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Santa's Present
“Ho Ho Ho,” I say as you waddle into the living room. I’m laid on the sofa and dressed as Mrs Claus. I thought you’d appreciate it. I’m not quite dressed for winter. I’ve got plenty of skin showing to get your attention, and it doesn’t fail to do so.
You drop your big brown bag of fast food and stare at me in lustful shock. I gaze up at my big bearded Santa, hundreds of pounds of magic packed into a tight red suit. It wasn’t so tight when I got you the job as a mall Santa, but I knew the close proximity to Dairy Queen and Burger King would pay off. I can see your belly has grown so much. In fact, it’s poking out from under the top part of your suit, a little bulge of fleshy goodness for me to fill with milk and cookies later.
“I’ve been a good girl, Santa. There’s about four dozen cookies in the kitchen to prove it,” I say, sitting up to flash some cleavage. “You got a present for me?”
You’re a little breathless from the walk from the driveway, so you manage a nod and an “uh-huh” between laboured breaths. Before I know it, you’re on top of me, squashing me with all your soft, warm weight. We kiss passionately for a few minutes.
Just as you’re about to get down to business, I stop you. “Naughty Santa. It’s Christmas Eve! You’ve got work to do,” I say, a finger on your lips. “And you can’t work all night on an empty stomach. I trust there’s at least two meals in that bag for us?”
You look a little embarrassed and reply, “Um, well, yeah, I got four meals. In case you were as hungry as me.”
I grin and laugh. “Oh you. I’m stuffed from all the cookies I had to test earlier. You’d better get yourself comfortable. I’ll help you eat it all.”
I sit you up comfortably and unzip the top half of your suit, exposing a tightly strained T-shirt and a pair of suspenders. I unclip them from the waistband and let your huge belly spill out over it. I go fetch the bag you dropped in your excitement and place it on what remains of your lap, then begin to gently rub your belly.
“Eat up Santa,” I say as you unwrap your first burger with one hand while sucking down your milkshake with another. I slip my hand down your pants. “I’ve been an awful good girl and I want my main present.”
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By SnackSize“Ho Ho Ho,” I say as you waddle into the living room. I’m laid on the sofa and dressed as Mrs Claus. I thought you’d appreciate it. I’m not quite dressed for winter. I’ve got plenty of skin showing to get your attention, and it doesn’t fail to do so.
You drop your big brown bag of fast food and stare at me in lustful shock. I gaze up at my big bearded Santa, hundreds of pounds of magic packed into a tight red suit. It wasn’t so tight when I got you the job as a mall Santa, but I knew the close proximity to Dairy Queen and Burger King would pay off. I can see your belly has grown so much. In fact, it’s poking out from under the top part of your suit, a little bulge of fleshy goodness for me to fill with milk and cookies later.
“I’ve been a good girl, Santa. There’s about four dozen cookies in the kitchen to prove it,” I say, sitting up to flash some cleavage. “You got a present for me?”
You’re a little breathless from the walk from the driveway, so you manage a nod and an “uh-huh” between laboured breaths. Before I know it, you’re on top of me, squashing me with all your soft, warm weight. We kiss passionately for a few minutes.
Just as you’re about to get down to business, I stop you. “Naughty Santa. It’s Christmas Eve! You’ve got work to do,” I say, a finger on your lips. “And you can’t work all night on an empty stomach. I trust there’s at least two meals in that bag for us?”
You look a little embarrassed and reply, “Um, well, yeah, I got four meals. In case you were as hungry as me.”
I grin and laugh. “Oh you. I’m stuffed from all the cookies I had to test earlier. You’d better get yourself comfortable. I’ll help you eat it all.”
I sit you up comfortably and unzip the top half of your suit, exposing a tightly strained T-shirt and a pair of suspenders. I unclip them from the waistband and let your huge belly spill out over it. I go fetch the bag you dropped in your excitement and place it on what remains of your lap, then begin to gently rub your belly.
“Eat up Santa,” I say as you unwrap your first burger with one hand while sucking down your milkshake with another. I slip my hand down your pants. “I’ve been an awful good girl and I want my main present.”
***
A submission
Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/words-to-eat-by/donations