Chili Eating Time!
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 45
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The sixty-foot tomboy with her slave strolled through the carnival like she owned it. People moved quickly out of the way, not looking up at her, but giving Misty the attention she craved. Misty surveyed the carnival, not bothered at all by the fact she wouldn’t be able to go on any of the rides. Ferris wheels and rollercoasters kind of become dull when you’re taller then both of them. Ash felt the same way because he now constantly rode on the wildest, most unpredictable ride in the world and without wearing a seatbelt to boot. No, they weren’t at the carnival to go on rides, they were their for the exhibitions.
“Check it out Misty, that booth is selling a new spray deodorant with pine smell. Maybe you want to check it out, buy a few cans,” Ash excitedly pointed to. Misty frowned at her tiny companion, getting the hint that he thought she should buy a few hundred cans for her own foul pits. His brief time under her arm had shown him the most terrible of odors and he was trying to help Misty dispel it from her body. But Misty wasn’t biting. She loved her body odor and how it scared and horrified everyone that came close. She was a tomboy after all and she had to be proud of her stinky pits, putrid feet and noxious farts.
“I got a better idea, my little slave boy,” Misty grinned wickedly and pointed to a large podium with a banner handing from the top. Ash looked across the carnival and paled at what Misty was pointing to. On the podium sat a huge swimming pool like tub, overflowing with a thick brown sludge. Above it the banner waved in the air, saying six words that chilled Ash to the bone.
CERULEAN CITY ANNUAL CHILI EATING CONTEST!
“Come on Misty, you can’t be thinking what I think your thinking?” Ash whimpered, shivering all over at the thought of what it would mean if Misty entered the contest. Ash liked Misty as a friend. He even liked her small quips, like eating bullies and stomping on things. However, what he didn’t like, couldn’t like, was her horrible, foul, toxic flatulence. Ash was a boy, but even he couldn’t take the smell that came spewing out of Misty’s behind like bullhorn. He had seen it put one person in a coma and he was pretty sure that if Misty had any of that chili, someone was going to die.
“I’m thinking it’s time you smell something that makes my BO seem like freshly picked roses.” Ash sulked, wishing now that he had kept his big mouth shut. Now not only was he going to pay, but everyone as well. Misty was fueling up for what could be an atomic bomb like explosion.
“Think about the children!” Ash wailed as Misty strolled leisurely towards the tub of steaming chili. Misty was ignoring Ash, focusing on instead the free meal waiting for her. She didn’t usually find food that was plentiful enough to fill her up when she was a giantess beside squirming boys. But there was just enough chili waiting at the chili-eating contest to give her a full tummy of yummy spicy beans. She came to a stop in front of the podium, licking her lips at the smell of hot chili. Ash was sitting on her shoulder with his hands over his head, wondering what would be a safe distance to avoid the coming blast. Out from behind the podium stepped the activity manager, brought out by the sound of Misty’s footsteps.
“May I help you, ma’am?” He cheerfully asked, her size not frightening him in the least. Misty smirked down at the tiny man, taking her eyes off her dinner to address him about entering the chili-eating contest.
“Room in your contest for me?” Misty asked. If the answer was yes, she’d enter the contest with everyone else and allow them a fair shot. If the answer was no, the activity manger was going into the chili and Misty was going to eat all of it, him included.
“Lets see…” The man said and turned to see how many people had already entered. He blinked when he saw all the previous contestants running away, they apparently understood the significance of Misty entering the chili-eating contest.
“Seems like we have an opening, your in.”
“YES!” Misty cheered, pumping her fist into the air.
“NOOOOOOOMMMAPHHH…”
Ash was stopped mid-scream by Misty lightly flicking him in the head. Not wanting any more interruptions, Misty put Ash into her side pocket. She didn’t put him in her back pocket because not even she was that cruel. Misty sat down, Indian style with the tub of chili between her thighs. The smell of the spicy chili made her mouth water and her stomach growl. Other then people, Chili were Misty’s favorite food.
A crowd had gathered around Misty, curious about what the giant girl was doing; unaware of the danger they were all in. Ash watched from Misty’s pocket, having stuffed lint from his hiding spot into his nose to try and block the smell. He tried to reassure himself that he was over reacting. So, Misty was eating chili, a food notorious for causing bad gas and she had an ass the size of a mini-van. There was no reason for Ash to be scared just because Misty already had horrid gas and this would only make it worse. Ash hung his head, he was doomed.
“Ready for the chili eating contest?” The activity manger screamed loudly to the crowd. Everyone hooted and hollered, ready for the contest to begin. Misty grinned down at the crowd, ready to give them a show they would never forget. Raising his hand, the activity manager began the count down to start.
“Ready, set, go!!!!”
Misty wasted no time. She grabbed the huge tub in both hands and lifted it up into the air. She carried it over her head, looking up at it with her mouth open wide. Slowly, the tub was overturned directly over Misty’s gaping mouth. The thick mix of beans and spices came pouring down, falling into Misty’s mouth and going down her throat with a loud gulp. It flowed out faster, filling Misty’s mouth and being swallowed before she choked. Not a drop escaped Misty’s mouth. She guzzled the entire tub of chili and when no more would come gushing out, she brought it to her lips and licked the bottom clean. The empty tub crashed to the ground, smashing open as it impacted. A hushed silence had fallen over the crowd at the act of overindulgence shown by Misty.
“So full,” Misty groaned. Her stomach stretched out, holding far too much food then it was meant to hold. She reached down to undo the top button on her shorts, letting her chubby belly poke out. Misty rubbed her swelling gut, feeling all the chili inside her quickly digesting. After eating through human bones, her stomach could dissolve chili in seconds. As she rubbed her overstuffed midsection, a loud groan echoed from inside her. Something was building inside her and she couldn’t hold it in. Misty moaned loudly, feeling her colon fill with the thing Ash had been fearing since he saw the banner waving in the wind. he crowd stepped closer, to see what the noise was.
“Check it out Misty, that booth is selling a new spray deodorant with pine smell. Maybe you want to check it out, buy a few cans,” Ash excitedly pointed to. Misty frowned at her tiny companion, getting the hint that he thought she should buy a few hundred cans for her own foul pits. His brief time under her arm had shown him the most terrible of odors and he was trying to help Misty dispel it from her body. But Misty wasn’t biting. She loved her body odor and how it scared and horrified everyone that came close. She was a tomboy after all and she had to be proud of her stinky pits, putrid feet and noxious farts.
“I got a better idea, my little slave boy,” Misty grinned wickedly and pointed to a large podium with a banner handing from the top. Ash looked across the carnival and paled at what Misty was pointing to. On the podium sat a huge swimming pool like tub, overflowing with a thick brown sludge. Above it the banner waved in the air, saying six words that chilled Ash to the bone.
CERULEAN CITY ANNUAL CHILI EATING CONTEST!
“Come on Misty, you can’t be thinking what I think your thinking?” Ash whimpered, shivering all over at the thought of what it would mean if Misty entered the contest. Ash liked Misty as a friend. He even liked her small quips, like eating bullies and stomping on things. However, what he didn’t like, couldn’t like, was her horrible, foul, toxic flatulence. Ash was a boy, but even he couldn’t take the smell that came spewing out of Misty’s behind like bullhorn. He had seen it put one person in a coma and he was pretty sure that if Misty had any of that chili, someone was going to die.
“I’m thinking it’s time you smell something that makes my BO seem like freshly picked roses.” Ash sulked, wishing now that he had kept his big mouth shut. Now not only was he going to pay, but everyone as well. Misty was fueling up for what could be an atomic bomb like explosion.
“Think about the children!” Ash wailed as Misty strolled leisurely towards the tub of steaming chili. Misty was ignoring Ash, focusing on instead the free meal waiting for her. She didn’t usually find food that was plentiful enough to fill her up when she was a giantess beside squirming boys. But there was just enough chili waiting at the chili-eating contest to give her a full tummy of yummy spicy beans. She came to a stop in front of the podium, licking her lips at the smell of hot chili. Ash was sitting on her shoulder with his hands over his head, wondering what would be a safe distance to avoid the coming blast. Out from behind the podium stepped the activity manager, brought out by the sound of Misty’s footsteps.
“May I help you, ma’am?” He cheerfully asked, her size not frightening him in the least. Misty smirked down at the tiny man, taking her eyes off her dinner to address him about entering the chili-eating contest.
“Room in your contest for me?” Misty asked. If the answer was yes, she’d enter the contest with everyone else and allow them a fair shot. If the answer was no, the activity manger was going into the chili and Misty was going to eat all of it, him included.
“Lets see…” The man said and turned to see how many people had already entered. He blinked when he saw all the previous contestants running away, they apparently understood the significance of Misty entering the chili-eating contest.
“Seems like we have an opening, your in.”
“YES!” Misty cheered, pumping her fist into the air.
“NOOOOOOOMMMAPHHH…”
Ash was stopped mid-scream by Misty lightly flicking him in the head. Not wanting any more interruptions, Misty put Ash into her side pocket. She didn’t put him in her back pocket because not even she was that cruel. Misty sat down, Indian style with the tub of chili between her thighs. The smell of the spicy chili made her mouth water and her stomach growl. Other then people, Chili were Misty’s favorite food.
A crowd had gathered around Misty, curious about what the giant girl was doing; unaware of the danger they were all in. Ash watched from Misty’s pocket, having stuffed lint from his hiding spot into his nose to try and block the smell. He tried to reassure himself that he was over reacting. So, Misty was eating chili, a food notorious for causing bad gas and she had an ass the size of a mini-van. There was no reason for Ash to be scared just because Misty already had horrid gas and this would only make it worse. Ash hung his head, he was doomed.
“Ready for the chili eating contest?” The activity manger screamed loudly to the crowd. Everyone hooted and hollered, ready for the contest to begin. Misty grinned down at the crowd, ready to give them a show they would never forget. Raising his hand, the activity manager began the count down to start.
“Ready, set, go!!!!”
Misty wasted no time. She grabbed the huge tub in both hands and lifted it up into the air. She carried it over her head, looking up at it with her mouth open wide. Slowly, the tub was overturned directly over Misty’s gaping mouth. The thick mix of beans and spices came pouring down, falling into Misty’s mouth and going down her throat with a loud gulp. It flowed out faster, filling Misty’s mouth and being swallowed before she choked. Not a drop escaped Misty’s mouth. She guzzled the entire tub of chili and when no more would come gushing out, she brought it to her lips and licked the bottom clean. The empty tub crashed to the ground, smashing open as it impacted. A hushed silence had fallen over the crowd at the act of overindulgence shown by Misty.
“So full,” Misty groaned. Her stomach stretched out, holding far too much food then it was meant to hold. She reached down to undo the top button on her shorts, letting her chubby belly poke out. Misty rubbed her swelling gut, feeling all the chili inside her quickly digesting. After eating through human bones, her stomach could dissolve chili in seconds. As she rubbed her overstuffed midsection, a loud groan echoed from inside her. Something was building inside her and she couldn’t hold it in. Misty moaned loudly, feeling her colon fill with the thing Ash had been fearing since he saw the banner waving in the wind. he crowd stepped closer, to see what the noise was.
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