FOUR CHRISTMASES
By Kid A
Part 1
Christmas Day - 2018
“Pumpkin - can you help me with this??”
Vanessa stood in the laundry room off the kitchen of her parents’ home, attempting to adjust her outfit in a covertly stationed full-length mirror. For a moment she was distracted by the sinful aromas wafting in from the nearby oven which contained their Christmas dinner. Juicy, roasted turkey...mashed potatoes...apple pie.
She licked her lips as her belly grumbled in anticipation of the feast. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Vanessa sighed in resignation. The gigantic plaid sweater she was wearing concealed nothing, and did her portly figure no favors. Then again, just shy of 400 pounds this holiday season, there wasn’t a fashion designer in the world who could have solved that particular problem.
She officially had the full and round face of a bonafide fat girl now, and it rested atop her obese form like the final piece of a gluttonous puzzle. Saying that Vanessa had a double chin was quite an understatement. A soft layer of thick blubber coated the entire lower half of her head, sagging onto a very meaty neckline and merging into the upper portion of her huge tits. Her chubby cheeks framed a thick, oily nose and dark brown eyes; the soft and undulating visage leaving her adorned with a permanent pouty expression on her now very fat face.
Her immense and flabby upper arms strained the fuzzy fabric of her 3X sweater; propped up by her voluminous rolls of side fat, they almost seemed to have settled at twin 45 degree angles, as if she were about to defy the laws of physics and take the most unlikely of flights. Vanessa’s heavy and sagging apron of belly fat bulged out beneath her huge breasts, surging over the hula-hoop sized waistband of her skin tight black yoga pants and jiggling tentatively as she attempted to hike the overwhelmed garment up over her wide hips, gigantic ass and blubbery lower belly loaf.
“Coming Mom!!” she yelled back after mentally abandoning a more appealing look for the evening. She waddled unsteadily into the kitchen; pausing to wash her hands in the sink, her belly rolled over the countertop and caught a stray splash of hot water from the faucet. Noticing her fat daughter’s plight, Vanessa’s Mom handed her a towel and offered a sympathetic smile.
“So....I see you are back with Anthony again, eh??” her Mom finally uttered after an awkward moment of silence.
Vanessa blushed. “Yeah...we had some problems but I guess it all worked out.”
With a clearing of the throat, her Mom scanned Vanessa’s bulky figure and sighed. “Well, no one is perfect hun...and I guess sometimes you just gotta...ya know...settle a bit?”
Seeing the morose look on Vanessa’s plump face, she instantly regretted the choice of words. “Oh baby I didn’t mean...well I was trying to say...”
Vanessa cut her off tersely. “It’s ok Mom. I’m the one who let myself turn into a complete blimp. And I’m fully aware how limited my options are now.”
Hearing no argument from her Mom on that point, she swiveled her wide hips around and made her exit from the painful conversation. “Well I had better not keep him waiting.”
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From across the room, Anthony smirked as he watched Vanessa make her entrance. Two of her younger cousins blocked the clearest path through the dining room; they exchanged a knowing, disgusted glance as she attempted to turn sideways to get through, giving one a generous brush from her shelf booty and the other a heaping portion of her triple belly rolls.
Anthony was a feeder; a fact made all too clear to Vanessa when she started dating him freshman year of college. Theirs had been a trying relationship and on more than one occasion he was sure she would up and leave him. He had a nasty jealous streak, especially when it came to a new feedee conquest, and it inevitably caused problems as they got to know each other. But as he eyed his gigantic girlfriend up and down, he felt more secure than ever in their arrangement. I mean where was she going to go now??
He chuckled to himself as Vanessa finally reached his side and planted her chubby hand into a huge bowl of Swedish Meatballs he had conveniently placed nearby.
“Hey babe,” he purred as he casually slid his hand in between two large fat rolls resting atop her nearest hip. A look of faux surprise erupted on his face and he grabbed her by a dimpled elbow. “Oh my god - Isn’t that Tom over there??”
Vanessa froze as she saw who he was referring to. Her old high school flame, Tom Spencer was standing across the room chatting with her father. Senior year of high school the two had been inseparable - king and queen of the prom, and quite the passionate lovebirds. Distance, four years of college and Vanessa’s physical downfall had put an end to all of that. But Tom remained close to their family and always received an invite to Christmas Dinner. For once, Vanessa silently wished he would have turned it down.
Anthony watched her squirm uncomfortably and smiled warmly. “What’s the matter honey....aren’t you gonna trot on over there and say hi to good old Mister Wonderful???”