Vicky and Erin Shorty

Christmas time is usually a time of giving, a time of togetherness. Friends and family show how much they care for each other by giving them what they think they’d enjoy. It thus becomes a time where friends and family figure out how much they knew each other, often producing hilarious results when things go awry.

Erin sat in front of her computer’s monitor, headset tucked in her brown hair so that only the mic was visible. A nip of a certain potion made her breasts more manageable for the moment, her chest tucked inside a sweater so cheerfully red, green, and white, it nearly vomited Christmas. That whoever designed it kept its imagery to snowflakes and Santa hats meant they showed incredible restraint in the face of the season’s numerous trappings.
Below her shirt, hidden behind her immense (roughly body-sized) breasts thanks to her seated position, was a set of Christmas-colored plaid pajama pants, unbuttoned thanks to the button failing a wrestling match with her chest. She squirmed gently in her seat as she managed to place her face unblocked in front of the monitor, smiling as she hummed Jingle Bells to herself.

“Hey, Vicky! Happy Christmas!” said Erin cheerfully, her voice cracking like a chipmunk before she cleared her throat. “Merry Christmas, I mean! Crap! Are you awake yet?”
On her screen, she had her IM service up, with Vicky’s personal group chat open. Vicky’s face was visible, the screen showing her down to her shoulders, as was the norm. She squirmed nervously in her seat, blushing deeply red as she made periodic eye contact with the camera/Erin.  Her shoulders wer covered by a conspicuous sweater. Erin laughed as she took in the sight.
“Y-yes, I am, Erin,” said Vicky, her voice trying its darndest to avoid sounding nervous – and ultimately failing. “M . . . merry Christmas.”

“How adorable!” said Erin as she smiled, giving her a thumb’s up ecstatically. “You are an early riser, aren’t you? Makes me happy we don’t have to wait for each other!”
“Y-yes, that is good,” said Vicky, still darting her eyes about as if trying to avoid Erin’s gaze with each passing second. “I’m, uh, I . . . got your present today. T-thank, uh . . .”
“Awww, so cute,” said Erin, blushing as she tilted her head and pressing hands against her own face. “How is it? I hope it’s comfortable!”

From Vicky’s perspective, she had a mobile device upon her chest to give her camera a decent view. She nervously gasped as she tried to find the right words for Erin. What was outside the camera’s view was her majestic, immense sweater, covering (incredibly) her entire bust, save for a bit of underboob just barely visible underneath. It was colored to mimic a pair of snowflake-patterned blue ornaments, giving the impression she had said ornaments protruding from her chest. She sputtered nonsense as she squirmed in her seat, blushing immensely Her eyes widened as she managed to find the confidence to say one line.
“T-THANK YOU SO MUCH!” she shouted.