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Today was finally going to be the day for Rovest. The harehound had been practicing for months, stuffing himself in buffets and eating everything that he could get his paws on. He hadn't been exercising restraint, not in the least, and it surely showed on his frame... But more in just much that he could eat. Gone were the idea of portions or serving sizes for the harehound, as Rovest had graduated into something far more akin to just eating entire platters for servings. He had been forcing more and more down his throat, almost to the point that he passed out nightly with food in his paw, and a painfully packed gut splayed out before him. All of that work wasn't for naught though, as the harehound had a clear goal in mind for his wanton gluttony. Had gaining the pounds all that food had given him been a fun side-project? Of course, but that wasn't his aim. No, he had his sights set on something far more important to him. This was his real goal, his real reason for stuffing himself senseless every single night, and for spending his days just eating whatever he could get his mitts on. His life had become one unending feast, and it was all for a singular, important goal to Rovest.

He had to beat Pono.

That shark had rolled himself into Rovest's life nearly three years ago, and ever since then, the harehound had been doing everything that he could to catch up with the unrepentant glutton. The greedy shark had eaten himself immobile long ago, according to what he told Rovest at least, and it showed in spades with his appetite. The harehound wasn't one to say no to fish, but the amount that Pono ate on a daily basis was absolutely incredible. He didn't slow, or rush, he just ate, and ate, and ate. His appetite seemed to be boundless, as it was often that there would still be gurgles of hunger coming from the shark by the time Rovest was stuffed to the gills. Pono lived on the beach, typical for one of his species and really the only spot that someone of his size could spread out and just revel in his size. A certain wolfdragon had taken the mammoth fish in and kept him fed, but those absurd portions and unyielding gluttony were Pono's and Pono's alone. The shark just wanted to eat himself stupid, and Rovest almost idolized that in his friend.

Of course, that idolizing came with something of a competitive side to it, as Rovest had, after a few months of knowing Pono, proposed an eating contest. The shark had scoffed at the idea, knowing full well that he could outeat Rovest. The harehound, deep down, had known this too... But some part of him wanted to know just by how much he would be out-eaten. The rules had been simple; just eat until you couldn't anymore. There wouldn't be anything like weight of food or speed of eating, this was simply a test of endurance and just how much their stomachs could stretch. Pono's looked like it could fit Rovest, or at least Rovest at the time of their first contest, inside of it... And as such, the shark had handily one that contest. He had embarrassed Rovest, a glutton in his own right, so badly in that eat-off in fact, that the harehound swore that one day he would manage to out-eat Pono. The shark again balked at the idea, patting the small portion of his vast acreage of stomach that he could reach with pride. There would be no out-eating Pono without effort, and yet every week, the pair had their eat-off to see just how much progress Rovest was making. It wasn't so much a competition to the two, just an excuse to stuff their faces, but Rovest did still see it as a goal for himself.

Thusly, the harehound had begun training in his own way to beat Pono. He had started eating more with his meals, eating larger portions, and just, in general, letting his appetite run wild. The harehound didn't overdo it persay, but the first few times after his new diet of everything and anything he could get his paws on started, he ate even less during his eat-offs with Pono than before. This was met with more chiding from the shark, and though it was friendly, the bits of teasing lit a fire under Rovest. He had_to beat Pono now, no matter what, and so on and on his overeating went. He bought every book he could about competitive eating, used water by the gallon to stretch his stomach, and even resorted to getting a few of his inflation friends to pump him with air to even further stretch out his table muscle. It was a slow, steady process for sure, but one that was showing results. Pono wasn't rolling all over Rovest in their contests anymore, and the teasing about just how much more the shark could eat than Rovest was starting to ebb. It was a show that Rovest knew was going to end before too much longer, and one that he couldn't wait to end. He _needed at least one victory, at least once chance to show Pono that size didn't quite matter when it came to eating...

That was at least what Rovest told himself as he looked in the mirror in his house. The harehound had grown absurdly fat from the two-plus years of training that he had undergone to get to the point he was at. Eating food by the pound, surprising no one, meant that there was going to be fat added to the harehound's frame. Just how much fat was up to how active Rovest was, and since he spent most of his time passing out in food comas rather than burning off any of the excess food that he was cramming down into his face. His existence had become one revolving around food some time ago, and so when Rovest had begun needing to turn sideways to exit his bathroom, he just had the doors widened. His scale breaking meant replacing it with a new one, not slowing down his eating. Outgrowing his clothing on nearly a weekly basis just meant that his trips to the mall in order to eat from every single one of the dozen or so restaurants in the food court had a trip to the big and tall store involved... However, those trips had stopped after the X's on clothing had stopped going up in the store. Ordering online meant that even less activity happened for the harehound, and it was quickly becoming that his only trips out were to see Pono, or on the rare occasion that he wanted to go and try to close down a local buffet. That lack of movement and reliance on deliveries that needed pickup trucks to be dropped off meant that the harehound's weight had just truly exploded, and so as Rovest stood before the mirror and filled it to the brim... He wasn't surprised by this. No, but he also wasn't concerned by it. He could still move around on his own, if only just and with no small amount of effort that left him panting and needing a rest after just a few hundred feet. Of course, that was still moving, and it was more than Pono could muster at his beach-smothering size of a few tons. There was just so much of the shark, and there was very quickly becoming a lot more tan on the harehound as his stomach bloated out further and further. He was left beached after every feast now and had been for some time thanks to just how much his stomach would expand given how much food he crammed into it. This also meant, however, that when he was hungry... A rare occurrence if there ever was one, of course... That his stomach had the consistency of pudding and the softness of untold quilts. He stretched that tortured organ out to where he could fit a full buffet in there and still want more. XXL pizzas were simply a snack to the harehound and the fish that he and Pono would eat? There was a reason that Rovest's jaw was often sore after he would compete with Pono, as the harehound had enough room in his stomach now to do as the shark did and just let the fish slide down his throat. It was a true show of gluttony, something that he had spent months practicing with pizzas and fish and various other edibles in an attempt to further push his capacity into the absurd. It worked, though, and it meant that Rovest was ready... Finally... To beat Pono

Calling over his usual ride, a pickup truck that had been reinforced to haul all of Rovest around, the harehound was sitting on his front steps and waiting. Clad in a shirt that looked to have fit about 80 pounds prior and sweatpants that were being rubbed threadbare by his thighs on the inside and had rips on both the outside of his thighs and rump from being rubbed against too many door-jams... The harehound looked the part of a true, unrepentant glutton. He got stares as he just sat and panted on his front steps, filling the passageway meant for three average furs with his width quite easily. There wasn't an inch of on the stair Rovest was sitting on, nor on the few to either side of that as he was pressed against the railing on both sides. He was beyond simply fat, or merely obese. Rovest was huge now, and he felt it... And quite liked it. What he liked more, though, was the gnawing hunger in his stomach, the nearly-painful sensation of an empty stomach. He hadn't eaten anything that day yet, and with how fast his digestion was no trained to work with just how much he ate... Well, it was no surprise that going to be stuffed senseless and waking up ravenous was a common occurrence for the harehound. He often had to sleep with a hose in his muzzle on an automatic pump, keeping his stomach taut and stuffed throughout the night so that he wouldn't wake up feeling ravenous. Of course, that hadn't happened the previous night... No, he needed his appetite at full strength for this.

His ride arrived, and after nearly twenty minutes of groping, shoving, panting, and squirming, Rovest was loaded into the truck. The suspension creaked, and the metal groaned around the bloated parade balloon of harehound, but Rovest paid it no mind. He was on his way to win, finally, against Pono. In fact, he hadn't seen his close friend in almost a month to truly prepare for this, coming up with whimsical and half-hearted excuses for his absence instead of giving the shark any reason to be suspicious as to why Rovest had been gone. There had been the usual chiding for it, but Pono was about as vindictive and heartless as Santa Paws, so it had all been in good fun for both of them, and with the agreement to finally see one another, Pono had joked that Rovest might never leave after this feast; the shark had seen the explosion of weight on the harehound happen week after week for years after all, and with a month of absence and what had been clear gluttony, the shark knew what was coming... Or at least Rovest suspected he did.

It took about thirty minutes to get to the beach, another fifteen for Rovest to disembark from the truck, and then about twenty for him to get to Pono. Throughout all this, the harehound's stomach was screaming and gnawing at itself in its endless demands for something, anything to be stuffed into its confines. The hunger that was eating at Rovest was enough for him to almost consider having his driver stop off for something to eat, but the harehound resisted the temptation and instead just gave his stomach a few hearty pats with his deep brown paws. Those chocolatey, fat appendages that had stuffed him as fat and as absurdly hungry as he was; Rovest was quite proud of himself as he trudged laboriously along through the sand of the beach. Each step sent rippling waves through his fatty, sagging frame. His arms spread out to his sides to keep his balance, as that much loose fat on his frame was enough to ensure his balance was somewhat off with every step. His whole frame quaked with those footfalls, those arms slapping the fat of his moobs with every impact, and it was just a cacophony of pants, gurgles, and sloshes as Rovest waddled ponderously along the beach. He didn't have to go far, thankfully, as he had been dropped off very close to Pono. But there was still some trekking he had to do on his own, and once he was done with it... Well, Rovest all but collapsed down onto the beach beside the grey blob of shark that had driven him to such absurd heights of greed, gluttony, and obesity.

"Hey there..." Pono rumbled out, his speech somewhat slurred by the fat of his face impeding on his mouth. His thick, bassy voice almost shook the beach around the pair, but Rovest was too busy trying to catch his breath from his arduous trek of five hundred feet from parking lot to Pono. Panting hard, the harehound just gave a light wave... And immediately regretted it as he knew there was no way the shark could see him over the horizon of fat that spread out around his frame. Grunting with effort, Rovest again rose to his feet with a long, deep groan. Taking a few deep breaths, he waddled over to his usual spot rather than where he had simply given up on moving, plopping down unceremoniously onto the sand into the large, deep divot which his rump had left both in the sand and the cushion that Pono's caretaker had brought out for the shark some time before; needless to say, the shark had outgrown it, and Rovest... Well, the harehound was on his way there too. That much was obvious too, as Pono finally got a look at Rovest and gave a low, slow whistle at the sight of the harehound in front of him.

"Someone's been eating well," the shark said with a low chuckle, his heft quaking slightly in mirth as that laugh shook his massive, sprawling expanse of stomach. It wasn't much of a girthquake, as the fat on the shark had grown so gravid and heavy that its own mass prevented much jiggling on the shark. There were still bits of his overblown frame that hadn't succumb to gravity and the tensile strength of his hide, though, and they all quaked rather heavily from his laughter, enough that Rovest's attention was momentarily drawn to those portions of the shark.

"Yeah..." Rovest muttered, his breath still coming in hard pants as he calmed down. "I've been... Huff... Stuffing myself silly..."

"I can seeee.." Pono again slurred, looking over Rovest with his usual keen eye and not saying much else for several moments. Rovest's breathing had calmed down by the time he spoke again, and it didn't even take words to know what Pono had in mind; Rovest knew the shark well enough to hear what was coming before it was even said. "Let's eat."

Those words were the last either spoke for hours. Neither bothered with small talk while they ate, lest any food be not consumed by their overzealous stomachs. Rovest could swear that Pono had grown larger too since his last visit, but there was just so much of Pono that it was hard to tell whenever the fish gained any weight. His own gains were incredibly obvious, enough that even he was impressed... But, again, nothing was said to that effect. No, there was just eating, stuffing, glutting, and all manners of food-based debauchery that would leave any normal sight-seer ready for a salad and a year spent doing nothing but going to the gym. Rovest and Pono didn't care about that, though, as all they wanted was to keep on eating through whatever had been placed before them. The harehound had worked out true gluttony, tilting his head back and just letting whatever he was eating flow down his muzzle without bothering to even chew or swallow; his throat was that relaxed and practiced now. Pono was the same thanks to his natural heritage, but even he had trouble doing it with as much ease as Rovest did; clearly, the harehound had taken his time to learn the true ways of gluttony. The contest, if such a show of overeager eating could be called as such, wasn't even much of a contest when it started, as the two were both ravenously hungry, and the initial hour or so of their greedy eating was more spent trying to get something into their groaning and complaining stomachs.

Time wore on, though, and the feeders Pono's benefactor had allotted to the two of them changed out for others. The two were really getting into the contest part of eating, as both Pono and Rovest were showing no signs of slowing down despite the sheen developing on both of their stomachs. Pono, used to massive portions but not to binging as Rovest was, could feel his stomach starting to fill at long last, a feeling which was fleeting at best whenever he was left to his own devices or given his usual food. This was something new, and something he had clearly missed as a deep, gurgling groan of contentment came from somewhere down in the bowels of his fattened frame. Rovest heard this, responding with his own bubbling, gurgling noise of pure excess, something of a groan and a belch rolled into one noise that only the truly fat could even hope to understand. He too could feel his stomach starting to stretch, starting to finally hit that limit he had been growing for months on end. It wasn't so much that he was getting full; that sensation had been programmed out of the harehound through his own wanton gluttony. No, this was the feeling of his body starting to run out of room. He knew that he wasn't, that there was plenty more to be crammed down into himself before he had to concede the challenge, but... As the sand beneath his stomach started to get pushed aside, and Rovest was forced to lean further back in order to accommodate the expansive, overblown table muscle before him that was looking more and more like an attachment to his body than a part of him... There wasn't much more he could do but keep eating.

It took nearly another hour before either one of them cracked. The feeders had been changed again, the food had switched over to hoses, and the two were starting to hear the complaints of the pumps forcing fattening pudding down into them. Both were full, and in actual fact, quite far beyond it. Stuffed, crammed full, packed tight... Every description of overeating failed to explain just how much food was inside both the gluttonous mounds of excess. Rovest's stomach creaked and groaned with every single pump, Pono's fat looked to be stretched out enough to remove some of the rolls around him and instead make him look more spherical than ever before... And yet the two kept on eating. Somehow, some way, food still forced itself down into both of them... At least, until Pono's pump shut off with a loud ding. The shark was officially full as the pump could get him, leaving him wheezing and panting in quick, shallow breaths around the hose still in his mouth. The shark's eyes were already lidded, and that ding was enough for him to just pass out on the spot with how overly full he was. His head sank down into his chest, the hose fell from his muzzle and onto his moobs, where it spilled out some of the pudding onto the slick surface there, and for all intents and purposes, Pono was done. Rovest wasn't done, and... He had won. The harehound had outeaten the shark for the first time ever, and there was proof in the pumps.

It was a victory that Rovest cheered for and celebrated mentally, as he was so full now that even moving his arms sent little pangs of pain through his stomach. In fact, he too was so full that less than a minute after Pono's pump dinged, his own let out its shrill cry of defeat and shut down. Rovest was in the same spot at Pono, ready to collapse into his chest and just let sleep take him so that his stomach could try and make sense of the comically large feast he had just vacuumed up. There wasn't a question in the harehound's mind that he had overdone it this time, and that leaving the beach would be a bit of a challenge for him once all the food he had eaten was digested. Rovest didn't much care about that though, his food-addled mind focusing on one thought as the black veil of sleep closed in around him. That singular, driving force that had gotten him there, and made every night of stuffing himself to this point worth it.

He had won.