How *Not* to Celebrate Thanksgiving: A Narrative

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, I’ll 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 Mero the mermaid. Mero 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. Mero 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 Mero 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.

We’ll return to Lala for just a moment. Papi took a moment to rest her wings, and in that brief moment, Lala’s body had reached out to the table of its own volition and had found a plate of turkey the two ravenous carnivores hadn’t yet devoured. She was now pushing a whole leg of turkey down her throat while her head screamed obscenities and gagged. A fantastic proceeding, to be sure. Papi thought so as well. She looked at Lala’s sudden spike in appetite and nodded her head. Then she set her sights on her next target… Centorea.

The mega-busty centaur had started to slow down. It was only natural for her to do so - her equine half was heavy with greenery, sporting a compact and rumbling ball that dangled past her knees. It was even round to the point that it pushed out the sides of her tablecloth-sized dress. At this point, though, we must emphasize a previous statement of ours at this point. We quote, “To the experienced eye, however, one could tell that Centorea was heinously bloated.” Now, a pop quiz. Who here believes that Papi is experienced in anything other than MAYBE flying…?

If you believe she is, we all know that you’re wrong. Papi’s head leaks thoughts and experiences as an open faucet leaks water. To Papi, Centorea was sporting the smallest belly out of anyone at the table, herself included. We have mentioned that Papi had already eaten her fill, haven’t we? She had a pleasant-to-look-at little food baby that had pushed down the zipper of her perpetually unbuttoned jorts, so obviously she had eaten. Miia had a swelling lump, and Rachnera looked like she had a good few food babies of her own growing in her tummy. Lala had a big old belly now, and while Papi couldn’t quite make out Mero’s figure in her wheelchair, she was still eating, so it was fine! But Centorea’s belly was still flat and she wasn’t eating! Papi would have to fix that!

Now then, we know what you’re thinking. Just where in the world is Suu? To answer that, we’ll finally pay a little attention to Mero. The pink-scaled mermaid, as stated, had been eating at a constant, determined rate the entire meal. We’ll obscure her size for now to whet your appetites, but we can assure you that she’s thus far eaten at least thrice the amount we did in a single meal this thanksgiving - and we ate an entire kilo-and-a-half pumpkin pie within an hour. We will, however, speak of the toll the meal was taking on Mero. The merfolk royal was a light eater by nature, so the heavy meal was putting a strain on her body. Her stomach was roaring fiercely and she was sweating heavily, which mixed with her naturally slimy skin to make her appear absolutely drenched. Her dress was dripping with thick, viscous mer-slime…

Or, at least, it would be, but Suu was having a very different type of feast than the others. Whenever one of the ladies would spill food on themselves, wipe a greasy hand on their clothes, or start to drip with sweat, Suu would quickly come over to have a taste. Slimes weren’t partial to solid foods, so the bounty of food itself wasn’t inviting to Suu. Liquids, grease, and crumbs, though… those were tasty treats that Suu just couldn’t pass up. Right now, even as we describe the scene, Suu continues to gorge herself on the watery slime Mero’s taxed body was sloughing off. We admit that the concept is… rather gross. The results, however, are right up our wheelhouse. Suu normally sported a smaller, childlike body, but Mero’s ‘generosity’, as well as the careless messes from the others, had caused Suu’s body to swell up to give her an appearance matching a very mature adult woman. Unlike the others, she didn’t sport a stomach of any kind, nor would she at any point. Slimes didn’t store their meals in their stomach. It was instantly absorbed into their bodies, adding to them. If you don’t understand the implications of this, don’t worry. You’ll see in due time…

At this point, Rachnera found herself needing to belch. Often. She had to pause her constant pestering of Miia to lean a hand on the table and rub her human stomach plaintively, a slight tint of green inching up her face. Her belly was seemingly several months pregnant with pure, solid meat now. It was a large, compact orb that gurgled and rumbled constantly in its efforts to shift the mass of dense food into her arachnid abdomen. At this point, the sheer amount of food resting heavily in Rachenera’s belly was slowing down that process even more. As she rubbed, a solid *GgrrRrrrgl* accompanied her belly visibly shrinking and her shiny black backside twitching as it gained another few centimeters in diameter. A slight creaking sound accompanied this newest swelling. It seemed like Rachenera’s body was nearing its limit… though with how the stubborn woman picked up another giant turkey leg to spite Miia, it seemed that she wasn’t aware of her own limits.

On the other side, Miia was becoming painfully aware of her limits. She was starting to pant with the effort eating was starting to take. Her breath was hot and heavy even as she forced another half of a roast ham down her reptilian throat. Her human stomach pressed hard into the edge of the table as the newest hunk of meat joined the rest inside her overly taut belly. Her upper body wasn’t used to feeling so obscenely full. Did this mean that Miia was going to stop? Of course it didn’t. This food was made by her precious Darling, after all - and as far as she was concerned, he’d made it just for her. She couldn’t just sit back and say she was done while this pig of a spider was still glutting herself! Miia needed all of Darling’s precious for herself!

And yes, innuendo absolutely intended.

Miia was forced to take a break from Darling’s meat when a pair of lukewarm hands started to fondle her respectable chest and upper belly. Her skin was so taut and sensitive that Suu’s slimy hands (and soon after, her body) sent spasms of tense pleasure rocketing through her whole body from head to tail. She twitched, eyes half-open and mouth locked open in a silent cry, while Suu gave Miia a full rubdown with her own slick body. Suu had finished slurping down Mero’s offerings for the time being and had wandered off to ‘help’ some of the others. Miia just so happened to be both the next closest and also had a generous amount of BBQ sauce and grease that had splattered all over her front. Now she was paying the price for her sloppiness… though, truthfully, it was almost more of a reward than a gift considering how much Mero had helped Suu ‘develop’ so far.

A raucous belch and a small series of gags momentarily sounded out above all the other sounds of gluttony in the room. Lala’s head was green from top to bottom and was trying to retch, but she didn’t have a body attached to eject anything from. The one body that would have been following her lead was actually helping itself to a massive dish of baked mac n’ cheese at the moment, scooping unhealthy amounts of the rich dish down her throat. Her belly had become ridiculously distended compared to her usual hourglass frame, her belly managing to beat out her bust and even her hips in terms of audacity. This was all the more impressive considering she was still wearing her signature corset, meaning that all that gut was being constricted tightly. We honestly don’t blame Lala’s head for being sick to the gills with all that pressure on her overpacked tummy. And, for the first time, we have a question we can’t answer in how her body wasn’t feeling sick with all that pressure…

“Hooooo- *HUUUUuUUUUUURP*...”

This newest room-clearing belch came from Papi’s second victim, Centorea. The four-legged knight wasn’t going to be standing on those legs for long at this rate. Her knees were buckling under the sheer weight of her belly, which had continued to swell despite how obscenely packed tight it was. The dress did pitifully little to hide the swell of her belly now - that is, unless you only had one working brain cell and it was said brain cell’s day off. On a completely unrelated note, Papi was getting increasingly frustrated that her close friend Centorea didn’t seem to be getting full no matter how much she force-fed her. Her belly was still perfectly flat, after all! Papi knew it was flat despite Centorea’s shirt still being on because the white top was completely soaked in sweat, making it perfectly see-through. That tum was flat as a board! The birdbrain snatched up a bowl of fruit salad and angrily forced a spoonful past Centorea’s weak lips.

Ah, but we mentioned a keyword in our last description. Did anyone catch it? We’ll give you a single hint. It involved her shirt. For another hint, it’s related to the favorite food of another monstress enjoying Thanksgiving.

The relentless slime girl that was Suu quickly moved on from Miia, who was left gasping and trembling in place, and descended onto Centorea. The overstuffed centaur, upon the first moment of feeling Suu’s sublimely slick body, went cross-eyed and sank down as her legs finally gave out. She didn’t sink very far, though. Just as her knees hit the floor, she found herself being supported by her painfully packed gut. She groaned in pain, face flushed a cherry red, but found her mouth being stuffed full of fruit by Papi. She was being attacked by both of Thanksgiving’s devils at once. The blonde demihuman’s eyes glazed over and, finally, the first signs of bloating could be found on her human belly. Not that Papi could see, of course. Suu was currently giving Centorea a full-body massage with her own body, blocking all view.

A piercing clatter signaled the first to fall. Mero had dropped her silverware onto her plate and was leaning back in her wheelchair, clutching the orb of pale skin resting in her lap with both hands. She gasped for breath with a dumb smile on her face while drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her belly was small compared to some of the other monstrous eaters at the table, but it was still as large as a full-term human pregnancy. It was rock-hard, radiated heat, and had even taken on a subtle red tint at its peak from how painfully taut Mero’s skin had become. It wasn’t pain to the masochistic mermaid, though - no, for her, this was pure bliss. Getting to eat so much that she might burst given a single more bite, all thanks to her deplorable Darling cooking far too much and forcing her to eat it all (the last of which was purely in Mero’s head)? It was as perfect of a fantasy as Mero could possibly ask for. She fingered her belly button, which was nearly flat from the internal pressure, shuddered, aaand… went entirely limp in her chair. The first food coma had occurred.

The next to fall was Miia. Despite her desperate, insatiable need to fill herself with as much of Darling’s sacred feast as possible, Suu’s attack had been too effective. She managed to take a single more bite of turkey before another massive wave of tension, ignited by Suu’s impromptu massage, sent Miia to the floor. The lamia crooned and lovingly caressed her human belly, which shared the red tint Mero’s had developed but was easily several inches larger around. Visions of her food baby being Darling’s real baby filled her head as the dense food took Miia out for the count.

Soon after, all eight of Rachnera’s sharp legs gave way. The disgraceful woman’s upper body thudded onto the table, which was littered with plates, grease, and gristle, but was otherwise empty of meat. She’d done it. She’d managed to pack away every little bit of meat left. She didn’t even remember anymore why she’d wanted to eat it so bad, nor if it was worth the pain and nausea she was feeling now. Her human belly was around the same size as Mero’s, but her abdomen seemed to be twitching and pulsing. Rachenera took a shallow, shaky breath. Then her eyes shot open and she clapped a hand over her mouth as her abdomen spasmed violently and shrank a few sizes - and her human belly rapidly expanded half a foot outwards, making it absolutely gigantic. Tears dotted the corner of the pale woman’s eyes and she eeked out a sickly burp while her stomach roared murderously. Her spider stomach hadn’t been able to take the pressure anymore, but neither could her human belly. It was a tug-of-war between eh two guts to see which would have to take the excess load. If all tug-of-war was like this one, we might actually be interested in the sport.

One might say that it wasn’t Mero that was first to fall, but Centorea, given that the centaur’s consciousness hadn’t lasted long after she’d fallen to her knees. We might’ve agreed with you if that had been the end of it, but Papi had other plans. Even after Centorea had gone limp, the harpy had determinedly continued shoveling food into her mouth in an effort to make sure she was enjoying this finest of turkey days as much as everyone else was. This had continued well past Mero passing out, Miia’s descent into Darling-land, and Rachnera’s noisy gut-of-war beginning. Papi continued feeding Centorea, whose body continued to reflexively swallow to avoid choking, until her human belly was threatening to burst the buttons of her white top. Once Papi could see swathes of pale skin in between the buttons beneath Centorea’s prodigious chest, she finally nodded happily and let the half-horse woman rest in peace.

Lala didn’t last for long after Centorea was mercifully freed from Papi. The blue-skinned woman’s head was teetering on the brink of consciousness, caught between the emptiness of a food coma and the agony of feeling as if her gut would split open at any second. Her body, much to Lala’s horror, had hefted up the partially empty vat of cranberry sauce at some point and had begun pouring the thick goop straight down her neck hole. Her stomach had started to positively balloon after that, pressing harder and harder against her corset until it exploded off of her in a magnificent fashion. It had flown across the table, slapping into the far wall hard enough to make Miia twitch in her Darling-laden dreams. Had this stopped Lala’s body? Of course not. With her belly now freed from its confines, she continued to drain the vat until not a single drop was left to fall into her throat. Then she slammed the pot down on the table, teetered over to the couch, and collapsed onto her back. While Lala’s head freed herself from this Hell by passing out, her body stayed awake on her own and tenderly massaged her giant gut, which towered above her. Hers was by far the largest human belly, even surpassing Rachnera’s after her second stomach had started to rebel, and didn’t even show any signs of redness. If anything, it still seemed to squish and wobble a little as Lala rubbed it. Again, we have another question we have no answers to: did the body stop eating because it felt it was full, or to spare the head at long last, or for some other reason? We truly wish to know…

Papi had planned on helping everyone eat their fill, but upon looking around, it seemed that everyone had eaten their fill. Well, except for one, that is…

“Oh, boo-oooss~! Why aren’t you eating anything? Here, let Papi help!”

The yelling of a poor man with a normal human stomach capacity was soon drowned out by gurgles and belches in the corner. We’d go into more detail, but we aren’t particularly fond of male stuffing. We’ll simply imply its existence as a punchline and leave you to your imaginations.

Oh, but we do have one last subject to describe so that you won’t need to rely on your imaginations alone. Various whimpers, moans, grunts, and belches would ring out across the room as time passed, with the loudest coming from only one woman at a time. Along with these lewd cries came a loud sloshing that got progressively louder as time went on. Then, one final *SlOOOOOOoooosh* accompanied a heavy THUD. The final monster girl collapsed, unable to support herself any longer. Suu’s voracious hunger had led her to devour all of the sweat each heavily overstuffed woman was producing in their sleep. She had made rounds of every woman, again and again and again, until we had the current Suu.

As promised, Suu sported no more belly that she had had at the beginning of Thanksgiving. One might also expect her to have grown in height, given how she’s been even the size of a several-story building before, but she had limited her upwards growth since that would have ruined Darling’s house. Instead, once she’d reached an average height, she’d had all of that building mass add to the spots she usually let accumulate her extra slime… to put it crudely, her tits and her ass. Now, thanks to the sweaty, churning bellies of so many heavily stuffed women, Suu’s hips dwarfed her legs and her boobs wobbled enough when she walked to unbalance her. This was why Suu had inevitably collapsed - her legs were too heavy to properly counteract her extra sloshy and wobbly funbags. And yes, she could have just shifted her weight around some, but also… she wanted Darling to see her this big. It would be lots of fun to smother him in these massive slime milkers and have him not be able to get out… heheh…

At least, those were Suu’s thoughts. Unfortunately for Suu, we’ve already noted what predicament Darling is in that will make him too busy to notice Suu’s exorbitant assets. His finale would continue on until he himself passed out and Papi, exhausted from feeding three people so much while also being more than decently stuffed herself, curled up next to him and joined Darling and the others in the realm of dreams.

Thus ends the frantic, chaotic spectacle of a demihuman Thanksgiving. We’d ask you to join us at the same time and place next year for another addicting show, but something tells us that Darling will have learned his lesson from this year’s fiasco. We’ll have to see though. After all… anything’s possible when we want it to be.

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Lots to say after this one, lol. Looots to say.

First off, super sorry it took so long to come out! I've been feeling a little burned out along with my new job, so it was extra hard to get motivated this past month. Truth be told, I might take January off from writing entirely. We'll see how December goes, though.

This story was still a ton of fun to write even through my burnout, though. I don't do omniscient POVs much, so it was a fun challenge to change the way I was writing. This is also one of my wordiest fics to date, likely from the sheer lack of dialogue and instead the mega-focus on tums.

The MonSume gals are... not my favorite in the world, tbh, lol. And you might not be able to tell from the fic, but my favs are actually Suu and Rachnera with all the others falling weeeell behind. They sure make for a fantastic cast to write a kink fic for, though, I'll tell you what.

Finally, yes, I'm still planning on providing an extra fic this month to make up for last month. Worst case scenario, I'll use January to catch up even though I won't be charging that month. Y'all will be getting that fic, damnit, lol.