[REQ] Totty Gives Thanks

Totty squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, only too aware of the many pairs of eyes roaming over her fattened form. She did her best to simply ignore them, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone and generally attempting, and failing, to make herself as small as possible in her seat. Totty knew it was a bad idea to accept the invitation to her extended family's Thanksgiving dinner, but for some reason she did it anyways. It had, after all, been a while since she had seen most of her family, including her parents and siblings.

Which is what made her decision an even worse decision. To put it quite frankly, Totty was FAT. Beyond fat even, she was obese and everybody at the table knew it. And since it had been so long since she'd seen her family, and more importantly since they'd seen her, it had made the reunion quite awkward to say the least. Sure, everybody smiled and hugged nonetheless, but Totty could see it in their eyes. The shock, the questions, the horror, and occasionally even a hint of arousal from some of her younger cousins...which just made things even more awkward, even though it was kinda nice to feel appreciated.

So there she sat, clad in the biggest blouse and slacks she owned, trying her best to not look like the butterball she was. All she had to do was make it through dinner and then she could excuse herself and not deal with any of them for the forseeable future. She took a deep breath as her mom and aunt starting bringing out delicious-smelling dishes and placing them on the table, slight wisps of steam trailing through the air behind them. Totty's stomach grumbled with need, and her cheeks flushed in a natural reaction. However, she wasn't the only one with a grumbly tummy and keen eyes for the tasty looking food, so at least she didn't stand out in that regard.

It took several trips, but finally the came the main event: a massive turkey, roasted golden brown and stuffed to the gills with rich, oily stuffing, its crispy skin gleaming with garlic butter, a circle of roasted vegetables and chopped potatoes encircling the bird. Totty felt herself drool uncontrollably as her eyes and nose took in the culinary delight, her mind automatically working to figure out how best to fit the entire thing in her stomach...

Totty shook herself slightly out of her thoughts. Was she really such a glutton that whenever she laid eyes on food all she could think about was how to make it all fit in her huge, grumbling belly? Apparently the answer was yes. At least that wouldn't be an issue tonight, for there was a good two dozen individuals seated at that table ready to partake. But still, she was impressed at how all-out her family had gone, by her estimations that bird weighed somewhere between twenty and thirty pounds! ...Could she even eat that much?

No! Not important! Bad Totty! Mentally chastising herself, she meekly lowered her head as everyone settled and her father said grace. Then, the feast began.

Totty held back at first, simply watching her family move about the table in a flurry of activity, passing dishes, scooping and plucking servings, wine and sparkling cider being poured into glasses left and right. Beyond she could see her father and uncle starting to cut into the massive bird. A small cheer went up as they had managed to extract the wishbone, and two of her much younger cousins got to split it.

Noticing her empty plate, her family members started offering the portly mare servings of the food as it was handed around, Totty politely replying with 'yes please' to whomever asked. However, she couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be holding back with her, placing what she considered a woefully undersized serving of whatever they had on her plate. No doubt it was because of her weight, but she didn't say anything about it. She couldn't say anything about it. Perhaps it was for the best, anyways.

Finally however, just by virtue of the sheer variety of dishes, Totty had a full plate sitting before her. She licked her lips as she looked over the tasty spread: a thick slice of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, casserole, cranberry sauce, salad, dinner roll, macaroni salad...and of course plenty of gravy on everything she wished. Which, truth be told, was most everything. With most of her family now too busy eating and appreciating the delicious food to pay any attention to her, Totty allowed herself to dig in.

The first bite was heavenly. The turkey was juicy and tender and delightfully spiced, and she couldn't help but moan appreciatively as each new flavor lit up her tastebuds. Now truly enthralled with the thrill of her feast, Totty started to eat in earnest, her overblown gut roaring for more, more, and even more. Despite being the last to start, Totty was the first to finish her plate, startled out of her eating haze when her fork came up empty. Looking around, everybody else was still eating and carrying on merrily, not paying a bit of attention to her. Which was perfect for her, because now she could get herself some real servings!

Totty leaned forward and scooped generous amounts of the nearest dishes onto her plate, until she had yet another one filled to the brim, but this time with about half as many dishes. Nonetheless, she still was trying to avoid drawing too much attention so she settled back to eat her second plate. It was just as delicious as the first, but it seemed to last even shorter than before. Many of her family members were now going for seconds of their favorites, and dishes were being passed around the table once again. Totty joined in, taking what was handed to her, scooping out a reasonable, at least to her, portion, and handing it off. For just a brief moment things seemed almost normal, like she wasn't some freakishly bloated figure that everybody appalled.

Unfortunately it was not to last. Totty mowed her way through her third, fourth, and fifth plates without hardly batting an eye. By now a good portion of her family was nearing the end of their meal, several around the table loosening belts as the heavy fare began to take its toll. It was only when Totty looked up from finishing her sixth plate that she noticed the attention seemed to be back on her. She blushed bright red as she leaned back, definitely still wanting more but even more desperately not wanting to make a scene. Besides, she could always get more food after she left if she needed to. But it surely wouldn't be nearly as good as this home-grown feast...

Her attention returned to the present as her cousin next to her turned and offered her the bowl of mashed potatoes. "More, Totty?" he asked kindly, his easy smile one of few that didn't hide some form of resentment or disgust. Totty was shocked at this, thinking that surely everyone hated her big, fat, ugly form, but it would appear she'd been mistaken. She wanted to say no, she'd had enough thank you, she didn't want to make a total pig of herself in front of her family after showing up twice as big as she'd been last year, determined to stuff more and more into her fat face, groaning contentedly as her stomach stretched and strained, the food all so good, all of it in her tummy, oh yes she just wanted to eat and eat and eat...

"Yes, please," she said before she even had a chance to stop herself. Grinning, he scooped a hefty glob of potatoes onto her plate, even more than she would have given herself!

"Anything else?" Totty couldn't believe what she was hearing, but was unable to stop herself from timidly asking for more. Several more servings of food were dumped onto her plate, and she happily began eating anew, unable to resist the deliciousness before her. Most of her family was watching her at this point, she could feel the many pairs of eyes on her, judging her, criticizing her, and in some cases, possbily appreciating her. While her parents and aunts and uncles looked on with disdain, it seemed that the majority of her cousins had taken up some sort of bet with each other, no doubt one that involved how much rich, fattening holiday food she could cram inside her incessantly greedy, gurgling gut.

"Here, Totty, I couldn't finish my plate, could you take it?" "This stuff is so good, but really doesn't keep that well, you know? Best someone enjoy it while it's fresh." "Another scoop, Totty? You look like you're really enjoying yourself there!"

Between the delicious food being constantly added to her plate and the frankly bewildering reaction from her family Totty was powerless to do anything but dutifully eat whatever was placed before her. Her stomach rumbled its approval as it swelled ever larger, finally starting to feel the tiniest bit satisfied. Totty squirmed as she felt her blouse and pants seperate, a slice of taut, brown belly now visible were anyone to look under the table. She began to sweat slightly nervously but just couldn't bring herself to stop. The fact that some of her cousins seemed very intrigued in her ongoing feast doing her willpower absolutely no favors, almost making her feel obliged to entertain their curiosity.

So on and on she ate, and bowls and platters began to empty. She lost track of how many plates she'd gotten through by now, made especially difficult by the fact that they weren't really separate anymore due to the near constant stream of food funnelling down her throat and onto her plate. Eventually the older members of the family got tired of watching Totty glut herself like a prized pig and went into the other room to watch TV and play games. As the food supply continued to dwindle, some of her cousins began to lose interest as well and wandered off. Totty hardly paid them any attention, so lost in her food was she. She was so embarrassed she needed to eat, and how much she was eating only made her feel more embarrassed. It was a vicious and self-perpetuating cycle, one that she continued to spiral deeper and deeper into.

Eventually all the side dishes were cleaned out, and Totty looked up in surprise as the remainder of the turkey slid over in front of her. Looking up in surprise, she saw her cousin who'd been seated next to her heading for the door, a quick glance back and a wink all she got before he too vanished from sight.

So there Totty was, full of more food that was reasonable for any one being to eat in any one sitting, with over a dozen pounds of roasted turkey still before her. Totty took a moment to breathe and take herself in. Her belly was now quite swollen, her belly button no longer hidden by her blouse as even a bit of brown fur was visible above the table edge, not to mention the ever-increasing diamonds of brown exposed between the buttons of her blouse. Her stomach had grown too large to fit comfortably under the table, and now lay heavily in her lap before her, pushing her considerable breasts up into her face a bit, making it difficult to see the food before her without leaning forward.

Totty huffed and wheezed as she struggled with herself internally, knowing that she'd had enough and that she should make her escape before further embarrassing herself, but the turkey looked soooo gooood! She...she...just couldn't resist!

Now alone at the table, Totty allowed herself to give in fully to her hedonistic desires, ditching her silverware as she leaned forward and began voraciously attacking the turkey with her bare hands, ripping chunks of meat off and cramming them in her mouth as fast as she could. Adjusting her belly slightly, she managed to bring her mouth down close enough to bite into the succulent meat directly while her hands grabbed at the pieces farther out of reach. She was now eating at full speed, the only thought running through her mind being that of more, More, MORE! She wanted it all! She NEEDED it all!

On and on Totty ate voraciously, her belly now swelling in earnest as the bird was steadily devoured. She moaned in relief as her pants finally split open beneath the onslaught of taut tummy, the button rattling against the floor as the zipper parted of its own accord. Pausing her feast for but a moment, Totty reached for the closest bottle of sparkling cider and upended it into her mouth, absolutely necking the bottle as fast as was humanly possible.

She was halfway through the meaty feast when she hit her first wall. Coming up for strained, heaving breath, Totty belched under her breath as she leaned back in utter fullness, her now beachball-sized belly starting to twinge and throb with pain. Slowly she turned the huge platter around to better access the yet uneaten side. She could hardly see the other end of the table over her grumbling, heaving belly, let alone the turkey before her. Totty moaned quietly to herself in distress, her mind desperately wanting more, more, more while her gut desperately protested NO! Blearily her eyes scanned around the room as she tried to muster up her willpower, and that was when she saw it.

Over on the kitchen counter sat a bottle of Pepto-bismol. Clearly one of her relatives had eaten a bit too much and wanted a way to soothe their troubled tummy. A lightbulb went off in her head as she looked upon her solution. She had a very troubled tummy, so obviously she very much needed some relief as well! But it was all the way across the room...

Hardening her resolve, Totty slowly pushed her chair backwards and with a mental count to three slowly staggered to her feet, her breath leaving her chest in a huff as her titanic tummy compressed against her lungs. But soon she was vertical, even though her legs were spread wide and her back leaned quite a bit back in order to counterbalance her incredibly weighty belly. Huffing and wheezing, she focused on simply putting one foot in front of the other as she staggered wearily across the kitchen. Were any of her family members to see her now, she had no doubt she'd never hear the end of it. All the more reason to move quickly - time was of the essence!

Finally reaching her goal with a groan, she swiped the bottle and attempted to read the directions on the back, but her body was fighting a losing battle against the impending food coma and she had trouble focusing. Mentally shrugging, she popped the top and just chugged the entire bottle, the sweet liquid feeling quite relieving as it filtered into her swollen belly, the previously building pressure at the bottom of her throat lessening significantly as the medicine went to work. Sighing in relief, Totty tossed the now empty bottle aside and waddled arduously back over to the table. Eyeing the chair disdainfully, Totty elected not to sit down again; no doubt she'd be unable to get up again! So she simply leaned forward, pushing the turkey back a short ways so she could rest her arms and bust on the table and once again dug in with gusto, shoving her greedy face straight into the turkey as she chomped and chewed and gorged.

Her belly resumed its incessant growth, as more and more rich, buttery meat filled her further and further. Totty's breaths became ragged as the buttons of her blouse started to strain tightly against her still expanding tummy, the poor mare starting to whine and writhe pitifully as the pain began growing steadily again.

But did that stop her from eating? Heck no it didn't. If anything, it only made her eat faster, and she was rewarded with a burst of relief as the lowermost button burst off, her tummy quickly swelling to fill the tiny amount of space granted to it. And so this pattern continued as bones continued to pile up and meat continued to disappear down her cavernous gullet.

Another button snapped off, then another and yet another as she ate and ate and ate, until only one last button remained, nestled comfortably just between the lower curve of her breasts and the upper swell of her full, full tummy. Totty staggered upright with a groan, a drumstick clenched in each hand, which she alternated taking greedy bites from. Before her, there lay nothing but bones and scraps, the entire bird vanquished into her hugely swollen gut. Her legs shook as they struggled to hold up her ponderous weight, the painfully overgorged mare relenting as she collapsed back into her chair, continuing to gnaw on her drumsticks one after the other.

That was it, then. She'd done it. Polished off the entire Thanksgiving feast. Her cheeks flushed guiltily as she realized this fact, hopefully her family wasn't looking forward to leftovers too much...because there certainly wasn't any. The kitchen was silent and still aside from her labored breathing, incessantly gurgling, angrily groaning belly, and the soft sounds of chewing and smacking as she finished off the last couple of morsels. Soon, a bone was tossed onto the pile with its brethren, only to be joined shortly thereafter by the other. Swallowing one last time with finality, Totty sighed explosively as her hands naturally gravitated towards her enormously swollen gut, not caring in the slightest about the greasy streaks left behind as she desperately tried to soothe the horribly overengorged globe.

Totty sighed again. She was so full, she could see the curve of her huge brown belly beyond her massive cleavage, so undeniably huge was she. An uncomfortable gurgling began building in the pit of her stomach and she winced as sharp pangs wracked her turgid, bloated form. Steadily the disturbances coalesced at the base of her throat before working their way up her throat. Totty clenched her lips closed desperately as she tried to swallow it back down, but it was no use. Her eyes screwed up tight, her maw parted wide open, and a massive, rumbling belch echoed throughout the house.

"BWWUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAUURRRRRPP!" Totty was powerless to hold it back and could only ride it out, her tongue flapping idly in the breeze before it finally tapered off, leaving a bloated, winded hog of a mare utterly pinned beneath her immense glut.

Of course, nobody in the house could have possibly missed such a massive eructation, and soon enough Totty heard the shocked gasps of her mother and two aunts as they entered the kitchen, only to be greeted by an absolute wasteland of a table, the only evidence of the battle beforehand grumbling and heaving beneath the surface of Totty's tremendously overburdened stomach. "TOTTY!" her mother shrieked with fury, storming forwards, hardly able to believe what her eyes were seeing. "What have you DONE?!"

Totty could only groan in response, far too glutted and gorged to bother answering with words. It was taking just about every ounce of brainpower she had left not to just split open right then and there, her gut rumbling distressingly as it bubbled and popped. "You ate absolutely everything! You...you...pig! You hog! You absolute WHALE!" her mother continued her angry tirade, standing threateningly in front of her unbelievably bloated daughter and glaring down at her fiercely. Totty, for her part, could barely focus on her, her vision swimming in and out as she struggled to stay conscious against the monster of a food coma doing its best to incapcitate her.

"Look at you! I can barely even believe what I'm seeing! No wonder you've gotten so FAT! All you do is eat and eat!" Consumed by her anger, her mother did the one thing that she really shouldn't have done in that situation: grabbing Totty's titanic tummy and jostling it roughly around, listening to the tremendous mass of food and drink within slosh and glunk about as she wobbled back and forth. "This is unbelievable! If I had known you were like this, I never would've invited you! What have you done to yourself?!"

Totty moaned as her cheeks puffed out to release a short, sickly belch, unable to focus on anything other than the sudden increase in distress within her monstrous stomach. "M-Mom...don't, p-please...'m full...n-no...ooooogh..." Totty mumbled, her cheeks starting to take on a sickly green color. By now, the rest of Totty's family had been drawn to the commotion in the kitchen, and out of the corner of her eye Totty could see a crowd of family members in the doorway looking on with a wide range of emotions: shock, disgust, confusion, and a quite surprising amount of fascination.

But Totty could spare them not a single thought further as her mother lurched her horrifically overloaded stomach yet again, her cheeks bulging and eyes widening as some of her feast attempted to make a reappearance. She struggled and strained against the rising tide within, determined and desperate not to spew all over herself in front of her whole family, the ultimate mark of shame and display of her incorrigible gluttony. The sight of her daughter about to violently spew bought Totty a brief moment of reprieve as she recoiled in shock, not eager in the slightest to be anywhere near the line of fire. "Totty...don't you DARE!!" she hissed angrily.

Whining and groaning, Totty rubbed and soothed her huge troubled gut feverishly in an effort to settle its writhing, churning contents, all the while straining desperately to hold back, small trickles of bile escaping the corners of her mouth and running down her chin, before finally with a strong, audible GULP! she cleared her throat and mouth, sending its previous contents back to whence it came. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from the captive audience in the doorway as she managed to regain control of her rebellious digestive tract.

Totty panted and moaned, her eyes fluttering in distress and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she wheezed and gasped for air, her huge breasts almost completely obscuring her forward vision above her even huger belly as they heaved up and down with her frantic breathing. Beneath her, Totty swore she could hear the chair creaking ominously beneath her utter enormity.

It was at this point that, were she to be left alone, Totty would succumb to the truly epic food coma clawing at the edges of her consciousness, and the entire sequence of unfortunate events to follow would not come to pass. Unfortunately, her fate was sealed for the worse as soon as one of her aunts opened up the fridge.

Now, growing up Totty had an imperfect but serviceable relationship with her mother. Her aunts, however, were an entirely different story. They had never liked her, and she had in return never liked them. So when one of them spoke up from the vicinity of the refrigerator with that familiar, nasty tone in her voice, Totty's eyes flew wide open in fear, her body shuddering uncontrollably as a tremor of deep foreboding weaved its way down her spine. "Uh oh, looks like our big ol' piggy isn't quite done yet. Surely she hasn't forgotten about dessert?"

With a thoroughly unsettling grin, Totty watched as her aunt pulled a pumpkin pie out of the fridge, handing it over to her equally uncomfortably excited-looking mother. "But of course!" she replied, her words dripping with venom. "What kind of mother would I be to deny my growing daughter her well-earned dessert?" Totty's stomach gurgled with distress at the thought of even more food being crammed into its already near-bursting depths, but she felt herself drooling at the sight of the pie despite herself.

Unfortunately, her feeders-to-be interpreted her grumbling tummy as being still hungry, rather than the dangerously overfilled state it was actually in. "Aww, hear that? Sounds like she's more than ready!" Totty's jaw worked desperately as she tried to speak up, to decline, to say NO! she's had enough! But there was a familiar pressure welling at the base of her throat, and Totty couldn't keep herself from swallowing reflexively in an attempt not to let loose with a mammoth belch in front of her tormentors.

Distracted as she was by her predicament, and still on the brink of passing out from sheer overindulgence, Totty failed to notice a slice of pie being cut out, or the two more pies that came out of the fridge behind it. With a raging fury in her eyes, Totty's mother grabbed the first slice with naught but her bare hand before shoving the confectionary treat forcefully into Totty's mouth, the brown mare unable to do anything but moan weakly as she began to chew. Part of her mind screamed at her to spit it out, to resist, to hold back from eating even more are you crazy?!

But she couldn't. The pie was so perfect. Smooth and sweet with just the right amount of spice tickling at the edge of her palette, the light, flaky crust complementing the rich gooey filling so delightfully...despite herself, and her body's furious attempts to warn her otherwise...Totty wanted it. She wanted it all. She NEEDED it all. She put up no resistance as the second slice was stuffed into her mouth before she was even done swallowing the first one, followed by a third, and a fourth...

Totty's mind began to lose itself in the sugary goodness repeatedly invading her mouth, thankfully deadening her to both the increasingly painful warnings from her body and the increasingly relentless insults from her mother. "This is just what you wanted, isn't it? To sit there and be fed and fed until all the food in the HOUSE was crammed into that gut of yours! Well who am I to deny you?! Eat up, sweetie, there's plenty more where that came from!"