The worst case scenario.

As each cart was positioned in front of their respective contestants, Lena began to eye them with growing unease.

They were all topped with a large removable metal box, length and widthwise the full dimensions of the cart.

What the hell could be under them, the worlds biggest Turkeys? No, lena thought to herself, it was probably something designed to be as humiliating as possible.

As Lenas mind began to unwillingly conjure up ideas about semen based foods, she was given a welcome distraction as the announcer began to speak.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you all to this years Barnsfield County Winter Fair eating contest!”

A short polite applause followed this announcement, he continued “this year, we are proudly sponsored by Anal Cake Shakes, who are debuting their latest flavour sensation, Four Fudge, in an all new Double-Party size!”

Lena froze, fear flooding her for the second time today. What the hell did that mean? What was the strictest definition of “eating”? Was she about to get two party sized cakes shoved up her shitter?

No, as the metal covers were taken off of each cart one by one, she realized it was much, much worse.

On the carts, tied tightly in place, with their asses sticking up in the air, spines curved as far as they can possibly go, were ten identical Characters.

Of all the outlandish unfamiliar characters lena had seen in the past six years, Velma Dinkley was at least someone she could recognize.

They were each dressed normally, baggy orange sweater and a pleated red skirt. Their asses were propped up on their knees, so prominently on display she could spot her plain white full back panties underneath the relatively conservative skirt.

All of them were absolutely drenched in sweat, and Lena could see some steam rising off of the matching girls in the winter air.

They were alive at least, judging by the various degrees of writhing and moaning displayed by the girls, muffled by matching red ball-gags.

Aside from the ball gag and being tied up, two things were out of place.

Firstly and most noticeably, their asses looked significantly enhanced, leaving the short statured girls comically bottom-heavy. This was such a common mod on the Velmas Lena had seen it’s practically considered stock amongst some circles.

Secondly, and more alarming, they each had full, round bellies, stretched to the max and looking like they belonged on women who were nine months pregnant.

Suddenly it clicked in Lenas head, and she began to feel queasy.

“Now we asked ACS to fill up ten identical Velmas, a popular character, standing all of four foot eight, to PROVE they can fit the all new Double-Party size into any container, large or small!”

“Containers” the word rolled around in Lenas mind, that’s all they were now. If lena were equivalent to a Fleshlight with legs, these Velmas were nothing but Bowls to these people.

“I mean these things are packed people, packed! From end to end with cake!”

Lena noticed something was different about the Velma in front of her. She struggled more against the ropes, her moaning was higher pitched, a **** attempt at a scream. Her tears poured down her face in rivers, and her eyes were wide, wild with fear and pain.

She was new.

The others had clearly been through this a few times before, veterans of the business. The Velma in front of Lena could have mere hours before, been happily chasing around cartoonish costumed villains with a stoner and a talking dog.

“The rules are simple, each Cart contains a built in scale connected to an alarm. The first contestant to eat a sufficient amount of cake, thus lowering the weight of the container and triggering the alarm, wins.”

The announcer paused for a moment before adding, “oh, and it should go without saying, that all cake expelled from the container must be consumed to qualify.”

Lena let out a shaky breath, and began to quietly work though some pre-run warm up stretches.

With her masters warning echoing in her mind, she would have to give this her all, whether or not he intended to make good on his threats.

If there was one thing Tracer was good at, it’s being fast.