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The arena was set.

A massive, circular coliseum overflowed with roaring fans eager to witness a competition unlike any other. Twenty one booths lined the edges, each one outfitted with conveyor belts ready to deliver an endless torrent of food: steaming platters of meat, towering stacks of pancakes, glistening sushi rolls, whole roast turkeys, and mountains of desserts.

In the center, the announcer [From Dragon Ball] raised his microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Glutton Bowl! Today we crown the most insatiable eater in all of fiction! Twenty three competitors enter, but only one will claim the title of Ultimate Devourer!”

The crowd erupted as the cameras panned across the contestants.

• Booth #1: Chowder was already drooling, his wide eyes glued to the parade of food. “I was BORN for this!” he squealed.
  
  
• Booth #2: Matter-Eater Lad calmly adjusted his gloves. “I wonder if they’ll send some titanium or promethium my way,” he mused.
  
  
• Booth #3: Toriko cracked his knuckles, flashing a confident grin. “I’ve eaten the rarest delicacies in existence. This’ll be a walk in the park.”
  
  
• Booth #4: Gluttony giggled with eerie excitement. “So much food! I wanna eat it all… and maybe the booths too.”
  
  
• Booth #5: Kirby simply stared at the food, his round pink body trembling with anticipation.
  
  
• Booth #6: Snorlax was already asleep. A staff member poked him awake with a broom just in time for introductions.
  
  
• Booth #7: Wario rubbed his hands together greedily. “Food and gold—two of my favorite things!”
  
  
• Booth #8: Goku stretched his arms, smiling. “Finally, a competition I can really sink my teeth into!”
  
  
• Booth #9: Luffy was practically vibrating with excitement. “Meat! Meat! Meat!” he chanted.
  
  
• Booth #10: Shaggy fiddled with his ascot. “Like, I hope there’s enough for everybody, Scoob!” he muttered into his earpiece, receiving moral support from his canine partner.
  
  
• Booth #11: Choji activated his calorie-burning jutsu with a determined nod. “This is the ultimate test of my clan’s strength!”
  
  
• Booth #12: Coop belched, already dual-wielding a turkey leg and a hoagie. Sauce dripped from his cheek. “Finally, a tournament that understands my lifestyle.”
  
  
• Booth #13: Po tied a bib and rubbed his paws together. “Heheheh, get ready to feel the thunder!”
  
  
• Booth #14: Garfield lounged lazily. “As long as there’s lasagna, this is already my kind of competition.”
  
  
• Booth #15: Volstagg chortled, slapping his belly. “Let us see if you lot can match the stomach fortitude of Valhalla’s greatest eater!” His laughter rattled the seats.
  
  
• Booth #16: Pig God sat calmly, his expression unreadable. His enormous mouth barely twitched as he surveyed the feast. “Let’s see how long this lasts.”
  
  
• Booth #17: Zomom banged his fists on the table. “I wanna eat now! Start the belt!” he whined, eyes darting hungrily.
  
  
• Booth #18: Charlotte Linlin—Big Mom herself—let out her thunderous cackle. “Mamamama! Witness a hunger that can bring kingdoms to their knees!” Her eyes gleamed as she locked onto Luffy. “Even you, Straw Hat… you’ll learn your place before this is over!”
  Luffy smirked back, unshaken.
  
  
• Booth #19: King Hippo bellowed incomprehensibly, pointing to his gaping mouth and pounding his gut in demand for food.
  
  
• Booth #20: The Blob plopped heavily into his chair, which groaned in protest. “Heheheh, an eating contest? Piece of cake! Speaking of which—let’s get this meal moving already!”

• Booth #21: Sasha Blouse practically bounced in her seat, eyes wide and sparkling. “Potato! Meat! Everything!” she shouted, grabbing the belt eagerly and shaking it. “I was born for this! I can eat it ALL!”
  
  
• In Booth #22, Hangry the pig plopped into his chair with a gleeful snort and set a bottle of his special recipe barbecue sauce on the table. “Heheheheh, all you can eat ribs? Happy day! I even brought my own barbecue sauce,” he added eagerly, practically vibrating with anticipation.
  
  
• In Booth #23, Diane settled into an oversized booth—just big enough to rival Linlin’s. “Time to show you boys how a girl can eat you all under the table!” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
  
  
• In Booth #24, Homer Simpson drooled in delight at the massive piles of donuts ready to make their journey into his maw “Mmmmm, endless donuts” Homer rubbed his hands together.
  
  
• Finally, in Booth #25, Majin Buu bellowed, “WHOHOHOHOHOOOOO! Me gonna eat you uuup!” He aimed his head tendril at a random employee… but a can hit his head to get his attention.

“No, Buu! You’ll get disqualified!” Hercule cried.

“Oh! Ok!” Buu said cheerfully, sitting down and humming to himself as he prepared to eat.

The announcer raised a hand, silencing the din. 

“Alright, competitors! I want to see you at your absolute best—a filthy, glorious showdown to decide who has the strongest stomach in all of fiction! The rules are simple!”

On the massive screen overhead, five glowing commandments appeared:

1. No leaving your booth—or you’re disqualified.
   
   
2. No pausing for more than ten seconds between bites. Any longer, and you’re out.
   
   
3. No foul language—keep it sporty.
   
   
4. Damage your booth in any serious way, and you’re disqualified.
   
   
5. Don’t push yourselves too hard. Victory isn’t worth your life.
   
   

The final rule hadn’t even faded when chaos erupted:

“Feh! Who needs these rules? Start the belt already!” Wario sneered, slamming his fist on the table.

“Bring on the cakes and pastries I ordered!” Big Mom bellowed, her laughter booming like thunder.

“BUU HUNGRY!” Majin Buu demanded.

“What were we doing again?” Homer asked as he had spaced out during the instructions.

“Send me my ribs now or I’ll eat yours!” Hangry barked.

“GIMMIE FOOD!” Sasha said as she was drooling.

“Sooo hungry!” Zomom whined, pounding his table.

“Wanna eat!” Gluttony barked, eyes wild.

The announcer pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting every life choice that led to this job.

“Fine! Fine!” he cried, throwing up his free hand. Then, with theatrical flair: “Competitors… on your marks… get set…” He paused, letting the tension peak.

“EAT!”

The belts whirred to life, and chaos began.

Plates flew as Kirby inhaled half his belt’s contents in one mighty gulp. Goku and Luffy immediately tore into mountains of meat, their hands were a blur. Toriko began methodically devouring gourmet dishes, analyzing flavors even as he demolished them, Chowder was somehow already covered in sauce.

“Too slow!” Wario cackled, shoveling food into his mouth with both hands.

Coop began shoveling bacon wrapped hot dogs and philly cheesestakes into his piehole quicker than a mortal should be able to.

Po leaned down and ate the bean dumplings right off the conveyor with his mouth.

Sasha wanted to crawl onto the conveyor belt to reach the food faster, but held back to avoid disqualification. The moment the stacks of meat, potatoes, and every other snack she could see rolled into her booth, they met their doom at her unstoppable hunger.

King Hippo clawed up entire armfuls of food. He’d eaten villages into famine before—he had a cult in Florida devoted to his appetite. He wouldn’t lose.

“Finally! Let’s get messy!” Hangry cheered, snatching a rib from the conveyor. He slathered it in his special barbecue sauce, snorted eagerly, and tore into it with loud, sloppy chomps.

“Yay! Buu want food!” Majin Buu opened his mouth as entire cakes made their way into his mouth.

The Blob piled food high on his plate and shoveled it in by the handful. “Hahaha! You idiots can’t fathom who you’re up against!”

Matter-Eater Lad casually bit into a steel serving tray. “Not bad. Could use more seasoning.”

Big Mom didn’t even bother with cutlery, she got right to grabbing handfuls of the countless desserts heading her way and shoveling them into her gaping maw.

Diane’s eyes lit up as massive platters of pork and sweets rolled her way.

“Hah! I haven’t eaten in days to prep for this—let’s eat!” she cheered, snatching up an entire roast and devouring it with ease. The crowd gasped and murmured, some in awe, others in disbelief, as a giantess casually polished off a whole roast in one bite.

Homer Simpson saw the parade of food coming towards him and he eagerly swiped and ate them without even slowing.

Zomom was ready to begin gnawing on the booth before an endless line of sandwiches began reaching him on the belt, then he happily picked them up and began shoving them into his mouth.

Gluttony giggled as his mouth opened far wider than any human jaw should, devouring entire roast pigs in a single bite.

Across the room, Garfield lazily lifted a forkful of lasagna. “You all try too hard,” he said between bites.

Meanwhile, Volstagg was a picture of Asgardian joy, devouring whole roast chickens with one hand and washing them down with entire flagons of mead with the other. “This feast is worthy of the halls of Valhalla!” he declared between bites. “Bring me more!”

The Glutton Bowl had begun…

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As the competition heated up, alliances formed and taunts flew.

“Hey, Goku!” Luffy called, mouth full. “Think you can keep up?”

Goku grinned. “Only one way to find out!”

Pig God continued to eat without a word, his immense mouth devouring everything around him at a steady pace. It was as though he were the embodiment of gluttony itself — no rush, just endless consumption. He occasionally looked up, briefly making eye contact with some of the competitors before continuing his calm, methodical eating.

“Hahahaha! Mamamamama! This will be easier than I thought if that’s the speed you all eat at!” Big Mom grabbed a whole wedding cake and shoved it into her mouth.

“Shut it lady! I need to focus!” Blob growled as he scarfed down burgers left and right.

“MORE!” Buu demanded swiping many desserts off of the belt as they came at him.

Snorlax finally woke up, yawned… and began eating at a terrifying pace, food disappearing as soon as it arrives to Snorlax.

Shaggy, wide-eyed, saw this and panicked. “Zoinks! We’re doomed!”

“By Odin’s beard, the appetite of that creature rivals my own!” Volstagg bellowed, glancing at Snorlax’s impressive consumption.

“Whoa!” Coop said as he grabbed fistfulls of frenchfries and ate them.

Pig God eyed Snorlax with a small hint of determination “He’s kinda like me,” Pig God said before resuming.

Plates piled higher. Stomachs stretched. The ultimate eating contest was on—and only the strongest will would survive.

The Glutton Bowl raged on, the sounds of chomping, slurping, and clattering plates forming a bizarre symphony of sheer indulgence. Already an hour had passed, and the competitors showed no signs of slowing down.

“I’m in heaven! Gluttonous heaven! More!” Sasha cried, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

“Heh! This ain’t nothin’! More ribs!” Hangry barked, tearing through the ribs almost as fast as they came to him.

“GOOOO, HANGRY!” Penny the Chicken cheered.

“Win this or else, Hangry! I’ve got bets riding on you!” Lucky the Rabbit added.

“Not a problem!” Hangry said, chomping on his eighty-eighth rib. “I prefer mortal ribs, but pork works too.”

“Isn’t that… like cannibalism?” Shaggy asked, nervously biting into a burger.

“Shut up! I’m eating here!” Hangry barked, startling the mystery solver and making him jump.

CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP went Homer as he shoved a bunch of chips into his pie hole followed by a cake slice and then more donuts.

Po threw a dozen bean cakes and a soup into the air and caught each one with his mouth… before the soup landed on his face.

Goku wiped his mouth with his wrist, a mountain of empty plates stacked behind him. “Man, this is just like training! More food! More power!”

“Training?” Wario cackled, his face smeared with grease. “You call this training? I call this living!” He shoved an entire ham into his mouth in a single gulp.

“I call this breakfast! Bring me more cake! And don’t you dare forget the candy toppings!” Big Mom barked.

“Buu call this too little! Need more!” Majin Buu said. Seeing Kirby inhale mountains of food, he decided he needed to “power up” too. He stretched, flexed, and flared his power… causing his booth to explode. Splinters flew, cakes tumbled, and pastries ricocheted into the air. Buu bounced happily on top of the wreckage.

“Buu destroyed his booth! He is therefore disqualified!” the announcer bellowed, trying not to laugh nervously as he stumbled back from the debris.

Nearby, Hangry paused mid-rib, Diane blinked mid-bite, and Big Mom stared in bemused shock.

“Well, darn… maybe I shouldn’t power up either,” Goku muttered.

“Me still hungry!” Buu called cheerfully from the rubble as Hercule gently escorted him out, muttering under his breath.

“First eliminated… Alright, Buu, calm down. We’ll get you more food back at home,” Hercule sighed exasperatedly.

“Whoohoo!” Buu cheered.

Meanwhile, Kirby had become a terrifying force of nature. His endless vacuum-like inhaling pulled food straight off the conveyor belt, the plates spinning wildly as they were sucked into the pink puffball’s endless void. The other contestants started giving him some serious side-eye.

“Okay, that’s not even fair,” Garfield grumbled, slowly working through a tray of lasagna. “What’s next? A black hole joins the competition?”

“Shut it, furball!” Choji snapped between mouthfuls of barbecue. “Some of us are trying to focus!” His expansion jutsu had made room for his increasing size — his stomach seemed to grow with every bite.

Diane spotted her friends cheering from the crowd and gave them a confident nod. She scooped up fistfuls of food, shoving them into her mouth with ease.

“Nobody outeats me! That’s gonna stay true!” she declared, her eyes blazing with determination as she continued her feast.

Homer reached forward and used his arms to pull in all the food he could grab.

Meanwhile Zomom was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“I need moooore!” Zomom groaned, his eyes wild as he snatched yet another sandwich off the conveyor belt.

“You gonna eat anything besides sandwiches?” Matter-Eater Lad asked dryly, casually chewing through a car tire like it was a donut.

“Maybe I eat you!” Zomom snapped, getting up and nearly breaking the booth in his excitement. He looked ready to lunge—until a voice from the stands rang out.

“Stay in the booth, you idiot!” Zazz shouted, waving his arms. “Are you trying to get disqualified? Get back to eating!”

“Oh yeah!” Zomom blinked, remembering the rules. He dropped back into his seat and resumed devouring sandwiches like nothing had happened.

“Gooo Coop! Win this for the prize money!” Jamie shouted from the stands, pumping his fists.

“This is somehow worse than the hot dog eating contest…” Kiva muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, ain't it cool?” Jamie grinned.

Meanwhile, inside the competition, the chaos only escalated.

Homer downed a beer before chasing it with a burger as big as his head.

King Hippo scooped whole armfuls of food up to himself and began chomping through it.

“Perhaps you Midgardians should learn from Asgard!” Volstagg bellowed, tossing a finished roast boar leg over his shoulder. “A true warrior eats with his heart, his soul, and his stomach!”

“Maybe you should all learn to pace yourselves,” Toriko said coolly, though his hands never stopped moving. His Gourmet Cells pulsed with energy, fueling his superhuman appetite.

“Never!” Sasha grabbed a steak and ate through it like a woman dying of hunger.

“Agreed!” Homer did the same.

“Pace myself? Ha!” Luffy laughed, his mouth stretching to impossible widths as he shoveled food in with both hands. “I’m gonna be King of the Gluttons!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Coop shouted, jamming a bacon-chicken-and-pizza-stuffed burger into his mouth.

“Hah! King of gluttons? I’LL BE THE GOD OF GLUTTONS!” Blob declared.

“Oh yeah! I'll be the….uh… whats higher than a god?” Homer asked.

“King? God? Titles don’t matter,” Toriko said calmly between devouring entire racks of meat. “It’s about the hunt, the taste, the satisfaction.”

“Titles matter plenty!” Blob barked, bits of food spraying. “And I’ll wear mine on a golden belt—stretched to my size!”

“Hah! I can handle this!” Diane said, plucking a giant turkey off the belt. She devoured it in just a few bites, as casually as if she were eating a cookie, a determined grin on her face.

“Yikes, like, can I just get through the appetizer first?” Shaggy groaned, scarfing down a mountain of spaghetti.

“Appetizer? That’s dessert!” Chowder squeaked indignantly, his cheeks puffed full of pie.

Big Mom’s laughter thundered through the hall as she grabbed an entire table. “Children, you squabble like crumbs. The Glutton Bowl belongs to me!”

Pig God calmly grabbed eighteen burgers and devoured them all in a single gulp.

Shaggy watched in horror. “Like, zoinks, man… I thought I was a big eater, but this is nuts!” Still, he kept working through his mountain of Scooby Snacks and burgers.

"Fools," Gluttony snarled, his monstrous jaw stretching wide as he swallowed an entire table’s worth of food in one gulp.

In the crowd, Lust and Envy watched with smug satisfaction.

"Eating is Gluttony’s purpose. If he loses, I’ll be shocked," Envy said.

"Indeed," Lust agreed.

Meanwhile, Matter-Eater Lad noticed that the chef’s attention had drifted away from loading his "food" onto the conveyor.

"Hey, share the food!" Matter-Eater Lad complained, gnawing impatiently on the metal conveyor belt. "I need variety!"

"Please refrain from eating the belt!" the announcer called out, exasperatedly.

Po grabbed an armful of dumplings, noodles, and buns, stuffing them in gleefully. “Oh man! This is heaven—Dragon Warrior heaven!”

CHOMP! Big Mom devoured an entire pie in one bite. “Heh! You’re not gonna beat me, Straw Hat! Give up while you still can!” she laughed, glaring at Luffy.

“Not a chance, lady!” Luffy fired back, cheeks bulging with food.

As the hours dragged on, competitors showed no sign of faltering. Snorlax had fallen half asleep mid-bite, his gentle snoring filling the air as he ate. Chowder’s eyes glazed over, his face buried in a mountain of half-eaten donuts eating with just his mouth. Garfield had finally pushed his luck with one too many lasagnas and slumped back in his chair for five seconds to quickly digest.

But the others kept going. The mountain of empty plates grew higher, the tension rising along with their ever-expanding appetites. Who would break first? And who had the stomach of a champion?

The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the eating contest raged on. Plates piled higher and higher as the competitors kept shoveling food into their mouths with impossible speed and enthusiasm. It was a true battle of gluttony — and some of the greatest eaters in all of fiction were starting to show signs of struggle.

“Whoo! This is a lot of food,” Luffy said with a grin, tearing into a massive steak with his bare hands, completely ignoring the utensils.

“Hey! Speed it up! Hangry needs his ribs! And bring me more barbecue sauce—my barbecue sauce, not that bootleg store-bought stuff!” Hangry barked at the chefs, snorting with impatience as he pawed at the conveyor.

Chowder’s face was practically buried in a mountain of food. “I… don’t know how much more I can—” he paused mid-sentence to inhale an entire pie in one gulp. “—take!”

“You’re slowing down, kid!” Wario cackled, wiping his greasy hands on his overalls before diving face-first into a towering stack of burgers.

Sasha looked like she’d eaten far too fast, but she didn’t regret a bite. “I’ve never been this full before… and I love it!” she said, practically bouncing in excitement.

Homer sighed happily patting his stomach and burping as he chewed on a Ribwich.

“This is fun! If Marge was here right now-”

“I am here Homer!” Marge called from the stands.

“I can almost hear her voice,” Homer said wistfully

“This one’s a special move I call the Heart Annihilator!” Coop announced, grabbing a mess of greasy food and squishing it into a dripping, monstrous ball of calories. He bit into it like it was nothing.

“You sure it’s not called the Heart Stopper?” Garfield quipped, eyeing Coop’s creation with disgust.

Across the floor, Luffy and Goku were locked in a fierce rivalry, their hands and mouths moving in a blur as they devoured dish after dish. Plates clattered and piled up around them like precarious skyscrapers of porcelain.

“Omnomnomnom… Can I have more?” Zomom asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming as the conveyor belt sped up, sandwiches now arriving two or three at a time, some haphazardly stacked on top of each other.

Pig God had simply opened his mouth widely and is letting the conveyor belt push the food into his mouth before swallowing it all in one bite.

“Sheesh… are they even tasting it?” Po asked, looking unsettled.

“You’re not gonna beat me, Goku!” Luffy declared between mouthfuls.

“Oh yeah?” Goku grinned, barely slowing down. “We’ll see about that!”

Burp! Pig God let out a massive belch before going back to his feast. Sasha, somehow louder, followed suit after chugging an entire small barrel of drink, a triumphant grin on her face.

Big Mom growled at Luffy’s persistence and grabbed two whole cakes and shoved them both into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Kirby sat quietly — deceptively quietly — his little pink form expanding ever so slightly with each perfectly paced inhale. He didn’t chew, he didn’t savor — he just absorbed.

Diane received cakes almost as big as the ones rolling up to Charlotte Linlin, she unhestiatingly took handfuls, knowing cutlery might slow her down here.

Snorlax, still half-asleep, casually scooped food into his mouth with one paw, eyes closed and perfectly calm. Somehow, the enormous pile of empty plates next to him continued to grow.

On the other hand, Garfield was starting to regret his life choices. “Whew! I never thought I’d say this… but I think I’m getting… full.” He slumped back in his chair, groaning.

“Ha! Amateur,” Matter-Eater Lad jeered, crunching through what looked suspiciously like another metal serving tray.

“Is he eating metal?” Coop asked, bewildered, as he tore into another fully loaded pizza.

“Not food!” Shaggy yelped in horror. “That’s not food, man!”

“It is to me,” Matter-Eater Lad said with a shrug, taking another metallic bite.

“Thats nothing special! I can do that too!” Homer said completely sure, he bites a tray and winces as it hurt “YEOW! No I can’t…”

“Not the brightest is he?” Wario muttered.

“More!” Volstagg bellowed, pounding the table as more dishes were heaped before him.

Toriko, meanwhile, was in a class of his own. The Gourmet Hunter’s eyes gleamed with laser focus as he devoured dish after dish with surgical precision and monstrous speed. “This is nothing compared to the Food Wars I’ve survived!”

“Food… wars?” Choji blinked, intrigued, even as his Akimichi Expansion Jutsu kept his body swelling to match his ever-growing intake.

Gluttony, true to his name, showed no signs of slowing down—but frustration clouded his monstrous face. “Why… am I… still not FULL?!” he howled, slamming his fists down before shoveling another table’s worth of food into his gaping maw.

Chowder had abandoned his chair entirely and was now crawling along the conveyor belt, gobbling up every dish from his homeworld in a single bite. When he spotted a tray of thrice cream, his eyes sparkled.

"I'm in heaven!" he moaned, despite the obvious strain on his ballooning belly.

"Go, Chowder! Kick it into high gear!" Mung Daal shouted from the sidelines, shaking a pair of pom-poms.

"Rada rada!" Schnitzel cheered in support.

"No thrice cream for a month if you lose!" Truffles barked to motivate him.

"No thrice cream!? Okay!" Chowder cried, before shoving entire bowls of his favorite dessert into his mouth.

As the contest stretched into its fourth round, the pace showed no signs of slowing. Plates vanished at breakneck speed, the conveyor belts groaning as they struggled to keep up with the titanic appetites of the competitors.

“CROQUEMBOUCHE!!” Big Mom roared, sending the kitchen staff scrambling to deliver her next craving before she flew into a sugar-starved rampage.

“I’m running out of ribs over here!” Hangry barked, pounding his hand on the table repeatedly, much to the chefs’ growing exasperation.

Goku wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes shining with renewed determination. “Alright… let’s kick this up a notch!” He grabbed an entire roasted boar and inhaled it in one bite.

“Show-off,” Luffy mumbled through a mouthful of meat dumplings, his rubbery cheeks puffed out like balloons.

“Eh, it’s not that impressive,” Toriko remarked, swallowing a whole roast chicken and flexing his muscles. “Real pros savor the flavor and go for speed.”

Po was in his own food-fueled trance, shoveling down several takeout boxes of kung pao chicken without missing a beat.

Sasha was devouring a pie she’d been dreaming of trying, tears streaming down her face as she shoveled bite after bite into her mouth. “This is the best feast EVER!” she cheered, her excitement nearly overflowing.

“Mmm! I love this! Best day ever!” Diane exclaimed, eyes widening as she discovered a chocolate croissant the size of an elephant. She grabbed it eagerly, grinning as she took a bite.

King Hippo let out a thunderous burp before tearing into an entire ham like it was an apple.

“Slow down there, big guy, you’re gonna choke,” Matter-Eater Lady warned, eyeing him cautiously.

“Roooar!” King Hippo bellowed, spraying crumbs in every direction.

“…Did anyone understand that?” Matter-Eater Lad asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Homer sighed contentedly as he held her tummy and he ate another pie slice “Im not giving up yet!”

Meanwhile, Garfield leaned back in his chair, lazily munching on a lasagna with the content air of someone on a beach vacation. “I’m in no rush. Good eating takes patience.”

“Patience is for people who can’t eat fast!” Chowder shouted between stuffing pastries into his mouth, his cheeks puffing dangerously with each bite.

“Bring me another sandwich! One so long it’ll… Just bring me a bigger sandwich, I’m starving!” Zomom moaned, his enthusiasm dulled by a stomach that refused to quit.

Kirby wasn’t even bothering with his hands anymore — his vacuum-like mouth had become a nonstop food-consuming vortex. The pile of empty plates beside him was quickly reaching mountain range status.

“What is he?” Big Mom muttered to herself, watching the tiny pink puffball devour dish after dish without so much as a hiccup. “He’s not even full?!”

On the other side of the table, Po spotted the barbeque rolling his way and grinned. “Time to get serious!” he declared, diving into ribs and brisket like a kung fu tornado.

Choji, not to be outdone, activated his Human Boulder technique and rolled himself closer to another stretch of conveyor belt. “No way am I letting you guys out-eat me!” he shouted, chomping mid-roll.

“You’ll be lucky to get close to me!” Matter Eater Lad chuckled as he munched on a golf club.

“You guys are slowing down. I can feel it,” Po said, grinning as he shoveled more barbecue into his mouth, trying to psych them out.

“HA!” Wario barked, slamming his fist on the table before ripping into a turkey leg with greasy glee. “I’ll eat you all under the table—then I’ll eat the table!”

“Pah! I’ll eat you, the table, and the entire feast hall!” Volstagg roared, tearing into a rack of lamb like a berserker. “An Asgardian appetite knows no equal!”

Blob smirked, cheeks bulging. “Cute. I’ll eat all that—then I’ll eat you guys for dessert!”

“Leave the meat for me!” Hangry partook in the declarations of intestinal fortitude.

“Hey! If this Philly cheesesteak isn’t dripping grease, it ain’t going in my mouth,” Coop said, swiping bacon off the belt and popping open a bag of chips like it was an appetizer.

Somehow, Snorlax was still going strong — silent, serene, and terrifyingly consistent. He consumed plate after plate with mechanical rhythm, a culinary glacier moving forward one dish at a time.

Next to him, Shaggy was starting to falter. His face pale and eyes glassy, he clutched his stomach. “Like… I think my stomach’s starting to get full, Scoob…”

“You got this shraggy!” Scooby cheered him on from the stands.

Still unfazed, Matter-Eater Lad calmly crunched through an entire sledgehammer, then reached for a nearby metal pole. He glanced around with a bemused smile. “You guys are adorable.”

Gluttony’s eyes narrowed, glowing with insatiable hunger. “You don’t know what real appetite is,” he snarled, snapping his jaws around a full rack of ribs with primal fury.

Then Pig God — quiet, composed, and deadly — grabbed a whole roasted alligator, unhinged his jaw, and devoured it in one gulp. He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin and reached for more.

Coop actually paused mid-bite, staring in disbelief. “Whoa…”

“Was that a gator?!” Shaggy said having noticed that out of the corner of his eye.

“I can do that too!” Blob said picking up a fully roasted pig and shoving it in his mouth.

The remaining competitors glanced at each other, their resolve hardening. The feast was far from over.

The eating contest raged on, and the sheer amount of food being devoured was starting to defy the laws of physics.

Luffy’s rubbery body stretched and bulged as he vacuumed entire platters of meat into his mouth. “More! More!” he cried between bites, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

Po had stopped caring about manners entirely, eating like a total slob just to keep up his momentum.

Sasha finally looked like she was reaching her limit, but she refused to stop. She waited until the pile of food was stacked high, then dove straight in, burying herself in the feast.

Goku grinned, shoveling rice and dumplings into his mouth at lightning speed. “You’re pretty good, Luffy! But I won’t lose this!” he said before grabbing an entire roasted pig and swallowing it whole.

“I’m not losing to you! Or Big Mom!” Luffy shouted through a mouthful of noodles.

“Hahaha! You’re only prolonging the inevitable little man!” Big Mom cackled as she poured an entire plate of cream puffs into her mouth like they were popcorn.

Kirby, undeterred by the escalating frenzy, calmly inhaled an entire table of desserts in a single breath. Somewhere, a black hole probably felt upstaged.

Meanwhile, Chowder was buried under a mountain of food, only his little arms flailing above the surface as he munched his way out. “I regret nothing!” his muffled voice cried.

“Me neither!” Homer said.

“Neither do I,” Coop muttered, equally muffled as he worked through a stack of deep-fried snacks.

“NOMOMNOM!” Hangry squealed, tearing through rack after rack of ribs, the bones piling up on the floor.

“Can you eat any louder?” Diane muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Hmmph! Don’t make me eat you next, lady!” Hangry snorted, snapping a rib in half.

“Fun fact—pork is my favorite. Go ahead and try,” she shot back with a grin.

“Hangry! Eyes on the timer!” Lucky shouted, and Hangry glanced just in time to see he had two seconds left.

“Crap!” He quickly shoved another rib into his mouth, swallowing it whole, and his timer reset. “Whew.”

“Can Hangry really pull this off?” Penny asked, her beak twitching with excitement.

“I once saw Hangry outeat seven Murder Monkeys—he’s got this,” Lucky replied confidently.

Pig God remained unfazed by the banter, effortlessly swallowing whole roasted cows and pigs as they rolled down the conveyor belt toward him.

Zomom hadn’t slowed down — he was only getting faster.

"Hahaha! Nobody outeats Zomom!" Zazz cackled from the sidelines.

"Or is as much of a slob," Zeena added with a tired sigh.

Wario wolfed down an entire turkey without even chewing, while Coop leaned down and devoured hot dogs drenched in melted butter straight off the belt, and King Hippo had moved onto fired fish platters he was emptying at an alarming rate.

Shaggy, somehow still in the game, had stacked sandwiches higher than his head. “Like, you guys are animals, man!” he said before taking a monster-sized bite of the sandwiches.

“Go shraggy!” Scooby called through the earpiece, bolstering him on.

Garfield yawned, leaning back in his chair while idly scarfing down lasagna. “Wake me when the real competition starts.”

Matter-Eater Lad gnawed through his pile of iron skillets, various tools, forks and plates. “You know, guys, you’re missing out on the utensils. Great texture.”

Wario was a greasy blur of teeth and laughter. “Wahaha! No one eats like Wario!” he bellowed, stuffing garlic and burgers into his face.

“Watch me!” Po shouted, shoving some chow mein into his pie hole.

Snorlax had barely moved, yet his conveyor belt was emptying at an alarming rate. A slow, steady eating machine.

Choji activated his Expansion Jutsu, his enlarged hands sweeping entire trays of chips and barbecue into his maw. “No one out-eats the Akimichi clan!”

Toriko’s gourmet cells flared to life, his muscles swelling as he savored each dish with intensity. “Every bite is a masterpiece!”

“Agreed! I could die tomorrow and still be completely happy after all this!” Sasha cheered, her stomach bulging but her grin stretching wider than ever.

“Good to see some spirit in this competition!” Diane said, scooping up fistfuls of food and eating with careful precision. Her eyes gleamed when she spotted a massive steamed pork roast rolling her way, and she grabbed it eagerly, a determined grin spreading across her face.

Meanwhile, Gluttony switched tactics. His jaw unhinged, and the mouth on his stomach opened wide, swallowing entire tables of food in a single gulp.

“I’m still hungry!” he roared, the sound echoing through the arena.

Several contestants froze, staring at the bizarre display.

“Uuhhh… do humans normally have stomach mouths?” Po asked warily, ducking slightly.

“I’m sure we, like… don’t,” Shaggy added, voice trembling as Gluttony shoved several trays into the extra mouth.

“Asgardians do not!” Volstagg declared proudly. “But if I had one, I’d surely put it to glorious use!”

Blob paused, scratching his chin. “Is he an X-Man or something?”

“Can we hurry the belt up a little, i’m starving…” Pig God said as he ate soup bowl number sixty, unbothered by Gluttony’s morbid display, he’s seen worse.

The crowd was going wild as the contestants showed no signs of stopping. But soon enough, signs of struggle began to show…

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The crowd’s roar grew even louder as the contest continued. Plates piled up like mountains, and the competitors showed no signs of slowing down — well, most of them.

Chowder leaned back in his seat, his face turning an unsettling shade of green as his huge, bloated stomach bulged and rumbled.

He ate fast… too eagerly, now he's paying for it.

"I don't... feel so good... I—" he groaned, before collapsing face-first onto the table.

Ten seconds passed. Chowder didn't eat another bite.

A buzzer sounded.

"CHOWDER IS OUT!" the announcer declared.

"Nooo!" Mung and Truffles cried in unison — Mung even hurled his pom-poms to the ground in despair.

Schnitzel, meanwhile, just let out a weary sigh and facepalmed.

“Finally,” Garfield muttered. “Kid was making me nauseous just looking at him.”

“One more down!” Blob laughed.

A medic checked him; Chowder was in a food coma.

“Now things are getting serious…” Pig God mumbled as he was working his way through his eighth pizza.

“Bahaha! A mere mortal’s stomach could never withstand a feast like this!” Volstagg roared, slapping his vast belly. “This tis but a warm-up! Bring forth the roast boars and barrels of mead!”

“So much food… Worth it,” Homer muttered as he ate more donuts.

The crowd roared as the next eliminations approached. The question was — who would drop out next?

Meanwhile, Matter-Eater Lad remained disturbingly calm, chomping down on an entire toolkit, starting with a wrench without even flinching. “You guys are focused on food? There’s so much more flavor in metal objects.” He said before waving at the announcer. “Hey, can I get a fighter jet in here? I’m looking to up my intake,”

“No,” the announcer said flatly.

Hangry continued shoveling ribs into his mouth, ignoring everything else as if no other food existed.

“Oh, this is the best day of my life! Give me more!” he shouted, his words punctuated by eager oinks and squeals.

Goku wiped his mouth, stacking his 30th empty bowl. “I gotta admit — I’m impressed. But you’re gonna need more than that to beat me Toriko!”

Toriko grinned, his muscles flexing as he bit into a whole roasted boar. “Oh, I’m just getting warmed up!”

“Same here!” Po said, his mouth full of rice.

“Me too!” Zomom as he was swallowing his 90th sandwich.

Luffy’s arms stretched across the table, snatching up dishes from the far end. “Me too!” he cheered through a mouthful of meat.

“Me… too!” Sasha said, forcing herself to keep going, but her joy and hunger still shone brightly, driving her onward.

Meanwhile Kirby, ever the wildcard, inhaled an entire table’s worth of food in one go. Plates and all.

“Hey!” Wario slammed his fist on the table. “That’s cheatin’!”

“Poyo,” Kirby responded innocently.

As the feast continued, Snorlax lazily grabbed food without even opening his eyes, somehow managing to keep pace. Choji activated his Expansion Jutsu to fit more food, his cheeks ballooning out like a chipmunk’s.

“SHAGGY!” the announcer suddenly called out. “Looks like our favorite mystery-solver is… slowing down?”

Shaggy clutched his stomach and spoke into the earpiece. “Like, I don’t think I can keep this up, Scoob… I think I’m about to burst…” And with that, Shaggy slumped over and tapped the table, signaling he was giving up.

“SHAGGY IS OUT!”

“Hahaha! That scrawny kid didn’t stand a chance!” Big Mom bellowed with laughter.

King Hippo and Hangry chuckled along, clearly in agreement.

“Hey now, keep it sporty,” Diane said, popping another slice of cake into her mouth with a small grin.

“Quiet you! We may be the same size, but I’m leagues above you!” Big Mom laughed, slapping the table in amusement.

“Just saying…” Diane muttered with a sigh, continuing to eat with determined precision.

A few minutes later, as if felled by Shaggy’s earlier defeat, Sasha finally pushed her luck with one too many steaks.

“I’ve never been so full… so happy… I can die knowing true fullness!” Sasha gasped, her cheeks stuffed, arms flopping dramatically as she toppled onto the pile of discarded plates.

“SASHA BLOUSE IS OUT!” the announcer roared, his voice booming over the cheering crowd as confetti and leftover scraps rained around her. Even in defeat, her grin stretched impossibly wide—she had truly eaten like a champion.

And, believe it or not, another contestant fell immediately after.

Homer

He had eaten his fill and drifted off to sleep mid-bite, his chair tilted back, and he toppled to the ground without stirring. 

“Mmmmm…. Donuts,” Homer mumbled in his sleep.

The timer dinged.

“Homer Simpson fell asleep? How? With all this noise… Uh, I mean, HOMER IS OUT!”

Marge facepalmed, muttering under her breath. Of course he would fall asleep in the middle of an eating contest. At least now she had an excuse to leave.

The competition was heating up. Who would fall next?

The crowd was on the edge of their seats as the competition continued. At this point, the conveyor belts were still fully loaded.

"Ugh... My stomach," Choji said before slapping himself. “NO! Don’t weaken!” Choji said before resuming.

"Rookie," Luffy teased between bites, his mouth stretching wide to inhale entire plates of meat.

“Mmmh… nice brine on this one,” Pig God said as he was eating entire turkey’s now.

“Every bite I take is a triumph, my friends! Every plate is a victory!” Volstagg declared, trying to bolster his fellow competitors as he dug in like a true trooper.

“Yeah, yeah—either eat or be eaten! That’s the jungle law or somethin’,” Hangry muttered, grabbing another rack of ribs. His stomach was a little more distended than usual, and he hesitated just slightly before taking the next bite, but the manic gleam of pure rib-obsessed glee never left his eyes.

Toriko glanced at the dwindling field. "This is where it gets serious," he said, eyes glinting with excitement. "Let’s see who has the true gourmet cells!"

Meanwhile, Kirby hadn’t slowed down at all. His endless vacuum of a mouth continued to consume food at an alarming rate.

“How can someone not even half my size eat that much and not even slow down?” Po said, unsettled. He was feeling the heat, but he wasn’t about to give up the title he was shooting for: the greatest glutton.

"This isn’t even fair," Wario grumbled. "He’s not even chewing!"

"Chewing’s for amateurs," Choji said through a mouthful of barbecue, his Expansion Jutsu making room for more food.

Coop was busy stuffing a turkey with any food that rolled up to him and after inserting the onion rings he tore into the meat.

“Did that guy fall asleep? Is that, like… a rule or somethin’?” Blob asked, glancing toward Snorlax, who was sleep-eating with effortless calm.

Garfield’s eyes followed, narrowing with approval. The Pokémon was somehow still managing to eat while looking half-asleep. “You’ve got the right idea,” the cat muttered, lifting a lazy paw to snag another lasagna.

But not everyone was keeping up. Matter-Eater Lad’s pace had not slowed down, but he did eye Kirby and Gluttony warily, he could sense something that the others couldn’t…. And even if he couldn’t get full, something told him they weren't normal either.

As Matter Eater Lad began chewing through a metal chain Chowder was being tended too by people with a stretcher.

"Pathetic," Gluttony said gleefully. "More for me!"

The competition continued, plates disappeared faster than they could be replaced, and still, the true gluttons remained.

"I’m just getting warmed up!" Goku announced, stacking plates higher than his head.

"Me too!" Luffy grinned.

“More!” Zomom growled.

“Mmhmm,” Pig God mumbled as he moved back onto a humongous steak.

But even with their legendary appetites, one thing was clear: only the strongest stomach would survive this clash of titans.

The competition was nearing its breaking point. The endless conveyor belt of food kept rolling, but the pace was slowing for some of the contestants. Plates piled up, stomachs swelled, and the once-lively banter had turned into groans of effort.

Goku wiped his brow, his Saiyan appetite still driving him forward. "Man, I didn’t think eating could be this much work," he said between bites of an entire roast chicken.

"You’re slowing down, Goku!" Luffy taunted, slurping down a mountain of noodles in one go. "I’m just getting started!"

“Don’t count me out just yet!” Goku said with gusto.

“Whew… I’m feeling the heat a little,” Diane said honestly, but she still dug through the endless giant cuts of pork.

Meanwhile some medics came by with Chowder on a stretcher “Uuuugh, I think I ate too much…” Chowder said as they finally managed to cart the purple kid out of there, as Truffles followed looking disappointed Chowder was the first out.

"You sure did, kid," Wario sneered, stuffing his face with garlic bread. "This contest’s for the big eaters! You're out of your league!"

Po had a brief coughing fit as he swallowed too early.

"Some down, plenty more to go," Garfield muttered, lazily munching on lasagna. "Wake me up when it’s over."

Toriko was still going strong, his Gourmet Cells keeping him energized. "This is nothing! I’ve had banquets bigger than this in the Gourmet World!"

"You mortals will fall before my hunger," Gluttony growled, his monstrous appetite still in full force.

“Heh, keep dreaming,” Matter Eater Lad said.

Big Mom and Luffy were locked in a high-speed eating duel, seated across from each other as the conveyor belts worked overtime to keep up. Big Mom devoured tower after tower of sweets — cream puffs, éclairs, candy apples, entire wedding cakes — her hands a blur as she shoveled sugar into her gaping maw.

"You’ll never beat me, Straw Hat! This is my element!" she bellowed, her mouth full of caramel.

Luffy, unfazed, stuffed piece after piece of meat into his gullet with wild abandon — ribs, steaks, turkeys, even a whole meat pie in one bite.

“Sweets are fine, but meat is life!” he shouted back, his cheeks puffed out like balloons. Grease dripped from his chin, while frosting smeared across Big Mom’s face like war paint. Plates clattered, crumbs flew, and the table between them became a battlefield of bones and wrappers.

"Don’t choke on your sugar rush, Granny!" Luffy teased.

"Watch your mouth, brat, or I’ll eat you next!" she snapped, licking icing from her fingers as another mountain of donuts arrived.

As the competition continued, the crowd cheered louder, knowing the real battle was only just beginning.

The competition roared on with only the best contestants remaining. Plates piled higher, the conveyor belts groaned under the weight of endless food, and the crowd’s excitement only grew.

Matter Eater Lad managed to convince The Announcer to send him the fighter jet in pieces and he was chewing on a plane wing.

Hangry’s feet were buried in a mountain of rib bones, the floor slick with nearly a foot of spilled barbecue sauce. He paused for a moment, gasping to catch his breath.

“Ugh… never ate this many ribs before… NO! I ain’t gonna be outeaten by mortals!” Hangry roared, snatching up another rack of ribs.

“No way… Hangry’s struggling!?” Penny clucked worriedly.

“Hangry! Need I remind you I’ve got bets riding on you!” Lucky warned, his tone leaving no doubt about the consequences of failure.

“I’m on it, I’m on it!” Hangry squealed, diving back into the pile with renewed determination.

Goku wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his Saiyan appetite still burning strong. “Man, this is getting good! But I think it’s time I really start pushing myself!” He grabbed a whole turkey and devoured it in three bites.

Luffy grinned through a mouthful of meat. “Don’t think I’m gonna let you win that easily, Goku!” His rubbery arms stretched out, grabbing an entire roast pig and pulling it to his plate.

Toriko’s eyes glinted with competitive fire. “You guys haven’t seen anything yet!” He unleashed his Gourmet Cells, his muscles bulging as he tore through a mountain of exotic dishes, flavors exploding in his mouth.

“Muscles and magic can only get so far against a Bismollian,” Matter-Eater Lad said, finishing a chicken wing before moving on to chew through an engine.

“A giant’s hunger knows no equal!” Diane muttered to herself, psyching herself up for the next round.

“You can do it, Diane!” Meliodas called, cheering her on.

“She’s up against some heavy hitters…” Escanor murmured, narrowing his eyes. He could tell the competition was no joke.

King Hippo glanced around, admittedly intimidated. His stomach ached, but he forced himself forward, diving into a pizza to keep pace.

Coop panted, shoving fistfuls of chips into his mouth as crumbs flew in all directions. He could usually eat for hours, but this ten-second rule was brutal—no time to breathe, no time to pace himself. His usual strategy of sheer endurance was failing. Now all he could do was hork down whatever he could reach. Even his legendary gut was starting to falter. His face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, and his chewing slowed, ever so slightly.

"I can’t believe it! Is Coop actually getting full?!" Jamie cried out, his voice a mix of disbelief and mounting panic.

"He’s still human, compared to the rest of these competitors," Kiva observed.

Per Pig God’s request, he was now horking down a seemingly endless sandwich still emerging from the conveyor belt.

Was he even chewing it?...

Wario belched loudly, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “Wahaha! You punks think you can out-eat the great Wario? Keep dreaming!” He crammed fistfuls of garlic-laden food into his mouth.

“Dude, all that garlic is going to mess you up,” Po said.

“Mind your own beeswax!” Wario sneered.

“Just sayin’,” Po said.

Big Mom wasn’t holding back now, she was targeting full cakes now, devouring without slowing.

Gluttony’s endless hunger kept him going, his disturbing ability allowing him to swallow entire trays whole. Plates vanished into the black void of his stomach as he ate without pause.

Snorlax remained calm and methodical, his pace steady but unstoppable. Plates disappeared into his massive frame with every slow, deliberate bite.

Kirby bounced happily, inhaling whole dishes in a single gulp. The conveyor belt in front of him was practically clear as he vacuumed up everything in sight.

Choji activated his Expansion Jutsu again to handle even more food, his hands moving faster than the eye could follow as he stuffed his face.

Matter Eater Lad was eating faster but when he glanced at Kirby and Gluttony he paused.

“Their appetite… it’s not normal…” Matter Eater Lad said.

Garfield, despite his usual laziness, was surprisingly committed. “This is the greatest day of my life,” he mumbled around a mouthful of lasagna.

Suddenly, Garfield slowed. His eyes widened as his stomach made an ominous gurgling sound. “Uh oh…” He tried to take another bite but groaned and leaned back. “I’m done… tell Jon I went out happy…” Garfield said, rubbing his full stomach.

“Garfeild is out!” The announcer called.

The crowd cheered as Garfield tapped out, the number of competitors again narrowing.

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The competition raged on, and the field was narrowing fast. With Chowder, Shaggy, and Garfield already out of the running, the remaining eaters knew this was no time to slow down.

Blob stacked a sandwich rapidly with random foods and then tore into it.

Wario laughed as he ate garlic laden food right off the belt.

Toriko kept his pace steady and determined, his Gourmet Cells working overtime to process the endless flow of food. Next to him, Goku grinned between massive bites, his Saiyan metabolism showing no signs of slowing.

Blobs stomach was rumbling but he knew he had plenty of room, he plowed into another pie “You wimps can’t win! I’m the immovable Blob!”

Volstagg shamelessly devoured bite after bite of meat, and chased it quickly with mead.

“MORE! I am not even NEAR satiated!” Volstagg bellowed with a hearty laugh, slamming his goblet down as more food piled in front of him. There was a slight wobble to his voice—clearly, the Asgardian was getting a little drunk.

“That guy is an animal… and that’s coming from an actual animal,” Po muttered, shaking his head as he slurped down a massive bowl of soup.

“Heh! These guys are tough!” Zomom declared with a smug grin. “Even if their stomachs are weaker than mine!”

“Watch it, tubby!” Wario snapped, glaring at him.

“What did you say!?” Zomom growled, standing halfway up with a mouthful of sandwich.

“Stay focused!” Master Zik barked from the stands, his tone sharp.

Zomom flinched, then plopped back down with a pout. “Oh… okay…” he muttered, cheeks full.

"You’re good, Toriko," Goku said through a mouthful of roasted meat. "But I’ve had training meals far bigger than this."

Toriko’s eyes gleamed. "Then let’s see who’s still standing when this feast is over!"

Pig God was still horking down the endless sandwich, biting long enough to gulp an entire tub of soda before resuming his monstrous feast.

Hangry watched Pig God's pace and felt a flicker of intimidation.

“He can’t be a mortal… not with that kind of appetite,” Hangry muttered, uncertainty creeping into his voice as he glanced at the towering pile of food.

Meanwhile, Kirby continued inhaling everything in sight like a pink vacuum cleaner. The conveyor belt sped up, but it made no difference—food simply disappeared into the star warrior’s endless gullet.

Luffy stretched his arm across the table, snatching entire plates at once. "Meat! More meat!" he cheered, his face alight with joy. The amount he’d eaten would’ve fed a small nation, but there was no slowing the future Pirate King.

“That boy has the right idea!” Volstagg chortled as he bit directly into the side of his ninth roasted boar.

Snorlax munched calmly, eyes half-closed, but his stomach showed no sign of stopping. Despite his laid-back demeanor, his sheer capacity was terrifying.

Wario, determined not to be outdone, stuffed his face greedily. "Wahaha! I’ll eat all this food and take the prize money!" he declared, though his sweat and increasingly slower chewing betrayed his limits approaching.

King Hippo was starting to sweat. How are these people not tapping out by now?!

Po looked woozy, wobbling slightly. “Seriously… how are you guys not full yet?!” He snatched an armful of bean buns anyway and shoved them into his mouth.

Gluttony, however, remained unfazed. His inhuman hunger was relentless, his monstrous form devouring entire tables’ worth of dishes without pause.

Diane was shoving cake slice after cake slice into her mouth.

“Hah… hah… I still got this! I’m the king when it comes to eating!” Coop panted, grabbing handfuls of butter-smeared hotdogs even as his stomach screamed in protest. His gut felt ready to burst—but he wouldn’t back down. He was Coop, the eating champion, the gluttonous king of his own universe!

But as the hotdogs piled higher and higher, his body began to betray him. Sweat drenched his forehead, and his face contorted with every chew. His gut groaned louder than a freight train, and every bite felt like a cruel joke. Still, he gritted his teeth.

"I’m not tapping out… I’m not tapping out..." he muttered to himself, his hands shaking as he shoved more food into his mouth.

Choji activated his Partial Expansion Jutsu, his hands now massive enough to grab entire serving trays. "I won’t lose!" he declared, scarfing down bowl after bowl.

The crowd roared, the tension rising as the contestants pushed their limits. How much longer could they last

The competition had reached a fever pitch. Only the most ravenous and resilient eaters remained, and the tension was as thick as the mashed potatoes Kirby had just inhaled.

Goku wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. "You guys aren't slowing down yet, are you?"

“Hah!” Luffy cackled, his rubbery arms stretching across the table to snatch an entire roast turkey. “Not yet! This is just getting good!”

“Agreed! Speed up the conveyor—I’m starving!” Volstagg roared, slamming a fist on the table.

“I like this guy!” Luffy said with a grin, clearly impressed by the Asgardian’s bottomless appetite.

“Yeah! Speed it up! I’m starving!” Zomom shouted, pounding the table in agreement.

“Cook faster losers! I need more food!” Blob said.

“Ribs ribs ribs!” Hangry chanted, even as his stomach rumbled uneasily.

“Send some motor oil and nitrogen drinks my way,” Matter-Eater Lad called, as his conveyor belt began producing them. “I need something to wash this bag of nails down.”

Po blinked. “Dude, how is eating that stuff not killing you?” he asked, genuinely curious as he popped a dumpling into his mouth.

Matter-Eater Lad gave a shrug, unfazed. “Where I come from, this stuff isn’t deadly—it’s brunch.”

Toriko cracked his knuckles, his appetite showing no signs of slowing. "You amateurs have no idea what real hunger is."

Wario belched loudly, patting his stomach. "Wah! I'm still in this!" he declared, though his movements were getting slower.

Po panted as he struggled to eat more, he was wearing down, shoving meat bun after meat bun into his mouth.

As the mountain of food continued to shrink and replenish in equal measure, the final stretch approached. The ultimate battle of gluttony was far from over.

The remaining competitors eyed each other, the tension rising along with the towering plates of food still rolling toward them.

Wario wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his stomach visibly distended. “Hah! You wimps got nothin’ on me!” he cackled before shoving an entire roasted chicken into his mouth.

“Is that so?” Toriko raised an eyebrow, popping an entire five-tier cake into his mouth without breaking eye contact.

“Focus on the food, not the trash talk,” Luffy said, his cheeks already puffed out as he inhaled a mountain of sushi.

“Can’t we do both?” Goku grinned, demolishing a stack of burgers with lightning speed.

“You all think i’m going to quit?! This was a warm up until now! Now i’m getting serious!” Big Mom said.

Volstagg somehow handled an entire barrel of mead before plowing into some roasted geese and a roasted antelope.

Pig God finally finished the endless sandwich and was requesting another one while munching on a plate of pancakes.

“Wow, that guy’s a machine!” Goku said as he ate.

Snorlax, still half-asleep, lazily scooped an endless stream of food into his mouth without even looking. The sheer efficiency of his eating was both impressive and terrifying.

“Tch… this is getting ridiculous,” Matter Eater Lad said.

Kirby, inhaled a table’s worth of spaghetti, plates and all. “Poyo!” he said cheerfully, his appetite undeterred.

Choji, beads of sweat forming on his brow, slowed down just a bit. “I… I can’t let them beat me…” he muttered, summoning his resolve and grabbing an entire ham with both hands.

The competition was nearing its breaking point. The endless conveyor belt of food kept rolling, but the pace was slowing for some of the contestants.

Choji’s expansion jutsu was starting to wear off, and his breathing grew heavy. “I… won’t… lose…” he panted, stuffing barbecue into his mouth even as his hands started shaking.

“You’re lookin' a little green, pal!” Wario taunted between bites of a massive turkey leg. “Maybe you should quit before you pop!”

“Never!” Choji shouted, but his determination was short-lived. With one last heaving gulp, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward onto his empty plates, unconscious, his jutsu and willpower spent.

“CHOJI IS OUT!” the announcer bellowed as the crowd exploded with cheers.

The flying camera’s flew across the arena to keep an eye on the other contestants, Toriko’s focus hadn’t wavered. His eyes gleamed as his gourmet cells kept his energy high. “This is where the real competition starts,” he said, demolishing an entire roast chicken in seconds.

Meanwhile, Kirby showed no signs of slowing. He remained a pink, silent force of nature, inhaling entire tables' worth of food with a single gulp. The pile of empty plates beside him was starting to resemble a small mountain.

“Eating is a dash not a marathon…” Po said trying to steady his focus even as his stomach was hurting.

“Marathons are for quitters!” Luffy declared, his rubber arms stretching across the table to snatch up extra servings. “I’m gonna eat everything!”

“Not if I do first!” Blob growled as he tore into a stack of pork chops.

“You can try,” Goku said with a confident grin, tackling an entire side of beef with a determined gleam in his eye.

Diane panted, feeling the familiar aches signaling she was nearing her “almost full” limit, but she pushed on, refusing to slow her pace.

Coop groaned, his stomach twisting in protest as he forced down an ice cream cake. Pain throbbed in his gut, but he refused to quit—he couldn’t let himself be out-eaten.

Po, meanwhile, was locked in battle with a pile of meat buns. He managed to scarf down five more before his eyes widened and he gagged.

“I… I can’t believe it… I’m…” Po fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. “I can’t eat another bite… my unmatched stomach… has met its match…” He rose shakily to his feet and gave a solemn bow to the table, then to his fellow competitors. With his head hung low in shame, he stepped out of the booth and exited with dignity.

“PO HAS TAPPED OUT!” the announcer shouted.

Wario’s face, slick with grease, contorted into a mask of fierce, gluttonous determination. 

Across from him, Gluttony grew more frenzied, tearing through food with increasing madness.

But then—suddenly—Wario groaned. His chewing slowed. His hand gripped his stomach. His face turned an alarming shade of purple.

“No… I… I can’t lose…” Wario wheezed, snatching a clove of garlic. “I am… Wari… ugh…” He sputtered, then collapsed forward into his food with a massive belch. The garlic rolled from his limp fingers and hit the ground.

“WARIO IS OUT!”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

“For all his bluff, he falls short of an Asgardian’s hunger!” Volstagg declared proudly as he tore through a giant turkey leg, meat flying from his maw.

And as if toppled by Wario’s fall, Coop let out a sudden cry and clutched his gut. He swayed, staggered—then collapsed.

“Coop!” Kiva and Jamie shouted from the sidelines.

“Nngh… I’m… not…” Coop groaned, forcing himself back into his seat, panting heavily. With trembling hands, he grabbed a Philly cheesesteak dripping with grease and took a massive bite—only for his cheeks to puff out comically. He spun to the side, and to the horror of the audience, he projectile vomited onto the ground.

“I’m done…” Coop croaked, his voice weak. “I think I just threw up my pancreas…”

“COOP HAS TAPPED OUT!” the announcer bellowed.

“Unbelievable…” Jamie whispered, stunned. “I didn’t think he could lose…”

Every one of the contestants glanced at eachother and resumed.

The question on everyone’s mind: who would be the next to fall — and who would claim the title of Ultimate Devourer?

With Choji, Po, Coop, and Wario finally out of the running, the tension around the table thickened. Only sixteen contestants remained: Diane, Hangry, King Hippo, Toriko, Gluttony, Kirby, Goku, Matter Eater Lad, King Hippo, Pig God, Zomom, Big Mom, Snorlax, Volstagg, Blob, and Luffy — titans of appetite, each more determined than ever.

The next round began with an absolute onslaught of food. Platters of roasted beasts, towers of dumplings, and lakes of steaming ramen were set before the competitors. The crowd roared as everyone dug in with renewed vigor.

Another hour passed, and more contestants began to show signs of being overwhelmed.

King Hippo grunted, pain flickering across his face, but he forced another pancake into his mouth, growling in hard-to-understand noises as he demanded more.

“Seriously… does anyone understand this guy?” Matter-Eater Lad asked, chewing thoughtfully on a crowbar

Pig God finished mega sandwich number two and moved onto the full roasted boars, still with a bored look on his face.

Big Mom began to sweat, her massive frame trembling slightly under the strain. The sheer amount of sugar she had consumed would have killed a dozen ordinary people several times over—but she wasn’t ordinary. Her eyes burned with a manic hunger, frosting smeared across her cheeks as she shoved entire cakes and stacks of éclairs into her mouth. Her body trembled, not from weakness, but from the terrifying determination to keep going.

Blob was snatching food left and right with his bare hands, shoving mountains of meat, mountains of sweets, and every calorie-laden monstrosity in sight into his mouth with astonishing speed. Bits of cake and gravy-stained roast flew in all directions, some landing on the floor, some sticking to his arms, but he didn’t care—he just kept eating.

“I won’t lose! When it comes to eating, I’m the greatest!” he bellowed, cheeks bulging, eyes wild with determination.

He tore into a triple-decker sandwich with one hand while the other hoisted a whole roasted chicken, gnawing it like a carnivorous beast. Pies, burgers, and towering stacks of pancakes disappeared as if being swallowed by a vacuum, and yet Blob’s energy didn’t falter. “You fools can’t stop me! I am unstoppable!”

Even as sweat beaded on his forehead and his stomach gurgled ominously, he refused to slow down, gritting his teeth and shoving another handful of doughnuts into his mouth. Every bite was frantic, desperate, and gloriously over-the-top, a perfect embodiment of gluttonous obsession.

Hangry devoured rib after rib, not slowing down, but the way his stomach was swelling, he was clearly pushing his limits.

Kirby inhaled an entire banquet table in one go, his tiny form somehow holding mountains of food. Luffy stretched his arms across the table, snatching entire platters and shoving them into his mouth with unrelenting speed. Goku, grinning, matched him bite for bite, his Saiyan metabolism burning through every calorie in an instant.

Toriko, with his Gourmet Cells activated, made short work of massive exotic dishes, his aura flaring with excitement as he encountered rare flavors. Gluttony, true to his name, seemed to devour without end, his monstrous appetite consuming everything near him without concern for flavor or texture.

“This is more difficult than I thought…” Luffy panted as his stomach was bulging bigger and bigger.

"This competition is nothing! I've faced entire feasts that could fill the halls of Valhalla!" Volstagg said with determination. 

“I’m still having the time of my life! Feel free to tap out whenever guys,” Matter Eater Lad said as he ate his way through a sandwich filled with metal.

“Not happening!” Big Mom said.

“Uuugh…” or something similar escaped King Hippo’s mouth. His stomach felt ready to burst, but he slapped himself and tore into a cake. He had started strong, but his speedy eating was finally working against him.

Snorlax, slow and steady, continued his methodical consumption—a machine of efficiency. His calm, almost meditative demeanor belied the staggering amount of food he was putting away, bite by bite, plate by plate. Though he didn’t boast or bellow like the others, his presence remained a quiet, intimidating threat.

“OMNOMNOMONOMNOMONOMNOM!” Zomom roared, scarfing down his two-hundredth sandwich with unrelenting speed. Incredibly, he still wasn’t slowing down.

Another hour and a half passed. Finally, another contestant bowed out.

King Hippo groaned and slumped back in his chair. He stared at the chicken leg in his hand, sighed, and set it down with finality. Adjusting his crown, he rose and left the booth, head bowed in shame.

“King Hippo has surrendered via leaving the booth!” the announcer declared, his voice booming over the crowd.

Almost thirty minutes later, Hangry’s rib rampage finally slowed. His gut bulged against his stained shirt, barbecue sauce and rib juice smeared across his snout.

“Uuurgh… c’mon, Hangry! Don’t weaken now…” he grunted, forcing another bite from the rib in his trembling hand. Even his ferocious appetite had limits.

“Hangry! Pick up the pace!” Lucky barked from the sidelines.

“C’mon, Hangry!” Penny shouted, wringing her hands.

But Hangry’s jaw hung slack, his eyes glazing over as he slammed the finished rib down. “I—I can’t… I’ll sprain a servo if I take another bite…” he groaned, sauce dripping from his chin. He saw the timer ticking down and tried to reach for another rib, but his hands couldn’t grab the food in time.

“Hangry’s ten seconds are up—he forfeits!” the announcer declared.

“NOOOO!” Lucky groaned, throwing his paws into the air.

“Aw man… there goes our Joy Joy Land promo,” Penny muttered with a pout.

“Aaargh!” Hangry roared, punching the booth door open and stomping out in a sticky huff. “I’m still Malak’s best eater! Don’t forget it!” he snarled, trudging toward the exit.

Toriko shook his head with a quiet sigh. “Bow out with a little more dignity next time…”

The next few hours passed and the crowd cheered as tension built, the crowd buzzing with anticipation over who would fall next. Then came the moment.

"You’re slowing, Luffy!" Big Mom taunted between bites, her voice triumphant even as her own body betrayed her. Beads of sweat rolled down her face, her massive belly straining against her clothes, trembling from the sheer sugar overload. But she powered through, driven by manic glee and monstrous appetite.

Luffy, however, wasn’t so lucky.

His rhythm faltered, just for a second—but it was enough. His jaw tightened. His body shuddered. His stomach stretched into a massive comical sphere, his rubber stomach starting to hurt real bad.

“Ugh… I… I can’t…!” Luffy groaned, clutching his gut. And then, with a massive belch and a slow slump forward, Monkey D. Luffy collapsed onto the table, knocked out cold.

The crowd gasped — one of the titans had finally fallen.

"Heheh, lightweight," Goku smirked, not missing a beat as he tore into a mountain of fried rice.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Mamamama!” Big Mom cackled with delight. “Looks like you had the weaker stomach after all, ‘King of the Pirates!’ This competition is mine!”

Volstagg coughed a little and used a napkin to wipe his face, as some sauces had gotten into his eyes.

“Losing your will?” Toriko asked.

“If you think I’m full, you clearly underestimate the power of a true warrior’s hunger!” Volstagg barked.

“Agreed! Don’t count a warrior out yet!” Diane said being a good sport despite her fullness.

“I’m… still going strong! Give up while you all can!” Blob panted, his appetite was inhuman but… he had taken too big gulps trying to keep up with Pig God and now his limit is approaching quicker than he thought.

“Talk tough when you aren’t visibly straining yourself,” Toriko calmly said.

“Shut up!” Blob said.

Matter Eater Lad was working his way through a meteorite when a toaster came up to him on the conveyor belt and he decided to break away and eat that too to add some variety to his meal.

Pig God slowed a little to speed his digesting up while still staying in it.

twelve remained. And the next round was only going to get tougher.

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The crowd’s noise fades to an anticipatory hush as the remaining twelve competitors keep devouring everything in sight. Plates vanish, mountains of food shrink — and through it all, Snorlax keeps his slow, steady pace. Bite… chew… swallow… repeat. But his eyelids droop lower with every bite.

Volstagg was starting to slow a little, he looked like he was hitting past his limit.

"I will not falter! For the feast! For the glory!" Volstagg grunted as his stomach hurt, he had hit his limit awhile ago, but his determination to not fail bolstered him to continue.

In the crowd, Thor looked concerned that Volstagg was going to hurt himself at this rate.

“Ooogh…. I can’t believe i’m actually getting kinda full…” Zomom said casually before shrugging and continuing to eat.

Toriko’s a whirlwind of gourmet hunger, his teeth flashing as he tears through exotic meats and rare ingredients. Gluttony’s barely even chewing anymore, just shoveling food into his mouth like a living black hole. Kirby’s inhaling entire platters, his stomach defying physics. Goku’s still keeping up — but his face shows the struggle, his saiyan metabolism pushed to the limit and Volstagg was still tearing through his food faster than it was coming.

For another hour this continues.

And then… it happens.

Snorlax pauses mid-bite, a half-eaten pastry in his paw. His eyes close. His head droops.

Thud.

The stadium shakes as Snorlax tips forward, face-planting into his table smashing it. A rumble of soft snoring fills the air.

He’s hit his limit…

The crowd erupts! Another one down!

And simultaneously, another began to falter.

Volstagg was panting as his full belly was hurting, he ate too fast instead of pacing himself… and now he’s paying for it.

“I must not… give in….” Volstagg moved onto the next roasted boar as he was halfway through he moved in for another bite… then set it down and stood.

"I’ve conquered many foes, but this feast... this feast has bested me. A true warrior knows when to admit defeat and today... I bow to your appetites!" Volstagg said raising his fist in honor of his opponents before walking out of the booth.

“Volstagg has left his booth! He is out!” The announcer declared as the crowd cheered for him to make it this far.

Thor nodded in pride of his fellow asguardian for lasting to this point. 

Eliminated: Snorlax, Volstagg, and Luffy
Remaining: Toriko, Blob, Gluttony, Matter Eater Lad, Kirby, Goku, Pig God, Zomom, and Big Mom, Diane.

It’s getting intense. Who’s next?

The final ten show no signs of slowing down. Plates continue to disappear in the blink of an eye — and it’s turning into a spectacle of pure, unstoppable gluttony.

Big Mom is trembling as she was trying to continue eating, but even her legendary appetite has it’s limits… she refused to give up so easily though!

Toriko’s savoring every bite, but his speed hasn’t slowed. He’s tearing through gourmet ingredients like they’re appetizers, his Gourmet Cells surging with every exotic flavor. His eyes gleam with determination — this is his element.

“Go Toriko! You can’t lose!” Komatsu cheered from the crowd.

Pig God was requesting extra large plates and was just pouring the contents directly into his mouth, somehow catching all of it.

Gluttony? He’s terrifying. His mouth opens impossibly wide, swallowing entire tables of food whole. Dishes, cutlery — it doesn’t matter. It’s a black hole of hunger, and nothing is safe.

Matter Eater Lad let’s out a loud seven second belch before diving right back into a car door that rolled up to him.

Kirby’s an adorable force of nature, inhaling like a pink vacuum. One inhale clears half a buffet. Plates and bowls rattle on the table from the sheer suction. And somehow, his little round body shows no sign of being full.

Goku? He’s sweating. Saiyan metabolism or not, his stomach’s starting to press against his gi. He’s still piling food in, but his pace falters. A beat too long between bites. A hesitation as his hand hovers over the next plate.

And then—his eyes widened. His expression shifted from determination… to sheer panic as the sheer volume of food he’d consumed threatened to make a return.

“Uh oh.”

In a flash, Goku was gone—dashing off at top speed. Moments later, the unmistakable slam of a bathroom door echoed through the arena.

The crowd erupted in laughter and shock.

It wasn’t just him. Blob was sweating; he had never eaten this much before, and his chair had long since collapsed beneath him as he sat on the ground.

“NO! I’M NOT LOSING! NOT IN EATING OF ALL THINGS!” Blob bellowed.

Even his seemingly bottomless appetite had limits. He swallowed too quickly, coughed violently, and paused, clutching his stomach. But before he could recover, the ten-second timer beeped.

“Blob took too long! He is out!” the announcer declared.

“What?! No way! I just needed a moment to recover!” Blob shouted.

“Calm down, dude,” Matter-Eater Lad said, chewing nonchalantly.

“NO! I demand an exception!” Blob growled.

“Sorry, sir, no exceptions,” the announcer said, already dreading how poorly Blob was handling his loss.

“Grrrr… FINE! I would have won anyways if it weren’t for that stupid time rule, I’m sure of it!” Blob fumed, standing and shoving the door of his booth aside as he stormed out of the arena in a huff.

Eliminated: Goku, Blob
Remaining: Toriko, Gluttony, Kirby, Matter Eater Lad, Pig God, Zomom, Big Mom, Diane.

The tension’s thick — well, as thick as it can be with eight unstoppable eating machines at the table. The crowd’s on their feet, roaring with excitement as plates continue to vanish at an impossible pace.

Toriko’s eyes flash with excitement, his Gourmet Cells practically vibrating. The sheer quality of the food has him in a frenzy — each bite more delicious than the last. His muscles flex with every chomp, his appetite only growing stronger.

Gluttony? He’s… horrifying. His jaw unhinges again, swallowing an entire roast pig — apple and all — in one monstrous gulp. There’s no pause, no hesitation. Just endless, unstoppable hunger.

Kirby? Cool as ever. He inhales an entire table’s worth of sushi in one go and gives a happy little “Poyo!” like this is just a warm-up.

Matter Eater Lad just finished the car door and moved onto the steering wheel in one hand and in the other some kitchen supplies.

Things were still going well for the contestants…

But then… something changed.

Big Mom gagged, her face twitching as the next wave of desserts rolled toward her. She reached out, trying to keep up the act—but her swollen belly quivered ominously. The sugar overload was catching up to her, and even her monstrous appetite was beginning to falter.

Her eyes darted across the arena. Zomom, somehow, was still going strong—only moderately full, his mountain of sandwiches steadily shrinking.

Big Mom narrowed her eyes... and a devious idea formed.

She recalled how Wario had insulted Zomom earlier. A grin crept across her face as a dirty tactic took root in her mind.

“Hah! I won’t lose! Especially not to the fat one over there!” Big Mom shouted, her voice booming across the arena, clearly aimed at Zomom.

Zomom froze mid-bite. “What did you call me?!” he growled, crumbs flying from his mouth.

“Fat!” Big Mom repeated, louder this time.

“Why you—!” Zomom snarled, stomping to the door of his booth, fists clenched, heading straight for her.

“NO! YOU IDIOT!” Zazz shrieked from the stands.

“Stop, you fool!” Zavok roared, leaping to his feet.

But it was too late.

A loud buzzer sounded, and the announcer’s voice rang out: “Zomom has left his booth! He is disqualified!”

Zor let out a long sigh. “Why did we expect any different…”

“Aww, man! I was getting full anyway, I guess…” Zomom muttered, rubbing his massively distended stomach and trudging off, disappointed.

“Hahaha!” Big Mom cackled triumphantly as she sank back into her seat. “One more down.”

“That was a dirty move,” Toriko said, his brow furrowed, Diane watched on equally disapproving.

“Ah, shut up! He didn’t match up anyway!” Big Mom snapped, stuffing another éclair into her mouth with a sneer.

As the contest rages on, Pig God’s calm demeanor stands out in stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the others. His face is a mask of concentration, but not in the usual sense. While others devour plate after plate in a frenzy, he approaches each bite with quiet precision, savoring the food rather than simply devouring it. It’s a slower pace, but still steady.

Another hour crawled by, the remaining contestants grinding through bite after bite, every second stretching into eternity. It was only a matter of time before someone finally gave way.

Diane groaned softly as she forced down another giant pie, swallowing hard before her stomach protested any further. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Unbelievable… me, outeaten…” With a light chuckle, she chose to bow out honorably rather than drag the farce on.

Rising from her oversized booth, Diane stretched her arms overhead before stepping away from the table. “You guys win. Even a giantess has her limits,” she said calmly, her voice carrying dignity as she left the arena to rejoin her friends in the crowd.

Her friends cheered her on despite her defeat.

“Diane has tapped out!” the announcer boomed, the crowd erupting in cheers of respect for her effort.

Meanwhile another gigantess reached her limit as well…

Big Mom had bought herself time with her underhanded move, but even her monstrous constitution couldn't hold out forever.

She grabbed a towering stack of pies, her hands trembling, and brought them to her crumb-smeared mouth. But just as she was about to take another bite… she stopped. Her eyes widened. Her entire body lurched back.

“Ugh… my stomach… I… I give up… this is insanity!” Big Mom groaned, clutching her belly, on the verge of joining the ranks of the vomitous like Coop and Goku before her.

“Big Mom taps out!” the announcer shouted over the roaring crowd.

“Ah, shut up… I get it…” she grumbled under her breath, wobbling unsteadily on her feet as she slowly made her way out of the arena, her pride as bruised as her stomach.

Matter-Eater Lad had just finished consuming an entire car, piece by piece, and was about to request a bullet train to continue the challenge. He idly chewed on a warped metal tray when his gaze drifted once more to Kirby and Gluttony.

It was then that he noticed something the others hadn’t yet—a troubling realization that sent a shiver down his spine.

Like him, they didn’t seem to have a limit. But unlike him, they seemed to embrace it. There was no hesitation in their endless consumption. No pause. No thought. Just an insatiable hunger that sought to be bottomless.

And that frightened him more than anything.

With a quiet sigh, he set the tray down and stood.

“Where are you going?” Toriko asked, blinking in surprise.

“I’m tapping out,” Matter-Eater Lad replied flatly.

“Why?” Toriko pressed again, his brow furrowing.

“…You’ll see soon enough,” was all he said, his tone laced with a quiet finality, before stepping away from his booth.

“Matter-Eater Lad has left his booth! He’s out!” the announcer cried, and the crowd erupted into cheers and gasps.

Another hour passed.

Then… something changed.

Another hour goes by after this, that’s when something new happens.

Pig God takes another bite of a mountain of steak, chewing thoughtfully. But then, his eyes flicker to the plates around him, the pile of food growing higher, the weight of it all settling on his stomach.

A soft groan escapes Pig God’s lips. His face turns slightly pale as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The silence around him contrasts with the chaos of the ongoing contest, and the crowd begins to murmur.

With a sigh, Pig God sets his chopsticks down. Slowly, he leans back in his chair, his large belly groaning in protest. The audience watches, waiting for the inevitable.

He gives a small, apologetic smile, his hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I think I’ve had enough... for today,” he says in his low, measured voice.

The announcer’s voice rings out, sounding almost as surprised as the crowd. “And that’s it! PIG GOD IS OUT!”

There’s a soft applause, but it’s nothing like the booming cheers for the others. Pig God doesn’t mind. He’s not defeated, merely choosing to step aside before his body can force him out.

Toriko looks over at him, a brief, respectful nod exchanged between them. He wipes his mouth, refocusing on the remaining challengers. The contest is far from over, but for Pig God, the battle has been fought — and it’s time to bow out, leaving room for the real titans to clash.

As Pig God’s last tray is cleared, he leans back further, letting his food settle with a satisfied sigh. There’s no shame in stepping away. After all, he knows better than anyone when it’s time to stop.

The match continues on with a new vigor, the final three continue eating non-stop.

Another hour passes, and the food keeps rolling in endlessly, but when it comes down to it... even the strongest stomachs have their limits.

Like a certain Gourmet Hunter...

Toriko slows. His hand wavers as he reaches for a massive rack of ribs. He grips it—lifts it—but there’s hesitation. His eyes narrow in frustration, his body straining to keep going.

Finally, he slams the ribs back down and stands, exhaling heavily.

“D##n,” he mutters, wiping his mouth, looking uncharacteristically ashamed. “I’ve met my match... he was right after all.”

He turns toward the other two, offering a respectful nod. “You guys... are monsters.”

With that, Toriko walks away from the table—still proud, but clearly beaten.

“Toriko...” Komatsu murmurs, not having expected Toriko of all people to lose, but still feeling a surge of pride for his third-place finish.

Eliminated: Diane, Pig God, Toriko, Big Mom, Zomom and Matter Eater Lad.
Remaining: Kirby and Gluttony

The crowd roared with wild abandon as the final two contestants stood — or rather, ate — their way into legend. Kirby and Gluttony. Titans of appetite. Legends of lunch. The arena was a wreckage of shattered dishes, sauce-slick floors, and the groaning echoes of defeated competitors.

They didn’t speak.
They didn’t blink.
They just ate.

Kirby inhaled entire platters in one swift WHOOSH, his endless void swallowing food, plates, bowls—everything. He didn’t even bother chewing. It was a relentless, adorable consumption, his pace never wavering.

Gluttony, on the other hand, was chaos incarnate. A whirlwind of gnashing teeth and monstrous hunger. He tore through whole roasted beasts, kegs of soda, towers of cakes—his mouth stretching wider than nature ever intended. He didn’t eat—he devoured.

"Heh, I will admit, for once, there’s someone with a bigger appetite than me," Pride smirked. "Even if he's inferior in every other way compared to me. Gluttony’s got this."

"Heheheh! You stupid kid," King Dedede chuckled, glancing over at Pride.

"What did you call me, fatso?!" Pride growled, his fists clenching.

"You don’t know Kirby like I do... just watch," King Dedede replied with a grin.

Time passed. Minutes bled into hours.

The crowd grew weary just watching. Chefs were on the verge of collapse, scrambling to restock the conveyors with steaming towers of fresh food. The arena had become a warzone—gravy splattered, crumbs scattered everywhere.

“And I thought I had a big appetite…” Coop said with a disturbed look on his pale face, even as he held a barf bucket.

“I can’t believe I ever thought I could win,” Toriko murmured, wide-eyed.

“Dude… can they even get full?!” Po gasped, clutching his food-bloated belly.

“This is absurd, even for me…” Wario muttered.

“We never had a chance…” Matter-Eater Lad said with chagrin

“I’m getting a food coma watching them…” Garfield muttered, eyelids drooping.

“By Odin’s beard,” Volstagg whispered, pale-faced. “They’re… unnatural…”

Even Diane looked disturbed at how much their eating.

And then… another hour passed.

Somehow, impossibly, they were still eating.

But then… signs of strain started to show.
 

Not from Kirby. 

But from Gluttony.

It was subtle at first—a twitch in his eye, a brief pause between bites. His breathing grew heavier. He swallowed an entire roasted cow, but his hand hovered over the next plate just a second too long.

Kirby? Still going like a machine. Effortless. Joyful.

“No…” Lust murmured, her voice barely audible as she realized what was happening.

“Heh,” King Dedede chuckled, a grin forming on his face. “Guess the big guy's not as invincible as he thought, huh?”

Gluttony growls in frustration, forcing himself to keep eating — but the cracks are showing. This isn’t about hunger anymore. It’s about endurance.

The question isn’t who can eat the most. It’s who can keep going the longest, who can mentally handle eating endlessly?

And right now, Gluttony’s starting to break.

Gluttony’s desperation becomes more obvious with every passing second. His hands tremble as he grabs a massive roast, his teeth tearing into it — but the wild enthusiasm from earlier is gone. His bites slow. His breathing is ragged.

Meanwhile, Kirby’s still calm, cheerful even. He’s inhaling an entire buffet like it’s a light snack, his round body showing no signs of strain. Plates, bowls, entire towers of food vanish into that endless void without so much as a pause.

The crowd’s on the edge of their seats. Even the other eliminated contestants are watching in stunned silence.

“No way... Is that pink thing… outeating Gluttony?!” Envy cried out, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Gluttony can eat forever… but he’s not mentally strong enough to handle the pressure,” Lust said, her voice low, her eyes glowering with dark realization.

On the field, Gluttony’s trembling grew worse with each second. Every bite was a battle now — not of stomach, but of spirit — and he was losing.

“It can't be,” Pride growled, his voice low and seething with frustration. He glared at Kirby, as if willing the little puffball to falter — but Kirby just kept happily inhaling, unstoppable and serene.

Gluttony growled again, frustration boiling over into fury. He slammed his fist on the table with a thunderous crack, snatched up a whole turkey with his other hand, and tore into it — but his eyes, just for a second, flicked toward Kirby.

And there it was.

Fear.

He knew.

Everyone knew.

Kirby didn’t slow.

Didn’t sweat.

Didn’t even blink.

Another minute passed. Then another.

And then... it happened.

Gluttony reached for a towering bowl of ramen — but his hand froze midair, trembling violently. Sweat poured down his face. His breathing grew ragged, shallow, desperate.

He clenched his jaw, trying to force motion into limbs that no longer obeyed. But his body, overwhelmed and faltering, refused to go any further.

Even for a creature forged from pure hunger, there were limits.

This endless eating, without pause, for hours — wasn’t just about stomach capacity anymore. It was about willpower. Endurance. 

And Gluttony's mind was breaking.

He was built to consume. But not to endure.

Finally, with a furious, guttural roar, Gluttony slammed his fist on the table, cracking it down the middle.

"I... I can't..." he snarled through grinding teeth. His voice wavered, broke "I...I CAN'T EAT ANYMORE!"

And with that, Gluttony collapsed to the ground, sobbing — defeated not by food, but by the very hunger that had always defined him.

The crowd explodes… not literally.

The announcer’s voice booms through the stadium. “AND THAT’S IT! THE FINAL FALLS! THE LAST ONE STANDING — OR EATING — IS KIRBY!”

Kirby raises his little arms in victory, letting out a delighted “Poyo!” before casually inhaling the rest of the food on the table as if this were just a warm-up.

"I-Impossible... What is that thing!? How did he beat Gluttony?!" Pride snarled, his voice dripping with fury.

Without waiting for an answer, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the arena, already plotting how he was going to make Gluttony pay for this humiliation….

From the stands, King Dedede threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHA! That's my rival!" he bellowed, pounding his fists joyfully on the railing.

In the center of the chaos, Kirby simply floated there, still smiling innocently and waving to the crowd. 

The ultimate iron stomach.

The undisputed champion.

Kirby wins.

How did Kirby beat Gluttony:

At first glance, Kirby and Gluttony seem evenly matched — both are bottomless pits, capable of consuming absurd quantities without blinking. But what ultimately separates them isn’t just stomach capacity. It’s purpose and mindset.

Gluttony, from Fullmetal Alchemist, is the embodiment of hunger. He eats not for enjoyment or sustenance, but because he’s compelled to — cursed with a void in his belly and soul that can never be filled. His hunger is mindless, primal, even tragic. And in the Glutton Bowl, that worked against him. His drive to devour came from obsession, not joy. As the competition dragged on, it became a test of endurance, discipline, and mental resilience. Gluttony’s desperation built up until it broke him.

Kirby, on the other hand, eats with purpose. Sometimes it’s strategic — absorbing powers from enemies — and sometimes it’s just for fun. But no matter what, Kirby enjoys eating. He remains calm, focused, and impossibly cheerful. Where Gluttony grows frantic, Kirby is serene. Where Gluttony panics, Kirby plays. His simple, happy demeanor masks a staggering level of fortitude — the kind only possible when someone genuinely loves what they’re doing.

That’s the difference. Gluttony was driven by hunger. Kirby embraced it.

And physically? Kirby’s powerset defies logic. He can inhale objects — even entire planets — without harm. His body has no known limits. He’s a cosmic force of adorable consumption. Where others rely on muscle, magic, or madness, Kirby is simply… built different.

In the end, Gluttony’s undoing wasn’t a lack of stomach space, but a lack of spirit. He cracked under pressure. Kirby didn’t even break a sweat.

That’s why Kirby stood victorious.
Not just the biggest appetite —
But the strongest heart.