Tracey Gets Tricked, Then Triumphs, On Thanksgiving

Commission for Peter Kile! Tracey goes to her neighbors' Thanksgiving celebration . . . only to find out that SHE is their turkey!

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Tracey smiled as walked down the sidewalk, humming happily to herself.  Today was going to be a great day—she could feel it.
The turkey had just moved to a new neighborhood—and that was always a big ordeal.  And given that it was Thanksgiving, and she was now away from her family, she hadn’t been fully sure how she was going to spend the holiday.
Luckily, the folks who lived next door had invited her over for the special day.  Amanda, a raven, and her buff goat husband, Billy, had been quite friendly to her, in fact.  And so, Tracey couldn’t help but be happy to have a place to celebrate Thanksgiving.  She was sure it would be a nice dinner, a good opportunity to get to know her new neighbors.
Oh, how wrong she was.
The turkey turned and went up the porch of Amanda and Billy’s home.  After taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.
A moment later, Amanda opened the door, and her eyes widened in delight upon seeing her neighbor.  “Tracey!” the raven exclaimed.  “We’re so happy you could make it!”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the turkey said, stepping inside the house and looking around the hallway.  “I’m glad you two invited me over!”
“Yeah, we’re looking forward to getting to know you better,” Amanda replied cheerfully.  “Billy’s just finishing up the food—why don’t you step into the dining room and have a seat!”
She gestured to the area to the left of the hallway, where an exquisite banquet was set up.  Tracey happily stepped into the room, and the raven followed.  Eager drool formed around Amanda’s beak. . . But since she was behind the turkey, her guest didn’t notice.
Tracey sat down at the head of the table.  A moment later, Billy came inside the room, holding a large tray of sweet potatoes in one hand, and a big bowl of stuffing in the other.  “Ah, it’s good to see you!” the muscular goat exclaimed as he put down the food.  “We’re so glad you could take some time out of your day to celebrate with us.”
“I’m happy to be here!” the turkey responded with a smile.
Amanda sat down at the table and said to Billy, “Why don’t you get the special drinks.  Then we can have a toast to our new guest!
The goat gave his wife a knowing nod.  Then he returned to the kitchen, out of sight thanks to the curtain separating the two rooms.
Tracey looked around the table with a smile.  Along with the food Billy had already laid out, there were green beans, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn. . . Wait. . . Was something missing?
“Where’s the turkey?” Tracey asked Amanda.
The raven gave her guest a patient smile.  “Don’t worry, it’s coming soon. . . But first, let’s have a toast!”
Right on cue, Billy arrived with three glasses of apple cider.  He put the first two in front of his and Amanda’s spots, then placed the last in front of the visiting turkey.  He sat down at the table and raised his glass.  “Let’s toast . . . to new neighbors, and getting to know each other!”
“Cheers to that!” Amanda said, lifting her drink.
“Cheers!” Tracey agreed.  Their glasses met with a /clink/, and then they drank.  The turkey absentmindedly noticed her drink was a little darker than Amanda’s or Billy’s, but she didn’t think anything of it. . .
Once they had all emptied their glasses, they placed them back onto the table.  “Now we dig in?” Tracey asked.
“Not yet,” Amanda replied, smirking.  “We have to wait for the transformation first.”
The turkey friowned.  “Transformation?”
The raven nodded and licked her beak.  “Wait for it.”
Tracey, confused, opened her mouth to ask a follow-up question, but then, she felt a strange . . . /tingling/ sensation.  It started at her face, but quickly spread all across her body, making her feel quite strange.  “What the heck is going on?” the turkey asked.  “Did you put alcohol in the cider?”
“Even better,” Billy replied, his tongue running across his face.  “We put a growth potion.”
Tracey wanted to say something else, but at that moment, the transformation began in earnest.
She felt her face puff up and her cheeks expand.  Alarmed, the turkey reached up to touch her head, and found a new layer of fat had formed there.  “W-What the. . .?!” she exclaimed. But she didn’t have much time to ponder her situation—her body was changing quickly.
Her neck grew before her eyes, and her arms swelled up.  She looked down at her hand to see it growing too, and soon her fingers were as big as sausages.
All the while, Amanda and Billy watched this change, licking their lips in satisfaction. . .
Tracey’s felt the transformation spread to her breasts, and she blushed as they grew in size, stretching out her bra enormously.  Thankfully, the dress she was wearing was elastic, so it grew with her—that was a lucky break at least!
Then, her belly started to increase in size.  The turkey looked down in alarm as her gut grew and grew—first it was a tiny bulge, but it quickly expanded more and more, until her belly was absolutely /enormous/!  And the rest of her body grew to fit the change—soon enough, she looked like a freaking sumo wrestler!
And then, she felt her ass expanding too!  And as Tracey’s butt grew, the chair underneath her started to strain.  A moment later, there was a loud /CRACK/ as her seat broke under the weight, and the turkey crashed onto the floor with a surprised squawk.
Unfazed by this, the transformation continued, swelling up her legs to an enormous size, and making each toe enormous.  And then, it was over.  The whole process had only lasted a few seconds, but it had felt like eons.
Tracey blinked and looked over her large, sumo-sized body; she was currently in a state of stunned shock.  “What the heck?  W-What is going on here?” she stammered.
Amanda giggled.  “Oh honey, you haven’t realized yet?  Adorable.”  She smirked and went in front of her guest, crouching next to Tracey with drool running down her beak.  “We needed a turkey for Thanksgiving . . . and /you/ are the turkey!  We’re going to get /such/ a big feast out of you!  I can’t wait to slip you down my gullet and digest in my gut!”
Tracey gasped.  “So you . . . you tricked me?!”
“Ding ding ding, give the food a prize,” the raven mocked her, smirking.  “Now if you excuse me, I want to enjoy my Thanksgiving dinner.  Let’s get you down my throat!”
The turkey cried out in horror and tried to get up, but before she could, Amanda snatched Tracey’s shoulders and opened her mouth nice and wide.  The fattened food was forced to stare inside of the raven’s hungry maw, which dripped with drool and spit; Amanda’s tongue was absolutely soaked in the stuff.  And behind it was the predator’s throat, showing the plumped-up meal /exactly/ where she would be heading now. . .
Tracey tried to lean away from that terrible sight, but before she could do much, Amanda stuffed the turkey’s head into her mouth. Suddenly the turkey was surrounded by a moist, wet environment, and being prodded by a hungry, eager tongue.  The organ eagerly licked up her face, completely covering her in saliva.
“Mmmmm, you have an /amazing/ flavor!” the raven exclaimed.  “So nice and tasty. . . I can’t wait to eat all of you!”
Tracey’s mind raced as she tried to think of a way to get out of this.  But her thoughts were interrupted as her head was pushed to the back of Amanda’s throat.  She winced—one swallow would surely seal her fate!
But as Amanda tried to gulp her down, she ran into a problem: the turkey was far to heavy for her to lift off the floor and gulp down!  Scrambling, the raven reached down and tried to bring Tracey up, but her prey was far too heavy.  Letting out an annoyed sigh, she released her meal from her mouth.  “Dang it!” she exclaimed.  “Maybe we made you just a /bit/ too plump.  How to eat you. . .?”
Her eyes lit up.  “Ah ha!  I’ll start with your feet instead!  And Billy can hold you up so that you go smoothly into my stomach. . . That will go perfectly!”
Tracey was starting to panic at this point, and so, she made a move out of desperation.  Forcing her heavy legs to stand, she let out an enraged cry and lunged at Amanda.
The raven hadn’t ben expecting that.  She screamed in surprise as the turkey tackled her—and because Tracey was so heavy, the raven was very quickly squished underneath her prey’s weight.
It happened so fast.  The enormous belly hit her midsection first, squashing out her belly with a loud /splat/, along with part of her arms. Then the stomach landed on her chest, and flattened Amanda against the floor, her shoulders and upper arms getting forced down.  Finally, her face got squished pretty good, and was slammed to the ground.
Tracey acted quickly, and rolled over, to the raven’s legs, hoping to flatten them, too.  Thankfully, her idea worked: she quickly squished the rest of the predator.
Now Amanda was squashed flat as a pancake thanks to Tracey’s heavy belly.  Billy reacted quickly, running over and pulling the turkey off of his flattened wife.  “Honey, can you hear me?” the goat asked frantically.  “Talk to me!”
“Uuuuuuuh,” the raven replied, still quite dazed.  “Did. . . Did anyone get the number of that . . . semi truck?”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Billy reassured her.  “I’ll fix ya right up!”
He picked up Amanda and disappeared into the kitchen.  A moment later, he returned with an air tank and a hose: he quickly attached the two instruments, put the hose in his wife’s mouth, and pressed down on the tank.  It activated, and air started flowing into the raven’s mouth, inflating her at a steady but quick pace.
While all this was happening, Tracey had thought of a plan.  And now, she was going to implement it.
“Looks like you people can’t even catch your dinner,” she taunted him.  “I mean, really?  Come on!”
A growl rose in Billy’s throat.  “Oh, I’m gonna catch ya alright,” he said, smirking.  “And once Amanda’s back to normal, you’ll go slipping down her throat nice and easy!”
The buff goat charged at Tracey.  She started to run away, but thanks to her massive weight, she didn’t get far, and Billy quickly caught up to her.  But that was exactly what the turkey had wanted.
“You didn't think you could get away that easily, did you?” the goat sneered.  “And don't think I'm going to fall for that squashing trick either!"
Tracey smirked.  “Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t think I could outrun someone as muscled as you.  Or flatten you either.  But now that you’re away from your wife, I got what I wanted!”
Alarmed, Billy turned around—and immediately gasped in surprise.  He hadn’t been watching the tank thanks to the turkey distracting him, and now, Amanda was /massively/ over inflated.  His wife was growing into a huge blimp!
And now that the goat was distracted, Tracey made her move.  She jumped forward with a loud cry, landing right on Billy.  He fell to the floor and started to get squashed flat, just like Amanda.
It started with his face.  It was forced against the huge gut and slammed into the floor,  becoming completely two dimensional.  Tracey quickly forced her stomach against the rest of him: his muscled arms and chests were no match for her big body, and both were soon flattened.  After that, she rolled over, flattening his midsection and legs in one big motion.
All the while, Amanda was inflating—and fast!  She was already a big blimp, but her body was starting to get even bigger.  As the raven was still dazed by the flattening, she couldn’t stop this.  She grew more and more. . .
Meanwhile, Billy was as flat as a pancake.  And just as the last of him was squashed, Amanda reached her limit: her body over expanded with air, and she went flying off the tank’s nozzle, zipping around the room and rapidly deflating as she went.
Tracey triumphantly watched this spectacle, her eyes darting around as she watched the raven deflate—and then, Amanda went flying right at her head!  The turkey couldn’t get out of the way in time, and the raven hit her with a /BOP/, knocking Tracey to the floor.
Billy noticed this chaos, and tried to take his opportunity.  Doing his best in his flattened state, he started slowly crawling over to the air tank, wanting to reinflate himself back to normal.
As he was doing this, Tracey managed to get up from the floor—and saw that Amanda had landed in front of her. The raven was back to normal size, but was currently dazed on the ground.  And so, the turkey took her chance.
Acting quickly, Tracey snatched Amanda up and opened her maw nice and wide.  The raven blinked in confusion as she stared into the hungry, drool-filled beak—and then, she realized what was happening.  “No, wait!” Amanda pleaded.  “Don’t eat me—MMPH!”
She was interrupted as Tracey shoved her head into the ravenous maw.  The prey was now the predator, and the turkey lapped up the raven’s face, enjoying every second of this.  “Mmm, tastes like chicken!” Tracey mocked her, smirking.
“Oh shut up!” Amanda cried.  “Come on, let’s be reasonable here!  Just spit me out and—AUGH!”
The turkey swallowed her prey down, forcing the raven into her throat.  Amanda, beginning to panic, tried to pull her head up and out—but the constricting tunnel of the esophagus was far too tight.  She was trapped!  Which meant she was now just food. . .
Tracey smirked as she tasted and swallowed her meal, lapping up every inch of Amanda as she shoved the raven further and further down her throat.  “How do you like that?” she taunted her meal.  “You were trying to eat me—but now you’re /my/ Thanksgiving dinner.  Ha ha!”
Meanwhile, Billy had finally reached the air tank—it took a while in his flattened state—and he saw the hose was on the floor, with air still gushing out of it.  He grabbed the nozzle and shoved it into his mouth, breathing a sigh of relief as he slowly started to reinflate. . .
Amanda struggled and writhed as she was sent further down the turkey’s esophagus.  “This isn’t funny!” she cried.  “Let me go!”
Another swallow sent her into another space, which she entered with a loud /pop!/  The raven looked around, and saw red walls greeting her, growling and covered with liquids.  “Oh crap!” she cried, realizing where she was.  “Just spit me out!  I don’t want to be in your stomach!”
Tracey chuckled.  “Too bad,” she proclaimed, “because that’s exactly where you’re heading.  Have fun in my gut!”
She sucked the rest of the raven in with a loud /SLUUUUURP!/  Amanda cried out as she was forced deeper into the growling gut, with only her feet lingering in the turkey’s mouth.  A short pause, and then. . .
Tracey smirked as she performed the final swallow, sending the last of the raven to her stomach.  Her already-big belly was now even larger thanks to her huge meal, and she patted it, chuckling to herself.
But it wasn’t over yet.  The turkey looked around for Billy, and saw that the goat was almost back to normal size!  “Oh no you don’t!” Tracey exclaimed.
She marched over to the goat, and once she was close enough, she gave a quick lunge: launching her beak forward, she pecked Billy square in the butt, making an air hole.
“Oh no!” the goat exclaimed once he realized what she was doing.
“Oh yes!” Tracey cried.  She pecked Billy a few more times, and pretty soon, he was losing more air than he was gaining.
The goat began to deflate.  The air left his butt first, each cheek reducing in size until they were completely flat.  “Crap!” Billy exclaimed, trying desperately to bring more air inside of him from the tank.  But he had too many holes, and was going fast.  /Very/ fast.
Tracey smirked as he rapidly deflated.  Pretty soon, Billy was just a flat morsel on the floor.
“That’s more like it,” Tracey teased him.  “All deflated and nowhere to go . . . except my stomach, that is!”
“What?!” the goat exclaimed.  “No. . . You can’t!”
“Actually, considering /you/ were trying to eat /me/, I can,” the turkey said with a smirk.  “And I will.  Let’s chow down!”
She reached down and picked up the flattened Billy, opening her mouth nice and wide.  The goat whimpered as he stared into her maw, seeing drool all over the inside of her beak.  But surely she was bluffing. . . She wasn’t really going to devour him, was she?
Unfortunately for him, she was.  Tracey stuffed Billy’s deflated head into her mouth, and thus, the feeding began.
The goat was suddenly shoved into a damp, moist space, and before he could collect his bearings, a large tongue smacked into him, lapping up his flattened face.  “Yum, you’re tasty!” the turkey taunted her prey.  “A perfect compliment to your wife, I have to say.”
“Just let me go,” Billy begged.  “If you let us both out, we won’t say anything to the neighbors—”
“/You/ won’t say anything?!” Tracey exclaimed.  “/You’re/ the ones who tried to eat /me/!  So I’d say you’re getting some just desserts.”
With that, she sucked the goat down with a /gulp/, sucking him into her throat.  Billy was helpless as the turkey tasted and swallowed him, bit by bit.  He was just food now, wasn’t he?
Amanda heard a strange rumble from up above, and she let out a sigh of relief—Tracey was probably going to spit her out now.  But then, there was a loud /pop/, and she saw . . . her husband?
“Billy?!” she exclaimed.  “What are you doing here?  Wait. . .”  She squinted with a frown.  “Are you flattened or something?”
“Yeah,” the goat said.  “The turkey deflated me and ate me, hon!”
“Crap!” the raven shouted.  “Let me see if I can push you up and out.”
But before Amanda could act, more of Billy was forced into the stomach, slamming into her.  She cried out in surprise, then put her hands on her spouse, trying to shove him back up the throat.  But no matter what she did, he didn’t move.  Except, of course, when Tracey swallowed more of him, sending the goat deeper into her gut.
Before long, he was all in.  Tracey let out a happy sigh as she swallowed the last of Billy, sending him into her stomach.  Her gut didn’t expand as much to accept him, since he /was/ deflated and all, but it was still satisfying to see her belly expand with him inside.
Inside, Amanda and Billy were forced to curl up together in the hungry gut. . . They exchanged a worried glance.  What was going to happen to them now?
The turkey let out a happy /UUUUUURP/ and flopped down on the floor, rubbing her big belly.  “Heh,” she mused, smiling.  “You know, I thought you had me for a moment there, but now the tables have totally turned!  Sucks to be you, eh?”
“Can it, turkey!” Amanda shouted.  “Just let us out already!”
“Yeah, you’ve made your point!” Billy added.
“Hmmm. . . Nah,” Tracey replied, sneering.  “You were going to digest me.  So now, I’m going to digest /you/.  Can’t wait to see how much you add to my bod!”
“No, please!” Billy begged.
“I don’t want that!” Amanda insisted.
“Well, you two don’t get a choice,” the turkey snarled.  “And considering that you had, /you know/, invited me here under false pretenses and were fattening me up to eat me, consider this a /lenient/ punishment.”
More protesting words came from Tracey’s prey, but she wasn’t listening anymore.  The turkey leaned against the wall, and listened to the gurgles of her stomach, waiting for it to do its work.
And soon enough, the process began.  Amanda and Billy were still letting out angry shouts, but then, the walls started to ooze with liquid, dripping on the two and silencing their cries.  The juices poured onto their bodies, making them feel strange and melty. . . The couple exchanged a look.  They had digested people before—plenty of times, and usually through deception—but being digested themselves?  This was a new experience for sure.
The stomach acids poured down on the couple, melting down the couple bit by bit.  The process wasn’t painful, thankfully, but feeling their bodies melt from solid mass to liquid goo wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.  They fought and struggled (or at least, Amanda did, since Billy was flattened and helpless) the best they could.  But nothing stopped the process.
The two melted down more and more, quickly getting reduced.  Before long, only their heads were left.  The goat and the raven exchanged a defeated look.  “Don’t worry, babe,” Billy said defiantly.  “We’ll get her for this.”
His wife smirked.  “We certainly will.”
And with that, the last of Billy and Amanda melted away, and the couple turned completely into goop, their acid-proof clothes floating in their liquid remains.
Tracey smiled as she felt their remains sloshing around in her stomach.  “Looks like you’re all broken down,” she teased her meal.  “Got anything else to say to me?”
Of course, there was silence.  “That’s what I thought,” the turkey said, chuckling.  “You’re gonna add onto my flab for sure—UUUUUURP!”
Tracey let out a huge belch, which launched Amanda and Billy’s acid-proof clothes on the floor with a /splat/.  “They’ll probably reform there later,” the turkey mumbled, standing from the ground.  “Since I didn’t take a Quick Reform pill, it’ll take quite a bit.  But for now. . .”
She walked around the kitchen table, then made her a huge plate of all the food Billy had laid out.  As she was too heavy for the chairs, she had to eat standing up, but she didn’t mind.
The turkey enjoyed the food with a smile, and at the same time, she got to feel Amanda and Billy’s digested remains adding onto her body, getting absorbed into her.  “Now /this/ is a good Thanksgiving!” she exclaimed.
Tracey didn’t stop eating until she had chowed down /all/ of the food Billy had made.  It served him and Amanda right to have no Thanksgiving feast after everything they had done.  Once she was finished, the turkey went to the entrance, struggling to squeeze herself through the door frame thanks to her large form, and walked outside.
She patted her belly as she went to her house.  “This new version of me isn’t too bad,” Tracey muttered.  “I might actually get used to it. . .”
The turkey went back to her house, still reflecting.  This Thanksgiving hadn’t gone exactly as planned, that was for sure.  But she at least got a decent meal out of it, and avoided becoming someone /else’s/ holiday meal!  And for that, she was thankful.
But still, Tracey was certain Amanda and Billy would try to do this again on some unsuspecting new neighbor.  Not to mention they wanted to get revenge on her, too.   And so, she vowed to devise a plan—a way to get them to end their ways for good.
It was going to be glorious.