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After approximately ten awkward minutes of waiting, Vanessa heard the announcer on stage introduce the next contestants. She felt both relief and nerves, as it was intense being sat with a bunch of obese white men but at the same time she did not want to participate. The men had been thirsting over her, as she was gorgeous but way out of their league. They never had the courage to say anything to her though, maybe they were waiting until after the contest.

All five contestants lined up and walked up the stairs onto the stage. Vanessa was momentarily blinded as the daylight shone on the stage. When she'd adjusted her eyesight, she could see that the audience had grown substantially since walking backstage. People clearly wanted to see Vanessa fail at this contest.

The contestants all took a seat behind the long table. The announcer stepped up infront of them, she had blonde frizzy hair and wore the same red employee uniform. "Ladies and gentlemen we've got a special one now! As you can probably tell we've got an odd one out participating today! Vanessa here made a bit of a mistake and didn't show respect in the market. Now if she loses this contest she'll have to sign her life up to the fat society!" The announcer explained to the audience, receiving many laughs.

Vanessa blushed and covered her face, being seen on that stage was humiliating enough as it was. People had their phones out ready to film her and put it all over social media, much to her dismay. Five more employees dressed like waiters stepped onto the stage, each holding a huge plate with a mountain full of hot dogs. They placed a plate in front of each contestant.

Vanessa pulled a disgusted face as the plate of hot dogs was placed infront of her. She could see the unhealthy fats oosing out of the buns. Her diet would be absolutely ruined if she ate all those! "Alright everyone, begin!" The announcer yelled, sounding an airhorn.

All of the other fat contestants dug themselves right into their hotdogs, shovelling each one down as if it were nothing. Vanessa glanced at the men shovelling the hot dogs down their throats, and then back at her plate. "I'm not eating that!" She yelled, crossing her arms in refusal. "If you don't eat em you lose!" The announcer responded.

Vanessa panicked, remembering the stakes behind this match. There was no way she was gonna let these people **** her to sign up for something she doesn't wanna do. She picked up a hot dog, cringing and shaking. She brought it close her mouth, slowly opening it with resistance. She took a small nibble on the end of the bun.

Vanessa kept nibbling until she reached the fatty sausage itself. She took a deep breathe, and bit down on the sausage. She cringed as she could feel the fats dribble down her throat and seethe into her stomach. Each bite made her feel more and more bloated. She continued to eat the hotdog, moaning between mouthfuls about how disgusting it was.

Just as Vanessa had finished the hotdog, the announcer sounded the airhorn to signify a winner. Vanessa smiled and let out a slight cheer, thinking she'd won. Her smile faded as she slowly looked up at the announcer. The man on the other side of the table had stood up and held his hands in the air claiming victory, his plate was empty. Vanessa looked further down the table, as the other three men devoured their plates but still had a couple hotdogs left. Vanessa then looked at her plate, which was still a mountain of hotdogs, with just one less. "Fuck..." she muttered, sheer panic and dread hit her like a brick.