November Story - Thanksgiving Stuffing (Ch. 2) (Patreon)

When you’re a kid, waiting a whole year for one measly holiday to happen feels like an eternity. Meanwhile, everything flies by when you’re an adult. A year now feels like a month.

I never cared much for Thanksgiving until that fateful year I met Beth Hargrave. I started to think about bellies and women eating a lot. Things got weirder when I became fixated on specific cartoon episodes that included bloated bellies. This included, but were not limited to, the “Bat Pack” episode of Sabrina, the Animated Series, that old Charlotte’s Web cartoon movie where the rat eats a lot, and Nabnut the Squirrel from the video game Banjo-Kazooie. This was before the Internet really became a thing, so I replayed these three pieces of media that following year to no end, even to the point of breaking our Charlotte’s Web VHS tape.

Nobody in my family noticed this obsession. It was a secret out in the open that nobody batted at an eye at. Fetishism is so much different than conventional porn that way. The most anyone ever noticed was when my mom saw me playing Banjo-Kazooiefor the hundredth time and said, “You really like that game, don’t you?”

Then, at last, Thanksgiving came again.

Like the previous year, I welcomed Beth and Uncle Joe at the front door. Uncle Joe was surprised to see me open the door before they even knocked. He looked at me weird for a moment and said, “Oh. Hey, Tommy! Saw us through the window, eh?”

Beth wore something slightly dressier than last year. This time she wore tight, black, high-waisted dress pants with a zipper and a hook instead of a button. Accompanying it was a ruffled long-sleeved dress shirt. Her face was the same – that happy disposition with her big dopey glasses that I loved.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Tommy!” she said, beaming while holding a container of stuffing.

I sat in my usual seat, which was the end of the table facing everybody. However, Beth didn’t sit next to me this time. This wouldn’t do that all. I had to sit next to her. So I picked up my glass of Coke and sat next to her.

Almost the entire room fell silent. Mom looked at me and said, “You’re not sitting at your usual seat?”

Beth looked down at me.

Shit. Did I give myself away? Was this too obvious? When you’re a kid, you tend to not realize until it’s too late that something you did was too obvious.

Uncle Joe ended up saving the awkward silence. He dismissed it with a wave of his hand and said, “He’s getting older. He’s switching it up this time. Right, Tommy?”

“Yeah.”

I felt my cheeks get hot as I avoided eye contact with Beth.

To cover myself, I pretended to ignore Beth during a quarter of the way through dinner. She asked me to pass the sweet potatoes, and I just sat there staring at my food. My mom had to be the one to snap me out of it, saying, “Tommy! She asked you a question. Aren’t you paying attention?”

Beth said calmly, “Don’t worry about it. I can get it. He’s probably had a long day.”

Halfway through dinner, she caught my attention by saying, “Your uncle says you play a lot of video games. I play video games too!”

I beamed. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah! I have the original Game Boy with me.”

“Can I see it?”

Beth looked around at everyone still eating. She whispered, leaning over, “After dinner. I wouldn’t want to upset your mother or anyone else. Promise me you’ll eat your food and THEN I can show you.”

I don’t think I ever ate my dinner fast enough.

Beth eventually sat back in her chair like last time and commented on how full she was. She didn’t undo her pants this time, but they sure looked tight around her waist. Her belly was overflowing, covering her waistline, and the hook on her pants looked like it was going to burst any second.

“Ufff,” she said. She patted her belly. “Look. It’s another food baby. Wanna rub it?”

Yessssssss.

The moment I had been waiting for. One moment that took a year of waiting.

I rubbed that taut, gurgling belly. I can still remember how her shirt felt, the patterns on it. She had her shirt tucked in, which accentuated how tight her pants looked. Even her thighs were more noticeable this time around. I began to be more aware of a woman’s body that way. When she got up to show me her Game Boy, I became fully aware of how big her butt looked in those tight dress slacks.

I marveled at the blocky giant screen. She had Tetris in the slot.

“Cool, isn’t it? Must seem like an ancient relic to you, haha.”

“Can you play a game with me?” I asked.

“Sure! What do you have in mind?”

I showed her my room and that was probably the most I ever talked to anyone ever. I showed her my Nintendo figurine collection, my Lego sets, my bookshelf, and my Nintendo 64 and Super Nintendo.

We agreed on playing Mario Kart 64. At age 6, I already had a woman I liked playing a video game with me in my room. Beth was not at all accustomed to the Nintendo 64, so she lost badly. I showed her how to play though, because for the first time ever someone had tried to connect with me by partaking in something I liked to do. My parents never had any interest in playing video games with me. Uncle Joe thought they were cool, but he never really played with me. Beth was the first person to ever play with me, before I had friends over.

While we played, I noticed she held in her burps. She hiccupped from time to time, and then stifled her belches by putting her hand to her mouth, emitting a low rumble that went uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp. The longest one lasted maybe five seconds, and at the end she let out a little gasp and said, “Excuse me! Sorry. I ate too much.”

Without announcing it, she undid the hook on her pants. I paid attention to the game while noticing her do this in my periphery. We both sat on the floor cross-legged playing the game. Doing so probably put pressure on her belly with those tight pants. She didn’t unzip her pants because her bloated gut did the work for her – the zipper just effortlessly slid down the moment she unlatched that hook. She gave an audible sigh of relief.

We played maybe three entire cups in the game. She never seemed discouraged at losing and always wanted to beat me. The closest she got was 4th to my 1st.

Beth then yawned and laid on her back on the floor. She groaned and rubbed her belly, then got up with a lot of effort.

“Uff. I ate so much. I need to take a nap. Sorry, kiddo. I’m going to go into a food coma. But it was so much fun playing with you! One day, if I’m at Uncle Joe’s, we should play Super Mario Bros. 3 for the NES. Have you ever played the NES before?”

The NES was one generation before my time. I shook my head, but was eager that she knew what it was and how to play it.

I watched as she retreated to the guest room. After closing the door, I loitered in my room not knowing what to do next. The rest of the family was in the living room chatting, drinking, and going about the rest of the night.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit, and then the urge to check in on Beth overwhelmed me.

The guest room was the last room in the hallway, so it was away from all the hubbub of the holiday. The hall was dimly lit from the light that shone from the living room. I crept up halfway down the hall to the guest room door, and then stopped to check if I could hear her. After not hearing anything, I crept up to the door and pressed my ear against the door.

She was snoring.

I felt giddy inside. I wanted to spy on her. I thought about her lying on her back with her bloated gut, unable to move or do much except burp and groan.

I slowly turned the doorknob.

The door creaked a little, and my heart raced as I froze thinking she would wake up.

Beth continued to snore.

I cringed as I pushed through the creaky door.

What little light from the hallway illuminated the room barely enough for me to see her lying on her side facing the wall. She didn’t tuck herself in, so her back was facing me.

I giggled a little at how loudly she snored.

I continued to creep up to her, until I was right besides her. I wanted to see that belly one more time. I craned my neck over her body to see it lying there, still having broken free from the restraints of the hook and the zipper.

I giggled some more, but then froze when her belly gurgled. She moaned in her sleep a little. I was mortified, thinking she was waking up. No, she was just a relatively noisy sleeper. She gave a raspy sort of snore and then snorted and snored deeply again. Something about her exuded some sort of manliness that I never saw expressed in a woman before. She was noisy, loud, and obtuse – always eating a lot when I saw her when I never saw a woman eat before. The paradigm I grew up with was that women were expected to eat less and weigh less. That was something my mom always complained about – having to go to Weight Watchers and dreading her figure. But meeting Beth changed everything. She showed something forbidden. She openly embraced eating a lot. She openly expressed it. And I , ever so curious, wanted to see more.

Beth’s stomach gurgled violently.

She did something that further spread out my odd fetishes.

She farted right in my general direction.

The fart sounded like an explosion of ducks. Loud, abrasive, and terribly wet.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRFFFFFfffFFffFFFppppppppppPPPpPppphhhhhhhHHHHBBBbbbbBbbRRrrrrRRrRrPPPbbbbBBTTTT!

It reminded me a lot of a fart sound effect from a cartoon.

Beth moaned, this time as if satisfied. She rolled over and I immediately ducked out of sight. She smacked her lips and moaned in satisfaction again, then continued snoring. I slowly realized that she was still asleep, but instead of daring to stand up I crawled along the floor and quickly closed the door behind me, somehow without slamming it

My heart thumped loudly. I felt as though I had committed a crime, a high-stakes heist.

I still remember my immediate reaction after I closed the door.

“Wow,” I murmured.