Filled with the Christmas Spirit Pt 4

Christmas Day 2022, Take 344

The cat outside crashed into a trash can and ran off, startled by the noise it had made. Upstairs though, both Nick and Cara slept through the noise, their loud snoring drowning it out. The bed was not covered as it used to be however, as there were less comforters on it.

At 9:12, Nick’s phone started going off and the man reached a fat paw out to grab it. He pressed the button to shut the alarm off and put his head back on the pillow. Eventually, about ten minutes later, it went off once more and this time he realized he had to get up. He grabbed his phone, went right to Uber Eats, and placed a breakfast order for himself and his wife.

Once done, he went about getting up, which wasn’t as easy as it used to be due to his increased size. He rocked a bit, back and forth, the bed groaning as he did. Eventually, he got to a sitting position and then got to his feet. He was dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts, his hanging stomach protruding out in front of him and forming two large rolls, with the largest on sagging down to rest on his thighs as he waddled towards the kitchen. His legs rubbed together, forcing him to swing them out to get moving.

In the kitchen, the properly obese man opened up the fridge, pulled out a tray of cookies, and began munching on them. His gut heaved up and down and his three chins jiggled happily as he enjoyed his pre-breakfast treat. His once strong arms were now caked with lard and blubber, and jiggled and wobbled as he brought them back and forth between the tray and his waiting mouth.

“Mhm, too, munch, good”, he moaned as he bit into another cookie.

His phone vibrated briefly, alerting him that the breakfast order had arrived. He gave it a few minutes before he ventured to the door and opened it. He grabbed the two dozen donuts and large coffees and brought them inside, careful not to have anyone see him in this state.

He passed the two couches, one of them occupying space where the Peloton used to be, though that was now a faded memory, one that never happened. He just made it to the kitchen island, dropped the goods off, and waited a moment, hoping his wife would wake up soon. He figured he’d have a donut while he waited though, knowing she wouldn’t mind if a Boston Crème or two vanished.

A few minutes later (and two donuts polished off), Cara emerged from the bedroom, her ponderous feet slamming the floor and sending ripples through her fat body. While Nick still had some semblance of his toned life, which meant that his fat, while soft, was somewhat solid. His wife, on the other hand, was very soft and squishy. There was no tone whatsoever and her body would quiver with each breath or step she took.

The woman that entered the kitchen, who was all smiles when she saw the food, was over 4 times her original size. At 488 pounds, Cara was fat. Her weight had increased more easily as the time passed as she let her appetite take over. Any talks of dieting had long ended, replaced by a desire to just eat. She was a glutton, and that was only going to get worse as she got bigger and could consume more.

“I see, you, gasp, got some breakfast treats for us.”

“I did. Nothing else was open this early so I figured donuts could suffice, at least for a little bit. I know that Gary will have a lot of food, but that isn’t for a couple of hours.”

“Just hope this year your Aunt Theresa brings some of the food she learned how to make from her cooking lessons. Those posts on Instagram looked amazing”, Cara said as she picked up her second donut and took it down in almost one bite.

“I’ll ask in a few.”

The two went about stuffing their faces for a little bit longer, until all the donuts (and the tray of cookies), were finished. Cara let up a very loud belch, her stuffed stomach bobbing slightly as she did. She adjusted her shorts slightly, letting her stomach have some more breathing room. The tops of the shorts had started to tear as her blubbery thighs were too 

big.

“I think I’m gonna check the weather to see what to wear today”, Nick said as he waddled to the couch. Cara gave his broad, wide, but relatively flat rear a slap, laughing as his ass wobbled from the action.

“Looking good, hot stuff.”

“I’m sure that it looks better when YOUR rear is slapped”, he said, laughing.

“He-he, maybe later.”

Nick felt his dick jump but tried to ignore it as he looked for the TV remote. To his dismay and annoyance, he didn’t see it on the leather sofa. He looked behind it but didn’t see it there. It was then when he walked around that he saw a bit of it sticking out from under the couch.

“Um, babe? I need a favor.”

“What?”

“The, uh. Well, the remote fell under the couch. And, uh, seeing as how my stomach is bigger, I kinda need you to get it.”

Cara was annoyed. She HATED having to get things that required going to the floor, especially if it wouldn’t lead to food. However, she knew her husband would have a hard time going down and getting up if he tried getting the remote. So, she sucked it up and took one for the team.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks sweetheart, I’ll order one of those Fudgie the Whales before we leave today, I know you like those”, the 603 pound man said.

“You better.”

Cara waddled to just before the couch, and began the process of getting down on her knees. It was not easy, as she was a bit full and her shorts were incredibly tight. She felt her ass pour out even more from the bottoms of them, her sagging, cellulite covered cheeks quaking from the movement. She finally got to her knees, her gut and breasts rubbing up against the ground, causing her to giggle even though she had a t-shirt on. She strained and reached for the remote, just grazing it with her fingers. Each strain cause the shorts to become more and more translucent.

“Ugh, almost, gasp, got it.”

She strained further as Nick watched from behind, his wife’s ass raising even further in the air than normal, her wide hips exceeding 80 inches as she did so. She reached and reached, getting closer both to bursting from her shorts and getting the remote. Her ass pressed tighter and tighter into the material, and even Nick was wondering when the inevitable would happen. Eventually, after what felt like forever, Cara got it. She stopped lunging forward and somehow, her shorts were still somewhat intact, though it was apparent that had she leaned any further they would have split straight down the middle.

Nick, did not see her grab it though, and thought she was still going for it.

“Do you need help, babe? Should I try and move the couch?”

Cara sighed.

“N-no. I got it. I just, pant, need a minute. That, wheeze, was tough.”

Nick smiled.

“Take as much time as you need babe. I’m going to order you TWO Fudgie the Whales, you’ve earned them”, he said as he grabbed his phone to place the order.