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Filled with the Christmas Spirit Pt 6
🕑 Added 2024-02-01 17:18:33 +0000 UTCChristmas Day 2022, Take 600
The vans pulled up to the house, two wheezing obese people in each of them. The doors opened slowly and Nick made his attempts to exit the first van. It was a struggle since his stomach was pressing into the driver’s seat, but he eventually got out and lowered his legs down onto the floor, with help of course from the driver.
His wife was having her own problems as she felt her left hip brush up against the window of her van, almost wedging her in. She rocked her hips back and forth as best she could, finally creating enough momentum that was popped free of her confines. She then went about waiting for both her van driver and Nick’s to help her get down. She wasn’t as mobile as she used to be (in fact her mobility was on it’s last legs). Nevertheless, the USSBBW was ready to celebrate Christmas with her husband.
The duo slowly waddled forward, their steps very slow and ginger. They did not walk much anymore so this was a lot of physical activity for them. Nick’s boulder of flesh that he called his stomach had it’s top half pouring out from his sweats while his underbelly was tucked inside the waistband. It bobbed forward with his shuffle of his feet and smacked his knees and calves. His poor sweats were straining mightily and he had almost gone commando, but changed his mind at the last moment. His face was covered and dripping perspiration.
He kept moving though, determined to get to the door and enter the house. However, he knew that he and his wife would not fit through the front door, so they were instead going to the side door, where he had told Gary and Michelle to wait for them. He kept walking, his Christmas sweater showing tears from his frame and the hundreds of pounds gained since it was purchased.
Nick was able to finally get to the fence and through the gate, once he shifted his bulk slightly. He grasped the steel banister by the steps as he waited for his wife to enter as well.
She began the tedious process of turning sideways so she could enter, knowing full well that her hips were far too vast to get in. Her sweat pants looked like they had seen better days as rips and tears were visible on the sides of her thighs, creamy fat just waiting to pour out. Her thighs and rear vibrated with her plodding, ass cheeks crashing together as her panties, which were nothing more than a string of cotton in between those gargantuan globes, tried to hang on for dear life.
She slowly approached the fence and did her best to “suck” her stomach in, as she squeezed in, her poor breasts almost scrapping the wood. She was glad it wasn’t a chain link fence or else she’d have really been in trouble. Still, it was not a fun experience and one she did not want to do again anytime soon.
She eventually got to just behind her husband, the duo standing and looking up at the double door to the house. Gary had just opened it and was walking towards them, a dejected look on his face.
“Merry, gasp, Merry Christmas, cousin.”
“Merry, wheeze, Christmas, Gary. Got, got you a nice gift”, Cara said as she watched Gary take the oversized holiday bag from her husband.
“Thanks guys, you really didn’t have to do this. You actually didn’t even have to come, I know it’s a bit of an effort.”
“Non-nonsense. We, wheeze, wanted to be here. Besides, Aunt Theresa made her manicotti and we wanted to have some.”
Nick laughed as best he could while trying to catch his breath, though it wasn’t easy. His hearty laugh caused another seam in his pants and shirt to pop, more hair and flab becoming visible.
Gary sighed.
“I don’t want to be mean, but I’m just looking at the semantics here. As I saw you two try and get by the fence, it was obvious there wasn’t much more room. Which of course is the problem. See, the fence is wider than this door, and by almost a foot.”
He pointed to the double doors.
“So?”
“So”, he continued, “There is no way you’re going to fit through these doors if you could barely get through the fence. And this is the largest door we have in the house outside of the garage, but the door leading to the house from the garage is the size of our front door.”
“What, gasp, you’re saying is.”
“Yep. You guys literally can’t come in.”
Nick and Cara stood there, trying to completely grasp the situation. They could not believe that they were unable to fit in the door. Then, Nick remembered that he had to do a complete remodel on their apartment, with doors being widened and new furniture. It all made sense.
“Oh. Um. Well.”
Gary patted his fat cousin on the shoulder.
“It’s ok. I’m just going to tell everyone you had other plans. It’s fine. I did however make sure to get a nice take home package for you”, he said as Michelle came outside with a large reuseable shopping back that was clearly full of trays of food.
“Th-thanks. Babe, did, did the vans leave?”
Cara craned her neck as best she could, her face barely able to get to see the street.
“They, they didn’t.”
“I’ll go stop them”, Gary said as he squeezed past the married couple and tried flagging them down.
“I, I guess it’s just dinner and a movie then”, Cara wheezed as she began the process of going back towards the vans.
“Ye-yeah. Don’t worry though, I’ll order some Chinese and Dominoes, it’ll be alright.”
The two resigned themselves to leaving the party and just made it back towards the vans, ready to spend their Christmas alone.
