Stuffed Like a Turkey

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 7238

Pinkie Pie helps Twilight enjoy a gluttonous Thanksgiving feast.

Pinkie Pie helps Twilight enjoy a gluttonous Thanksgiving feast.

Contains: [spoiler]Fat, weight gain/stuffing, belly play, light mature descriptions[/spoiler]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-27 04:30:02 UTC

Stuffed

“Are you ready?”

Twilight grinned. “Am I ever!” she said. She patted her belly, the round, soft mass jiggling beneath her shirt. “I’ve been saving up room all day for this.”

“Oh, please.” Pinkie Pie slid her hands around Twilight’s waist and circled them around her wide-set hips. Her wrists sank a bit into Twilight’s plush sides, squeezing the ample flesh they found there. Pinkie grabbed two fistfuls of Twilight’s gut and gave them a playful squeeze. “I caught you sneaking some biscuits earlier, you silly filly.”

“Those were just snacks,” Twilight complained. “Not real meals. Barely a thousand calories each.” She pounded her big gut, which jutted out a good foot in front of her. It was well-rounded, plump with the “nutrition” of hundreds of previous meals. It jiggled wildly from the force of her palm against it. “I’m hungry, darn it.”

“Aww.” Pinkie nuzzled the side of Twilight’s neck. She continued to grope at Twilight’s overhang, sliding her fingers between her gut and chunky thigh. “My little piggy’s hungry!”

“This big piggy is going to be more than hungry if she doesn’t get her feeding soon,” Twilight groused. Pinkie giggled, her hands tracing up and around the curve of Twilight’s big, gurgling tummy.

“Betcha can smell it, huh?” Pinkie teased. “Is my Twi-Twi hungry?”

“Your Twilight is very hungry,” Twilight growled. Then, looking slightly abashed, she chuckled and said. “Um. Yes. I can smell it. It’s driving me somewhat crazy, actually.”

Pinkie smiled. Her chubby cheeks, though nowhere near as wide as Twilight’s, were nonetheless padded out by years of sweets and candy and made for a sizeable pair of dimples. “What can you smell?” she asked. She gave Twilight’s belly a little bounce. “The gravy? The turkey? The sweet potatoes? Ooh, or maybe the pie - “

“Pinkie,” Twilight groaned. She turned back to give her girlfriend a level stare. “If you keep torturing me like this, I might have to eat you.”

“Now there’s a kink I didn’t know you had.” Pinkie gave Twilight’s belly a hard slap, sending waves and counterwaves of fat rippling beneath her tightly-fitted shirt. Twilight yelped. “C’mon, you chubby cutie. Pinkie Pie’s gonna take care of you real good tonight.”

“She’d better,” Twilight grumbled good-naturedly. Her belly bounced against her thighs as Pinkie guided her into the dining room. “I’m downright star - “

Her head passed through the doorway. Instantly, the warmth and smells of every scrumptious, succulent dish Pinkie had prepared hit her like a tidal wave. Twilight stopped short, her eyes going wide and her nostrils flaring.

Pinkie bumped right into her. Her own chubby stomach and thighs collided with Twilight’s expansive rear. “Oof!” she said playfully. She rested her chin on Twilight’s shoulder and gave her girlfriend’s love handles a squeeze. “Choo choo, at the caboose!” she said, bumping against Twilight’s big butt. “Like what you see, Twi?”

Twilight wasn’t responsive at first. Instead, she kept staring, unable to fully process - with any of her senses - just what was lying before her.

A table wide enough to seat ten people sat before her, taking up most of the space of the room. It absolutely groaned with food; in fact, it was so covered in dishes that most of the clean white tablecloth was obscured. Twilight took a sniff and shivered in pleasure. A groan of temptation slipped from her lips. Dishes of every kind and size greeted her: mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, sweet potatoes, green beans, biscuits, pastries, cheeses, crackers, sausages, breads, pies, cakes, ciders - and, of course, to top it all off, an absolutely massive turkey, easily two feet across.

Twilight didn’t realize that she was drooling until a line of drool had slipped down her chins, leaving them moist with her obvious hunger. Her stomach was rumbling, roaring to be filled, but Twilight could do little more than stand there in a dazed stupor. There was just so much. And the smells - dear Celestia, the smells. She could have died happy if only there weren’t so much to eat.

She didn’t snap out of it, even, until her stomach let loose an absolutely monstrous growl of hunger. All of the blood rushed to Twilight’s cheeks, but Pinkie just giggled. She rubbed Twilight’s belly in small, then larger circles, her fingers sinking into her girlfriend’s oversized middle.

“C’mon,” Pinkie said, her grin stretching from ear to ear. She rubbed Twilight’s belly gently, its gurgling like music to her ears. “Let’s get you a seat.”

Twilight let Pinkie walk her to her seat, still a bit dazed from the wave of succulent smells and sights washing over her. She was at least conscious enough, though, to give Pinkie a somewhat incredulous look when her girlfriend pulled over a second chair beside her, nudging it beneath the side of her chubby rear.

“Hey,” Pinkie said, shrugging. “You never know.”

The idea that, by the end of the night, she could be filling up both chairs, filled Twilight with glee. Looking out over the feast laid out in front of her, somehow, that dream felt closer than ever. Already, her chunky ass stuck out on either side of her seat by a good inch and a half. She had a feeling, though, that the stuffing she was about to receive with end with a much, much larger Twilight Sparkle.

She leaned back in her chair. The seat creaked beneath her two-hundred-plus-pound weight, her ample butt cheeks squishing out beneath her. “Wow,” Twilight said, her gaze flickering from dish to dish. She caught her mouth watering again and slurped it up. “I’m...not even sure where to start - mmff!”

Surprised by the sudden presence of the biscuit in her mouth, Twilight still wasted no time in accepting her more-than-welcome present. She almost moaned as she chewed, her teeth grinding the warm, flaky crust to crumbs. Savoring it, she tasted every bit of the biscuit, every flake, every little crumb. Soon enough, her tongue was coated in a slick, buttery creaminess that woke her tastebuds up fully for the meal that was to come. With a groan of pleasure, Twilight swallowed, then opened her eyes to look for more.

She saw Pinkie, one hand curled around a basket heaped high with more biscuits. Twilight swallowed, her second chin quivering slightly as she eyed the appetizer with no small amount of interest.

Pinkie giggled. “Sounds like someone’s already enjoying herself,” she said. She waved another biscuit beneath Twilight’s nose. Twilight groaned, savoring the warm, buttery scent wafting through her nostrils. “Don’t worry, because there’s plenty more where that came from!”

The biscuit prodded against Twilight’s lips - and the portly girl wasted no time in snapping it up. She chewed with long, drawn out moans, flecks of crumbs speckling her lips. Oh, Celestia; she hadn’t realized she’d been so hungry.

With her now-free hand, Pinkie gave Twilight’s big belly a friendly pat. “And,” she said, grinning, “I’m sure you’ve got plenty more room for it, too.”

Twilight swallowed. Grinning back up at her, she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and laid a palm on the back of Pinkie’s hand. She pressed Pinkie’s fingers against her soft belly, letting her hand sink into the squishy fat padding her stomach. “Pinkie, we’re just getting started.”

“Woo!” Pinkie pumped her fist. Her ample chest jiggled with the motion, momentarily distracting Twilight from her pre-emptive food coma. She shoved the basket of biscuits against Twilight’s chest, forcing the plump girl to grab them in surprise. “You just snack on those while I make up a plate for you. Okay, sexy?”

“Sexy?” Twilight grabbed a biscuit and tore into it. When she spoke again, it was with her mouth full, her crumb-speckled cheeks bulging with food. “Even blimped up like this?”

“Oh, sister - you ain’t seen nothing yet!” Giggling madly, Pinkie swept up Twilight’s plate and whirled away.

Twilight was more than happy to munch on her personal basket of biscuits while she waited. Watching Pinkie pile more and more food onto her plate was an experiment in patience all its own. The biscuits were good, but they were still just an appetizer - a side dish. Twilight’s belly was more than ready for the main course, and it made its desires apparent with another growl. Absentmindedly, Twilight gave it a soft rub, fondling her belly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

After a solid thirty seconds of sampling, Pinkie was done. She swept a plate absolutely groaning with food onto the tablecloth in front of Twilight. It was piled high with potatoes, turkey, and vegetables, and the entire thing was absolutely smothered with gravy. Twilight licked her lips, already reaching for her silverware.

“Go on, then,” Pinkie said, giving Twilight’s thick shoulder a squeeze. “Bon appetit!”

That was just what Twilight had wanted to hear. She barely hesitated, more than happy to just dive into her feast. And feast she did.

At first, she was methodical. She was Twilight after all; she could scarcely do anything without some sort of pattern, rhyme, or reason to it. She went from dish to dish first, finishing off the potatoes before moving onto a pile of green beans. A moan escaped her lips as she chewed through an absolutely massive glob of mashed potatoes. They were just so creamy, so buttery, so filling and fattening - and she wanted more. She swallowed and found herself panting with eagerness. A split second later, she’d already shovelled a full quarter-cup of potatoes into her mouth, her cheeks bulging with their mass as she chewed and gulped down what felt like a cloud-turned-dish.

It didn’t take long, though, before that control and order gave way to gluttony. Before long, Twilight found herself swirling her turkey in potatoes, stabbing a dozen green beans on top of a fat pile of mashed, creamy goodness before stuffing the whole thing down her throat. Her moans as she ate were almost orgasmic; each bite brought new wonders, new experiences, and - of course - new calories.

Pinkie was eating beside her, albeit at a somewhat slower rate. Every other bite, she’d reach over and gave Twilight’s belly a squeeze. Twilight wondered if she could feel it filling up already, then scoffed. She was nowhere near full yet.

By the time she’d finished her first plate, her cheeks were a mess of gravy and creamy potatoes. Pinkie took one look at her and giggled. “You messy girl,” she teased. A napkin dabbed at Twilight’s cheeks, wiping up the worst of her excesses. Twilight paused in her meal, letting Pinkie clean her off. “You get like this whenever we go out for burgers, too.”

“They put too much ketchup on that burger,” Twilight grumbled, her cheeks coloring. “It was too messy.”

“Maybe,” Pinkie said. She tucked the napkin away and gave Twilight a wide smile. “But this is your night, Twi. If you wanna get a little sloppy...who’s to stop you?” She leaned in close, her arm wrapping around Twilight’s stomach and her head pressing against Twilight’s soft, round bust. “Nobody here but me to see you go wild.”

Go wild… A shiver went down Twilight’s spine. She rather liked the sound of that. She reached down and patted her gut, feeling the shape and mold of it. True, it didn’t feel full yet - she’d barely eaten a thousand calories yet; that was like a drop in the bucket for her. Still, it felt a little bit more solid, a bit more resistant to the pressure of her fingers. She shivered again as she wondered just how big and solid it’d be by the end of the night.

“Go wild, huh?” Twilight wiped off the rest of her mouth with her sleeve. She tapped her empty plate with her fork. “Well, I can’t really do that if you let me starve, huh, Pinkie?”

Pinkie gasped in mock shock - then wisped Twilight’s plate away. A blink of an eye later, and it was back in front of her, once more piled high with food. Twilight barely had time to wipe away the line of drool going down her chin before grabbing for her silverware and starting again.

She didn’t stop with her second plate, nor her third. By the end of that plate, her belly was beginning to poke out from beneath the hem of her shirt, a line of smooth, soft, creamy flesh exposed to the world. But Twilight didn’t care. She was too busy scarfing down a line of stuffing, carrots, stuffed mushrooms, and - of course - more turkey. Always more turkey.

She barely registered when Pinkie’s hands slipped around her waist again, too focused on stuffing her face to notice any other sensation than full. She did moan, though, when Pinkie’s fingers slid beneath her belly, stroking against her chunky thighs before undoing Twilight’s belt and gently unbuttoning her pants. Twilight watched with no small amount of satisfaction as her fat belly rolled out over her lap. It covered nearly half of her thighs, a good three inches of skin poking out from her midriff.

“Gotta make room, right, cutie?” Pinkie pinched Twilight’s belly, getting a fistful of fat. “Ooh - I can feel you getting tighter already. You’re getting full.”

“Not a chance,” Twilight shot back through a mouthful of stuffing. She swallowed, then scooped up another hefty slice of turkey. As she stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging around it, Pinkie’s hands slipped back up around her waist and gave her love handles a squeeze. Swallowing her last bite, Twilight turned back and gave her girlfriend a raised eyebrow. “Are you just here to molest me, or are you going to be useful and get me another plate?”

“Guilty,” Pinkie Pie said in her sing-song voice. She gave Twilight’s gut a slap; Twilight yelped, then stared down as her big belly vibrated from the impact. Pinkie pouted, giving her girlfriend a long look. “Can I help it if my tubby-wubby Twi just hits all my buttons?”

“Not tubby-wubby enough,” Twilight said. Her stomach rumbled, and she gave it a firm pat. She lifted up her empty plate to Pinkie’s nose. “You can feel me up all you want - after I’ve got a full plate of food.”

“Deal!” Pinkie grabbed the plate happily and bounced off. A beat later, she was back, ready with more food for Twilight to engorge herself with. As Twilight dove back into her feast, Pinkie returned to grabbing heaping handfuls of Twilight’s soft gut - though even that was rapidly becoming tighter with every bite of food the plump girl swallowed.

The second Twilight finished off her fourth plate, she didn’t even wait for Pinkie to refill it. Instead, she just lurched forward, her belly sliding across her lap. When she sat back, it was with a fat drumstick in hand, just dripping with grease and slathered in butter. Twilight smacked her lips, then tore off a big chunk.

She chewed, still rubbing her belly with her free hand. On a whim, she snagged a pair of biscuits from the basket still sitting beside her plate. From there, she alternated bites of each, tearing off a new strip of turkey meat before cramming another creamy, flaky biscuit into her bulging cheeks. Twilight nearly moaned as the delectable flavors mixed in her mouth. When she swallowed the last bite, she leaned back in her chair and tossed the stripped-clean drumstick aside. She grabbed her swollen gut in both hands and began to rub it softly. By now, a good amount of it was spilling from beneath the bottom of her shirt, and her buttons were more than a bit tight.

“Ugh.” Twilight patted her belly in satisfaction, then belched. “That’s a lot of food.”

“Aww.” Pinkie poked Twilight’s gut, letting her forefinger and thumb sink an inch and a half into that plump, full belly. “Is my little piggy getting full already?”

Twilight burped again. Wiping her mouth clean, she rolled her eyes. “Please, Pinkie,” she scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for this all year. Four plates is nothing - of course I have more room.” She patted her belly, enjoying the waves rippling across her soft skin. “Thanksgiving’s my one excuse to eat as much as I want.”

“As if you needed that excuse.” Pinkie dipped down and gave Twilight a kiss. Twilight returned it, tasting Pinkie’s sugary sweetness on her lips. When Pinkie pulled away, Twilight wasn’t sure whether she was hungrier for her girlfriend or for her feast - but then the succulent smell of food returned, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

“After all,” Pinkie said, stroking the round contours of Twilight’s belly. “You do like to tell me that there’s always room for me.”

Twilight smirked up at her. Truth be told, though, she was starting to reach the end of her initial push. That wasn’t to say that she was at her limits - not by any means. But the food she’d already consumed was already starting to show its effects.

Her stomach was beginning to become taut, swelling outward with all of the food she’d already crammed into it. A lesser girl would have stopped a plate ago, but with four plates of her Thanksgiving feast inside of her, Twilight was still ready to go strong. Her belly had pushed down her thighs, resting on her lap and reaching almost to her knees. Bits of her gut poked between the buttons of her blouse, her ample, stuffed stomach showing through. All of the extra padding of Twilight’s rear spread out beneath her, a soft, supple ass that jiggled every time she so much as twitched.

That same butt had already swallowed up her first chair, and was well on its way to dominating the second. Those fat, overstuffed asscheeks were mesmerizing; even clad in a pair of not-so-skinny jeans, Twilight’s rear stretched her pants to their absolute breaking point. Every bit of her clothing looked painted on, really, from the tight fabric stretching over the curve of her gut to the dark shadow of her bra stretched across a pair of breasts the size of cantaloupes.

Twilight’s belly lay heavily in her lap, oozing across her thighs. Yet, when it rumbled once more, Twilight knew that she was far from satisfied. She reached back for her knife and fork - and grunted in surprise when she found her mouth suddenly stuffed full of sweet potato instead.

Pinkie pulled her hand back, her fingers dripping with bits of orange-y fluff. For her part, Twilight just chewed, too taken with the sudden sweetness to do much anything else. She groaned, swishing her tongue through the mess of sweet, creamy mush. She cradled her belly in her hands and swallowed. She imagined she could feel her mouthful dropping into her gut, joining the feast she’d already devoured.

Pinkie was smirking at her, something mischievous playing behind those bright blue eyes. She swung her arms out toward Twilight, the bowl of sweet potatoes still held in her hands. Twilight eyed it for a moment, thinking. It was clear what Pinkie wanted her to do. The bits of sweet mush still stuck to her fingers spoke for themselves.

And then Twilight’s stomach rumbled again. “Oh, to heck with it,” Twilight groused - and snatched the bowl out of Pinkie’s grasp. It was a big bowl, too, piled high with mashed sweet potato and covered with a heaping helping of marshmallows. Twilight didn’t even bother reaching for a fork or spoon; instead, she just dove into the bowl on her own, dipping her bare hand into the sweet orange mush and scooping up a heaping handful to scarf down.

The glory of sweet potatoes was that she barely needed to waste time chewing - instead, all she needed to do was shovel handful after sweet, heaping handful into her mouth before swallowing it and moving onto the next one. And the marshmallows - oh, the marshmallows! So soft and sweet and chewy. So wonderfully gooey, breaking over her tongue, then dispersing all of their fat and sugar into her expansive belly when she gulped them down.

Twilight didn’t quite register finishing off the bowl. All she knew was that one moment, she was gulping down as much food as she could, trying to satiate the roar of hunger in her belly - and then her fingers were scraping against the ceramic bottom, empty. She lifted her fingers to her mouth to lick them off. Taking a moment to reflect, Twilight realized that she’d just eaten the better part of two pounds of mashed sweet potatoes and marshmallows - by hand. Beneath her, her big stomach gurgled happily, more than ready to digest its next course.

When Twilight pulled her hand away, happily licked clean of any last bits of sugar, she realized that she was panting. Her mouth felt dry - so dry. She ran her tongue across her lips. “Thirsty,” she grunted. “So - thirsty.”

Pinkie grabbed a pitcher off of the table and pulled it toward her. It was tall, and filled nearly to the brim with a sweet-smelling, amber liquid. As Pinkie reached for a glass, Twilight reached the end of her patience. She grabbed for the pitcher, seized it, and pulled it right toward her mouth.

It was cider: cool, clear, refreshing, sweet cider. Twilight pressed the spout to her mouth and curled her lips around it before tilting the end up. She gulped it down eagerly, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the sugary sweet stuff, savoring the familiar taste of apples every time her cheeks bulged out. By the time she was done, her belly didn’t just feel full; it felt tight, big and round and sloshing full of liquid. Droplets of cider ran down her second chin and cheeks, her lips ripe and sticky. Twilight slammed the pitcher down onto the table, her eyes slightly unfocused. Her head bobbed for a second - and then she belched, burping long and loud as she released all of the pent-up gas in her system.

“Wowzers!” Pinkie gave Twilight’s belly a squeeze. Twilight groaned; she could feel the cider sloshing around inside of her, mixing with the rest of her magnificent feast. “That was over a gallon! You must’ve been really thirsty, huh?”

Twilight saw Pinkie’s hinting eyebrow, but refused to take the bait. “Yes,” she said simply. “Very thirsty.” Her stomach gurgled, and she burped again. This time, she lifted a hand to cover her lips, then moved it away with a slight blush. “I needed something to balance out the rest of it, I guess.”

“Well, no worries there,” Pinkie said brightly. “I had Applejack bring over a whole barrel this morning. Just in case. Yup,” she said, patting Twilight’s engorged stomach and watching it slosh across her lap. “I think we’re well taken care of.”

A whole barrel… Twilight shuddered with pleasure, imagining herself in the aftermath of downing one of those. She didn’t think she was quite up for that...not yet, at least. And certainly not when she still had all of this to get through.

Twilight wiped off her mouth, then gazed out across the food still remaining. She’d made a dent, to be sure, but from the sheer color and smells staring back at her, they were nowhere near finished. “So,” she said. “What next?”

From there, they fell into a system. Twilight would point at a dish, Pinkie would pile her plate high with it, and the fat girl would proceed to stuff her cheeks with it while Pinkie helped herself to her own portions. Twilight’s full, bountiful body wasn’t the only thing expanding now. Pinkie’s gut had started to peek out from beneath her own shirt, a thin line of flesh that was only growing with each gulp of food.

Twilight groaned, rubbing her fat thighs together. Her jeans felt so tight. Each new plate of food brought a whole new meaning to the word: six plates, seven, eight. She’d long since lost count of just how many pounds of food she’d devoured, lost count of just how much mass her gluttony had scarfed down. Each time she finished off a plate, she’d come out of her feeding frenzy panting and covered in crumbs and streaks of gravy or sauce - only to go right back into it when Pinkie set another plate down in front of her.

She felt fuller, heavier. But she wasn’t heavy enough. She wanted her big, soft belly to be filled to the brim. She wanted all of the food set out in front of her - she couldn’t allow herself to eat anything less. Her belly felt round and hard. There was a tightness in her gut, a knot where her stomach was, where her happily gurgling belly strained to digest a meal much larger than its wildest dreams. But she wasn’t done here. Not yet.

Twilight took a bite of potato salad - a huge scoop. She imagined Rarity taking a tiny, delicate spoonful and smiled through her gluttony. Once upon a time, she might have eaten that little too. But now, she found that all she wanted to do was eat and eat and eat - until she was full to bursting.

Her buttons were straining, now; huge amounts of her tummyflesh were poking out between the holes of her shirt. Twilight leaned back as she finished her eighth plate of food, groaning and massaging her heavy gut. Her shirt had already ripped in one place, letting even more of her fat gut poke through. Leaning back let her belly bulge forward, resting heavily on her pillowy thighs.

She felt so big, so bloated. Her front was covered in crumbs and sauces, as were her lips and chubby cheeks. Her shirt didn’t even reach down past her belly button anymore; on a whim, she stuck her pointer finger inside of it and wiggled it around a bit, giggling - and hiccuping - when she smeared a bit of mashed potato inside of the deep, squishy hole. The folds of her belly were more like cleavage now: tight, rounded, bulging with flabby definition as her feast churned and gurgled inside.

Twilight groaned again. She reached forward to the basket of biscuits with a bloated arm, then let it drop back down when she saw it was empty. It draped across her belly, which by now resembled nothing more than a huge, inflated beach ball, absolutely stuffed with food.

She grinned, then chuckled. “Heh,” Twilight said. “Stuffed up like a turkey.”

“Did somebody say turkey?” Pinkie said brightly. “Because we’re only one-third of the way through this one!”

A third groan. “Oh, geeze, Pinkie,” Twilight said. She hefted her big gut, then let it fall back onto her lap with a slap! “I’m - eurgh - feeling kinda full.”

“Full? My tubby Twilight?” Pinkie gasped. “No way! My Twilight would never let a whole turkey go uneaten!”

Twilight chuckled, then belched again. “Mm,” she grunted, bobbing her head pleasantly. She spread her fingers out over her distended belly and stroked the soft flesh for a moment. “...Okay. I’ll try.”

“Woo!” Pinkie cheered. She wasted no time clearing the space in front of Twilight - only to fill it up a second later with the entire turkey plate, which itself was more than two feet long and nearly that much across.

Twilight stared down at it for a second. She’d already devoured one of the legs, and a good amount of white meat had vanished into her stomach...but somehow she felt like finishing this thing off would be a task of Herculean proportions. She didn’t know exactly how big this turkey had been when Pinkie had bought it, but somehow she had a feeling it had weighed on the order of dozens of pounds, instead of singles of pounds alone.

She patted her belly, grunting when her hand rebounded off of her taut gut. Then again...she had no idea just how much she’d downed so far. Just that it was more than she’d ever eaten in a single meal before. Looking out over the turkey still lying before her, she had a feeling that she was about to set a record that she wouldn’t surpass for a very long time.

“Alright,” Twilight finally said, swallowing. She rubbed her palms together as Pinkie tucked a napkin into the collar of her shirt like a bib. “Let’s do this.”

Eating a turkey that big took skill. It was like an art, almost - you couldn’t just cram it in. And even so, there was no reason for the task not to be pleasurable. Twilight groaned, rubbing her tight belly as she began on the other leg. Her belly might have hurt, but it was a good pain.

She drowned the turkey in gravy, smeared mounds of mashed potatoes and heaping pats of butter along the top. She tore off strips with her hands and crammed them into her mouth, one after another. Who cared if she made a mess? Who cared how big she got - how full she got? Like Pinkie had said, Twilight thought back with a shiver of anticipation, there was nobody else around to see her go wild.

Bite after bite of turkey found its way down her throat and into her stomach. Each one joined the growing bulge of food in her gut, which by now had pushed her shirt almost up over her belly button completely. Even so, the buttons were straining harder than ever, the threads woven into the fabric barely strong enough to hold back any longer. The force, the pressure of Twilight’s massive, powerful gut was just too much. And it was only getting bigger.

One pound. Two pounds. Five pounds - Twilight really had no idea just how much food she was cramming into her mouth. How much was she scarfing down by the minute? The second? Each gulp of turkey slid down her throat into her full, full belly. And it was so hard - she just had to rub it, to fondle it, to feel its swelling weight. She fell into a rhythm: eat, rub, burp. Eat, rub, burp. Eat and eat and eat and eat -

Her belly bulged - but her shirt could bulge no more. The first button popped off with a snap! It rocketed across the room, rebounding across a wall before crashing to the ground. A second followed soon after, pinging against the empty bowl of mashed potatoes. Twilight groaned, feeling her belly ooze through the new openings in her shirt. But it wasn’t enough. It was still holding her in. But not for long.

Another bite saw a third button pop off. Two more, and her huge chest burst free. Her breasts lying heavily on her gut, Twilight continued to eat and eat and eat. She was more than halfway done with the turkey now. She wiped a line of gravy off of her growing third chin and slurped it off of her fingers. She was a big girl, and getting bigger. Oh, but her belly was so tight -

The final button’s demise came as no surprise. With a roar, a crash, a thwump of unimaginable mass, Twilight’s enormous belly burst free of its confining prison and bounced into the air beyond. It spread entirely across her lap, covering it from view. Rebounding from her chunky thighs, it bounced and jiggled like mad, a massive, enormous sphere of fat and food with the simultaneous consistency of a rock and a water bed. Twilight groaned; the feeling of her thick thighs rubbing together was starting to stimulate her in other places, too. She could feel herself growing moist between her legs. Her ass had nearly covered both chairs by now. She was big. She was beautiful.

But she wasn’t done yet.

It was a wordless communication. But just as Twilight felt her will begin to waver - there Pinkie was, grabbing huge chunks of turkey only to ease them past Twilight’s lips. Twilight chewed, slurped, and swallowed, gulping down every bit of food that Pinkie pushed into her mouth. When she asked for more cider, the plump party girl carefully helped her pour the (refilled) pitcher down her throat. The cool, sweet cider mixed with the hot turkey in her belly, sloshing around and making her stomach even tighter. Twilight moaned.

And then...she was finished. Twilight leaned back in her seat a final time, groaning, squishing her weight between her padded asscheeks. Her chairs creaked and groaned beneath her. Her pants squeaked, stretching to contain her swollen thighs as her belly pushed out against the bottom of her zipper.

But she’d done it. Nothing was left on the plate but bones. Feeling exhausted, bloated, but glowing with an inner sense of pride, Twilight turned to face Pinkie with a smile smeared with gravy and butter.

She burped. There was nothing else to do, really.

Pinkie reached out, tentatively - then placed her hand on Twilight’s belly. Twilight groaned as her skinnier girlfriend began to massage her huge, bloated gut, feeling the churning of digestion going on inside. Twilight held her belly in her hands, imagining that she could feel the fat spreading out across her body, making her rounder, softer, bigger by the second.

“You finished the whole thing,” Pinkie breathed. Her eyes shimmered. “I’m really, really proud of you, Twilight.”

In reply, Twilight belched again. This time, though, she didn’t blush. Instead, she just leaned back in her chair and gave Pinkie a long, satisfied look. Her bare, naked belly bulged out before her, nearly touching the table and rising up almost up to her neck. Her breasts, full and round, bounced and jiggled a bit, oozing past the confines of her too-small bra.

“Hey,” she said in a small voice. She smiled at Pinkie. “Thanks for helping.”

Pinkie smiled back. For a moment, she kept her hand on Twilight’s stomach, rubbing it softly. The only audible sound was Twilight’s even breathing...and the steady gurgling of her stomach as it digested its monstrous, massive meal.

“Y’know,” Pinkie finally said. “We still have the pies to eat.”

Twilight belched, then groaned. She slid her hands across her bloated, creamy gut, feeling the roundness, the solidity of it. She felt so full…

But...pie.

“What kind?” she asked weakly.

“Apple,” Pinkie said simply. “And pumpkin.”

Two pies. Twilight massaged her gut, letting out a long, slow breath. Two pies. Okay. She could do this.

“Bring ‘em on,” she said, patting her hefty gut. “I’m ready.”

Twilight watched as Pinkie disappeared into the kitchen, then reappeared bearing a pie tin in either hand. Each one was piled high with vanilla ice cream. As their scent filled Twilight’s lungs, she felt a phantom pang in her stomach. She might have been full, but she was definitely still hungry.

She tried to lift a hand, her chubby fingers wiggling greedily - but found she felt just too heavy. “Ssh,” Pinkie reassured her, giggling quietly. “I’ll help you out.”

Piece by piece, slice by slice, Pinkie fed Twilight her pie. She started with the apple, the sweet, sticky, scrumptious sugary cubes filling Twilight’s cheeks along the hot, buttery, flaky crust. Twilight’s hand slipped beneath her massive gut, between her thick, chunky thighs. The seams along her pants were starting to split; the threads, worn thin by friction with her massive, padded ass, seemed all but ready to snap. Twilight moaned as a bit of ice cream slipped down her throat, the creamy coldness of it a welcome relief from the hot sticky mess coating her tongue and cheeks.

Pinkie went slowly, tenderly, feeding slice after slice into Twilight’s waiting maw. Twilight made sure to go one slice at a time, her cheeks bulging out hugely as she chewed her dessert with utter commitment concentration. With one hand rubbing at the moistness between her legs, she kept her other slapped against the round bulge of her gut. Long since free of its fabric prison, it sat heavily in her lap, bigger than a beach ball. She could actually feel it pressing against the side of the table.

She took up more than both chairs now; her ass actually overflowed the sides. Twilight burped, then let Pinkie feed another slice of pumpkin pie between her chubby piggy lips. Groaning, she chewed then swallowed, still stroking her belly. She was full...but she wanted to be fuller. She felt so bloated, her arms pushed out sideways around her love handles - but she wasn’t big or bloated enough.

Pinkie only needed one hand to feed Twilight, the slices already being pre-cut. She used her other hand to fondle Twilight’s massive belly, squeezing and squishing the huge, round ball of food and fat sitting in the other girl’s lap. Admittedly, for every three slices that Twilight devoured, another one vanished into Pinkie’s own mouth. Pinkie’s plump belly was bulging too, a more-than-ample potbelly poking out from beneath her shirt. It jiggled as she ate, bouncing gently with her own expanding love handles.

“Keep going,” Pinkie cooed, stroking Twilight’s gut as the big girl struggled to down another slice of pumpkin pie. After every slice, Twilight held her mouth open, waiting for Pinkie to fill it the rest of the way with a heaping pile of whipped cream pressed directly from the can. She moaned, the sweet stickiness of the pie fillings mixing with every other delectable flavor she’d tasted tonight, feeling her belly grow more and more and more with every slice. She held onto Pinkie like a lifeline, using her as an anchor toward her final destination. “You’re almost there.”

Her jeans r-i-i-ipped right down her thigh with the next bite. Her belly was straining against the table, creating two fat folds right around the point of contact. Bits of Twilight’s enormous ass were sagging over the sides of her chairs, and her improvised double seat was groaning beneath her massive, growing weight. But Twilight’s mind was on other things: munch, chew, swallow. Eat, rub, burp. Every three slices, Pinkie brought a heavy glass of milk to her lips, and Twilight gulped it down greedily. The cool, creamy liquid washed over her gums, falling down her throat to slosh in her gut with the rest of her feast.

It felt like an eon later - but finally, with Pinkie’s help, Twilight finished. She swallowed, burped, then waited expectantly for the next slice. It never came.

She hiccuped. There was a gurgling in her gut, a swelling. It felt like butterflies, or maybe bubbles were bouncing off of the insides. She felt so tight, so full, her belly rock-hard and yet sloshing with all of the food and drink she’d consumed. Twilight groaned, leaned her head back, and belched. It was a long, powerful burp, louder than any else she’d made that night. It went on for a good seven seconds, and was loud enough to make several strands of Pinkie’s hair dance and sway in the sudden hot “breeze.” This time, when she finished, Twilight did blush, her cheeks burning redder than a ripe tomato.

“Mm.” Pinkie reached out to give Twilight’s belly a hug, and giggled when her arms failed to reach all the way around. “Somebody’s a happy camper!”

Twilight groaned. She had both her hands full with massaging her full, bloated gut. Oh, Celestia. She felt like a beached whale. So huge and fat, and nearly immobile to boot. She eyed the empty table with satisfaction, though. She’d done it. She’d eaten every bite and then some. Her gaze drifted down to her magnificent, gurgling belly, and she smiled.

“Eurgh,” Twilight grunted. She burped again, and tried to heft her belly with her hands. She failed. It was far too solid, far too full and heavy to be easily moved now. “Oh, geeze. I’m so full.”

“You are,” Pinkie cooed. “You big, tubby, sexy cutie.” Her hand roamed eagerly across Twilight’s bare stomach, fondling it constantly. “We should get you somewhere to lie down and digest properly.”

Twilight gave a bark of laughter. “You have a forklift? Because I’m not sure I can move.”

Thankfully, with Pinkie’s help, at least, the two were somehow able to heave Twilight into a standing position. It took three tries, and the chairs creaked and groaned beneath her massive weight, but by some miracle, they actually managed it. Twilight came to her feet panting, her ample chest heaving and her belly swaying before her. Upon glancing back, Twilight felt another small bit of satisfaction when she saw that she’d left the legs of her chairs bent beneath her weight.

With just as much effort, Pinkie and Twilight managed to heave her massive weight out of the room. Twilight’s belly now draped down nearly to her knees, an enormous, bloated sphere that smacked against her thighs with every step. Twilight was forced to waddle out of the room, huffing and puffing as she heaved her fat body forward. It didn’t help that her thighs kept rubbing together, distracting her further with arousal until she felt like she actually had to stop and let herself sweat for a moment. It absolutely didn’t help, either, that her fat butt wouldn’t stop bouncing behind her, or that Pinkie seemed incapable of keeping herself from groping every fold of Twilight’s big, chunky ass.

Finally, Twilight found herself in the living room. She flopped down onto the couch, and winced when it cre-e-e-aked beneath her weight. The cushions actually sank a good six inches into the frame, her huge, heavy body forcing the piece of furniture to its limits. Fortunately, at least, it held.

She turned onto her back - and grunted when Pinkie crawled on top of her huge, bloated belly. “Pinkie,” she groaned. “That’s not a chair.”

“Maybe not,” Pinkie said. “But you really needed a belly rub, and I couldn’t reach it all from down there.”

Twilight opened her mouth to retort - and found herself powerless to do anything but moan as Pinkie’s skillful hands got to work. She just lay there, caught in the depths of her food coma, in a stupor of utter fullness and bloat. Pinkie began by massaging the upper curve of Twilight’s gut, masterfully stroking and squeezing the taut, full flesh she found there. She pushed herself up a few inches and played with Twilight’s breasts for a minute or so, giving those round, fat-passed orbs a playful squeeze as she grinded her own nethers against Twilight’s bulging stomach.

Soon enough, though, Pinkie let herself slip back down so that she was lying prone on Twilight’s mountainous belly. She giggled, rubbing her own distended gut against Twilight’s much, much larger one. “Looks like we both had a good time.”

Twilight grinned tiredly up at her. “Looks like it.”

Pinkie darted down and stole another kiss from Twilight’s lips. This time, Twilight returned it earnestly, and with a true hunger. When Pinkie pulled away, Twilight tasted more than just a sugary sweetness on her lips.

Pinkie smiled. “Happy Thanksgiving, Twilight,” she said, rubbing her belly softly. “What’re you thankful for this year?”

Twilight thought for a moment. Then, gripping her belly with both hands, she pushed her head up from her pillow. Pinkie accepted her kiss happily, their lips pressing together. For a moment, Twilight wondered how she tasted.

When she pulled back, Twilight could still hear the sound of her tummy gurgling, happily digesting its mountain of a meal. A smirk twitched the corner of her mouth upward, and she gazed back up into Pinkie Pie’s bright blue eyes.

“I think you already know,” she said, and smiled.