Stuffing

small_stuff wrote
Wow, guys! I really like your fantasies! I'd like to illustrate them if you don't mind...

Small Stuff

ColumbusFA wrote
Reese & Bradypig,

What you guys are planning reminded my of an entry from my all time favorite blog. Sadly she hasn't made an update in a few years, but I still love to go back and re-read her entries. I never get tired of reading the below entry.

Here's the link:

imwaxingpoetic.livejournal.com/17030.html

To be stuffed like a pig before, during, and after Thanksgiving is my fantasy. Reese, your living the dream! Hope you outgrow your entire wardrobe!!! And if it's not to much, I hope you share the details of this grand stuffing. Enquiring minds want to know.

Lost Number wrote
Combine a great holiday with a great movie about a not so great holiday.

Remember that movie Groundhog Day, where he kept reliving the same day over and over, except with the knowledge gained from the last time?

Endless Thanksgivings, dozens, maybe hundreds, with the weight gained from each one! Until one day you wake up on a Friday and everyone wonders how the hell you got so fat in one day.

cykL wrote
in mine I'm lying on an oversized platter, on a giant thanks giving table. My feet are lightly bound like a turkeys, and my hands are hanging at the sides of my belly as theyre bound together across my growing gut. The huge table is filled with pies and hams, mashed potatoes, cornbread, collard greens, chicken, STUFFINg lol, and I'm lying in the middle of it. The tables got many guests and instead of them filling up their plates, they just take turns putting all the food on the table into me. As I lie on the platter I become enormous; looking more and more like a succulent entre.

r_h_:
This thread is the hottest thing I've read on this site for quite some time. I love all you sick, creative people

I fantasize about sitting down with a big group of friends, maybe a dozen of them, and everyone accidentally piles their plates with more food than they can eat... and everyone starts enlisting me to help them clean their plates, because nobody wants to waste food. I wind up becoming a designated human garbage disposal, and for the rest of the day, my job becomes to sit there and eat everyone's leftovers, while everyone else gets up to chat or watch TV or take naps. Every time someone gets more food or takes a plate of dessert, they wind up taking too much--but, "Oh, don't worry, he'll get it... just put the plate over by him..." and everyone will act like this is totally normal. And with so many people, plates will be coming my way constantly--just when I think I'll've finally finished, someone will set another one down.

By the time the day ends, I'll be an overbloated whale. My pants will be totally unzipped, and my huge, gurgling belly will fill my lap, unable to fit inside my shirt anymore. It'll be so heavy I won't be able to stand up.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" everyone will laugh, as they take pictures of me, half-conscious and blown up like a blimp, behind those incriminating piles of empty plates...