Holiday Feast
by EVP


Part 1: Feeding Frenzy

Kaitlyn surveyed the scene below her with mouth hanging open in salivating awe. There below she could see the better part of a holiday meal that the family had not manage to consume. There was just so much left over, she couldn't believe it. She had smelled the smorgasbord from outside the house and after a seemingly endless hour of searching for an entry, she had finally found her way in through a vent into the attic. Now, from a high a shelf in the kitchen, she dropped her six-inch, lithe elfin body silently to the top of the refrigerator, then to a counter, onto a foot stool, to the floor, onto a chair, and finally up onto the kitchen table, where the vast array of foods sprawled before her.

The closest item was a large pumpkin pie, to which she sidled as if not too eager, and stepped over the rim of the pan. Two slices had been removed, and what remained was as high as her knees in three quarters of the pan. She bent over and stuck three thin fingers into the thick custard, considering it briefly before pushing it into her tiny mouth. With full cheeks, she smiled blissfully at the flavor. Delicious. She needed more.

After two more handfulls, and heavy swallows she realized that this was far too delicious. The other food would just have to wait to be sampled. She dug out a much larger, heavier clump of the custard and lifted it toward her mouth. It was as big around as her face, but she slurped it down from her straining arms and then in a moment rested. Boy, it was good.

She patted her tummy and looked down at it. Previously, it had been slightly concave below her ribcage. Now it was ever-so-slightly convex. It felt good to her. As she patted it a little more, the grandfather clock chimed 11pm. There was still a lot of pie left, and seven or eight hours until the would come back people. Surely she could finish the piece and get out before dawn. No one would ever know. They'd chock it up to a father's midnight snack.

She knelt on hand and knees and began grazing the pie more directly. It seemed a more efficient method of consumption and she knew she would have to work hard to eat the whole piece. Although she loved eating, Kaitlyn had never attempted such a massive feat before. As she bit and swallowed gulp after gulp, she wondered how her body would handle it. Elves were extremely adaptable, but she was going to be very heavily laden. Would she be able to get away? The pie was simply too tasty to stop eating, and she pushed her concerns to the back of her mind, focussing on the delicious food she was now seemingly inhaling.

Having eaten a wide arc from in front of her, she crawled forward to reach more of the fantastic pie. As she did so, she felt her thighs bump against her burgeoning belly. Too busy eating to look she reached one hand to feel its girth. It swelled out spherically from below her small ribcage, and her shirt had come untucked from her green tights. Carefully, she unbuttoned her now overly constraining vest. Then, she brought her hand back to the ground so she could crawl forward again.

Still on hands and knees and eating a little faster now, she reached the crust of the pie just as her belly began to touch the pan below her. This stopped her for a moment, and she used the edge of the pan to bring herself to standing.

She looked down at her belly and grinned: so satisfied. Her belly was proportionally a third of her original size. Her shirt was stretched around it, the bottom spanning the circumference about an inch above her equator-like waistband. Her two round breasts perched now atop the giant globe of belly, framed on either side by her necessarily open vest.

Looking at the pie to see how much more of the slice she had left, she was shocked to see that she had crawled and eaten crossways straight through her intended piece and diagonally across through another to the pie's edge where she now stood. Quite honestly, she had been trying to rationalize how she could eat just a little more than the one piece. This presented an opportunity. "Oops." She thought. "Now I have to finish both."

She trudged over to the tip of her first piece, which she had eaten the middle from and she began on hands and knees again, this time thinking of it more like a task, but relishing each bite just the same. She ate and ate, dragging her belly under her as she went. In a few minutes she had finished the piece, crust and all, and now started working back to the center of the pie on the slightly larger second piece.

As she did this, she had to scramble more and more to move her huge belly. Her voracious eating was becoming a hindrance to further eating! Soon she was pushing with tip-toes just to be able to roll her hungry mouth closer to more sustenance. It was also getting difficult to breath, with all that pie pressing up into her ribcage.

As she wriggled her way to the last of the second piece, gasping and huffing to get there, almost unaware to her, her ribcage opened up, stretched out, and gave her more room to breath. That was one of two elven morphs she noticed. The other was that her feet were touching the edge of the pie pan, which was eight inches from the center. Her torso was stretching to accommodate her swelling form; it was great being an elf.

Now how to get away? Kaitlyn did her best to roll back off of her belly, and after getting a few pushes back and forth for momentum, succeeded. Half the pie still remained, but she knew that she should not eat any more. It would be hard enough now to get out of the house unseen. Surveying her expansive abdomen again, she likened herself to a large cantaloupe. Somehow, she managed to position her legs on both sides of her huge mass and hoist herself to standing. Her belly shifted and her hips somehow grew to accommodate and her legs became much farther apart. If she had known that this could happen, maybe she would have had the rest of the pie. Anyway, she needed to get going, and knew she could not stay.

Past the far side of the table, she could see a large glass door showing the darkness outside. Maybe it would provide an exit, for she certainly was not getting back to the shelf and into the attic. She stepped carefully over the rim of the pan, and strolled down the table amid the mountains of leftover food.

Halfway to the other side of the table was a plate with several baked potatoes on it. "Ooh! I've never had one of those before. Perhaps I can just have a bite, so see what it's like." So she did. A large bite. And although it seemed somewhat dry, it certainly was satisfying. Taking a second, larger bite, she revelled in how filling it seemed. The pie had been very rich, but the potato satisfied in a different way. She took four more bites and had eaten half of the potato. She now stood ten inches tall--four inches in added height, all at her belly. When she had arrived, it had been only an inch in height. Now it made up half of her entire stature.

"MMM!" this is so excellent. But I really cannot stay." She needed a method to finish the potato faster. Presently she found one. She lifted the remaining half above her head, lowered it to her widely stretch mouth, and pushed down on it. Somehow her mouth and throat managed to stretch around it, and she swallowed it down whole.

She exhaled, startled to discover what she could do. "Now that's eating!" she thought. She looked at the pile of potatoes and located the smallest of the bunch-about a third larger than the half potato she had just swallowed. She picked it up and choked it down. It was huge going down her throat and was entering her belly before it disappeared from the dim light of the kitchen. Her shirt now slid up her belly until it was stopped by her breasts, which had enlarged significantly since she began her feeding frenzy. The waistband of her tights held fast and continued to expand with her monstrous belly. Her legs were getting larger as well-both longer and much thicker. That and the last potato she had eaten put her at a foot high.

"I'm so big!" she marveled, with arms reaching out futilely to caress the far reaches of her tummy. "I want to be bigger!" And with that she successively stuffed down each potato on the plate, finishing the last two at the same time.

There was now no doubt that her elven genetics were working overtime for her. Her belly expanded in all directions around her. She was as big as a volleyball. Her arms were longer, but still barely reached halfway down her expansive and expanding belly. Her legs still held her steadily, now thick and powerful where once they had been thin and shapely. Although her belly was hugely disproportionate from the rest of her body, her head, arms, legs, and upper torso had grown significantly to adapt to her increasing size. She felt incredible. Powerful. Unstoppable. And hungry.

She could see down into a large, half-full gravy boat now. So she pulled straw from an empty glass and plunged it into the boat's depths. She swiftly sucked it down and moments later the straw made a sucking sound as the gravy supply hit bottom. She then adjourned back to the pie and wondered at small it now seemed. She polished off the remaining half in a matter of a few minutes. By the time she had reached the last piece, she was large enough to pick it up and squish it into her mouth. Bliss! To wash it down she finished off a mostly full glass of milk with the same straw from the gravy.

She was easily the size of a basketball now, and was having difficulty maneuvering among the plates. The table was getting a little too crowded with elf belly. However, she was now big enough to start using a serving spoon to shovel food into her mouth. All plans for departure were now off. She planned to polish off every bit of food on the table before leaving.

While feasting on candied yams, or maybe she had finished those and was working on a corn casserole, the family cat-a huge Maine Coon--had silently crept into the kitchen. In her consumption-induced frenzy, she did not see the beast until it was upon her. It deftly lunged at her head on, just as she was shoveling a huge bite into her mouth with a large serving spoon.

Her reaction was by this time pure instinct: she turned her open mouth toward the pouncing cat and swallowed it down in a huge gulp that stretched her so painfully, she passed out.

A moment or two later, Kaitlyn came to, with the cat still squirming inside her. "Blech," she thought, pulling some fine, long cat hairs from her tongue. She had been knocked off the table by the cat's force-it had been slightly larger than her. Without getting up, and with the cat wriggling inside her, she pulled the table cloth and caught a falling dish heaped with stuffing. She pushed gobs of stuffing into her mouth as quickly as she could, burying the cat in an avalanche of food. The struggling inside her subsided. And she stood again. The cat and stuffing had more than doubled her size. She could now just reach the tabletop with her outstretched hands.

She pulled the tablecloth again to move some items closer to the edge, then consumed each one as it arrived. First an apple pie, then a mince meat. Then a fruitcake, which she ate only because she would have felt like a cheater if she hadn't. She was as big as a bean bag now, and her eyes were high enough that she could see onto the table top now. She cased it out for whatever remained: a huge turkey, and a gigantic ham with pineapple rounds on top. Each went down her gullet whole and pushed her girth to new records.

What remained on the table were mere tidbits and scraps now, which she plucked and ate, feeling a little remorseful that the saga was approaching an end. And she felt quite tired as well, and decided to take a brief rest before departing. Having swallowed the family cat, she expected little problem with a brief nap. Near the door, she plopped onto her belly and gave out a long sigh as she drifted into sleep. The last thing she could recall was the grandfather clock striking three.


Part 2: A Family Matter

Poke.

Poke. Poke.

Kaitlyn opened an eye to see a small boy, maybe four years old, poking at her immense belly. Her eyes went wide as she realized where she was, and what was happening: by letting a human see her, she had broken the universal elf code. This was trouble.

"Are you a toy?" the little boy whispered.

Kaitlyn didn't know what to say at first, then her eyes narrowed with an idea. She made them big and round and as cute as possible again, and sighed "Yes I am. Will you give me a hug?" It was a risk, but she had to try something.

The little boy smiled at this and eagerly put his arms around her huge belly. She was almost the boy's size so Kaitlyn reached her arms around his neck and hugged back…quickly slipping her mouth over the top of his head, maneuvering him into optimal swallowing position and forcing him down her throat by pulling and pushing him, and thrusting off the wall with her legs.

She got him down to past his waist quickly, but had to wait until his kicking legs stopped. She then pushed those in as well, savoring the thrill of eating something so large and alive. The cat had been less-than-pleasant, but the boy was terrific. She stood up, now three and a half feet high. The clock struck six and outside the glass the first hints of daylight were breaking through. She considered leaving.

She opted to explore the kitchen for more food.

The refrigerator provided a new trove of splendid consumables, and she made her way through them with increasing urgency: gallons of milk and juice, meats, vegetable, fruits, ice cream from the freezer. She then proceeded to put way everything in the cupboards: boxes of cereal and cake mix, breads, a canister of oats. She also found that removing the food from its packaging was too time consuming. She pushed in whole bags of flour and sugar. All this made her inconceivably enormous: four and a half feet around, five feet high, a giant walking belly, high atop which perched a head about the size of a child's football.

The kitchen was cleaned out. She had eaten it all. There was nothing left. So much food, now all gone. "It must be a very big family, to have had so much" she thought. "But it's all gone now." She felt proud and remorseful. I hate feeling remorseful. It makes me want to eat. She surveyed the scene again, looking for any last food, but the whole kitchen was food-barren.

Then another idea crept into her head. She squeezed out the kitchen door into the dining room. There she found way into the living room into a long hall. There were five doors, two of which were open. The first was a child's room—probably the little boys, she thought, since the bed was empty. She liked the bed's emptiness because she knew it added to her belly's fullness. "We need more empty beds," she thought.

The next open door was a bathroom, and across from that she quietly stole into the slightly ajar door to another bedroom. There in the bed a fourteen year old girl slumbered peacefully. In the warmth of the room, the girl had pushed away her covers. Kaitlyn was shocked by the youth's figure: she was probably five foot three, very shapely, with breasts like twin honeydews. With her heart racing in excitement and anticipation, Kaitlyn licked her lips.

Carefully she laid on her belly next to the bed where her next snack lay sleeping. Kaitlyn positioned her mouth as close to the girl's head as she could, just at the edge of the bed. Then, she reached up to the girl's arms, gently pushed a big, fleshy breast out of the way, so she could use the girls arms as handles to pull her down. Kaitlyn then pulled hard and quick, getting the girls head into the back of her mouth and down her throat with only a brief gasp from her victim. She pushed the girl further in as she strained to stretch her mouth around the girls oversized mammaries. After that, it was easy going, and the girl joined her younger brother and cat in the depths of the engorged elf's stomach.

"Ohhh," Kaitlyn groaned with excitement and arousal. The young girl had seemed so fertile and nubile. It added to the appeal of consuming her. It added to the satisfaction of having her inside. "I need another just like that one," thought Kaitlyn as she stood back up, now six and a half feet high and nearly as big around.

In the next room, she found her prayers answered. Another daughter, this one closer to nineteen. She was about five foot eight, with deliciously rounded hips and big, round, fat breasts offset by an almost comically thin waist. The girl's face was a lovely visage of young womanhood. And those breasts: the elf looked at them again to try to put a size on them. They were literally like watermelons. Kaitlyn had found a family of sex bombs!


Part 3: The Ending

Licking her lips, Kaitlyn attempted to enter the room , but found that the doorway was slightly narrower than the previous. This served to make her all the hungrier. There in front of her was the most delectable morsel yet, and here she was inhibited from eating because of too much eating. At the moment she was really hating irony.

Presently she came to a method of entry: She leaned forward to put her proportionately tiny head and arms through the door as she rolled onto her belly. This allowed her to pull the start of her monstrous girth through the door, and scrambling with her feet, clawing with her hands, and doing her best to slither and undulate with her belly, the oversized elf managed to ooze herself into the bedroom to meet her awaiting meal. Unfortunately, the process made a considerable amount of noise, which stirred her sleeping victim.

Round baby blue eyes opened and the sleeping titty queen sat up on her full-sized bed. Her breasts rested in her lap. She focussed in surprise at the dauntingly huge figure wallowing on the floor at her bedside and went wide-eyed and gasped. Her eyed then narrowed and she craned her head forward to look better, but she was still too groggy to make any sense of the threat posed to her.

The young woman rubbed her fists over her eyes to shake off the sleepiness and disbelief, and as she did so Kaitlyn swiftly puled herself up to the bed, and enveloped the tired breast goddess's head and arms in her mouth. The girl struggled, but only managed to stick her arms down Kaitlyn's eager throat in such a way that she could no longer use them. This helped to narrow her shoulders, allowing Kaitlyn to swallow her victim down to her prodigious chest. That's where Kaitlyn started having some trouble. Her victim's kicking subsided quickly, bit her balloon-like mammaries managed to impede further progress.

Kaitlyn got past the breasts by determination and brute force. She had to push the girl's beautifully round posterior against the wall and lean hard into it. Slowly the supple mounds of flesh yielded into Kaitlyn's maw and down her throat, bulging out and stretching Kaitlyn all the way down. After that it was easy going to the trim little waist. Then she had to employ the same techniques when she reached the girls curvaceous hips. The legs went down easier with every inch, and Kaitlyn sat up as the girl's painted toenails disappeared from view. Kaitlyn rubbed the top of her expansive, expanding belly with an air of complete satisfaction. She was excited beyond belief at her night's accomplishments. And she estimated that there would be two more: the mother and father, probably in the same room together. That might prove a challenge.

If Kaitlyn's entry had been difficult, her exit was now astoundingly so. Her form was eight feet around and just as high. She felt as though her legs were still below her, but her method of locomotion was more of a shimmying than anything else. To the doorway she moved and then stopped. She was taller than it. She was wider than it. She considered it briefly when down the hall she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, and then footfalls on carpet approaching.

A woman walked right past and through the bathroom doorway, completely unaware of the belly-barricade blocking the daughter's room. The woman Kaitlyn saw had obviously been the genetic wellspring for her two daughters: Her nightgown swelled out two feet in front of her with two huge dangling orbs at the belly—breasts that dwarfed her eldest daughters by double.

Kaitlyn was stricken by shock. Even though she had just awoken, the mother was absolutely stunning, and sported a pair of breasts like none Kaitlyn could imagine. The size of them! The challenge! Kaitlyn lost her senses and squeezed her way through the bedroom doorframe forcefully, bending the doorframe wide, breaking the drywall. She turned down the hall, which was now far too narrow to accommodate since her last course, breaking walls outward around her. She burst into the bathroom in a similar fashion and found the mother looking up in terror from where she was washing her face in the sink Wasting no time she descended upon this veritable Mother of all Breasts and engulfed her swiftly and efficiently by using her weight as she came down on top of the woman. It was a colossal swallow—Kaitlyn's mouth stretched to new records. (Her neck had all but disappeared into her profuse belly at this point.) The feeling was unsurpassed by anything all evening as Kaitlyn swallowed her down hard into her shamelessly obese gullet.

The bathroom was scarcely large enough for Kaitlyn to turn around, and she damaged more walls beyond repair doing so. Back down the hall she plowed shaking the house to its very foundation. At the final bedroom she expected to be confronted by the wakened father who would certainly cause difficulty. But as she crashed into the room she found him sleeping on the bed. A mountain of a man--he must have been seven feet tall and 350 pounds—he snored on, wearing a sleeping mask and earplugs. Kaitlyn grinned. Such a wonderful final gift from such a generous family.

Oddly the man never stirred as she crushed the bed under her 9 foot wide pulchritude, nor as she lifted his head into her mouth and choked him down, stretching her out another foot.. Simply amazing, she mused, lying on the bed and staring at the decimated doorway and demolished hallway.

She knew what had happened to her. It was something rumored to happen to any elf who overate, but she never believed it. She had become an Ogre—an elf who had gone off the feeding deep-end. She would now always need to consume huge quantities to sustain herself.

Oh, well, thought Kaitlyn, I could never go back to being a tiny elf anyway.

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