eyes, asked her if she might be up to a real challenge.

“And what might that be, honey?” Pam asked. “You know that no one can out-eat me, not even two or three of them together.”

“Then how about four or five? Yes, let’s say five. You think you can take on five and eat them all under the table? Combined?”

Pam’s answer was an enthusiastic “YES!!!”

So Mark called his two buddies again and they got together for a drink. They all knew how they felt about their beloveds’ ferocious appetites and soon they excitedly talked about much their wives were eating now, and how much fatter they had gotten as a result. As planned, Mark finally asked if they'd be up for a rematch.

“Pam can eat more than both of your skinny little wives together.” he teased his friends. We’ve proved that already, but Pam and I want to give you another chance. What if we double the bet to six grand, and this time you can add another two eaters to your team. It’ll be your wives and three friends on your side of the table. And my Pam will have to beat them all to win. Combined." The two men looked at each other and nodded.

“You're on. But we’ll beat you this time. Pam won’t know what hit her."

After comparing schedules and discussing arrangements, a date was set for the new challenge. Then the friends left to bring their spouses the news.

The day of the contest arrived. Mark greeted Tom and Jeff with their wives and a number of friends of theirs. Tom's wife Sandy was noticeably bigger than the last time she had competed. She now was up to about 520 and her belly seemed to have grown more than anything else. Mark barely recognized Jeff's wife Marisa. The gorgeous blonde had always been big, but she seemed to have literally ballooned since he'd seen her last. Jeff smiled at Mark's obvious consternation.

“Isn’t Risa coming along nicely? We trained hard and she's now up to 620 pounds." Then he turned to introduce their friend to Mark. A beautiful blonde smiled at Mark. "Remember Michelle? The one who almost ate Pam under the table last time?" Jeff said. “She just broke 700. And she’s HUNGRY!" Then they turned to introduce the rest of their team to Mark. Two cute, curly-haired BBWs smiled at Mark. “These ladies are Joanne and Victoria,” Jeff said. “Jo’s 580 and Vicky just broke 560."

Mark led them all to his living room where four large tables were all was already set up for the big challenge. There were mountains of food all over the place: Whole roasted chickens, roast beef, stuffed shells, manicotti, creamed soups, stuffing, vegetables in cream sauce, broccoli and cheese, and pizza. For sweets there were pastries, cookies, doughnuts and cakes. And to both add calories and make things go down easier, all kinds of fatty and greasy foods were on the table as well.

As host, Mark asked everyone to sit down and make themselves comfortable. His wife, Pam, like the prize fighter that she was, had not made an appearance yet, but soon they heard heavy footsteps along with the sound of labored breathing. The champion made her entrance and jaws were dropping. There stood big Pamela in all her glory, all 1300 pounds of her. Her long red hair was tightly pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore only a tailor-made cobalt-blue bikini. Weighing nearly twice as much as her closest challenger, Pam was a sight to behold. Her body looked like as if someone had stuck an air hose into the world’s biggest sumo wrestler and pumped him up to two or three his former size. But Pat wasn’t just a big, round balloon. Huge slabs of fat hung down on Pam's body. There were thick, billowing rolls everywhere. Her belly, where all that food was going to disappear into, was not only considerably bigger and rounder, but also much wider than last time. It looked to have the capacity of a commercial meat locker. Pams thighs were quivering, massive trunks draped in rolls of fat that hung down so low that they touched the floor, enveloping and covering her feet. In fact, only her two big toes could still be seen under the the rolls.

“Hi,” Pam merrily chirped, taking in the imposing forms and figures or her challengers. “I’m glad you could make it. We’ll have a lot of fun eating, us gals.” A quiver in her several chins erupted as she giggled. “I hope you don't mind me being dressed so skimpily,” Pam said, trying to touch the sides of her bikini panties but being unable to do so due to the massive amounts of fat under her arms. “When I eat I need room and clothes get tight so quickly. A girl needs to have room when she eats." Pam giggled again, sending another set of chins into quivering, shimmying motion.

While Pam talked, the challengers looked at each other, then back at Pamela. The champ was much bigger than they remembered. They definitely had their work cut out for them if they were to avenge the humiliating beating they suffered last time they took on big Pam. Pam, quite obviously enjoying the consternation she saw on their faces, smiled sweetly and then hefted her massive bulk over to the couch Mark had set up for her in front of the table. Mark helped her down.

“You girls sure you wanna go through with this?” Pam asked. “If you’re not up to it we can still call this off and just socialize and hang out. I don’t think anyone would hold it against you if you, ahhh.., chickened out…”

The five fat women seemed to recover from their shock. Pam was much larger than Sandy, Marisa, and Michelle remembered. And she was apparently also intent on intimidating them right from the start asked if they wanted to withdraw. The challengers, quite aware of their own capacities and the strength of their superior numbers took the challenge. If Pam wanted trash talk, they’d give it to her!

“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but this time you’re taking on more than you can chew.” said Sandy. “Take a look at us! We’re FIVE big, hungry girls just dying to whip your big old ass. FIVE!”

“Yes,” Michelle chimed in. “Five of us against just little ole’ you. Frankly, I don’t think you can handle us. You may be bigger than us but, to be honest, with all that lard on you, it doesn’t look like you have room left for food.”

“Yeah!” yelled Joanne. “Come on girls, let’s eat that blimp-lady under the table!”

“Okay then,” said Pat. “Let's eat. I am HUNGRY. I’ve starved myself a whole week for you!"

So the eating contest began.

The five portly challengers each began with a big pizza with pepperoni and double cheese. By the time they had put it away, Pam—brimming with confidence--had already devoured eight of them, licking her fingers and asking for more. She seemed intent on intimidating her challengers right off the bat.

Round Two brought on stuffed shells. The challengers dug in, determined to show Pam who, they thought, must have surely overdone it with that pizza showboating. The girls munched away, stuffing themselves on the heavy, starchy shells as if there were no tomorrow. Pamela leaned back and glared at them for a while, rubbing the shimmying mounds and bulges of her stomach before she started on the second round, giving her hard-working adversaries hope that they might have a chance after all.

The guys got into it now, cheering on their well-rounded eaters, encouraging them, and clearly enjoying the spectacle of all the slurping, gulping, and swallowing. Quickly, each of the five across the table from Pam had put away a full dozen of the big, gooey stuffed shells. But, to their dismay, Pam had gone to work now, too, simply inhaling the big stuffed shells as if they were peanuts. In no time at all she had put aay the required five dozen, plus another late just to make a point. The challengers leaned back into their seats and groaned, holding their already aching stomachs. But they weren't going to give up easily. Pam would have to keep eating more than them combined, and eventually they would get her.

A fierce battle ensued. Round after round the challengers gorged themselves finding ever more room in their steadily expanding stomachs where they thought none could possibly exist anymore. Tummies extended almost past the bursting point as they battled on. Roast beef, creamed vegetables, macaroni,, everything disappeared from the table at a slow but steady rate. The men, excited beyond their wildest imaginations by the sight of half a dozen of the fattest women they had ever seen stuffing their faces in a contest, cheered them on while they ate. Tom and Jeff did what they could to coach and help their eaters, massaging their bulging bellies, wiping the sweat off their foreheads with wet towels, urging them on, and marveling at how much these fat women could put away. But they also looked increasingly concerned as they watched big Pam matching the total of what their entire team ate round after round. In fact, Pam had hardly broken a sweat and seemed to enjoy herself tremendously, always asking for another plate after she'd already beaten the challengers.

After Round Eight, Sandy, who now looked like a genuine 500 pounder with her angrily bloated belly protruding a good foot and a half ahead in front of her, put down her knife and fork and asked for a rest room break. Ten minutes later she waddled back in and sat down with a groan and gave a thumbs-up with a forced smile. Not wanting to let her teammates down, she continued forcing food down her throat and into her stomach, but before the end of the next round she sat up and groaned, "I'm sorry. I can't eat another bite. I’m really sorry." With that Sandy collapsed back into her chair, gingerly trying to cradle her overstuffed belly with both of her arms to ease the discomfort. A futile endeavor as they didn’t come close to reaching around the angry orb filled with food. Her husband Tom went over to rub the huge bubble extending from his wife's fat body to give her a bit of comfort and relief.

Now the challengers were down to four. They looked at Tom and Jeff who gave her an encouraging smile.

The fat ladies high-fived and went back to work. They mounted a tremendous effort and ate as if there was no tomorrow, almost catching big Pam with the doughnuts, and actually leading with the ice cream until almost the end when Pam got herself another double scoop of triple chocolate delight and washed it down with several gulps of gooey chocolate fudge. By now, Pam’s teasingly small designer bikini had almost totally disappeared under her shifting bulges and rolls on what, to the perspiring challengers, increasingly seemed like a human eating machine.

The girls looked at Pam’s enormously enlarged belly and, for a moment, thought they still had a chance. But by now they had eaten so much and for so long that they could hardly breathe anymore. Their own overstuffed bellies had gotten so big that all four women were pushed away from the table and had a hard time even reaching their plates. Marisa, all 620 (or was it 650 by now) pounds of her, slowly munched on a couple of cookies, but then she could force down no more and sank back into her chair.

"If I eat another bite I'm going to BURST!" she breathed with beads of perspiration running down her face. "I've never eaten so much in my life. It's up to you now. I know you can do it!" Tom and Jeff, disappointed though they were, tended to their defeated and profusely sweating and gloriously over-stuffed wives, nodded and urged on the remaining three challengers, which together still represented more than 2,000 pound of almost insatiable womanhood.

The three remaining big ones shifted, squirmed and grunted in search of just a bit more room inside their already hugely bloated bellies, then directed her attention to the table again. After having already consumed enough food to feed a small army, the women continued.

In round 12, it was steaks. In round 13 a big pizza with pepperoni and double cheese. By the time the challengers each had finished one of the gooey, cheesy pies, Pam, incredibly, had devoured four of them, still matching and beating them round after round. That was it for Michelle. Despite months of disciplined, rigorous eating training that had expanded her stomach to at least twice its former size, the fat blond 700 pounder was done. Incredibly, the battle was now left to the relatively petite newcomers Joanne and Victoria. Though neither even broke the 600 pound mark, both apparently were ferocious eaters and showed no signs of slowing down.

All the showing off and intimidation games Pam had played during the earlier rounds was now coming back to haunt her. She was now sweating profusely and the calm demeanor she had displayed during the early rounds was all but gone. Though the challengers were down to two, that still meant she had to eat twice as much as them, and all the food she had consumed early on when she had to beat the whole crew now clearly took its toll. Breathing heavily, Pam mentally chastised herself for her tactical error. Yet, her long, winning streak in eating contests was on the line and she was not going to lose. Her pretty face turned grim as she starred over her many double chins at her challengers, deciding to take the offensive.

“Looks like it's just you two girls now," she sneered. "You sure you don't want to quit while you can still get up and waddle your little butts out of here?"

“In your dreams, fatso," Joanne snarled back, equally determined. "We still have lots of room to grow. Not like you big old whale. So stop gabbing and eat!" With that she loaded a handful of the pastries Mark had brought in for overtime onto her plate and began munching away. Victoria followed suit. The two had already started on their second before the now clearly worried Pam followed suit. The room was silent save for the eating, gulping and swallowing sounds emanating from the great, sweating women. The men watched, spellbound, while the three other woman's team members had passed out back into their chairs with the big, pale, swollen orbs that were their fat bellies exposed and begging for relief.

Pam finally found her rhythm again and caught up with Joanne at the fifth pastry. The curly redhead briefly pulled ahead as the women, stuffed to the very max of their capacities, slowly forced down the seventh, but Pam now reached the zone once again. Seemingly on cruise control and with a grim, steely stare in her eyes, Pam methodically forced down the eighth, ninth, and tenth pastry. The fat redheads still worked on their eighth and it looked as if they had finally reached the bursting point. Panic set in.

"Joanne...? Veronica? Are you alright? Don’t let us down now! You can do it!" Mark urged them on.

The two snapped out of their addled state. "Sure, yes. Just taking a breather." But Joanne was done. With a long, loud belch she collapsed back into her chair, her angrily swollen belly poking out from her blouse that had burst open several rounds ago. The challengers were down to one. Victoria. Though having weighed in at a mere 560 pounds at the beginning of the contest, Victoria was a pro. She’d been eating vast quantities of food every since she was a girl, just for the fun of it and because she liked it. She could put away almost unbelievable amounts of food in a sitting and had a ferocious metabolism that kept her relatively slender despite all the food she ate.

"A dozen." Pamela wheezed across the table, pointing at her now empty plate. "You're done! Give up?"

"No way," Victoria said and huffed back, but by now she had consumed far more than she was used to and whatever cockiness she had left wavered when she saw the four remaining pastries still on her plate. But she powered her way through them, one by one, and when they were down she knew that it was a one-on-one now. She looked across the table at her massive adversary. Pam might be a lot bigger than her, but she knew that past a certain point, size didn’t matter when it came to capacity. If anything, that tub of lard across the table might be at a disadvantage. All fat and not all that much room for an expanding stomach.

“Bring on the next round! I’m in the mood for some sweets!” Victoria said confidently. The men obliged and placed a huge Sacher torte, neatly cut into eight pieces, in front of each lady. Vickie began shoveling them into her mouth and had already devoured half the torte before Pam could even begin. But once the old pro went to work she made up ground and caught her challenger at the fifth slice. Just three more to go. Victoria forced the seventh slice into her mouth, as did Pam.

The slice of sweet, creamy chocolate cake seemed huge to her now, and she had no idea how she was going to put it down. But she had to do it and so she reached deep inside into herself and went to work, every quivering pound of her. Chew, chew, swallow. Chew, chew, swallow. Number six was a struggle and she almost gave up. Number seven went even harder as Pam mentally forced herself to eat, starring across the table at her much smaller opponent who was sweating profusely now and seemed at the end of her capacity. The last piece was almost easy, and disappeared into Pam’s huge, quivering body as if she had just started.

The sight of Pam’s renewed vigor was too much for Victoria. Stuffed to the bursting point and almost unable to move she sat the last piece of the torte back onto the plate. Her eyes glazed over and she passed out back into her chair. The battle was over

Despite having eaten like never before and despite all the food they now had in their bellies, adding to their already considerable bulk, the challengers had been defeated yet again.

The three men had been watching this spectacular display of female eating in awe of their mates’ and their friends’ capacity. Not looking like losers at all, Tom and Jeff went over to Mark and Pam, congratulated them and paid their debt.

"Sorry guys,” smiled Mark. “Good effort, but it looks like my Pammy is just a bit too strong for your girls. Heck, even without any contests and all, she eats up everything I can afford to get her and then some. But given that we all love to see our ladies dig into a good meal, how about we double the bet once again and you all come back say a month from now? And to give you a chance, you can bring eight eaters. Pam will have to beat them all, combined."

Mark looked over at his fat, gorgeous wife, who seemed oblivious of her victory and was, in fact, munching on a box of Mars Bar she had found in a drawer under the table.

"Bring them on, hon. I can't wait to start practicing." Pam said, smiling sweetly.