Well, we had one chance to survive this idiotic, religious festivity.

I had a lengthy talk with one of our guards during the night, who luckily spoke some english and I tried to get some information out of him about their religion and pantheon. Their gods seems to be a wild and mean variation of the ancient greek or nordic gods. God of thunder, goddess of beauty, god of war and so on, you get the idea. But each god also seemed to have some kind of prophet, which was obviously very important to them.These prophets seem to have received their spiritual blessing by doing some action worthy of a god. Like the prophet for the god of war, taking on an entire enemy tribe alone and winning that battle single handed.
I asked if every prophet did such a task and the guard agreed, that is what made him or her a prophet for a certain god. My last question was if a prophet's authority is above that of their high priest. He agreed as well, a prophet embodies the gods will. Nobody stands above them except the gods themself... which was what I wanted to hear. There was a chance for us, I just hoped they have a god of gluttony, eating or whatever involves food and it's consumption.

When the sun was rising we were guarded to their central place in the middle of their village. I still was totally unsure if my plan will work but couldn't talk about it with any of the others. The natives could have listened and could come up with another idea to avoid what I had in mind.
All I did was going to Mrs. Nimmersatt and ask her how hungry she feels. Ok, ok, I know that's a silly question, and the look she gave me said: „One more question like that and I am going to eat YOU!!!“.
Her stomach was actually rumbling the whole day and night. And in her case that means her belly is prolly louder rumbling than I can possibly yell. She hasn't eaten anything since the day before when she cleaned out that truck stop. 20 hours ago or so. I haven't seen her without any food for that long since I know her. But I also know what kind of monstermeals she devours usually without such a 20 hour break. Remember the breakfast she had before the truck stop, which she considers „small“. So I asumed her greed for food was close to drive her litterally crazy by now.
I just whispered: „I have a plan Mrs. Nimmersatt, and it involves your stomach's capacity. I don't know how these natives will actually react on it, but if they react according to my plan, we need you to eat... and I mean EAT!“.
Her upset look changed into something more curious when she said „Tell me what you have in mind?“
I told her briefly my idea and her reaction was close to what I expected. Her whispered reply was „Ms. Simmons, if I ever felt hungry, it is now. Trust me, I never felt hungrier than right at this very  moment, and my hunger grows every second and so will my greed when I finally get some food to stuff down my insatiable gullet. I LOVE your plan! Bring it on!!!“.

She still seemed to be angry and upset after our brief whispering chat, no wonder with that hunger she felt, but she also had this gleam of „I am going to eat it ALL“ in her eyes.
If anybody can fullfill my plan, it's this gluttonous, insatiable gorging monster of a woman.

We stood at that open place in the middle of the village and their weird looking medicine man was yelling at the crowd standing around.

I stepped forward and yelled: „Before the trials start I have a question!“ Everybody looked at me and I kept my fingers crossed that the medicine man will actually listen.
He whispered something to the man beside him and that guy told me to speak, the last time before the trial will proof my unworthyness.
„We are here to be tested by your gods' law, given to you by your prophets, but what if one of your prophets was false and the true one is among us?“

Silence...

The priest looked at me and came closer, to my surprise he actually could speak english. „Do you say you want to change the trial into a challenge of the gods?“ he asked me with a very serious voice. „It depends“, I said. „If you would please explain the differences?“
„In a trial“, he said, „you would be confronted with a task that can only be done by a mortal if you are one with our pantheon, believe truely in the gods and their powers and let their force flow through you, but in a challenge you have to fullfill a task like only the gods themself could do. The gods have to take over your human body. No mortal can do such things. Our prophets did so, when a god moved into their body and guided their path and protected them from any harm!“
„So what would be the trial for the god of war, and what would be the challenge?“, I asked.
His eyes wandered a bit over his people before he answered: „The trials are simple itsef, but the task is godlike. The trial would be to fight against our 5 best warriors of the tribe at the same time. The challenge would be to defeat the tribe 2 days upstream the river, who claim our lands around there. The challenge would be to defeat our foes all on your own, and without any weapons. You want to do the challenge of the god of war?“

He was only as tall as I am, but I could see how he looked down on me and my slim frame, prolly thinking if that woman is out of her mind.
„Uhm...no! Tell me, do you have a god and prophet of eating?“, I asked very loud. I couldn't help but I guess he saw the wicked smile on my face when i asked that, and he immediately got my plan.
He looked at Mrs. Nimmersatt, then back to me. „So be it!“ he shouted. „They demand a challenge against Art Zparra, the prophet of our god of food.“
He turned to his people and said something in their own language and the whole tribe started to move towards their huts. I stood there, scratching my head, a bit unsure about the things to come. I noticed the huge figure of Mrs. Nimmersatt coming up beside me and I looked up to her.
„Well, I don't know what they are coming up with, I guess now it's up to you to safe the day Mrs. Nimmersatt.“
She looked down, with a very determined smile on her face. „You know what Simmons? I don't know either what they come up with. But I do know it will go down... all of it!“ And while saying it she put her hands at the sides of her gigantic gut and squeezed it in anticipation.

Well, what happened next was, Mr. Nimmersatt, Eduardo, our driver and I were lead to some sort of guarded place, while all the tribe families brought food from their huts and preparing more inside them. The priest walked around Mrs. Nimmersatt, talking about the upcoming challenge. Eduardo translated as good as he could and the bottom line more or less was: The trial of the god of eating would have been to eat what a family eats over a whole day at their kind of „Thanks giving“. The challenge on the other hand was, to do the same, but not for the family but the whole tribe.
I looked around and estimated how many families are living here in this village. Not so many I figured, maybe 300 or 400 people, kids included. Lets say they eat lots over their thanks giving, compared to 6 full meals that day. So that would make something between 2100 to 2400 large plates.
During my time with the Nimmersatts I learned a lot about „normal sized plates“ and Mrs. Nimmersatt's capacity. 500 plates normally equal a fully grown cow. Unreal for us lesser beings, but  she doesn't even consider a whole cow one meal. So this challenge is food like 4 or 5 cows. I leaned back, smiling big time, hands behind my head. I love it when a plan works. My Boss' wife will show them what eating means for sure. I knew she can handle that much. Especially today, after starving for the insane time of 20 hours. I nearly laughed out loud.

Then Eduardo leaned over to me. „Erm... Seniorita Simmons?“
„What's it Eduardo?“ He had a worried expression on his face.
He pointed at a few of the natives leaving the village in different directions.
I sat up. „Yes? What about them, they are prolly just getting some food, you have seen Mrs. Nimmersatt eat, eating the same as these 350 people over a day is nothing she can't handle.“
„Senorita, the priest said tribe, not village! They leave to inform the other villages of this tribe!“
„Other?“ Now I understood why he was worried. „Tell me what else he said!“
Eduardo explained to me that the challenge basically means not to stop eating until it's over, no break allowed either. That was clear befpre. If Mrs. Nimmersatt stops eating because she needs a little break the challenge is considered as failed. But then he told me that although he doesn't know much about this tribe he does know it is considered one of the bigger ones in this part of the jungle. They have around 10 to 12 villages like this. He stopped and gave me a worried look.
My mind was racing. If i go by my smallest estimation that would be food compared to 42 cows, the highest would be 57 cows. Ugh... 29.000 plates in a row with no break allowed. Now I was worried, too. That changed things.... oh god I thought, TWENTYNINETHOUSAND plates of food... That would be nearly 22 million callories. Holly crap. Food for over 10.000 people for a day, or differently seen, a single person would eat nearly 30 years on it if the normal 2.000 calories per day are used. In my case 1.200 calories... that would mean food for me the next 50 years... and Mrs. Nimmersatt has to handle it in one sitting. My scarriest calculation was... if you line the plates for that amount of food up, the plates would go over a distance of over 4,5 miles. Plate after plate, a 4,5 miles line, and Mrs. Nimmersatt has to gorge her way along it. Imagine you they are put on a road and you drive along it. Oh my god.

Crap!!! Now I was frightened again.

I have seen Mrs. Nimmersatt gorge like crazy, but that would be even for her an unreal amount, plus the problem of no breaks. Shit, maybe my plan wasn't that smart.
Mr. Nimmersatt was listening to us, he didn't seem to be worried. All he said was „We'll see what happens, it's a good plan Ms. Simmons, if our lifes depend on the gluttony of my wife, well, who could be better suited? Everything else prolly won't help us here as my wife doing what she does best. Do you expect her to give up?“
Looking at her... no way, she prolly gave a damn about our lifes depending on her gluttony, she was already in the „devouring mode“ from the way she gazed over the food the natives were piling up in front of her.
She asked one of the priest loud what they are waiting for. And their high priest reacted with a mean smile and just said „Show us if you embody a god woman!“
Mrs. Nimmersatt didn't need to hear that twice, she just grabbed on of the large bowls in front of her on that huge table, raised it up to her head, and started to pour what looked like small potatoes into her wider than ever opened mouth.
The people of the tribe who weren't busy organizing food watched in shock as they saw Mrs. Nimmersatt just let that stuff going down her gullet without chewing or gulping. All what we could hear was the sucking noise from her mouth and troat. She threw the bowl away just moments later and grabbed one of the many roasted chicken on the table and stuffed it in one piece inside her overstretched maw. And then the next, and the next and the next and the next and the next. Her technik of pushing large chunks of food down her throat with more food. Over 20 chicken went down within moments, then another few buckets and bowls of undefined stuff. Then one of the tribes small housepigs. One would be prolly around 100lbs of meat. Mrs. Nimmersatt made short process of it, holding it like a normal person would gna the meat from a whole chicken. Then she ripped the pig into pieces after she ate most of it and stuffed the smaller, remaining pieces icluding the bones into her mouth to devour it completely. And then another pig and the next. Some guys brought a huge bowl with fish  from the river and wanted to get them to the fire to roast them, but Mrs. Nimmersatt grabbed that bowl and just chugged the fish down in a few seconds, raw!!!
After one hour or so, Mrs. Nimmersatt stood in front of the table, slightly bend over, her giant gut resting on the ground in front of her feet, while her arms were constantely shoveling more food from the table towards her now even further stretched mouth. I have never seen her lips that stretched, she was really forcing it, the 18 hours of starvation obviously  were driving her close to insanity. Her mouth was the size of a normal sized plate in diameter. I never saw her before grabbing 4  chicken at once and stuffing them all at the same time into her stretching mouth. All you could hear was the loud gulping noise and the cracking of the bones.
The globe of her gut was stretching further and further, when you looked at her from behind you could see that it was already twice as wide as her massive bottom.
The other villages were by now coming and transporting food as well to this village, and as much and as fast as Mrs. Nimmersatt gorged, the pile of food in front of her was actually rising and not getting smaller.
After 3 hours her gut was so freaking big she had to stand with the table partial to her back and reach behind her to get food. He insanely swollen gut was so giant that she couldn't have reached the table when it would be at her left or right. After 5 hours i saw her holding a whole roasted ox over her head gorging away on it while she put a second one on her monsterbelly. And the ox, although an impressive beast, did not look very big compared to that belly.
By then even I was shocked by her insatiable gluttony. I have seen her eat, eat LOTS, but today it was different. This was a new level...
18 hours later, she finished the last bits of that tribe's thanksgiving meal. Her gut was too colossal to describe. I would say it was big enough to park a van inside it, or 2. I know for sure her stomach was stretched enough to fit 2 vans inside. Easily. Maybe 3 vans, without touching the walls of her stomach. Or 4. I dunno.
She leaned back, looked at her belly and did this superheroine „not bad, eh?“smile with her monstrous stretched lips..
By then all the natives were on their knees around her, obviously they accepted her as their new prophet of gluttony. I chuckled. Thats really a fitting name for Mrs. Nimmersatt.
Then she belched loud enough to make my ears hurt, colapsed and felt asleep.
Damn... her insatiable greed is really something.
We later tried to find out how much she devoured during the challenge, but failed with the exact amounts. We gathered she devoured 5 of those oxen, 21 cows, 52 of those not so big pigs, over 5000 chicken, dozens of goats, and uncountable bowls and buckets of other food. I also found out that my big estimation based on 12 villages with 400 citizens was wrong. It was actually 18 villages, with more like an average of 500 citizens. With my 500 plates equals one cow calculation I usually use to order food for Mrs. Nimmersatt that would mean 108 cows.... 108!!! HOLY COW!
Food for 27 thousand people for a day. One man would need 72 years to eat that much... 72 years compared to one day for Mrs. Nimmersatt...oh, wait, 18 hours, not even a full day.
The way how shiny and firm her belly seemed told about. It was rock hard from all the extremely compressed food inside.
Thinking about it, I am pretty sure she would have gorged on and raised that number. I know for sure that is her goal for the future.
Probably the moment when she wakes up and demands a „breakfast“!

Oh, and one thing. We were told what Art  Zparra did to become their former prophet of food. He ate the entire pig that was meant to be the tribe's dinner for their thanks giving alone. A tribe of 70 people. And he managed to eat it all. Isn't that a crazy amount for a single person? I laughed so hard when I heard that.