Twinkle’s Secret, Cookie, Snack
By ChubbySong321
Twas…well, a few days after Christmas. The hard work for the North Pole had finally ended. The sleigh was put away, the reindeer were in their stalls and jolly, old, St. Nick was taking a much needed rest, along with his elves…
…Most of his elves anyways. 22 year old Twinkle was slowly sneaking into the cookie storage area. The blond-haired, blue-eyed, pointy-eared, girl wore the traditional black boots, green pants and long-sleeved shirt, with white trim, that 1 would expect of any elf. However, there was something a bit different about this particular helper of Santa that stood out
While her frame was quite thin, not sticklike, but skinny enough, her tummy wasn’t. Now, to be fair, it wasn’t fat either. It was much more of a little potbelly that, Twinkle herself thought, made her look all the more festively cute
Her boss, the big, jolly, man himself, disagreed. He had placed Twinkle on a strict diet. After all, elves needed to be nimble to make so many toys. Twinkle thought that he, the man famous for his belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly, was 1 to talk. However, she had no choice. After all, working all year to make toys without pay meant the elves didn’t have a great union
So here she was in the cookie storage area. As round as Santa was, he couldn’t snack on all the cookies left out for him by the whole world in a single night. So, most of the cookies were brought back to the North Pole to be eaten throughout the year. Needless to say, the building was MASSIVE given just how many cookies tended to be left out for Santa
“Surely, he won’t miss just a few…” Twinkle had told herself before she hatched her daring plan
She didn’t need much of plan, though. There was no real security and most elves were taking a much needed rest before they went back to work next week. So, the rount elf found it easy to get in and see the endless rows of rooms stuffed with sweets. Her tummy rumbled with anticipation
Truthfully, Twinkle didn’t know where to begin. Every door in the place looked the same. However, there was just something drawing her to a door not too far from where she was standing. The crafty woman slowly opened it and was rewarded with the most glorious sight her hungry eyes had ever beheld
Sitting on the table, in the middle of the room, wasn’t just a plate of cookies. It was an entire gingerbread, cookie and pastry village! There was enough to feed at least 6 elves along with Santa himself. The family that made it had clearly put a lot of time and effort into. It was truly a feast!
Twinkle was instantly drawn to it and her slightly-bulging tummy soon loomed over the happy, sweets-based, village, growling with anticipation. She quickly began by grabbing a gingerbread man and polished him off in a single, large, bite. She reached for another and then another and then another. Soon, all but the gingerbread men holding up a plate of cookies were left outside of Twinkle’s stomach
Twinkle wasn’t disappointed, though. The gingerbread men tasted amazing! She had to have more and moved onto 1 of the many gingerbread houses the village contained. She happily munched her way through a few of the tasty, sweet, icing-covered, buildings as her tummy slowly began to puff out all the more
The hungry elf let out a small burp before she wiped the crumbs from her face. Gingerbread was nice, but she really should try some of the candies that littered the village. She happily scooped up a few chocolate kisses here. A few gummy reindeer there. By the end, Twinkle had consumed everything this Christmas village had to offer, outside of the main plate of course, and it showed quite a bit
Twinkle’s belly was now pushing against her green shirt enough to make it look like she was in the early stages of pregnancy. The elf could clearly feel this too as she rubbed over her tummy. She knew she should probably stop here…but the main plate looked so tempting
She quickly took 1 of the many, many cookies it held and gave it a taste-test. She moaned with delight. They were the most delicious cookies she had ever eaten! She had to have more and quickly did so, wiping out all the gingersnaps before moving onto the shortbread cookies with cherries on top. Finally, she wiped out the traditional chocolate chip cookies without any undo fuss
Nothing was left except for the gingerbread men holding up the empty plate, which was made out of pie-crust
“It would be a shame to *urp* let this go to waste.” Twinkle said as she patted her bigger belly
She quickly grabbed the pie-crust plate and licked her lips with glee. Not only because there was more of this tasty pastry to eat, but because the pie-crust, she found with delight, was actually a small, apple, pie. It didn’t last long in the hands of this greedy, elf, woman. It was so tasty that she actually paused to lick her fingers clean before she began on the icing-covered gingerbread men
She had eaten these gingerbread men before. She had eaten this icing before, but something about this specific combination made the rounding elf moan in delight. She used 1 hand to munch down the 8 gingerbread cookies. Thanks to the icing, they were all stuck together in a big mass of pastry goodness. While this happened, she used her other hand to happily rub over her bulging belly
With each bite she took, her greedy, elf-girl, gut grew even further into her hand. Twinkle loved the feeling. Finally so full. Finally so big. Finally so pleasingly round. Finally filled with the fattening sweets this young woman had craved since she’d been placed on this diet
Then, all too soon, it was over. Twinkle had eaten the last bit of food the table held. The elf frowned slightly, sad it was all over. She held this face for a moment before her frown slowly grew into a happy, slightly-naughty, smile
“Oh well. At least I got to fill up my tummy with so many tasty treats~”
“Oh, I’d say so indeed!” A kindly, stern, elderly, voice replied
Twinkle froze on the spot. She knew that voice. She knew it quite well. Everyone at the North Pole knew that voice. She slowly turned and replied,
“S-S-Santa!” Her cheeks flushed red while she did her best to suck in her bulbous belly
“Yes, Twinkle and I see someone’s been cheating on her diet.” The old man replied as he approached her
“No! I was *URP* just…um…taking inventory…” Twinkle lied as she looked about franticly, not waiting to look old St. Nick in the eye
“Ho! Ho! Ho! What do we have here?” Santa continued, giving Twinkle’s pregnant-looking tummy a poke
The poor elf couldn’t hold it in any longer. She let out a big, rude, burp right at the jolly, old, man as she stopped sucking in her gut. The sudden surge of flab caused the, already-stressed, buttons on Twinkle’s shirt to pop off. Her chest remained covered, but her big, pale, stuffed, belly surged forward for both her, and her unhappy boss, to clearly see
What a sight it was. It looked like the young, elf, woman was pregnant with twins! Even Twinkle’s bellybutton looked like it could fit 1 of Santa’s gloved, sausage-like, fingers within it easily. She had REALLY pigged out!
Twinkle just sighed defeated by this. She knew she’d have to clean out the reindeer stalls for the next 6 months AND be placed on an even stricter diet thanks to that big, beautiful, belly of hers. She really should’ve complained to someone. However, she knew it would be useless. After all, elves didn’t have a good union
The End
