Holly's Thanksgiving

“Food’s ready! Everyone come on in.” Aunt Shirley announced from the doorway into the kitchen. The ears of all of the Walters family perked up as they began to get off the couch and enter the dining room. Everyone took they’re seat at the large wooden table covered by numerous delicious dishes, platters, and bowls. Oddly enough the last person to take they’re seat was the one who was looking forward to the thanksgiving feast the most. Holly Walters slowly waddled into the dining room with the help of her mother, Anne and her uncle Jim. Two chairs were pulled out for the enormous 18 year old girl, and the two family members assisting her helped guide Holly’s bulging bottom onto the seats.

Even if she was over 650 pounds, she was the darling of the family. There wasn’t a single scoff or glare of judgment at her incredible obesity. She was so gluttonous and spoiled by her parents, yet she remained sweet and bubbly (like the sodas she often chugged). Holly was simply the most lovable butterball. Her cheeks had remained just plump and chubby, perfectly framing her angelic heartwarming smile. Her big blue eyes went well with her long blonde hair, which was styled beautifully with a cute little bow in it. She was wearing warm v-neck sweater that stretched over her flab, and a massive pair of jeans that her parents had to help pull over her thick barrel thighs.

A quick prayer was said and then the feast began. Having such an enormous belly prevented Holly from reaching very far over the table so her father happily helped by putting some big slices of turkey onto her plate. She then grabbed a bowl of mashed potatoes plopped a big mountain of it on her plate.

“Don’t forget to add butter.” Her Aunt Stacy said as she placed a big slice of butter on Holly’s potatoes.

“Holly, don’t you want some stuffing? Here pass this to the girls down there.” Grandpa Walters said as the large container of stuffing made its way to Holly and her cousins. She filled up the rest of plate before passing the stuffing to her cousin Julie.

Finally she began eating. There was much chatter around the room as everyone ate. The only one not participating in conversation was Holly who was too focused on enjoying the delicious meal in front of her. One time her Aunt Jane asked her a question. Holly looked up at her with her cheeks bulging with food, not sure what she had been asked.

“Haha, never mind sweetie. Just keep enjoying your food.” She said. Holly gladly obliged. Her plate emptied quickly into her gut. She didn’t hesitate to go for seconds and continue eating. Big bites of turkey with sweet cranberry sauce and large chunks of mashed potatoes drowning in rich gravy disappeared past the heavy girl’s lips. She washed it all down with a gulp of whole milk, her favorite beverage. After the second course Holly felt her belt uncomfortably digging into her belly flesh. She stuck her hand under the waistband to try to relieve some of the pressure but it didn’t do much. The behemoth sized teen was too swollen and round for her squishy tubby arms to reach her belt buckle. Thankfully her Aunt Stacy noticed her struggling.

“Oh Holly let me help you with that.” She said leaning closer to the cute blimp of a young lady. “You know it’s not a real thanksgiving if your belt is still buckled at the end.” With a quick yank the belt was undone and her belly bulged outward. The surge of soft flab caused her pants button to pop right off, landing on the floor underneath the table. Her fly zipped down as blubbery rolls rapidly expanded outward.

“Ahhh” Holly let out a sigh of relief as she rubbed the red marks where her belt had so uncomfortably constricted her fat. Her sweater had also ridden up over her belly in the process, just barely managing to cover her top jelly roll.

“I bet you’re in the mood for more. How about you give me your plate.” Holly’s mother said looking at her immensely fat and overfed daughter leaning back in her two chairs. Even more room had just opened up in her greedy gut so she happily gave her mother her plate. Her mother handed back to her daughter a heavy serving of all the traditional thanksgiving foods. Including two big turkey legs which Holly sat back and ate with gravy dripping down her chins onto her big heaving breasts.

Even though more and more food was piled onto her plate it was never long before it was empty again. While everyone had slowed their eating in favor of more talking, Holly continued to pig out. Her pants had slowly lost its containment of the girls ballooning waistline and hips. Her jeans had ridden down to expose much of her enormous panty covered rump as it bulged over the denim waistband.

Finally for most of the Walters family the eating had come to an end and everyone chatted at the table while they digested their meal. Holly though, was still going strong. Her gorging may have slowed a bit but her gluttonous instincts told her to keep eating. Instead of filling up her plate again, her family had started to give her whatever was left on the table, since everyone else had stopped eating.

“Here sweetie, how about you polish off this bowl of potatoes.” Her grandmother said, handing her a third full bowl. Holly gleefully poured gravy into it and sat back, using the serving spoon to shovel big globs of carbs into her mouth.

Holly was in a haze of pleasure and deliciousness as her taste buds were overwhelmed by the heavenly flavors. The thanksgiving food was so rich and filling. The turkey made her drowsy as it sat heavily in her ample gut, but the enticing aromas and her gluttonous cravings prevented her from nodding off. Holly polished off all the remaining corn, potatoes, stuffing, and turkey.

The gigantic overfed teen had seemingly hit her limit. She had definitely outdone herself this year. Holly tried to think of the last time she had felt this full but she struggle to focus on anything but her aching gut. She did manage to pay attention though when her mother started talking to her.

“Sweetie pie, there are some biscuits sitting here. How about you have them so they don’t just sit in the fridge forever.” Her mother said, filling her obese daughter’s plate with buttery fluffy biscuits.

“Uuuhhh.” Holly knew she would regret eating more but it was very hard to resist.

“Hey there is still some gravy left. You can have biscuits and gravy!” Her mother said, pouring all that was left of the thick sauce onto her plate. Holly drooled a bit as she stared at the pile of flaky dough. She licked the gravy off her lips, thinking about how delicious it all looked. Even though her big exposed belly was uncomfortably full, she simply loved food too much to not indulge her taste buds. With a thick grunt she heaved her bulging upper body forward. The two chairs she sat on groaned under her massive shifting girth. Her pants rode down all the way to her thighs, no longer able to contain her wide bottom. The strained fabric of her enormous panties began to tear as she leaned closer to the table.

Holly took big bites of fluffy biscuits drowned in rich gravy, which splashed onto her plump cheeks. Her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed with color as her hedonistic instincts compelled her to keep eating.

Finally as she finished eating, she pushed away from the table to help her sit back. Again the chairs groaned but the sound was muffled under her smothering butt flab. She leaned heavily against the back of her chairs. The creaking of her seats grew louder until with a loud snap they were crushed under the young heifer’s corpulent bulk.

The whole room shook as Holly crashed to the floor, landing on her ample padded rump and back. Several family members rushed over to the obese teen sprawled out on the floor. She was totally okay, except for her aching belly that had been upset by the violent jiggling when she fell. Her naked gut bulged up in the air. Her two belly rolls were like rolling hills of squishy heavy fat.

This was not the first time her family had seen a piece of furniture buckle under Holly’s behemoth butt, so they were pretty unfazed by what had happened.

“We’ll get you up in just a sec honey. Jim come here.” Her aunt said. Holly’s father and uncle tried to help her up but quickly found out just how heavy she was. After several attempts it eventually took 6 members of the Walters family to lift the young beached whale of a girl. Two sturdier chairs were brought in from the kitchen and placed at the table for the flustered butterball to sit on.

As she sat back down again and normalcy was restored her grandmother came in from the kitchen.

“Dessert is being served!” Grandma Walters said as she placed several cakes and pies and cookies on the table. As she walked by Holly she put down a big pumpkin pie right in front of her. “I remembered how much you like pumpkin pie so I figured I should make one just for you. Hope you’re not too full!” She said.

“Oh, uh… thanks Grandma.” Holly said. She placed the pie on her big breasts and happily dug in.