Ray's Hidden Ranch was just half a mile from the Sementex labs on route 1, she used to take her lab staff out there once or twice a year to reward them with a night out and a big feed. It was a western style barbecue, steaks as big as your head, beans by the bucketful and vegetarians beware! Her staff loved it, and even though it was a lot of meat for Alison to consume, she didn't mind taking them there, and enduring the jokes about eating her leftovers all week long. But today, with her compound working on her, Ray's Hidden Ranch was the perfect place for Alison to enjoy an early meal.
"Afternoon ma'am", the waitress drawled in a patently fake Texas accent, after Alison had been seated. Her name tag identified her as Holly. She'd been working at Ray's for over a year since she graduated high school. Holly was a short, pretty girl, with dark red hair and fierce green eyes. She carried about 20 extra pounds, but most of it was in the right place, at least for those who liked their women a little thicker, a little rounder. Ray was one of those men, and Holly had been his mistress since the week after she started. She outlined the specials in a bored voice - 16 oz. sirloin, a chicken breast for those who are less hungry.
"What about that?", interrupted Alison, pointing to the poster on the wall. Holly followed Alison's finger, chuckling.
"That's our big eater special ma'am, you probably don't want that. It's a 100 ounce steak, 2 baked potatoes, salad, shrimp cocktail, big bowl of beans and some other trimmings for $100, but if you can finish it all it's free. And you get your name and picture on that wall over there.".
"I'd like one of those"
"Ma'am that's a lot of food, are you sure?"
"I'm very hungry", responded Alison with a twinkle in her eye.
"Alright", responded Holly, with a look of amusement. "There are some rules to the contest. You must sit at the designated table in our dining room. You may not leave the table for any reason once the contest starts. No one may assist you in any way (such as cutting up your meal). You must complete the dinner in 1 hour. If you can't do the meal in an hour, you ain't going get it done in 2 hours, believe me! You may not share your meal even if you don't complete the dinner, like take it back to your table to be shared by any folks you may have invited to cheer you on. But I guess you're alone today, right? Oh, and if you get sick, the contest is over, period. Follow me ma'am. Oh, how would you like that done?"
"Rare, very rare. I'm very hungry, if you could bring that out as soon as possible, at least the salad and beans, that would be fantastic. Oh and could you bring me a big pitcher of water? I'm parched."
Holly, shaking her head slightly, walked off to the kitchen. She was back with a big bowl of beans and Alison's salad in a couple of minutes. The steak took 10 more. And half an hour after ordering the belt buster special, Alison was mopping the last of the juice up with a piece of bread. The 100 oz steak was over 6 pounds of meat. Add in the beans, potatoes, etc. and Alison figured she'd probably consumed at least 10 pounds of food in less than half an hour. Strangely her stomach didn't feel full, nor did it bulge with all that newly consumed food. In fact, Alison didn't feel any different at all, she was still hungry.
Holly came out of the back to check on Alison and swore to herself when she noticed that the thin woman had actually finished her steak in less than half an hour. Ray didn't like people eating for free, and he especially didn't like being scammed. No way could that skinny chick have finished all that, she was playing games. She hadn't left the table, but Holly was willing to bet she had gotten rid of the steak somehow. She should have watched her closer. Or maybe she was some sort of freak of nature, like the 120 pound Japanese guy that eats 50 hot dogs. But nothing she could do about it now. It was time to congratulate the winner.
"Wow! That didn't take you long! The owner, Ray, likes to take the pictures of people who finish the belt buster, because it doesn't happen very often! Ray isn't here now though, he usually gets in around 1 in the afternoon, and so I'll just take your name and get it put on that plaque over there, the wall of fame! Will that be all Ma'am? Or do you have room for desert?” Holly inquired mischievously.
"To tell you the truth", Alison replied, "I'm still a bit hungry. Are there any rules about me ordering another belt buster?"
Oh, now this chick was pushing her luck. "Excuse me?" Holly stammered out.
"Seriously", Alison replied. "I'm still hungry. I have a very fast metabolism, my mother always used to say I have a hollow leg. I'd like another steak."
"Well, no one ever has ever ordered 2 of those, but I can't see any reason why we can't serve you another one. Let me ask in the back."
Holly was back a few minutes later, after calling Ray at home. He was on his way in, and gave his waitress instructions. No one was scamming Ray Holmgren out of 2 free meals.
"Miss? I talked to the owner and he says we'd be happy to serve you another belt buster, on the condition that if you can't finish the second, you'll have to pay for both. If you finish the second too, well then both are free of course, and you'll be enshrined forever - we'll put your picture on the wall with big lights around it for beating the belt buster twice!"
"Oh, I don't need that", Alison responded, "Just something to eat. Please make it rare again."
This time Holly watched her like a hawk as Alison devoured the meat. She noticed that Alison wasn't as skinny as she first thought she had been. She was wearing loose fitting clothes that hid her well, but they didn't billow around her as much as Holly first thought. Girl actually looked like she had some chunk to her. Well she'd have to, Holly thought to herself, to eat that much!
It took her longer to finish this time, almost using up a whole half hour, but Alison finished every bite as Holly watched in amazement. No hiding food, no tricks, Holly was watching, this woman actually ate 2 100 ounce steaks in just over an hour! As Alison was finishing the last of her steak, Ray walked in.
Ray Holmgren was a big man, six foot three, and about three hundred pounds. He used to be a linebacker at Texas A and M back in the day. He was now in his 40s and had lost his shape and developed a beer gut, but his arms and shoulders still carried the muscle of a division 1 college football player. He knew it too. Ray was extremely proud of his imposing physical stature, and would flare his lats out as he walked, pulling his arms away from his body to puff his muscles up as he walked into his Ranch House, his castle.
He'd owned his steak house for years now and only 8 people had EVER finished his belt buster special. And they were all 300 pound men. So what was this about a skinny little girl eating it twice? What kind of shenanigans were going on? Ray was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Well, is this the little lady who's eating me out of house and home?” Ray inquired, walking up to Alison's table just as she had finished her meal.
Alison looked up into Ray's face. The second steak had filled her up, and she really had to go to the bathroom, but Holly had insisted that Alison could not leave the table until it was gone. Although she still didn't feel bloated or full, her bra straps and underwear were cutting into her skin painfully, cutting off circulation. She needed to get to the bathroom to try to fix it, but it looked like Ray wanted to talk.
"I'm Ray, the proprietor, and I have no idea where you put all that meat, darlin'. You hiding some in that purse there?” Ray quipped, only half joking.
"Pleased to meet you Ray, but I really need to excuse myself." Alison said, moving to get up. Her body felt strange as she stood, like her limbs belonged to someone else. She almost sat back down to steady herself.
Probably going to go throw up, thought Ray, but said nothing.
Alison lurched awkwardly down the hall to the bathroom, like someone who'd drank, rather than ate, too much.
A few seconds after Ray saw Alison disappear through the door to the ladies room he motioned to Holly. "Go see what she's doing in there."
"You want me to spy on the lady in the bathroom?"
"Well I (ah) want to know if she's puking in there, yeah!"
Reluctantly Holly got up and trudged to the ladies room herself.
Ray's Ranch house wasn't exactly the kind of place that went to great effort to appoint itself with luxury bathrooms, but the privacy was exactly what Alison needed. She slipped into a stall, closed the door behind her, and peed more than she'd ever peed in her life. When she was done, she unbuttoned her blouse, which wasn't nearly as loose fitting as she remembered, and reached her arms behind her back to undo the catch on her bra, which was practically strangling her at this point. She took off the blouse, pulled the bra off and then noticed the changes in herself.
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