CreamBalloons Redux 006
Festival Interlude


The next day, the two of them spent the day out ice skating and partaking in the celebrations that people held seemingly impromptu throughout the city's central park. While the gathering was a tradition, it was always a surprise to see what people were cooking up and sharing as carolers sung throughout the winter wonderland. Nobody would go home hungry that night.
	
Cream jumped in the shower, marveling over the progress her body had made over the weeks. Her nipples had especially grown, and her clit, too. She had to accelerate her plans of moving out if she wanted to keep this pace up without her mother noticing. Besides, the localized changes were suspicious. People might think it's deliberate instead of natural! She toweled off and put on a light sweater, the one her mother had gifted. It was terribly tacky, a snowman wearing antlers and a scarf. Plenty of red and green to make it flashy and maximize its ugliness. She and her mother did delight in the humor of that tackiness around the holidays. Over that though, she threw on a jacket and plenty of heavy clothes.

“All ready to go!” Vanilla announced from the driveway. They buckled up in the plain sedan and went off to the park. There was plenty to see and plenty to do. They hit the food stands immediately. All manner of food on toothpicks and sticks. Cream spotted some peculiar items when they'd both checked out the souvenirs. Reindeer-themed body suits and bikinis and other Christmassy kink wear being sold as romantics. She nicked a few of the items and paid for them as discreetly as she could while her mother was looking over hand-made ornaments and snowglobes. She picked up a few less deviant items to present as a smokescreen. More sweaters.

“Fantastically terrible,” Vanilla quipped, looking over the fashionless Christmas garb.
 Perhaps it was a mistake to lug around those bags so early on, but no matter. The car was too far away, and there was ice-skating to do! They hit the rink, skating around with ease. Cream had a lot of trouble keeping her jacket completely closed. It was old. Some of the buttons came loose and although nobody could see it, her paranoia took over. Cold air flowed over her thin sweater, stiffening her nipples so much that she swore they were tenting out her overcoat. It was so uncomfortable that her skating faltered and she hit the edge of the open rink, falling into a snow drift with a yelp! Vanilla spun around gracefully, and gave it a laugh before she helped her daughter up.


“Maybe I should take one of those bags from you, Cream,” Vanilla laughed. Cream handed her mom the right bag, keeping her secret close. However, Vanilla was picking at her jacket, saying, “We'll have to re-fit these buttons, dear. I know you love this jacket.. You should've let me know it was in such bad shape. Cream was frozen, keeping her arms folded across her chest, feeling the throbbing nubs on her chest. It seemed that the more she feared, the bigger they got. She closed the jacket as best she could, and then they were on their way home. Cream did glance down, blushing at how much they tented her thin sweater, sticking out a full inch from her modest breasts easily, even through her bra...  She did feel a certain pride though, seeing that her growth stuck around for so long.


Just before Vanilla could get the car started from her fancy remote keychain, a voice called out over the parking lot.
 Amy Rose yelled, “Hey, girls! Long time no see!” Vanilla smiled and waved her old friend over. Cream, by now, warmed up, and welcomed her, too. Amy was as pink as ever, and as single as ever. She'd given up on Sonic in the time that'd passed, and pursued her own career in entertainment, managing events such as the one they'd just left.


“All ready to graduate, Cream?!” Amy laughed. “Of course you are! You're one of the smartest girls I know!” She was as energetic and loud as ever.
“Yeah, Amy. Um. You wouldn't happen to know if there are any openings in your apartment building would you?” Cream wondered, “Or anywhere around you? .. Or in general? Y'know?”
	

Vanilla interjected, “Creamie's already ready to move out, and they haven't even had their graduation ceremony yet! She's going to leave me all alone! It'll be the death of me.”


Amy half smiled, recalling the silly things her own parents said before she left on her own, too, “Yes of course. I can send you a few addresses to check out when you can take a bus up here or something, Cream,” Amy encouraged,” And you! I'm sure you can find someone to rent out Cream's room easily. Plus, there are a lot of foreign exchange programs that I'm sure you'd love to help out!”

Amy had her finger on the pulse of the community. She had a solution for anything if it meant bringing people together, as overbearing as she could be about it. They gabbed on, Amy leading much of the conversation even when it seemed that it could've stopped.


They parted ways, more exhausted by Amy than the entire festival.
After a short goodnight, Cream and Vanilla retired to bed. Vanilla had to go back to work tomorrow, but Cream showed off her kinky reindeer costume and new bikinis to her fans, saying she had more fun things planned...