She pulls out all the stops.

Quickly as she could, Lena straightened out the oversized panties still wrapped around her hand, and draped it over her arm like a waiters towel, pressing the same arm over Velma's crotch to serve as a makeshift bib.

Seconds felt like hours as she positioned her body over the growing ring of Velma's asshole, waiting for the exact moment the plug would shoot out.

*BANG!*

The plug came hurtling out at ****, physically recoiling Lena's body to the side as it impacted her rapidly bruising breast; still, Lena was quick on the recovery, and before a single arc of cake could escape the massive ass in front of her, she dove in, mashing her head in-between the sweaty cheeks and burying her face in ear-deep.

Despite a number of attempts at deep-throating, Lena's Master had never been well enough endowed to prepare her for the literal throat-full of cake that was sent hurdling deep into her esophagus, ramming against her tonsils, blowing clear past her breathing valve, and plunging deep, straight into her stomach like a flood of concrete

The Velma had clearly been pushed to the very limits of her capacity, as the log of cake was not the soft creamy texture A.C.S was known for, but instead was a firm, barely supple brick of chocolate, nearly taffy-like in texture that hurt Lena's teeth as she made fruitless attempts to bite the forearm thick snake.

A tiny, battered sense of humor in the back of her mind quipped that this product might have to go back to R&D.

Her mouth was stretched as far as she could possibly open it, painfully so, yet still the firm log of fudge scraped her lower teeth. Her upper lip meanwhile, was being tickled by a sparse spread of ass hairs clinging for dear life to Velma's abused anal ring.

Her tongue was beginning to burn from the sheer friction, and the taste sunk even deeper, it was getting hard to tell where to her soft porous flesh ended and her meal began.

Lena couldn't even begin to try and breath, it was as if she'd forgotten how; no muscle or nerve even made the attempt as it felt like her insides were already packed solid. In the panic, she couldn't even remember if she'd remembered to take a deep breath beforehand.

She let the panties-bib drop, instead using both hand to claw into Velma's Family-sized ass for support, sinking in like Jell-O, trying to push through the pain.

Through ringing ears Lena could hear some sort of cheering from both the crowd and announcer, though who it was directed towards she couldn't tell.

She couldn't tell how long she had lasted either, perhaps a solid minute of **** on the sickly sweet concoction.

After who knows how long, a pocket of air trapped deep inside Velma gave her a brief respite with a loud flatulent *PTTFFFffft*, stinging her eyes as the flow turned to a steady crawl, before finally stopping, leaving a few tapered inches of cake sticking out of Lena's stained mouth as she fell backward from exhaustion.

She fell back onto her elbows and tried to cough, but instead convulsed as her throat was still compacted with the impossibly thick chocolate.

With equal panic and mustered determination Lena rammed the cake with her fingers, reaching back to stuff the tapered end down her throat like she was plunging a toilet. That comparison, she noted mentally, was a little more apt that Lena would have liked.

*Ga-WWWHUUUUHHHH*

After a struggle, Lena could finally breath again, letting in a deep breath followed by a series of short barking coughs that sent crumbs of cake flying to land on once perfectly flat tummy. Looking down, Lena groaned at the sight.

Though she was a fair bit taller than the Velma, the amount of cake she had eaten made her belly swell up to a considerable size, causing her already too tight bloomers to roll down slightly at the waistband; It looked as if she had just swallowed a small watermelon.

The aches and pains emanating from her stomach only now were beginning to catch up with Lena's senses, and she grunted in pain as it felt like she was suffering from the worse tummy ache of her life, she could swear she felt the snaking mass of icing, fudge and thickly slabbed cake sliding through her digestive system inch by inch.

With a wail of pain Lena stood on shaking legs, waiting with fading hope to be declared the winner. Surely she had eaten what was required? after the veritable buffet of cake she had just swallowed from the Velmas ass how could there possibly be any left?

When she looked at the scale, Lenas overstuffed stomach dropped, there was still 5 pounds to go until she would be declared the winner, and with the flow of cake from Velmas bowels now barely a crawl, she would have to get her hands dirty.