Chapter 3 - holidays

That Christmas, Emma and Chris were staying at Nick's parents' house. They usually went up to Emma's family, which always made the festive season much more enjoyable. Now, Nick knew he was going to be forced to spend time with them both. There would be hideous games and small talk; long, uncomfortable stares of dislike and Emma's tireless questions about Nick's fat girlfriends, followed by roars of laughter.

In walked Chris, all smiles before seeing Nick and regrouping his facial muscles into the dick-face Nick knew so well.

'Happy Christmas,' Nick tried.

'Uh-huh' huffed Chris dismissively, walking past him. Nick had no idea what his problem was.

Not far behind him came Emma carrying sacks of presents.

'Happy Christmas Nick,' she cheered, putting down the presents and putting her hand out to shake Nick's hand. Nick was blown away at the warm welcome and smiled back, shaking her hand.

Emma went in to the living room and pulled off her thick winter coat and scarf. Dressed in a thin blouse underneath all of those layers, Nick could see that Emma had undeniably put on a little weight. She had clearly swelled up a little in her breasts, but there was also an added thickness to her middle that Nick couldn't quite comprehend. Also, when she turned around, her hips appeared both wider and fuller, stretching across to deliver an ass that looked at least 10lbs larger than the last time Nick had looked. Chris and Emma didn't have kids but Emma was already settling in to a bit of a contented 'mommy' look. It made her seem huskier and more attractive in Nick's mind. Maybe this Emma was a more improved version after all?

Nick could see very quickly why Emma had piled on a bit of weight recently. She snacked on anything in sight and piled up her plate at the dinner table. Chris whined all day about it.

'Hell Emma, do you need that much food?' he snapped.

'It's Christmas' replied Emma, exasperated.

'Aw, let her have what she wants on Christmas day dear' said Nick's mother, trying to make Chris be a little bit more reasonable.

'Easy enough for you to say' huffed Chris. 'You weren't sent out last night to go get a carton of eggnog just because 'it's Christmas!'' he whined.

'It's not like Emma has anything to worry about!' chortled Nick's dad, patting his own large belly for contrast. But Chris was already in a grump and was never easy to console.

Emma just shook her head and continued eating as she wanted.

Nick felt a little pang of sympathy. Was he really starting to feel sorry for Emma?