Christmas Eve with Naoto

  	Yu made a mad dash for the door. He had been waiting all day for the sound of the doorbell, and he didn’t want to wait a moment. Christmas Eve came once a year, and any excuse to spend time with his girlfriend was a good excuse as far as he was concerned.
	He threw open the door with enthusiasm, crying out, “Merry Christmas, Naoto!”
	But the girl’s visage quickly changed him from excited to confused. He had expected to see Naoto’s cute face, her full lips, and her soulful eyes. What he saw was a flu mask and a pair of dark sunglasses. Instead of her trademark blue jacket and pants, this girl was dressed entirely in dull, gray sweat pants and a zip up hoodie with the hood pulled over her head. She looked less like his girlfriend and more like a celebrity on the run from the paparazzi. But it was still obvious who it was. After all, few people had that… unique… shape.
	The past few months had not been kind to Naoto. Or rather, they had not been kind to her waistline. Or her bustline. Or her thighs. Or maybe the problem was they had been far, far too kind to them.
	Her clothes were meant to be stretchy and baggy, but while they were clearly stretching, they were anything but baggy. Her hoodie was stretched out quite wide, but it was pulled up so high that it didn’t even begin to cover her enormous belly, which dangled in several rolls over her waist, slapping against her giant thighs and left her belly button exposed in the cold night air.
	Her bust grown to the point that she had long ago given up on binding and hiding her considerable sweater puppies. This was done less out of acceptance of her her figure and more for practical considerations. Trying to hide a pair of volleyballs like that with tape would be like trying to hold back the tide with a sand castle. And if they weren’t such magnificent tear drops in shape, he could believe she had stuffed a pair of volleyballs down her shirt.
	Naoto took a moment to catch her breath, huffing and puffing, her breath billowing out in the winter air like smoke. “Ah, uh, yes… Hello, Yu. M-Merry Christmas,” she said without any energy.
	“Well, please, come on in,” said Yu, gesturing for her to make herself at home.
	But Naoto just stood outside. She had desperately wanted to get outside, to get out of sight, but now that she was here, she stood before one of her greatest new foes. Doors.
	She removed the sunglasses and flu mask and stuffed them in her pockets, revealing a face which had also seen some changes as it rounded out and softened up. As she breathed deeply and heavily, a prominent double chin gently jiggled up and down.
	“I think I might need… a little help...” The words barely escaped her lips. Her face turned bright red, but the look in her eyes said that she knew not asking would be even worse.
	“Of course. Give me your hand,” said Yu, taking her by the hand.
	Even her sausage-like fingers were soft and silky to the touch. He grasped her firmly by the wrist and pulled. He felt some resistance as her hips brushed up against the doorway. After a moment or two of struggle, she was in, however. It was embarrassing to ask for help, but less so than the embarrassment she felt when she got lodged in the doorway to her classroom and they had to fetch the maintenance staff to pry her out. And then order all the doors widened.
	Still, the worst was over, probably. She slid off her slippers, which she had switched to after realizing if she couldn’t even see her feet, let alone reach them, she probably would continue to have trouble lacing them up properly. It didn’t help that even her ankles were now so wide that her old shoes felt a bit uncomfortable.
	She stepped into the living room, glad to finally be in out of the cold. Well, sort of cold. Actually, she was feeling extremely hot as sweat dripped from her brow. She chalked it up to nerves, but the truth was she was always hot. Even at home, wearing as little as possible she simply was too… well insulated to be cold.
	And as Naoto took a moment to catch her breath, Yu took a moment to see her from behind and admire the scenery. Those sweatpants were doing an admirable job on their own, trying to contain a pair of twin hams that could suffocate a man. The stretchy material had been all stretched out, and the soft material was so tight that her stretched out XXXXL panties were indented. Yu wasn’t sure what he liked more, the way they squeezed her buttocks in or the fact that her buttcrack ran so far up her back that it went some distance past the hem of her pants and up her back, stopping just before a roll of backfat. Either way, he resisted the urge to explore further, for now.
	Plus, he needed to take a moment to admire the thighs whose every roll, twist and dimple was proudly on display. They went beyond thunder thighs, though they did rumble as they rubbed together with every step. They were a storm unto themselves, and destructive ones that had teamed up with that ass to consume many a desk at school.
	Naoto turned around, an effort that took quite some time and took even more to stop. Momentum was a harsh mistress and bits of her seemed to always have some more.
	“Yu? Are you listening to me?”
	He snapped back to reality, realizing he had been stuck in a trance, watching her.
	“Oh, yes, sorry. What did you say?”
	“I said, I, uh, got you a little something,” said Naoto, extending her left hand which had been carrying a small plastic bag. Yu  took it and removed a small, expertly wrapped gift box. Pulling the ribbon, he revealed a pair of wrist watches with modified display.
	“I built these myself,” said Naoto. “There’s a proximity sensor built into them. It’s not powerful, so they only have a range of a few meters, but...” She looked away, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. “You’re leaving in the spring, right? I just thought it might be… a nice reminder.”
	Yu leaped forward, wrapping his arms around her, a feat which was by no means easy.
	“Eh? Eh?”
	“I love it. Thank you, Naoto.”
	She could feel his whole body pressing into her. Part of her wanted to push him away and run for the hills. Another part of her wanted to ask him to take her right then and there. But the part in control squeezed back, even as his chest pressed into hers. It was not helping her cool down at all, though.
	“Actually, I got some things for you, too,” said Yu. “Would you like to come upstairs?”
	Naoto turned to look at the stairway. Ah, stairs. Her other greatest enemy, apart from doors. And desks. And clothes. She stared fixedly, trying to calculate the width of the stairwell in her mind, the height of each stair and more.
	“On second thought, why don’t I just go get it? We can have Christmas Eve down here,” said Yu.
	Part of Naoto felt like she was giving up, but then, this was still probably the best choice. Yu escorted her over to the couch in front of the television and sat her down. The wooden legs didn’t seem to particularly like this and voiced their displeasure in the form of loud creaks that echoed throughout the room, but Naoto pretended that she didn’t hear them. Likewise, Naoto ignored that it was technically supposed to be a loveseat built for two, and yet she filled it up all by herself. She also pretended not to notice the way her stomach hung down between her legs, halfway to the floor, forcing her thighs open wide. In general, she was working very hard to ignore quite a lot.
	“I’ll be just one second,” said Yu before disappearing up the stairs.
	Naoto leaned back and sighed. Her mind was such a flurry of emotions, she didn’t know where to begin. Being here, in a relationship, was breathtaking. She was so happy, she wanted to skip in joy. Then again, the literal weight of the situation constantly reminded her of how impossible that was. God, she felt like a blimp. A very fat blimp. A blimp whose father was an extremely fat hog and whose mother was a cow who was the prize winner at a successful dairy farm.
	It hadn’t always been like this. She had been thin when she came to Inaba. But Aiya’s beef bowls were simply exquisite. And there were the late nights working of takeout. She also swears Rise was out to get her, constantly taking her out for food just so they could have ‘girl talk,’ whatever that was. Granted, Rise only generally pushed her into having seconds. The thirds and fourths were her own decision. And then there was Yu’s cooking. The first time she had tasted it, she swears her tongue was going to melt in ecstasy. The licked her lips at the mere thought. It was just… so good. It made her feel warm all over. She could taste the love.
	And it was making her hungry. She could feel her stomach rumbling and grumbling, crying out to be filled.
	“No!” she whispered to herself. “You just ate before you came here! There was the lunch with Rise, with several different kinds of pie for dessert. And there was all the girls in class who still filled her shoebox with sweets and treats every single day. She knew she shouldn’t but Yu had taught her that not eating them would be quite disrespectful.
	But she couldn’t deny her hunger. And her mind drifted to more of Yu’s delicious cooking. She could taste it in her mind. A slight trail of saliva trickled down her plump lips. A chubby hand reached for her stomach, rubbing it gently as she imagined filling it to the brim with her boyfriend’s delectable cooking. She could even smell it.
	Except she actually could smell it. She snapped out of her haze as she realized she was not alone. Yu was standing in front of her. And she realized she was rubbing her bare stomach in front of him. She snapped back to attention, using that age old logic that if she pretended it didn’t happen, no one would remember.
	“Well, what do you think?” asked Yu.
	“Huh?” She followed his gaze to the table in front of her.
	And at that moment, the tiny river of drool going down her chin became a raging river. The entire table top was covered in home cooking, from edge to edge. Including two very large buckets of fried chicken. The oily, seasoned skin filled her nose and she could practically feel her brain prematurely unleashing a torrent of dopamine.
	“Th-thank you,” she said, forcibly holding herself back. She didn’t want to do this. Actually, she did and that was the problem. How could she pig out in front of the man she loved? How could he stand to watch what she wanted to do to all of that?
	“I mean, seriously, thank you.” She turned her head away. If she continued to look at the fried chicken, the fresh baked pies, the tall glasses of juice, she would not be able to resist. “But I think… I can’t accept. I’m...” she paused for a moment before feigning a cough. “I may… have put on… a few pounds lately...”
	She knew it was a stupid thing to say. She might as well have said “Boy, that water sure is wet today.” But admitting a secret can be even harder when it’s obvious.
	“Have you? How much?” asked Yu.
	She started to sweat even more. “Oh, I uh… don’t know…”
	That much was true, although not for lack of trying. She had tried to use the scale at home. She couldn’t even see it anymore. Eventually she set up a camera to record the results as she step on. All that developed was a picture of a broken scale. For her own sanity, she decided not to check that scale’s maximum capacity.
	Yu took a seat right next to her, which was a difficult feat, but he pulled it off with style. He leaned into her, wrapping his arm around hers, his flesh sinking into the dangling rolls that made up her upper arm.
	“Are you afraid I won’t like you if you stay this way?”
	And there was the kill shot.
	“Y-yes.”
	And then Yu took a piece of chicken and placed it gently in her mouth.
	“I told you. I like you as you are. I like everything about you, Naoto.” He smiled as brightly as the sun. “And you don’t have to change anything for me, because I love you as you are.”
	He leaned in closer, his body sinking into the piles of soft flesh in front of him. His hand pressed into her stomach and disappeared as if it was being devoured. He placed a quiet but passionate kiss on her cheeks.
	“Meaning, I like all of you,” he said, gesturing to her entire body.
	She was utterly defeated. She simply couldn’t win against him. And she was happy with that.

	So she lay back on the couch, relaxing as he brought the food to her. He gently took the fried chicken, piece by piece, and spun it around, letting the tender meat slide down into her waiting mouth before discarding the rest. He cut up piece after piece of pie, slathering it with cream and gently feeding it to her as her gently rubbed her stomach. He could almost hear her purring in contentment, although that may have been the food as it slid into its final destination. And when it was all gone, after a hearty belch, she asked for seconds, which he was more than willing to provide.
	Still, it had to end, and when it did, the two of them lay together, enjoying the quiet evening, bodies pressed together, her softness almost absorbing him and making them one.
	Her face turned red as this idea came to the forefront of her mind. She still had one thing left to do.
	“I do have one more gift to give,” said Naoto suddenly.
	“Hmmm?”
	“See, I originally planned to show you my school uniform. Rise helped me pick it up and--”
	“I’m going to guess that it doesn’t fit now?”
	She winced. “Is it that obvious? Yesterday I tried to get it on and… I couldn’t even get the skirt around me, let alone get it to stay clasped. So I uh… Rise… helped my pick out something… else.” She swallowed nervously. “Could you… turn away for a moment?”
	Yu obliged and headed to a corner, but he could not turn off his imagination as he heard the grunts and strains coming from behind him. He could follow her movements, listening to her grunts and groans as she stood up from the couch, as well as the groans of the couch, and even a few light burps. He followed her movement as she got something else from her bag. This was followed by the rustling of a great deal of fabric. After the clear unzipping of her hoodie, he caught the sight of the gray hoodie as it gently floated to the floor beside him. He could feel his blood pumping as his imagination ran wild. His every urge told him to turn around and to end the suspense, but he resisted.
	“Okay… okay. You can turn around,” said Naoto, with a tone so sheepish it made him feel like a hungry wolf.
	And there was Naoto, standing not in a gray pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, but in a rather… modified… Santa outfit. At least, what little there was of it.
	The red cap with the white, fluffy pom pom on the end at least suggested a Santa outfit, anyway. Typically, Santa didn’t wear a tiny, red, sleeveless ribbed sweater that did not even make an attempt to cover the belly. The white trim at the bottom, in fact, didn’t even manage to fully cover her chest. It stopped just short, leaving a small but prominent amount of underboob hinting at the treasures that lie within. It also suggested that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, as further evidenced by the rather noticeable bulges which pressed against the fabric.
	Yu’s gaze followed the pink, bulging, folding skin all the way down, soaking in how there was more bare woman standing before him than he thought possible. And the lower he went, the more he could feel his own blood pumping down low as well.
	For below her stomach, although there was not much that could be said to be below her stomach, was nothing but a long, wide stretch of red ribbon. He didn’t know how much ribbon it had taken or how she had managed to wrap it around her own thighs like that, but there was nothing but thin, red fabric barely covering her lower half.
	“Rise told me to say… ‘W-well, I’m your present this year. Would you… would you like to open me up?’”
	Yu didn’t even answer, he just leaped forward, pressing himself against Naoto. He got on his knees and shoved his face directly into her very exposed belly button.
	“Oh, it’s exactly what I wanted!” he exclaimed in pure joy.
	With animalistic passion, both of them quickly fell to the floor, buth with all the extra padding around, no one felt any pain at all. Yu grabbed her chest with one hand and pulled on the ribbon with the other.
	“Well, since you already had your dinner, is it alright if I have mine?” asked Yu.
	Naoto smiled and nodded. “Merry Christmas,” she said.
	“Merry Christmas,” he replied.
	And for quite some time, their watches would flash, changing from “Distance = 1m” to “Distance =<1m” all throughout the night.