>Suisei sits at the table apprehensively, the rich scent of meat filling the air around her. An excited crowd is gathered, and her sister waves at her from a ways out.

>She's surrounded by several somewhat plump-looking men and women, all staring deathly serious at the mounds of seasoned festival food in front of them. Her lithe, picturesque figure looks totally out of place.

>It's a hot dog eating contest.

>She swallows nervously and wonders again how she'd gotten roped into this.

>Anemachi had burst into her room this morning and shuffled her here in an impulsive fervor, babbling something about how the winner would get a Fantia coupon or something.

>Before she'd even been able to ask for details, she'd found herself seated before dozens of sizzling platters of pork, waiting for an announcer to blow the starting whistle,

>She claps her hands to her face; the situation may be a little unexpected, but she's no quitter. No matter the competition, she plays to win.

>And besides...

>*grrrrrrrrllllllllll*

>She licks her lips. Most people don't know since she has to stay in perfect shape for her idol gig, but she positively adores event food like this.

>She'd once prematurely ended a trip to a theme park with some friends' families as a child by eating over ten people's leftovers at lunch and rendering herself glutted into immobility.

>Actually, Anemachi'd probably had a pretty good idea what she'd been asking this morning.

>The whistle blows. Suisei's opponents take off, shoving bite after bite of grilled meat into their mouths and chewing rapidly.

>They don't hold a candle to the starving blue-haired girl to their sides though.

>Suisei hardly wastes a millisecond deepthroating an entire dog, bun and all, and chasing it down with a thick gulp of water. She mewls in pleasure as the rich flavor of the meat fills her mouth and the compressed mass of calories begins to slide down her throat.

>There's no time to relax and savor the taste, though. Before the first dog is even halfway down her esophagus, she's pushing a second soggy tube of meat through her lips and preparing a third.

>The minutes pass. Some of the casual contestants are beginning to slow, reaching their sixth or seventh hot dogs, and even the veterans are beginning to feel full, but the furious blue hurricane between them is still practically inhaling her food. The crowd is starting to grow entranced with this beautiful dark horse.

>The girl's stomach is bulging tightly against her checkered dress, plain for everyone to see. It looks massive and tight on her thin frame; she must be practically stuffed to the gills by this point.

>...right?

>As if totally unaffected by the over two dozen hunks of meat and bread filling her guts, Suisei happily throws down dog after dog. The savory taste is simply intoxicating, and the sensation of increasing pressure on her stomach lining is making her head go fuzzy, like a potent high.

>Only two minutes remain. Almost every contestant has dropped out by now, but even the few remaining know they stand no chance at this point. While they're struggling to get even fragments of meat down their gullets, their giddy opponent hasn't slowed in the slightest.

>Even in her overexcited state of mind, Suisei is starting to feel her limits. Her stomach is painfully turgid, and her skin is tinted a light red.

>Worse, she's realizing she didn't think through her state of dress enough before starting. Her stylish belt is pressing tightly into her engorged flesh, and it's starting to hurt.

>She can't slow down though! She promised Anemachi she'd win, and she'll be damned if she makes herself a liar.

>With only a minute left, she redoubles her efforts, ignoring the angry rumbling coming from her lower belly. She finds that focusing on the mouthwatering taste of the pork allows her to forget about the queasiness assailing her.

>The obscene swell of her stuffed flesh is starting to escape the bottom of her dress and causing it to ride up on her sides, exposing her lacy lingerie, but she's too focused to think about the crowd staring at her. She has to go even faster... fill her belly even more... truly stuff herself silly!

>But even still... this... damned... belt......

>...*POP*...!!!

>Even after having ridden several centimeters up her swollen torso in response to the pressure, the weakly-stitched clasp must have had enough. With a violent ripping sound, it shoots off of the blue leather and goes flying into the crowd.

>Endorphins rush Suisei's brain as the sense of pressure biting into her gut is suddenly alleviated. Without any outside resistance, the warm sensation pressing on the insides of her guts feels heavenly, and she's filled with a second wind of appetite.

>In actuality, she was the clear winner ages ago, but she's too engrossed in filling every corner of her tummy to the brim to even think about stopping now. The light pain still assaulting her tummy, the shouts of the crowd, the progress of her opponents, none of it matters as much as the burning need to stuff her throat full of as much meat as possible❤︎

>The whistle announcing the end of the competition finally blows. Suisei gets through a whole extra hotdog before the MC grabs and raises her arm into the air victoriously. Mouth still stuffed with soggy bread, she slowly snaps out of her delirium and looks up at the cheering crowd before scanning to her left and right and seeing a wave of defeated contestants. Anemachi is frantically waving and jumping in joy. She's... she's won!

>Her high wearing off along with the tense atmosphere, the adrenaline filling her system fades, and all of a sudden she feels like she can hardly move a muscle. Looking down at her stomach, she's shocked.

>The swollen organ is bigger than it's ever been in her life. It looks like someone glued a boulder to her torso, and it feels about as heavy. The thick mass of flesh is gurgling angrily and drenched in sweat, pushed to its limits. She feels like all the energy in her body is going into processing the torrent of meat and bread filling it.

>Feeling herself begin to drift off into a much needed sleep, a golden trophy is suddenly pressed into her limp hand, and she's told to smile for a commemorative photo.

>With the last of her strength, she grips the award just enough to keep it from falling and gives a pained grin to the camera. The moment the shutter snaps, she slips off into dreamland with a dumb grin and a stream of drool slipping through her lips. Fantasies of meats and sweets dance through her thoughts, and just before they cut out entirely, something mildly unpleasant comes to mind

>...What's going to happen to her once all this digests?

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>Suisei stands in front of her mirror with a thin, forced smile and twitching eyebrows. She's still wondering whether or not she's dreaming. She... must be dreaming, right? She's a pure, athletic idol that embodies the ideals of hundreds of thousands of idol fans. There's no way she could actually look like this.

>There's no way she could actually look like this tubby girl in the reflection!

>Suddenly feeling her insides churning, she reaches a hand down to rub her gut and realizes it's still digesting. Memories flood her mind, and she remembers with a grimace the ridiculous antics she got up to yesterday. 

>Forty-six hot dogs were not kind to her figure.

>Looking back up at herself, she observes a soft layer of pudge coating her previously toned muscles. The tight definition of her arms and legs is totally gone, her thighs are packed with enough blubber to nearly touch just while standing, and... and her big, fat, wobbling gut......!

>Even though she understands that part of the reason it's still sticking out this much is because she's not done processing last night's feast, the swell of adipose is still clearly magnitudes larger than it used to be. Stretching out several inches from her torso and sagging slightly over her hips, the poor organ inside must have expanded in capacity at least threefold from the torture it'd been put through. The result is an embarassingly belly-heavy figure, the jiggly orb standing out even compared to the rest of her plumped-up assets.

>Face burning in shame, she begins to get dressed for the day while dreading how she's gonna explain this to management when a sudden hitch comes up.

>She can't clasp any of her belts around her middle.

>Come to think of it, her dress had been awfully difficult to slide her plump limbs through, and her lower half feels awfully breezy right now.

>Surely, things hadn't gotten this bad, right? She'd definitely gained some weight, but it's not as if she'd become so much of a fatass that'd she'd already outgrown her wardrobe...... right!?

>Pulling as hard as she can manage, Suisei manages with a huff to finally set her belt, albeit on the widest notch. Nervously grinning into the mirror, she feels a wave of satisfaction come on at managing to get the uniform on.

>"Still fits!"

>Relaxing her tense muscles, Suisei lets out a relieved sigh...

>...only to hear a quiet *snap* and feel her gut droop slightly.

>She's a broken a second belt in as many days.

>Tearing up slightly in frustrated embarassment, the blue-haired idol stomps off to the kitchen. She'd love to think about anything but her current predicament right now, and a pint of Haagen-Dazs sounds like a damn good distraction.

>Feeling the sweet, creamy taste of vanilla melt onto her tongue, Suisei relaxes into her couch. She's definitely gonna diet all this off some day... but that day is not today.

>She takes another bite.