♪♫ I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS ♪♫
Angelica’s latest trip to the mall has already cost Daddy $46,000! This place is packed and the ever-obnoxious Princess Angelica is one of the few not wearing a mask. She gets mean looks but assumes as always that everyone is jealous of her body. Angelica the blob is crammed into a drooool stained pink tube top which reads FULL HOT. Her swollen, milky gut hangs naked from her 4’9” frame. She’s so white her exquisite vastness could be but a snow sculpture. Underneath, a matching leather miniskirt fails pathetically to cover her ass, basically impersonating a lampshade. On her chubby, pampered feet are 4” metallic platform heels. Among her spun golden hair she wears fuzzy Playboy Bunny ears to maximize her sex appeal, as well as adorning herself with multiple pieces of overpriced jewelry. She rattles with anklets and bracelets and necklaces, rings and earrings. Her stretch mark skin sparkles with galactic glitter. Her face is undeniably beautiful with mischievous vivid green eyes, a kitten nose and several chins.
She’s sweating like a pedo on a playdate, exhausted from walking around and by walking I mean being carried in her SAKA, eating cake and drinking pop. The SAKA’s dynamic AI keeping her reclined at the most comfortable angle, constantly fed and cooled. By coincidence it trundles her past a store window playing a commercial for the chairs. Selena Gomez weighs 14,000lbs and reclines on her side on a luxurious Chaise lounge, a tight zebra print bikini visibly struggles to span her expanse.
“From the 2020 ‘Fierce Range’ comes the SAKA-Valkyrie. With 26,000lbs occupant capacity, app control and built in gaming systems you’re JUST as unstoppable as anyone cis-shaped.”
Selena rolls down the red carpet in the same model as Angelica, stuffed into a sparkling silver dress. Nodes of fat the size of bread loaves ooze over the hem and through various rips in her doomed dress.
“SAKA, taking the weight of the wold.”
Angelica balks at her surroundings. The trees, the decorations, the freeloading Salvation Army Santas ringing their idiot bells. Angelica’s already told three of them to fuck off for daring to look at her (actually the same Santa three times) because “Christmas isn’t about charity!” She’s no Scrooge though, Angelica loves the most wonderful time of the year. She loves the turkey and stuffing and cakes and of course the presents, it’s just the looooong buildup she hates. The tease. Obsessing over how many sleeps are left, which is worse for Angelica as she naps at least twice a day. Now this stupid mall is blasting Christmas music in October and her gut is rumbling.
“This sucks!” Angelica loudly announces to Daddy who’s rubbing her hockey bag shoulders and fingering her blonde bunches, “It isn’t even November and these FAGGOTS are already playing stupid Christmas music!”
♪♫ THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED ♪♫
Daddy hands his 450lbs teenage daughter a Taco Bell 12 pack. He knows if Angelica can convey a full sentence coherently she’s not eating enough. The 16 year old grabs 2 fat burritos with extra beans, extra chilli sauce, extra mayonnaise and extra hot sauce. Biting the end from each she sucks and slurps out their insides like Freezies, glugging and drinking back the meaty slush. Sour cream oozes down her toad chins into her generous cleavage as she lazily chews, mostly swallowing.
“Actually, dumpling, it’s not October, it’s Christmas Eve.”
Through her feeding thrall Angelica realizes this makes a lot of sense. She hasn’t been to school in a week, Starbucks are selling their holiday drinks and she’s eaten 17 (!!!) gingerbread houses today. She lazily expresses an “ohhhhh” noise through packed mouthfuls of guacamole and melted mozzarella.
“You sort of went into a feeding binge on Halloween which merged into Thanksgiving which merged into now…”
Angelica smirks as suddenly she remembers Thanksgiving, it was twice the size of her Veterans’ Day dinner. She must have drank 15 pints of gravy, 15 pints of grease runoff, 60 pumpkin pies with ice cream, 80 plates of cold meats, 140 cans of cranberry sauce, at least 1000 yams, enough stuffing to fill any whale (except her, evidently), 85 butter-drenched cobs of corn and a whole flock of Turkeys.
“Christmas dinner better make Thanksgiving look like a snack” Angelica muses semi-conscious, most of her mental effort spent on one singular thought--
♪♫ I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS ♪♫
“I WANT PRESENTS!!” Angelica roars, spraying herself with beans and taco shell. Now that she knows it’s Christmas it’s time to get to work spoiling her.
“That’s why we’re here, sweet babygirl” Daddy explains softly, kissing his obese daughter’s blubbery neck to calm her, “you already opened the Christmas presents you picked out AND got bored of them… twice. So we’re here to choose new presents and find everyone else’s stuff.”
Angelica giggles. In her house she not only gets to pick her own presents but everyone else’s. She always gets her family shitty stuff to remind them of their place beneath her, or gifts that help them attend her better. She gets sadistically wet between her squelching thighs just thinking of the possibilities. Last year Angelica got her 9-year-old sister a pair of $14,000 high heels… in Angelica’s size.
♪♫ UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE ♪♫
“Let’s get Mama a maid uniform!” she announces excited, giggling like a retard to herself, “that bitch has been getting high and mighty lately!”
Daddy explains to Angelica how her mother actually divorced him last year due to his obsession towards his paternal duties. Angelica missed the whole mess because it was around the time her McDonalds started delivering. Angelica shrugs this off, simply explaining she should get extra gifts since that money isn’t being wasted on Mama now.
“Don’t worry about the others until you’re taken care of, dumpling. Now, what do you want for Christmas?”
♪♫ MAKE MY WISH COME TRUE, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAAS IS ♪♫
“FOOOOOD!!” Angelica slobbers, “FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!!!”
Daddy laughs at his sweet little piglet and they do the rounds, buying her gifts from several chocolatiers and the attached grocery stores. She also visits every shoe place and purse outlet and drops a couple grand in Sephora.
“Oh look, my little blubbery blueberry, there are your friends.”
Angelica’s cholesterol-clogged heart skips a beat with sudden anxious flashback to the last time she saw her gang…
It’s the final gym class before winter break and dodgeball’s on the agenda. Angelica sits at the bottom of the bleachers devouring 12 boxes of thick, juicy candy canes. She slobbers helplessly down 3 at a time, slurping and deep-throating with looooong, passionate moans from somewhere deep inside her fat Princess jiggliness. Her glistening tongue drags along the shaft, drool soaking the stiff treats. Angelica’s piggy eyes focus on Sam Chalamet, the hottest boy in school. She pictures what’s in those gym shorts and slurps harder, crunching through all 3 with lustful frustration. They’re just one of the gifts from her many admirers, Angelica being so beloved at high school, after all. She’s been sent trays of Lindt chocolate and Ferrero Rocher, candy-cane tubes of M&Ms, gift cards, makeup and all sorts. Her math teacher (in whose class she’s somehow getting 100%) gave her the candy canes as an incentive for her to take math again next semester. Daddy’s so proud of how Angelica volunteers for extra math tuition with her favorite teacher practically every night.
Despite never taking part in gym class (again, 100%) Angelica dresses for it. She’s squeezed into a tiny pink hoodie that scoops under her titties, bulging with boobage and letting the rest of her gut slump heavy and naked to the floor. The hood is sweetly up, her soft blondeness trickling out in places like cascading light. She wears the tightest dolphin shorts, the gentle lavender turned a more gruesome shade from the sweat of her crotch. Being without panties means her lascivious stickiness stains slimy among the other stenches. Her constant farting also leaves a faded brown and green streak up the back, but much of it’s washed out from the sweat off her blubber-cape back. Other than that she wears golden stilettos, essentially abandoning the pretense she might join the class.
Never alone, Angelica sits with her bff, Diamond (no, she’s not black) and second best bff Mercedes (black).
Diamond’s 390lbs apple body is stuffed into a billowy jumpsuit patterned with the American flag. Her dark, thick hair curls about plump shoulders, contrasting her vivid red, sex-doll lips. Shocking blue eyes cruelly watch the game, her bullying jock boyfriend blasting the ball in the asthmatic kid’s stupid face to make her laugh. She munches on her third tuna sub, slopping pulped fish flesh and mayonnaise down her cleavage. She has to keep her figure, being head cheerleader.
Mercedes is wearing an apricot velour tracksuit, her 520lbs of Nubian blubber similarly soft as she spills herself recklessly. Her delicate pedicured feet are snug in black, rabbit fur slides. Her platinum hair’s as thick and rich as she is. Her long, bright yellow acrylic nails scrape teeeasingly down the back of the boy in front of her as he rests against her gut. She loves how he lusts after her gigantic ass, each impeccably round globe about the size of an African-American naval mine. Hers definitely releases more deadly gases, though. They already had sex twice in the showers and would fuck again at Grandma’s that night (they’re cousins, btw).
They eat and gossip about other girls at school, which boys are hot, which teachers are hot. Angelica never loses focus on Sam Chalamet. Rumor is he wants her, she definitely wants him.
“So she compliments me and I’m like EWWW, ugly bitch, get away from me. THEN she gives me detention--“
“SHUDDUP!” Angelica snaps, Sam Chalamet is walking towards her. Her girlfriends watch as the school heartthrob approaches Angelica. She leans back, pushing out her tits and licking her lips to make them extra glistening. She prepares to flirt, a meaty dog-food fart slipping lazily from her asshole.
What happened next is tragic.
Someone steps in front of Sam Chalamet, someone who does not compare. “Hi, Angelica!” the Simp interrupts. Angelica is stunned, she doesn’t even unleash her usual barrage of insults on this little nerdy bitch (creative insults like “nerd bitch” and “bitch nerd” and “bitch boy.”) She doesn’t know his name, the Simp, just that he bothers her every science class. He’s in love with her (he hasn’t confessed this but Angelica assumes it of every boy) and had sent her a measly $200 of Torrid gift cards for Christmas. He’s always sending her expensive gifts, writing gay poetry and trying to get her attention. Possibly this is because Angelica bullied him constantly since 4th grade, once telling everyone he’d been raped by his uncle which she knew from her Police Chief Daddy.
“I was wondering what you were doing for Christmas, my foster family is going to the parade and maybe you and me could go togeth--”
What he said next doesn’t matter as Angelica screams over his invitation. The fact this pathetic little Simp is talking to her is such an insult. How could he do this to her? Especially so close to Christmas!! He’s a nerd, his family barely middle class and he’s well under 6’2. It’s totally unacceptable. Sam Chalamet and Coach Benedict (another big fan of Angelica’s) run over to comfort her but the damage is done, she sees the pity in Diamond and Mercedes’ eyes. Angelica was asked out by a loser. Nevertheless, she takes the opportunity to elicit attention from Sam Chalamet, crying into his chest.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! WAAAAAAAAHH!! He’s so UGLY, does that mean I’m ugly?”
“No! No!” Sam responds, smiling gorgeously at her. For a second Angelica forgets she was heartbroken.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! And he’s adopted! WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”
The Simp (real name irrelevant) tries apologising over and over but Angelica’s friends don’t let him near her. Mercedes screams in his face about respecting women and how white men are the problem or something. He’s truly contrite for having upset Angelica and promises he’d never do it again.
“SHUT UP YOU DIGUSTING LITTLE FAGGOT!” she screams, her face turning as red as a Christmas cherry, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE I AM?? HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU GET TO SPEAK TO ME!! THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!”
Offended beyond belief Angelica attempts to stand and storm out, but the effort’s too much. She ends up ordering the Simp to storm out instead. Though nobody cares, mostly mocking the Simp for thinking he ever had a chance, Angelica was humiliated. She cries and cries and ends up demanding to go home early, a tactic she often employs when she’s tired or needs a dump.
Now her friends are here, at the mall, and Angelica has to face them. She explains her tragedy to Daddy who’s as sympathetic and sycophantic as ever.
“My sweet little muffin, Daddy will make it better” he frets, kissing her bloated cheek and squeezing her throat the way she so enjoys. “Your friends worship you, just go over and be my little Queen bitch!”
Angelica takes Daddy’s words to heart and rolls over. Her friends are alerted as her SAKA whirrs like nobody else’s, top of the line yet still struggling under her fatness. Diamond is dressed in a long-sleeve lace romper, maroon with encrusted jewels. It’s meant to be loose on her but Diamond has gained so much weight over the winter break it’s stretches thin across her bodacious body, struggling to contain her. Delicate embroidery splinters into stitches. Her soft, tanned legs are on display for everyone including full thighs and ass cheeks, made ever more sex by her black pumps. Other than that she wears a diamond everything, diamond rings, diamond pendants, even her diamond hair band, all to narcissistically celebrate her name (Diamond).
Mercedes “fits” her jiggling black enormousness into a leather bustier, the zip down the front threatening to burst open and free her giant titties at any moment. Her impossible ass is perfectly outlined in pink, leopard print Lululemon yoga pants. Around her throat is a silver choker that reads Mercedes and sparkles. Her sable fur coat makes her look twice as big. On her feet are the slippers she was wearing at home.
“Angelica!” Diamond squeals, excited, “babe, have you been binging again? We’ve missed you!”
Angelica hides her relief to be welcomed back and queries what she ever worried about, she’s been queen bee since elementary and no little nobody can ruin that. They’re joined by some other members of Angelica’s clique.
There’s Aia, a 600lbs 15 year old Japanese-American girl and another member of the cheerleader squad. She jangles with more gold than a Bond villain, sparkling all over her soft, pallor skin. Even her dress is gold, tight and short, her extra thick surfboard thighs on full display. Her high heels are 6 inches, considerably adding to her 5’ form. Aia’s dark hair frames her soft, inscrutable eyes. She’s totally obsessed with herself, taking selfies with her friends but always the focus of the shot. Aia guzzles back cheeseburgers and curly fries like a magic trick, her mini-tits bouncing happily with every greedy chomp.
There’s also Bambi, the stupid one of the group. She’s the youngest at 14 but weighs a sweet, round 420lbs. Her permanent bimbo smile graces her baby face, her kitten nose wriggling merrily and her bloodshot eyes lighting up with joy to see Angelica. Bambi smokes weed with her boyfriend constantly, which attributes to her unending appetite and all round slowness. It doesn’t help she’s so spoiled by her own Daddy. Bambi is basically a child, having not been raised past the mental age of 4, a couple of Barbie dolls stick out of her purse as she dribbles absent-mindedly down her POWERPUFF GIRLS shirt. Being such a bimbo baby Bambi has never had to learn potty training. She’ll just shit in her tailored diapey and wait for Boyfriend or Daddy to clean her out. Right now her enormous, teddy-patterned squishy diaper is sagging with dumps and barely covered by her Daisy Dukes. On her feet she wears sparkly purple Ugg boots, she can’t wear high heels if she’s walking because she’s too uncoordinated. Her pink hair is braided into pigtails, else her wild locks will stick to her face with spastically splattered food. A natural blonde, Angelica forced Bambi to dye her hair so Angelica could be the only one.
There are a couple other hangers on, all under 200lbs and not worth talking about. Angelica is, as always, the main attraction. Diamond, Mercedes, Aia and Bambi all present their gifts to her, no doubt bought by their own Daddies (or in Aia’s case, sugar daddies). Angelica is the only one who doesn’t have to give gifts, the power of having the city’s Police Chief as her biggest fan. They have a lot of fun, cock-teasing the boys, laughing as they invent vindictive new rumors to spread about ugly or poor classmates. Sam Chalamet even stops by. Angelica is glad to see the Simp incident hasn’t colored his view of her. He hands her a bag of 3-dozen cookies he baked for her, chocolate chunks still warm. He tells her he wanted to get her something more special but it seemed wrong when she has a boyfriend.
“Don’d worry CHEEEEW SLUUUUK I’ll always jerish NYOOMNYOOMN dese” she replies, wolfing down the last one as she burps a snowstorm of cookie crumbs all across Sam Chalamet’s beautiful face.
“That’s it!” Daddy barks at the poor boy, “Stop corrupting my little girl, I know what you’re after” Daddy roughhouses the boy, Angelica watches, growing wetter. “If I catch you sniffing around my sweet, innocent baby again I’ll find drugs on you. Scram!”
He’s scared off and Angelica is shepherded away. She got what she wants, now she knows he’s still interested, plus there’s something undeniably sexy about Daddy being so protective of her. Making other men work to get to her. She loves it.
~~
“WAKE UP, ANGELICA! WAKE UP!”
Usually she sleeps until early afternoon but today Angelica doesn’t mind being woken early. It’s Christmas Morning at last! The sight that meets her makes her drool, there are a tonne of presents at the end of her bed, but first things first as her family delivers the start of her Christmas breakfast. She eviscerates 40 boxes of Pop Tarts, 12 greasy sausage links, 3 stacks of bacon, 3 toasted loaves of cinnamon bread dripping in butter and jelly and peanut butter and Nutella (each), 60 blueberry sweet rolls, 12-dozen scrambled eggs with pepper and paprika and extra salt, 150lbs of hash browns with ketchup and gravy, 15 towers of fluffy pancakes in syrup and 75 bagels with thick cream cheese. Angelica puts all this away in less than 90 minutes with the help of her family. She surveys her servants. There’s Daddy, as always, wearing his Santa hat. Angelica can’t help but feel an intimate jolt as his PJ shirt hugs tightly to the toned form beneath. There are also her 3 little sisters. The 12 year old and 9 year old are boring bitches only good for taking care of Angelica at home. The 6 year old, however, is something special. Evangeline, who actually enjoys waiting on Angelica instead of having friends or going to school, is starting to get chubby herself. She weighs nearly 200lbs and dresses just like her idol. A tight crop top handed down from Angelica (still stretched out even though she had it when she was 2) and a pair of black booty shorts that read DADDY’S GIRL on the back, a sparkly thong poking deliberately out behind. As she doesn’t need to run around (kneeling by Angelica’s face) Evangeline wears a pair of Angelica’s old size 10C stripper stilettos. Angelica actually thinks it’s cute she has a little fan and encourages Evangeline’s most spoiled, bitchy behaviour (unless of course it gets in the way of her own eating). Still, this doesn’t excuse Evangeline from feeding duties and before long Angelica is stuffed.
Now it’s time for presents. She has 4 stockings crammed with candy, makeup, candles, bath bombs, lingerie, perfume, accessories, sunglasses, pocket mirrors, tights, at least $5000 in gift cards, scrunchies and a FitBit. Her “proper” presents are what get her really excited. Apart from a few new closets of clothes and mounds of shoes, Angelica also gets a new phone, a new laptop, 7 purses, a TV, speakers, a much bigger bed and the main gift of all …
“A PUPPY!!” Angelica nearly cries as Daddy reveals her brand new Teacup shih tzu, a tiny woolen cloud wagging its tail under its doggy diaper. The poor thing is only a week old, 14oz and not even an inch high, fucking trembling with fear as its placed on Angelica’s chest. It’s nose wags, taking in the many smells of her breath, her perfumes, her sweat and farts.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUURPPPP!! Let’s see, you’re a chink dog so I’ll name you… NOODLES! I’m gonna love you forever and NEVER let go of you!”
“Do you want to start your candy, muffin?”
“OOOOOOHH” Angelica slurps, instantly brushing Noodles off her tits to make room for a big dump of candy. The pooch squeaks as it hits the floor. Angelica devours an army of chocolate Santas, untold Hershey kisses (pre-unwrapped by her sisters who woke up at 4am to get it done) and Reese’s peanut butter cups and glugs back 50 tubes of M&Ms. They then spend the next half-hour helping Angelica change into her sexy Mean Girls Santa outfit. The red velvet bodice is wide enough around to fit most species of tree but extremely short, only reaching from the tips of her titties to just below her pussy. She strokes the white hemming, admiring herself in the mirror as Evangeline slips her black high heels on for her and Daddy finishes the look with her Santa hat.
“SO cute!” Angelica brags, ordering them to hold her mirrors at different angles so she can adjust the outfit to its most slutty. Next they manoeuvre her into her SAKA so she can enter the family room. This is to be closer to the kitchen for Christmas dinner and also, Angelica announces proudly, it’s going to be her main bedroom from now on. It’s the family room, she explains, she is the family! She trundles in, Noodles thrown helplessly about in one of her new purses.
Angelica is disgusted by what she finds.
“EWWW! Grandma, you gross bitch!!”
Angelica’s feeble grandmother sits lonely in the corner, looking at a picture of her departed husband.
“DADDY! Grandma’s STINKING up my new bedroom!” Daddy rushes in, spraying Grandma with Febreze. Angelica giggles piggishly, her fat jiggling deliciously. “Dumb old bitch” Angelica spits, offended at the withered widow’s presence, “Why do I have to look at your ugly old saggyness?” A tear trickles silently from the senior’s clouded eye, only able to listen, unable to speak back due to a stroke some years ago. “ALL I want is for my life to be PERFECT!” Angelica pouts, crossing her arms. “Daddy! It’s Christmas, why are you letting her ruin it? I already spent my inheritance and she doesn’t bake like the GOOD, dead grandma did!”
Angelica originally hadn’t minded Grandma being around. Because of the dementia Angelica could easily scam her pension off her. But now she’s out of money and too invalid to help take care of the young, beautiful Princess Angelica. Daddy promises he’ll send his mother to a care home or something and his fat daughter is appeased.
Angelica spends a while posting all the shit she got on TikTok, bragging about her expensive gifts, making fun of the poorer girls on there who didn’t get as much as her. Angelica loves the amount of attention she gets from older guys online, they’re always sending her cash and gifts. One guy in particular, Angelica_slave42 sends her money whenever she asks.
Next, Daddy reminds her it’s time for everyone else to receive their gifts.
“Yaaaaayyy” Angelica applauds delicately. The pile of gifts for the rest of the family is notably smaller than Angelica’s least massive gift pile.
“Who first, cupcake?”Daddy asks.
“Mmmmm you first, Daddy” Angelica moans, already drooling. He takes his gift and leaves, returning a moment later wearing only what she got him.
“Thank you, Princess, I love them!” he exclaims in nothing but extremely tight white briefs. Angelica deliberately made him buy a size too small, his big Daddy-package bulging within. She watches it throb, cooing feminine with rapture. Daddy is pure muscle, packed like a brick wall. She makes him turn around so she can drink it in, admiring Daddy’s tight butt, and informs Daddy he will NOT be changing for the rest of the day. He’s also to wear them any time they take a Daddy Daughter nap.
“Now Grandma’s present!”
Grandma, who doesn’t even know it’s Christmas, is handed her gift. She struggles to unwrap it (arthritis) until Angelica gets bored and makes Daddy. Grandma is confused as the t-shirt is forced over her, the slogan CUM DUMPSTER emblazoned on her sagged chest. Angelica laughs so much she pisses herself, her 9 year old sister having to clean her. Other shirts read NEARLY DEAD and # METOO which Angelica finds the funniest.
Her 12 and 9 year old sisters each receive cookbooks and serving outfits. Evangeline (or Vangie as Angelica affectionately calls her) actually gets a decent haul. No candy, of course, but Angelica gifts her a lot of her old clothes, many of which are ripped from having been outgrown and discoloured with food stains over the years. Evangeline admires the obscenely skimpy garments, their size, inspired more than ever to become like her Princess sister.
“Okay my little Gelly-belly, I think it’s time to give the family their main gift now.”
Angelica squeals with excitement. In the corner next to the sofa (where Angelica’s bed will soon go) sits a large present hidden under a tablecloth. The girls have been excited about it since it appeared a few days ago but haven’t been allowed to see it until now. Daddy pulls away the sheet to reveal--
“A brand new toilet!”
It’s the new Empowered Range SAKA smart-lav 4000. Absolute GENIUS in engineering, like a work of art, a sculpture to sloth. It boasts heavy duty support with hyper-flush action (able to move 4 gallons), built in bidet with seven different settings, air dryer featuring several speeds and temperatures, self-cleaning, seat-heating, anti-clogging, grab bars, foot rest, belly rest, shelving for food and drinks, a reclining mode, motion-activated lid and it’s made of gold.
“See, girls? Angelica is going to use this so we get to use the old toilet! No more waiting until you get to school!”
The old toilet is nothing in comparison, its porcelain cracked in many places, the abused flush long since failing. Angelica’s ancient unsinkable turds bubble within, threatening to overflow, the sides perma-stained in diarrhea, the base painted with thick yellow piss.
“Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you, Angelica” the girls meekly respond in time with Daddy.
“Just quit wasting time,” Angelica yells, impatient, “I haven’t had my morning DUMP yet and I’m ready to burst!! Get me on there!!”
Daddy and the 12 year old sister help lift her from her recline so Angelica’s poor feet needn’t do their own work of holding her weight. Evangeline helps remove Angelica’s sodden outfit so her big sister is in nothing but Santa hat and high heels. Bent over, her dangling gut bubbles and roars in warning as the flood approaches. They manage to turn her around (Evangeline now feeding Angelica scones with whipped cream) and almost onto the seat when--
BRAAAAAAAAARRRRPPPFFFLFLFPLLPFLFLFLFSSHHHHHHHHH
In perhaps the least Christmassy display, a roaring froth of diarrhea EXPLODES from her asshole. With one effortful swing Angelica redirects the excrement express. Although she accidentally coats her 9 year old sister (shrugs) she hits her true target. Grandma is BLASTED with a violent riptide of malevolent shit! Demonic sewage with all the force of a burst hydrant smashes her back against the wall, her skull smacking sharply. She opens her mouth with an agonized wail only to get a throat-full of Angelica’s nastiest eggnog shits. She’s pelted with undigested bullets of sweetcorn and the sesame seeds from a million BigMacs. Thick foamy lathers of brown punishment cake the weeping bleeding old bitch, a surf of turds. More solid torpedo-like clumps of dung are fired out among an unhealthy yellow web of bile slime. Angelica moans with utter pleasure, touching herself while Daddy films Grandma’s ordeal. Eventually her divine diarrhea becomes pure liquid with the occasional hurricane of ass gas splattering it ever wider. After ten minutes Angelica gets bored of punishing Grandma and lets them position her onto the toilet.
“Whoopsie!” Angelica shrugs, “Maybe next time you’ll help out, pull your weight? Or rather MY weight!” Grandma is taken outside to be pressure-washed. While her sister servants clean up, Angelica relaxes on her brand new throne. She’s in love, it’s the most comfortable shit she’s ever taken since fifth grade at Jason Bale’s pool party.
As she’s finishing there’s a KNOCK at the door. She starts giggling in retarded glee as her 25 year old boyfriend, Seth, walks in. Daddy isn’t thrilled but he knows this kid makes his baby happy, at least they’re both still virgins who like to shut themselves in the bedroom studying. Plus Angelica will fucking riot if he doesn’t let her hang out with him. He’s carrying an armful of presents.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOHH” Angelica drools like a retard as still-shit-soaked 9 year old sister wipes her butt, “Whadd’ya bring me?”
She reaches out for him, Evangeline helps Angelica over to the couch. She commands her boyfriend sit and, still mostly naked, plops herself heavily down on Seth’s lap. She tries to cross her legs, ladylike, but her fat thighs mean her ankles barely touch.
“Well babyslu-- uhh, I mean, honey” Seth corrects himself as he feels Daddy glaring, “why don’t you open the first one?”
She makes him do it for her but is delighted to find a set of silk pajamas she’s been dropping hints about.
“Mmmmmm baby” she moans lustfully, making sure Daddy notices her coquettish body language, “Daddy BARELY got me anything.” This is a game Angelica always plays on Christmases, birthdays, her sisters’ birthdays. Anytime she’s to receive presents she’ll pit Daddy off against Seth, make them compete to prove who loves her most.
“WAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” she bawls unconvincingly, pouting with absolutely no self-respect, “DADDY! Why don’t you have any more pwesents for me?? Don’t you love me anymore?? WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” She stamps her feet in their sharp black stilettos like piggy trotters, her naked white gut bouncing in fury. Tears she’s good at and these come like she’s pissing herself… which now she is.
Daddy sits down next to her. “Of course Daddy has more gifts for you, my little banana pie!” Angelica immediately stops fake-crying. Daddy has done this enough to know you never give Angelica all her gifts straight away. Hold something back for the dick swinging. He snaps his fingers and Evangeline brings over a pink envelope. Daddy opens and shows Angelica a lifetime’s membership to the city’s most exclusive spa. Capriciously abandoning Seth to adore Daddy, she’s heaved over onto Daddy’s lap. She works her butt comfortably into his crotch, brushing her face against Daddy’s coarse stubble, breathing in his strong, manly musks.
“Mmmmm Daddy, you know your little girl sooooo well. Are you gonna come with me, Daddy? Are you gonna help cover your little girl in mud and make sure she’s a good clean girl?”
He can barely contain his excitement as Angelica grows wet with the stabbing underneath. She gives her Daddy a looooong sloppy kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
“Well??” she badgers Seth, “Daddy’s proved he loves me, don’t you want to do the same? Unless you’re… using me?”
She’s sparked Daddy’s anger who stares lasers into Seth. Urgently he grabs his next offering and presents it to his queen.
“Here, I got you a season pass to Disneyland. Once it’s open we’re gonna go and get you all the cotton candy you can eat. All the Bavarian pretzels, the turkey legs, dole whips, 2 foot hotdogs, the churros…”
Angelica is drooling, her naked tits and belly shiny with saliva. Once again her servants have to shift her over. She sits heavily on Seth’s lap, he’s not as strong as Daddy, his thighs nowhere near as beefy, and he’s finding it quite painful. Daddy can see this and smirks, knowing only one man can take care of Angelica.
“Daddy’s turn!”
“My little cheesecake, Daddy got you a Tiffany rope bracelet. It cost $74,000 which is TWICE what your friend Aia’s birthday bracelet cost. PLUS I’m gonna burn all your sisters’ toys!”
The little girls whine but Angelica SCREAMS at them to hush, babbling to Daddy in mindless baby-talk as he kneels before her, kissing her enormous belly. She runs her sharp fingernails through his cop haircut. Now it’s Seth’s turn and she doesn’t have a lot of faith.
“Babe, I don’t even remember your last two gifts. This one better break the bank or Daddy wins once again. You didn’t forget last year, right?”
He certainly hasn’t, Angelica was so annoyed about her gifts. He’d spent a whack load of cash on her but the deciding factor is that one of her gifts was made! He’d written her a song that, while sexy, didn’t cost him a penny. Angelica told him she wasn’t looking for a cheapskate and he spent all of January trying to win her back as she worked her way through his friends.
“I was thinking about something you said a while ago and… well, I bought you lip surgery.”
Angelica bursts with excitement as he presents the voucher, one lip plumping with LA’s top cosmetic surgeon. Daddy is furious but Angelica insists this is something she wants. The thought of the whole bimbo look is so hot to Angelica, she wants to look like a brainless slut, she’s so jealous of Bambi!
“Anyway!” she continues scolding Daddy, “It’s your turn and I don’t see a present!”
“Baby, I got you EXACTLY what you wanted. Let me just go and--”
But Angelica will have to wait for her present. Out of nowhere her mom has walked in, steaming drunk with her new man in tow. She’s obviously opened the Baileys early this year and is recklessly enjoying her mid-life upheaval.
“Merry Christmas, Richard” she says in an unconvincing mocking tone, slurring her words and failing to focus, “bet you didn’t ‘spec to see ME!”
Daddy sighs.
“Mama, where’s my fucking present?!” Angelica blurts out, Daddy stands between her and Mama to protect her from this scene. Angelica is too busy eating Christmas shortbread to notice. Noodles sniffs at some of her treats but with a sharp nail she flicks him away. Mama’s date speaks up.
“I thought you knew we were coming,” the handsome gentleman steps out from behind Mama, slightly embarrassed for her, “I’m sorry, I thought things were amicable.”
Daddy ignores this, he has no resentment for the guy fucking his ex-wife, she was never important to him.
“Great, Justine, well if you can leave Angelica’s gift and get out of--”
“HAH! I betchooo got her a MILLION BILLION gifts already like a car and a pony and everything…” she produces an open beer can from her jacket pocket and finishes it.
“Hun, let’s go home maybe? This doesn’t seem like a good time…” the gentleman pleads. Mama ignores him, fixated on giving her ex-husband his retribution.
“Thazz why, Richard. Thazz why I co-co-couldn’t szzday, you COM-BEE-DEE obzezzed with An-gerry-ca. You only talk about her. You only take care of her. You only love HER! But who cares, now I got my NEW guy and he’s twice the man you’ll never be!”
Angelica looks up at this remark to judge Mama’s boyfriend. She’s surprised to find… he’s HOT! She realises she and Mama seriously have the same taste in men. She starts to lick her lips at the sight of the salt-and-pepper gentleman.
“Please, Justine, your family looks uncomfortable and your daughter must feel absolutely terri--”
It’s exactly then he spots Angelica, on the couch behind Daddy. He’s stunned, silent. Angelica watches him staring at her, the boner growing in his pants. She would get so wet if she knew the truth, that this gentleman is Angelica_slave42! He approached Mama and started dating her just to get close to the object of his worship. He moves forward, Angelica instinctively sensing his adoration, his obedience, his love. She weakly holds out her hand and he starts kissing, up her flabby arm as she smiles sweetly. Seth isn’t too pleased considering she’s still sat on him, but he can hardly breathe let alone complain.
“Mama didn’t bring me presents” Angelica laments, pouting like an injured kitten.
“She’s a dumb bitch” he answers, “I brought you presents galore, everything from your Amazon wishlist and then some!”
Daddy watches cautiously, actually stunned by this man’s bravado addressing his little girl. Unfortunately he can see the sadistic pleasure Angelica is getting out of tormenting Mama like this, and enjoys nothing more than to watch his Princess exert her power.
“Rupert?” Mama queries, stupid with drink, “whaaz…”
Rupert ignores her, leaving to return moments later with armfuls of gifts. At least $20,000 worth of stuff. Right then and there Angelica accepts the hot sugar-daddy into her entourage and her life.
“Rupey, Daddy, Mama didn’t bring me anything. She should suck my toes to apologize…”
Mama snorts at this but it quickly becomes a shriek of pain as Daddy and Rupert grab her, twisting her arms so she’s down on her knees. Evangeline works off Angelica’s stilettos and supports her delicate foot, lifting it to Mama’s face.
“Please, Gelly” Mama begs, pathetic, tears smearing makeup across her ugly twisted face, “It’s me, Mama, remember when you were a little girl? Remember how I took care of you?”
But it all means nothing to Angelica who shoves her sweet pinkies into Mama’s mouth. She muses, with Daddy and Rupert she can make Mama do anything she wants.
“Well,” Angelica announces, every soul in the room devotedly focused on her, “this was nearly a pretty good Christmas. Except Daddy didn’t have a final present for me!!” She gives him her extra grumpy face, genuinely annoyed but unable to help her cuteness.
“Actually,” Daddy brags, making sure Seth is aware, “I did get you something. It’s nothing special, and I really do mean that, but I got some of my more loyal officers to pick it up for me today…”
Daddy heads out to the garage. There’s the distant sound of a struggle, then Daddy shouting, then the tingling click of Taser. He returns, dragging something tiny and limp at his side.
“Here you go, my perfect Princess butterball. I told you Daddy would make everything better.”
He throws the unknown gift sharply to the floor in front of Angelica. It takes her a second but her eyes go wide in excitement when she realizes what Daddy has brought her.
The Simp.
He comes around, clutching at his agonized head. “Whu-- what’s happening?”
Angelica bounces in excitement. Daddy has brought her a prisoner!
“Oooh Daddy! You know you’re always my favorite, my faggot boyfriend doesn’t even compare to you Daddy. My big strong Daddy, show Angelica how special she is? Pweeease?”
She gives her cutest baby pout before leaning back into her boyfriend’s chest. The Simp sees her.
“Angel--“
SMACK!! Daddy starts beating the shit out of the Simp, his nose cracking instantly, fingers CRUNCHING as Daddy STAMPS on his hand. Angelica doesn’t care if this kid’s family is missing him or that he’s only 12, he deserves everything he’s gonna get! There’s already so much blood on the floor. There’s no way Seth can come close to topping this.
“Bay… baby…” Seth faintly wheezes with his last strangled breath, “… I’ll let you fuck Sam Chalamet…” He passes out under her weight and she texts her latest crush to come over when everyone else has gone to bed. She smiles and relaxes, nuzzling into her breathless boyfriend’s chest.
As Angelica looks at the mountains of gifts around her, the Simp spitting out his teeth, Grandma weakly bringing in her first glorious turkey, Mama sucking her toes, hunky Daddy about to BURST out of his briefs and the thought of swallowing Sam Chalamet’s cock all night long, Angelica muses to herself that for once she got everything on her Christmas list.