All The Fun Of The Fair

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third annual tri-county tummy stuffer!"

A smattering of applause. It's a genteel crowd out today, folks heading for the fair in their droves not just for the rides and the sights, but for this, the event of the season."

The compare, a lion in a candy striped suit and slicked back mane welcomes them in to the open air enclosure.

"please give a warm round of applause to our guest judge, last years victorious winner, Miss Staceybelle!"

The rather rotund rabbit girl that presents herself on stage is clearly a bit of a shock to the announcer, cradling one hand under a heavy, pendulous stomach that domes the front of her pretty floral sundress.

"Welcome Staceybelle, and might I say the judge doesn't have to compete this year... You look like you've been practising!"

Staceybelle proudly arches her back and lets the announcer rest a hand on her fecund front.

"oh I ain't been practising, Derek, I'm expecting. You know what they say about rabbits!"

There's a gale of laughter from the crowd, Derek retracts his hand quickly.

"let's meet our contestants, shall we?"

On stage he makes his way to the long table where three young ladies sit patiently waiting. In turn they're introduced: Laura (a curvy shark girl in a pair of boarding shorts and a bright pink bikini top), Magdalena (a rather gaunt looking lizard girl in a leather jacket), and Victoria (a very chubby hippo in a pair of sheer black leggings and a baggy tshirt)

Each stands and takes their bows and applause, introducing themselves and where they're from, in amongst the members of the crowd money changes hands as illicit bets are made. Clearly the crowd values a fatty, as Victoria is very much the bookie's favourite.

"The rules are simple - each round, the contestants will face a new challenge. They must eat everything on their plate. If they don't, they are eliminated. Last girl left takes away the prize, this fabulous trophy donated by..."

Derek trails off as a commotion begins toward the back of the enclosure. A buzz of chatter begins, rising to a pitch where it just about covers the complaints of those pushed aside by the figure making her way through the crowd towards the stage. She pushes the security guard at the steps to one side and makes her way on stage.

"can I help you, miss?"

She snatches the microphone from him.

"I'm entering. Name's Krystal."

Before him, towering over him, is a dragon. Long black hair cascades from between two curling red horns, dark green scales and a long snout filled with long, sharp teeth. She's poured her impressive frame into a faded heavy metal tshirt and a pair of denim shorts that border on the eye watering side of tight.

Derek leaned forward to try and reach the mic. "entry's closed, we're starting the contest now..."

Krystal pushes him aside. "contest? You want a real contest? Cos that's what I'm here to give you."

She faced the crowd, hitching up her shirt to reveal her stomach. It paunched out in a delicious pot belly, bulging forth over the waistband of her shorts.

"No one yet has bested this tummy, I've entered every contest, every midnight meat stuffing, every underground hot dog gulping, everything. And here I am. You want a contest?"

The crowd roars. They know the reputations of the dragonesses, rarified creatures concerned with one thing and one thing only.

Eating.

"well, if it pleases the crowd..." Derek adjusts his collar, which suddenly feels too tight, the crowd are screaming for her to be allowed to enter, he fears if he doesn't there'll be a stampede.

"alright, your in. Sit at the end."

She swaggers passed Staceybelle, but not before her tail snakes out and lifts the front of the girls dress. There, poking out above a pair of rather scandalously small black panties is a round, ripe orb jam packed with wriggling young, the poor rabbit shrieking and tugging down the front of her dress, blushing madly.

"Shame, for a minute there I thought I'd have some competition..." Krystal sneered.

*****

The first challenge was ribs. Huge racks were wheeled on stage, the girl's setting to them in a flurry of teeth, claws, discarded bones and barbecue sauce.

Not the dragon. Krystal simply crunched entire racks up between her teeth and swallowed them whole, massive jaw muscles making short work of such things.

The contestants were allowed fifteen minutes to eat, and given as much water as they needed. Krystal finished in under five, and drunk nearly a gallon.

Others weren't quite so keen.

"quitting already?" Derek asked, pressing the mic into Magdalena's face at the end of the fifteen minutes.

"I don't like sauce." she added in a huff, before turning to Krystal at the end. "besides, what's the point of competing against her. It's a freaking dragon, ain't nobody got a bigger gut, not even fatty the hippo."

Derek scooted along the table to Victoria. "how are you feeling, fatt- I mean, Victoria?"

Victoria scowled, before petitly wiping her mouth on her napkin and standing. "just fine, that was a good starter!" she giggled, pulling her tshirt tight to display a diminutive little bump, the first inkling of a food baby.

"you call that a belly?" roared Krystal, standing and once again hiking up her shirt. "get a load of me!"

Her stomach was noticeably larger than it had been when she'd first shown it off. The top button of her shorts was mercifully undone to allow her room to expand, her stomach now a round, bulbous swell full of meat, bones and a lot of water. She patted it, and it sloshed appreciatively. "look upon your doom, hippo, you might as well give up now."

The next course was a whole seared tuna fish. The massive platters were wheeled on, and although she initially looked keen, Laura eats less than half of hers before the dreaded tummy cramps get her. She staggers off, though it's not a minor effort as her tummy has ballooned to the size of a pregnant woman's.

Victoria polishes hers off, leaving a neatly clean carcass in around twelve minutes. Krystal finished hers in eight, before finishing off Laura's remaining half a fish while she waited for Victoria to catch up.

"Victoria, you an quit you know, no one will think less of you..." Derek whispers to her, eyeing the giggling dragoness.

Victoria stands and rolls up her shirt, tucking it in under her full, heavy breasts. "This belly wasn't made for quitting." she proclaims proudly, much to the crowd's delight.

"be careful, little hippo, or it could very easily be unmade."

Krystal stands beside her, dwarfing her in every way. Height advantage none-withstanding, her gut now hangs a few feet in front of her, containing a whole herds worth of ribs and more tuna than a students yearly supermarket shopping.

"you should quit while you're still in one piece, little hippo, I don't want to have to wash bits of you out of my hair..." Krystal says, rubbing her ballooned gut while she mocks her, the cried cheering it as it lets out a grumble of fullness.

"I could say the same to you... Don't make me regret wearing a white tshirt..." Victoria replied to the bulky, prodding her in the bloated flank of her gurgling gut. Krystal opened her mouth to make a rather pointed remark about the size of the hippo's bum before her tummy replied for her.

GLOOOOOOOORRRRRRP!

"what's that, is your belly not up to the challenge? Or too much showing off, perhaps?" Victoria laughs.

"you... How dare you, my tummy is beyond compare to the likes of yours, why, I could fit the whole of this crowd in there, and still have room for more! I can eat three times the amount you can!"

"don't be ridiculous, you'd pop like a balloon!"

The dragon puffed herself up to her fullest size, arching her back and thrusting out her girth to emphasise its impressive scale. She wouldn't be bested by such a pathetic specimen as this hippo... To even entertain the notion to her was laughable.

"new challenge. For every plate you eat, I'll eat three."

"you're on."

*****

THREE HOURS LATER

*****

"Guh... No more... Ice cream..."

Victoria pushed the glass away from herself and admitted defeat. Three hours of none stop eating had taken their toll... She looked positively green around the gills.

A stage hand helped her ease her chair back from the table, thankfully someone had had the foresight to give the contestants wheeled chairs to avoid any undue strain as a result of the enourmous displays of gluttony the contest demanded.

She had never, ever, been this full before.

Her breasts were supported by her belly. She was so big she'd run out of space to expand forwards or sideways, so her stomach had pushed up, forcing her bosom up to her chin in a fantastic show of mammaries. Her belly was so bloated her belly button had completely flattened out, barely a dark smudge marking where it had been on the face of her turgid tummy.

She was almost nothing compared to Krystal.

"UGGGGGGHHHH... I... I win..."

The dragoness stood, with great difficulty. Her legs were set wide, movement was almost agonisingly slow and difficult for her. Her hands pressed to the sides of her gut just beneath the bottom hem of her shirt, but they appeared like child's hands compared to the scale of her tummy.

She was so stuffed people could actually see her belly button. She'd crammed so much food into her belly it now stretched to the point at which her scales couldn't cover it and great swathes of tender pink belly flesh were plainly visible between them. There, peeking out from the absolute apex of her gut, was her navel.

Two stage hands had to help her, each pushing her from behind so she could lean back enough to counteract the massive weight of her belly. The two competitors waddled to the centre of the stage where Staceybelle waited, despite the bloom of her womb she was by far the smallest of the three when it came to belly size.

"how are you girls doing?" the rabbit chirped brightly, trying not to let the groans of the contestants, or Krystal's tummy, put her at unease.

"I... I did my best." Victoria managed, cradling her triplet sized girth, stroking it with her fingers. "I'm proud I got this far."

"Proud? You're pathetic." Krystal sniggered, before wincing and very, very gently stroking her whale of a stomach. "your -URRRRP- best wasn't good enough to beat my -GLUURP!- magnificent belly. Look how much fatter than you I am..."

Proudly she cradles her stomach, showing it off to the crowd who bay and cheer. Victoria did her best, but Krystal's stomach is so bloated it almost looks like she's got Victoria curled up inside it. Between the scales, the crowd catch sight of stretch marks rippling out across the planetary swell, the leviathan groans at them with a sound like ancient timber flexing.

"I know it's a formality, but I have to measure both of you to record an official winner. I have the tape measure here, so if Victoria, you can lift your arms, I'll be as quick as I can so you can go and have a lie down, sleep some of this off."

She gently pats victoria's belly, before awkwardly passing the tape measure around her.

"impressive, that's 76 inches! A new record!"

The crowd claps politely, they know the record's about to be broken.

"now Krystal."

She leans in to try and get the tape around the vast dragon belly, her own bump resting against it.

"OOOF... Watch what you're doing, you fat sow, jeez... Anyone'd think you were trying to make me..."

The fat sow remark proved to be a step to far. Fat and hormonal, the rabbit cinched the tape measure in tightly, putting a strain on Krystal's tummy that it just wasn't prepared to take. It let out a groan so deep and loud that the crowd gasped, sure that the dragon we going to pop, right there in front of them.

They peeked out, moments later, when they saw she was still in tact.

"ugh... You people... You honestly thought my -GROOOAN- tummy was going to pop? It never will! I'm the biggest there's ever been -WHIIIINE- and I'll keep on -GRRUUUUMMMBBLLEEE- getting bigger -RRRRRRRUUUUMMMBBBLLLLEEE- and bigger and never, -GRRROOOOWWWWWLLLOOORRRP!- ever, ever..."

She stopped to keep down a burp, keeping the gas deep in her dangerously over stuffed tummy, where unbeknownst to her a rebellion was in full swing. The pressure within her was just too much, she couldn't hold it, the slightest thing and her tummy, still cinched in by the tape, would explode.

"Never, ever popping!"

At that moment, as she stood with her hands proudly on her hips, thrusting out her colossal tummy, Staceybelle's brood decided to kick. Pressed against the dragons vast girth, the kick transferred from womb to abdomen in the blink of an eye, putting just that tiny little bit of pressure on the over stretched skin than it was willing to take.

Krytal's eyes went wide. She swallowed, her eyes traveling down the huge moon like shape of her belly.

"Uh oh." were her last words.

The front of her tummy, right over her navel, gave out with a tremendous bang, and as the dragon burst the crowd screamed.

*****

"We have a winner!"

The enclosure was next to empty. All around them cleaners were trying to deal with the debris of a popped dragoness, Derek however was trying to wrap things up.

"with a record breaking circumference of 79 inches, it's my pleasure to announce our winner is... Victoria!"

One of the cleaners clapped, then went back to his work. Victoria had gone, helped down off the decimated stage, carried aloft by the adoring crowd. She'd done it. She beat the dragon.

Derek felt a tap on his shoulder as Staceybelle leaned in to whisper something in his ear, before folding her arms across her chest.

"what do you mean, they're mine? I haven't seen you in eight mo-OH MY GOD!"