Thanksgiving has got to be My favorite holiday just because I get to eat like a true glutton without any remorse. No one can tell Me that I’m scarfing down My plate of food too quickly because it’s totally within the norm. No one can side eye Me for unbuttoning My pants after a hefty belly stuffing, because it’s to be expected. I have a large platter full of leftovers and I want to stuff Myself with a Thanksgiving feast for the second time. Wearing a sports bra and leggings, you can enjoy a view of My bare belly as I gorge. I’ve got everything but the turkey. Creamy mashed potatoes slathered in butter, cornbread stuffing, creamed corn, green bean casserole, a Hawaiian roll, homemade cranberry sauce, and candied yams, with water to wash it all down. What a perfect delicious lineup. I quickly begin to dig in. I’m hungry and ready to fill My greedy gut until it’s well past full. Eating forkful after forkful, I stuff My piehole with all the fixings of a true feast fit for a gluttonous brat like Me. Once I’m full, I just keep going. It’s too tasty to stop Myself. When I’m past My limits, I rub My swollen distended belly and show off from the side so you can see just how big and fat I am after this heavenly meal. Then I step on the scale to see where I’m weighing in after My second Thanksgiving feast.