Oh, what a long, long night it had been. Yet another Christmas party done with. How many had they been to this year, it had to be at least a dozen. Nonetheless, as he flopped into the nearest chair, James was incredibly glad to be back home. While fancy dress was all well and good, at this point he wanted little more than to ditch his elf attire and head off to bed. Being quite worn out from all the socializing in the previous couple of weeks, though, he was planning to rest up where he was for a moment. Those plans, however, went immediately out of the window with a surprised yelp when his lap was filled by his extremely large and extremely heavy housemate.

"Heyyyyyyyyy, James~" Alexa sang in the tell-tale tones of a girl who had consumed far too much wine and was now rather drunk, "Thanks for taking me out to the party." Having now vastly outgrown the evening's reindeer outfit she had only just been able to squeeze into when she had bought it a month ago, the squirrel shimmied herself in place to get comfy, a little more roughly than she had intended to, drawing a strained grunt from the tiny mongoose beneath her.

"Alexa, what are you doing?!" James squeaked, one arm pinned beneath his companion's giant backside, just as she grabbed his free arm and slumped herself forwards against him, unwittingly squashing his face deep into one of her massive breasts, trapping him in a crushing, overwhelming embrace.

"Mmm, I wanna snuggle..." slurred the squirrel, idly swinging her legs over the armrest. An abrupt hiccup sent the girl's bosom jiggling, earning a soft creak from her tortured dress, whose miniskirt had no hope of keeping her decent. She thought she could hear her flatmate trying to get her attention, but with the mountain of boob flesh smothering his face, any words turned instantly to a near-silent muffling.

After only a few seconds, a faint squeak from underneath her interrupted her blissful cuddle. Then another. And a third longer, harsher squeak. Something wasn't right. "Hey...hic...hey, James?" the fat girl asked, as the squeaking turned into a sharp whine. "Wh-why is the wall moving?" Alexa stared in confusion at the wall opposite her, wonder if this was just the alcohol affecting her senses.

James, though, was busy watching the slowly approaching carpet, as the chair bent back further and further under Alexa's tremendous weight, accompanied by the ominous metallic groan that signalled imminent structural failure...

Yay, a Christmas picture! =D Not 100% happy with it, but I always enjoy drawing out the kind of misadventures this pair go through in their lives.