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After a full day of job hunting, Lizzy arrived home and collapsed on her couch exhausted. The money she received from the hot dog eating contest covered her rent for the rest of the month but she needed a steady flow of income. She started changing in more comfortable clothes to lounge around in, she noticed her growing muffintop. Ever since she was laid off work, Lizzy ended up spending all her surplus time eating snacks and watching TV. As she considered doing some sit-ups she remembered she had left her take-out in her car.

As she left her apartment, she was stopped by a woman in the hall. Lizzy recognized her as one of the people living on her floor of the building, then she remembered seeing her at the hot dog eating competition.

“Hi, aren’t you the woman who was in the Blubber Dogs eating contest?” The woman asked.

“Oh, yes I was. My name is Lizzy Maidson.”

“I’m Mareth Mackley. Nice to meet you. So do you often enter eating contests”

“No, I’m pretty sure that this was a one time thing.”

“Really, I’m sorry to hear that. I saw so much potential up from you on that stage.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, my parents were organizers and judges for the National Competitive Eating Organization. I spent all my childhood watching tons of eating contests so I can tell that with some more training you could be a champion.”

“Really?” Lizzy said interested.

“You bet. If you ever change your mind come see me. I can get into more contests and help you be a faster eater”

“Hey wait.” Lizzy said. “If I did decide to more contests, what would the training entail?”

Mareth smiled. “Tell you what, come to my apartment tomorrow at six and we’ll have a training session and you can decide whether or not these contests are for you.

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The next day Lizzy arrived at Mareth’s apartment.

“Oh come in!” Mareth said greeting her at the door. “Please take a seat at the table in the kitchen.”

Lizzy walked into her apartment and noticed the table was full of piles of hot dogs, glasses of water and one small cup of yellow liquid.

“So what do I have to do?” Lizzy said sitting down.

“Just drink the yellow juice and try to eat 15 hot dogs as fast.” Mareth held up a timer. “Tell me when you’re ready and we’ll begin.”

“What’s the yellow juice about?”

“It’s helps the food go down easier. So are you ready?”

Lizzy nodded and Mareth started the clock when Lizzy drank the yellow liquid and reached for her first hot dog.

Lizzy scarfed down the hot dogs using the same techniques she used at the contest. It was slightly easier than last but she still felt full to bursting by the time she reached fifteen. Although this time the feeling she would vomit if she ate more wasn’t there.

“Okay so that’s 15 hot dogs. How did I do?” Lizzy asked.

“You did great. You shaved almost 10 seconds off your previous time.” Mareth said. “Now try eating more.”

“But I’m stuffed, I don’t know if I can.”

“Just trust me on this. Eat until you feel like you’re going to throw up.”

Lizzy hesitantly began eating again and while she felt beyond full she didn’t feel sick. Her stomach didn’t even hurt, all she could feel was an increasing pressure in her stomach that grew with every hot dog she ate. Mareth kept telling her to eat more, Lizzy continued to stuffing hot dogs down her throat until the pressure in her stomach grew unbearable. She let loose a huge belch and and passed out at the table.

Lizzy woke up lying on Mareth’s couch and she immediately wanted to go back to sleep. Her stomach was still miserably full and her body felt incredibly heavy and tired. As she laid there, she scanned the room and Mareth walked by in a bathrobe.

“What happened?” Lizzy said drowsily.

“Oh, you’re awake! Good news, you ate 20 hot dogs! You did way better than I expected.”

“Why did I pass out?”

“Well, do you remember the yellow juice you drank before you began eating? That was a mixture that temporarily numbs the gag reflex and increases your appetite to help expand how much you can eat at one time. However, when you were completely and totally full, your body shut down to keep you from eating anymore. So, now that you’ve done a training session, do you think you want to continue?”

Lizzy thought about it. The whole “eating until you pass out” thing seemed rather shady, but it got results. Besides she had nothing better to do at the moment while she was in between jobs and if she felt uncomfortable she could just stop whenever she wanted.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with it for now.” Lizzy replied.

“Great!” Mareth said. “We’ll have session tomorrow night at the same time. I’m gonna go to bed now. You’re probably stuffed so you can stay here as long as you feel like it .”

Mareth went into her bedroom while Lizzy quickly fell back to sleep.

Lizzy continued on for weeks like this. Every night, Mareth would prepare more and more hot dogs for Lizzy to eat until she passed out from overstuffing herself. Furthermore, Mareth would often take her to restaurants and fast food joints and order her vast amounts of food. Mareth would also tell Lizzie to do arm exercises to strengthen her hands and arms and help reduce the time it took for her to bring the food to her mouth. Lizzy, having researched competitive eating, started to question the unorthodox training method of just cramming herself with as much food that she could as fast as she could. Mareth said they were trying to increase her appetite and quicken her digestion process so that eating tons of food quickly would become second nature to her.

Lizzy really couldn’t complain throughout all this. The massive amount of food Mareth gave her meant she didn’t need to worry about food bills while she was looking for a job and all the time she spent with Mareth gave her something to do with her free time. However, the one problem she had with the affair was that all the food she was consuming was going straight to her figure. In the few weeks since she began training she had already gone up three dress sizes.

One day, after an afternoon of fruitless job searching, Lizzy came to Mareth’s apartment to start another training session but when she entered she didn’t find the usual small mountain of hot dogs waiting for her.

“Hey Liz,” Mareth said as Lizzy entered. “Tonight I think we’ll do something different. Let’s go out to eat.”

She then showed Lizzy a flyer for Rob’s Wild Wing Buffet and in bright colorful letters it stated that they were having an eating contest that night.

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After a full day of job hunting, Lizzy arrived home and collapsed on her couch exhausted. The money she received from the hot dog eating contest covered her rent for the rest of the month but she needed a steady flow of income. She started changing in more comfortable clothes to lounge around in, she noticed her growing muffintop. Ever since she was laid off work, Lizzy ended up spending all her surplus time eating snacks and watching TV. As she considered doing some sit-ups she remembered she had left her take-out in her car.

As she left her apartment, she was stopped by a woman in the hall. Lizzy recognized her as one of the people living on her floor of the building, then she remembered seeing her at the hot dog eating competition.

“Hi, aren’t you the woman who was in the Blubber Dogs eating contest?” The woman asked.

“Oh, yes I was. My name is Lizzy Maidson.”

“I’m Mareth Mackley. Nice to meet you. So do you often enter eating contests”

“No, I’m pretty sure that this was a one time thing.”

“Really, I’m sorry to hear that. I saw so much potential up from you on that stage.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, my parents were organizers and judges for the National Competitive Eating Organization. I spent all my childhood watching tons of eating contests so I can tell that with some more training you could be a champion.”

“Really?” Lizzy said interested.

“You bet. If you ever change your mind come see me. I can get into more contests and help you be a faster eater”

“Hey wait.” Lizzy said. “If I did decide to more contests, what would the training entail?”

Mareth smiled. “Tell you what, come to my apartment tomorrow at six and we’ll have a training session and you can decide whether or not these contests are for you.

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The next day Lizzy arrived at Mareth’s apartment.

“Oh come in!” Mareth said greeting her at the door. “Please take a seat at the table in the kitchen.”

Lizzy walked into her apartment and noticed the table was full of piles of hot dogs, glasses of water and one small cup of yellow liquid.

“So what do I have to do?” Lizzy said sitting down.

“Just drink the yellow juice and try to eat 15 hot dogs as fast.” Mareth held up a timer. “Tell me when you’re ready and we’ll begin.”

“What’s the yellow juice about?”

“It’s helps the food go down easier. So are you ready?”

Lizzy nodded and Mareth started the clock when Lizzy drank the yellow liquid and reached for her first hot dog.

Lizzy scarfed down the hot dogs using the same techniques she used at the contest. It was slightly easier than last but she still felt full to bursting by the time she reached fifteen. Although this time the feeling she would vomit if she ate more wasn’t there.

“Okay so that’s 15 hot dogs. How did I do?” Lizzy asked.

“You did great. You shaved almost 10 seconds off your previous time.” Mareth said. “Now try eating more.”

“But I’m stuffed, I don’t know if I can.”

“Just trust me on this. Eat until you feel like you’re going to throw up.”

Lizzy hesitantly began eating again and while she felt beyond full she didn’t feel sick. Her stomach didn’t even hurt, all she could feel was an increasing pressure in her stomach that grew with every hot dog she ate. Mareth kept telling her to eat more, Lizzy continued to stuffing hot dogs down her throat until the pressure in her stomach grew unbearable. She let loose a huge belch and and passed out at the table.

Lizzy woke up lying on Mareth’s couch and she immediately wanted to go back to sleep. Her stomach was still miserably full and her body felt incredibly heavy and tired. As she laid there, she scanned the room and Mareth walked by in a bathrobe.

“What happened?” Lizzy said drowsily.

“Oh, you’re awake! Good news, you ate 20 hot dogs! You did way better than I expected.”

“Why did I pass out?”

“Well, do you remember the yellow juice you drank before you began eating? That was a mixture that temporarily numbs the gag reflex and increases your appetite to help expand how much you can eat at one time. However, when you were completely and totally full, your body shut down to keep you from eating anymore. So, now that you’ve done a training session, do you think you want to continue?”

Lizzy thought about it. The whole “eating until you pass out” thing seemed rather shady, but it got results. Besides she had nothing better to do at the moment while she was in between jobs and if she felt uncomfortable she could just stop whenever she wanted.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with it for now.” Lizzy replied.

“Great!” Mareth said. “We’ll have session tomorrow night at the same time. I’m gonna go to bed now. You’re probably stuffed so you can stay here as long as you feel like it .”

Mareth went into her bedroom while Lizzy quickly fell back to sleep.

Lizzy continued on for weeks like this. Every night, Mareth would prepare more and more hot dogs for Lizzy to eat until she passed out from overstuffing herself. Furthermore, Mareth would often take her to restaurants and fast food joints and order her vast amounts of food. Mareth would also tell Lizzie to do arm exercises to strengthen her hands and arms and help reduce the time it took for her to bring the food to her mouth. Lizzy, having researched competitive eating, started to question the unorthodox training method of just cramming herself with as much food that she could as fast as she could. Mareth said they were trying to increase her appetite and quicken her digestion process so that eating tons of food quickly would become second nature to her.

Lizzy really couldn’t complain throughout all this. The massive amount of food Mareth gave her meant she didn’t need to worry about food bills while she was looking for a job and all the time she spent with Mareth gave her something to do with her free time. However, the one problem she had with the affair was that all the food she was consuming was going straight to her figure. In the few weeks since she began training she had already gone up three dress sizes.

One day, after an afternoon of fruitless job searching, Lizzy came to Mareth’s apartment to start another training session but when she entered she didn’t find the usual small mountain of hot dogs waiting for her.

“Hey Liz,” Mareth said as Lizzy entered. “Tonight I think we’ll do something different. Let’s go out to eat.”

She then showed Lizzy a flyer for Rob’s Wild Wing Buffet and in bright colorful letters it stated that they were having an eating contest that night.