Kayla looked over her table one last time, making sure everything was ready for the coming festivities. When she was sure the feast was fully prepared, she went to her bathroom to take another look at her outfit.
The dragon was wearing a black, button-up, collared shirt for a top, and blue skinny jeans to cover her legs. As for what was showing, the lower half of her face had a grayish-purple shade of scales on it, and the upper half was covered with scales of a darker shade. She had dark blue eyes and dark blue hair, and an expression that seemed to suggest that she was open to almost anything.
A ring of her doorbell alerted her to some expected guests, or so she thought. Her friend, Marna, who was a chinchilla, had claimed he would bring a few friends of his. She opened the door, however, and only saw Marna himself standing in front of her with a smile.
Marna was slightly shorter than Kayla, but still came up to near her chin. He had green hair between his two small ears, and a green nose on his snout. The upper half of his face had pink fur on it, while the lower half had an almost-white shade covering it. He was wearing his signature bright red scarf, and a red button-up shirt that was tailored to fit his body. His large, bushy tail swayed behind him, and with a smile he greeted his host. “Hey, Kayla! Thanks for having me over!”
Kayla chuckled and stepped to the side, letting Marna into the house as he walked past her. “Glad to host the festivities. Say, where are your friends?”
“Oh, pretty much all of them cancelled on me. It’ll just be us today.” Unknown to Kayla, Marna was smirking deviously. He had something planned for Kayla, and all was going perfectly for him so far.
Kayla blushed. She had made enough food to feed at least ten furs, if not more. Regardless, having at least someone over to spend some time with could be nice. “Well, I guess I’ll have to figure out what to do with a lot of the food…”
Marna reached the dining room and examined what Kayla had made. She loved to cook as a hobby, so it was no surprise to see how much food was on the table. His eyes moved from one end of the table to the other, seeing a turkey next to some stuffing right away. Continuing down the table, he saw a bowl of mashed potatoes next to some sweet potatoes, followed by a large salad, and finally two pecan pies. With his plan in mind, and some extra supplies hidden within the bushy fur of his tail, Marna and Kayla had some casual conversation over some beverages.
Eventually, Kayla had to use the restroom, and the moment she was out of the room, Marna reached into his massive amounts of tail fluff and pulled out a bag of powder, spiking Kayla’s drink with its contents. When the dragon came back, their conversation continued, at least until Marna’s special ingredient kicked in…
Kayla yawned, suddenly feeling very sleepy. “Man, why am I so tired today? I know I woke up early, but—” another yawn interrupted her sentence “—I’m just… drained…” without another word, her eyes slowly closed and she leaned back against her seat in the couch, drifting into unconsciousness.
Marna giggled to himself. “Perfect, now you just sleep there and I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable…” He got up from his seat and approached the sleeping dragon, picking her up with a grunt. He carried her to the table full of food and sat her in a chair at one end, setting her down softly enough that it wouldn’t disturb her at all. He left the house for a moment and retrieved a rope from his car, bringing it back and using it to securely tie Kayla’s arms and legs to the back of her seat.
Now all Marna had to do was wait. He spent the time thinking about how the next part of things would go, and how much fun it would be for the devious chinchilla.
After about half an hour, Kayla woke up to find herself tied to a chair. Her first instinct was to struggle in an attempt to break free from her restraints, but that amounted to nothing. Looking around, she saw she was still in her house, and was in front of her giant feast. Behind her, she heard Marna’s voice. “Well, Kayla, I guess I have some explaining to do. To start, I never had any friends coming over, I just wanted to get you to make much more food than you normally would’ve made.”
Kayla was getting somewhat mad at Marna by now, and voiced her concern. “Well, what did tying me to a chair have to do with anything?!”
“Well, we don’t want all this food to go to waste, do we? SOMEONE has to eat it!”
Kayla finally realized what was going on, and she started to panic. “C-come on, Marna! We can just put it in some Tupperware and save it!”
Marna chuckled to himself and stood up, grabbing a fork and knife and cutting into the turkey. He took off a huge chunk of meat and held it up, judging its size. “Nah, I think I have a much better container right next to me…”
Kayla moaned to herself as Marna approached her. Some struggling ensued in terms of forcing her mouth open, but soon Marna won out on that front, forcing the meat into Kayla’s mouth and making her gulp it down.
This continued until Kayla had, unwillingly, eaten the entire turkey. Her stomach was distended visibly, and the dragon felt extremely full already. Marna, though, was still smiling as he looked at Kayla’s gut. “Making decent progress, Kayla, but you still have SO much more food to eat!”
Kayla tried to say something in protest, but already she was too tired to even do that. She simply moaned as Marna grabbed the stuffing and started shoving heaping spoonfulls down her throat. Her belly grew further outwards as it was forced to make room for the incoming food, and by the time the stuffing was gone, the buttons on her shirt were beginning to strain to hold in her basketball-sized stomach.
More and more food was forced into Kayla’s stomach, the buttons soon popping off of her shirt one by one. Her exposed, purple-scaled middle kept expanding, nearing the size of a beach ball before Marna finally held the last piece of food in his hands: a single piece of pecan pie.
Kayla had given up resisting completely, and only a moan escaped her as she swallowed the previous helping of pie. Marna, still smiling, teased the dragon. “Man, you’re looking pretty full!” He patted her stomach a couple times, receiving a loud rumble in return. “Heh, even your gut’s putting up a fuss.”
The chinchilla sat down, deciding to eat the piece of pie himself. He put the plate on the table in front of him and moved to Kayla’s restraints, untying the ropes and watching as her first reaction was to groan and rub her belly, leaning forward and resting her chin atop her overextended middle. She couldn’t focus on anything other than how full she was, and her thoughts were extremely foggy. Marna was saying something to her, but she could barely make out any of it as she yet again began to fall asleep, this time from a food coma. Before she drifted into unconsciousness, though, she heard one last comment from Marna:
“Happy thanksgiving, Kayla!”