Plus Size - Miharu Christmas (Patreon)

The doctor’s orders were very clear.

For the first time in a while, you had been instructed to spend more than a handful of minutes rummaging through her kitchen for all the items she had requested. Given how much food she had on hand, it felt like you were going grocery shopping in her own home. You hadn’t anticipated just how many cartons of icecream or individual flavors of cupcake a girl might have alongside the various bags of potato chips and snack foods she had kept on the side.

Or maybe those standards just applied to normal girls.

From the moment she had invited you in, it had seemed like Miharu was growing. She had certainly taken the effort to try and hold your interest ever since she had learned about it. Nearly half an hour since you had crossed that threshold and she was already closing in on a rather hefty 340 pounds. You knew she could get like this on a good day at work, just wishing to see her outfit show any sign of struggle outside of going up a size or two but you had been lucky to witness it contain her at even far larger sizes.

“Don’t bother with the bowls! I tend to just eat straight out of the packet most of the time!”

Her voice sang out from down the hall before you could even make the ill fated decision to reach for some. Of course that freed up more space for you to carry more back as you loaded a little metal dolly high with her requests. Thinking of where all that food would go; turning into pounds of pure sumptuous softness did tickle your fancy.

You hear the clink of a spoon hitting the rim of an empty plate as you are sure she’s reached the end of that apple pie you brought over. A small offering by comparison to what she usually ate but she appreciated it all the same. Taking that first bite and allowing the sweet sauce to trickle out the corner of her mouth which she neatly mopped up with her tongue would be forever seared into your memory for as long as you drew breath.

Over the course of the evening her angular features disappeared giving way to rounded cheeks and a double chin which wobbled mischievously as you watched her bite into another ginger bread cookie. Her plump lips were only growing more so as you watched her eat one after the other, allowing her sweater to recede up her gradually swelling stomach as her body was awash in growing curves. Bottles of eggnog came and went, finishing off the ‘appetizer’ as she called it and heralding your sojourn to the kitchen for more.

What you wouldn’t give to have her look at you like she did all that food; a mere snack beneath her lustful gaze. What you wouldn’t do to see her slip into something more comfortable while you cuddled in each other’s well padded embrace by the couch. You had waited all year for this moment and you would not waste the chance.

And as it would turn out, neither would she.

The colossal shadow of her enormous body darkened the comparatively narrow entrance to the kitchen, leaving you with no room to get by. Rolls and pudge met the rigid frames as she put her pendulous arms behind her head, finally allowing her sweater to roll up and over her breasts; the last bastion holding it in place. You could feel your jaw visibly drop as she revealed a ribbon of beautiful red lace around her massive chest, each tear shaped mound of tanned chocolate ripe for the tasting.

She smiles at you with those bedroom eyes, looking to return the favor of feeding her in a way you would both enjoy.

“Merry Christmas, now come and unwrap your present.”