Filled with the Christmas Spirit Pt 5

Christmas Day 2022, Take 561

Nick thanked the driver as he got out of the van, his entire body quaking as he did. He was dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater that looked painted on his obese body. You couldn’t even make out what it said due to all the rolls and flab that were pressing up against the material and stretching the words and picture out to the point of unrecognizability. He didn’t care, he just wanted to show his Christmas spirit as he waddled toward his cousin’s house.

Cara followed behind as best she could, her size still smaller than her husbands but being shorter and never as muscular as him made it difficult. He outweighed her by a good 100 pounds but at 841 pounds, Cara was not “the little woman”. She was massive, with her hips exceeding 125 inches, even upon standing up. The quivered enticingly as she waddled forward, her ass cheeks smacking against one another like waves crashing into rocks on a beach head. Her pendulous gut was still somehow tucked into her red sweat pants, smashing her thighs with every slow step she took. She glanced up at her husband, watching him struggle ahead of her and smiled. She loved seeing his gut from behind, it almost made her want to eat him up herself. She’d put that on hold until later though.

Nick finally climbed up the two steps to his cousin’s house and rang the doorbell, though it was answered immediately. Michelle and Gary had been watching from the window and had seen (and heard) the vans pull up and readied themselves for what was to come. They put on their best faces, but they weren’t thrilled to have these two show up.

“Hey cuz. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry, wheeze, Christmas, cousin. I, whew, got you something.”

Nick handed Gary a very festive bag, with gold and red sparkles to go with the white and green bag. It was much bigger than the Happy Birthday bag that had been used before.

“Oh, you didn’t have to, Nick. Really.”

“Wanted to. Some things we figured you’d like.”

Inside the bag, Gary found a picture frame, a gift card to Best Buy and also a gift card to Ashley Furniture. Both were for well over $500.

“Wow, Nick. You didn’t have to at all. I can’t accept this.”

“Think, gasp, nothing of it. Did good on the market this year so we have enough. No worries at all. Now, gasp, where’s the food? Me and the misses are starving.”

Gary and Michelle moved out of the way as Nick started his attempt at getting through the door frame. He sucked his stomach in and then grabbed his gut with both hands before turning sideways and starting the trek. Immediately, however, he knew it wasn’t going to happen. Gary shook his head and told them to use the side door, which elicited an embarrassing blush from both of the married couple.

Once the ordeal was finished, Nick and Cara went about their business, stuffing themselves to their hearts content. Uncle Alex made an off hand comment about how “Big people should learn to either exercise or stay home”, so Cara “accidently” swung her massive hips in his direction, knocking him and the drink he was carrying over. She smiled as she “apologized” before making her way to her usual spot.

Nick meanwhile had felt extra uncomfortable today, as his outfit was way too tight for him these days. He had barely squeezed into it to begin with and now, with his meal before arriving and all the food he had just devoured, he was feeling somewhat full. His belly was packed and jutted out even further than before, sagging to just below his knees. He felt it slap his knees hard and winced. He hated having to walk for prolonged periods but was thankful that he would finally get to sit, even if it was on a couch he hated.

“Let, whew, just sit for a second”, he said to his wife as he dropped the entirety of his weight onto the couch.

The couch clearly couldn’t take it and the legs splintered. Not that either Nick or Cara registered this, they were too busy recovering from the physical activity they had done. Nick did think something was off when his gut hit the floor sooner than expected, but he didn’t really give it another thought once he let out a burp and passed gas.

“That, whew, was some good food, babe.”

“Agreed. I do, gasp, think, wheeze, we should go soon. Your, gasp, uncle, wheeze, isn’t, happy that I knocked him over. Serves, whew, the perv right though”, Cara said as she held back a laugh.

“I, ugh, understand. Let, burp, let me just get my strength in a few minutes and we can go.”

Nick waited about twenty minutes before ordering the vans. It was then another fifteen minutes before those showed up. By then, Nick also ordered some Dominos so the two would have something to munch on when they got back. Cara happily got up from her seat, knowing there was a plethora of food at home for them and that she’d be able to sit on their specialty ordered sofas. It took a bit, since the couch was very snug and she was so big, but she got to her feet eventually, her body seemingly rebelling as flesh wobbled pleasingly.

Nick, well Nick was having trouble. His hips were firmly wedged in the couch between the arm rests and no matter how hard he pulled, they would not budge. He grunted and groaned, but nothing would happen. After a moment, Gary noticed his cousin’s plight and rushed over. He ignored the fact that the wooden legs had shattered and just grabbed his cousin’s arm and pulled. Nothing happened.

“Just, ugh, help me here Nick!”

“I’m, pant, trying!”

Another family member eventually rushed over and grabbed Nick’s other arm. The duo pulled and pulled and Nick began to rise up, but the couch rose with him. It was stuck to his bulbous ass and did not want to budge. Nick tried to stand upright but couldn’t because his legs could not support him and the couch. He slowly lowered again and in doing so split the arm rest on one side. This forced the piece of furniture to fall to the floor with a loud thud and destroyed it beyond repair. It also caused Nick’s sweats to rip completely in the back, exposing what only looked like painted on green boxer shorts with little Santa hats on them. His burgeoning cheeks were packed tightly inside the fabric and trembled as he stood there.

“So, uh. Yeah. Good, good uh, good thing, wheeze, I got you that gift card, huh, Gary?”

Gary just groaned.

“I, I think you guys should go.”

“Where’s, where’s the Christmas spirit? It wasn’t on purpose.”

“I think you both are filled with enough Christmas spirit and other things for all of us. Please leave."

Nick lowered his head and sighed. Both he and his wife then walked towards the double side doors, both of their immense rears bobbing and jiggling as they did so.