Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! Although he isn't Canadian, Johnny decides to celebrate the best way he knows, with a traditional Thanksgiving feast! Since nobody came, he eats all of it himself!
Featherhead shows up late, and finds all of the food eaten and a massively stuffed fox on the sofa.
Originally wrote something with Cheekers, but I felt it fit Johnny better...
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Day Ten: (Prompts used: “Bloated”, “Blood”)
Featherhead shows up late, and finds all of the food eaten and a massively stuffed fox on the sofa.Originally wrote something with Cheekers, but I felt it fit Johnny better...
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(And now for something completely different)
Fatty Ratty Foxy Mayhem
Day Ten: (Prompts used: “Bloated”, “Blood”)
“Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!” Johnny said to himself, as he looked at his watch changed to 4:31 PM, “It looks like nobody else is coming, so I better get started!” Sure, the fox did send out invites to his friends and a few family members, he was hoping that they would have either been busy or just plain confused that he’s celebrating the wrong country’s version of a well-liked holiday. He looked at the grand feast that he had spent the last half a day working on, and it was all going to pay off.
At the center of it all was the absolutely massive turkey, weighing in at 85 pounds of bird, it was a mere pound off from matching the world record for the largest, and it was so large that it almost didn’t fit inside the oven. Next was some of the classic side-dishes, Mashed Potatoes, Stuffing, Gravy, each one having insane proportions to match the size of the turkey. Less exciting was the vegetables served on the side, simple things like corn on the cob, roasted carrots, boiled green beans, merely here for the sake of tradition. Alongside the spread contained several baskets of bread rolls, there was enough bread in this room that it allowed Johnny to claim that he was a bakery on his taxes. For dessert was a grand selection of pies; apple pies, cherry pies, key lime meringue pies, pumpkin pies, each one waiting to be served with whipped cream. Aside from the pie selection, Johnny also had acquired a couple of rich chocolate cheesecakes, a chocolate-lovers’ dream in each bite!
“You and I are going to have a lot of fun,” Johnny said to the various pies and cheesecakes, “but I’m going to have to save all of you for last, I can’t spoil my appetite by filling up with sweet pastries, after all!”
Being the only one eating, the plump fox decided to skip grabbing a plate and cut right into the juicy roast turkey and started eating straight off of the bird itself. Table manners weren’t necessary as Johnny was the only one there, and with that much food, it was hard not to make a complete mess of himself and the surrounding table. Massive chunks of turkey, covered in gravy soon met the mounds of mashed potatoes and stuffing he had already shoveled into his maw. Slowly but steadily the turkey was stripped of its meat, until each bone was picked clean.
The fox leaned back, satisfied but not yet finished, there was still more to be eaten. Taking the remaining potatoes, stuffing, and gravy, Johnny mixed them all together into a kind of sludgy mass that was easily gobbled up, each container wiped clean with a bread roll that was promptly eaten, leaving no evidence that each bowl, platter, and pot had even held food in the first place. Each corn cob had been stripped of kernels, and each carrot and green bean had been decimated. It was insane that all of this food, something that could have fed his already large extended family had disappeared down the throat of a single, silver fox.
Johnny stood up for the first time in hours, his massive stomach sticking straight out and fighting the force of gravity that made it droop downwards past his knees and threatening to touch the floor. Bloated was an understatement at this point, the fox was stretched to the point that you could swear you could see between the dense fur on his belly, maybe even his pores and blood vessels if you got really close and squinted.
Awkwardly wobbling, Johnny cleared off the table and started getting it ready for dessert, piles of pies and cheesecake took the place of the equally massive main course and its side dishes, and the fox plopped back down in his seat, ready for a second round.
“I told you I’d get back to all of you,” Johnny giggled to himself as he looked at all of the desserts, “Now what one of you am I going to eat first?”
A dutch apple pie was chosen to join the rest of the food that had occupied Johnny’s stomach. Silverware wasn’t necessary at this point, as he dug into the flaky crust and crumble topping with his bare paws and brought the hunk to his face and crammed it in, a cherry pie followed, then a pumpkin pie, Johnny kept greedily eating without a care, only pausing to slather each one in whipped cream before continuing his gluttonous rampage…
“Oooooh,” Johnny moaned, the fox had miraculously overstuffed himself and hadn’t yet exploded, “Come here you little cheesecake, I saved you all for last, and I’m going to savor every bite!” And savor he did, mostly because he felt that he would explode if he went any faster.
Once everything had been finished, he slowly, painfully waddled into the living room and plopped on the couch. Johnny felt like he had eaten enough for a couple of lifetimes, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Right when he got comfortable, a knock came at the door.
“Come on in,” Johnny reluctantly said, “The door’s unlocked!”
“Hey Johnny! Sorry that I’m late, but my phone was dead and I didn’t get your invite until just now. I thought I’d at least stop by to see if there was anything left…” Dabbird turned to see the sight of the massively bloated fox lazing on the couch. “I’ll take that as a no, I guess…”
“Yeah, nobody came so I ate everything. But to make it up to you, how about I order us some pizza?” Johnny said, suddenly hungry again.
Category All / Fat Furs
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