Chapter #4Eating Contest Humiliation by: Unknown Despite common belief, not all Pokemon were interested in battling. In fact, just like humans, Pokemon had all manner of different dreams and ambitions. You, for one, simply dreamed of winning every Pokemon contest in Kanto! Being a ninetales, you were well known for your beauty, grace and power, and you’ve managed to participate in over a hundred different contests undefeated! Indeed, everyone knew you were the coolest, cutest, toughest, smartest, and most beautiful Pokemon around!
There was only one problem: a new type of competition was getting popular. Eating contests. At first, you loathed them. How crass, you thought! How disgusting! They were all mindless displays of gluttony, devoid of the class and showmanship of true contests. Why would any Pokemon want to get bulky and fat, after all, when they could be gorgeous and sylphlike like you? However, as time went on, people started paying more and more attention these eating contests. They were new! They were novel! And thus, people stopped paying attention to you. The seats at your contests were almost empty. People didn’t consider you the best anymore; they considered you stuck-up and boring.
Well, you weren’t about to be left in the dust! After much deliberation, you’ve decided that if you can’t beat them, you were going to join them. Sure, eating contests might not be within your realm of expertise… but you were certain you could conquer them with the same ease with which you’ve conquered every other type of contest! You had stars in your eyes as you imagined yourself rising to the top of the leaderboard, everyone in Kanto awed by your seemingly limitless skill. Thus, you’ve signed up for your very first eating contest, with even doing any preparation first. I mean, it’s just eating. You eat things all the time. It can’t be that hard, right?
You take your place beside the three other contestants; a nidoqueen, a lopunny, and a delcatty. “Psst. Hey. You don’t happen to be Maura, do you?” The nidoqueen beside you leans over and whispers. She was about a foot taller than you, and looked to be on the plump side.
“Ah! I see my reputation precedes me!” You smile. “Are you a fan? I’d be happy to give you an autograph after the contest.”
“To be honest? I hate your guts. Always prancing around on TV like you’re all that,” she growls. “I’m surprised to see you join an eating contest… but I’m glad you did. I look forward to humiliating you.” She cackled, and you turned your head away in disgust. How incredibly rude! Before you can respond, though, you hear the announcer speaking over the loudspeakers,
“Each contestant will be provided with one hundred hot-dogs! You win by being the first Pokemon to empty your plate!” He explains. “The only rules is that you will not leave your seat until you’ve emptied your plate, you’ll eat the dogs and the buns, and you will not interfere with your contestants in any way. Failure to follow these rules will result in immediate disqualification!” He seems more stern all of a sudden. “There is no time limit. Once the bell rings, the contest does not end until a Pokemon clears their plate.”
You reel back in shock as a ursaring emerged from offstage, and placed a huge plate on the table in front of you, boasting an entire mountain of hot dogs. One hundred? Surely, he can’t be serious! You’ve never eaten half this much in your entire life! You look at the other contestants to see their reactions, only to realize they’re all licking their lips, seemingly delighted by the meal. For the first time, you were starting to think you’re outmatched. “Are you ready?” All your fellow contestants nod eagerly, while you’re filled with nervousness. “Begin!”
To your awe, all the other contestants immediately start chowing down, sending hot dogs down their throats in seconds. Meanwhile, you nervously lift a hot dog to your mouth, trying to swallow it like they do, only to realize you can’t even fit the whole thing in your mouth. You have to chew half of it before swallowing the rest. You hadn’t eaten all day, and still, your hungry was sated by a single hot dog. By the time you reached the fifth one, you were already starting to feel full. To maintain your perfect, skinny figure, you usually didn’t eat much, so your stomach wasn’t used to being stretched out!
By the time you’ve eaten a quarter of the hot dogs on the plate, you already felt like you were about to throw up. You gag as you swallow another one, your belly feeling like it was on the verge of bursting. You try your best to pull through and win this… only to suddenly hear the bell ring again! You almost choke on the bun in your mouth in surprise, as you look over to see the nidoqueen rubbing her full belly, her plate emptied of everything but crumbs. She’d already eaten all 100 hot dogs? How is that even possible? Even the other contests seemed to have mostly cleaned their plates. Your heart sinks as you quietly dread the results…
“Last place!?”
“Well… yeah. You didn’t even manage to eat half of the hot-dogs,” the ursaring who ran the contest shrugged, walking curtly away from you while you followed him around like a puppy. “What did you think was going to happen?”
“I can’t get last place in a contest! I’ve been undefeated for years!” You whimper, panicking. “All my hard work and dedication… down the drain, just like that!”
“Not my problem, lady,” he groans, hoping you’d get the hint to leave him alone.
“Please! There must’ve been some kind of mistak- mph!” The nidoqueen from before was walking by, and while chasing after the ursaring, you accidentally ran into her. You practically bounced off her big, round belly, falling to the ground in front of her.
“Watch where you’re going!” She yells, only to look down and smirk when she realizes it’s you. “Oh! Well, look who it is. The wannabe celebrity again,” she taunts. You see the ursaring hurry out of sight in the background. “Gotta say, that was the most pathetic display I’ve ever seen onstage. I don’t know what you even thought you were doing.”
Your ears flatten against your head. To be honestly, her words stung. A lot. “I… I tried my best…” You whimpered.
“Maybe that’s good enough in your lame ‘beauty contests’, but here, you’re going to have to try harder than that,” the nidoqueen cackled, her stuffed belly jiggling as she bent over so you were at eye-level. “If you want to compete, you better put some meat on your bones. Otherwise, I suggest you don’t show your face around here again.” She laughed loudly as she walked away, leaving you there, miserable and humiliated, humbled by the incessant laughter of the audience...
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Later, you’re sitting at a cafe with your friend Lucian, a mismagius. Neither of you were having anything to eat - you didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment, and Lucian didn’t have a stomach. “Last place! Can you believe it?” You complained, loud enough to bother the other customers. “After all those years, undefeated. My winning streak, gone… over a hot-dog eating competition!”
“I can believe it,” he notes. “I mean, those eating contests look really difficult. If you’re not prepared for them, you’re going to have a bad time.”
“I’m just so used to being good at everything, I’m not accustomed to being so terrible at something.”
“Oh, come on. You’re not terrible, you’re just out of your element,” he reassures you. “I’m not sure why you even tried the whole eating contest thing. They never seemed your style.”
“They’re not, but they’re extremely popular nowadays,” you frown. “Honestly, I never want to go to another one again… but I have to defeat that smug nidoqueen one of these days! My honor depends on it.”
“You know… I could help you practice,” he said with a mischievous grin. You call that Lucian is one of those ‘feeders’ - Pokemon that like helping other Pokemon gain a ton of weight. He’s fattened up plenty of girls you knew over the years, and even asked you a few times, though you’ve always turned him down. You just didn’t see the appeal… and after all, you have to maintain your perfect figure.
“You just want to fatten me up, don’t you?” You glare at him.
“... maybe.” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes, growling at the perverted mismagius. “Don’t look at me like that! Do you want to win or not? ‘Cause if you do, I’m an expert in this sort of thing. I can be your coordinator!”
You consider it. You didn’t want to ruin your figure, but you desperately wanted to defeat that smug nidoqueen. “... alright. You can be my coordinator,” you sigh, “but no pervy stuff! Got it?”
He gets the biggest grin on his face. “I’d never dream of it.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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