Jim served plate after plate of food, and Sharon happily gupled each one down. Trays of noodles, plates of chicken, gallons of soup. The kitchen staff continued to frantically cook. It was becoming clear that Sharon could eat fast enough to outpace the buffet staff.
To avoid another incident, Jim had taken to ferrying entire buffet containers of food over to Sharon's table. Her skill in getting a platter of food into her mouth as quickly as possible became more practised with each mound of food. A crowd gathered to watch. Some cheered, some seemed disgusted but unable to look away. She relished the attention, smiling and licking her lips between gulps.
An hour passed and Sharon's rate of consumption began to slow. Each gulp was straining her and the swimsuit. The seams were stretched tight, elsewhere bulging from stress. She could barely be contained by it. Finishing a tub of ice cream, Sharon dropped the ladel she'd been using in defeat. "No more... I'm so stuffed... can't eat another bite." She rumbled beneath the suit before letting out a violent belch. "Oh god, I've never been this full. I have a whole buffet inside me."
It seemed impossible, but Sharon's body was bloated beyond her size upon entering the buffet. Her stomach contained the entire contents of kitchen staffs production for nearly two hours. It had to be several hundred pounds of food, Jim guesstimated.
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