Carrie stomps off down the street after her massive rhino husband, gleefully giggling the whole way. She loves every bounce, every juggle her rotund body takes as she moves, knowing that she'd never be able to get this much enjoyment out of being fat in the real world. Never. She watches him squeeze his bulk through a comparatively tiny doorframe to "Wonky's Wonderful Burger Joint" and soon squeezes in after him.
The two massive mammalians take up most of the free room in the restaurant, and the patrons who are already eating stare at the newcomers in wide-eyed disbelief. Some are transformed into cartoonish forms like John and Carrie (though not at all fat like they are, more common forms like rabbits and ducks and mice) though most are still human. To John and Carrie, they look cartoonish still, since their eyes see everything in this world differently.
"Um..." a timid, small man behind the counter, pimply faced and lanky, speaks up, "welcome to Wonky's' can I uh... Take your order?"
"One hundred cheeseburgers for each of us!" Carrie belts out, her voice loud and boisterous.
"Um... That'll be... Uh... Eight hundred dollars?"
Carrie reaches inbetween her massive breasts and pulls out a wad of cash and flings it onto the countertop before sitting down at the nearest seat. Amazingly, it bends but does not break under the strain. John does the same, and looks Carrie in the eye. "Ready to lose?"
"I should ask the same of you, babe. First one done wins."
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
Within seconds, a waiter who looks remarkably similar to the cashier zips out from the kitchen with two massive platters of cheeseburgers and arts them down, one in front of each of them.
"Would you mind counting to three, buddy?" John asks, and steadys his hands on the table.
"One... Two... Uh... Three?"
At the instant the waiter said "three", Carrie lifted he entire platter and opened her hippo mouth as wide as it could go and poured the entire contents into her mouth, not even stopping to chew as she swallowed. John hadn't even gotten one burger in his mouth.
"The winnaaaaaa!!" a referee who had popped up out of nowhere called out as he lifted Carrie's right arm up.
"Oh! In... Your... FACE!" Carrie whooped in victory before letting out a long, foghorn-loud belch that knocked everything in front of her, even John, to the far side of the restaurant. John's bulk had smooshed five people beneath him. "Who's the best? Me! You can't handle this! OH! YEAH!"
She then lifted John's plate and shoveled it all into her mouth just as she had done her own! "Best get to that massage, boy, because you... Lose!"
"I'm... But I haven't had a bite to eat..." John whimpers, with a trembling lower lip and tear-filled eyes.