Derrick and the other football players in his clique guffawed and slapped each other's back as they congratulated Derrick on such a perfect plan. If he won, Peter, that upstart, would have to sit bench for the rest of the season; if he lost, sure, he had to let Peter play first string in the next game, but no doubt he'd be so stuffed in order to win, he'd be too sick to play.
Derrick smirked. Even with such perfect odds, he'd made sure that the cafeteria workers had their hands slicked with cash (and a few mentions of his uncle, the coach), so they would make sure that Peter always got the bowls that deceptively held more food, while Derrick's plates and bowls were lighter and no as tightly packed. Peter would have to eat three times as much as Derrick to make it seem as they were eating the same number of plates and dishes. Even his uncle had lauded him for the cunning of their plans.
The crowd around them shushed slightly, and Derrick looked up to see Peter walking up, his girlfriend joining him arm in arm. How the hell had Peter gotten such a stacked girlfriend? Sure, he'd heard they been going out since high school, but surely in the face of someone as awesome as Derrick, she would have dumped Peter for him in a heartbeat. Whatever, maybe today he'd get her to see the error of her ways.
"Alright, gentlemen! You have ninety minutes to eat as many dishes as you possibly can! The one with most empty plates when the timer's up, or the last one standing, wins!" Peter and Derrick, along with a few other guys, sat down at the long table, with huge piles of food in front of them. "On your mark, get set.... GO!"
With that, the guys were chowing down. At first, everyone seemed to be eating with the same gusto, and various groups cheered on each contestant. 15 minutes in, however, Derrick noticed everyone, even himself, were slowing down a bit as their jaws got tired.
...Well, almost everyone. Derrick looks over at Peter, and the rib in his hands hit the plate with ping.
Peter was lifting plates up to his mouth, opening wide, and swallowing the contents in the blink of an eye. Huge lumps could be seen traveling down his throat, before hitting what had to be the biggest gut Derrick had ever seen on a dude. The huge, taut stomach wobbled slightly as more food and drink filled it; like a balloon, Derrick watched it fill more and more of Peter's lap in real time. "No...frickin...way..." he mumbled, before a shout from one of his friends reminded him he needed to eat as well.
Peter, meanwhile, was in heaven. A giant bowl of fried rice ran past his tongue, funnelling straight into his stomach. Expanding with food was great; nothing beat that wonderful full feeling, and his gut quickly used the resources to keep his stomach growing larger and larger. Thanks to Joce's changes to him, he didn't have to worry about reaching his limit; Peter's stomach would constantly grow to accommodate everything he threw in it and more. He absently rubbed the side, feeling the faint tingle as his body adjusted to all the added weight, so he'd still be able to stand at the end of this.
Idly, as the edge of his gut brushed past his spread knees and he grabbed mountain of chicken tenders, he wondered what he'd look like at the end of 90 minutes. He was a little excited at how big he could be; he knew no matter what, Joce would be just as turned on as he was at his own growth, and she'd promised him the best belly rub of his life, after trouncing Derrick. Ah, surely he'd know soon enough... it felt like it had been a good hour already, by the number of empty plates in front of him. Peter had no idea he still had another 75 minutes to balloon out into something the campus had never seen before....