Santa Kylie and her Helpers

Why Kylie had thought that a ‘sexy Santa costume’ wouldn’t be this revealing was beyond her. It also didn’t help that the costume was definitely not from the maternity section, which was where most of Kylie’s clothes came from nowadays.

The flustered woman turned in the mirror, getting a side-profile of herself. Her raven-colored hair was tied back into a ponytail, but it still ran down the length of her body all the way past her knees. She really needed a haircut. From the bottom of her hair, she had on red leggings with white fluffy trim on top that ran to almost the top of her soft thighs.

This is where the outfit began to show its flaws. She could clearly see the front of her festive red panties despite the fact that her skirt should have reached to just above her leggings. It instead barely reached the bottom of her gut. It wasn’t exactly the dress’ fault, though. Kylie’s butterball of a belly made it hard for anything short of a full dress to cover it. Her thighs being only ‘soft’ was due to all of her weight continuing to only add to her belly, making a giant mound of soft chub with her skin somehow managing to hold it all upright and tight.

While it certainly wasn’t well-fitting, her Santa-style skirt still looked nice. It hugged her small chest well, giving the girls a little bit of a boost, and bared some of her slender arms. She had even pulled on the gloves. Why a ‘sexy Santa’ outfit had gloves was anyone’s guess, but her hands felt cozy at least.

Kylie noticed her cheeks turning a bit red as she examined herself. She had disliked her potbelly and all the issues that came with it once, but now…

She shook her head and scurried out of the bathroom. As she shut the door behind her, a voice from down the hall made her start.

“I knew that would look good on you~”

Kylie looked over to see Grace leaning on the edge of Ver’s bedroom door frame. Her heart skipped a beat as she drank in the sight before her. Grace had changed her outfit as well, abandoning her usual boyish clothes and putting on… an elf costume. A slutty elf costume. It was basically a fir-green tube-top with red fluff lining the top and bottom and a black belt around her middle. It fit her chest rather snugly and barely covered any of her thighs. Oh, and she had a Santa-like hat with the same design theme, which seemed a bit pointless, but… it kinda worked?

Grace stopped her casual leaning and slunk towards Kylie. She gave the front of the Santa skirt a little tug, pulling it down over Kylie’s belly, before letting go and watching it spring back up. She smirked. “A perfect fit.”

Kylie steeled her nerves and tugged on the bottom of Grace’s elf-tube-top. It barely even responded to her pull. “I-I could say the same to you.”

The well-toned woman’s smirk widened as she grabbed Kylie’s waist and pulled her closer, her abs pressing tightly against Kylie’s soft belly. “Right? Getting into this thing wasn’t even close to fun, but you can help me see if takin’ it off is…”

Whoops. Kylie’s confidence had worked too well.

“Jesus, Grace, I did NOT shoe-horn you into that thing for you to peel it off the moment I take my eyes off of you!”

From inside the bedroom itself, Kylie’s adorable girlfriend Ver trotted out. She had changed too, though into something more… reasonably sized. Candy-cane stockings led into a green and red elf dress with plenty of lace and a low-cut top. It was actually remarkably similar to Kylie’s Dress, but with her cleavage bare instead of her shoulders and arms. Not that she had much cleavage to bare, but it still made Kylie blush.

“Aw c’mon, missus head elf!” Grace teased, shifting to where she was beside Kylie with one arm around her waist. “It’d just be a little warm-up before we got started! Wouldn’tcha like a warm butter-ball ‘stead of a cold one?”

Ver glanced at Kylie’s flushed cheeks, then scowled at Grace. “She looks plenty ‘warmed-up’ to me. Besides, Misty said that the last of the treats were just about done, so we need to get ‘Santa’ ready.”

Santa Kylie was pretty sure she’d never be ready for what was in store for her tonight, but if anything, that just made her even more excited.

Grace groaned but pulled away from Kylie. “Tch. Killjoy.” She traipsed past Ver into the bedroom. Kylie’s eyes watched her go, noticing that the bottom of her rear poked out from the bottom of her tube top. Sweet Christmas, that dress was not the right size - which made it the perfect size.

A cold hand on her arm made Kylie squeak, shaking her from her skimpy-elf-costume-induced stupor. Kylie looked to see Ver grabbing her arm. And was she… pouting? Ver looked away, her cheeks a bit pink, as she said, “Grace isn’t your only helper tonight, you know. Plus, you know how she is. That thing was probably, like, twenty dollars max. I bet it’ll split right down the middle way before it’s time to take it off.”

Kylie stared down at the tiny blonde. “Are you… jealous?”

“What!? No, I’m-” Ver stopped herself. She pursed her lips, then looked down at her feet. “Well… maybe I SOMETIMES wish that you would… that I had a bit of what Grace or Misty have so that… uh… y-you know…”

“Awwww, Ver!” Kylie said, wrapping her arms around Ver’s shoulders. “You know I love you just the way you are, right?”

“The way that you were staring at Grace’s ass says that you love the way she is more.”

“W-Well-” Kylie stammered, “Yeah, that- uh, yeah, Grace is- b-but no, I- uh-”

Ver giggled and stood up on her toes, pecking Kylie on the cheek. “Don’t go into a gay panic on my account now! I was just teasing. Besides, you know I love Grace’s ass just as much as you do.” She looked into Kylie’s eyes for a moment, then glanced away. “...But… yeah, I… Thanks. I, uh, love the way you are too.”

As Kylie felt her heart flutter in her chest, Ver cleared her throat and grabbed Kylie’s hand. “W-Well, come on then! If we don’t hurry up, everything’s gonna get cold!”

Kylie let herself get dragged into the bedroom. All she knew about their ‘plans’ for the evening was that the apartment reeked of sugar and pastries and that Misty had tossed the Santa costume at her and told her to go change in the bathroom. So she was naturally shocked when Kylie quickly spun her around upon entering the bedroom and shoved her onto the bed. And doubly shocked when something fuzzy was wrapped around her right wrist and ankle in quick succession.

The startled woman whipped her head around to find Grace grinning like a madwoman down by her feet. The fuzzy sensation on her ankle was a fluffy red pair of handcuffs from the look of it, and they were attached to the bedpost at the end of the bed. Kylie glanced up at her wrist and saw that it was the same situation there. And, being the dense fool that she was, she didn’t realize that her other wrist and ankle had just been tied down the same way by Ver until she tried to scoot over to free herself.

The bed squeaked as Ver kneeled on the plush comforter next to her. She smirked maliciously as she leaned in close, her loose blonde hair falling dangling around her head, and she whispered, “The safe word is ‘The diabetic has carpal tunnel syndrome’.”

Kylie blinked. “Wh… What? What kind of safe word is that?”

Ver giggled. “One you won’t remember until you really need to~”

“No, I’ll totally… uh… I… shit.”

Grace let out a bark of laughter. “Seriously, what’s with that memory of yours? People usually forget stuff in the throes of passion, not remember.”

“Why does it matter that much?” Kylie grumped, embarrassed. She tugged on her wrist restraints, but they were well-secured. Comfy, but well-secured. She glanced over at Grace. “How long have you had these?”

“They’re not mine.”

Kylie looked over at Ver, but the small woman just raised her hands. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m only a D when it comes to feeding. I’m an S normally.”

“...What?”

A bit of blush returned to Ver’s cheeks. “If you don’t know, you don’t need to know. The point is that they’re not mine.”

Kylie was about to ask whose they were then, but the answer entered the room before she could. Misty walked in holding a full cake, but that wasn’t even close to the first thing Kylie noticed. The punk-style woman was in a pure green dress that barely reached her thighs and revealed plenty of her chest. She had on a tight belt that pinched her waist and a very tight corset with red strings around her torso that did much more than just pinch. It looked both incredibly hot and incredibly painful.

As Misty walked in and set the cake down on the bed between Kylie's restrained feet, Kylie just stared at her. The jet-black-haired woman noticed and looked down at herself. “Did I spill somewhere?”

“N-no, that’s-” Kylie started, but she quickly gave up. “Uh… no, never mind. Your elf outfit looks great, Misty.”

“Oh. Thanks. It was from a cousin. We don’t speak anymore.”

Kylie kinda wished that she hadn’t heard that.

“Well, all attempted incest aside-” Grace joked, picking up the cake and slinking to the head of the bed. “How about it, Santa? Do you want some of the treats your helpers have made for you?”

A bead of sweat ran down the small of Kylie’s back. She opened her mouth to answer, but her stomach did it for her, rumbling loudly. She turned a violent shade of red as the other three laughed. “Sounds like that’s a definite ‘yes’!” Ver cackled, trailing the side of Kylie’s belly with a finger. “Don’t worry, Santa; your lovely helpers will make sure your belly can shake like a bowl full of jelly before Christmas gets here~”

“It… kinda already does,” Kylie pointed out.

“And it’ll do it MORE after tonight!” Grace interrupted as she grabbed a handful of cake with her bare hand and shoved it into Kylie’s open mouth. The bound woman, taken aback for a second, felt herself melt as the heavenly taste of red velvet and cream cheese enveloped her taste buds. She swallowed, then felt another handful of cake getting crammed into her mouth.

Grace was in full force tonight. She mercilessly kept Kylie’s mouth packed full of cake at all times forcing her to practically swallow each mass of dense confectionery whole. She could feel crumbs and frosting smearing all over her face as Grace fed her, but surprisingly enough, she didn’t care. Compared to what Grace would do when it was just the two of them, a small mess like that was nothing.

…It probably wasn’t a good thing that Kylie was getting desensitized to having food smeared all over her, was it…?

Then, before she knew it, the onslaught of cake ended. Kylie blinked. She looked down at the cake pan in Grace’s hand. It was empty. Had she really eaten the entire thing already? She barely even felt full yet. Sure, she was comfortably full, but not stuffed or anything yet. How was this possible…?

“Man, you really gobbled that thing down, huh, piggy?” Grace crooned. She dragged a messy finger across Kylie’s face, then licked the finger clean. She chuckled and set the cake pan down. “Now then, why don’t we-”

“Grace.”

Grace froze, her cake and frosting-covered hand halfway to Kylie’s belly. Misty stood in the open doorway, a plate of sugar cookies in one hand and a bowl of something in the other. She didn’t say anything else. She just raised an eyebrow.

That was enough of a warning. Grace sighed and stayed her hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll go get a warm towel.” And with that, she left.

Misty set the plate down where the cake had been before. Kylie couldn’t easily see what was down there with her belly in the way, but the pleasant warmth she felt radiating against her calves told her that there were more freshly baked goods than just the cookies down there.

Ver came in shortly after with two giant jugs of eggnog. She let them thump against the carpet next to the bed, then looked up at Kylie - namely, at her belly. “Ooh, looks like you’re getting rounder!”

Was she? Kylie looked down at herself. She couldn’t really tell, and she didn’t feel that full yet, so… she just gave a small smile and opened her mouth.

Ver raised an eyebrow, then gave an evil smirk. “Looks like Santa’s extra hungry today, huh? Don’t worry, we’ve got more than enough Christmas joy to get that belly of yours to the right size!”

Without exchanging a word, Misty handed the mystery bowl off to Ver and leaned against the wall behind her. Ver picked up a spoon that was in the bowl and scooped out a heaping glob of what looked like pudding. Actually, scratch that - it was pudding. Kylie didn’t even want to consider it being anything else.

The spoonful of pudding filled Kylie’s mouth with rich chocolate. It went down smooth, letting Kylie immediately open her mouth for more. Ver was all too happy to oblige, shoveling pudding past Kylie’s lips the moment they parted. The bowl was large, easily holding more than a liter’s worth of pudding, but it was emptying at an unhealthy rate.

Unlike Grace, Ver was very careful to spill as little as possible while feeding Kylie, but the bound woman was becoming quite a mess anyways - just not from food. She was starting to regret acting so eager at the start. The amorphous dessert had quickly filled up the extra room inside of her and was now sitting like a stone inside her gut. A stone that was growing heavier and heavier inside of her as Ver scooped ever more of the filling goop into her mouth.

The scraping of metal on ceramic signaled the last spoonful of pudding. Kylie was both grateful and somewhat disappointed as Ver slipped the spoon past her lips for the last time. She sighed, taking a moment to appreciate how full and warm her belly felt, but yelped as something rough and warm touched her face.

“Oh, shush, you big baby,” Grace grunted, wiping at Kylie’s face with what seemed to be a wet towel. “Trust me, I like this even less than you do.”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t like it, you damn slob,” Ver sniffed, letting the spoon clank into the now-empty bowl. She grinned cockilly at Grace. “But hey, no judgment! I guess I just don’t understand the fine intricacies of wiping food out of my nooks and crannies.”

“You say that like you got nooks and crannies to get food in in the first place.”

Kylie couldn’t hold back a snort. Ver stared daggers at Kylie. “Oh, that was funny, was it? Huh?”

“N-No, I just- had some pudding caught in my throat.”

“Bull. Shit. Just wait, you blubber gut, I’m gonna ram you so full of junk food that you’re gonna finally have some meat on your goddamn ass!”

Considering that she was this big and her butt was barely bigger than Ver’s, that threat was genuinely terrifying.

But she was saved for the moment. Misty stepped forward holding the two jugs of eggnog and held them up, raising an eyebrow. “Alright then, ‘Santa’. Make your choice.”

Misty cracked a slight smile. Uh-oh. That was never a good sign.

“One of these is kiddie eggnog and the other is the good stuff,” Misty stated. “Choose.”

Ver’s eyes traced Kylie’s dress down to where the bottom hem rested on top of her belly, though it now rested noticeably higher up than it did earlier. Her mouth formed the same malicious look as Misty. Double uh-oh.

“Uh…” Kylie frantically looked between the two. She was a heavyweight when it came to booze (much to her friend’s delight), but even she would be left on cloud nine after a gallon’s worth of Misty’s festive eggnog. And she really lost control when she was out of it. “The… right one! Uh- my right, not yours!”

Misty held up her left hand and the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. “Of course, ‘Santa’. Just let your elf get the funnel.”

Triple uh-oh. Kylie had chosen poorly, she knew it. She wondered how much of the rest of the night she would remember come tomorrow…

A red plastic funnel was put into her mouth, held in place by Grace. Misty opened the cap and started to pour.

Yup. That was booze-nog, all right. At least Misty made one hell of a ‘nog.

Kylie gulped down the thick liquid as quickly as she could, feeling it warm her throat and chest as it drained down into her stomach. Normally her belly would welcome some liquid after a stuffing, but the pudding had already filled in all the cracks inside of her. Now her belly was just angry, gurgling unhappily as gulp after gulp of alco-nog gurgled down her gullet.

A pair of cold hands snuck underneath her dress, startling Kylie for a moment before leaving her with her eyes half-sunk from pleasure. The small hands pressed in and kneaded her full gut, relieving pressure from deep within while hitting all of the sensitive spots that Kylie had. Ver had really learned all the spots that made her purr…

But even still, downing the whole jug of eggnog was difficult. She already had a good amount of food inside of her and eggnog was by no means light. Her belly grew tighter underneath Ver’s delicate fingers, feeling heavier and heavier with every gulp.

Finally, the last drop was gone. Kylie gasped for breath as Misty tossed the jug away. She was wondering just how much more she could potentially take, but her thoughts froze as Misty bent down and picked up the abandoned jug of eggnog.

It had been a trick. There was no choice. Only suffering.

Kylie pulled on her restraints, but of course, they didn’t budge. What had the safeword been again? Uh… something about Diogenes with carps? Cars in tunnels? Oh fuck, what had it-

The silky-smooth eggnog enveloped her tongue and, as if by reflex, her throat began slurping down the heavy liquid. This eggnog was, thank Christ, brandy-free, but it was still another whole gallon of eggnog! Kylie was already so full! She couldn’t take a second one of these, she would burst! She couldn’t!

But she couldn’t do anything except swallow, her belly growing ever tauter. She could feel the dress riding further up her swelling belly, feel the fuzzy lining tickling her warm skin as it inched further away from where it should be by her hips.

Her head was starting to feel a bit lighter now. The brandy was starting to take effect. Kylie had no idea how it was even digesting when she had so much junk clogging up her belly, but it was processing miraculously fast. And as she chugged more and more thick eggnog, she began to… she began to feel…

Fantastic.

Kylie groaned softly as the uncomfortable tightness immediately flipped into heavenly pleasure. Ver’s hands were hitting all the right spots, making kylie’s toes curl up in the plush comforter.

More, more, and more! Kylie greedily guzzled everything Misty had to offer, embracing the heaviness in her belly. And after Misty tossed the jug aside and Grace pulled the funnel from her mouth, Kylie was in dismay. “No… m- *URP* more…?”

“Oh, there’s plenty more than that, Santa Kylie~” Grace hummed. She leaned down and licked up a trail of eggnog off of Kylie’s face that had leaked out of her mouth. She straightened up, licking her lips.

“Before that, though,” Misty interjected. She looked down at Kylie and raised an eyebrow. “Is there anything you want to say, Kylie?”

Kylie thought for a moment. Then she settled on, “Can we do the *BUORP* sugar cookies next? They’re bite size~”

Ver cackled from her place next to Kylie’s belly. She leaned on the massive orb, making Kylie squeak with ecstasy. “You heard her, Misty! Hand me the cookies! I made a promise that I fully intend to keep!”

Misty eyed Kylie’s red-flushed cheeks and her smile widened. She got the cookies for Ver and sat on the edge of the bed, taking over for Ver on tum-rub duty. She didn’t know all the spots like Ver did, but her fingers were very nimble and still did a great job at relieving pressure.

The plate of cookies disappeared rapidly with Kylie chomping them down in record time. A serving of brownies went down her throat after them, followed by a pile of gingerbread and some random sweets that Grace hadn’t bothered building into a house.

Treat after treat vanished down Kylie’s ravenous maw. Every bite made her tummy a little tighter, each crumb made her belly press that much tighter against her lungs. She was panting, nearly drooling, her stomach bulging in sight now even beyond her dress. Grace was tracing shapes on Kylie’s inner thigh, sending shivers of tension surging through her body. Grace’s hands hardly sank into her chubby belly anymore, the monumental mound of food inside overwhelming even her voluminous belly.

Kylie’s belly trembled. She was so full! So tight! She couldn’t- ah! Her tummy was roaring, violently protesting the month’s worth of sugary snacks that had been forced into it. And yet she ate more and more! She needed it! She was in bliss!

Ah! Kylie froze, half of a gingerbread man in between her teeth. Her belly was quivering. She winced. She slowly took the bisected cookie man, chewed it, and swallowed. She gasped and shuddered as her belly throbbed. She felt like she had gained another inch just from that one swallow alone. This was it. She… she couldn’t…

Ver went to shove another gingerbread man into her mouth, but when Kylie opened her mouth, something came out instead; “Th-The diabetic h- *HIC* -has carpal t-tunnel syndr- *OoOOo* -me…”

“Dammit!” Ver groaned. She dropped the cookie back onto the plate and sighed. “We were so close, too. Seriously, this would’ve been the first time you’ve actually finished all of our food…”

Kylie belched and lay still, panting heavily. Her body twitched and spasmed, unbelievably sensitive from the sheer amount of tension her massive gut was putting on her body. It didn’t help that Grace’s hands were still south of the border, or that Misty’s hands had been heaten up by her furnace of a gut and felt better than ever on her distended gut. She could barely think straight. Her arms and legs were a bit numb, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was-

“AH!” Kylie cried as Ver clamped onto her neck. The impish woman sucked on her neck before moving down to her collarbone, nibbling on it. One of Ver’s hands slipped down Kylie’s shirt to her breast, teasing the already erect peak that her fingers found, while the other hand reached behind Kylie’s head to grasp her hair.

Misty abandoned her spot by Kylie’s belly to move around to the other side of her and climbed onto the bed as well. Her lips met Kylie’s ear, her teeth grazing her lobe before moving to her lips. And Grace was- OH! OH, GRACE WAS-

AAAAAAAHHH!

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Yup. Kylie didn’t remember a single thing from Christmas night past that first sip of eggnog.

She didn’t know why her stomach was so sore, why her neck felt sore in certain spots, or where her panties had gone since her pelvis felt rather brisk in the morning air. She didn’t know when Ver had passed out clinging to her, one head on her tit, while her own head was resting on Misty’s tit, or why Grace was curled up in between her legs like a dog, or how Grace’s tube-top had ripped in half with each half hanging from different bedposts.

But even though she couldn’t remember, she had a pretty good idea why her stomach was towering a solid amount higher than it had been before the eggnog. And if this was after a night of digestion, then Kylie was pretty sure she knew now why her stomach was sore.

Kylie sighed and closed her eyes. She didn’t mind drinking that much, but… God, she just wished she could remember… Hopefully these three would be ‘Santa’s little helpers’ again next year, but she’d have to insist on no eggnog.

Well… ok, maybe a little eggnog.

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Hey, the fic is on time this time! And all it cost was the other fic being posted tomorrow instead, but past me was a smart human being and made it a RANGE, so that one will be on time too! 2022 is definitely starting off on the right foot!

Here's Kylie and her gal pals with benefits havin' a merry and gay Christmas all around. One might question why I chose to have this be a second jolly fic and not a New Years' fic, but I had the scenario idea and was not gonna wait a whole year to write this. Plus a friend of mine may have something special to accompany this a bit later that may have also influenced it into being a Christmas fic, so get hyped~

See y'all in the new year! Stay frosty!