"I love Christmas!"
Ginger hummed as she hung ornaments on the tree, harmonizing with her belly as it worked away the latest something or somebody she was busily reducing to mush. "Have you prepared your gifts already?"

Holly, ever the holiday humbug, crossed her arms and harrumphed. What was the point in lugging that tree all the way in here and festooning it with tacky crap? They'd just be taking it back down in a few weeks anyway...

"Christmas is a holiday for kids," she flatly replied. It was the best time of her life as a child, of course. But as with all adults, the meaning of Christmas had shifted from the anticipation of Santa's presents and academic breaks to the dread of quality time with friends and family -- Ginger was about the closest Holly had to either of those. "Like I'd be giving anyone a stupid gift."

Holly's eyes drifted to Ginger's midsection. Her prey's struggles had softened, shifting into a comfortable spot to settle in for digestion.

What does it feel like in there...?

The thought had suddenly crept up on her. In all her life, the girl had never been swallowed down by another hungry predator. To her, this was simply how it went; others were eaten, she ate. Never once had she deigned to stew in another's guts, to be churned into a meaty, fattening pool of sludge. But from the deepest recesses of her bitter, frozen heart, the smallest voice faintly cried out the truth. Even if only once in her lifetime…

She wanted nothing more than exactly that.

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Holly knelt, helpless and restrained, her limbs bound by a beautiful silk ribbon. Her meaty body was shamelessly on display, her lips wrapped around an ornament to stifle her moans. How long had she been here, tied up in this agonizing bliss? She was just on the verge of remembering, when--

"Oh, you shouldn't have...~"
A sultry voice cooed in delight as she entered the living room. Ginger's scarlet garments clashed with her long, fluffy blonde hair and black boots clicking rhythmically against the floor.

"It simply won't do, turning down such a beautiful gift..." The mistress's long, dainty finger traced a path from Holly's chest, up her neck, and drew her face towards her own.

"I hope you don't mind if I open it now."

She gently removed the ornament, but pressed her plush lips against her gift's before even a word could escape. Holly's breath was sucked away by her mistress's kisses, leaving her gasping as she finally pulled away.

"So sweet..."
Ginger licked her lips. A low, long groan pierced the silence -- her stomach, energized by Holly's taste, was roaring fervently. With both arms wrapped around her gift, the mistress gazed lovingly at her Holly, unable to hide her excitement behind her quivering smile.
"Well... let's not wait any longer. Merry Christmas, Pep...~"

Her jaw widened as she advanced upon her present, taking in her head in one greedy gulp. Holly was a large girl, but even larger meals were common fare for such an experienced predator. Ginger moaned with bliss as her gift slid deeper into her gullet, inch after inch piling in by the second. It was all she could do to slow down and savor the taste of her soft hair, her fat breasts, her paunchy tummy -- there was a primal emptiness in Ginger's middle begging to be filled. Digging into Holly's plush rear with one hand, and slipping into her nether regions with the other, Ginger pulled the writhing girl deeper and deeper inside of her.

Holly could barely think. Every inch of her body was lovingly caressed by Ginger's insides, her every sense drowned out by the dark, wet organ, its noisy cries of hunger, and Ginger's deft hands gripping her most sensitive places. This was unlike anything she could have imagined; the girl she had crammed into her own belly countless times before had finally returned the favor... and every second was utter bliss.

"I love you!"
She suddenly cried from within her lover's stomach. The thick, warm walls pressed tightly all around her; even breathing took considerable effort, but she continued to howl in ecstasy as she sank deeper into her home. Her breaths grew shallower, her vision fuzzier. Until her very last moments, she wanted nothing more than the girl who had claimed her to know. "I love you! I love you! I love --"

"...Pep?"

"--you?"

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"...Pep!"

A voice suddenly cut through the fantasy like a knife. Ginger's hand gently shook her shoulder, bringing her back to reality. Holly's eyes readjusted, falling on the tree, now fully decked in ornaments and lights... how long had she been out?

"Everything okay? You're drooling..."

"I'm fine," she choked out. Her cheeks were already a bright red, but if their color could possibly have deepened further... "I think I just... need to lie down." Avoiding her concerned gaze, Holly trudged off to her bedroom.

"Alrighty... sleep tight!~" Ginger lovingly called after her, a mischievous smile crossing her lips. Nobody had ever told Holly that she tended to mumble in her sleep, but what great fortune it was that she did…
Ginger hoped her darling Pep didn't mind receiving one of her gifts early.

She pictured Holly's expression when she discovered the daintily wrapped package under her pillow. How her eyes would widen upon seeing the beautiful red silk ribbon inside — the very same one that had bound her in her fantasies countless times. Her expression when she read the attached note, turning as scarlet as the inked hearts. How her head would spin as she read the final line, finally convincing the poor girl after many a lonely year...

...there really is still such a thing as Christmas magic. ♡

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The comic that inspired this story was part of a collection of adorable sketches done by the amazing  Awee! I hope the story and sequence warm your heart on this most joyous of days.

Thank you for stopping by, and merry Christmas to all of you!

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