Chapter 3 - part christmas day

John and Sandy woke late and found Lara cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Although they tried to help, she banished them to the living room with cookies for breakfast. The rest of the morning passed in a happy lazy daze watching Tom and Jerry re-runs and occasionally dipping into the kitchen to help Lara wash up dishes while sneaking more biscuits. The smells grew progressively better and better and Lara had the additional task of keeping her greedy charges away from the food.

Finally at around 2pm she came out of the kitchen and announced that lunch would be served soon.
They all headed up to change into something more fitting for the occasion than pyjamas and dressing gowns. John didn't even bother with his pants from last night and tugged on jeans which just about made it to close, leaving his paunch hanging over in a fat round bubble. Sandy patted it lovingly and said in a baby voice "ooh whose looking really big already? Who's gonna eat like a hog huh?" before he wore a shirt whose buttons already showed signs of strain.

Sandy wore her cheat jeans. These were actually leggings made of a thicker material and printed to look like denim. The plan was good, but unfortunately they were already stretched tight over her curvaceous figure and had precious little give left. "Hope you don't plan on eating much or those babies don't stand a chance!" teased John. A long top completed Sand's outfit, which again was rather tighter than she remembered from two weeks ago, her belly and muffin top were clearly visible.

Lara opted for a loose skirt and blouse ensemble; with years of experience she knew to leave ample room for expansion. The three sat at table. John opened the first bottle of wine, a Californian deep red while Lara served the first course, a thick and creamy tomato soup. The large pot was soon emptied and they paused briefly before the next course. Their bellies were comfortably full already - three bowls of soup has that effect. A huge dish of baked macaroni was enjoyed over good conversation and more wine. By this time their bellies were really getting full and John and Sandy tugged uncomfortably at their pants.

They took a breather before John brought out the turkey, roasted to a perfect golden hue. As John bent over to carve the first slice, the solemn moment was made farcical by the button popping off his jeans and right into the gravy in he turkey dish. Sandy had tears in her eyes she laughed so much, and Lara commented "right! Whoever gets that button in his plate gets an extra slice of pie!"
John sat but realised his jeans and shirt were still uncomfortably tight and excused himself for a moment . He returned a minute later wearing tracksuit bottoms and a large T-shirt, announcing proudly: "now I'm ready to eat!"

"Hey that's not fair!" exclaimed Sandy "I wanna be comfy too!" and she stood up and pulled off her leggings, leaving her top to act as a short dress. Lara laughed at their antics and said "OK, n we start now, I'm dying to eat!" For the next while the only sound was their chomping and noshing, as they put away a ridiculous amount of turkey, three types of stuffing and breadsauce. Lara had prepared not only chunky cut roast potatoes, but also jacket potatoes and fries just in case. There were five different vegetable dishes; none as healthy as implied since they were all drenched in butter, full-fa cream or dressing.

John looked at his wife and fell in love all over again. Sandy's face glistened in a food sweat, her chubby face glowing with happiness, good cheer and excellent wine. Her belly bulged out enormously, more bloated than she had ever been before. He reached across and patted her gently, the unexpected pressure causing her to belch lightly. "Oh I'm so sorry!" she gasped in shock, but Lara and John waved her apologies aside, letting out a few discreet burps themselves as their stomachs looked at the huge amounts of food consumed and wondered where to start digesting.

They moved out to the sofa and laid back gingerly, complaining at how stuffed they felt.
"Oof I ate too much!" said John, pulling his T shirt up to check out the damage.
"Wow that is one bloated gut hubby, well done!" praised Sandy happily, massaging the spherical dome rising from his abdomen.
"Not too bad yourself either babe" replied John, lifting Sandy's top and slipping his hands under her panties, rubbing at the red marks. Lara smiled at them happily until they all dozed off into a food coma.

The plump couple awoke when Lara brought out not one but three different pies and cakes: an apple pie, a lemon meringue and a tiramisu.

"Oh no mum, that's just too much! I can't take another bite!" complained John.
"Me either!" said Sandy "though if you insist I'll take a slice of each."


Lara said nothing and cut a thick slice of the apple pie, then added ice cream and fresh whipped cream. John and Sandy eyed her greedily.

"Oh you do want some?" she asked innocently. "Apple pie too?"

"Well I think I'll try the tiramisu too" said John.
"I'll try the meringue, if you're cutting it." added Sandy.
"Oh then I have to have some too, otherwise how I can I know which is best?" exclaimed John.
"Ooh me too, me too!" cried Sandy.

Lara laughed and cut them both three very thick slices of each cake. As they devoured all the and the leftovers from lunch over the course of the evening, they all made noises about how they should really stop eating, but none actually did so. When they went up to bed early, John stripped off his clothes.
"Wow" said Sand admiringly, "those stretchy clothes really helped you to eat, you look so stuffed and warm."
"Fat" said John looking at his reflection in the mirror, which showed a beach ball of a gut hanging out over his boxers.
"Warm" repeated Sandy. "Sexy and safe, like a big bear."

"Mmm I like that" said John. "You didn't do too badly yourself either, see what a bloated belly you have" he slipped his hands round her waist as she bent over and held her hanging flab, kneading it softly.
"Oh" she gasped, "that makes me feel so fat! I know I am but you having so much to grab... and tell me about my ass, is it bigger?"
"Much bigger" teased John, "so much perfect roundness to shake and spank and lick..."


The end ~ Merry Christmas all, love and peace to you and your loved ones