I swear it's all water weight. It'll be gone by morning...

...Okay, I'm fat, but I didn't start off that way. You see, something about this time of year makes me an insatiable monster when it comes to food. Perhaps it's the cold weather, or perhaps it's the abundance of so many delicious goodies. I don't know.

What I do know is that when I sat down for the meal, I was both ravished, and wearing a set of clothes much too loose on me, but hey, since it was only immediate family at the dinner, there was no real need for fancy dress.

First course came and went, as did the second and third. By this time I should have been full, but perhaps because of the chill in the air messing with my metabolism, almost everything I ate turned directly to fat, which emptied my stretched stomach enough to eat more food. This caused my once loose clothes to be filled rather quickly with my expanding body.

But did I stop? Of course not! Free food!

So I kept eating. Faster and faster I ate in order to fill my insatiable hunger, as the food piled into mounds and rolls on my body. I stopped using silverware after lifting my arms became a struggle. I spread my sausage like legs, which began to burst through the seams of my shorts, to allow my drooping apron of fat the freedom it needed to expand gracefully toward the floor. My tail became so thick that moving it lost all practicality.

All good things come to an end however, but with mounds and mounds of luscious blubber now coating my once skinny frame, I have a feeling the good times are just beginning. I slowly raise myself from the large wooden bench (originally intended for four, but perfect for a single obese fur), and with the slow deliberation of one who is unaccustomed to having a weight in the quadruple digits, I waddle carefully to the couch.

The short distance leaves me out of breath, and the collection of rolling flab I once called my legs taxed to their limit, but it's all worth it as I drift into a peaceful slumber; dreaming of the Christmas feast a month from now.