chapter 12

Cho and Strawberry entered the diner, albeit with some difficulty.
"It says the contest happens in 5 minutes and applicants should show up at the ordering station." Cho said, reading the poster.
Approaching the cash register, the girls could hear hushed voices near the grill.
"Gee, boss, only 5 minutes until the competition and no ones gonna join. Along with the huge crowd that's come..." said one voice.
"Goddamit, I thought this was a good idea. Now everyone's gonna take me for a fool..." said another.
Cho cleared her throat. "Excuse me." she said.
Two figures emerged and walked over; one was short and dumpy, in his mid-fifties, while the other was tall and lanky, in his early thirties.
"What can I gettcha?" the older one asked.
Strawberry pointed to the poster, saying, "We came for the contest. Its still on, right?"
The two men exchanged relived glances. "Oh yeah, it is now. So, its just you two?"
Cho nodded. "We can get more if you-"
"Nonono, its okay both of you will do. Now I want YOU," he said, pointing up at his co-worker, "to get some food done, ASAP."
He returned his gaze to the girls. "Got any alergies? Or have you taken any appetite enhancing drugs in the past 4 hours?" he asked.
"No, and yes." Cho answered.
"Splendid. You can put on a great show, then."

***

Once the food had been payed down, and Strawberry and Cho were seated at opposite ends of a table, the crowd in the diner went silent. The manager went up in front of the table with his mic.
"Ladies and germs, I present to you an eating show down between two of these beautiful girls," he said, while someone sniggered, "We are gonna see who is gonna eat more before the timer runs out."
Cho and Strawberry were already poised to tuck into this feast. To them this was free lunch.

***

Deirdre walked out of the shop with her game console and games. The man she met gave her his number, but she knew, as much as she loved him, she was banned from having romantic or sexual relationships with people other than her commissioner. She saw Cho and Strawberry stagger out of a restaurant across the plaza, grease covering their mouths.
"Guess got a free lunch?" Cho asked, as she approached Deirdre.
"Us. Well, it was an eating contest, but, you know, at our size, its basically lunch." Strawberry said.
"Strawberry won, but I popped a button on my shirt, which goes to show how great I am at this." Cho said defiantly.
"Great at what, being a living human dumpling?" Strawberry teased.
Cho turned around to face her. "Hey, not only is that a racist joke, but now I'm in the mood for dumplings. Thanks a lot."
Deirdre chuckled. "Hey," she said, "Where's Kylie?"
"I think she went to that incense place." Cho replied, licking ketchup off her fingers.
Heading over to the incense shop, they found Kylie, with her enormous ass on a bean bag, asleep. Deirdre tapped on her shoulder, waking her up.
"Damn, what's going on, oh, hey guys." she murmured, stretching out, showing off her belly.
"There's a café downstairs, wanna go?" she asked sleepily.
The cafe downstairs was pleasant and had classic Japanese antiques.
"Why did the clerk let you sleep there?" Strawberry asked Kylie.
"Well, he said I could have any food from fridge if I sat on him and buried his head in my tits. He seemed a nice enough guy, about our age."
Cho looked surprised. "You cant just do that, Kylie! You know what happens when you do that!" she said in a hushed, but urgent voice.
"Hey, I let a guy grope me when I got stuck in the video game store." Deirdre said.
Strawberry looked at her in disbelief. "You let a guy pinch your ass and shit?"
"Yeah, and he gave me his number, too."
"You better burn it, if he wrote it down," Cho said, "If they find it on you, you're good as dead."
"Yeah, but if I need a place to crash, I could always hook up with him."
Strawberry sighed. "I wish some guy would just feel me all over. I mean, all this fat isn't just for display. I need a guy to grab my rolls."
"Our evaluation is coming up, where we get to see our partners. I heard that some people go for a tumble in the hay while they're meeting each other..." Cho remarked.
"I wonder who took the time out of their day to pay seventy grand for me. They could just have hit up another girl, but they decided that a genetically bred blubberball was more efficient." Deirdre thought allowed.
"Maybe its cause you're literary made for him," Kylie said, "I mean, you know no other life other than the one he made for you. I just hope my commissioner is some pimp who's gonna feed me and make me feel special, and not some pig who has me chained up to be his sex slave."
"Hey fellas, we gotta order." Strawberry said, pointing to the approaching barista.
Cho was the first to look up, ready to order her ten or so cakes.