Carol Holiday

Carol Holiday was exhausted.

Council meetings that ran late. Endless paperwork. Complaints about potholes, budgets, school funding, the festival, zoning issues... every problem in Hometown somehow ended up on her desk.

By the time she finally made it home, the house felt too quiet. Still wearing her short blue buttoned coat over a white undershirt and tight dark pants, she went straight for the wine shelf and pulled out a bottle of red. She poured herself a glass to take the edge off after another fourteen-hour day.

Then another.

...And maybe a third.

At that point, she figured she might as well finish the bottle.

The wine sat heavy in her stomach, leaving her warmer and more bloated than before. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight fabric of her coat, causing a couple of the buttons to pop open, while her pants struggled even harder around her enormous ass and soft midsection. Small tears had started forming along the seams from the extra pressure. She stuffed the nearly empty bottle between her breasts and stood there for a moment, adjusting her stance as the wine shifted inside her, when the front door unlocked.

Her ears perked up. She looked over her shoulder with slightly unfocused eyes, a tired little smile forming on her face.

“...Hey...”

Her voice was warm, though a little slurred.

“There you are...”