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Since Aiden arrived to the States with little more than a month left of school, Liam saw no need in enrolling him just yet. So, to the canids' great jealousy, his father decided to opt out of sending him to school, simply waiting until the fall semester to start. Meanwhile, the others were left to slog through the day, anxiously awaiting the last bell so they could finally hang out with the kangaroo again.

Over the next few weeks, time seemed to pass as a frenzied blur of competitive binging for the greedy cubs. Every day, the four would meet at either Aiden's or Koar's home -- going to the brothers' house was too risky after what happened the previous month -- for an afternoon of fun, games, and food, stuffing themselves until they were ready to pass out, gradually pushing their bellies to new limits with the marsupial's help. Aiden shared all his tips, tricks, and secrets to gaining and, to the others' reluctance, he even showed them how they should exercise to keep their strength up and in check with their swelling frames. Quickly adjusting to this new routine, the young gainer pups could see their efforts pay off around their expanding waists as they slowly packed on the pounds, adding to their already-impressive girth.

Just as the school year came to an end, an announcement was made that the school would be hosting its annual student fair in the summer, inviting all students to come together and help set up booths and games as a means to reconnect before classes started again. While the brothers and Koar at first thought little of the announcement, Aiden was genuinely excited and regaled his friends of all the fairs he had been to. From extravagant street fairs with thousands of people and hundreds of booths to see, to more intimate school fairs like this where everyone knew each other, two things were consistent: everybody always had an amazing time and there was always a ton of food. At just the mention of food, the others perked up immediately and began daydreaming of all the fattening carnival foods they could imagine, Aiden supplementing their dreams with a long list of barbequed meats, baked beans, cobblers, pies, cotton candy, casseroles, mashed potatoes and gravy, turkey drumsticks, buttered corn on the cob, and so many sweets they could almost feel the cavities forming in their teeth.

Thinking of the fair during the last couple weeks of school, Koar came up with the brilliant idea of having their own booth where they could serve all the different foods they'd been dreaming of. The others agreed it was a fun idea, however, after asking their teacher if that would be something the cubs could put together, the jackal's idea was instantly shot down because the boys could not cook at a booth like that; they would need an adult to do the cooking. With the four sulking for the rest of the afternoon, it wasn't until Kazan hatched another idea that they finally perked back up.

Nervously dialing the number to his uncle's home, Koar held the receiver to his ear as he patiently waited for him to pick up, realizing after the sixth ring that Nik was likely busy working at his restaurant. He cleared his throat before the answering machine picked up and spoke as calmly as he could, "Hey Uncle Nik, this is Koar. I wanted to know if you could do me and my friends a favor this summer. Our school is having a fair in a couple months and we wanted to put up a food booth but our teachers won't let us do any of the cooking. We were wondering - um - if you wanted to come to the fair and help us run the booth? If you can call the house tomorrow, I'll be home to answer. Bye Uncle Nik." Exhaling as he hung up, Koar gave his friends a nervous smile.

Nik called back the next day. After teasing the jackal for always letting his stomach think for him, the red panda asked his nephew for more details about the fair, Deklan digging out the flyer from his backpack for Koar to read. "So is this something you can help us out with, Uncle Nik?" the jackal asked.

A soft sigh could be heard through the speaker as Nik thought it over. "I'd love to help you out, kiddo, but I can't afford that kind of charity work. It's been a slow month at the restaurant and I'd be hard pressed to pay for all the supplies out of my own pocket. If the school can supply the food, I'll bring my own equipment and do the cooking, but I can't afford to pay for everything myself right now. How about I call your school on Monday? I'll see if I can't work something out and I'll get back to you. Sound good?"

The others saw the disappointment on Koar's face. "I understand, Uncle Nik," the jackal gave a slight nod, "If I think of something else, I'll give you a call? Okay... bye-bye."

"Can he not do it?" Kazan asked, ears pinning down.

"He said he could bring the equipment and do the cooking, but he can't pay for all the food he would need for the fair. He's gonna call the school and see if he can work something out, but I don't think we can have our booth, guys," Koar explained, staring at the floor in embarrassment as his plan fell apart.

Crossing his arms across his doughy chest, Aiden bit his lower lip as he thought. "Well... what if my dad pays for the food? If we explain it to him, I'm sure he won't mind! He's made lots of donations to my schools before to make sure I could be enrolled, and this time it'll be for someone other than just me!" The others perked their ears into the air as Aiden explained his idea. Their booth might yet still live.

While the school turned down Nik's proposal to provide the labor and equipment in exchange for the supplies, the red panda did drive into town the next weekend to meet with Liam. After Aiden told his father of the idea his friends and he had; the older kangaroo could clearly tell they were earnest enough to see their plans through - he just needed to meet with this panda to ensure his investment wouldn't being squandered. Meeting at a local coffee shop to discuss their business, Nik explained his relationship with Koar and his father, his experience in the kitchen, and the years he'd spent managing his own restaurant. Both men walked away from the meeting much more confident in each other. While Liam was convinced he could trust Nik to both watch over his son and not waste his money, Nik felt this could be the start of a great friendship as well as a lucrative business investment.

Nik had arranged to spend the weekend at Koar's home, receiving a "surprise" visit from Aiden and the two brothers who begged insistently for a sampling of the red panda's latest culinary concoctions. Inviting the three in, Nik had them fetch his nephew from upstairs as he set to work on a tray of assorted sandwiches for them to try. With the platter ready within half an hour, the boys were each treated to half a dozen different sandwiches with a separate plate made for Aiden to take home to his father as a little extra to seal the deal. Thanking Nik for the meal, Kazan, Deklan and Aiden left for the brothers' house, eagerly anticipating the school fair.

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"Oh!" Deklan stopped dead in his tracks, just as he turned a corner in the hallway.

"Ack!" Kazan nearly tripped over his brother, his protruding belly bumping into the culpeo's back, "Dek! What are you -?!"

"Shh! There they are!" Deklan exclaimed, cutting the wolf off with hushed excitement. Retreating back behind the wall, he discreetly pointed a claw at a few kids on the other side.

With their ears at attention, the others carefully poked their heads around the corner, quickly spotting their targets and trying to hear what they were saying. Smugly leaning against the wall, chatting amongst themselves, was the group who, on countless occasions, had ridiculed the boys for their ever-increasing size.

"Oooh!" a mischievous grin crept across Kazan's chubby cheeks, "You guys ready?"

Deklan and Koar gave the wolf an enthusiastic nod. "Operation: Bully Trick is a go!" Koar whispered - he'd had this planned out for days now. Taking the lead, he turned the corner and casually walked by their antagonizers, pretending not to notice them. "So is that everything we need?" the jackal asked, just loud enough for the bullies to overhear.

The brothers followed behind closely. "Yeah, I think so. We should be all set for the fair!" Kazan replied, his tail flicking about happily.

One of the bullies cocked an ear at the familiar voices. Elbowing his friend to shut up, he got the others' attention and motioned his head toward the pudgy canines. They turned their heads slightly, watching them from the corner of their eyes, and listened, with malicious intent, to what they assumed was a private conversation.

"Mmm..." a hungry growl emanated from Deklan throat, "I can't wait to get our booth all set up! I can almost taste all of Nik's food right now!"

At first, Kazan and Koar only thought Deklan was trying to make their act more believable, but he really wasn't even pretending anymore. Unbeknownst to the culpeo, an audible gurgle suddenly escaped his stomach and the others soon caught him fantasizing over the red panda's cooking. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the bullies lurking behind them. Sneering the instant the low rumbling reached their ears, they gave each other a tacit look of spite and waited for their leader's signal to continue.

The jackal giggled and gave Deklan's gut a light jab, catching him off guard as a sharp yip roused him from his daydream, "Hey! What was that for?!"

"Sounds like you guys have plans for the fair!"

The voice, filled with an ominously feigned friendliness, startled the confused culpeo. Whipping around, Deklan abruptly found himself face-to-face with a lion's cocky smirk and his sagging paunch mashed up against the feline's slender build. "Ack!" He hopped and let out a short yelp in shock, "Hi... C-Connor..." It took him a moment to compose himself and recall their original plan. "What's up...?" he asked, still a little bit nervous. Looking down at his bulging middle, Deklan tried backing away but found himself pinned against the wall. The lion's cohorts - a coyote, a grizzly bear, and a fox - stood behind him and stifled a laugh.

"Not much," Connor casually said, pretending to ignore the gelatinous mass squishing around his body, "You?"

"Erm..."

"We're gonna have our own booth at the fair!" Koar butted in excitedly.

"Wow! Really? The school's letting you run your own booth? That's awesome!" the lion cried with mock disbelief, "What's it gonna be?"

"Food!" Kazan nearly shouted, absolutely thrilled as he bounced up and down on his toes, causing the fat on his frame to jiggle along violently, "We're gonna have all sorts of yummy stuff! You guys should stop by!" Just like his brother, the wolf was also starting to get hungry as he thought through an extensive list of the greasiest, most mouth-watering fair foods he could imagine.

"Oh yeah?" Connor dropped his pretense, now genuinely interested but for different reasons, "Maybe we will! Right, guys?"

The lion's friends all nodded and agreed simultaneously, doing their best not to scoff.

"Cool! We can't wait!" the jackal exclaimed. "Hope you all bring your appetites!" he added, briefly turning toward Kazan and Deklan with a sly grin.

A fitting yet painfully ironic scheme formed in the feline's mind. "For sure!" Connor smirked, not at all questioning the invitation. In spite of how the lion and his friends heckled the cubs on a daily basis, they didn't seem to find it strange that they were being invited to their booth at the fair. It was all so easy and perfect for the bullies; the pups were practically asking for it!

Sneering as they walked away, Koar turned to his friends and gave them a thumbs up. "Way to go guys! I think we got those guys to spread the word now." Nudging Deklan's middle, he added, "And quick thinking about pretending to be all distracted by the food. I think that really sold it!"

Deklan gave an embarrassed smile as he rubbed his belly. "Yeah, that's what I was doing... pretending." Winking at his brother as they headed for the exit, the culpeo voiced a question that had been bugging him since yesterday, "What do you guys think Aiden's plan is? He said he needed a day to figure it out and I'm dying to know."

Kazan shrugged as they left the school, "I have no idea, but I bet it's going to be fun and really filling. Everything he does revolves around food!"

"Well let's hurry up and get over there," Koar said, setting a quick pace, "The faster we get to Aiden's, the sooner we can ask him."

The two brothers groaned some as they hurried to keep up with their lighter friend. "And the sooner we can get a snack. I'm starving!" Deklan exclaimed.

Letting themselves into the marsupial's home, the boys unloaded their backpacks and rushed to the kitchen, unsurprised to find Aiden kneeled down and rooting through the cupboards for something. "What are we making today?" Kazan asked, snickering as the kangaroo jumped slightly.

Pulling himself free and struggling to his feet, Aiden smiled at his friends and held out three boxes of blueberry muffin mix. Working together, the four set to work preheating the oven, mixing all three boxes together at once, taking numerous "samples" of the batter, and filling two large cupcake tins, soon having forty-eight muffins to share between them.

Lounging in Aiden's room and popping pastry after pastry into their hungry jaws, the four gluttons slowly worked their way through the mountain of muffins, Aiden encouraging and pushing them to stomach as much as they could. Finally, crumbs smeared into their fur and empty wrappers littered across the floor, they succeeded in demolishing Mt. Muffin, collapsing back in their seats while rubbing their stuffed bellies.

"This is the life," Kazan mumbled, belching loudly and blushing as the others laughed.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered," Deklan said, struggling to sit up from the floor, "Did you figure out what your plan was gonna be, Aiden? You said you needed to think on it last night."

Brushing a stray crumb from his chest, Aiden thought about the idea he had. "I think I do. And I think you guys are gonna like it, too." Interested, the others perked their ears and looked at the kangaroo. "It's about the food booth for the fair. My dad and Nik were talking about what to charge for it, and I think your flyer said tickets were like, two dollars each and they wanted to charge two tickets for a plate of food. I got to thinking... What if we offered something other than just food? If we ran a separate side of the booth, we could make even more!"

The others furrowed their brows as they tried to process this. "Okay," Deklan said, "But what could we offer beside food? The teachers won't even let us help cook."

Flashing a row of pearly white teeth, Aiden chuckled and leaned forward in his chair. "What if we still offer food - just with a twist? The booth still has its food service side, but then we can do an 'All They Can Eat' booth too!"

"Don't you mean 'All You Can Eat'?" Koar asked.

Aiden shook his head and thumped his tail excitedly. "Nope, 'All They Can Eat' and the 'they' is us! Nik does all the cooking and charges two tickets for a plate of food. But then we tell the people for just one more ticket, they can buy a plate of food for us, as a competition, to see which one of us can eat the most!"

Ears standing at attention and tails wagging in a blur, Koar, Kazan, and Deklan looked from each other back to Aiden, excitement written on their faces.

"Can we really do that?"

"Will the teachers let us?"

"We're really going to get people to buy us free food?!"

Aiden laughed as everybody spoke at once, "The idea still needs some tweaking, mates, but I bet we could make it work. Everybody loves a show with their dinner and what could be more entertaining than four fat boys wolfing down insane amounts of food? And for one ticket a plate, it's a steal!"

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To everyone's relief, classes were finally winding down during the last week of school. The hustle and bustle between the halls grew more and more fervent with each passing day, all the students chatting amongst each other, eager to start their summer vacation. Some had plans to travel while others would relax at home, but the entire school buzzed about with anticipation for its annual summer fair. Just as they predicted, Kazan, Deklan, and Koar's little advertising campaign worked like a charm and the bullies generated more attention than they ever could have alone. Even with nothing else being mentioned about their booth, word quickly spread as everyone soon found out. Of course, the bullies twisted the news to their liking, so several of their peers couldn't help but scorn the idea of having three of the fattest kids at school - now notoriously rumored to be responsible for forcing everyone into double PE - running a food booth. However, most were genuinely interested, intrigued at having a caterer on-site as opposed to a cheap concession stand, as in previous years.

Although none of them had any plans for the summer, the tubby cubs' break was far from boring. Spending much of their first week off at Koar's house, the four of them devoted as much time as they could hammering out the details of their booth with the jackal's uncle, Aiden wasting no time in sharing his new idea with the red panda. To the boys' delight, Nik agreed with hardly a second thought. Not only did it sound like a promising way to increase traffic, he also had to admit to himself how much he enjoyed watching these gluttons stuff themselves silly. Nik even suggested that they challenge themselves to expand the capacity of their already-bottomless stomachs, all in the name of putting on a better show. Hearing this, they couldn't have been more excited to start.

In the month and a half leading up to the fair, the four spent most of their time at the marsupial's home, where their guts were constantly stuffed on a near-daily basis with a seemingly endless supply of food. They spent long hours lazing about, entertaining themselves with Aiden's vast array of video games and popping countless salty, sugary, and greasy goodies passed their lips as they played. Courtesy of the wealthy tree kangaroo, a steady stream of chips, sodas, snack cakes, frozen pizzas, and various forms of delivery were all either inhaled or forcefully crammed down their greedy gullets, keeping the insatiable cubs preoccupied throughout the day and into the evening.

Although they were all eager to boost their boundless appetites, the four cubs looked to Nik whenever they needed a little extra enticement, the red panda more than willing to help push them along. Spending what little free time he had from running his restaurant, the red panda feverishly experimented and perfected new recipes in time for the fair. Every weekend, as Aiden's father returned from work, Nik came to visit and cook up a dinner of generous "samples" for everyone to taste and critique. Platter after platter were emptied and stacked on top of each other throughout the night, quickly forming a formidable tower atop the dinner table. While Liam was certainly eager to have a taste of Nik's irresistible food, he had his own limits and tried to restrain himself to only a few forkfuls from each plate so as to sample everything. Even then, he found himself leaving the table bloated and sluggish every time. Luckily for the boys, the older kangaroo could hardly stomach half of what any of them were capable of. As a result, their belt-busting bellies were completely stuffed to the gills as the night wore on, their hides swelling more and more with each new dish they devoured. It soon became commonplace for them to spend the night at Aiden's house, the grossly overfed pups simply too full to even go home before passing out in a food-induced coma - only to wake up the next morning and start all over again.

After just three weeks of this new routine, the results of their incessant binging had already become noticeable. It wasn't obvious to them, even less so to those they saw every day, but their gain was already nearing the double digits. What was apparent, though, was the slowly increasing capacity of their voracious stomachs. Over time, they found it easier and easier to contain the massive influx of food in their expanding middles, eating a little more and steadily stretching their guts further and further with each passing day.

The first month seemed to pass in the blink of an eye for the enthusiastic gainers as hundreds of thousands of calories flooded their systems. And with them doing little more than sit around playing video games, with the rare workout day, all of that excess energy quickly turned into the rich surplus they desired. With the combined help of Aiden's coaching and Nik's cooking, Kazan and Deklan made rapid progress in their weight gain, reaching their goals at an alarming rate - even the kangaroo himself was beginning to crawl passed the plateau that had plagued for months on end. With their sibling rivalry in full swing, the brothers started piling pound after pound of warm, plush fat onto their bodies, the wolf managing to catch up to the culpeo but finding it more and more difficult to match him as their competition progressed. The extra flab filled out their broad softening frames and added an even thicker squish to them than they already had. Their cherubic faces grew pudgier as their chubby cheeks puffed out fuller. Their double chins were slightly more apparent, helping conceal their stocky necks. An extra layer of fat was subtly draped over their stumpy arms and legs. Even their chests became doughier, but most of all, the bulk of their new weight collected around the waistlines of their burgeoning bellies. With the circumference of their impressive girth swollen out a couple inches wider, their shirts were left uncomfortably tight and the poor overtaxed button on their shorts strained just to remain intact.

Where the two brothers had found a steady pace for themselves, Koar began to struggle with his own waistline. Like the others, his appetite had practically become limitless, but all those calories seemed to have little effect on him. Watching Kazan and Deklan gradually grow larger and softer, Koar could only feel himself become more and more jealous. His only solace was seeing how much trouble Aiden was having as well. While the brothers were completely absorbed in their own personal competition, Koar was somewhat left out and subconsciously paired himself with the tree kangaroo. Looking up to his older friend, wondering if he'd ever be more than just a little soft around the middle, Koar dreamed of developing a more imposing frame.

Two weeks before the fair was scheduled, Koar cleared his throat after one of their daily binges to bring up something that'd been on his mind, "Hey guys? I've been thinking... and I don't think you're going to like it..." Kazan and Deklan looked up from their weight-related bickering, Aiden sitting up in bed, as they gave the jackal their attention. "I sorta already talked to Nik about this and made up my mind, but... I don't think I'm gonna do the eating booth with you guys. I just think I'll look out of place or... y'know... maybe everyone would feel bad for me, being smaller and all, and not put any tickets on me." Every ear listening quickly fell, Kazan clumsily crawling to his knees, ready to argue. "It's fine though. Nik said I can help serve plates still and I'll have plenty to snack on," he added, giving them a half-hearted shrug.

Deklan looked from the dejected jackal and to the others, begging, "C-come on, Koar... That isn't fair though! We're all supposed to be in this together! That's what it's all for..." A quiet whine escaped him as he knit his brow with concern.

Patting his full stomach, Koar tried to smile encouragingly. "It'll still be fun you guys, and Uncle Nik said he could really use the help. Trust me; I'm okay skipping the contest."

The others looked between themselves uneasily before Aiden gave him a small nod. "If you're sure, Koar, I understand. You can always change your mind though..."

The jackal flashed his friends a short grin. "I'm sure, you guys. Besides, I know Uncle Nik and I won't be going hungry."

With the disheartening news settled, the friends spent the week before the fair with the red panda. He took the week off to work with the cubs, shopping for supplies and spending hours at the school building their booth. Setting up a service counter, small buffet, and cooking area, Nik was satisfied with the booth's presentation. For their side booth, he brought in a long table to place beside the service counter, three chairs behind it with enough elbowroom for his young contestants. To top everything off, a large sign painted in bold vibrant colors reading "All They Can Eat!" was proudly displayed overhead. When the boys complained about all the hard work of getting everything ready, Nik reminded them that presentation was key and that a nice booth would generate greater foot traffic. Koar in particular took that reminder to heart as he'd spent a number of evenings with his uncle learning how to properly build a plate - and getting to clear it afterwards as well.

At long last, after months of diligent preparation for both their booth and their bellies, the day had finally come. As with every year, cars arrived at the fair in droves, filling the parking lot to capacity and even overflowing into neighboring streets. Inside the school gates, numerous tents and canopies lined the blacktop in neat rows to shade the various booths hiding underneath. The wide array of games and activities had all the children running about, screaming and giggling with excitement. Meanwhile, with their cubs in a safe and friendly environment, the parents were given their own corner of the fair to sit back, relax, and socialize amongst each other. Finally, smack in the middle of all the commotion sat the product of their hard work, the five of them eagerly watching as furs poured into the fair, waiting for their first customer.

With the flood of furs gradually making their way deeper into the sea of booths, it wasn't long before a line formed outside their tent, mostly parents of their schoolmates grabbing a bite to eat before going to meet their friends. Koar immediately put all the training his uncle had given him to use, loading up plate after plate with select food from the buffet, each one neat and presented to the red panda's approval. Aiden and the brothers sat at their table patiently, ears perked and tails swaying lazily as they waited for their own chance to shine. Sadly, the first pair of customers got their food from the jackal and promptly left the booth, the friends giving each other concerned looks. It wasn't until their eleventh customer that the anxious pups got their first bit of attention. A raccoon walked into the tent and looked at them seated behind the table. He glanced up at the sign and asked, "What's that over there?"

Nik looked up from the plate he was making and flashed the smiling cubs a grin. "That's the second attraction to our booth, sir. These boys have been training all summer to put on a spectacle that won't disappoint you! For one ticket you can put half a plate of food towards one of them and, as the sign says, watch All They Can Eat. The real show will begin after they've had a few plates, but please feel free to be the first!"

Smiling at the very idea, the raccoon gave it the briefest of thought before pulling out five tickets, giving each boy their first plate as well as getting his own. Koar quickly loaded up the four plates, making sure to serve the raccoon first before giving his friends their own dishes. It was a little disappointing for them that the raccoon didn't stick around to watch, but they pushed that aside and hungrily attacked their plates. That first customer seemed to break the ice and soon every other fur coming into the tent placed an extra ticket or two toward the All They Can Eat table. A few stayed to watch once styrofoam plates began to pile up and it soon became obvious the cubs really were putting on a show.

Within the first hour of business, Aiden, Kazan, and Deklan had amassed nearly a dozen empty dishes stacked beside each of them. To their delight, their schoolmates came by shortly after, mouths agape at the sight of two familiar pudge dogs pigging out and absolutely astounded by the massive tree kangaroo putting them both to shame. Six of them grinned at each other and rushed to the red panda, each throwing a ticket down and letting Nik divvy up the plates. In minutes, a small crowd of boys and girls swarmed under the tent, pressed tight against each other as they watched the brothers and their friend demolish plate after plate of food like it was nothing. Curious to see just how far these contenders could go, a few of the kids put one of their own precious tickets forward, adding to the already substantial backlog. By now, more adults were sticking around to watch as well, equally as amazed as the children and just a little worried the contestants were pushing themselves too hard. By the second hour, almost three dozen plates had piled up beside each cub, Aiden's tower noticeably taller as everybody wanted to see just how much the behemoth of a marsupial could hold.

Nik broke away from helping Koar serve plates as he frantically restocked the buffet, nearly every pan now scraped clean. It hadn't hampered business in the slightest, however, as the crowd in their tent were no longer interested in feeding themselves as much as they were in feeding this display of unrelenting gluttony. Emptying the last of the remaining food onto a plate, Koar hurried to place it on the table with the others. Both Aiden and Deklan had five more waiting to be eaten while Kazan trailed behind with seven. Looking back to his uncle rushing to fry up more food, Koar took a sharpie and one of the fliers advertising Nik's restaurant, sloppily scrawling on the back "Restocking! Enjoy the show!" and taping it to the service counter. Nobody appeared to notice, so the jackal hurried to help his uncle.

At the center of attention, Aiden, Kazan, and Deklan furiously fought to keep up with the constant flood of food. For every plate they devoured, another one took its place at the end of their rapidly accumulating backlog. Luckily for them, the break in sales finally gave them a chance to catch up, but this respite was, unfortunately, short-lived. After clearing only a few quick plates each, they suddenly found new ones flying in faster than ever as Koar scrambled to fill all of the delayed orders, Nik having already managed to push out a fresh batch of food with even more on the way. Hot dogs and hamburgers, funnel cakes and fritters, chicken and turkey, and more were all recklessly crammed down those three hungry gullets. One at a time, plate after plate of the most mouthwatering finger-foods they could imagine were polished off and hastily slapped on top of the growing stacks now looming over their heads. With the cubs so wrapped up in plowing through Nik's cooking, they seemed to forget about the furs surrounding them. The striking size of the crowd only attracted more onlookers while everyone curiously watched the hedonistic spectacle with gross fascination. Most were stunned and amazed that three boys could put on a show like this, though some were quick to shake their head in disgust and walk away. Over time, all the cheering, yelling, and sarcastic cries for more faded into the background as the boys could only think about how much more they could pack into their cavernous bellies and how much faster they could do it than the others.

It was long since they stopped keeping track of their progress, their food-addled minds too preoccupied to count that high after the first couple hours of gorging. As plates piled higher and higher, the tower of styrofoam beside each contestant soon became too high to reach without wasting precious time and forced them to start new ones. The overworked jackal quickly noticed how dangerously high the stacks were rising and hurried behind his friends to set their emptied plates on the ground. Filling the newly freed real estate with fresh ones, Koar was shocked to see the stack was already beginning to clear the height of the table. Regardless, the swarm of spectators continued relentlessly bidding on the voracious competitors, restless to see who would win and mesmerized by the gradually expanding balls of flesh. Aiden in particular was given a rough time, two plates going to him for every one going to the others, since his immense girth and ferocious pace practically dwarfed the other two and led everyone to believe he would undoubtedly emerge victorious. Despite the fact, though, Kazan and Deklan remained strong and held their ground, not slowing in the slightest since the start of the competition, determined to put all their training to the test. Perhaps, they reasoned, if the mammoth kangaroo was stuffed and defeated early on, one of them might be able to close the gap and take the lead. After all, it wasn't about speed as much as it was about capacity. However, it was clear that Aiden was currently winning in both regards.

As the afternoon wore on, their guts swelled out at an alarming rate, their painfully tight pants gnawing into their bulging waists. Every bite the greedy butterballs took forced their distended middles to inch out a little bit further, only exacerbating the searing discomfort caused by the straining fabric. Hour by hour, the crowd watched as each of their spherical tummies steadily grew larger and rounder. Just that morning, the massive orbs resting in the brothers' laps were doughy mounds of fat, hardly sagging halfway across their chunky thighs. Now they were stretched to capacity and tight as drum, bloated to nearly twice their original size, rolling all the way down to their knees and bumping into the table in front of them. With their shirts having ridden up the vast curvature of their girth long ago, a subtle pink tinge on their creamy midsections became increasingly apparent as the overtaxed skin beneath their thinning fur struggled to contain the mass of food within. The monstrous marsupial was in no better shape. As the majority of tickets were spent on Aiden, his stomach had blown up to colossal proportions and even began to droop over his fat-swaddled knees, pushing out his end of the table as if to make more room for its own growth. In spite of all three's mind-boggling expansion, it was a wonder how the button on any of their tortured shorts managed to survive for as long as they did.

With the end of the fair drawing closer, the competitors were only then showing signs of exhaustion. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for much of the audience as they continued cheering them on and placing orders for yet more food. Despite months of grueling training, constantly stuffing themselves day in and day out, it was rapidly becoming clear that even those insatiable, bottomless pits had their limits. As the hours ticked by and the plates piled higher, the buttons on their shorts began to pop clean off, unable to withstand the extraordinary pressure from their ballooning bellies. One by one, the tiny disks rocketed off their seams with a sharp ping! Following each shot, someone in the front row yelped in pain while the rest of the crowd gasped in horror as they feared the impossibly inflated guts had finally popped. Instead, the ponderous globes simply lurched forward the instant they were freed of their cotton prisons, their owners sighing in relief as the burning tension was alleviated at last, giving them space for more food. With each popped button, a moment of silence befell the spectators, staring in awe before regaining their senses. Some cheered excitedly when the gluttonous cubs continued cramming their faces as if nothing was amiss, but others clapped nervously, wondering where this contest would end.

The final hour closed in on the fair and the boys' rapacious speed had ground to a crawl. In no surprising order and utterly stuffed to bursting, they started dropping out of their contest one at a time. First was the wolf. Kazan's forty-ninth plate was barely cleared before he sluggishly tossed it aside on top of the others. Koar, now mostly relieved of his waiting duties, was quick to slide the next in front of him. Kazan let out a troubling groan as he leaned back and stared down the horizon of his belly at the steaming turkey leg. Its crispy skin oozed with thick savory gravy. Everyone around him noticed him halt, his fellow contestants relieved to be spared from last place. Staring down at the plate, the wolf flattened his ears. A handful of furs in the crowd cheered him on, clamoring for just one more plate, while a few malicious individuals jeered at him, sarcastically calling for the fat pup to keep glutting himself. It all sounded the same to Kazan, though, his ears only hearing demands for this final plate. Reluctantly, he reached for the table one last time, whimpering anxiously as everything in his stomach was compressed even further. It ached to merely sit up, but he pressed on, grabbing the drumstick and slowly bringing it to his mouth, wheezing from the laborious task. After the first few mouthfuls, though, sharp pangs like prickling needles shot across his poor abused hide. Gulping nervously, he took larger, greedier bites out of the leg in an attempt to end the pain sooner. Before he knew it, Kazan found himself biting straight into the bone and instantly dropped it back onto the plate. A high-pitched whine escaped him as he panted and slumped down his chair in defeat, a series of hiccups causing his entire form to shift and bounce uncomfortably. With his sticky paws clutching onto his engorged gut, a blend of grease and various syrupy juices were carelessly smeared into his fur as he limply rubbed over what he could reach, his arms now unable to fully encompass his enormous girth. The crowd murmured amongst themselves uneasily, worry on many of their faces, wondering if the pup would be alright. However, their attention soon returned to the contest as Deklan and Aiden were still going at it, commanding the spotlight. Their concern fell on deaf ears, though, as Kazan's senses were quickly overwhelmed by the long-overdue food coma. A wide grin stretched across Koar's face as he giggled at the sight of his spherical friend. Walking behind him, the jackal took the empty plate and placed it at the top of his styrofoam tower, rounding the wolf out, in more ways than one, at fifty plates.

Deklan followed soon after, only managing a few more plates than his brother before giving up as well. In the middle of his fifty-fourth, a sloppy thunderous belch was emitted from his sauce-stained muzzle. The culpeo's eyes glazed over as his ears drooped down. The slight release in pressure was soothing but hardly changed a thing about how unbelievably full he was. Rapidly losing his battle against the itis, he loosened his grip on the half-eaten burger as it slipped from his paws and dropped onto his overinflated belly, as if using himself as a table. Precariously, he teetered back and forth in his seat, desperately trying to fight off the sleepiness clouding his mind. Just as he was about to collapse on the table, he jerked back up, shooting his eyes wide open. The remains of his burger was the first thing in sight. Deklan let out a pained groan that was only amplified by the miserable growling emanating from the depths of his stomach. Rubbing over it in slow wide arcs with one paw and picking up the burger with the other, the culpeo made one last-ditch effort to finish strong. He took out large weary chomps at a time, having to force each labored mouthful down his gullet. Eventually, after what felt like hours, his overworked jaws were finally given a rest when he was able to make one last heavy swallow, cramming the last of the burger with the other fifty-three entrees he'd devoured over the course of the afternoon. Just like his brother, Deklan could no longer resist the overwhelming feeling of lethargy. With his head rolled off to one side, he was out like a light, his messy paws idly caressing his massively swollen gut in an attempt to soothe the straining flesh. Again, Koar approached from behind the nearly unconscious pup to stack his plate for him, carefully tallying him up at fifty-four plates.

With a clear winner in sight the crowd gave Aiden a thunderous cheer, the loud claps and whistles drowning out the snide remarks of any naysayers. To everybody's shock however, Aiden simply grabbed the next plate in front of him, bringing the foot-long corndog to his lips and taking yet another hearty bite. It seemed being the last to collapse wasn't enough to win for the wide-set tree kangaroo, not when there was still more food in front of him. To the shock and amazement of all watching, Aiden powered through another five plates, clearing each new one slower than the last, bringing him to a total of sixty before the overpowering tightness in his middle took hold. Two final plates sat on the table in front of him, the last two that Nik and Koar had prepared, taunting and teasing him. Focused on forcing these last two plates down his gullet, Aiden was oblivious to the fact that he once again held everybody's attention, the spectators around him waiting to see what this behemoth of a marsupial could do. Inhaling sharply, Aiden heaved himself towards the table but only succeeded in shoving it further away. His immense belly rolled over his thighs and past his knees as he grabbed at both plates, gripping a slice of pecan pie in his left paw and a handful of deep-fried Oreos in his right. Collapsing back in his chair with a dull thud, he brought his prize to his muzzle. Throwing caution to the wind he crammed all the Oreos past his lips, chomping heavily and noisily as he worked to swallow the half-chewed cookies. At the same time, he brought his other paw to his mouth as well, shoving the heavy slice of pie between jaws, right with everything else. Finished at last, Aiden was forced to tilt his chin up and rub over his straining throat to ease the last of the food down, groaning in relief at the enormous boulder in his stomach, slowly kneading it over, feeling his eyelids grow heavy while his vision turned foggy - a sure sign that the kangaroo was finished. Without ceremony or fanfare, his head slumped forward and he passed out, muzzle pressed heavily into his plush chest, propped up by his globular gut.

As the last plate towered atop the others, all three boys, slumped in one way or another, groaned semiconsciously in a bizarre combination of pain and satisfaction. To nobody's surprise, Aiden came away the clear winner with sixty-two plates - just over five dozen - stacked around him, although all of them felt like winners for lasting as long as they did. Seeing the boys' sauce-stained muzzles, sticky paws, and crumb-splattered chests, few in the crowd had ever seen such an indescribable display of gluttony, and those who cheered the boys on quickly grew sullen and silent after seeing the aftermath of the contest. Some turned away in disgust, distancing themselves from such an unsightly demonstration and refusing to admit they'd witnessed it while others simply walked away, their entertainment clearly over. A few adults and children in the crowd gave a short round of applause before leaving, the near-comatose cubs just conscious enough to hear that they had performed admirably.

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"Well, well, well... Look what we have here, you guys. Three little piggies too fat to move!"

Kazan groaned quietly, twitching his ears at the sound but still fast asleep. Some thirty minutes had passed since the crowd around them had dispersed. The last few families milling about the fair began to make their way back to the parking lot, ready to head home. The wolf shifted in his chair uncomfortably, repositioning his bloated midsection.

A few more voices joined in and snickered. "Just look at them!" one remarked, "They're huge! I didn't even know it was possible to be such fat sacks of lard!" The others burst out laughing even harder. Stepping to either side of the long table, two of the cubs dragged it aside, revealing a better view of the corpulent hogs.

A cocky lion, Connor, stepped towards them, sneering as he looked over the three engorged contestants, still out of it and sleeping off their massive feast. "Hey, Trevor, Sam, help me wake these fatsos up." A coyote and a fox hurried to their friend, each sizing up the enormous orbs of flesh before them. Following Connor's lead, they grabbed at the fur on the three domelike stomachs, cruelly shaking and jostling them about. Several pained yelps echoed from the tent as Kazan, Deklan, and Aiden were violently awoken.

"Oh, gross!" Sam cried as he shook up the culpeo. "There's food and grease all in his fur!" Deklan whined and flailed his limbs uselessly as he tried to figure out what was going on, his friends reacting similarly to Trevor and Connor's paws.

The lion stood back from Aiden, grinning toothily. "How the heck does a kid become a blob like this?! He must've ate an entire cow to get this big!" he exclaimed, smacking an open paw against Aiden's side, causing his belly to sway and rock in his lap, leaving the marsupial gasping and clutching his middle in pain and fear. The other two bullies laughed and sneered, pushing, slapping, and jabbing at the brothers' bellies as well.

"I can't believe this actually happened," Trevor scoffed, scowling at the blue and green wolf in front of him, "Watching these fat pigs waddle around at school was bad enough. Now they're gonna have to be rolled around!"

"Maybe their parents will feel so bad they get them fatty scooters instead," Sam smirked.

"You guys!" a fourth voice called. Greg, a grizzly bear, was behind the serving counter, inspecting the set up Nik and Koar had left while they were out enjoying the fair. "You're not gonna believe it, there's even more food back here!" The other three looked to each other, grinning wickedly, before rushing to meet with the bear.

Kazan, Deklan and Aiden each groaned in agony, looking around in a daze as they tried to piece together what was happening. The brothers instantly recognized the four bullies, a cutting chill shooting down their spines while Aiden was simply baffled, wondering who would be so rude as to wake them up and torture their grossly overfilled stomachs.

"There's like, enough food to feed the entire school back here!" Sam exclaimed, holding a slotted spoon and stirring through a pan of chicken fingers.

"Don't be stupid, Sam!" Tervor barked, "There's only four dishes here. It's not enough for the whole school!"

Watching the fox tuck his tail down, Connor laughed and took one of the pans from the buffet. "I'll tell you guys what it is enough for." Looking at their immobilized victims, the bullies smirked at each other, quickly grabbing the other dishes from the buffet. Watching as each of them heaved a heavy pan to the table and dropped them down with a heavy thunk, the brothers fidgeted nervously as their tormentors sneered and grinned down at them, quickly putting together what was going to happen.

Aiden, unacquainted with the very concept of bullying, stared at the four in confusion, struggling to get out of his chair. "I don't know who you starkers are, but the fun's over. You mates need to leave."

Looking amongst themselves, Connor and his cohorts burst into laughter. A glint of tears formed in the coyote's eyes as they listened to the behemoth marsupial tell them off. "Th-this fat pig! Oh gods, just listen to how he talks!" Trevor howled, gasping for breath. "That settles it, that settles it guys, he's mine!" he declared, his laughter slowly dying down. Walking towards his victim, Tervor smirked and planted both paws on Aiden's gut, shoving him back into the chair and digging his paws into that colossal sphere. Yelping in pain, Aiden's eyes shot wide-open before the coyote plopped a warm tray of food directly on top of his stomach, adding a substantial weight to the already-sensitive area. "Hope you're still hungry, you giant tub of blubber." With that, Trevor grabbed hold of Aiden's muzzle, forcing his jaws open while his other paw dug into the tray of nachos, pushing an entire pawful into Aiden's mouth. Without even being given a chance to breath, let alone chew, Aiden was relentlessly subjected to the coyote's harsh force-feeding. Pawful after pawful was crammed past his lips and forced him to swallow entire mouthfuls whole. Not every bite made it into his gullet, however, and it wasn't long before his face became an even bigger mess as melted cheese was slopped onto his cheeks and down his chest, leaving him looking as if he was wearing more food than he was being forced to eat.

Both the kangaroo's friends and the other bullies watched Trevor's abuse of the defenseless cub in stunned silence. It was only because of the loud digestive gurgles emanating from the wolf's stomach that Connor, Sam, and Greg turned their attention back to Kazan and Deklan. With a clear plan laid before them, Sam and Connor walked behind the anchored wolf and grabbed him by the arms, pinning him down as Greg brought over the tray of chicken fingers and carelessly plunked it on Kazan's shelf of a belly. Deklan, having nobody restraining him but still just as helplessly stuck as his friends, watched in a mixture of horror, fascination, and envy as the ursine quickly and brutally replicated Trevor's demonstration, mercilessly stuffing the two-toned wolf. Being far less experienced in swallowing food whole, much of the chicken ended up on Kazan's chest and the ground, his fat cheeks simultaneously stuffed full and smeared with grease and crumbs. He whimpered and gagged his way through mouthful after mouthful, feeble muscles straining against the two holding him down, desperate to break free and causing his body to jerk and wobble around in an attempt to escape.

Within ten minutes, however, the wolf had managed to swallow everything that had been crammed down his gullet, collapsing back in his creaking chair and lying limply as his belly heaved and teetered with every labored breath he took. Forced to watch the ruthless feeding his brother had received, Deklan knew what was coming for him and had done what he could to steel himself. This time, Connor and Greg took hold of his arms, holding him down while the fox took one of the remaining trays of food and prepared to give the culpeo the same treatment. Looking around wildly, Deklan caught sight of Trevor and Aiden, the tray of nachos being shoveled down the kangaroo's throat finally empty. The coyote clearly wasn't done, however, as he quickly took possession of the final pan and doubled down on the marsupial, forcing him to literally bite off more than he could chew with a second round of funnel cakes.

Distracted by his friend's plight, Deklan was soon brought back to his own immediate troubles when a pawful of onion rings made its way into his jaws. The culpeo desperately tried to chew over it but was given no chance before a second, and a third, and a fourth pawful made their way in as well. Struggling and crying pathetically as his overtaxed belly was forced to ingest even more food, Deklan powerlessly took his punishment and consumed as many of the onion rings as he could, another ten minutes passing as he slowly polished off the pan and, like the others, was covered in almost as much food as he was eating.

Releasing their captives and carelessly throwing the trays to the ground, the four bullies proudly looked from each other to the three impossibly stuffed, bloated, and pathetically incapacitated hogs in front of them. "Can you believe these fat slobs? Just look at the freak Trevor handled! His gut's almost as big as the rest of him!" Sam quipped. Trevor, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, surveyed the other two familiar canines, snorting. "You guys did a heck of a job yourselves. There's no way these fatsos are moving tomorrow. Heck, they might still be too big to move by the time school starts!" A chorus of sneering laughter cackled out the tent as the four high fived each other, getting ready to leave the scene.

"You guys think we should clean up in case someone thinks we did it?" Greg asked.

Shaking his head as they left earshot of their victims, Connor led them away. "Those fat tubs of lard? One look inside the tent and anybody will just assume they went to get that food themselves. I'd believe it if I wasn't there..."

Left alone in the tent, wheezing for breath and clutching their drum tight, boulder bellies, all three of the cubs groaned and cried at the searing, sidesplitting pain emanating from their rock-hard bellies. None of them had even been so impossibly full. Not even Aiden, in just as much aching discomfort as his friends, had ever crossed this level of reckless overindulgence. Despite the excruciating agony, though, in the back of their minds, Aiden, Kazan, and Deklan were more pleased with themselves than they had ever been before. Not only had their All They Can Eat booth been a huge success, but they had literally cleared out every bite of food Nik had prepared. Though they couldn't taste much of the last round, the rich foods and countless calories were what they ultimately craved. In their minds, the fair had been a rousing success.

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Nik and Koar returned to the tent, stopping dead in their tracks at the mess of food on the floor, trays haphazardly thrown around, and three immobile, food-stained mountains of fur seated in the corner, moaning and rubbing at their swollen, grossly engorged stomachs. "What on Earth happened in here?" Nik asked worriedly, surveying the damage. Pained groaning was his only response when a thunderous belch suddenly erupted from the culpeo. An ear-splitting crunch a moment later was then followed by a tremendous boom as the culpeo toppled to the ground, whimpering on his back. A slight smirk crept across Koar's muzzle. The ride home was going to be an interesting one, he thought.