Late story time... yay...

I really, really, REALLY hate to do this again, especially after already putting out so little content this month, but... I'm gonna be late with the MonSume exclusive fic.

If it's any consolation though, this is literally one of my favorite fics that I've written in recent memories. Seriously, this fic alone has thus far revitalized some of the kinky energy in my brain that had grown stagnant from work and constant life BS. I'm having an absolute blast writing it and I really hope that y'all enjoy reading it just as much.

'Course, I say that, but it's gonna be a little bit until the fic is even out for y'all to enjoy, soooo... crap.

I'll leave a link to a doc for the eventually finished fic on this post for anyone who isn't staying with me past this month. Go to the doc with your google docs and you should keep access to it so you can read the fic once I've finished it.

Oh, also, I'm adding a second doc link for another fic since... I kinda promised three fics this month and I only put out one? So I'll be trying to ride the excited wave I've gotten from this MonSume fic to finish another one right quick. I'll be posting that on the second doc link for the same reason.

MonSume fic link 

Other November fic link 

Also, just to prove that I HAVE been working on the fic and I'm not just making excuses... a small taste for y'all. I'm writing this one in a kind of first-person omniscient POV since it seemed to fit best with the sheer number of characters involved, so it's a good bit different than my other fics, but I hope it's still a good read all the same~.

(remember, it's a WIP - very little editing, so there'll be mistakes, and stuff's also potentially liable to change as needed in the final product)

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It may have been Thanksgiving, but the only thing Kimihito, AKA ‘Darling’, was thankful for was that Smith and her gang were too busy with work to make this mess of a meal any more chaotic.

Japan may not celebrate the typical holiday of Thanksgiving, but the same was not true for the demihumans living there via the foreign exchange program. Their Thanksgiving stems from the day peace was formally struck between demihumans and humans. In an effort to learn more about human culture, it was heavily derived from the American namesake. However, the difference in appetite between a human and the monstrous was just that - monstrous.

On this most gluttonous of days, we visit the household of one poor malleable fool, who we shall affectionately call 'Darling', as one of his charges enjoys calling him. Darling, for all intents and purposes, has been effectively abandoned by his family and has no friends to speak of. He has only a gaggle of horny demi-women that he was tricked into looking after. For some, this might seem like paradise, but as Darling is all too aware of…

Paradise and hell are usually two sides of the same coin.

“HEY! That was MINE! Darling made it SPECIFICALLY for me!”

“Oh really? I didn’t see your name on it, so I assumed it was for everyone. I’m so sorry~.”

“You’re lying! You are SO lying- HEY! That was mine too! And you’re smiling now! Damn it, Rachnera! STOP IT!”

“You two need to stop! This is a day to celebrate peace, so we should- AH, S-Suu! D-Don’t do that! Y-You have your own cranberry sauce- you don’t need to lick up what I’ve spilled on my- AH!”

“Suu!”

“Hmph! As if I would celebrate something peaceful like Thanksgiving! I should be outside, reaping the souls of those that need-”

“Papi thinks Lala should be eating too! Here, Papi will help!”

“What? Wait, d-don’t do that! The gravy is still hot- OW OW OW, MY NECK!”

With blank eyes, Darling stood in the corner of the room and watched the cavalcade of lewd anarchy taking place in his dining room. They were all good girls, in his mind, so he had taken it upon himself to budget and prepare a massive feast fitting of Thanksgiving for them. They'd been so happy when he’d surprised them with it, but now… the tired sap was regretting the first time he’d ever seen the words ‘Thanksgiving’ online.

Seven monster girls were haphazardly gorging themselves and each other around the extended dining table laden with foods fit for all palettes. Miia the lamia and Rachnera the arachne stood on opposite sides at the middle of the table, bickering with one another just as much as they were eating - which made for an impressive amount of squabbling since each woman was packing food away at a disgusting rate. The two shared similar diets of ‘as much meat as Darling would let them have’, so they’d gathered around the meaty center of the table and were competing over the heaping mound of meat dishes Darling had made. This was leading to them getting very meaty themselves, but we can look at that more in a minute.

Jumping to the head of the table, we have a woman with honor, vigor, and a massive problem with finding clothes that fit her. Even Centorea the centaur, as proud as she was and as worried as she was about maintaining her figure, had deigned to let loose on Thanksgiving. She was a pure herbivore, so her section of the table was littered with green litter. She had a few choice sweets around her as well, though. Namely, a sizable vat of cranberry sauce and a few fruity pies. Well, there had been the pies. Centorea had gotten a little excited over those and attacked those first. As a creature with two stomachs, Centorea was able to put away a sickening amount of food, but even her hefty lower half had a limit…

Moving on from them, at the other end of the table sat Mera the mermaid. Mera was the only one eating in peace and quiet, but for some reason, that only made her human host all the more worried. Well, we say ‘for some reason’ as if it’s a mystery, but we won’t lie- it isn’t. Mera is obsessed with fatalistic drama and has been casting some very hungry looks over at Darling as the meal has progressed. She also hasn’t set her fork down once, putting away the seafood dishes Darling had made for her at a slow but constant rate. One could only dream what was going on in that twisted head of hers… Again, we say that, but we do in fact know. This time, however, we’ll choose to keep this information to ourselves. It’s for your benefit, really. You should thank us.

Then there was Lala - Lala the dullahan. Lala can only be described as, in our words exactly, a cute, stupid, and horribly incompetent chunibyo. She was steadfastly refusing to eat, saying any number of delusional things, but really it was because she was on a diet after putting on a couple of pounds due to being the trashcan for Miia’s attempts at ‘cooking’. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for us), nobody in Darling’s household respects Lala’s wishes in any capacity. Sure, they may not do anything to harm her, but Lala’s position on the demi hierarchy was… pathetic. That was putting it kindly, by the by. After all, even at this very moment, she was getting piping hot gravy poured directly down her bare esophagus by the smallest and possibly weakest member of the household, yet was doing nothing to prevent it.

This is the moment where we can move on to our two favorite members of the household, and the biggest reasons why this meal will soon go so deplorably wrong. Papi the harpy and Suu the slime are the antagonists, the instigators, and the relentless feeders of Darling’s attempt at a harmonious Thanksgiving with his wards. These two held no stable place at the table, instead wandering around as it pleased them. First, we shall speak of…

Papi. The blue-feathered featherbrain ate her fill of food, then noticed that many of the others weren’t eating much. Now that simply wouldn’t do! Papi would make sure that everyone would eat their fill. She pointed out who made the food to Miia, which also got Rachnera’s gears going, and made sure the vat of cranberry juice ended up within ladle’s reach of Centorea. And, of course, she was personally feeding Lala at this very moment. None of this was malicious, of course. Papi’s just a generous idiot with a small stomach.

Now we have Suu. Just like Papi, Suu holds no grudges and has no plans. She’s just really, really hungry, has an almost limitless stomach capacity, and has no concept of personal boundaries. One can imagine what issues that might cause at a feast full of messy food and messy eaters, can’t we?

Now, as promised, we can return to Miia and Rachnera - and, more importantly, to the progression of their feasting. Countless meals had already vanished courtesy of their vicious fangs and more still were following suit. This effort had not gone unnoticed by their bodies, though it might still be too early for Darling to tell what was happening. Both women still had their slim figures on their human halves, after all. Just between us watching from afar, though… the two were anything but slim by demi standards.

Miia’s reptilian lower body was now overly heavy and getting progressively stiffer as she ate, feeling like an overstuffed sausage skin. Said stiffness was slowly advancing down her body, slowly but surely bloating out the endless tube of her stomach. Still, if one looked closely, one could see that a small bulge was starting to form on the lowest point of her human skin as well. It was a rare sight indeed for a lamia’s human half to ever sport a stomach outside of pregnancy, so it seems like Darling is in for a rare sight indeed…

But even rarer a sight was going to unfold across from Miia. Arachne’s held their eggs inside their bulbous arachnid bodies along with their meals, so their human stomachs were seldom ever filled out unless it was from fat. There was no fat causing the small lump Rachnera’s belly was sporting, however. It was all meat. Unlike Miia’s tub-like body, Rachnera’s body had to work harder to shift food between her stomachs. That took time - something that Rachnera was not giving her body. She was eating faster than her stomachs could work, and as a result, her human gut would soon start to expand quickly. Still, it would eventually just empty out into her thorax… so long as the arachnid body could still hold it, of course. That solid exoskeleton of hers doesn’t seem as if it can stretch too terribly much, though.

The two carnivorous demihumans kept up their little competition for a good while, squabbling all the while. Ah - in truth, squabbling was not an apt description. After all, Miia was the only one perturbed by the situation. Rachenera was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing, from Miia’s irritation to the joy of depriving the lamia of her precious Darling’s cooking to the growing pressure inside her bellies. She was sick like that. We still love her despite her malevolent nature, though~.

Similarly to the two frantic eaters in the middle, Centorea was yet to sport any kind of damage on her body from eating unless you were often worked with horses. To the experienced eye, however, one could tell that Centorea was heinously bloated. She wasn’t just eating salad, after all. Whole beets, bags of carrots, bushels of radishes, and even an entire watermelon had fallen to her hungry maw already. That wasn’t even accounting for the cranberry sauce she’d been guzzling as well. She was drinking the sauce as if it were water, washing down every other bite with a hearty gulp. Centaurs were another species that rarely sported a bloated human half, but at the pace Centorea was keeping, she may end up bigger than anyone else this Thanksgiving.

We’ll skip Mera here and visit Lala once more. The pale-skinned woman was frantically pleading with Papi to stop, but the harpy simply plastered a simple-minded smile on her face and started to scoop generous heaps of mashed potatoes down Lala’s throat. The dullahan could do nothing to stop this, either. Her body didn’t seem to be listening to her, oddly enough. Her head was set on the table, facing her body and watching as her hourglass figure slowly gained an unsightly bulge right where the sand would have trickled through. She also had to watch, with a dark blush on her cheeks, as her body squirmed in her seat and rubbed her swollen stomach shamelessly. Oh, and naturally, Lala could feel how uncomfortably full she was getting as well. She just couldn’t do anything about it. Oh, what a poor, helpless soul, having a body that loved to be stuffed and a head that hated it. We’re excited to see how Lala’s head handles her body’s demanding desire…

While we have a moment, let’s check back in with Darling. Ah, yes - he’s curled up in the corner now and was staring across the room with dead eyes. He was not watching the hell before him but was rather ruminating about the hell that awaited him after Thanksgiving was over. The dishes to be done, the clothes to be washed, the weight that would be gained, and the logistics of moving so many massive figures to their rooms when they’ve inevitably passed out from food comas. Good luck, Darling. We’ll be praying for you.