Published: Jul 4, 2024
My one-hundred and thirty-first caption, this time a 4th of July special! Even if you aren't an American like me, I hope you all enjoy this regardless!
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You were always a bit on the heavier side, not really giving much thought to your waistline for your whole life. Sure, you had tried a few times to thin yourself out, but no amount of exercise or dieting ever seemed to make any noticeable impact on your belly. So, as you reached your late 20s, you gave up and embraced your form and became a fairly successful food reviewer on the internet. To that end, you had traveled to Panama City Beach in Florida for the 4th of July, having been invited to participate in a huge hotdog eating contest whose participants were entirely made up of food reviewers. It promised to greatly promote you online, pay for travel and accommodation, and, of course, offered a chance to show off your particular set of skills. How could you possibly turn down an offer and challenge like that? So, after signing the contract they had sent over for you to “read” through, you prepared yourself, packed up some clothes, and hopped on your prepaid flight to Florida.
After arriving and checking into your hotel, you made your way down the beach, impressed by the beauty of the Gulf and the cool air that blew across the sand. Normally, you wouldn’t go to a beach for anything other than reviewing local food joints, on account of how easily you sunburned, but something about this place felt far better than any other cheap boardwalk you had been to before. Unfortunately, your moment of peace was interrupted by a loud gurgle that emanated from your gut, a clear sign that your were hungry. You were forced to ignore it for now, considering the contest was scheduled to begin in a few hours. You needed the space.
Eventually, you made your way over to the event area where the contest would be taking place. You were a bit disappointed to see that it looked rather… low budget compared to what you had been led to believe it would be, mostly made up of a single platform with a long line of folding chairs and plastic tables. A cheap-looking banner flew in the wind behind the tables, saying “PANAMA CITY BEACH: 1ST ANNUAL 4TH OF JULY HOTDOG-EATING INFLUENCER FACE-OFF”. There was an area in the front for spectators, but no one recognized you, it seemed. You saw a few of your “peers” had arrived too, but nowhere near as many as the guest list had claimed. Even with money on the line, you were tempted to back out of this “event” and head home, but as usual you listened more to your stomach than your brain. You were under contract to do this, and backing out meant you’d have to pay your way back to your home state. Plus, you’d miss the free food and fireworks later.
Sitting down in your spot alongside the only other contestants to show up, seven, including yourself, you watched as the event organizer waltzed onto the stage, wearing a labcoat of all things. He even looked like some kind of Einstein-type, with white hair and a matching mustache as they held a microphone up to speak.
“Welcome, everyone! Welcome to the first-annual 4th of July Hotdog-Eating Influencer Face-Off, sponsored by GenCo!” He greeted with a surprising level of enthusiasm, doing a lot of weird, exaggerated hand movements. “Today, our seven contestants will be competing to see who can consume the most hotdogs! Many of them are quite popular online from what I’ve been told, so you should enjoy seeing them sample our product as they fight for first place! Please, enjoy!”
You and the other contestants were a little weirded out and confused by the display, but you weren’t given much time to dwell on it. On queue, several huge trays of hotdogs were carried out from behind the stage by more men in lab coats. As strange as it was that they were all wearing the same outfit, you were suddenly surprised by the strong, enticing aroma coming from the freshly-made hotdogs. It was clear from the scent alone that they were no mere ordinary hotdogs, they must have been some kind of special, gourmet variety. You threw all your mental objections aside, fully ready to knock your opponents out of the park in this competition.
The event organizer blew an air horn, and you wasted no time grabbing the first greasy hotdog and downing half of it in a single bite. Your senses were immediately overwhelmed as your tastebuds exploded, forcing you to stop for a moment and absorb the moment. This was easily the best hotdog you had ever had the pleasure of eating, and now you were consumed with a new, overwhelming desire. You wanted more. No, you needed more of these amazing, delicious weiner dogs.
You began scarfing them down quickly, throwing all sense of neatness or decorum out the window as you worked to force as many of them down your gullet as possible. Your senses were continuously stimulated, and your focus narrowed heavily on your gluttonous meal. In fact, your focus was so narrowed that you failed to notice any of the changes that were suddenly happening to your body. Your clothes strained, ripped, and fell apart around you the more you ate, your fat ass growing bigger, your thighs becoming thick and meaty, and your man boobs becoming a pair of actual, massive boobs with each hotdog eaten. Eventually, your own weiner shot back up into your body as your face became cute and feminine, finishing as a… rain cloud of sorts formed in your mind. Thoughts that would have come naturally to you before began to slow down and taper off, replaced by ones involving hunky men, photoshoots, and sex. As your mind fought to reconcile these thoughts, you were forced to your feet and, surprisingly, crowned the winner of the contest. In your haze, you looked back to the other contestants, seeing they had also become cute, busty girls as well. You giggled, feeling your chest jiggle as you did so, realizing not only were you the winner, but you were also the bustiest.
“Everyone, give a good round of applause to our winner, Crystal!” The event… guy shouted through his mic, holding up one of your dainty hands. “In addition to winning a substantial cash prize, she’s also earned a full-time job working as part of our Marketing division. What do you think of that, Crystal? Want the job?”
“Um… like, do I get to eat more of those dee-lish weiners if I say yes, mister?” You asked, talking like the bimbo you now were. You were completely ignorant to the changes you had gone through, but even if you were, you wouldn’t have cared. “They were, like, so tasty, and I want more!”
“You’ll get those and more, don’t worry.” He replied with a smirk, giving me a pat on the shoulder as he turned to a rather… buff and cute guy. One of the ones in the white coats. “Now, I believe it was you, Dr. Morrison, who betted on our lovely Crystal here winning the competition. Would you like to show her to her hotel?”
“I’d be happy to, sir. Let me cover her up a bit first.” He answered with a huge grin, walking up to me, putting his coat around me, and offering his hand. “Crystal, I’m Max Morrison. Would you like to spend the 4th of July with me before starting your new job at our company? It’ll be fun, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
Your heart fluttered at his offer, you new loins catching on fire as you put your own hand against his big, strong one. Without missing a beat, he led you to a more private location, giving you a plus-sized American flag bikini to put on for the rest of the day. From that point on, it became a holiday date as you followed him up and down the beach. He told you a few things about himself, but you were more interested in seeing what he was packing under his tight pants. The two of you walked the beach, sat in the shade, and even spent some time in the water together. The whole time, people on the sidelines marveled at your impossibly massive curves, blowing wolf whistles and such as you enjoyed your time with him. Finally, as things got dark, he took you back to your hotel room. You invited him inside.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to rip off what little clothes you had, kissing one another as he laid you down gently on the bed. The heat that had been building all day turned into an inferno, especially as you finally got a good look at the monster he had been containing this whole time. With outstretched arms, you invited him to fill you with his love, not giving a single thought to the possibility of getting knocked up. He was more than happy to oblige, finally sticking it in as your brain exploded like a firework in pure pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, grabbing your breasts as he did so, before releasing a torrent of hot, sticky seed into you. You basked in the afterglow, covered in a thick layer of sweat as the sounds of the fireworks echoed outside the hotel. You couldn’t ask for a better life than this…