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Christmas Eve, for most families, is a time to come together, indulge and rejoice. Yet, for two sisters’ sharing an apartment in the big city, the tradition was to attend a Christmas-themed holiday party and save all the family stuff for Christmas morning.
Of these sisters, the elder of the two was named Nicole. At 25 years of age, Nicole had always been the darling angel of the family. She’d never missed a day of school growing up, never disobeyed a single rule her parents set for her, and as a result went on to earn her bachelor’s degree in marketing at the age of 22 followed shortly after by her current office job at a marketing firm. She was hardworking, loyal, but often times a bit too naive and stubborn to acknowledge that as perfect as she tried to be, she did have some faults.
Chief among them was her tendency to overeat when stressed. Nicole sported an immaculate complexion, a beautiful face, luscious curly blonde hair, and a 5’8 bottom-heavy frame. However, after three full years working at a stressful sedentary office job, the slim and trim 117-pound college senior had found herself packing on some serious weight these last few years.
At first, it had only been a few pounds, the start of a little pot belly, a little extra padding around her already thick derriere. Nothing too embarrassing or noticeable, but her weight gain didn’t stop after her first year of employment, it accelerated. With her weight steadily creeping upward, Nicole did her best to minimize these changes. She started attending the gym again, once a week, but it wasn’t enough.
Her job was stressful, and Nicole primarily dealt with this stress by snacking on sweets. No matter what she did, Nicole could never deny her sweet tooth the sustenance it craved. So, as her body slowly but surely, softened further, her favorite clothes became too tight to wear.
Friends and colleagues began to notice that she’d made the transition from skinny to chubby. Nicole overheard more than one snide comment about her weight being whispered behind her back, but the embarrassment and shame that came with that knowledge never outweighed the joy a morsel of chocolate could offer her after a rough day. So, as her body continued to swell, her wardrobe options continued to dwindle.
One by one, anything that wasn’t a pair of stretch pants, sweatpants, or thongs, became utterly worthless. That’s when Nicole subconsciously knew she was no longer the ‘hot girl’ in the office. She was just another overweight office worker. It was around the time Nicole made this realization, a year and a half into her current employment, that she started buying clothes that fit her decidedly fuller figure.
A year and a half later, Nicole’s transition from skinny-young-hottie to outright office fatty was all but complete. With a round and jiggly posterior, doughy and protruding muffin top, thick thighs, wide hips, swollen breasts and softened facial features, Nicole was among the heaviest women in her office. She was still quite attractive, blessed to have put on weight in the ‘proper places,’ but regardless of that fact, the downfall of her ‘hot’ body was all too apparent.
Quite the opposite of Nicole, Renee, the younger sister of the two, had always been the not-so-darling angel of the family. She’d never cared for school growing up, frequently ditching in high school to hang out with her friends at the mall. Nor did she care for her parents’ numerous rules, of which she made a conscious effort to disobey just for the fun of it.
As a result, Renee never so much as applied to college, preferring instead to mooch off her parents to the point that they were even willing to pay her share of rent just to get her out of the house. Joyfully unemployed, yet constantly short of funds, Renee leveraged her undeniable beauty to get what she wanted. Though she was lazy, superficial and unmotivated, she was very intelligent. And despite all her flaws she still managed to be a fun person to hang around, most of the time.
At 21 years of age, Renee was 5’7, a bit shorter than her older sister, and at 125lbs, probably almost 100 pounds lighter. Thin and toned, Renee regularly exercised and rarely indulged. Her self-proclaimed goal in life was to ‘marry rich.’ With long, dark brown hair, a narrow waist, big perky breasts, and a firm hourglass shape to die for, her goal probably wasn’t outside of her realm of possibilities.
But this isn’t the story of Renee’s dream to marry rich coming true, it’s the story of one fateful Christmas Eve…
…
“See Renee! No problem! *Wheeze* I told you this still fit!!” Nicole spitefully declared much to the amusement of her younger sister who enjoyed watching her overweight sibling struggle.
This latest episode of denial was certainly something to behold, but it wasn’t anything truly out of character for Renee’s blissfully stubborn older sister. Renee knew full well that her sister’s prized onesie Christmas pajamas were the last article of clothing that still fit her from her college glory days, on account of their immense stretchiness.
“Barely.” Renee teased, crossing her arms, “They look like they’re about to burst at the seams.”
Turning to get a look of herself in the bathroom mirror, Nicole’s eyes confirmed exactly what Renee just told her, her big belly and butt seemed poised to burst through the thin layer of Christmas-tree-decorated fabric struggling to contain all her girth. But she couldn’t face the truth. Instead, she grunted, “They are not! Something’s wrong with the mirror…”
“Nothing’s wrong with the mirror.” Renee shook her head in an amused disbelief, “Face it. You’ve outgrown them fatty.”
‘Impossible…’ Nicole fretted internally, as she stomped onto the bathroom scale, her overweight body jiggling endlessly as she did.
The number that popped up on the little screen was not a kind one:
226lbs…
“Eww! Something’s wrong with the scale! I do not weigh that much!” Nicole pouted, as her mushy arms self-consciously hugged her doughy midsection.
“Nothing’s wrong with the scale.” Renee shook her head, while she watched her sister making a fool of herself.
“That’s impossible!” Nicole argued earnestly.
“Impossible?” Renee echoed raising an eyebrow and poking her sister firmly in her fat belly, “Have you seen the way you eat?”
Blushing, Nicole avoided eye contact, “Okay, so I’ve put on a little bit of weight since last year…”
“A little bit? Does ‘this'” Renee emphasized by grabbing her sister’s big roll of lower belly fat and shaking it, “Feel like a ‘little bit’ of weight to you? I don’t remember your belly sticking out this much last Christmas. Mom and dad are gonna have a cow when they see that you’ve turned into one!”
Pushing her sister’s prying hands away, Nicole stammered in denial, “Shut up, I mean, it’s normal for weight to fluctuate from year to year…”
“Fluctuate? You make is sound like you’re retaining water! You’ve gained 50 pounds since last year! Face it. You got fat sis. You’re gonna have to start cutting back on the sweets!” Renee accused much to Nicole’s horror.
The thought of giving up her stress relieve was too terrifying to consider. Bargaining, Nicole promised, “I’ll just hit the treadmill twice as hard after New Year’s.”
“Quit kidding yourself fatty. No, you won’t.” Renee argued before changing her tone, “In the meantime, could you kindly take MY pajamas off before your dump truck of a booty permanently stretches them!”
“YOUR pajamas??? Mom bought these for me 3 years ago! I love these! They have, ‘meet me under the mistletoe’ written on the butt flap!” Nicole pouted feeling cornered. She’d given her sister every article of clothing from her wardrobe that she’d outgrown, but this was a step too far.
Renee was just being greedy.
“Yeah, but they’re not exactly your size anymore are they?” Renee teased pointing back to the scale.
“They still fit.” Nicole grunted, lying to herself.
“You look like you stuffed yourself into a sausage casing. They don’t fit. Do yourself a favor and wear something else to the party before you humiliate yourself in front of everyone.” Renee savagely pointed out.
“Quit being a brat, it’s not your size either so why don’t you just leave me alone!” Nicole growled knowing deep down that her sister was right. She knew she should have just worn an ugly holiday sweater and some stretchy black yoga pants to her office’s big party tonight, but she didn’t want to give in and let her younger sister successfully bully her around. She had half a mind to uninvite her sister, but she didn’t want to go alone. Besides, everyone in the office loved her sister. Especially the guys…
“Whatever, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to get changed.” Renee sighed, as she made her way out of the bathroom. As she left, she muttered under her breath, “Jeez, I thought you people were supposed to be jolly.”
Hearing but not wanting to address Renee’s last subtle jab, Nicole turned to her reflection and thought to herself, ‘Another fat joke? Wonderful, thanks sis… Wish you were fat too, then you wouldn’t be making jokes at my expense all the time…’
There had been a time, all those years ago, when Renee had actually somewhat respected and looked up to her, but those days were long gone. It seemed only a Christmas miracle would put her sister back in her place…
Just then, Nicole noticed a notification pop up on her phone. An amazon package had just arrived.
“That’s funny?” She muttered to herself, “I didn’t order anything.”
Going to her door, Nicole opened it and noticed not one, but two packages. One was labeled ‘Nicole’ and the other ‘Renee’.
“Christmas gifts?” Nicole wondered, as she brought the boxes over to the kitchen and opened the one with her name on it. Inside of it was a little letter and a little box.
The letter read:
Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas Nicole!
I hope you’ll forgive me for the Amazon delivery method, but your apartment doesn’t have a chimney! I WISH you a merry Christmas!
-S Claus
……………………
“Santa? I swear, Renee better not be pranking me…” Nicole hummed to herself, as she opened the little box and removed a strange stone from it. It had something etched into it…
‘Close your eyes and make a wish…’
Doing as the stone said, Nicole grasped it in her hand, closed her eyes, and wished out of spite, “I wish Renee was the fat sister.”
Opening her eyes, Nicole’s hand somehow felt lighter. Opening it up, to her amazement the stone she was clutching was now gone.
“What the heck just happened?” Nicole mused to herself figuring her imagination must have gotten the better of her.
Throwing the remnants of her mysterious package in the trash, Nicole heard footsteps approaching.
Entering the kitchen, Nicole got a look of Renee’s attire for the party. Thin and fabulous as ever, Renee had clothed herself in an incredibly skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit. Delicate red mesh stockings, a tight body contouring red dress with immaculate holiday embroideries and fluffy white lacing, high-heeled boots, a little black belt, Santa hat, and cleavage galore. To say Nicole felt jealous of her sister’s impressive physique would be an understatement.
Ignoring her sister’s gaze, Renee observed the remaining package on the counter and wondered, “What’s that?”
“A gift from Santa I think?” Nicole replied absentmindedly.
“Gimmie!” Renee burst smiling devilishly. In an instant she tore it open and marveled in the cute little box she’d received. Hoping it was jewelry, she squeaked excitedly, “Cute.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” Nicole agreed noticing that Renee hadn’t paid a second thought to the little letter that fell out from the box.
Opening her gift without a second of hesitation more, Renee seemed shocked by what she’d just received.
“Coal!? HA HA, very funny Nicole!” Renee venomously grumbled, while chucking it in the trash and focusing her mind on getting to the party, “Now are you going to change out of that ridiculous outfit so we can go?”
“Hmhm, just give me a minute.” Nicole smiled to herself exceptionally happy that Renee had made the naughty list this year.
‘Perhaps Santa is real after all…’ Nicole mused, subsequently deciding to swap out her strained onesie for an ugly sweater and some black yoga pants.
…
After Renee downed a few shots of vodka to ‘get her buzz on’ while Nicole was changing, the duo spent nearly half an hour driving through traffic across town, the sisters finally found a parking garage two blocks away from the bar her office had rented out for their holiday party. After parking, the sisters walked down the sidewalk of the relatively busy neighborhood chit-chatting about their soon-to-be night out on the town when suddenly Nicole heard a strange noise emanating from Renee’s stomach.
It was unquestionably a noisy rumbling tummy.
“You feeling okay?” Nicole wondered. Renee had certainly overdone it with the shots back at the apartment and was already drunk.
“Can we… can we stop at Shake Shake?? I’m starvingggg…” Renee slurred her request. The skinny mini could never handle her liquor well.
“Shake Shake?” Nicole repeated not understanding what her sister meant.
A little impatient, Renee pointed across the street and grunted, “Shake Shack! Right there!”
“Okay, okay, let’s grab a bite before the party.” Nicole conceded, while her own greed gut swayed her opinion. She’d had some leftover pasta for dinner, but nothing too substantial.
Entering the establishment, the sisters waited in line. Nicole was patient, as usual, but Renee seemed unusually testy. For the liquored-up wannabe trophy wife, she was experiencing a hunger like she’d never felt before. Her newfound lust for food was apparent in her order:
“I’ll have a… bacon cheeseburgerrrr, AND a shack stack… aaaaand for sidessss I’ll have the Bacon cheese friessss and the chicken bites with barbeque sauce. To drink… get me a large coke and chocolate milk shake.” Renee slowly finished what she was saying only to seem somewhat unsatisfied with her order, “And what the heck, get me a grilled cheese too. It’s the holidays.”
“Are you kidding me? Eyes bigger than your stomach much?? You will never eat all that.” Nicole doubted her skinny younger sister. The fitness princess had ordered enough food for a woman three times her size.
“Will too!” Renee protested immaturely by sticking out her tongue toward her sister.
“Fine, I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish.” Nicole sighed, as she handed her money over to the cashier, so accustomed to paying for her younger sister that she didn’t even think twice about it.
“Then prepare to be hungryyy the rest of the night.” Renee vowed with a determined look in her drunkenly glazed over eyes.
A few minutes later, with food finally in front of them. Renee started to eat, and it looked to Nicole like the poor girl hadn’t eaten in days. Starting with the shack stack, the cheeseburger topped with a shroom burger, lettuce, tomato, a heaping load of shack sauce and ketchup didn’t stand a chance.
Nicole was shocked into silence. She had never, ever, ever, seen Renee make a display of eating so gluttonously. It was like her sister had been replaced by a starving pig!
Zoning out in the face of her sister’s insatiable display, it was impossible for Nicole to determine the last time Renee had taken a breath. The scantily clad party girl actually seemed to inhale bite after bite of her food. It was like she didn’t need oxygen…
Once nothing was left of her first burger, Renee used a napkin to clean her face before swiftly turned her attention to her bacon cheeseburger. This one lasted even less time than the first. Whatever hunger had taken possession of her sister, it didn’t seem like anything she forced into her mouth and down her throat was enough to quell it.
That’s when Nicole stopped looking at what Renee was eating and started looking at her sisters’ body, the body she had been so envious of for the last two years. For some reason, looking at her stuff her face, Nicole wasn’t feeling quite so jealous.
Then, a stray thought crossed her mind, “Does Renee look, bigger… than usual?”
Maybe Renee was just sitting at a bad angle, or had she put on a few pounds this holiday season that Nicole just hadn’t noticed until now? It was her stomach. Every time Renee lustfully breathed in another mouthful of food, her trim tummy seemed to press more tightly against the constraint of her tight red dress. The little black belt she was wearing looked like it was holding on for dear life. In fact, blinking a couple times, Nicole realized with certainty that her sister’s tummy didn’t look quite so trim anymore.
‘When did Renee sprout a soft little pot-belly?’ Nicole thought to herself in silence, as Renee finished her burger and moved onto her chicken bites.
Ravenously dunking one chicken bite after another into the pile of barbeque sauce on her plate and then popping them into her mouth, it looked to Nicole like Renee’s outfit was actually shrinking! ‘Wait, not shrinking… Renee… Renee is growing?? Growing fatter!?’
Nicole was at a loss for words to describe what she was seeing. With each subsequent bite of fast food, Renee’s formerly toned frame softened and filled out just a little bit. A pinch of pudgy there, and inch of fat there… It was like each bite of food caused her to put on an additional five pounds! Before her very eyes, her sister had changed from a flawlessly thin beauty into a pudgy pot-bellied one!
But this miraculous change wasn’t stopping. If anything, the change was accelerating! As Renee continued to eat like a woman three times her size, her body was filling out more and more! Her dress rode higher and gradually began to tighten against the thickening of her hips and thighs. Her belt seemed to tighten as each gluttonous piece of fast food graced her lips.
‘She’s almost as tubby as me…’ Nicole thought to herself feeling a strong sense of joy overcoming her. Her sister always teased her for being fat, and now it looked like Renee was going to be the fat sister!
With the chicken bites completed, Renee started filling her greedy mouth with bacon cheese fries. Another bite, another inch of new fleshy mass seemed to find its way onto Renee’s thickening frame. Renee didn’t seem to notice the changes her body was going through, but Nicole couldn’t ignore it now.
‘This is my Christmas wish come true…’ Nicole finally realized with a sense of excitement, as she watched Renee seem to slowly rise up in her seat, while she remained seated. Looking down in curiosity, Nicole realized that as Renee greedily stuffed bacon cheese fries into her mouth, her once pert butt was furiously expanding into two big orbs of thick fat.
Two minutes later, upon completion of Renee’s grilled cheese and large coke, the chunky Mrs. Claus now looked like she really filled the part. Her hips softened, widened, and flared out. Most of the fat Renee was magically gaining collected around her now bulbous torso and massive lower body, but her breasts were now ballooning as well. Her fat body had inflated, but she wasn’t done growing yet. She’d gone from looking like a girl who never skipped cardio day to looking like a girl who never skipped dessert!
The greasy fast-food finally seemed to be slowing Renee down, as her newly pudgy arm struggled to bring her chocolate milkshake to her lips. With alcohol fogging her mind or perhaps some form of Christmas magic, Renee appeared so addicted to food and so unaware of what was happening with her body, that once she got her thicker lips around her straw, she began gulping her shake into the recesses of her rapidly expanding body without any hesitation.
She was fatter than Nicole now, by a lot. Each gulp of that shake seemed to stick 10 extra pounds of fat to Renee’s bulbous body. This remarkable transformation was surely some kind of Christmas miracle, but in all honesty the real miracle was that Renee’s dress, now stretched to the limit, hadn’t ripped into shreds yet. Either the dress had always been extremely elastic and stretchy or whatever magic was at work here was doing its darndest to protect Renee from an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.
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