Christmas Party Drugged Rape Remastered

Story Excerpt

Christmas Party Drugged Rape Remastered, by Jezebel Rose

I looked everything over one last time as I heard someone coming up the steps from the basement. It was Don wearing flannel pants and a tank top. He stopped looking around the living room with a sleepy smile. The tree was lit, the decorations they had done were sparkling and there were gifts under the tree. To make things better it was snowing outside in the dawns early light. Sometimes I just lived right. I was wrapped in a long silk robe with my hair in a towel, as if just out of the shower.

“Merry Christmas Don!” I said cheerfully. He grinned.

“Merry Christmas Christy! Is that coffee I smell?”
“It is and breakfast is ready, but don’t touch until after presents right?” He agreed.

“Great, I will be right back, is everyone stirring downstairs?” He nodded reaching for the pot of coffee.

“They will be up soon.”

“Cool.” I waved and headed back down the hall to the study. The living room was for a traditional Christmas and the study would be for the not so traditional Christmas. I had an idea while we discussed fetishes the night of my “welcome back to the living party” the guys had thrown for me. This morning was going to be a silly, traditional Christmas of a sort and then a test of something I thought might turn the guys on. The study was all copper and brass decorations with lights and very comfortable furniture. I opened a suit I had ordered after the previous week’s party. Well, one of them.

It never ceased to amaze what you could get with enough money. I tugged on the suit, glad I had practiced the last few days because it took a while. Then I had to adjust the clothing over the suite, which took some doing. I was glad my leg was doing better now or this would have been almost impossible. I fluffed out my hair and arranged it, as I wanted it, checking the mirror. It was difficult to move properly, as I could barely bend my arms in it, but this was going to be worth it. Not to mention I was beginning to like this kind of suit. I walked into the living room with a red bag singing.

“Ho, ho, ho~” I knew I looked ridiculous, but it was very Christmas too. They all looked over and their jaws dropped. After a moment of silence, the three began laughing and clapping.

“I am Christy Claus! I hope you all have been good men this year?”

I had died my hair snow white and found a sexy Ms. Claus fat suit. Specially made for my measurements. With the suit, my breasts looked a full foot or more straight out and almost that much around. These were over an even bigger belly with a matching rear end. Even my arms and legs were fatter in red tights. The suit was red with white furry fringe at the sleeves, skirt hem and throat. A wide black belt circled the mighty girth. I was Miss Claus all right. They were amazed and to my relief delighted. I had discovered one chair in the room I could sit in with the suit and made my way there.

“Shall we exchange gifts gentlemen?” They laughingly agreed and I handed out what I had in the bag and they passed around from the tree. That was a good thing because it would have been hard for me to get around down on the ground. The one big chair barely held me. Jack brought me my coffee and they all thanked me for the Christmas spirit. We opened our first gifts and the three geeks did a great job with gifts.

I recognize I am a hard woman to buy for. When you consider if I see anything I like I just buy it right away, they found some great gaming stuff and comics I had not heard of. It was delightful. I had found for them, equipment and toys I had heard they wanted for work or home. They knew I was obscenely wealthy and I tried not to rub it in too much, yet a few of the gifts just called out to be bought. They loved them as much as I did mine and we ate breakfast. I ate at the counter. It was easier with the suit. The arms really did not like to bend.

“So, are you going to be dressed like that all day?” Jack asked. I had seen that they were eying me and the way the skirt showed the well-shaped giant ass. It was time for the less traditional Christmas.

“Oh a little longer. We have stockings hung by the chimney in the study remember?” They followed my slow progress down the hall, chuckling at my waddling gait. All three had seemed turned on by my pudgy middle the previous week and this was a good test for New Years. When I waddled into the study, I discovered two things. One was that the movement of the fat suit, sliding over my body, was a turn on. The second thing was that sometimes during breakfast one of the guys had sneaked down the hall and added another stocking. The thing was hefty bag sized, red with my name in cotton white! I froze, astounded by them, again.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS CHRISTY!” The three shouted and I swear I almost cried. It was amazing and they were amazing to me. I sniffled and they came forward and gave me a hug, as far as they could reach around the suite.

I thanked them all, a little misty and then decided I needed a Mimosa. I gestured to the wet bar covered in pastries and pitchers of iced orange juice with champagne.

“Let’s get comfortable and go through our stockings.” Bob had to help me sit on the floor. Between a pillow and the fat suit ass, it raised my body up so my leg was at an angle. I could not really bend my limbs so they were straight out and spread. I had to keep a hand on the skirt to keep it from flipping up and showing the panties.

We got our drinks and munched some eclairs, going through the stocking. They had loaded me up with my favorite toys. Most needed batteries, which they supplied. They had received pumps, jellies, oils, all of which were the highest quality with the best performance. This stuff was not advertised. You had to know someone. In fact, I had not tried any of that brand yet myself.

“They are all natural, no side effects and maximum results. I haven’t even tried that stuff yet.” I was becoming hornier in the suit as every move was as if the suit was hugging and caressing me. Not to mention I was getting warm and that was another turn on for me. We drank and ate eclairs. Don was my designated food man. He would pass them over to me, as well as my glass so we got a good buzz going for first thing in the morning.

Joking around Don teased by keeping chocolate cream donuts out of reach while the other laughed. I swatted him with a stiff arm and it knocked me off balance. I slipped backward off the pillow and landed on my back. The pillow was under my fat-suited thighs and I realized laughing that I could not get up. Don was concerned at first.

“Are you alright Christy, jeez I am sorry.” When I calmed my giggles and assured him, I was fine.

“Accept I cannot get up.” I demonstrated flapping my arms and trying to rock back and forth. They all laughed and I joined them.

“Well help her out dude,” Bob told Don.

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