Julie’s Hungry, Pregnant, Christmas Eve
By ChubbySong321


It was Christmas Eve
The stockings were hung and everything was proper and neat
It was supposed to be a time for relaxing and the resting of feet
But poor husband John was busy as could be,
because his pregnant wife Julie just wanted to eat, eat, EAT!

She sat on the couch, her eyes blue and her hair blond
Its style was cascading, flowing and long
It reached past her shoulders and hit her white-trimmed, red, shirt and skirt
But neither festive article of clothing could cover up her big, stuffed, pregnant, girth

Her feet were up on the coffee table
She was greedily eating everything she was able
Turkey, potatoes, cranberries and stuffing
Both festive, and not, were feeding this preggo who was hungry
Burgers, hotdogs, chicken and pie
All of this was helping Julie’s baby-bump grow wide

Her husband, who was dutifully feeding her, begged and pleaded
This was putting so much strain on poor John. It was rest that he needed
But Julie just burped and told him to bring her more food
She needed it. She was eating for 2
It wasn’t her fault her big belly was so hungry
After all, she kept reminding him, she was going to be a mommy

So back to the kitchen the poor husband did run
John was oh so tired, but Julie was having oh so much fun
Chips, pretzels, chocolate and roasted chestnuts
All went quickly into her ever-growing gut
Julie gobbled them up in a flash,
loving how much they were adding to her fat

Her stomach was now huge!
Even being pregnant, it was clearly stuffed with tons of food
She looked like she was carrying triples and 9 months over due
Even though she had 3 months to go before her single baby made her debut
With each bite she took it gave her a brand new, joyous, tickle
So, of course, Julie demanded John bring her some ice cream and pickles

It was then, though, that disaster hit
Something that threw poor, hungry, Julie into a fit
Thanks to her gluttonous eating, they’d run out of food!
It was something that killed Julie’s, previously happy, mood
The preggo folded her arms over her big, stuffed, pregnant, belly,
and demanded John run to the store, having a specific craving for jelly

At this John, loving though he was, simply refused
It was Christmas Eve. It was no time to be shopping for food
He was already so tired and needed his rest
So he explained this to Julie, doing his best

Julie huffed and made it her turn to refuse
She was pregnant and wanted her massive appetite subdued
It was her husband’s job to put up with her demands, no matter how crazy
He was, after all, the father of her baby
 
John could only sigh, grab his keys and head to his truck
Hoping he’d, somewhere, find a grocery store open and be in luck
He didn’t want to go. John was so exhausted and was so tired
But he knew he’d given his word. He didn’t want to be a liar

Julie simply sat back, rubbing over her bulging, stuffed, middle
She smiled in delight at how big it was and its cute, little, jiggle
She loved to eat and she loved being big
It was Christmas. She was pregnant. So this woman planned to feast like a pig
She couldn’t wait for her husband to return, wanting to continue her non-stop feast
She giggled to herself, loving how filling had been this particular Christmas Eve

The End