We Wish You A Chubby Christmas (Patreon)

Baking is a lot of fun.

Some people think it’s the final result, but that’s not quite correct. Most assuredly, the treasure at the end is a cheerful delight, but it’s the moment-to-moment that a girl loves most.

Lilly loved every breath of baking. Her kitchen was the center of the universe, her plush and chubby body serving as a black hole for sweetness. The warmth of the oven, the feeling of her belly pressing against her fat thighs when she worked on confections pressed up to her island. She’d take a few spoonfuls of sugar, a couple handfuls of chocolates, and if she’d filled herself up before her desserts were done baking, well… she’d popped a few buttons on her outfits before~

It was all such a wonderful position, but this time… This time was different.

Lilly wasn’t baking. She wasn’t even in her own kitchen. She was in someone else’s, listening and sitting on a small slab of something that was, thankfully, sturdy enough to hold her gracious figure, trying to be patient while her noisy stomach betrayed her piggy desires.

*Rooouuugghhh…* she growled with such want and such hunger that she could feel her the fluff of her holiday onesie vibrate against her.

The noise and severity had surprised even her! After all, she’d could still feel the weight of the large Christmas feast settling inside her, yet her nose has been twittering and her tongue had been salivating… the scent of baked goods had never played fair…

She couldn’t be sure, but she was almost positive that she’d heard a small break in the process. It made her blush and she put a hand to her cheek.

“Oh, my…” her sigh lifted into a smile. “Apologies. Please, take no note of me. I’ve become a bit… spoiled, when it comes to desserts.”

“No no!” came the stammered reply. “I-I’m sorry. I… if I’d baked cookies earlier, like I said I was gonna…”

Lilly’s grin lifted wider, a smile as plump as it was matronly. “Oh, don’t fuss over me, Chai,” she said, her hand falling to cup the fat of her belly. “It’s hardly the first time you’ve heard me so noisy. And if dessert is half as good as dinner, I doubt it will be the last!”

She jiggled herself lightly, appreciating the small squeak that came from the other girl, and that made her giggle. Then, another devious **Roouugghh** brought a brighter pink blush, and her companion breathed a soft laugh of her own.

“I guess that’s right…” Chai replied after, her bright voice just a bit timid and sheepish. “Umm, it shouldn’t be too much longer. Would you like another kiss?”

Lilly lifted her hand back to her cheek. “How scandalous,” she said. “Don’t you think Emmett will be jealous?”

“You need to come up with a new joke!” Chai shouted. Then, something that shocked Lilly out of her wits as a scream of purest horror came out of her small friend.

She wondered what had happened. A moment later, something tiny but firm struck her directly on the tip of her nose, tumbled down to her belly, and bounced down to the floor.

Silence came to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-I-I forgot that you can’t-”

Her apology was flattened beneath the weight of a very fat steamroller as Lilly’s chubby laughter thrummed through the kitchen, her Christmas clad belly jiggling like a bowl full of jelly.

A moment later, she heard footsteps, then the door, but she couldn’t stop laughing.

“Is everything okay?”

“I-I-I-“ Chai began, but she couldn’t finish. She sounded horrified, as if she wanted to bolt from the room, but Lilly lifted herself up from her seat and, still tittering, cautiously crossed to where she remembered the island of the kitchen was, and where she imagined Chai stood

“Just a private joke between girls,” Lilly beamed to her husband. “We’re fine.”

A moment passed before she heard her Hisao sigh. “You threw that chocolate to her, didn’t you?”

“I forgot she was blind I’m sorry-!” Chai burst, as if she’d been holding her breath.

Hisao’s chuckle made her smile sparkle. “Everyone does. You really should have your cane with you.”

The portly blonde brushed a long lock of her hair behind her ear, trying to bring attention to the garland in her hair while her other hand dipped to her let her hands fall to her waist. “I don’t have one that matches my outfit,” she pouted, lightly shaking her fatty hips. “Santa should bring me a big candy cane.”

“You’d just eat it,” he replied flatly. “What about your sunglasses?”

Her pout deepened. “You don’t like looking at my eyes?” she blinked.

He snorted, and then another idea impacted the woman.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning to Chai’s. “I was always told I have big, beautiful eyes.”

She let her long lashes flutter in a movement she’d read should be enticing… and which she hoped did not make her look cross-eyed. It was always so hard to tell with such a lack of sensation, but the rapid stammer seemed to prove it successfully.

What she hadn’t planned for was how close Chai had come.

“I-I-I…” The girl’s stutter could be felt on her skin, less than a foot between them… and Chai only came up to her chest.

The smaller woman must have crossed closer while Lilly had addressed her husband in much the same way as how she’d hide behind Lilly when they went out to lunch. Chai hadn’t the stomach nor spine for conflict, and she’d once admitted that ‘Nobody looks at me weird for ordering so much when I have you around…’

Lilly closed her eyes and lifted her hand, slowly moving it to gently touch Chai’s waist. It made the girl’s breath catch in her chest, but she didn’t pull away, so Lilly let her hand feel.

Chai had gained weight. Within the last hour probably, by the feel of her tightly packed tummy. The buttons on her dress shirt were puckered nearest her naval, though Lilly doubted that Chai could even see the swollen curve past how stuffed she felt.

When her hand lifted higher, she felt the softness. The crest of her belly became the fitting fabric near her chest, became her open top button and her short, chubby neck. Lilly let her fingers stretch out, holding her friend near the cheek, and grinned down into Chai.

She stepped closer and their tummies touched, chubby and plump and tenderly fat. Touch creating the perfect depiction, she whispered, “It’s okay. I forget sometimes too.”

And then she leaned forward and gently kissed Chai near the top of her forehead.

When she pulled back, she stroked Chai’s cheek twice with her thumb, just enough to feel that the soft girl was smiling. Then she turned, slowly letting her hand guide her around the island as she hummed cheerfully into the comfortable air, aware both of the others were likely exchanging looks or watching her walk, and feeling all the more cheerful for it as she found her seat, turned around, and sat.

“Hey,” came a new voice. Chai’s boyfriend, Emmett. “Everything okay? Her Dad’s driving me wild. Asked me if I was always giving her food off my plate.”

“We’re fine!” Chai called. “The cookies will be done soon!!”

“Oh! Cool. I can’t wait to try ‘em. I got a little bummed when you said you ate the first batch.”

Lilly’s humming stopped. Slowly, she turned towards where Chai was, the feeling of her bloated tummy still fresh in her mind.

Into the silence she asked, “'First' batch?”

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“You’re so mean.”

Lilly began to reply, but her mouth was full of cookie. She waited, swallowed, and let a finger guide the large bulge in her throat to the pile of sweets which now bloated her belly. “Am I?” she asked.

“Yes,” her husband answered. “You didn’t have to take all her cookies.”

“She insisted!” Lilly complained, but she couldn’t hold it for long. Instead she shook the tin, letting the now-hardened freshness clatter loudly about. “It’s like she said. I’ve to leave a nice and special surprise for Santatonight…”

“Oh yeah?”

The front door to their house clicked open. Arm-in-arm, they entered into the house (sideways, as a rather titillating experience last month had resulted in a temporary wedge and a long night of laughter and love making). Once they were inside, Lilly released his arm and offered her back, allowing her husband to undo the festive cloak that served as her jacket.

“Of course,” she continued. “Santa has been…” she waited until she heard him placing their garments on the coat rack before reaching out for his back.

Hisao froze at her touch, but his body was warm. His chest had grown broad, his shoulders strong. The workouts had done wonders, and their workouts had surely helped. Together, he had grown as strong as she had grown fat, and Lilly had grown very, pleasantly, fat.

“… exceptional, to me, this year…” she breathed, her teeth biting on her lower lip.

He turned and she pressed herself to him. Her belly was wide, his muscles were tough, and she nearly dropped the tin as he pushed her back and up against their home’s wall.

“Ahhh,” she sighed. “C-cold. The wall’s cold…”

“Let’s put you somewhere warmer.”

Lilly yelped, and it turned into a gasping giggle as his hands clamped on her hips and he lifted her up, using the wall. She tucked her arms around his neck, her knees to his waist, and could feel the long locks of her golden hair brushing her cankles as she giggled and wiggled and jiggled against him while he carried her fat ass away from the door.

She’d thought he’d take her up to their bed, but was surprised to feel herself being lowered down to the bricks outcrop of their chimney.

“The chimney?” she asked.

“I’ve still got to finish unpacking your presents,” he said. “I can’t believe she made you an outfit.”

“She asked me to come to a convention with her,” Lilly grinned. “I’m sure it’ll be lovely.”

“No, I know that,” Hisao replied. “I’m just shocked she had enough fabric.”

Lilly’s bright laughter filled the house with great warmth, amused and pleased and so deeply in love. For a moment, she thought that it might have created a spark in their fireplace, but she realized how silly that’d be and that her husband must have switched it on.

“Go on,” he said. “Make the cookies ready for Santa. I’ll start bringing down gifts.”

“Would you like to do one each tonight?” she asked.

“Nah. I know that look. The sooner we get to bed, the better.”

Lilly’s blush brightened, but she let it glow on her cheeks. As he began to leave the room she called, “Oh! Hisao!! Would you get me a glass of milk?”

“Sure thing!”

Then, he was gone, and Lilly was trying not to think too hard about how hungry she was nor how sweaty her thighs were beginning to feel.

When Hisao returned, she reveled in the noise of his gentle power. His feet were solid, his breathing was easy, and his heartbeat, she knew, was steady and strong.

She hoped that she was returning the favor.

Lilly sat with her legs spread wide, her belly smothering her pillow-soft thighs. She’d plucked several tears into her tight fishnet stockings, hopefully making a show of her fat Christmas hams. She sat in a way that showed her splendid round chin and her shapely fat breasts, a cookie filling one hand and her other fingering her deep fatty navel.

“Do you have my milk?” she asked.

She relished in the moment it took him to answer, extending her hand to open air. He placed down the boxes before taking her by the wrist, depositing the cold glass into her grip.

“Thank you,” she grinned, and then bit into the cookie.

It was one of the sugar cookies, decorated with sprinkles in the shape of a flower. She hoped it might be mistletoe, but one flower-shaped cookie was as good as the next, though if she remembered right the combinations had been green-red for holly, green-white for mistletoe, and blue-red for… another flower, surely, just as fattening and tasty.

She chewed the soft dough, letting her chest and her belly swell with a delicious “Mmmmfffhhh…” as several other, purposefully weakened, threads began to snap apart. “Sho good…”

Lilly lowered the milk to her side, then used her freed hand to pluck at where the onesie covered her gut.

She swallowed before saying, “I could just eat… and eat…… until…”

Her hand plucked at where her thighs met with her gut, snapping the outfit against herself and sent a ripple of fat jiggling across her buttery body.

“You’ll rip your outfit.”

“I’m sure that I will~” she replied naughtily. Then she took another bite, this one as big as she could manage, and found the glass of milk.

“I’ve got to test these…” she replied, her voice deepened by obesity into a husky breath. “Make sure the cookies are… good~”

She began to feel out of breath, and suddenly she realized just how full she felt. The next mouthful was harder to chew, heavier to swallow. How much had she eaten? Ham, chicken, stuffing, potatoes, three slices of cheesecake covered with a lovely tart sauté of blueberry filling. Emmett and Chai had made so much food, and Lilly had had a bite of everything, and then a full second plate.

It dawned on her then that her act wasn’t that much of an act. She was heavy, and tired, and horny, and fat. She was equal parts sloth and gluttony and lust, and as she swallowed the next bite, felt the swell of her belly give the lightest pang of pain, she felt as if her blue eyes had become juicy hearts.

“It wouldn’t do… to give Santa… low quality… cookies.”

She could barely breathe. The air was stuck in her chest, the sugar seemed caught in her throat. She felt huge, a luscious dessert given life and desire… and she could feel that same want, that external hunger as her husband asked “Okay… and the milk is for…?”

Lilly grinned, a thick double-chinned grin. “To wash down the cookies, obviously.”