MsCezanne's Odyssey

Thanksgiving

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.

An hour later he finally rolled out of bed. He headed down the hall, and could hear his dear Elaine working on they day's meal. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.

Elaine took a break from preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and whipped up some bacon and eggs for Cody. He didn't ask for it, and he didn't expect it, but she rather enjoyed spoiling him. They'd been married for three years, but this year they had moved to a new city so she could pursue a career opportunity. She felt bad for making him spend the holidays away from his family, so her goal was to make this day as perfect as possible for him.

Cody enjoyed the surprise breakfast. He talked with Elaine for a bit before she went back to her preparations. He said he was looking forward to having their first private Thanksgiving, but regretted not having it with his family back home. She promised him that her goal was to make the day absolutely perfect.

Dinner finally came, and Cody 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 he was full, he kept eating, it was all so delicious, he just HAD to have more. When his stomach was full to bursting, he tried to keep going, he was enjoying this meal so much, he didn't want it to end.

Finally he had to stop, he just couldn't fit any more of Elaine's exquisite meal in. There was still a tonne of food left on the table. He hadn't even gotten to dessert! He could smell the pumpkin pie, fresh out of the oven. He almost cried, it smelled so good, and yet he couldn't possibly eat it.

That night he went to bed, still feeling stuffed full. It was a great feeling, but all he could think about was not having room for that pumpkin pie. He felt guilty that Elaine had gone to such extremes to make the day perfect, and yet he couldn't enjoy it. He quickly drifted off to sleep.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! He'd overslept! How could Elaine let him do that? He leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.

He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen. Was she mad? Why wasn't she at work? Why hadn't she woken him up?

Elaine turned with a start. "What's the matter honey?"

Cody was dumbfounded. He finally blurted, "what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren't you at work?!"

"Work?" She seemed puzzled, "why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I'll make you some breakfast."

Cody wasn't sure what to do. He walked over the couch, plopped down on it and turned it on. He put it to the news, to see what he was missing that day. Except, it was yesterday's news. He changed channels. Yesterday's programming. Thanksgiving day parade, sports… what was going on?

Elaine brought him his 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," she 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."

Cody went through the afternoon in a haze. Had he dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, he 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 he'd remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again he ate as much as he possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, he didn't have room for the pumpkin pie.

He went to sleep wondering why he had such a sense of déjà vu, and also wishing he'd had some pumpkin pie. That would've made the day perfect.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over him. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to him.

He leapt out of bed and almost fell over. His balance was off. He looked down, his stomach was a little round and portly, as though he was till full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen, she'd let him sleep in to enjoy the day.

He headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. He turned to his beautiful wife as she brought him some bacon and eggs.

"I know this is your first thanksgiving without your family," she smiled at him. "I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I'm cooking all your favourites for you."

As she said that, she rubbed his tummy. It felt sort of weird. He'd always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?

All afternoon he found himself anticipating the meal that was to come. He knew there would a succulent turkey, sweet yams, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious cranberry sauce. And he knew, he KNEW, there was going to be a pumpkin pie waiting for him.

He surveyed the spread, impressed at how much food Elaine had so expertly prepared. It all looked so perfect, and it tasted as good as it looked. As he devoured his feast, he could see Elaine gazing lovingly at him. He kept eating even though his stomach was full. He kept eating, even though Elaine had long since stopped. He kept eating, he didn't want to let any of it go to waste.

Once he was finished he was surprised. A meal for 6+ people was more than half gone! There were still leftovers, but not nearly as much as he'd expected (or as much as there had been in his dream.) But, as he feared, as good as his meal was, he hadn't left room for pumpkin pie. Dinner would have been perfect with that pumpkin pie, but he couldn't possibly have a bite of it.

He drifted off to sleep, Elaine was massaging his large, full stomach. The warm, full sensation, and her gentle rubbing quickly put any feelings about why it all felt so familiar to rest. He was asleep very quickly.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, he wasn't surprised. Somehow, he knew that it was Thanksgiving. He was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet he was sure today was Thanksgiving too.

He sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. His stomach had spilled over his lap. How odd. He realised he felt like he'd been eating for days on end. With great effort he slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

He could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) he carried a fit 185 pounds on his 6'2" frame. And yet this guy in the mirror, he was fat! Cody headed to the bathroom and stepped up on Elaine's scale. The numbers lit up: 287 pounds. 287 pounds!? That just didn't sound right. And yet, it felt right.

He headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught his attention, it was old news, or shows he'd seen a million times before.

"You look famished this morning honey," Elaine 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 Cody. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting him very excited. He'd never had Elaine's Thanksgiving before, but he knew that it would be a big feast. He worked himself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, he found himself drooling! He laughed as he thought about Pavlov's dogs.

Dinner couldn't come early enough. For some reason he expected more food. No… it's not that he expected more food. What was it?

With stomach stuffed to capacity and beyond, he realised what it was. He'd just eaten more than half of a meal for 6! There were still leftovers, but certainly not a meal's worth. He was sure that there would be tonnes of leftovers. Of course, if a meal was perfect, there would be no leftovers.

Elaine brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Cody. He looked at the pie, but surprised himself by saying he was too full. He would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way he could eat it.

That night Elaine was trying to cajole Cody into a little sex, but he was way too full to move. He lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of his 287+ pounds pulling at him. She settled for giving him a massage of his massive stomach. Even though he regretted not eating the pie, he fell asleep already anticipating the dream where he got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10!

He could smell the bacon cooking, and he knew there was a lumberjack's breakfast waiting for him at the table. He slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. He was surprised to see how he looked in the mirror. 6'2", 185 when he got married three years ago. He played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this guy in the mirror was at least 400 pounds.

He shrugged, drawn by the smell of the bacon. He continued waddling towards the massive breakfast Elaine had prepared for him. A dozen pancakes, a pound of bacon, a pack of sausages and a bag of hash browns were waiting for him to wolf them down.

As he quickly worked at devouring the array of food before him, Elaine talked about how she hoped that her Thanksgiving dinner would be perfect. She felt guilty about taking Cody to a new city to pursue her career, and she knew this was his first Thanksgiving away from his family in the three years since they'd been married. He listened intently, he was well practised at eating while paying attention to people. He felt like he'd been doing it for a solid year.

As the afternoon passed Cody found himself snacking. He knew he needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if he didn't have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.

Once dinner was finally served, he didn't even stop to look at it. He dug right in, knowing exactly what to find and when he would be eating it. As he filled his plate for the seventh time he remembered a Thanksgiving not long ago where he would only eat two plates of food. Three if he pushed it.

Elaine watched as Cody continued to eat. She had made dinner for 6, maybe 8 people, but she loved watching him eat. He filled plate after plate, and when he was getting full, she would fill his plate. She could see him getting uncomfortable as his stomach filled, and yet she could see how much he enjoyed the food she had prepared. She hoped that he would leave room for pumpkin pie!

Cody was so full he could barely move. He surveyed the remnants of the table. He was so full, but there was only maybe one plateful of food left. Elaine put it all together for him. He slowly, but surely finished off the great turkey, the superb stuffing, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives and cranberry sauce.

He could smell the fresh pumpkin pie come out of the oven. It smelled perfect, just like the rest of dinner had been. Elaine sliced him off a piece. It was a small piece. Cody wanted to eat it so bad, but his body was absolutely screaming at him. He knew that if he even took a bite of that pie, he would regret it. With tears in his eyes he turned it down.

He slowly waddled down the hallway, his enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on his back jiggled with each step, he could feel his chins swaying with his slow gait. Elaine helped him lift his elephantine body into bed.

Elaine tried to rouse Cody into sex, but he was so full he couldn't possibly. So she just massaged his gigantic stomach, helping it settle the huge meal it contained. Cody fell asleep hoping to finally have his pumpkin pie.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock. Or rather, he tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking his view. Sheepishly he realised it was his enormous stomach blocking his view.

He turned to get out of bed, and realised he couldn't. "Um, Elaine?"

Just then Elaine, his loving wife 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." She smiled her 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 his dream he was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… he was really 185 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? He was confused. Actually, he was hungry! He dug into the cartful of food.

Elaine came back with replenished carts twice during the day. She apologised that it was less food than he was used to, but she was saving him for Thanksgiving dinner. She knew that it was hard for him, not being able to get out of bed to go home to his family for Thanksgiving, so she was going to prepare a perfect meal for him.

Cody whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes he was familiar with. But as he snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, he could feel his appetite building. He'd never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.

Elaine did not disappoint him. It was easily a meal for eight, but Cody knew he would be able to finish it off. He had to! Elaine made sure he could easily get to all the food, and before long, she was filling up the plate with the last of the turkey and stuffing.

Cody was already dozing as he watched Elaine fill up his plate for the last time. He ate so much that it was almost automatic, he could actually have a light nap while eating one of his large meals. But it was a shame to miss a moment of this dinner. To Cody it was perfection. As he forced down his last bite of turkey, he knew he couldn't eat another bite.

But then he smelled it. Elaine was bringing in a pumpkin pie. Cody knew he was fuller than he'd ever been in his entire life, and yet that smell, that hypnotic, aromatic smell filled his nostrils and radiated pure pleasure through every inch of his 900+ pounds of fat. She carved out a large piece for him. He licked his lips with anticipation as she smothered the top of it in a heavy whipped cream.

He took a bite and his entire body shivered as the taste of the pie exploded in his mouth. Every bite was as good as the last, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through his body. This meal was absolute perfection. There was nothing that could make it a better thanksgiving.

With the pie finished, Elaine completed cleaning up their bedroom. She came back to find Cody snoozing with a huge grin on his face. She watched as his mass of flesh rippled with the memories of the dinner. She went to sleep, with her head resting on a large, soft fold of his stomach's fat.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but found she was already cuddled up tightly against his folds of fat. He looked over at the clock, but couldn't see it over his massive stomach.

Folds of fat? Massive stomach?! What was happening!?

Elaine woke suddenly with Cody's flesh moving as he tried to make sense of what was going on. She was agape as she saw that her formerly 185 pound husband was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.

She leapt out of bed as he continued to struggle to sit up.

"What's happened? Why can't I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?"

"No honey, yesterday was thanksgiving," Elaine 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 Cody's mind. It wasn't possible… and yet, it had to be. He'd had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. He thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in his entire life. This fat, it wasn't new. It was old, it was what he was meant to be, he was now perfect.

He could see Elaine's eyes lighting up. She too was realising the perfection that Cody now represented. She climbed up on him, began to massage his fat, gently arousing him. 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, Cody finally spoke up.

"Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I'm a little hungry..."

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