Christmas. A time for peace on earth, goodwill to all, and wearing clothes you wouldn't otherwise be seen dead in. And so it turned out in the flat where James and Alexa took up residence - the former had been given a rather tacky green sweater, courtesy of 'Heather from Work'. Instead of jeans, though, she had paired them with navy sweatpants, with the explanation that all her shorts were in the wash. Although she'd been stuffing her face with holiday-themed food for nearly a month now, and James thought she just couldn't get her fat ass into them anymore.

As usual, James had woken before Alexa, and was courteous enough to wait until she was up as well before they both made a start on the presents. The first few were standard Christmas fare: socks, a mug each, and a complete crapload of chocolate. Alexa's friends knew her well, it seemed. When she opened James' gift, however, she gave a sudden gasp, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

"You...you got me the Hotel Coral Creek DVD?"

The mongoose gave a knowing smirk and a nod. "Yep," he told her, "I had to, you never stop bangin' on about them!" That much was true, whether it was singing one of their songs to herself, openly fawning over how hot the lead singer was, or going full-on fangirl whenever they appeared on TV. Returning his attention to the wrangled mass of paper and sellotape in his hands, James gave another fruitless attempt to open the infuriatingly wrapped package, before sighing gently and placing it on the side table. He was about to ask where the scissors were, when the squirrel suddenly pulled him into the tightest hug he had ever received.

"OH MY GOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" she squealed at the top of her voice, not realizing the muffled screaming coming from her companion. With her vicelike grip around his neck, James thought he'd almost gotten whiplash from her enormous chest slamming into his face. He was trying to push himself away as well, but he was nowhere near strong enough to do so, not against someone over 400 pounds heavier than him. His hands kept squishing into Alexa's massively overfed gut, and his face was buried about as far into those gigantic breasts of hers as it would go, to the point that Alexa was rapidly and unknowingly suffocating him.

At least she liked the present he'd gotten her, though.

Wanted to draw something for Christmas, and this is it. There's also a small story to go along with it, which I had quite a lot of fun writing, I should do that more often. For exposition, Hotel Coral Creek are an indie band in my little universe that Alexa is a huge fan of. I've not drawn James with her enough, I reckon. The size difference between the two of them usually ends up producing something good. Also hands can go to hell, but be honest, that's not what you're paying attention to, is it? ;)

Merry Christmas <3