Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

A Turkey's Feast. (Pavita Pechugona)

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Pavita Pechugona X Reader 

Art by mellowhen

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I carefully took the large pumpkin pie out of the oven and placed it on a nearby cooling rack. It was one of five pies that I took out of the oven. The kitchen was hot and smelled of pies. That'll happen when you own four ovens and had been backing for the last three days.

It's been a long day but I was almost done. I stood in front of my creations, admiring all the hard work I put in. Before me was thirty five pies, all different flavors. From cherry, pecan, death by chocolate, apple, rhubarb, and of course pumpkin. 

*BBUUURRRPP*

A loud burp came roaring from the living room behind me. 

"Disculpe," said a Cuban accent female voice, "Vienen mas, mi querida."

"Yes dear, they are just cooling down," I called back.

I started to put some of the more cooler pies on a large serving cart, filling it up. The cart as soon fully loaded, heavy with pastries sweetness.

With a grunt, I pushed the heavy cart out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Entering the room, my eyes immediately turned to the bigger brown bird in the room. Sitting on a half squashed couch was the biggest turkey that anyone has ever seen. I would easily win the blue ribbon at any county fair with this beauty. Around the enormous bird pie tins lay empty, enough to to fill a pie judging contest at the state fair.

Pavita was currently eating a large chocolate pie, straight from the tin, using her enormous elephantine size turkey breast worthy of such a bird and a half. It was being barely contained within her gray hoodie that has become more a bra then a piece of clothing that kept her warm. Not that she needed that given her current stuffing. 

Even before she finished her slice, her face lit up upon my entrance. Her love of pie holds no bounds. With her plump fingers, she quickly pushed the remaining amount of pie she had into her mouth, choking it down her throat, and far into her boulder of a belly.

Speaking of bellies, her belly was as big and as hard as a boulder, but her desire to stuff was greater than how full she felt. It was the only thing big enough to hold up her bulbous breast. 

Her couch braking thighs took up every available inch of the sorry excuse for a couch. The sound of creaking wood and bent metal revealed her impressive weight. There was no chair on earth that can handle such a buttocks, that is if she could stand to find another chair. Despite wearing sweatpants, they could not handle such dark meat as they strained to hold her bulk.

"Gracias querido," she cooed as she wiped her mouth clean with one of her pillowy arms while stretching outward in a attempt to get another pie.

"Let me get that for you," I said, picking up a cherry pie. 

I didn't bother to cut the pie as she immediately grabbed the oversized pastry. Without hesitation she stuffed herself and consumed the entire thing within a minute. If she wanted to she could participate in a pie eating contest and win by a landslide. 

To think that at one time this Cuban turkey was a slender buxom beauty, the envy of women and desire of men. But that is old news, now she only has one admirer, me.

I placed the remaining pies around the over size hen, occasionally handing over a pie whenever she finished her current one. I could hear her strane breathing as her stuffed belly pressed into her lungs. She was an eating machine, pressing through her discomfort just to have the taste of sweets. 

It didn't take long before she finished most of the new batch. Her stomach was as hard  as a rock as her breathing became more shallow. I could see her discomfort as she slowly rubbed only her top off of her gut under her heavy breasts.

Seeing that she couldn't eat another bite, I began to put the remaining uneaten pies onto the tray to put them away. That's when I heard a groan coming from my stuffed turkey. Turning to her I saw a glint in her eyes as she stared down to one of my pies. Looking down I saw what she was looking at, a mix berry pie. Grabbing it I lifted it and placed it on top of her breasts near her face. With a heavy huff, she lifted her tired arms and grabbed the pie. Slowly lifted it up to her face, she started eating. She would wince in pain every time she swallowed but that didn't deter her as she slowly took bite after bite of the overly sweet pastry. 

After a grueling two minute and a half of eating she dropped the tin, falling to the ground with a tang. She looked almost green as she tried to keep down her latest meal. 

The suddenly, the sound of wood cracking and metal screeching as the heavy bird came falling down. The couch has finally given up, splintering into peices. The whole room shook as the near half-ton turkey came crashing down. Her body quaked upon impact, causing the discomfort bird to grab her mouth in attempt to hold everything in. But in the end it was too much as she let out a belch that could bring down a house erupted out. Everything in the room, including me, was blown away by her monstrous burp.

After a whole minute of belching everything settled down. I slowly stood and looked at Pavita to see if her was alright. 

"Disculpe. Creo que podría ir por otro pastel ahora mismo," she smiled.