A special holiday visit from Julie and Heather
to celebrate the fifth anniversary of Sexy Comfortable

Stuffed into your stockings with pride
by Lardmeister and snr6424


“Say cheese!” Mike instructed.

“Cheese!” chorused the two women.

“So,” Mike asked after taking the picture, “how does it feel to be the winner of the annual Christmas cookie eating competition for the second year in a row?”

“Glad I already unbuttoned these jeans,” Julie answered, patting her middle. “I swear I’ll pop if I even look at another cookie.”

“I just can’t keep up with you anymore,” Heather commented. “Truly, the sexy student has become the sexy master.”

“Well, I’ve certainly moved up a weight class,” Julie admitted. “You’re starting to look downright skinny next to me.”

“We can’t have that!” Heather exclaimed, making the pom pom on her Santa hat bounce around. “Quick Kevin, fry up a pound of bacon! I’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Aye-aye,” Kevin saluted as they all laughed.

Julie collapsed on the couch in the living room, her Christmas sweater riding up even higher to expose the entirety of her fully swollen midsection. The laughably small sweater was a relic from her skinny days, a tacky little size M with the word "SWEET!" and holiday goodie designs embroidered into the green cotton. Julie had tried it on as a joke back during her first Christmas with Mike, and he was so delighted that he insisted on her wearing it every year. She obliged, even as her bare tummy peeked out below the bottom hem a touch more each holiday season.

Soon the two couples sat down around the table. Despite her protestations, Julie continued to pick at all the goodies in front of her. Mike watched with a smile, knowing that by the end of the night she’d be sporting a truly epic food baby.

“So any plans for the new year for Sexy Comfortable?” Kevin asked.

Julie looked over at Mike and he nodded.

“Well, we were keeping this hush hush until it was all finalized, but Susan and I just closed on that department store over on the West Side that recently went out of business. You know the one next to the fish fry place and carwash and across from Marketview Mall?”

“Ohmygosh! That’s fantastic!” Heather cheered. “That’s super sexy exciting! Wow, that place is like ten times as big as your current place.”

“Yeah,” Julie replied. “We had gone back and forth a lot about that. We really like having a small boutique, but there are just so many women in the city looking for fashionable clothes that aren’t designed only for size twos. Too often we’ve run out of stock or just haven’t been able to offer everything we’ve wanted to. This will allow us to really expand our lines and we’re also looking at teaming up with some local clothing designers to provide them with a place to reach customers as well. It’s going to be a big project, but I think the final product will be well worth it.”

“That sounds like an amazing opportunity,” Kevin remarked. “I know every time I stop by the bakery it looks like your shop is packed. Having a second larger location will do a lot to expand your presence in the city.”

“Yup, they’re gonna do really great things,” Mike agreed, looking with pride at his beautiful wife. “So, anything new for you guys this coming year?”

This time it was Kevin and Heather sharing a glance.

“Actually . . . we have an expansion of our own planned,” Heather announced with a coy smile.

“Really, where?” Julie asked.

Heather’s smile widened and she patted her belly through her snug red sweater.

After a pause Julie’s eyes bugged out and she shrieked while springing to her feet as quickly as her heavily stuffed stomach would allow. She raced around the table and hugged Heather, the two of them laughing and crying simultaneously.

Mike looked at Kevin. “What did I miss?”

“Haha, we’re having a baby dude,” Kevin laughed.

“Oh wow! Congrats!”

After a little while Julie sat down again, but she and Heather kept looking at each other and sniffling and giggling.

“Do you know what this means, Jules?” Heather asked once she calmed down a bit more. “My belly might catch up to yours this year!”

“Ha, not if I eat all these cookies!” Julie shot back, pulling a plate full of pinwheels toward her.

“No fair, I’m eating for two now!” Heather said, grabbing a plate of gingerbread men.

Neither of the guys wanted to interrupt their better halves as they engaged in round two of a Christmas cookie eating contest. This one slowed down quite quickly as both gals were still packed quite full from earlier. Soon both sat reclined in their seats, hands gently rubbing swollen middles and moaning contentedly.

“Hey babe, did you share your new Christmas song with Julie?” Kevin asked his wife.

“Oooh, yeah, good idea,” Heather said. “It just came to me yesterday out of the blue and seemed so perfect -

*Ahem*

God bless ye, sexy curvy girls
Let no flab you dismay!
Don’t let the bastards give you crap
About how much you weigh!
So stuff yourself with devil’s food,
Eat hors d’oeuvres by the tray!
Oh tidings of comforts enjoyed!
Comfort-a-ble!
Oh tidings so sexy comfortable!”

“That was beautiful,” Julie remarked, feigning brushing a tear from her eye. “Just beautiful.”

“Oh shut it,” Heather told her.

“Dork,” Julie replied, sticking her tongue out at her.

A little while later most of the cookies were gone, washed down with hot chocolate or eggnog, and Mike was helping Julie to her feet as they got ready to go. The couples hugged again at the door as Mike and Julie left, congratulating Kevin and Heather once more on their upcoming addition.

As the door closed behind them, Heather sighed and rested her head against Kevin’s shoulder.

“Could there be a more perfect Christmas?” she asked.

He smiled at her and pointed upwards.

“Oh, is that mistletoe?” Heather asked, not waiting for an answer before locking lips with her husband. "Mmmm! Now go get Momma some of those sexy peppermint chocolate brownies."

After returning home, Julie went straight up to their bathroom to get ready for bed. As she brushed her teeth she couldn’t help but look at the pregnancy test that sat on the small ledge above the sink. She was sure the flutters she felt in her stomach were caused by excitement, but she knew it wouldn’t be too long before they were caused by something (or someone) else.

It was still too early to make public and she certainly didn’t want to take any of the attention away from Heather’s big announcement. She was thrilled for her friend and couldn’t wait to tell her that her quest to catch up to Julie’s belly wouldn’t be as easy as she anticipated. Julie gazed at her one remaining bathroom scale with a devilish smirk.

Finishing up, she left the master bathroom and walked into their bedroom. Mike was reclining in bed reading a magazine.

“Mike?”

“Yes, Peaches?”

“You know what?”

“What?”

Julie walked to the end of the bed, wearing only a bra and panties that were probably purchased twenty pounds ago. Mike felt his breathing quicken as she crawled up to the bed and toward him, her heavily swollen belly nearly brushing against the sheets.

She stopped when her face was just inches from his, her plushly cushioned body tantalizingly close.

“Well . . . it just so happens that your wife is feeling fat and frisky.”

“Is that so?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mm-hmm. Tell me . . . what do you think you can do to help a lady out?”

Special thanks to my old partner snr6424 for joining me to revisit Sexy Comfortable five years later. We hope the old fans will enjoy the reunion, and new readers will have a chance to discover our epic tale.

Merry Christmas to all!