College Food! [Private - SamagthraV2 & Passion_25]

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'rrghh...' When Nef got to his eight plate, he bleched loudly and patted his belly

'mmm...this is rather tasty, no?' Nef chuckled, also concered as he got to the tenderely cooked pork, his stomch growling in protest. Ignoring this, he grabbed the last of the meats and ripped through them quickly, eager to finish before Section.

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Suddenly he heard quite a loud, low-pitched rumbling sound: the pressure in his stomach had become too much for him, causing him to emit a loud belch. Good thing I'm not feeling gassy yet. chimed Section's brain.

"I quite agree." quipped Section as he swallowed an entire portion of steak whole, "Thought I wouldn't be able to deal with this lot at first."

By this point only four portions of meat remained on the table, and his stomach had now begun to bulge against the table, a feeling which secretly he revelled in. But he couldn't allow his delightment to show on the outside just yet. Round four and I'm this big already? said his mind with a noticable hint of gloating as he shoved all of the remaining portions into his mouth and swallowed them all whole with some difficulty.

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'Ooooph! there we go ^^' Nef grinned and hugged his belly, looking over at Samael and he clicked his fingers, the staff taking the meat platters away.

'Okay, round five shall be...SeaFood!' *samael sat back down, watching at the straff returned with larger tray, sushies, steaming strips of fish, oysters, clams, lobsters, and many other amounts of seafood lay across the trays.

Leaning back and spreading his legs wide, Nef smiled as he let out a short fart, panting softly and grabbed the strips of fish, slurping them up like spaghetti and swallowing them whole, relaxing all the more as he quickly finished with the fish. His belly sloshed over his crotch and sides, gurgling loudly as it digested the food inside it with strong stomach acids.

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Section allowed his very swollen belly to be taken into the hands of gravity and fall to the floor. Patting it out of pure satisfaction, he flinched in dismay as Nefarious' friend Samuel announced that he would be expected to consume seafood. Uh oh. said a very worried mind, this is where I'll end up going the same way as this guy - seafood always gives me gas.

"Ha! Show me what you got!" drawled Section with an audible tone of cockiness. Despite this danger, he was quite optimistic that he would be able to get past this round, although once this tournament was complete, he didn't know how he'd be able to get up. What surprised him more than his stomach's capacity was the fact that his chair seemed to be holding up under his weight.

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SIpping up the oysters, chewing through the sushi with soy sauce over them, vrunhcing his way through the lobsters and managing to finish the rest of his meal for this round, Nefarious let out a proud belch and grinned.

"Enjoying the challenge Section?" Wags tail slowly, rubbing over his legs as he felt the pressure in his ass. Deciding to hold it back for a much louder one, Nef chuckled and looked around at the audience.

Samael watched both contestants with sharp eyes, trying to spot either of them cheating though the sight of Nef's pucker kept distracting him.

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Despite the danger which he realized could prove problematic in this round, and owing to his stomach having never taken such an amount before it was now beginning to strain under the food's weight, which had forced his intestines lower down his body, Section was determined not to give up this challenge. Especially as both he and Nefarious had bid on the ultimate stake: lose the challenge, lose your body. There's no way I can give up to this cocky bastard now. said his mind rebelliously, grinning at this thought, Look at him - his body language shows how over-confident he is about this. Well, I'll show him.

In the same fashion as the second round, he advanced onto grabbing each dish one at a time, and then draining the contents into his mouth which he swallowed whole without chewing at any time. He even allowed the oysters and lobsters on some of the dishes to slip down his throat without even a single chew, despite their hardness and sharp parts. He didn't normally have a problem with hard items, and these were no exception as he moved onto a particularly large platter laced with many kinds of scrumptious-looking fish.

"What to say," he answered, observing as he rubbed his own bloated out stomach, "It's quite an unusual challenge to say the least - but this is quite enjoyable." After swallowing an entire lobster, he put down his dish and paused for a few seconds to observe the actions of the crowd before picking up a sushi bowl and allowing the sodden fish to slide into his waiting mouth.

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Watching Section down the lobsters and oysters whole, this surprised Nef and and he watched more, panting as he felt the pressure start to get unholdable. Growling loudly, he leaned his head back and spread his legs wider, his pucker opening wide and sure enough, the loudest and most foul smelling fart yet was released from his ass.

In a state of great leasure as thr fart lasted for over ten seconds, Nef was unaware of something forcing it'd way through his small intestines and out of his anal ring, a shiny brown substance curling up out of his pucker. Purring in extreme pleasure, Nef assued this to be an after effect of such a joyous fart and relaxed his ass more, the brown substance squelching quitely as it slid out more, soon curling up around his anal ring.

As the audience witnessed this, some laughed at this, some brought their shirts up to their noses and others looked away, and Nef was still unaware of the exretement. As Samael whistled extremely loud to Nef, he snapped out of his trance state and looked at Samael, suddenly noticing the smell coming from him. Looking down at his ass, Nef gasped in shock as he saw the scat still sliding out of is pucker, curling around it still.

Nef's cheeks flushed deep red and he squeezed his anal ring on the shit, cutting it off and stuttered, looking around at the audience then at Section. Samael stood up when Section finished with his food, addressing everyone. "Okay! Round six, Baked foods!"

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As Section drained the last of his dishes, he heard his stomach groan under the weight and strain of the outrageous amount of food now contained within it. He spread open his legs a little more and slowly, with noticable effort, inched himself back a few steps by a way of allowing his now very bloated stomach more expansion room. Crud. came a warning voice in his head. You might have to pass on one round, Wes. You've never taken this much weight before.

But just as he wiped the residue surrounding his lips and covering the ends of several of his whiskers, a foul stench wafted over him as if somebody had released a large amount of Chlorine gas into the room. Indeed, it was enough to make him clap one of his paws over his nose and mouth, but when he discovered the generation of the smell, he nearly retched at the sight; the pressure had finally reached his bowels, forcing a large amount of gas out of his rear end, as well as what looked like a considerable amount of feces poking through his trousers. Oh, God, yelled his mind, Oh my God.

Though at first he tried to avoid making a big deal out of it, he was first to make a comment about the substance of filthiness. "Um...Nefarious?" he stammered, "do you know you have a sculpture of shit behind you?" He hoped intently that he would have noticed the feeling of his own feces, or would have to depart from the tournament or be disqualified for this so that he could claim an easy victory, even though this would not count for disqualification. But at the same time he'd hoped to the heavens that Nefarious was feeling normal under the strain.

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Though Nef was looking down upon the crap over his ass, he couldn't help but pick up a different scent. Although the smell of shit was strong, he could notice the aroma of someone else's stench, and sure enough, it was Section's. Looking up at the feline, he grinned ever so slightly as he watched the bulge in his jeans form, less nervous now seeing how he wasn't the only one to loose control.

Panting, Nefarious rubbed over his belly more, squeezing it softly to ease his belly as it groaned and sloshed loudly, ignoring Section's words. As soon as Samael announced that round six would consist of baked foods, the cafeteria staff emerged once more from the kitchen and placed trays cavered in iced buns, cakes, chocolate gateaus, pies, and a vast array of baker in front of the two.

Blinking, Nef watched Section for a few minutes before tucking into his round, slowly chewing through the pies and ices cakes fist, mostly due to letting his stomach digest more of the food inside, although this didn't help and just made his gut bulge out even more. Blushing, Nef closed his eyes and spread his legs apart, letting out another fart and sighed, continuing to eat more.

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By now Section was beginning to show signs of exhaustion from the immense weight his stomach was now containing, which thankfully for him and his body was being almost fully supported by the ground. As well as the smell of Nefarious' fecal matter, he'd detected another strong scent, this time coming from himself. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he soon discovered that his chest was almost fully drenched in sweat. However, soon after he had consumed the seafood and had eaten the first pie, he could feel an unabstaining pressure mounting in his stomach, as if he'd ingested liquid helium which was now boiling inside him. "Oh, God," warned Section, showing his palms to his opponent, "now it's my turn!"

Despite his efforts to try and hold it back by clapping both paws over his mouth, he let out an almighty belch which lasted for several seconds. Several people from the other side of the cafeteria burst out laughing at this, while the others swivelled round with shocked or disgusted expressions.

"Um, I do apologise," he quipped with a blushed face, bemused by what he'd just done as well as the shocked expressions of some of the audience members. But looking down on his vast selection of desserts, he frowned. He had never had to eat so many sickly, rich foods before, and continuing with this round was sure to force him to vomit everything he had consumed, which meant that he would not only lose the contest, but his life and reputation too. But he had to do something - his audience were beginning to become impatient by now, and Nefarious would not likely wait for him to get started or announce his departure from the round.