The First Day of Kyliemas

On the first day of Kyliemas, my GF stuffed me with...

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Kylie was a little worried. The girls hadn't stuffed her once in the last two weeks. They’d never taken that long of a break before without at least making Kylie chug a few liters of something to round out. She’d even managed to drop a dozen pounds (despite Jennifer’s huge meals) from the lack of extra calories. What she couldn’t drop, though, was her dread of what her partners had in store for her… her dread, and her excitement.

It was the thirteenth, and assuming the ladies were planning on having a big Christmas, that meant there were a little less than two weeks left. She hoped that they’d at least still want to hang out and have some fun before then. It would be a sucky winter break if she didn’t get to spend half of it with her favorite people just because they were too busy prepping for one day of debauchery. Sure, that one day would be amazing, but she’d be lonely before then…

At least Ver still wanted to spend time together in spite of whatever they were planning. Kylie smiled to herself as the elevator doors opened for Ver’s floor. Her petite girlfriend had invited her over to cuddle and watch bad movies since their final exams were over and she had the day off from work. The above activities were usually supplemented by at least a little stuffing, but that probably wasn’t happening today. She was still plenty happy just getting to spend time with her girlfriend, though.

Kylie pulled out the extra key Ver had given her to her apartment and let herself in. It was dark inside for some reason. Was Ver in the shower or something? Or maybe taking a nap? Either was good. Kylie could work with either.

She locked the door behind herself and slowly walked through the dark room. It would help if a window was open or something, dang it-

“OOF!” Kylie exhaled sharply as something small latched around her waist from the side - or, well, around as much of her waist as it could (despite losing that dozen pounds, Kylie’s hut was still a giant ball of dough). Kylie yelped and flailed around as whatever had latched itself onto her threw tiself to the side. Between the extra weight and her own poorly proportioned body (i.e. her mammoth belly and tiny everything else), she immediately lost her balance and fell flat on her ass on Ver’s couch. Then she huffed again from the weight of the latched something - or, rather, someone - letting go to straddle her lap, pressing hard into her gut.

The scent of cinnamon sugar shampoo filled the air and a sharp, mischievous face came into focus in the dark. Ver giggled and gave her a quick smooch. “Hey, butterball~.”

“O-Oh my God, Ver,” Kylie breathed. She let herself relax and let out a huge sigh. “I thought I was gonna die! What was that about?”

“I wanted to hear you scream~.”

“Well, you definitely got me to-”

“Also, I needed you distracted so I could do this!”

In the middle of her sentence, Kylie was interrupted by a spoon full of - was that oatmeal? What? She hastily swallowed the thick and bland mixture, but when she opened her mouth to speak again, it was instantly filled once more. W-Was she getting force-fed all of a sudden? Wait, but there were still two weeks left until Christmas! Why had she been forced to wait for so long? And what about the other two? Misty had work today and Grace was visiting family in South Dakota!

Still, it wasn’t like Kylie was going to say no to this. Her stomach was rumbling horribly in anticipation of the filling it was now expecting, sending tremors all throughout her blubbery middle. She quickly swallowed down the second mouthful of oatmeal and opened her mouth again - not to speak this time, but to accept whatever else Ver had in store for her.

Two spoonfuls turned into four, into eight, into sixteen and thirty-two and God knows how many more as Kylie continued eating and Ver continued feeding. The thick food slurry didn’t taste like much of anything other than oats and milk, but it was easy to eat and felt like a brick in Kylie’s belly as she ate more and more. It wasn’t long before she could feel her belly tightening under the pink maternity blouse she had on (since maternity clothes fit her better than normal clothes, which was still mortifying). She could also feel her belly pushing more into Ver with each passing minute as the small woman was still straddling her lap.

Speaking of Ver, her girlfriend was enjoying every second of this. Kylie could clearly make out her gleeful face now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark, thoughts he couldn’t make out much more of her since her belly was in the way. Ver had one hand constantly making sure that Kylie’s mouth was kept full while the other hand was rubbing and massaging her belly. As said belly filled with warm, heavy oatmeal, it gained a solid surface underneath all its chub. Ver’s fingers would pod and probe down through all the soft chub to find the tense surface beneath, the feeling of which made Kylie’s toes curl.

Kylie could also see what Ver was feeding her from now that the dark was no longer so oppressive. There was a huge cooking pot sitting on the seat next to her that Ver was scooping spoonfuls from. Honestly, seeing it now, Kylie was happy she hadn’t resisted harder when Ver had (somehow) managed to throw her onto the couch. It would’ve been terrible if she’d knocked the vat over.

The feeding continued for what seemed like both too long and too little. Just as Kylie was feeling like she’d reached her soft limit on what she could stomach, she heard Ver’s spoon scratch the bottom of the cooking pot. The tiny woman scowled and leaned over to look inside. “Damn it, already done? This sucks.”

Wait, what? That was it? Two weeks of nothing for this? Kylie had never been more disappointed not to have been rendered immobile. “Is there… not any more…?” She asked quietly.

Ver looked back to the chubby woman and smirked. “Aw, look at my little garbage disposal wanting me to stuff even more food into her belly~. You missed getting stuffed like a pinata, didn’t you?”

Kylie's face felt hot. “N-No, I’m just… still a little hungry…”

A little giggle escaped Ver’s lips, then she sighed. “Well, too bad. All I’ve got left for you today is this-” Then she reached for the coffee table behind her and… were those apple slices? Ver picked one up and pushed it past Kylie’s willing lips. Nope. Pear. What kind of weird stuffing was this? Oatmeal and pears? What?

“By the way, I hope you like your butterball gut feeling heavy like it is now. Misty found a digestive inhibitor that slows down how fast you process food and that porridge was loaded with it.” Ver gave an evil grin while Kylie’s heart skipped several beats. “We’ve been testing the stuff on Grace for the past month to see how much we could use without making you sick or anything, and we finally got it so that she’d keep bloating up bigger and bigger every day for over a week just from regular meals. I’m just surprised you didn’t notice.”

That would explain why the buff woman, who constantly joked about how being cold was for the weak, had suddenly started wearing puffy jackets. Also, wait - porridge? A pear? A need for over a week of bloating? How long was left before Christmas again? It was the thirteenth, so-

Oh. Oh no. Kylie suddenly had an inkling about what the other three had been planning and why they’d let Kylie (mostly) empty out for a couple of weeks. Her heart pounded in her chest and her guts gurgled ominously. She could almost feel her stomach’s digestion slowing down. Oh God.

“So, honey~,” Ver cackled. She leaned in and gave Kylie more than just a smooch this time. Once her tongue had exited Kylie's mouth, the short blonde licked her lips and used a finger to tilt Kylie’s head up. “Ready for some fun? I’m pretty excited to see how big you are to start with so that I can compare to when we’re through with you on Christmas…”

Oh God, this was going to be one hell of a winter break. Kylie almost regretted wishing the others would still hang out with her. She was going to pop by the end of this, she was sure - and for the usual twisted reason, imagining that had her feeling weak in the knees. She couldn’t wait for what tomorrow had in store…

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Whelp, here it is - the reason why last month's exclusive didn't come out on time and is a whole month late, lol. It's because I had the oh-so brilliant idea to do a '12 days of Christmas' stuffing thing, but as it turns out, fitting 12 whole days into one reasonably-lengthed fic without rushing/wasting anything is, uh, not really feasible.

My plan for this is that I'll be releasing one 'day' from the sequence each month. Most of the story is already finished, actually; it all just needs to be cleaned up and fluffed out a bit and such. I'll either be using these to help relieve pressure from myself by posting one in place of a usual fic or alongside the exclusive at the end of the month if I manage to stay on schedule. Oh, and all 12 parts will be exclusive since the original fic was supposed to be exclusive, ofc.

And yes, this one is a bit shorter than my usual fics and will be shorter than (probably most) of the rest of the days. That's because the story needs to ramp up. Kylie's got eleven more meals ahead of her, after all - she can't fill all the way up on day one, can she~?

No, but actually, it's because this is still technically my break month and I wanted to take it easy on this first part since it was written back when I was trying to fit all 12 days into one 15-16 page fic. Like, seriously, this first part wasn't extended at all to match the whole '12 parts' thing I'm doing now - it was just like this even though I was trying to keep it on the shorter side. So either each other day would need to be, like, 1 page at most or it would be at least a 48-page fic.

Can you see now why I decided this sequence idea would be better instead of the other two options?

Anyways, I hope y'all can still appreciate this idea instead of the promised exclusive. At least the Christmas exclusive fic will be ending on Christmas, right? Ha-ha...

Ok, uh, regular Patreon stuffs starts again next month, ttyl, baaaaaaiiiiiii~!