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Thanksgiving Double Down

By Victor Waite

21-01-04

A Patreon Vignette for Tach

Kate belongs to Tach

After enjoying a video call thanksgiving lunch with friends, Kate's parents send her a feast for dinner. Her refrigerator can't hold it all, presenting her with a dilemma: throw it out and let it go to waste or eat as much of it as she can and minimize losses.

Content Warning: This story is intended for Mature readers and the following tags apply: Female, Cat, Feline, Belly Stuffing, Weight Gain

Kate took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Regret instantly washed over her as her belly let out a demanding rumble, tempted by the scents of the feast before her. The tin foil covering the plates and bowls mitigated the worst of it, though it was impossible to fully contain a feast that delectable. One of her hands rubbed over the curve of her belly while the other fetched her phone. A quick swipe opened her calorie counter, which flashed every warning at its disposal. The feline's virtual Friends-Giving lunch consumed her calorie count for days to come, leaving no budget for her parent's unexpected gift. Kate fought the temptation to turn her cheat day into a cheat week while she surveyed the spread, trying to decide if she had space for it in her refrigerator. A quick glance inside the appliance defeated that idea, however. Her own celebration filled and overfilled what little open room it had before. Still, she couldn't let so many delectable morsels go to waste.

The cat compromised with herself. While it was still her cheat day, she wouldn't over-stuff herself. Instead, she decided to graze throughout the afternoon and throw out whatever remained before she went to bed. Satisfied with her self-restraint, she migrated her massive meal from the dining room to the living room. Dishes piled up on her coffee table and around her couch higher with every trip, careful to ensure everything stayed in arms reach. Kate settled into her nest of a couch and turned the TV on, then basked in the nostalgia of a movie marathon. She reached down for her first plate and brought it into her lap, tearing the foil cover off in the same motion. Her mouth watered and her stomach growled as a plume of enticing fried turkey essence filled her senses, spurring her to dig in. Her modest paunch eclipsed the edge of the dish as she leaned over it, and a groan of delight resonated in her chest when she brought a slice to her muzzle.

A carefully crafted blend of spices and seasonings filled her mouth, and she reached for a second dish while she chewed and savored. A small mountain of mashed potatoes came to light when she tore away the foil cover, and she swiftly carved a spoonful from its surface. The buttery side mixed marvelously with the main course, and Kate gleefully stuffed her muzzle with alternating bites. Her compromise crumbled with every swallow, until it was all but forgotten. She had already declared the day a cheat day, why not take full advantage? With her altered goal in mind, Kate threw herself into the rest of her feast. Her belly tightened and spilled into her lap as she moved from course to course, gulping down cranberry sauce and green beans and everything in between. Her shirt rode up the growing swell of her middle and exposed it to the warm caress of her heater, though her feeding only faltered when her shorts bit into her waist. She reached under the heavy dome and unfastened her button, buying a few more merciful inches.

Those inches would not last long, however. Kate's belly apparently slowed its advance as feasted and gorged, but only because it out-sized each incremental growth. Every conquered plate and cleaned dish added a palpable weight on her lap, which eventually forced a change in posture. Her couch creaked and groaned as she rocked back and forth, spreading her thighs around that growing dome. Her middle's firm curve shimmied her shorts down as well, exposing the subtly rising flab on her hips. Kate's shirt rode higher and higher up as her swelling stomach filled, pushing her chest to her chin. She leaned back as far as her seat allowed as the pleasant pressure in her core built, creating yet more precious space for her middle. Still, she found herself faced with a new problem. A substantial portion of her meal taunted her from beyond her limited reach, and there was no longer space in her lap for food.

The feline resolved both problems after a moment of gluttonous thought. Her couch squeaked a strained protest when she shifted her hips once more, freeing her tail from its increasingly crushed cushions. Kate carefully wrapped its tip around an untouched bowl, and once her grip was set, gingerly brought it toward her belly. A careful motion balanced it on that firm peak and ripped its cover off, and she dug into the casserole while she grasped for her next course. Her belly served as her table while she drew the farthest of the courses in, a testament to her hedonistic binge. Discarded sheets of foil and licked-clean bowls piled up around her as well, encapsulating her afternoon in a single image. Kate caught a glimpse of her reflection in the TV when it cut to black for an instant, and what she saw gave her pause, even if it was just for a split instant. Kate recalled the purpose of cheat days, dispelling her guilt before it could arise. Besides, all she was doing was preventing an unacceptable amount of food from going bad.

Kate found it harder and harder to think about such things as afternoon slipped into evening. The heavy weight in her middle filled her with lethargy, slowing both her hands and thoughts as she picked off the final few courses. Flakes of sugary desserts clung to her cheeks as she polished off a small platter of cookies, until she snapped up the last one with a content sigh. The feline's eyes fluttered as the weight of her feast struck her at once, dragging her into the grips of a powerful food coma. She teetered on the brink of consciousness for a moment, but a sharp rustling and rattling spared her from a deep sleep. She reached into a mountain of tinfoil and retrieved her phone, which bore a text message from her mom.

"Hi Sweetie, I hope you and your friends enjoy that dinner. Sorry we couldn't meet this year, but I hope that makes up for it a little."

A shot of confusion punched through Kate's gastric haze. "We didn't meet either. I just had a virtual lunch with them. I thought all that food was for me"

"Oops, that's on me lol. That was supposed to be for you and all your friends, but at least you'll have lunch figured out for the next week or so."

Kate looked down to her stomach and sighed. "Yeah, I definitely won't have to figure out meals for a little while"

"Lol. Still, I'm sorry you didn't get to hang out with anyone in person this thanksgiving. Maybe Christmas can be different."

"Hopefully"

The feline ran a hand across her gurgling dome. "I'm gonna have a lot of weight to lose in the next couple weeks," she muttered to herself.

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