Christmas DxD Pt 3 (Patreon)

Series: Highschool DxD

Characters: Rias, Akeno, Issei, Xenovia, Asia, Koneko, Kiba

Contains: Weight gain, stuckage, tube feeding, blob

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Rias slowly felt herself wake up. The empty floating sensation of sleep gave way to the weightiness of reality, and she felt her large, heavy body in bed. She felt how her right cheek was squished into a fluffy pillow and how her mattress conformed around a thick arm and the rolls along her side. She lifted her head and brushed fat fingers against one cheek, clearing away the crimson hair that clung there.

It had become a struggle for Rias to wake up lately. She would almost always fall back asleep whenever it came time to move. She felt no desire to expend the energy required to move her fat butt. Also, without the magical Santa uniform Rias was given, she felt the full brunt of her weight. It also reminded her that she only continued to grow fatter.

Today was the day, though. It was Christmas Eve, and the entire holiday rested on the broad, meaty shoulders of Rias Gremory. The jolly Santa Clause was still on bed rest, and she was selected to take his place for the biggest holiday of the year.

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Bed springs croaked as Rias rolled from her side to her back. She was immediately assailed with the full weight of her belly. She rested a few moments longer before fully opening her eyes and glanced down. The first thing she saw was her bare breasts. They were naturally voluptuous, and the twin orbs sucked up a fair amount of the calories Rias consumed. It was like two flesh-colored beach balls affixed to her chest, but their supple nature set off the perfect roundness. Even now, their perky pink nipples pointed off and up to the left and right, respectively, as the fat lumps tried to balance with no support. Their sides sloped and squished against her arms while their lower portions leaned against the rising slope of her belly. There even managed to be enough mass to squish against her second extra chin.

Rias’s belly was one of her largest assets, and she could see it even with her breasts in the way. It was the same cream-colored complexion as the rest of her and luxuriously smooth. It was all thanks to her “training” for the role of Santa. The progressively larger meals, frequent snack times, and a wholly ruined metabolism by some sort of festive magic all culminated in a rolling belly. Her stomach was an amalgamation of bumps and mounds when she lay on her back like this. Fat squished against itself and formed rolls while some stretches sagged into flabby, purse-sized groupings of fat. The highest peak was beyond the reach of her arms, the furthest roll was past her knees, and the love handles at her sides were more like slabs half as thick as a memory foam mattress. She had at least come to appreciate it in some ways.

Her fat head glanced to the right, and an emerald green eye settled on the face of a sleeping boy. Rias smiled and reached out a puffy hand. She gently touched Issei’s chin and blushed. The perverted little devil had done the most work in helping Rias come around to her bulk. A particular other devil, a righteous pain in the ass of a best friend, also did some heavy lifting but in a way that was annoying when the conditions weren’t just right. Speaking of which, Rias looked beyond Issei and saw a large mass under the covers that had to be Akeno. As much as she wanted to roll back onto her side and get closer to the two she shared a bed with, she couldn’t. There were only a few hours of light left, and the entire group would need to depart once it got dark.

The mattress groaned once more as Rias sat upright. The next groan came from her as she started to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand up. Her feet pressed the ground, and the mattress was rocked as her butt wobbled every time she leaned forward and back. Unfortunately, all that noise had been enough to rouse Rias and dispel the peaceful air from when she had just woken up. Rias had to stand up. It wouldn’t be easy, but it needed to be done. Things would be easier once she got the magic Santa outfit on. It seemingly made her bulk FEEL lighter, and she could squeeze through narrow passageways more easily…She still got stuck occasionally.

“Nnnngggh!” Rias arched her back, which hardly altered its shape with how much fat was stacked on it. She had back boobs larger than many women’s breasts, and then there was a series of stacked fat rolls thicker than the average person’s upper arm. This continued until the meaty shelf of her butt. There, the mass drastically expanded outward in a plateau-like shelf. They were completely exposed, seeing as Rias always slept in the nude. It just meant another of her massive assets showed plenty of skin. At this point, Rias’s waistline was half of her height, at the very least. While her butt used to be shapely and bubbly, it wasn’t a prime asset like her breasts. One major point of adjustment with her weight was the chaotic movement and balance of such wide hips and a fat ass. She could at least appreciate it as a counterweight to her front.

Rias raised her arms high above her head as she stretched. It felt wonderful for a second, but buried muscles started to burn after a few seconds. Still, she held them up and stretched as much as she could. Her upper arms squished the sides of her round cheeks while bingo wings the size of pillows tried to pull the arms down. They quickly did, and both arms rapidly fell to their owner’s side. They managed a slight bounce as they nosily clapped against sides covered in fat rolls. Her forearms were thick and puffy but not as meaty as her upper arms.

She pressed the palm of her hands on the sides of her legs. Most of her lap was filled with the cascading mass of her belly, but there was a slim portion of her thigh that she could brace against. Rias leaned back before she threw herself forward. The momentum of her belly carried her forward, and she stumbled a few steps. Her body wobbled chaotically, with her belly swaying and bouncing off of her thick knees while her breasts and booty bounced.

The tops of her thighs were the thickest point, easily wider than an average tree’s trunk and nearly as wide as the base of a Christmas tree (branches included). Her legs hardly slimmed further down, but there were small dimpled areas until fat rolled over her knees. The fat that padded her shins was noticeably thinner, while her calves had a heavy curve to them. It all culminated at her cankles, where enough fat managed to roll over and touch the floor. Half the tops of her feet were also covered in the rolled-over sheath of adipose. Though they burned from exhaustion, Rias had managed to stop her forward tumble and steadily waddled to her dresser.

A pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra were selected. “I can’t believe even just getting my underwear is hard.” She whispered and looked down. Her belly squished against the lower half of the dresser as she bent forward. It was the only way she could reach the handles to open the drawers. Her heavy shoulders shrugged as she gently pushed off with her belly and stepped back. The previous tasks were difficult, but now Rias entered the realm where they would be Herculean.

Hammy arms slipped through the small yet powerful straps of the expensive bra. The clasps were on the front as Rias couldn’t hook the standard type anymore. She bent her arms as best she could and grasped each side of the clasps. When she pulled them outward and stretched them around her breasts, the straps over her shoulders sunk into her. Fabric dipped into soft flesh and looked like rising bread wrapped in twine. Despite that appearance, it didn’t pinch or feel uncomfortable to Rias.

Breast fat squished against Rias’s arms as she pulled the clasps closer to each other. The boulders needed to be squished momentarily as their owner stretched her arms as far as they would go. She groaned with effort while her arms began to burn again. The effort was worth it as, after a few seconds, thick, clumsy fingers connected the front of the bra. As she moved her arms away, the garment took over the work of supporting her bust. Now each boob maintained an exquisite, round shape that emphasized their voluptuousness. This caused Rias to smile and toss her crimson hair over her shoulders.

The smile slowly diminished when she realized she had to put her panties on next. Whereas her bra simply required some dexterity in her arms, putting on her panties required balance and maneuverability, which she sorely lacked.

A pair of panties were dropped on the floor and spread out with one foot. Rias then stepped into the wide leg hols and slowly lowered her bulk towards the floor. Her belly rubbed against her upper thighs as she bent her knees, and her butt got closer to the ground. She fumbled for the waistband of her panties blindly as there was too much of her girth in the way to see. She slowly pulled her body up once she finally curled her fingers around the stretchy waistband. The weight of her belly resisted, though, and almost pulled her to the floor. Rias widened her stance and persisted. If she fell now, then there was no way she’d get up on her own.

The gaping leg holes allowed the panties to be hoisted to Rias’s waist, where she ensured they didn’t slip beneath the sheath of her love handles. Fabric spread across her board butt cheeks, but she had to pinch the edges and draw them out as they tried to ride up and vanish between the meaty cheeks.

Rias waddled to a full-body mirror and observed herself. When not worn, her underwear looked comical with the immense cup sizes and enough fabric to fully clothe an average person, but when she donned the sensual set, it looked fantastic. “So even with a few hundred extra pounds, I look good. I just hope I don’t push it any further tonight.” Rias sighed and waddled to her closet. Floorboards creaked beneath her even as she tried to walk gently. Her thighs rubbed against each other while the rest of her bulk resumed its heavy sway.

In a few minutes, she would be dressed, and the magical Santa costume would make her weight much more manageable. It was at the expense of removing the sexiness her cute underwear bestowed upon her and replacing it with a goofy fat demon. If anyone in the underworld saw her like this, she’d curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment. At least her friends supported her. That made it bearable.

There was nothing in the way now. Rias grabbed her Santa pants and leaned against a wall. Her butt squished against it and caused it to groan loudly, but she ignored it. One foot awkwardly lifted from the ground and trembled. Buried muscles started to burn just from lifting that foot. Meanwhile, her other leg started to burn as it supported more weight than it was used to. Slowly, Rias slipped her leg into the pants leg before she started to work on the other.

Rias slowly pulled the pants upward. It was hard to lean forward like this with how her belly pressed against her thighs. The doughy mass of fat would then push her breasts upward, right into her face. Bending over meant she had to press all these fronts of fat together. There was some give thanks to their supple texture, but it wasn’t infinite. Rias was aware her fat would only yield so much, and she was right at the limit. Thankfully, she managed to pull the Santa pants up, easily fitting the soft, warm fabric over her bulbous backside and wide hips.

Rias immediately felt the magic go to work. Some of her weight was mitigated, and balancing felt easier. She ran her thumb along the waistline of the pants, fitting it over the lower parts of her belly. She then obscured herself in the mirror. She dragged one hand over the curve of her hip and butt, and the other went over her belly. She took in the curves and softness, the sheer warmth that radiated as well.

“This is still difficult to wrap my head around,” Rias murmured and squeezed a handful of her gut. “Even more difficult to think I somewhat enjoy it.” She added and sighed heavily. Akeno had sunk her hooks into Rias, which served to convince her…and Issei was exceptionally enthusiastic.

Rias gripped the sides of her head and ruffled her hair. “Ugh, this is so frustrating!” She whispered, the sound hidden under the sound of her body wobbling. “I need to lose this weight the second the holidays are over. If I let it settle, then it’ll get out of control.”

Rias slipped het santa jacket on. It was easy to fit her arms into the sleeves. The fabric seemed to fit around her flabby arms, squeezing just enough to stay stable. The entire outfit had a way of adjusting to the perfect fit. “If only the buttons were easier,” Rias murmured as she fastened them with pudgy fingers. The task was complete once she pulled her belt tighter. Then it seemed like her weight was greatly diminished, but the fluffy mass was all too present.

“Ooh, hello Santa” Akeno cooed and snaked her arms around Rias. She shamelessly began to fondle her friend’s belly, groping heaving handfuls of flab covered in the soft Santa suit. “Did my Christmas gift come early Come now, let’s get you back to be-OOF!” Akeno grunted as Rias roughly thrust a hip against her belly.

“It’s too early for that.” Rias groaned and turned, getting her arm between her bulk and Akeno. She tried to push her friend back, but her hand sank into Akeno’s upper belly. “Get dressed, seriously. We have a long night ahead of us.”

Akeno pouted. “No fun, Rias. Did you forget about last night already?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, squishing supple breasts that barely fit within a lacy black bra. Once she realized her pouting wouldn’t sway Rias, she giggled and waddled to the closet for her clothes.

While direct teasing didn’t work, Akeno had other means to flaunt. She ensured her hips swayed and carried a delicate bounce. Too much would throw her off balance or look silly. Just the right amount rolled the blubber up her hips and sent precise jiggles across her butt cheeks.

Whereas Rias was more belly and top-heavy, Akeno’s body was more bell-shaped. Not as exaggerated as a pear, but with plenty of meat on her hips, butt, and thighs, with more on her belly and upper body to keep anyone cozy.

Akeno’s hips were wider than Rias’s. They stretched out and gently curved down, a roll forming over the tops of her outer thigh. Each of her cheeks was a mix between bubbly and boxy, maintaining the perfect perk with lovely, broad curves. Delicate panties stretched across these curves to show off a tasteful amount of cheek. Rias had no idea how Akeno’s butt didn’t swallow up the fabric like hers… It made no sense, seeing as Akeno’s butt could take up two and a half seats.

Akeno also boasted supple love handles, more than enough for a handful. These sloped into a belly that wasn’t as wide as her hips. Thus, the fat managed to roll to her knees, but plush thighs were still visible at either side. Akeno’s belly was mostly smooth. Not perfectly rounded nor divided into two rolls. It had enough plush volume to reach half of Akeno’s arm length in front of her, and it piled comfortably atop her lap when she sat.

Rias huffed. ‘Why can’t my stomach be that easy to manage? It isn’t fair.’

“Something the matter, Rias?” Akeno asked as she turned from the closet. She had her red tracksuit draped over one arm. It was her Mrs. Claus outfit, and it aided her similarly to Rias’s Santa one. She started with the top. She slipped puffy arms into the sleeves, each fitting her tighter than Rias’s. Akeno’s arms weren’t as flabby as Rias’s, but they had a more uniform roundness to them. She managed to easily wrap the tracksuit around her front and zipped it up. It only covered the upper portion of her belly, but her breasts fit comfortably inside.

Once more, Akeno’s breasts were smaller than Rias’s, but that meant little when they were as large as her head. More than that, they had an exquisite, rounded shape. They looked so easy to manage, and it was easier to find bras to hold them.

“You’re flaunting again.” Rias huffed again.

“Oh? Am I?” Akeno asked wryly as she leaned forward to slip into her pants. Even with her thicker lower body, Akeno got her feet into the leg holes with ease. Her more reserved belly and chest allowed her to bend over, grab the waistband, and pull it up with one smooth motion.

What frustrated Rias the most was the smile on Akeno’s rounded face. Rias felt her eye twitch as she stepped forward. She thrust her front forward so her belly clashed with Akeno’s. “I said it’s too early for this!”

“It’s never too early to be festive~” Akeno pushed back. Her belly melded with Rias’s. Both had such soft tummies that neither could gain an advantage. Fat simply squished and rolled against more fat. Unlike Rias, Akeno’s midsection was partially exposed. She revealed a ring of fat that wrapped around from her lower back to the front of her belly. This exposed plushness seemed exceptionally soft and squishy. It was possibly because of the tracksuit’s magic, but neither could say.

The nearby bedsheets ruffled as Issei slowly sat up. His eyes were barely open, and he leaned from side to side. “Huh? Is it time to go?” He murmured.

Akeno practically vanished from Rias’s side. She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around Issei. She pulled him closer, resting his head against her cleavage as she ensured her hip supported his side. “Not yet, Issei, you can sleep a little longer. Here, let me lull you back to sleep~”

Rias’s eye twitched as she waddled over. She didn’t intend to stomp, but the floor still shook under her footfalls. “Annoying me is one thing, but I won’t let you take Issei. You keep forgetting that he is mine!” Rias returned to bed and pulled on Issei’s arm. The slender limb sank into Rias’s plump belly, and a harder pull bounced Issei’s head against her cleavage.

Akeno didn’t pull back. Instead, she leaned forward. Now, Issei was sandwiched between the two obese girls. This was a three-in-one bonus for Akeno. She got to smother Issei, annoy Rias, and her spare hand could reach around to cop a feel of Rias’s butt.

“Akeno, might I ask what your aim is?” Rias asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Akeno smiled and tilted her head to the side. “Oh, am I doing something? I thought I was just cradling Issei. He worked very hard last night, after all. He needs his rest to pull our soft, heavy bodies on the sleigh.”

Rias started to grit her teeth as Akeno accented every word with a squeeze of her ass. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about what your hand is doing RIGHT NOW!” Rias pushed her body forward. It was the same posturing of slamming her chest against Akeno’s, which had since added to their abundance of belly fat. She almost forgot Issei was between her and Akeno, thus the young man was squeezed fiercely.

Akeno didn’t back down. She pushed back with equal force. “Where’s your Christmas spirit, Rias? We should celebrate the holidays by being merry!” She giggled and tried to squeeze in closer.

Issei was still half asleep through this all. All he knew was that his entire body was enveloped in softness and warmth. ‘Is it Christmas morning already? I must have been super good this year…’ He thought as Akeno and Rias bickered around him.

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Some time had passed before Rias, Akeno, and Issei emerged from their bedroom. Even if Rias and Akeno had been dressed, they needed to tidy themselves. Certain activities had left their clothing and hair disheveled, but the two were still charged with festive cheer.

It was Issei who looked the most haggard. He swayed behind the two, dressed as a reindeer.

Dressed was a stretch as the reindeer costume consisted of tawny-colored shorts and an X-shaped harness across his chest and back. Other than that, the boy was unclothed. (Not that Rias and Akeno minded).

Issei was not alone. The group stepped outside where Santa’s sleigh resided. In front of it were Xenovia and Kiba, each in matching outfits. Issei and Kiba were practically fully clothed compared to Xenovia.

Xenovia’s body had taken on a similar plump and festive state as the other girls. Her shorts were wrapped around hips more broad than the widest point of a Christmas tree. The meaty thickness of her thighs bulged through the shorts’ legs, which were hardly two inches long. The way the fabric squeezed them helped show how pillowy soft and smooth the fat was, flesh traveling out in a broad arc before it tucked back toward wide knees.

Above the shorts were meaty love handles that bulged outward to a comical degree. They sagged more than half of the shorts’ length, leaving much of the fabric hidden from the side. The visible fabric seemed stuffed to bursting with doughy fat. One wrong stretch could tear the sides of the shorts open and allow that fat to spill free into the chill air.

Behind Xenovia, the side currently facing Rias, Akeno, and Issei, was a sizable rear. It wasn’t as grand as Akeno’s, but it had an incredible softness to it. Every subtle movement Xenovia made caused a wave to travel through it. The energy was easily exchanged between cheeks, ensuring both remained in constant motion. The back of the shorts was stretched tautly across Xenovia’s rump, and the upper quarter of her butt bulged from the top. Then, at the back of the leg holes, a sliver of each cheek hung free.

The outfit was comedically skimpy on Issei and Kiba, but it seemed dangerously risqué on Xenovia.

Then, Xenovia turned around. She had heard snow crunch under the approaching trio’s feet. Xenovia’s body was so supple and padded with fat that it wobbled exaggeratedly. Rias and Akeno had outfits with plenty of coverage and support, but Xenovia only had the X-shaped strap like the boys.

The straps were drawn across her sizable breasts and squeezed so the pliable flesh bulged around them. Each was a little larger than her head. This made them larger than they used to be, but the size leap was nothing extreme. Beneath her chest was a sizable belly, but only enough that it could sag to her upper thighs. It was mostly round, slightly rolling at the sides. It was impressive for Xenovia’s weight, though. She hadn’t gained nearly as much weight as the other girls, but her entire shape was a soft teardrop with just the right amount of fat in all the right places.

That’s how Issei felt.

Xenovia walked over and grabbed Issei by his harness. “You’re behind schedule. We were supposed to be waiting thirty minutes before Santa arrives.” She started to drag Issei away despite Rias reaching for him. “There’s no time to waste, we’ve been given the honor of aiding Saint Nicholas, and I don’t want to screw up.”

Issei didn’t mind being tugged around as he got to lean against Xenovia’s side. He shamelessly rested his cheek against the side of Xenovia’s boob. Feeling the warm skin and soft fat was enough to stave off the cold.

Xenovia sighed. “I would have liked to lead the sleigh. That way, you could watch my ass jiggle the entire night. That would inspire you for some baby making, right?” Xenovia asked as she attached Issei to the sleigh. ‘I certainly will feel inspired watching him.’ She thought, gazing at Issei’s ass with zero shame.

“Yeah, I totally would love to gaze at your fat, jigglin’ bootaaaaay, but I’ve got to serve as our Rudolph,” Issei said as he summed the Red Dragon Emperor gauntlet on his left hand. “Although pulling a sleigh around the world sounds a bit lame.”

“We can fool around while Santa goes into the houses,” Xenovia replied bluntly.

“HELL YEAH!” Issei leaped with joy.

“YOU MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT!” Rias exclaimed. “And stop calling me Santa! This is a one-time thing.” Rias felt her anxiety and anger spike. She was about to stomp over and give Issei a piece of her mind. He was so easily swayed to Xenovia after what they (Akeno included) just did in the bedroom.

Two pairs of hands stopped Rias before she waddled more than two steps.

“No time for arguing, boss, get in the sleigh,” Koneko said as she roughly grabbed Rias by her right love handle. She had no reservations about tugging and dragging Rias toward the sleigh. “I’ve got to come along for the ride, which means I can’t snack until we’re done. Come on, move your feet.”

Koneko’s upper body seemed mostly unchanged. There was more fat on her cheeks and chin, padding to her shoulders, and some fluff clung to the undersides of her arms. However, her chest had barely grown at all. There was a layer of new pudge that could hardly be considered breasts, which then flared out to a rounded belly and roll-coated sides. Her wides point were her hips by a fair margin. It made Koneko almost look like a Christmas tree. Her green elf costume furthered the comparison… The bottom of the elf outfit was supposed to be puffy shorts, but any empty space had been filled in with fat. Koneko’s thighs then emerged in exceptionally rounded and smooth lumps that were almost as wide as the hips above them.

Asia was on Rias’s other side. She was more timid and gently pushed her hands against Rias’s side. That still let her feel how soft Rias’s body had become. She smiled nervously and blushed. ‘Oh my, her belly is like a bowl full of jelly!’ She thought to herself. “Santa has to be jolly, Rias, so please try not to be upset! You’re going to do a great job, but we have to go now! The presents are ready, and all the good little boys and girls are waiting for Santa!”

Asia didn’t admit it, but she was just as excited to help Saint Nicholas as Xenovia was. That’s why she got carried away in the festive cheer and holiday snacking.

The best way to describe Asia was like a ball. Perfectly rounded like the cutest Christmas tree ornament ever created. Her arms were fluffy bingo wings, her cheeks as round as a cherub’s, her breasts were a little flabby but as wide as her face, her belly was round and full of Christmas cheer and 8 trays of cookies, her hips flared out wider than her shoulders, and her thighs were plump and pressed together.

Asia’s round figure and the gentle way she coaxed Rias to the sleigh were too adorable to resist. Rias’s feet moved without thinking, and she started to climb to her seat. It would have been difficult without the Santa costume, but Rias was able to hike one fat leg up despite the weight of her belly atop it. She scooted and shimmied onto the sleigh’s bench before she realized something soft blocked her way.

“Akeno?!” Rias exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

Akeno giggled as she cozied up beside Rias. Their combined widths took up the entire bench and left zero wiggle room. Their hips toward the outside were smooshed against the sleigh’s walls, and their hips inside were pressed firmly together. The two fronts of soft fat melded as if they were made for each other, and even their love handles tried to fit like puzzle pieces.

“Santa has had hundreds of years to practice, but Santa Rias doesn’t even have one under the belt” Akeno toyed with Rias’s belt and the plump belly beneath it. “So Mrs. Clause will be there to help you”

Rias’s eye twitched. “This is going to be a long night.” She groaned and grabbed the reins. She waited for Koneko and Asia to climb into the back of the sleigh, where they rested on the giant bag of toys. She then looked toward her three reindeer, taking a little longer to stare at Issei before she flicked the reins.

Issei, Kiba, and Xenovia started to run forward. They pulled the sleigh with an ease only attributed to magic. The insurmountable weight of the sleigh was dragged forward before the group slowly rose into the air. The sleigh climbed higher and higher, off into the night.

TO BE CONTINUED