Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thanksgiving (FA)
Thanksgiving
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.
An hour later she finally rolled out of bed. She headed down the hall, and could hear her dear Stephen working on they day’s meal. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.
Stephen took a break from preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and whipped up some bacon and eggs for Katie. She didn’t ask for it, and she didn’t expect it, but he rather enjoyed spoiling her. They’d been married for three years, but this year they had moved to a new city so he could pursue a career opportunity. He felt bad for making her spend the holidays away from her family, so his goal was to make this day as perfect as possible for her.
Katie enjoyed the surprise breakfast. She talked with Stephen for a bit before he went back to his preparations. She said she was looking forward to having their first private Thanksgiving, but regretted not having it with her family back home. He promised her that his goal was to make the day absolutely perfect.
Dinner finally came, and Katie noted it would have been a feast for 6, maybe 8 people, way more food than just the two of them could possibly eat. But it did all look so good. At least they’d have fantastic leftovers for a week or so.
Dinner was amazing. The turkey was great, the stuffing superb, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives, cranberry sauce, all magnificent. Even though she was full, she kept eating, it was all so delicious, she just HAD to have more. When her stomach was full to bursting, she tried to keep going, she was enjoying this meal so much, she didn’t want it to end.
Finally she had to stop, she just couldn’t fit any more of Stephen’s exquisite meal in. There was still a tonne of food left on the table. She hadn’t even gotten to dessert! She could smell the pumpkin pie, fresh out of the oven. She almost cried, it smelled so good, and yet she couldn’t possibly eat it.
That night she went to bed, still feeling stuffed full. It was a great feeling, but all she could think about was not having room for that pumpkin pie. She felt guilty that Stephen had gone to such extremes to make the day perfect, and yet she couldn’t enjoy it. She quickly drifted off to sleep.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! She’d overslept! How could Stephen let her do that? She leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.
She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen. Was he mad? Why wasn’t he at work? Why hadn’t he woken her up?
Stephen turned with a start. “What’s the matter honey?”
Katie was dumbfounded. She finally blurted, “what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren’t you at work?!”
“Work?” He seemed puzzled, “why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
Katie wasn’t sure what to do. She walked over the couch, plopped down and turned on the TV. She put it to the news, to see what she was missing that day. Except, it was yesterday’s news. She changed channels. Yesterday’s programming. Thanksgiving day parade, sports… what was going on?
Stephen brought her her bacon and eggs. “I could SWEAR yesterday was Thanksgiving honey. I remember, vividly, eating turkey, potatoes, everything. It was delicious, amazing!”
“I’m sorry honey,” he was a little concerned with the intensity in his eyes, “today is Thanksgiving. I’m making up everything like your mom does. I want today to be perfect for you, because you deserve it.”
Katie went through the afternoon in a haze. Had she dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, she even remembered being too full to eat the pumpkin pie. How on Earth does one dream about not eating pumpkin pie!?
Dinner was laid out exactly as she’d remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again she ate as much as she possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, she didn’t have room for the pumpkin pie.
She went to sleep wondering why she had such a sense of déjà vu, and also wishing she’d had some pumpkin pie. That would’ve made the day perfect.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over her. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to her.
She leapt out of bed and almost fell over. Her balance was off. She looked down, her stomach was a little round and portly, as though she was still full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen, he’d let her sleep in to enjoy the day.
She headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. She turned to her handsome husband as he brought her some bacon and eggs.
“I know this is your first Thanksgiving without your family,” he smiled at her. “I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I’m cooking all your favourites for you.”
As he said that, he rubbed her tummy. It felt sort of weird. She’d always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?
All afternoon she found herself anticipating the meal that was to come. She knew there would a succulent turkey, sweet yams, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious cranberry sauce. And she knew, she KNEW, there was going to be a pumpkin pie waiting for her.
She surveyed the spread, impressed at how much food Stephen had so expertly prepared. It all looked so perfect, and it tasted as good as it looked. As she devoured her feast, she could see Stephen gazing lovingly at her. She kept eating even though her stomach was full. She kept eating, even though Stephen had long since stopped. She kept eating, she didn’t want to let any of it go to waste.
Once she was finished she was surprised. A meal for 6+ people was more than half gone! There were still leftovers, but not nearly as much as she’d expected (or as much as there had been in her dream.) But, as she feared, as good as her meal was, she hadn’t left room for pumpkin pie. Dinner would have been perfect with that pumpkin pie, but she couldn’t possibly have a bite of it.
She drifted off to sleep, Stephen was massaging her large, full stomach. The warm, full sensation, and his gentle rubbing quickly put any feelings about why it all felt so familiar to rest. She was asleep very quickly.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, she wasn’t surprised. Somehow, she knew that it was Thanksgiving. She was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet she was sure today was Thanksgiving too.
She sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. Her stomach had spilled over her lap. How odd. She realised she felt like she’d been eating for days on end. With great effort she slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.
She could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) she carried a fit 115 pounds on her 5’7” frame. And yet this woman in the mirror, she was fat! Katie headed to the bathroom and stepped up on her scale. The numbers lit up: 217 pounds. 217 pounds!? That just didn’t sound right. And yet, it felt right.
She headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught her attention, it was old news, or shows she’d seen a million times before.
“You look famished this morning honey,” Stephen brought out a heaping plate of eggs, hash browns and bacon. “But don’t eat too much today, I’m going to make you a perfect Thanksgiving dinner!”
The rest of the day was surreal for Katie. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting her very excited. She’d never had Stephen’s Thanksgiving before, but she knew that it would be a big feast. She worked herself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, she found herself drooling! She laughed as she thought about Pavlov’s dogs.
Dinner couldn’t come early enough. For some reason she expected more food. No… it’s not that she expected more food. What was it?
With stomach stuffed to capacity and beyond, she realised what it was. She’d just eaten more than half of a meal for 6! There were still leftovers, but certainly not a meal’s worth. She was sure that there would be tonnes of leftovers. Of course, if a meal was perfect, there would be no leftovers.
Stephen brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Katie. She looked at the pie, but surprised herself by saying she was too full. She would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way she could eat it.
That night Stephen was trying to cajole Katie into a little sex, but she was way too full to move. She lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of her 217+ pounds pulling at her. He settled for giving her a massage of her massive stomach. Even though she regretted not eating the pie, she fell asleep already anticipating the dream where she got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10!
She could smell the bacon cooking, and she knew there was a lumberjack’s breakfast waiting for him at the table. She slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. She was surprised to see how she looked in the mirror. 5’7”, 115 when she got married three years ago. She played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this woman in the mirror was at least 350 pounds.
She shrugged, drawn by the smell of the bacon. She continued waddling towards the massive breakfast Stephen had prepared for her. A dozen pancakes, a pound of bacon, a pack of sausages and a bag of hash browns were waiting for her to wolf them down.
As she quickly worked at devouring the array of food before her, Stephen talked about how he hoped that his Thanksgiving dinner would be perfect. He felt guilty about taking Katie to a new city to pursue his career, and he knew this was her first Thanksgiving away from her family in the three years since they’d been married. She listened intently, she was well practised at eating while paying attention to people. She felt like she’d been doing it for a solid year.
As the afternoon passed Katie found hermself snacking. She knew she needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if she didn’t have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.
Once dinner was finally served, she didn’t even stop to look at it. She dug right in, knowing exactly what to find and when she would be eating it. As she filled her plate for the seventh time she remembered a Thanksgiving not long ago where she would only eat two plates of food. Three if she pushed it.
Stephen watched as Katie continued to eat. He had made dinner for 6, maybe 8 people, but he loved watching her eat. She filled plate after plate, and when she was getting full, he would fill her plate. He could see her getting uncomfortable as her stomach filled, and yet he could see how much she enjoyed the food he had prepared. He hoped that she would leave room for pumpkin pie!
Katie was so full she could barely move. She surveyed the remnants of the table. She was so full, but there was only maybe one plateful of food left. Stephen put it all together for her. She slowly, but surely finished off the great turkey, the superb stuffing, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives and cranberry sauce.
She could smell the fresh pumpkin pie come out of the oven. It smelled perfect, just like the rest of dinner had been. Stephen sliced her off a piece. It was a small piece. Katie wanted to eat it so bad, but her body was absolutely screaming at her. She knew that if she even took a bite of that pie, she would regret it. With tears in her eyes she turned it down.
She slowly waddled down the hallway, her enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on her back jiggled with each step, she could feel her enormous breasts swaying with her slow gait. Stephen helped lift her elephantine body into bed.
Stephen tried to rouse Katie into sex, but she was so full she couldn’t possibly. So he just massaged her gigantic stomach, helping it settle the huge meal it contained. Katie fell asleep hoping to finally have her pumpkin pie.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock. Or rather, she tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking her view. Sheepishly she realised it was her enormous stomach blocking her view.
She turned to get out of bed, and realised she couldn’t. “Um, Stephen?”
Just then Stephen, her loving husband of three years, came into the room, pushing a cart loaded with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a variety of pastries. “Yes dear, I know you’re awake, and I know you’re hungry.” He smiled his patient, loving smile at him.
“No, I uh… I can’t get out of bed.”
“Of course not, you know that your legs can’t handle carrying around 900+ pounds honey!”
Nine hundred pounds? In her dream she was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… she was really 115 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? She was confused. Actually, she was hungry! She dug into the cartful of food.
Stephen came back with replenished carts twice during the day. He apologised that it was less food than she was used to, but he was saving her for Thanksgiving dinner. He knew that it was hard for her, not being able to get out of bed to go home to her family for Thanksgiving, so he was going to prepare a perfect meal for her.
Katie whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes she was familiar with. But as she snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, she could feel her appetite building. She’d never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.
Stephen did not disappoint her. It was easily a meal for eight, but Katie knew she would be able to finish it off. She had to! Stephen made sure she could easily get to all the food, and before long, he was filling up the plate with the last of the turkey and stuffing.
Katie was already dozing as she watched Stephen fill up her plate for the last time. She ate so much that it was almost automatic, she could actually have a light nap while eating one of her large meals. But it was a shame to miss a moment of this dinner. To Katie it was perfection. As she forced down her last bite of turkey, she knew she couldn’t eat another bite.
But then she smelled it. Stephen was bringing in a pumpkin pie. Katie knew she was fuller than she’d ever been in her entire life, and yet that smell, that hypnotic, aromatic smell filled her nostrils and radiated pure pleasure through every inch of her 900+ pounds of fat. He carved out a large piece for her. She licked her lips with anticipation as he smothered the top of it in a heavy whipped cream.
She took a bite and her entire body shivered as the taste of the pie exploded in her mouth. Every bite was as good as the last, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her body. This meal was absolute perfection. There was nothing that could make it a better Thanksgiving.
With the pie finished, Stephen completed cleaning up their bedroom. He came back to find Katie snoozing with a huge grin on her face. He watched as her mass of flesh rippled with the memories of the dinner. He went to sleep, with his head resting on a large, soft fold of her stomach’s fat.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but found he was already cuddled up tightly against her folds of fat. She looked over at the clock, but couldn’t see it over her massive stomach.
Folds of fat? Massive stomach?! What was happening!?
Stephen woke suddenly with Katie’s flesh moving as she tried to make sense of what was going on. He was agape as he saw that his formerly 115 pound wife was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.
He leapt out of bed as she continued to struggle to sit up.
“What’s happened? Why can’t I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?”
“No honey, yesterday was Thanksgiving,” Stephen said soothingly. “Don’t you remember? I made you a large dinner, I wanted it to be perfect, you kept eating and eating, I couldn’t believe you ate it all, but you did! Even the pumpkin pie. You said it was the best meal you’d ever had.”
It all came crashing into Katie’s mind. It wasn’t possible… and yet, it had to be. She’d had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. She thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in her entire life. This fat, it wasn’t new. It was old, it was what she was meant to be, she was now perfect.
She could see Stephen’s eyes lighting up. He too was realising the perfection that Katie now represented. He climbed up on her, began to massage her fat, gently arousing her. With effort they found a sexual position that worked, and had by the best sex either could dream possible. After the last, perfect orgasms faded, Katie finally spoke up.
“Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I’m a little hungry…”
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.
An hour later she finally rolled out of bed. She headed down the hall, and could hear her dear Stephen working on they day’s meal. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.
Stephen took a break from preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and whipped up some bacon and eggs for Katie. She didn’t ask for it, and she didn’t expect it, but he rather enjoyed spoiling her. They’d been married for three years, but this year they had moved to a new city so he could pursue a career opportunity. He felt bad for making her spend the holidays away from her family, so his goal was to make this day as perfect as possible for her.
Katie enjoyed the surprise breakfast. She talked with Stephen for a bit before he went back to his preparations. She said she was looking forward to having their first private Thanksgiving, but regretted not having it with her family back home. He promised her that his goal was to make the day absolutely perfect.
Dinner finally came, and Katie noted it would have been a feast for 6, maybe 8 people, way more food than just the two of them could possibly eat. But it did all look so good. At least they’d have fantastic leftovers for a week or so.
Dinner was amazing. The turkey was great, the stuffing superb, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives, cranberry sauce, all magnificent. Even though she was full, she kept eating, it was all so delicious, she just HAD to have more. When her stomach was full to bursting, she tried to keep going, she was enjoying this meal so much, she didn’t want it to end.
Finally she had to stop, she just couldn’t fit any more of Stephen’s exquisite meal in. There was still a tonne of food left on the table. She hadn’t even gotten to dessert! She could smell the pumpkin pie, fresh out of the oven. She almost cried, it smelled so good, and yet she couldn’t possibly eat it.
That night she went to bed, still feeling stuffed full. It was a great feeling, but all she could think about was not having room for that pumpkin pie. She felt guilty that Stephen had gone to such extremes to make the day perfect, and yet she couldn’t enjoy it. She quickly drifted off to sleep.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! She’d overslept! How could Stephen let her do that? She leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.
She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen. Was he mad? Why wasn’t he at work? Why hadn’t he woken her up?
Stephen turned with a start. “What’s the matter honey?”
Katie was dumbfounded. She finally blurted, “what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren’t you at work?!”
“Work?” He seemed puzzled, “why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
Katie wasn’t sure what to do. She walked over the couch, plopped down and turned on the TV. She put it to the news, to see what she was missing that day. Except, it was yesterday’s news. She changed channels. Yesterday’s programming. Thanksgiving day parade, sports… what was going on?
Stephen brought her her bacon and eggs. “I could SWEAR yesterday was Thanksgiving honey. I remember, vividly, eating turkey, potatoes, everything. It was delicious, amazing!”
“I’m sorry honey,” he was a little concerned with the intensity in his eyes, “today is Thanksgiving. I’m making up everything like your mom does. I want today to be perfect for you, because you deserve it.”
Katie went through the afternoon in a haze. Had she dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, she even remembered being too full to eat the pumpkin pie. How on Earth does one dream about not eating pumpkin pie!?
Dinner was laid out exactly as she’d remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again she ate as much as she possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, she didn’t have room for the pumpkin pie.
She went to sleep wondering why she had such a sense of déjà vu, and also wishing she’d had some pumpkin pie. That would’ve made the day perfect.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over her. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to her.
She leapt out of bed and almost fell over. Her balance was off. She looked down, her stomach was a little round and portly, as though she was still full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen, he’d let her sleep in to enjoy the day.
She headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. She turned to her handsome husband as he brought her some bacon and eggs.
“I know this is your first Thanksgiving without your family,” he smiled at her. “I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I’m cooking all your favourites for you.”
As he said that, he rubbed her tummy. It felt sort of weird. She’d always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?
All afternoon she found herself anticipating the meal that was to come. She knew there would a succulent turkey, sweet yams, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious cranberry sauce. And she knew, she KNEW, there was going to be a pumpkin pie waiting for her.
She surveyed the spread, impressed at how much food Stephen had so expertly prepared. It all looked so perfect, and it tasted as good as it looked. As she devoured her feast, she could see Stephen gazing lovingly at her. She kept eating even though her stomach was full. She kept eating, even though Stephen had long since stopped. She kept eating, she didn’t want to let any of it go to waste.
Once she was finished she was surprised. A meal for 6+ people was more than half gone! There were still leftovers, but not nearly as much as she’d expected (or as much as there had been in her dream.) But, as she feared, as good as her meal was, she hadn’t left room for pumpkin pie. Dinner would have been perfect with that pumpkin pie, but she couldn’t possibly have a bite of it.
She drifted off to sleep, Stephen was massaging her large, full stomach. The warm, full sensation, and his gentle rubbing quickly put any feelings about why it all felt so familiar to rest. She was asleep very quickly.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, she wasn’t surprised. Somehow, she knew that it was Thanksgiving. She was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet she was sure today was Thanksgiving too.
She sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. Her stomach had spilled over her lap. How odd. She realised she felt like she’d been eating for days on end. With great effort she slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.
She could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) she carried a fit 115 pounds on her 5’7” frame. And yet this woman in the mirror, she was fat! Katie headed to the bathroom and stepped up on her scale. The numbers lit up: 217 pounds. 217 pounds!? That just didn’t sound right. And yet, it felt right.
She headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught her attention, it was old news, or shows she’d seen a million times before.
“You look famished this morning honey,” Stephen brought out a heaping plate of eggs, hash browns and bacon. “But don’t eat too much today, I’m going to make you a perfect Thanksgiving dinner!”
The rest of the day was surreal for Katie. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting her very excited. She’d never had Stephen’s Thanksgiving before, but she knew that it would be a big feast. She worked herself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, she found herself drooling! She laughed as she thought about Pavlov’s dogs.
Dinner couldn’t come early enough. For some reason she expected more food. No… it’s not that she expected more food. What was it?
With stomach stuffed to capacity and beyond, she realised what it was. She’d just eaten more than half of a meal for 6! There were still leftovers, but certainly not a meal’s worth. She was sure that there would be tonnes of leftovers. Of course, if a meal was perfect, there would be no leftovers.
Stephen brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Katie. She looked at the pie, but surprised herself by saying she was too full. She would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way she could eat it.
That night Stephen was trying to cajole Katie into a little sex, but she was way too full to move. She lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of her 217+ pounds pulling at her. He settled for giving her a massage of her massive stomach. Even though she regretted not eating the pie, she fell asleep already anticipating the dream where she got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10!
She could smell the bacon cooking, and she knew there was a lumberjack’s breakfast waiting for him at the table. She slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. She was surprised to see how she looked in the mirror. 5’7”, 115 when she got married three years ago. She played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this woman in the mirror was at least 350 pounds.
She shrugged, drawn by the smell of the bacon. She continued waddling towards the massive breakfast Stephen had prepared for her. A dozen pancakes, a pound of bacon, a pack of sausages and a bag of hash browns were waiting for her to wolf them down.
As she quickly worked at devouring the array of food before her, Stephen talked about how he hoped that his Thanksgiving dinner would be perfect. He felt guilty about taking Katie to a new city to pursue his career, and he knew this was her first Thanksgiving away from her family in the three years since they’d been married. She listened intently, she was well practised at eating while paying attention to people. She felt like she’d been doing it for a solid year.
As the afternoon passed Katie found hermself snacking. She knew she needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if she didn’t have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.
Once dinner was finally served, she didn’t even stop to look at it. She dug right in, knowing exactly what to find and when she would be eating it. As she filled her plate for the seventh time she remembered a Thanksgiving not long ago where she would only eat two plates of food. Three if she pushed it.
Stephen watched as Katie continued to eat. He had made dinner for 6, maybe 8 people, but he loved watching her eat. She filled plate after plate, and when she was getting full, he would fill her plate. He could see her getting uncomfortable as her stomach filled, and yet he could see how much she enjoyed the food he had prepared. He hoped that she would leave room for pumpkin pie!
Katie was so full she could barely move. She surveyed the remnants of the table. She was so full, but there was only maybe one plateful of food left. Stephen put it all together for her. She slowly, but surely finished off the great turkey, the superb stuffing, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives and cranberry sauce.
She could smell the fresh pumpkin pie come out of the oven. It smelled perfect, just like the rest of dinner had been. Stephen sliced her off a piece. It was a small piece. Katie wanted to eat it so bad, but her body was absolutely screaming at her. She knew that if she even took a bite of that pie, she would regret it. With tears in her eyes she turned it down.
She slowly waddled down the hallway, her enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on her back jiggled with each step, she could feel her enormous breasts swaying with her slow gait. Stephen helped lift her elephantine body into bed.
Stephen tried to rouse Katie into sex, but she was so full she couldn’t possibly. So he just massaged her gigantic stomach, helping it settle the huge meal it contained. Katie fell asleep hoping to finally have her pumpkin pie.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock. Or rather, she tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking her view. Sheepishly she realised it was her enormous stomach blocking her view.
She turned to get out of bed, and realised she couldn’t. “Um, Stephen?”
Just then Stephen, her loving husband of three years, came into the room, pushing a cart loaded with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a variety of pastries. “Yes dear, I know you’re awake, and I know you’re hungry.” He smiled his patient, loving smile at him.
“No, I uh… I can’t get out of bed.”
“Of course not, you know that your legs can’t handle carrying around 900+ pounds honey!”
Nine hundred pounds? In her dream she was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… she was really 115 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? She was confused. Actually, she was hungry! She dug into the cartful of food.
Stephen came back with replenished carts twice during the day. He apologised that it was less food than she was used to, but he was saving her for Thanksgiving dinner. He knew that it was hard for her, not being able to get out of bed to go home to her family for Thanksgiving, so he was going to prepare a perfect meal for her.
Katie whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes she was familiar with. But as she snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, she could feel her appetite building. She’d never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.
Stephen did not disappoint her. It was easily a meal for eight, but Katie knew she would be able to finish it off. She had to! Stephen made sure she could easily get to all the food, and before long, he was filling up the plate with the last of the turkey and stuffing.
Katie was already dozing as she watched Stephen fill up her plate for the last time. She ate so much that it was almost automatic, she could actually have a light nap while eating one of her large meals. But it was a shame to miss a moment of this dinner. To Katie it was perfection. As she forced down her last bite of turkey, she knew she couldn’t eat another bite.
But then she smelled it. Stephen was bringing in a pumpkin pie. Katie knew she was fuller than she’d ever been in her entire life, and yet that smell, that hypnotic, aromatic smell filled her nostrils and radiated pure pleasure through every inch of her 900+ pounds of fat. He carved out a large piece for her. She licked her lips with anticipation as he smothered the top of it in a heavy whipped cream.
She took a bite and her entire body shivered as the taste of the pie exploded in her mouth. Every bite was as good as the last, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her body. This meal was absolute perfection. There was nothing that could make it a better Thanksgiving.
With the pie finished, Stephen completed cleaning up their bedroom. He came back to find Katie snoozing with a huge grin on her face. He watched as her mass of flesh rippled with the memories of the dinner. He went to sleep, with his head resting on a large, soft fold of her stomach’s fat.
Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but found he was already cuddled up tightly against her folds of fat. She looked over at the clock, but couldn’t see it over her massive stomach.
Folds of fat? Massive stomach?! What was happening!?
Stephen woke suddenly with Katie’s flesh moving as she tried to make sense of what was going on. He was agape as he saw that his formerly 115 pound wife was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.
He leapt out of bed as she continued to struggle to sit up.
“What’s happened? Why can’t I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?”
“No honey, yesterday was Thanksgiving,” Stephen said soothingly. “Don’t you remember? I made you a large dinner, I wanted it to be perfect, you kept eating and eating, I couldn’t believe you ate it all, but you did! Even the pumpkin pie. You said it was the best meal you’d ever had.”
It all came crashing into Katie’s mind. It wasn’t possible… and yet, it had to be. She’d had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. She thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in her entire life. This fat, it wasn’t new. It was old, it was what she was meant to be, she was now perfect.
She could see Stephen’s eyes lighting up. He too was realising the perfection that Katie now represented. He climbed up on her, began to massage her fat, gently arousing her. With effort they found a sexual position that worked, and had by the best sex either could dream possible. After the last, perfect orgasms faded, Katie finally spoke up.
“Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I’m a little hungry…”
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// posted by Charlotte @ 7:21:00 PM 
