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Filled with the Christmas Spirit Pt 3
🕑 Added 2024-02-01 16:02:35 +0000 UTCChristmas Day 2022, Take 143
Nick felt someone rub up against his side, turning to see someone he had never seen before. The man just nodded at Nick and walked away, not even bothering to apologize.
“Jesus, it’s packed in here! How many people does my cousin know?” Nick moved away from more hustle and bustle and got closer to his wife.
“It’s ridiculous. I’m going to take a seat on one of the stools over there, doesn’t look like anyone is occupying that space.”
Cara made her way to the other end of the kitchen which was right by the laundry room and took a seat on one of the stools, Nick deciding to stand and occupy the space next to her.
“Alright, this is better. No one wants to bother us here”, Cara said as she adjusted herself to the seat, her plump rear covering the entirety of the seat.
“Agreed. Plus, we have access to the buffalo chicken sliders and the pigs in a blanket”, Nick said as he leaned in to grab a slider. His belly gently brushed the counter, but he paid it no mind.
“Yup. Good call indeed.”
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Christmas Day 2022, Take 160
“Mhm, these chicken sliders are fantastic”, Nick said as he put another one in his mouth. His sweater was now pressed firmly against the skin of his bloated abdomen, showing that he had a full globular gut that was only getting larger and rounder.
As he did, Michelle passed through and placed a tray of stromboli in front of them. Cara wasted no time and immediately grabbed a piece, stuffing it into her waiting mouth.
“So-so good”, she moaned as her mouth wrapped around the sausage bread. It was warm and full of cheese and so tasty. She immediately grabbed another the second she swallowed what was in her mouth.
She shifted in her seat again, her sweater riding up just a bit to expose leggings that were starting to get a bit see-thru. She just continued to eat.
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Christmas Day 2022, Take 182
“Did you try, chomp, the Swedish meatballs?”
“I, gulp, did! They are so perfect. And the sauce! So good!”
Nick dipped a cracked into what was left of the sauce from the meatballs and swallowed it in one bite. He chewed happily on the food, his two full and prominent chins jiggling happily as he did.
“It was! And this stromboli! Need to, gulp, find out where Michelle got it from, so good.”
Nick laughed, his belly bobbing up and down as he did so.
“You know she definitely didn’t make it!”
They both laughed as they continued to glut themselves.
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Christmas Day 2022, Take 207
Michelle barley put the new tray of stromboli down before both Nick and Cara were reaching for it, almost taking her hand with them. She frantically rushed out of there, not wanting to get in the way of the two and their food.
“Mhmm, so good. Wish, chomp, these were bigger!”
“I know, gulp, what you mean! I’ll, burp, go get the tray of baked potato wraps in a second. No one, urp, is touching them!”
The married couple snacked away, not worrying how piggish they looked or that others were starting to look at them. They were in their own world and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.
Nick leaned further into the counter, his sweater riding up when he pulled back to expose his gut, one that was so packed with food that it had forced his jeans to unbutton themselves, letting the prominent and impressive mass of flesh descend towards the ground. He was too lost in eating to bother pulling the fabric down, instead letting everyone get a good look at his stomach. The 376 pound man didn’t seem to mind though, he was too busy stuffing his fat and still getting fatter face.
His wife too was feasting and showing off, but not in the same way. Cara was a pear through and through and while her leggings had never been roomy, they had been somewhat concealing. That was no longer the case as dozens upon dozens of added pounds now made them basically see through. With her sweater riding up, people could see as her fat rear spread over the sides of the stools, her poor panties straining to keep that ass covered as her pants became more and more see thru. Each spot of cellulite was visible to all to see. The 301 pound woman was so lost in eating though that she too didn’t mind, more than content to just eat way, prying eyes be damned.
“My, burp, only complaint is these stools are too small”, Cara said as she kept eating.
“I get it. This, whew, counter is kind of protruding too much too, makes it a little tough to get to things”, Nick said, oblivious to the fact it was his stomach and nothing else.
“I hear that”, Cara said as she went in for more food, her leggings pulling even tighter against her skin.
