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The holidays were a time for eating, and thusly Sasuke loved them. Friends were quite generous during that time too, what with leftovers and the like filling their fridges and their stomachs several times over thanks to all of the cooking that was done over the course of weeks during that time of year. This year was no exception, save for one major part. Sasuke had taken it upon himself to be a disposal of sorts for his friends' leftovers. This brought many a meal to the draolf, all of which he made short work of to further encase his beached form in even more adipose. He reveled in being fatter than made sense, and this holiday season had treated him well.

Gone was any sense of mobility, any inkling of movement, and any chance of Sasuke being more than a beast of consumption and comfort after his latest feast. Moving his arms? That wouldn't happen without a team of strong furs and butter. His legs? Those had been swallowed by the sea of stomach, which stretched over a yard before him... That yard being the part that made contact with the floor. His neck and jowls made his face sink into the ring of flab that they had become, his cheeks infringing heavily on his vision and forcing the draolf to squint out upon his next impossibly large meal. His rump? That had shattered the three-wide couch he had plopped himself on over two weeks prior, and grown so much since then that the evidence of his furniture ruination was hidden by actual feet of flab. To call him obese was a disservice. To call him fat? An insult. Massive, colossal, titanic... All those words paled in comparison to what Sasuke had eaten himself into, and the draolf only wanted more.

More had arrived too, as before him sat a conveyor with 77 full course meals on it. Each one was from a friend or acquaintance of the draolf, given to him to either dispose of or to help feed him even further past mere obesity. The portions ranged in size from normal for any anthro to the absurd, and the types of food were just as varied. Starters from salads to entire hoppers of fries, main dishes from steak to whole roast pigs, and desserts from slivers of a pie to multi-tiered monstrosities of cake that rose feet into the air. It was all there, each and every calorie of the feast, waiting for the draolf to begin. He could hardly contain himself as he looked out over the spread, drool pouring from both sides of his pouting muzzle, the fat of his cheeks and chins pulling his lips down. His eyes were slight with glee though at the generosity which had been shown to both him and his overengorged table muscle. Growling with greed, that bulky expanse of cavernous gluttony bid its owner to begin his feast, and Sasuke wasn't one to disappoint.

A large chute materializing before his gaping, hungry maw, and the whir of a motor signaled the start of the hybrid's meal. Sasuke grunted as he felt the first of many dishes slide into his maw, barely even tasting the flurry of flavors that assailed his tongue before he swallowed rather hard. He did notice enough of the food to taste the salad and dressing he had just devoured, but he has nary a moment to enjoy it before the main meatloaf dish came clattering down to meet his muzzle. Having the forethought to make each plate of his monumental feast edible, Sasuke paid little heed to devouring the dish the meatloaf arrived on before treating the pie that came after without a single thought. A full course meal done... And the draolf still had nearly eighty to go. Excitement welled up inside Sasuke with that prospect in his mind, and it kept him chomping messily as his feast poured down to him.

On the hybrid ate, each new dish or change in meals bringing new tastes and textures to the draolf. These new experiences only lingered for the briefest of moments before being replaced anew, but Sasuke didn't mind that in the slightest; if he liked it enough, he could very easily make a point of requesting more food. Thankfully, nearly every dish was spectacular to the draolf, as most of his friends were anywhere from good to excellent cooks. Sasuke was certainly not one to tolerate a bad cook, though, as evidenced clearly by his expansive frame. That was not a thought the draolf had at that moment, though, as his mind was focused on getting the entire turkey dinner with each and every fixing he had been offered up down into his eager stomach. A few hard swallows forced that turkey to be little more than a large bulge in his fattened throat before sliding down into his stomach, but the ensuing traffic jam of food it had created meant Sasuke had to get creative with his consumption to catch back up. Thusly, the hybrid decided to forgo chewing for several moments, allowing the food to just slide unimpeded down his throat and into the great chasm of his stomach. It was a crude method and meant the draolf got to taste even less of the cooking offered to him, but it meant even more excuse to procure more later; Sasuke was okay with that.

As more food passed through Sasuke's gluttonous maw, the draolf's gut began to grow. It was slow at first, barely even a bulge from his overblown middle that could be noticed. As the hybrid ate in, though, that bulge began to turn to a firm spot on his paunch. That spot spread, and it wasn't long before the entirety of Sasuke's bloated stomach was taut as a drum. Still, its owner ate on though, spurred on by the gnawing hunger he still felt in his mind even as his body began to wave the white flag of failure to finish his outrageous meal. Sasuke was nothing if not a determined glutton, though, and thusly on he ate still. His gut grew tighter and more full though, each swallow taking a little longer and ominous creaks coming from the surface of the greedy mutt that kept right on stuffing himself with reckless abandon. He switched back to letting food just pour down his maw, a task that was getting harder to accomplish as gravity was having to fight harder for enough pull to out weight the sheer lack of room inside the draolf below.

Looking through squinting eyes and over his bulging, packed cheeks, Sasuke saw the end of his feast. It was a doozy, an entire wedding party of food with the cake to match. The draolf had missed this friend's wedding, and in spite of that, he still got the food anyways because some were just that generous. It always made Sasuke so glad to have furs like those in his life; positivity was hard to come by, and friends like the ones who had donated their meals to the cause of a fatter Sasuke were just the right kind of positive for the mutt. He cherished them all, and their kindness... And of course, their food as well. It was the food at that moment that he cherished most of all, and seeing as the wedding, probably one of the most thoughtful of the bunch, was last... Sasuke was filled with a new spirit of determination. The wolfdragon was indeed going to finish his feast, even as he felt new stretchmarks starting to form under his thinning fur and the utter lack of room in his body; he was going to finish.

Swallowing hard and often between huffing wheezes of breath, Sasuke pushed through eight more meals before reaching the wedding fixings. The large cake had failed to show everything before it; all the catering from the wedding was right there too! This was no meal for the draolf; it was a feast in its own right as well. For the first time since he had started eating, Sasuke had to wonder if he could finish the feast without cheating the 'rules' of the holidays. The draolf made a point of forgoing his powers as a deity for the holidays, meaning he had to stretch his stomach and deal with the consequences of his appetite the same as every other fur during the holidays. It was a fun change of pace for himself, and one that made holiday meals that much more entertaining for both him and his hosts, or guests; he got full for once! The draolf felt stuffed to the gills though already, as he had many times over the prior weeks. To think he still had so much more to eat as well made him almost feel as though he could cheat, or he could forfeit. Almost.

Pushing doubt from his mind, Sasuke just ate on. His stomach groaned unhappily, his breath came in short, raspy wheezes as his lungs were smothered with stomach, and his fur around his midsection thinned enough to see the pink flesh beneath it and the angry forest of red lines beneath. It was a sight to behold, gluttony in its purest form, and the draolf reveled in it. He forced each swallow of food down as though he was running a marathon. He took each deposit of food in his stomach with a groan, the sheer act of eating making sweat pour from his body as it was the most effort he had expended in weeks. He was going to do it though, food pouring towards him rapidly as the cake ripped down... And fell... And then was consumed.

With the last swallow of cake down his throat, it looked as though he had finished, triumphant at last! Of course, sleep came nigh instantly to take the overstuffed blob of hedonism off to dreamland so that he could even attempt at digesting the disturbingly large feast he had just forcefully crammed into himself. Drooling and snoring from his food-caked muzzle in just moments... Sasuke had done it. He had eaten his Christmas feast and made it out without using even a bit of his power.

Now he just had to wait for the New Year's feast.