Chapter #8She's a Big Eater by: Unknown The stories she told seemed to all involve food somehow. Additionally, during her stories, it wasn’t uncommon for her to go off on a long tangent describing what she ate that day, in excruciating detail. You knew grizzly bears are said to be obsessed with food, but you always figured that was just a stereotype. At one point, after a full minute of her describing the juicy taste of some hot dogs she had at a barbecue, you interrupted her. “You really like hotdogs, huh?”
She chuckled. “Are you kidding me? I’ll have you know I was the national hot dog eating champion of 2015.”
“... the what?”
“You know what an eating contest is?” You nod. “Well, a few years back, your’s truly won the heavyweight hot dog eating national championship! And my competitor in the finals was a hippopotamus, too, so I really had to give it my all. To win, I ended up having to eat hundreds of hotdogs in ten minutes, buns and all.”
“Jeez! Hundreds?” You almost gasped in disbelief. After all, she wasn’t even that overweight. She had a fair share of blubber on her, but overall, she was pretty fit. Then again, she was pretty large, at a little less than 8 feet tall. “How did you do that?”
“I just shoved, like, a dozen of them in my mouth at a time and swallowed them. After two hundred or so, I already felt like I was about to pop. But the way that smug hippo gloated… I just knew I couldn’t let her win! So I just kept eating faster, and faster...” She excitedly recalled the story. “When I heard them ring the bell, it was like I snapped out of a trance. I looked down, and my belly was like… this big!” She hovers her hands a solid 8 inches or so over her gut, and you shiver as you imagine what her round belly must’ve looked like stretched out so large.
“Wow. Were you, like... okay?” You raise a brow. That just couldn’t be healthy.
“Oh, yeah. I just had to nap all weekend, and I was right as rain,” she nods. “I didn’t even gain much weight! I’m a carnivore, you know, so I’ve got a pretty powerful metabolism. To maintain this size, for example, I need to eat at least, like, 20,000 calories a day.” You nod, thoughtfully. For some strange reason, you were fascinated by the bear describing all the food she eats. “It gets especially bad during the fall. Like, even though I don’t hibernate, I still feel the urge to eat as much as I can, you know? It’s, like, primitive.”
“How do you afford all that?” You ask.
“It’s not that expensive to buy meat in bulk,” she laughs. “I mean, if you think I eat a lot, you should read up on how much elephants eat. Or whales!” She starts rambling something about elephants, but at this point, you were hardly listening. For some reason, you were feeling a little… ‘excited’. You didn’t know if it was just because this was the first anthro woman you’ve talked to in months or what, but more and more, you’re catching yourself staring at the bear woman’s beautiful body. But you weren’t ogling her sizeable chest or round hips; for some reason, you were more interested in her belly. You’ve never really been in to larger woman, but for some reason, she was suddenly striking you as gorgeous. Of course, to avoid looking like a total creep, you kept this to yourself.
“Oh, hey, here’s a funny story. So my sister dabbles in gardening, and she wanted to go to a harvest festival a couple weeks ago to show off some of her veggies. And I came too, cause, like, free food, right?” She says as she walks along. “She was so excited for the festival, but there was one rabbit guy that was just ruining it for her. You see, apparently, if left alone, watermelons just never stop growing. Just get bigger and bigger till they die. So this guy had this crazy, huge, one hundred pound watermelon, and he treated that damn thing like it was his child. It was, like, the thing he was most proud of on Earth.”
“Really? A watermelon?” You chuckle, raising a brow.
“I know, right? Anyway, he was showing it off to everyone, as if he was hot shit just cause he watered a fruit for a while. I could tolerate that… but then he started badmouthing everyone else. Almost made my sister cry when she called her zucchinis too small,” she explains. “At that point, I was seeing red, right? So before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed that damn watermelon straight out of his hands, and swallowed it whole!” She starts laughing uproariously at the memory, while you stare at her, uncertain whether or not she was serious.
“You swallowed it?” You asked. “Like, the whole thing?”
“Yup! All in one gulp,” she smiles. “That dude absolutely freaked out, cause God forbid anyone harm his precious watermelon. He even tried to reach down my throat and grab it! Which, needless to say, got him kicked out by security.”
“Heh! That’s crazy…” You chuckle nervously. You don’t know why the thought of the bear swallowing such a huge meal whole was exciting to you, nor the thought of a rabbit reaching his arms down her cavernous throat. You really didn’t know what you were feeling right now, but for some reason, there was a question you just had to ask. “Could you have swallowed him, too?” You ask, making it sound like you were joking, although you were genuinely morbidly curious.
“Oh, yeah, easily,” she nods nonchalantly, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. “It was almost hard not to, with the way he was practically crawling down my throat.”
“O-oh…” You said, your heart sinking in your chest. Was she really capable of swallowing entire people? Why the hell did that excite you so much? You wanted to drop the subject completely… but there was something you just had to know. “Yeah, well… he’s a rabbit. They’re pretty bite sized, I guess,” you say, trying to sound natural. “I mean, you wouldn’t be able to swallow me, right?”
Your eyes widen as she given you a big, toothy grin, her lips spreading to show her sharp, white fangs. You only realize now just how huge her mouth is. “Well, that depends, hun. Would you want me to?” She starts laughing at the look on your face, giving you a clear view down her dark throat.
You try to snap out of your trance. “Uhh! W-well, I mean, uh, ah… n-no! Of course not!” You stutter assertively, swiftly walking ahead of her to hide the growing tent in your pants. “Never in a million years! W-why would you even ask?”
Her face softens down to a warm smile. “Relax! I’m just messing with ya,” she chuckled, giving you a light, playful punch in the arm. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down and wipe that conversation from your mind. “Now, enough of me yammering on. Why don’t you tell me about yourself? You’ve been quiet this whole walk.”
Having cooled down a bit, you sigh and turn back to her. “What do you want to know?”
“Uh...” She asks. “Well, what brought you to Perlshaw?”
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