"1500 bucks says Pam can eat more than what both of your wives can eat together. Okay, we've proved that already, so let's say you can bring along another eater babe and my wife will eat more than the three of them combined." Mark said. The two men looked at each other and whispered to each other for a minute. Then they turned back to Mark.

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

Arrangements were made for the eating contest to be held on Saturday.

On Saturday at the appointed time there was a knock at Mark's door. He opened and greeted Tom and Jeff with their wives and a friend of theirs. Tom's wife, Sandy, was noticeably bigger than the last time she had competed. She now was up to about 450 and her belly seemed to have grown more than anything else. Mark barely recognized Jeff's wife Marrisa. 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's coming along nicely? Wer trained hard and she's now up to 580 pounds." Then he turned to introduce their friend to Mark. A beautiful blonde smiled at Mark. "That's Michelle," Jeff said. "She just broke 630."

Mark led them all to his living room where two large tables were all set up with mountains of food on it: 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 add calories and make things go down easier, all kinds of fatty and greasy foods were on the table as well.

Mark asked everyone to sit down and make themselves comfortable. His wife, Pam, would be in in a minute. They all settled down. Soon they heard heavy footsteps along with the sound of labored breathing. Pam made her grand entrance and jaws were dropingp. There stood big Pamela in all her glory, all 1250 pounds of her. Her long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore only a black tailormade bikini. Huge rolls of fat hung from Pam's body. Her belly was even wider than last time. Her thighs were massive rolls of fat that hung down so low that they touched the floor, enveloping and covering her feet.

"Hello," she said. "I hope you don't mind me being dressed this way, but by the time I get really into it I find clothes to be a problem. They get tight so quick. A girl needs to have room when she eats." Pam giggled.

The ladies looked at each other, then back at Pamela. Pam was much larger than they remembered. It looked like they had their work cut out for them if revenge was to occur for the beating they suffered last time they took on big Pam in an eating contest. Pam, seeing the consternation on their faces, smiled sweetely and then waddled over to the couch Mark had set up for her in front of the table. Marke helped her down.

"Let's eat!" Pam said. "I am HUNGRY!"

And so the eating contest began.

The portly challengers each began with a big pizza with pepperoni and double cheese. By the time they had put it away, Pam had already devoured five of them, licking her fingers and asking for more.

Round Two brought on stuffed shells. Sandy and Marissa and their friend Michelle dug in, determined to show Pam who, they thought, had overdone it with all those pizzas. The girls mumched away, stuffing themselves on the heavy, starchy shells as if there were no tomorrow. Pamela watched them for a while, giving the hard working challengers hope that they might have a chance after all. After much slurping, gulping, and swallowing, each of the three visitors had put away a full dozen. But when they looked up they saw to their dismay that Pam had gone to work, too, and eaten not a dozen, not two dozen, but a full five dozen of the big stuffed shells. The three challengers sat back and groaned, holding their already aching stomachs. But they weren't going to give up that 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 three challengers gorged themselves, trying to find more room in their tummies where they knew none could possibly exist anymore. But they battled on. Roast beef, creamed vegetables, maccaroni, everything disappeared from the table at a slow but steady rate. The men cheered them on while they ate. Tom and Jeff did what they could to help their eaters, marveling at how much they could put away. But they also looked increasingly concerned as they watched big Pam matching the total of what their 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, 450 pound Sandy 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.

Knowing full well that Pam was leading but not wanting to let her teammates down. Sandie continued, but before the end of the next round she sat up in her chair and said, "I'm so sorry gals, but I can't eat another bite. You have to go on without me." She then leaned back, holding her overstuffed belly with both arms. Tom went over to rub his wife's distended belly to give her comfort and relief.

Now the challenging team was down to Marrisa and Michelle. 580 pound Marrisa looked at her husband Jeff who gave her an encouraging smile, but it was obvious they both knew they were fighting a losing effort. Nonetheless, Marrisa and Michelle high-fived and went back to work.

Mounted a final effort they 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. She was breathing hard now and her designer bikini had virtually disappeared under her shifting bulges and rolls. She was clearly in trouble now but tried to hide it from her challengers.

Marrisa and Michelle looked at her and, for a moment, thought they still had a chance. But they had eaten so much and for so long that both of them could hardly breathe anymore. Their overstuffed bellies had gotten so big that both women were pushed away from the table and had a hard time reaching their plates. With Jeff's help Marrisa slowly muched on a couple of cookies, but then she could hold no more and sank back into her chair.

"If I eat another bite I'm going to BURST!" she breathed. "I've never eaten so much in my life. Michelle, it's up to you now. I know you can do it!" Tom and Jeff, tending to their sweating, stuffed wives, nodded.

Michelle, the great big blonde, heaved herself up, rearranged the bulk of her massive 630 pound body with a big grunt in search of just a bit more room, then directed her attention to the table again.

They were no in overtime.

Pam was sweating profusely, the calm demeanor she had displayed during the early rounds long gone. Though she only had to beat the last remaining challenger in a one-on-one, all the food she had consumed early on when she had to beat the three of them combined now clearly took its tool. Breathing heavily, Palm chastized herself for having shown off by popping away that extra pizza and those extra shells when she didn't have to. Yet, her long, unbroken winning streak in eating contests ever since she was a skinny college junior and discoevered the joys of eating was on the line and she was not going to lose. Her pretty face turned grim as she stared over her many double chins at her blonde challenger.

"It's just you and me now, skinny," she growled. "You sure you don't want to quit while you can still get up?"

"In your dreams, sweets," Michelle replied, equally determined. "I still have lots of room to grow. So let's stop the gab and eat!" With that she loaded a handful of the pastries Mark had brought in for overtime onto her plate and began muching away. She'd already started on her second when a now clearly worried and addled Pam followed suit. The room was silent save for the eating, gulping and swallowing sounds emanating from the two great women. The men watched, spellbound, while Michelle's erstwhile team members had passed out on the floor.

Pam finally found her rhythm again and caught up with Michele at the fifth pastry. She briefly pulled ahead as both women, stuffed to the very max of their vast capacities, slowly forced down the seventh, but Michele now seemed to be in a zone. Seemingly on cruise control and with a grim, steely stare in her eyes, the big blonde methodically forced down the eighth, ninth, and tenth pastry. Pam still worked on her eighth and felt as though she had finally reached the bursting point. Panic set in as her winning streak was clearly on the line. All these years she'd easily eaten all challengers under the table, growing bigger and bigger in the process, until she had reached her majestic current size. She lovingly recalled every pastry, every pizza, every bite and calory that had helped her become who she was...

Then she felt someone tapping on her massive shoulder. "Pam...? Pam, are you alright?" It was her husband Mark.

Pam snapped out of her addled state. "Sure, yes. Just taking a breather."

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

"No way," Pam huffed back, but whatever cockiness she had left wavered when she saw the four remaining pastries still on her plate. They seemd huge to her now, and she had no idea how she was going to put them down. But she had to do it and so she reached deep inside into herself and went to work, every quivering pound of her the champion that she was. Number nine was a struggle and Pam almost gave up. Number ten went down a bit easier as Pam mentally forced herself to overcome the pressing feeling of complete fullness and delight in the taste and texture of the sweet pastry instead. Eleven was almost easy, and, ecstatic now, the last remaining pastry disappeared down the hatch as if Pam had just started.

Michelle groaned.

At last, the vast tables were empty. But still the contest wasn't decided.

"What do we do now? There's no more food." said Jeff.

"I have some after dinner mints..." offered Tom and passed them to Mark.

Pam popped a couple into her mouth. But when Mark turned to Michelle the room saw that the contest was over. The big blonde had passed out back into her chair. Her blouse had popped open, revealing her vastly distended belly that looked as big and round as a large-size beach ball. There were angry red stretch marks on it. Michelle was out cold, snoring softly, but though having lost, there was a big, satisfied smile on her face.

Despite having eaten like never before and despite all the food they now had in their bellies the challengers had been defeated once again.

Tom and Jeff went over to Mark and Pam, congratulated them and paid their debt.

"Sorry guys. Good effort, but Pam 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. 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 bag of M&Ms she had found in a drawer under the table.

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

To be continued...