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A Feastful Thanksgiving For Curves

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My my girlfriend and I have been dating for a year. I am a feeder so I'm that year I have been feeding her and fattening her up. Now it's thanksgiving and we are going to her parents house for dinner, curious to see what they think of her new weight and appetite.

Chapter 1: Introduction

"Wow you look amazing!" I said to Emily. She was standing looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an auburn colored dress that showed off new new curves.

"This outfit is definitely going to get some reaction when we arrive."

Emily said as she smiled, running her hands over her hips, gently cupping her ample bust.

"Don't worry baby, I have a plan."

"Oh really? What's that?"

"Well, let's just say I've prepared something special for our arrival."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," I whispered, giving her a playful nudge towards the door.

"Trust me, everything's gonna be fine."

We left the room hand in hand, my heart pounding in excitement. I couldn't wait to see the surprise on everyone's faces when they saw the new Emily.

As we made our way down the block, the scent of roasting turkey filled the air, reminding us of the feast that awaited us. The anticipation of the moment grew stronger with each step we took.

Finally, we stood before the cheery little house where we would share our first meal together since Emily revealed her new appearance.

It was a daring move that had taken a great deal of courage, yet the anticipation of the encounter gave her a confidence that shone like a beacon.

"I can't believe we're finally here - thanks for having the guts to take this risk, Emily." I offered her a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Hey, no problem," she replied, flashing me a sassy grin.

"After all, it's not every day one gets to show off their hot new bod, right?"

"Right," I chuckled, "but what I meant by 'guts' was more the emotional aspect of it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she sighed, fidgeting with her fingers. "It's just... I care so much about them, y'know? My parents, my siblings...

It's just hard sometimes to know if they'll understand or not."

"Well," I said, reaching out to squeeze her hand reassuringly, "I'm sure they'll appreciate the honesty, Em."

"You think so?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Absolutely," I replied confidently. "And even if they don't understand right away, they'll come around eventually."

"Thanks," her voice cracked slightly, and she paused for a moment to compose herself.

Then we walked up to the front door and knocked.

We could hear the muffled sounds of conversation inside, and then the door swung open. Emily's mom, dad, and sister were there in the entryway, smiling warmly in greeting. Emily looked at me nervously, but I gave her a gentle nod of encouragement.

"Hi guys!" Emily called out cheerfully. "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Great, honey!" Emily's mom replied, stepping forward to hug her daughter.

The last time they had seen Emily over a year ago, she had been

rail thin and hardly ate anything. Now, she was nearly twice her previous size, sporting a curvy figure and an appetite that matched her growth. Her once small breasts now generously filled her DD cup bra and strained the fabric of her dress. Her stomach used to be flat and toned but now Emily had a round, jiggly belly and love handles on her wide feminine hips. Her thighs and butt had grown very plump and shapely, creating a lovely pear shape. Her face, which used to be thin and chiseled, now had prominent cheekbones and a softer jawline. Her lips, fuller than ever, had turned pinker to match her cheeks.

Her mom looked at Emily with pride, and she wrapped her arms around her.

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