Chapter 1 - the first feast

Margo and her husband, Jon, sit down at the dinner table. It’s Thanksgiving, and the whole family is gathered to share a meal. Margo’s grandparents sit next to her, along with her two cousins, her brother, and her parents. They have an amazing spread in front of them – a golden turkey, stuffing galore, cranberry sauce, thick gravy, and lots of bread rolls. A few pies also wait eagerly in the fridge for later.

Thanksgiving is Margo’s favorite holiday. It’s the one time of the year when she can really give into her . . . cravings.

They say a quick prayer and then dig in. Margo eyes her husband from across the table. He’s gotten a bit softer since they married – his hard edges rounding after a few years of domestic life. But, Margo doesn’t mind. In fact, she likes him better like this.

A few months ago, when he told her that none of his old jeans fit anymore, she just about had an orgasm right then and there. He walked into the room with his doughy sides squishing out of the jeans, his small belly pressing against the seams. A perfect muffin top. They made love shortly after, Margo wanting his soft body pressed against hers.

For her own part, Margo has also gained a few pounds since she married Jon. Thirty, to be exact. At first, she was horrified. The number on the scale kept climbing. She blamed Jon and his habits for her rapid weight gain. For a few weeks, she tired running, cutting carbs, and counting calories. But, then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror . . . and she loved what she saw. She loved her new curves. The way her belly pushed forward. The new heaviness of her breasts. Jon seemed to love it too, which surprised her. He touched her more, his fingers lingering in places where she’d grown. He bought her new clothes and lingerie to accommodate for her size. Their sex was mind-blowing.

Jon catches Margo’s eye and winks at her. He scoops up a huge forkful of mashed potatoes and plops it in his mouth. His eyes dare her to do the same.

Margo smiles slyly to herself. She feels herself getting wet, just thinking of what Jon’s body will look like after this meal. Yes, Thanksgiving is undoubtably her favorite holiday.