Hermey stood at the drive through window, bored. He leaned back against the counter. His short sleeve uniform left his arms bare and chilly, while his headset ached his scalp.

Outside, snow drifted down in the black sky, but it looked light enough. He could definitely drive home at the end of his shift. He had nothing better to think about, since nobody wanted fast food tacos at 2 in the morning.

A shrill beep stirred Hermey from his reverie. He looked to a small monitor on the counter, which displayed an overhead view of the drive through lane.

Eight large dogs, two-by-two, were hitched to a carriage. The huge, brown dogs had antlers. And the carriage seemingly had no wheels. It took Hermey a moment to realize that they were reindeers drawing a sleigh.

The sleigh's driver wore a big, red coat. Her calves, thicker than roasted ham, filled out furry boots. Her billowing thighs bulged over her knees and creased over her boots. Their pale skin just barely poked out under her knee-length skirt. Two mammoth hips stretched the bright, red skirt to either edge of the sleigh, as wide as a car. And her ass piled behind her in two mounds that offered a foot of blubbery shelf space. Thank goodness this woman was using the drive through, because she had no chance of fitting through the front door with hips that fat.

The lady's tummy rested on the middle of her lap in a heap of fat that draped to her knees. Its lower roll fluffed wide on all sides. Her breasts obscured its upper half. The two titanic tits flared wider than her shoulders and further than her elbows. A white-furred trim lined her neckline, which showed at least a square foot of her rotund rack.

Even through the grainy drive through camera, Hermey's gaze fell deep between her large, perky breasts.

She smiled eagerly, pursing her plump lips into her bulbous cheeks. Straight, blonde hair fell to her shoulders.

Given the reindeer and the sleigh, Hermey half expected a prank. He took a breath before greeting her. "Welcome to Taco Bell. May I take your order?"

Her voice crackled through to his headset. "Oh, yes! May I have four steak quesadillas, four gorditas, four crunch wrap supremes, and two large Cinnabon coffees?"

Now Hermey really expected a prank. An order is an order, though, so he moved to the kitchen. As the only one there that night, he had to prepare all of the food himself. But that didn't mean he had to be alone while making it. He could still talk to his guest through the drive through speaker. "Sit tight a minute. Don't drive up to the window yet. It's a bit lonely tonight, do you mind if we chat?"

"Not at all!" Her voice was light, yet thick.

Hermey placed four tortillas on a hot plate. "I can't help but notice you have an interesting car."

She giggled. "Yes, well, it's tradition. My family takes the reindeer out for a drive every Christmas morning."

Next, he dumped cheese, steak, and jalapeno sauce on the tortillas before folding them under a hot press. "That sounds sweet, but... 2 in the morning?"

"Mm-hmm! I've got quite a lot of work to do before sunup."

Then, Hermey laid out four more tortillas on the hot plate, all with cheese to melt. In the meantime, he stocked hard taco shells with beef, lettuce, and more cheese. "Must be lonely driving by yourself! Didn't you say it was a family tradition?"

"Well, tonight is my first night doing it all on my own. There is a whole network of us, you see. My grandpapa started the tradition. He lives up north. Some time ago, my daddy moved south so that he could broaden the operation. His siblings are all over the world. And my siblings and cousins are all over the place, too."

Hermey folded the cheesy tortillas around the hard tacos and packaged them, all while listening.

She concluded, "There is quite a large bundle to deliver on Christmas morning."

One last food item remained. Hermey nabbed four more tortillas and put a hard shell in each. Quickly, he dumped sour cream, beef, and lettuce in each, then wrapped them up. "Let me get this straight. Every year, on Christmas day, at midnight, your whole family drives around in sleighs and makes deliveries? Who do you think you are, Santa Claus?"

"I'm not sure I understand. Of course I'm not Santa Claus. He's my peepaw."

Hermey guffawed. "Oookay. Nice one. I needed a laugh tonight." He took two big coffee cups. He held one under the spout of a coffee urn and filled it halfway. Then, he reached into a nearby fridge, grabbed a carton of Cinnabon brand creamer, and filled the rest of the way. He repeated for the second cup. "Anyway, you can drive up to the window now."

Jingling bells ringed in his headset.

He packed up her food in a family-sized bag and slotted the coffees into a drink carrier. Then, he carried the bag over to the checkout window.

Outside of the window, her corpulent face beamed a big smile with her juicy lips and bubbly cheeks. A fat neck of rolls led down to her vast, plump rack. Her ass bulged against the seat behind her and flowed into the sides of the sleigh. She put down the reins and leaned towards the window, bunching her fat haunches over the edge of the sleigh and plopping one tubby tit against her hefty hip. As she reached both blubbery arms towards the window, they smooshed her breasts together, squishing their fat even further through her neckline.

First, he passed the bag into her pale, chubby hands.

She set it aside on the broad sweep of her obese hip.

Then, he gave her the two coffees.

She sat back. Her eyes looked down into her chest, scrunching her chin rolls, and she shoved the two coffees deep into her cleavage. Her ample boobs hugged the cups with fluffy flesh. Her stomach rumbled like distant fireworks. "Sheesh!" She rubbed her fat gut. She sounded ready to tear into her food at a moment's notice.

Hermey picked up his slacking jaw. "Hey, um, if you're hungry, uh, nobody else is in the drive thru, and, (ahem), I could use the company. You could eat here."

She held a pudgy hand to her broad chest. "Aw. I would rather like that, thank you." She reached over her waist, across her hips, and nabbed a quesadilla from the bag. Her hands plunged the tortilla into her mouth, and her chunky cheeks held a quarter of it. She bit, then pushed more in; she bit, then pushed more in; and she stuffed the whole quesadilla into her mouth. Her jaws chewed sluggishly, wagging her inflated cheeks, and she sucked it all down her gullet. "Mmmf! So good!!" She ripped through the quesadilla like it was no more than a french fry.

As Hermey watched, his heart thumped. Despite the air's wintry chill, a stifling heat overcame him. He wanted to compliment her proficient mastication, but thought better of it.

She grabbed the next quesadilla and pushed it deep past her lips. "Nngh. There'sh nuffing like fasht foodj!" She pounded a hearty gulp.

Hermey nodded. "Oh yeah? Well, you're welcome here any time!"

She bowed her head sheepishly. "Normally, uh, I just do Door Dash." She took the next quesadilla and plunged it in. "I only hwork one djay a hyear, sho I don'tsch get outch much." She swallowed, then slurped at her plump lips.

Hermey made a mental note: Door Dash.

Her fat fingers plucked the final quesadilla from the bag and, with gusto to spare, she crammed it in her mouth. "Mmmf!" She chewed, shuffling her bulging cheeks, and she swallowed down with a grunt. In just a few, short moments, she had demolished four entire quesadillas.

She leaned back, rolling her back against her ass, with one hand on her coffees. Her belly pushed out under her breasts. A sliver of pale flab crept out under her coat, just past her knees. She ran a hand over her broad stomach. "Oooh... that was a good appetizer." Four quesadillas would be enough to sate some people's hunger twice over; for her, that was just enough to stimulate her appetite.

The guest sat straight up again. After removing the lid from one steaming coffee, she sipped it, "Shlurp." She smiled. "Ooh, just right!" She put the cup to her lips, tilted her head back, and chugged the fatty, sugary drink. Each gulp sank into her stomach quickly. She polished it off with a contented sigh and put the cup in the bag. "Gonna be a long night, so I need those!" While she meant the caffeine, certainly all of the fat and sugar in the creamer would do her wonders, too.

Next, she pulled a gordita from the bag. The thing looked like a chonky taco, thickened by an extra layer of cheese and a puffy wrap. It matched her bloated digits and chubby hand. She tilted her head to the side, smooshing her pudgy cheek against her soft shoulder, and her fat fingers slid the beefy snack through her plump, salivating mouth. Her lips were so fat, so wet, when they wrapped around that big, juicy gordita. But she sucked it all in. After a few crunches, she wolfed it down. Her lips smacked in its wake. "Delectable." Her voice grew breathy as if to signal a deeper enjoyment.

Hermey rested his chin in his palm. "Are those your favorite?"

She immediately got another gordita. "Yes, quite so." She pushed the next one into her flabby face. While her cheeks swelled, her eyelids fluttered. Her long, curling lashes batted gently against her rotund cheeks. Redness flushed her cheeks, as well, surely because of the cold.

"Gorditas," Hermey told himself.

While she swallowed, her hand nabbed the next gordita. Sparing no time for so much as a breath, she pressed that one into her mouth. She closed her eyes and chewed slowly. Her mashing mandible kneaded her flowing chin fat like a pile of dough. A high moan escaped her. It trailed off as she swallowed.

Finding her hands empty, she hastily snatched the last gordita. She crammed it all in. Then, her hands disappeared under her breasts.

Her tits were so huge that, from the window, Hermey couldn't see where her hands went.

She probably rubbed her stomach, easing its filling contents. Granted, she also could have stroked at the broad curves of her underboobs. Alternatively, her hands could have traveled under her stomach and between her thick, sleigh-wide thighs. Her nostrils breathed long and slow.

Soon, she swallowed again. Her hands slinked out from wherever they had been. "Oongh! Time to wash it all down." She took the remaining coffee from her cleavage and ripped off the top. She tipped the coffee back, raising her arm and wagging its heavy, sagging bicep lard. She chugged the coffee, vibrating her fat neck. With each swallow, she leaned farther and farther back, hefting her boobs up and sliding her belly forward. Her colossal stomach hung further over her knees, while her free hand toyed with its bare, hanging flesh. Her fingers squeezed in and out of her plush fat, demonstrating just how soft and cushy she was.

When she put the empty coffee cup in the bag, her eyes met Hermey's. She jumped. "Ooh! Um. I lost myself for a bit there. That wasn't strange, was it?" Her cute eyes stared wide above her rolling cheeks.

Hermey pushed down all of the horribly lewd comments on his mind. He shrugged. "Nah, I'm just happy to see you enjoy the food!"

She eased. "Okay then! Well, I believe it is time for dessert!" Her hips scooched forward, and the sleigh creaked under her bouncing, trailing butt. She leaned back, into her own ass, which served as a plump backrest. Her heavy back sank deep into her plush rump. In response, her backside pursed around her leaning waist. Sitting back like that, her boobs loomed high atop her belly, blocking her face from Hermey. Her coat rode up her stomach, too, exposing more of her stomach. Now, she flashed the soft crease around the middle of her waist. A long, cushy navel dotted the center of her gut. It was unclear whether she was unaware of her bare skin or if she just didn't care.

Her hand grabbed one crunch wrap. Then, it disappeared behind the mountain range of her broad, swollen breasts. She uttered crunches and moans. Once those ceased, her hand reappeared to take a second crunch wrap. Her free hand traipsed over her exposed stomach, tending to her cute, pink stretch marks. After she got a third crunch wrap, her upper stomach bloated subtly, raising her breasts an inch. Given her immense girth, it took quite a lot of eating to make this woman look bloated, but she pulled it off.

Her hand limply wandered back into the bag. It dredged out the final crunch wrap. Then, her hand went back behind her breast wall. She crunched slowly. She uttered low, raspy moans and deep, heavy breaths. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her sluggish behavior and swelling middle made it evident that she had finally reached satiety.

She put her hands behind her--not on her butt, but on the actual backrest of her seat. She lurched forward, sloshing her gut, and her bulbous breasts slapped down over her stomach. "Mmf! That was wonderful."

Hermey tugged his collar. "Yeah, that was really good...!"

She blinked. "Oh! I should deliver your present while I'm here." She leaned forward, casting her breasts far past her knees. Her boundless ass stuck fast in the sleigh. Each edge of her butt cheeks clenched their fat against the sides of her seat. Her ass was a huge tub of jelly too heavy and too voluminous for her to rip out of her seat.

She clenched the sleigh's reins and grunted.

As if on command, the reindeer marched forward. They tugged her upright.

Her butt popped free of the seat. "Whew! Thanks!" She toddered on her corpulent legs, slowly turning around to face the back of the sleigh. Her massive hips wobbled all the while, and her tits rippled. Her ass quaked, slapping gently against her calves. The huge cheeks completely smothered her thighs.

Once she faced the back of the sleigh, she bent down. The back of the sleigh held a big pile of gift boxes, which she sorted through. Her skirt rode up her backside, and she flashed two immense moons. Her ass arced out in two broad mounds, then descended into dimples on her tubby thighs. Her light, fluffy fat sprawled farther side to side than Hermey could reach with arms outstretched.

She leaned upright and faced Hermey. All she had in her hand was a slip of paper. "Merry Christmas."

Hermey took it, dumbfounded. "Merry Christmas."

She sat back down, plopping her rump right back into the sleigh. She whipped the reins. "Yah!"

The reindeer charged ahead, out of the drive thru.

Hermey looked at the paper. It contained a promising ten-digit number, along with a name: "Befana <3."