Merry Christmas! ...and a little🎁from me (Patreon)

Hey all,

Just wanted to drop a quick message to say thank you so much for your support this year. I hope you all have a wonderful festive season and that Santa brings you everything you want. 🎅🎁

An unexpected (but very welcome!) visitor this year means I haven't been able to finish off my second Christmas pic - it's quite hard to work on fetish art with someone else in the flat! Apologies for that. It'll be done and posted in the period between Xmas and the new year. On the upside I have managed to do a fair bit of writing. "You're typing a lot; what are you up to?" "Er... just you know... writing."

On the subject of presents 🎁, here's a little one from me. It's a short real-life vignette from my Christmas work night out last night (amazingly I'm un-hungover enough to write it). It's not much but these are the sorts of happenings that give me the idea for characters and stories so I thought it would be fun to share.

Hope you enjoy it! May have a go at illustrating one or two of the ladies involved in the new year. 😊

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T'was the night before the night before Christmas, and in a small part of town, after mulled wine and Thai street food, my two colleagues and I were heading down... to a fairly up-market bar, where I bumped into an old schoolfriend.

Like me he was on his own work night out. Unlike me, he was accompanied by two very good-looking young ladies (mid-twenties, anyway, which alas is young compared to me). Both were glammed up, tipsy and swelling-out their sparkly festive dresses with some deliciously plump curves.

One had sleek wavy haired the colour of dark coffee and a friendly but slightly smug smile - as if she'd just eaten some rich and decadent treat in secret, all to herself. Clearly in love with the power of her curves, she squashed her boobs into my chest (and everyone else's) in the greeting hug, either not noticing or not caring that her rather tubby middle was squashing against us as well.

The other, a more typical blonde with juicy lips and scouse brows was also highly confident, though I detected something very slightly self-conscious in the way she preened. It gave me the impression that she felt she might have gone just that little bit too far with things. A little too much volume in those hair extensions, perhaps. A little too much filler in the lips and cheeks. A little too much thickness in the brow.

And maybe - just maybe - a little too much tightness in the dress, which she tugged at almost constantly. I could imagine her squeezing into it earlier on while pre-drinking, and spending some time in front of the mirror considering whether she'd ordered a size that was just a little bit too tight around the bum and tum. Or maybe she'd bought it a while ago, and then had a slightly too indulgent December.

Either way, to reassure herself she guzzled Whispering Angel Rosé and flirted shamelessly - the kind of ego flirting (arm-touching, exaggerated-laugh with the head thrown back) that got plenty of pathetic grins, offers of drinks and manly chest puffing from me and the other late-thirties men present. All right, I confess it was mostly me, but you could see she loved it - guzzling up the sense of power she obviously had over us, all subtly competing to impress her, almost as eagerly as she was guzzling her rose.

This being the last Friday before Christmas, the bar was rammed, and we were all packed up together, close enough to smell the perfume and occasionally bump into each other when someone else squeezed past to get to the bar. Our two glamorous investment bankers were very chatty and flirty, but they did keep glancing around, almost after every sip of drink. At first I thought they were waiting for someone (or perhaps looking for an escape route from talking to us). But the actual reason revealed itself when an elderly couple rose from a nearby table and began to put on their coats.

As if from some sixth-sense our two full-figured financiers were onto it in a flash. Wiggle-wobbling over to the available seats with a turn of pace I wouldn't have thought possible given their size and the restrictive tightness of their dresses, they bulldozed through the crowds, swinging their ample bottoms like wrecking balls and then plonked them down assertively on the two free stools, with little triumphant sighs of relief.

There was something incredibly sexy (at least to me) about the eagerness to park those oversized rear bumpers as soon as possible, and I could well imagine those same bottoms, clad in pencil skirts rather than fancy dresses, plonking down on ergonomic swivel chairs in some swanky corporate office every morning, spreading just that little bit further over the edges of their ergonomic swivel chairs with each passing day. This in turn got me wondering whether they'd always been plump, or had been putting on weight since starting their sedentary high-stress jobs in finance, a la Kari.

Alas, the blonde didn't invite me to join her Instagram, which was private. But the brunette's was publicly viewable, and she had clearly put on a lot of weight over the course of her pics. The first ones showed a pretty, fresh-faced student at university on various nights out, with an almost unrecognisably slender figure and longish legs. An frustratingly suave-looking young man started to feature in the pictures that followed those, and with him came some clear relationship poundage for our beautiful trainee investment banker, who's cheeks became plumper and rosier in a way that couldn't just be attributed to a bigger smile.

From there,  she clearly began to climb the corporate ladder, her clothes gradually becoming more expensive, her makeup more glamorous and the restaurants and clubs she was pictured in more posh.

Fortunately the ladder was only metaphorical, because she didn't look like she'd have enjoyed climbing a real one. Though her camera began to move to higher angles, to emphasise her increasing bust and disguise her doubling chin, and the jewellery became more eye-catching, there was no disguising the fact that our ambitious banker's weight was increasing every bit as rapidly as her wealth. There was perhaps a slight token slimming around the wedding, but the arms she'd wrapped around her slim betrothed at the altar still looked thick and juicy, and she had quite clearly regained any lost pounds with plenty of interest over the honeymoon. In the year or so since then, she had continued to get bigger, gracefully yet relentlessly. The dresses became looser, with a kind of floral, flowing style that disguises size, but her legs no longer looked long, and were decidedly chunky around the ankle. She was clearly still in love with herself, though, and her husband, who if anything looked slimmer, was clearly still in love with her.

Given her trajectory, I envisage a very decadent Christmas dinner followed by plenty of mince pies and chocolates. And I can only hope we'll bump into her and her friend again next year.

Merry Christmas to all! 🎄🎄😊