Kimmy the Third - Part 4 (Patreon)

With a sheen of saliva on her lips, a large piece of fried chicken smothered in a peppery thick white gravy was placed in front of Kimmy. Next to it a large sweet potato, dripping with a buttery cinnamon substance, and topped with toasted marshmallow. Kimmy politely waited for their servers to walk away before digging in, but she didn’t wait a moment longer than she needed to. With a fork and steak knife in hand she attacked her food, cutting a bite sized chunk off as quickly as possible. As the grease pooled chicken passed between her lips, she got the sensation she had so many times before, a euphoric feeling washing over all 500 pounds of her body. 

Across the table, Jackie was slowly eating the first of her sandwiches. This was not a race, there was no prize at the end, only honor. Jackie just seemed to be enjoying herself, as she pushed bite after bite into her mouth. Getting a few steak fries in there between bites, she enjoyed the salty and savory meal. 

Kimmy on the other hand looked to be wrapped up in fierce competition, even though she wasn’t eating any faster than her counterpart. Jackie’s burger and pulled pork seemed to be disappearing from sight with the massive bites the woman was taking. Kimmy tried to get her chicken down to the bone as fast as possible, but Jackie seemed to right on her tail. Dave had placed another order for his distracted wife, knowing it wouldn’t be long before seconds were needed.

Soon the chicken bone was fully exposed, and Kimmy moved on to her potato. Across from her though, Jackie only had a bite or two left of her pulled pork sandwich, and then just a few handfuls of steak fries. Each mom, making quick work of the end of their meals, were ready for this thing to keep going. A moment's rest was all they needed, and were afforded, as their empty plates were cleared and replaced with two new entrees. 

Plate after plate passes in front of these ladies, each one completely cleared before it was replaced. Both of them focusing on nothing but the meals before them, not the kids playing their games, their husbands ogling their bulging beautiful brides, or the constant line of servers clearing and replacing their plates. 

After a few rounds Kimmy was starting to feel it. She had competition in her heart, but a stomach that was reaching capacity. Frustrated that Jackie had not thrown in the towel yet, Kimmy pressed on, not letting any weakness show. But as the next plate was placed down in front of her she noticed her pace slowing incredibly down. Hey eyes started to heavily flutter as she continued to bring fork to mouth. With her eyes remaining closed almost as often as open, Dave knew it was time to throw in the towel. 

“Why don’t we take that last one to go.” He signaled to the server as they approached the table with another full entre. 

Kimmy had never felt so stuffed. What she did feel was half asleep, and a pain in her stomach that she wasn’t too happy about. ‘Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea’ she thought to herself as she finally gave her stomach the break it deserved.

“I think this receipt needs to go on the wall of fame when we get home.” Steve announced. “Look at all these meals you conquered honey.” Steve was holding up the long itemized receipt, but Jackie was nowhere near paying attention. Kimmy had been so much in her whole world trying to push on, she hadn’t noticed Jackie status in some time. Looking across the table, the big blonde looked absolutely bloated. In a similar state of haze, Jackie looked to be almost slipping into a food coma.

“I think we are going to have to call this a tie.” Dave declared. “Looks like you both would press on if you could, but I’m pretty sure that’s impossible at this point.” Neither of them could respond, spending any available energy on digestion. 

A few moments past, and the guys just spent the time chatting, now that the spectacle beside them had died down. All of a sudden the ladies were zapped from their haze as their two husbands started to rise of the table. “There’s no way you can beat me in Skee Ball!” One of them said, the ladies were too groggy to tell who.

“We will be right back.” They said as they swiftly made their way toward the arcade, making movements that just the thought of made both ladies stomachs clench. Their days of weaving between tables was long behind them, and in their currently stuffed state just moving seemed like a monumental task. Their haze was clearing, as their overstuffed bellies began to make serious work of their meals. This left them realizing that they had been left alone for the first time this evening.

"That was maybe a bad idea." Kimmy said breaking the silence and the tension. Jackie just gave her a look of approval. "I don't know what got into me, I'm usually not like that."

Jackie chuckled a little. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England. If even half the things Dave boasted about were true, then I can only assume you are just like me, a habitual over indulger. I mean there's no mistaking the fact, we are both larger than life ladies."

Kimmy envied how open Jackie could talk about such matters with someone who was practically a stranger. In the past, Kimmy had her share of body boasting once Dave opened up to her, but that was behind closed doors, not so out in the public.

"Alright, you got me. But I didn't mean to put us in such fierce competition. You seem lovely, and I don't want you thinking I'm a big ole jerk. It's actually nice to have someone… you know… on my level, to talk to."

"You mean rounder than they are tall!" Jackie choking on her stifled laugh. "Don't worry, I gotchu babe." Jackie gave he a warning wink. "Well despite our little competition, I had a lovely time meeting you guys tonight. And I got to eat well, so that's a win-win." Jackie smiled wide again. "I hope we can see you guys again soon."

"I'd really like that." Kimmy said sincerely.