Volken Christmas 3

And the third part. 

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As fantastical of an idea it was that cookies had magically appeared in her living room, it was an entirely different beast to see said cookies rise from their containers and into the air, seemingly smiling at her, and then making their way into her open mouth. It had been an unbelievable sight, and one that frightened Teresa, at least the first couple of times. By the time that first bag had finished, the fox was more than willing to just tilt her head back and let the delicious treats fly in.

The unrelenting gluttony was adding pound after pound after pound to her once slim body and showed no signs of slowing down. Her gut pressed further and further into the counter of her island, forcing her to push herself against the back of the chair to remain somewhat comfortable, as her stomach was filled with more sweets. She spread her thighs instinctively to give room to said gut, her leggings tearing as she did so.

It would be normal to think that such an onslaught of sweet treats would perhaps nauseate someone, or at least make them wary to continue consuming cookies after so many had already been eaten. That was not the case with Teresa as it seemed that each cookie, she swallowed only made her want another one to replace it in her ever-widening mouth. As it was, Teresa did not want it to stop.

She munched away happily, a dull look of contentment on her fuller face as she just accepted things. She had at first struggled a bit with the cookies and why they were there, but it was so much easier to just give in and enjoy the ride. After all, she was almost assuredly dreaming, and since it was a dream, she could afford to let things run wild. Once she woke up, she’d be her usual slim self, with maybe a headache from consuming alcohol or something to create a dream like this.

The only noise in the apartment was the sound of a bag or box opening, followed by chewing noises and moans of pleasure after each. Teresa’s taste buds were practically having a pleasuregasm as each rich and gooey cookie was put in her mouth, and that feeling only spread to each part of her body as the cookie began digesting into fat. She even felt a bit of heat in between her legs, though she did not want to take the time to worry about that when there was more eating to do. She did not know what could cause her to dream like this, but she was sure it couldn’t harm her waistline in real life.

Of course, when magic is involved, it’s hard to determine just what will happen. The cookie Blitzen had given her was supposed to make her experience the amount of cookies Santa received in a night, it just didn’t specify the year. If it had been say in the 1600s, Teresa might have only gained a dozen or so pounds. Since it was obvious though that there was bag after bag after bag of them, clearly, they were dealing with a trip around the world during the 20th-21st century.  This meant probably MILLIONS of cookies to be eaten, all in one night, by a person who was not magical. The results were as expected, with Teresa piling on the pounds and getting tubbier with each second.

And there were still so many cookies to go.