Chapter 1 - Anna treats herself

"I'm so happy to have you all here you for Christmas" Anna's mother said, beaming as she placed a steaming plate of turkey and trimmings on the table. Anna returned the smile, her heart fluttering with excitement. This wasn't just any Christmas dinner; it was her chance to explore a newfound craving in the safety of her childhood home.

At Christmases past, Anna had come to wonder about the odd twinges of enjoyment at her full stomach at the end of the meal, and how she liked how the restriction of her waistband thrilled her. This year, she intended to lean in to it entirely and invite, even chase the feeling.

Her dad carved and plated the turkey with the same meticulous precision he had for the past three decades, while her sister, Lily, complained about her work, and her grandmother reminisced about Christmas past. The familiar banter filled the room with warmth, but Anna's mind was elsewhere, already savoring the prospect of overindulgence. She took a deep breath, inhaling the mouthwatering aromas of sage and rosemary, her stomach giving a gentle rumble.

The meal began, and Anna took her first bite, the flavors exploding on her tongue. She chewed slowly, savouring every morsel before swallowing. With each passing plate, she served herself more than she had ever dared before. Her eyes sparkled as she piled her plate high with stuffing, gravy, and roasted vegetables, watching for her family's reactions out of the corner of her eye. They were too engaged in conversation to notice her gluttonous delight.

The room was alive with the clinking of silverware and the occasional laugh, but Anna's focus was solely on the food. She felt a thrill each time her plate neared empty, an excuse to fill it up once more. She began to eat faster, as if she could fit more in by not letting her belly realise it was full yet, but enjoyed every mouthful, her cheeks growing slightly pink from the effort of holding back her excitement. Her parents exchanged glances, but didn't object as Anna helped herself to the bulk of the meat.

Soon, as the prospect of dessert approached, Anna felt a twinge of anxiety. She had pushed herself further than ever before, but the promise of sweet indulgence was too great to resist. She excused herself to the bathroom, her stomach swollen with the feast she had already consumed. The cool environment of the tiled bathroom was a welcome respite from the warm, food-filled atmosphere of the dining room. She took a deep breath, her hand pressing gently against her distended abdomen, feeling the pressure of the meal within her.

In the bathroom, she leaned over the sink, taking a moment to compose herself. Blowing out her cheeks and resting both hands on her belly. Looking in the mirror, she saw a reflection of someone who had crossed a line they had never dared to approach before. Her eyes were bright with nervous excitement, and she felt an unusual sense of accomplishment. She knew she had to be careful not to draw suspicion, so she took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She ran a finger along the inside of her waistband, enjoying the pressure her belly caused against it as she breathed.

When Anna returned to the table, she was offered the choice of Christmas pudding or Yule Log and couldn't resist the temptation any longer. "Mum, can I have a bit of both?" she asked, her voice tinged with a playful innocence that she hoped would cover her true intentions. Her mother looked surprised but nodded, doling out a generous portion of Christmas pudding and a thick slice of fudgey yule cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
She reached over to pour cream on the pudding as her sister glanced at her, suddenly feeling the urge to breathe in.

Anna's cheeks reddened as she took her dessert plate, but she couldn't help the smug smile that played on her lips. She sat down, imagining the chair groaning beneath her weight, and took a deep breath, feeling her stomach stretch even more. She knew she was pushing her limits, but the thrill was intoxicating.

Her spoon sliced through the ice cream, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat within her. The first taste of the fudge cake sent a jolt through her body, the rich chocolate mixing with the sweetness of the pudding in a symphony of flavors that only heightened her excitement. She took her time, savouring each bite, feeling her stomach stretch to near bursting. Each mouthful was a delicate dance of pleasure and pain, the kind that only someone with her particular kink could appreciate.

Her family chatted around her, oblivious to the internal struggle she faced. Anna's eyes widened slightly as she felt a gurgle in her stomach, a protest against this mistreatment. She took a deep breath and continued, the sensation only adding to her thrill. The room was a blur of motion and color, the voices of her family fading into the background as she focused solely on the food in front of her.

The dessert was heavenly, a decadent mix of flavors that sent shivers down her spine. She ate slowly, methodically, her spoon scraping the last bits of pudding from the plate. The sound seemed to echo in the room, a testament to her gluttony. When she could take no more, she set down her spoon with a clatter, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the food fighting for room, the tightness in her stomach a physical manifestation of her secret pleasure.

Her family looked at her with concern, mistaking her expression for discomfort. "Are you okay, dear?" her mum asked, a furrow of worry etched on her brow.

Anna took a deep breath and nodded, trying to play it off. "Yeah, just full. So full." The words barely contained the thrill bubbling inside her.

Her sister, Lily, raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you shouldn't have had those extra helpings," she teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

Anna forced a laugh, the tension in her stomach growing with each passing second. "It's just so good, I couldn't resist!" she exclaimed, hoping her enthusiasm would be enough to cover her true motives.

As she stood up to hand her empty dessert plate to her mother, she hoped she didn't look as big as she felt. Her mother took the plate with a smile, not noticing the subtle shift in Anna's demeanour. Anna felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of her secret being so close to being discovered. She tugged her jumper down at the hem, convinced it was about to ride up and reveal hee waistband.

"Are you ok", her mum asked, noticing that Anna looked flushed. Anna's heart raced as she felt all eyes on her, her cheeks flaming. She took a moment to gather herself before speaking. "I'm fine, honestly," she assured, her voice a little too high. "Just a bit too warm".

Her mother looked at her sceptically, but eventually nodded. "Well, if you're sure." She took the plate from Anna's trembling hand, the clink of the silverware against the porcelain sounding like a gunshot in the tense silence. Anna sat back down, her stomach feeling like it was about to burst. The pressure was unbearable, but she held it in, her breathing shallow and erratic.

Her eyes fell upon the mini mince pies arranged neatly on a plate on the counter, their golden crusts glinting under the warm glow of the pendant lights. She couldn't resist. She reached for the plate, her hand trembling slightly with anticipation. Her gaze darted around the table, making sure no one was watching. With what she hoped was a nonchalant air, she placed three of the delicious treats in front of her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she took her seat again, the weight of her food pressing down on her. The rich, fruity aroma of the mince pies filled her nose, mingling with the lingering scent of the turkey and gravy. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the next phase of her gastronomic adventure. Her family chatted away, and busied themselves with clearing the table, oblivious to the internal battle she was waging.

The first bite of the mince pie was heavenly, the crumbly pastry giving way to the warm, sweet filling. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste before swallowing with a gulp. Her stomach protested, but she ignored it, driven by an insatiable hunger that was as much mental as it was physical. With each mouthful, she felt herself growing more and more stuffed, the fabric of her clothes stretching tighter and tighter.

Her dad glanced over at her plate, a look of bemusement on his face. "Save some for the rest of us!" he said, his voice laced with affectionate teasing. Anna's heart raced as she nodded, her cheeks burning. She could feel the eyes of her family on her, but she couldn't stop. The pressure in her stomach was exquisite, the painful stretch of her waistband a constant reminder of her secret delight.

As she ate the last mince pie, the room seemed to spin. Her breaths grew shorter, and she could feel the waistband of her bottoms hugging tightly against her skin. Yet the sweet taste of victory filled her mouth as she swallowed the final mouthful. She had done it—pushed herself to the edge of her limits and beyond.

The conversation around the table grew faint as she focused inwardly, her body's protests a symphony of sensations that only she could hear. Her stomach was a tight, bulging ball, a testament to her gluttonous triumph. She took a sip of water, the cool liquid washing over the sweetness and providing a brief respite from the pressure.

Anna took a moment to compose herself, her hand subconsciously rubbing her distended stomach. She leaned back in her chair, as much as the food in her stomach would allow. The sensation was exhilarating, a silent declaration of her victory over the feast. She offered a small smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"I'm just going to go lie down for a bit," she announced, pushing her chair back and standing up. Her legs felt wobbly, her stomach leading the way like a pregnant woman in her third trimester. She took slow, deliberate steps toward the stairs, her hand gripping the banister for support. Each step sent a wave of painful pleasure through her, the feeling building with every movement.

When she reached the safety of her bedroom, she locked the door behind her, the click echoing in the quiet space. She took a deep breath and looked around, her gaze falling on the familiar posters of rock bands and movie stars that lined the walls. The room was a sanctuary from the prying eyes of her family, the perfect place to indulge in her secret.

With the door safely locked, Anna slipped her shirt over her head and examined herself in the mirror. Her stomach was a round, bloated mound that stretched the elastic of her underwear. The sight made her gasp, instinctively moving to cup her hand over it. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming that she could feel her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

Her fingers traced the curve of her aching tummy, feeling more aroused with every pulse of her heart. She turned to the side, marvelling at how far it poked out. A quiet giggle escaped her lips as she took a few steps back, patting her stomach indulgently, her eyes drinking in the sight. She picked up a small hand mirror, angling it at the base of her belly so she could see herself peering over it. 'Fat... you're so fat' she whispered to herself, patting again the belly that arced out in front of her.

Her hand slid down her body, pausing at the damp spot between her legs. She felt a twinge of pride and satisfaction at the proof of her indulgence. It was a secret she had explored in the quiet hours of her own time, a thrill she had never shared with anyone.

Anna retreated to lay back on her bed, her stomach a mountain emerging from the landscape of her body. She slid her hand under the elastic of her knickers, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The feeling was electric, the anticipation of release mingling with the heavy fullness in her stomach.

Her breaths grew quicker, her chest heaving with the heightened sensations and sight of herself. She closed her eyes, her mind racing with the feelings that washed over her. The pressure in her stomach was intense, a constant reminder of her gluttonous behavior. Her hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, the friction building.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Anna, are you okay?" It was her mum, her voice filled with concern. "Yeah, I'm just going to take a little nap," she called back, hoping her voice didn't betray her excitement. She waited until the footsteps receded down the hall before she allowed herself to fully indulge in her newfound bliss.

The sound of her mother's footsteps retreating down the hall was music to her ears. The house was quiet, save for the occasional muffled laugh from the family watching TV in the living room. The world outside her room was a distant memory as she focused solely on the feeling building within her.

Her hand continued to explore the stuffed curve of her belly, her fingertips tracing the outline of her navel. She tried to breathe in and reduce how far it stuck out, for comparison but with the amount she had eaten it was impossible. She didn't want it to end. She felt like she was on the cusp of something incredible, a sensation she hadn't experienced since her first kiss. The room grew hazy as she lost herself in the moment, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Her other hand slid between her legs, the warmth of her arousal spreading through her. She began to rub herself in slow, circular motions, the friction building against her sensitive skin. The feeling of fatness grew with every stroke, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a delicious dance. She could feel the beginnings of a cramp, a warning sign that she had gone too far, but she ignored it, driven by a desire to reach the pinnacle of her secret delight.

Her movements grew more frantic, her breathing shallower as she approached climax. The bedsprings beneath her groaned with the shifts of her body, the mattress dipping slightly as she writhed in pleasure. The pressure in her stomach was a constant presence, a reminder of her triumph at the dinner table. The room spun around her, the walls seeming to close in as she reached the brink.

With a gasp, she came, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her. The sensation was intense, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last forever. She rubbed her hand on her temporarily engorged belly, adding a new dimension to her climax. It was an indescribable feeling, one that she knew she would crave again and again.

Her body went limp, a sheen of sweat covering her skin. She took deep, ragged breaths, the butterflies in her stomach slowly subsiding. The pain was still there, but it was now mixed with a sense of satisfaction that was unlike anything she had ever felt. She lay there for a moment, basking in the aftermath of her indulgence.

The room was silent now except for the faint travelling sound of Christmas tv drifting up from the living room. Anna's heart was racing, and she knew she couldn't stay in her room forever. With a sigh, she slid her hand out from under her panties and gently propped herself up on her elbows, surveying the damage. Her stomach was prominent in front of her.

She took a few deep breaths, willing the aches to subside. Her skin felt sticky with sweat, and she knew she needed to clean up before she appeared in front of anyone. Carefully, she slid off the bed and padded over to the bathroom, her bare feet padding on the cold tiles.

The bathroom light was harsh, but she didn't flinch. She studied her reflection in the mirror, the sight of her still distended belly sending a fresh wave of excitement through her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with a mischievous glint. The waistband of her knickers was stretching to hug the form of her body. She poked and patted it again, as if testing it was real.

With trembling hands, Anna peeled off her sweat-drenched shirt, revealing her grumbling stomach in all its glory. The sight made her heart race, her breaths coming in shallow pants. She turned to the side, running her hands over the firm mound of her belly. Each touch sent a new wave of sensation through her, a pleasure that was uniquely exhilarating.

The water in the sink was cold as she splashed it onto her face, the chill a welcome contrast to the warmth of her body. She took a deep breath and looked back at herself in the mirror, her skin still flushed from her secret indulgence. Her eyes searched her reflection, looking for any sign that might give herself away. Satisfied that she had remained inconspicuous, she took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Choosing a loose-fitting, comfy outfit from her draws, she carefully pulled on a pair of stretchy pyjama bottoms and a baggy sweater. The fabric felt like a gentle embrace around her bloated stomach, the perfect disguise for her gluttonous escapade. She took a last moment to appreciate the way her stomach felt beneath her fingertips. With one last glance in the mirror, she took a deep breath and headed back downstairs.

The living room was a warm cocoon of festive cheer, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air. Her family was gathered around the room. Her grandmother nodded off in an armchair, a paper hat in her lap. The TV played a classic Christmas film, the volume low enough to allow for easy conversation. Anna's heart raced as she stepped into the room, her hand unconsciously guarding her belly.

Taking a seat as casually as she could on the sofa, she settled in, her eyes drifting to the flickering lights of the tree. Her family barely glanced in her direction as she joined them, engrossed in the holiday film playing on the TV. The muted laughter from the screen was the only sound that pierced the quiet, save for the occasional gurgle of her still protesting stomach, which she hoped wouldn't be audible.. Anna felt a strange sense of relief that she had managed to keep her secret hidden through the meal, her heart racing slightly at the thought of how close she may had come to being discovered.

As the film played on, her eyelids grew heavy with contentment. The warmth of the room, combined with the gentle pressure of her swollen stomach, made it easy to drift off into a doze. She curled up further into the corner of the sofa, her legs pulled up to her chest, satisfied and knowing she had just begun her own personal new Christmas tradition.