Santa whisked himself back up another chimney, the sounds of the two fucking bears he’d just freed from their boring businessmen’s lives fading into the silent night, and he tromped back to his sleigh. It was a good distance to the next house on his list, and he was already getting thirsty. He grabbed one of the bottles of cum the elves had made for him, and was a bit disappointed that they’d only given him three. He’d promised Claude that he’d try to cut back, but it was just so damn sweet and tasty…not to mention the other problems it caused if he didn’t drink any for a while.
The lid was off, and he was chugging it back–the whole bottle gone in a matter of moments, and it was only afterwards, as he sucked some off his mustache, that he noticed an odd aftertaste. He inspected the bottle, a bit suspicious, but in the end he tossed it in the back and figured it was just a bit old or something. Cum was always better fresh from a cock after all. He flew off into the night, heading for the next town, but by the time he set down on the first roof, his gut was growling with hunger, and the cookies and milk left for him in the living room weren’t enough to satisfy. Two homes later, he was eating cookies, and then scavenging sweets from pantries, and then he reached a house where he simply couldn’t stop. The kitchen was huge, the fridge and pantry well stocked, and he began gorging himself, trying to find some self-control, but the hunger was intense and all-consuming.
It was only when he heard a gasp behind him that Santa whirled around, and found an older, chubby man staring at him from the entrance to the kitchen. “S–Santa? No, you’re not Santa, what the fuck?”
“Oh shut up, Aaron. Get over here and feed me.”
Aaron felt Santa’s magic work it’s way around him, and he shuffled towards him, his eyes drawn to the food covered gut in front of him, reaching out, kneading it. Santa groaned, and realized then how large he had grown during his binge. He’d been fat for centuries before Marty had changed him in the muscle Santa he’d been last year, but now he was even fatter than before, his muscles buried under a flabby apron of fat which Aaron was shaking with both hands.
“Oh, you fat fucking pig, we’re gonna make you fucking massive,” a cake materialized on the counter next to them, Aaron grabbed a handful and smashed it into Santa’s mouth and beard, the older man’s eyes rolling back in pleasure as he chewed.
They both lost track of time, and thanks to Santa’s powers, time outside the house didn’t move forward a single moment. Once Santa was finally full enough to think about something other than food, he had Aaron heft him up and bend him over the table–no small feat, considering the size of Santa’s new belly. Aaron groaned, kneaded Santa’s blubbery ass, and started fucking him–or trying to at least. Aaron couldn’t quite get his four inch cock into Santa’s hole surrounded by his new fat. Santa concentrated, and Aaron’s cockck growing larger and larger until Santa was satisfied with the ten inch cock ramming into his fat ass…but still he wanted food. A platter of cookies now, and he stuffed his face, feeling his cock pulse as he chewed. Somehow eating was turning him on even more than being fucked, but the two together was finally enough to make Santa cum, moaning through a cookie packed mouth.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ pig, fuck!” Aaron shouted, and he filled Santa’s hole to the brim, but with his cumshot, clarity returned to Santa’s mind, and he sent Aaron back to bed–a feeder for life. What in the world had just happened to him? He waddled into the bathroom to get a better look at himself, and he had to guess he weighed nearly five hundred pounds after his uncontrollable binging. The weight gain itself shouldn’t be a problem, considering he could change his size at will–but he found he also couldn’t will himself thinner…because he liked it. He didn’t really want to be thinner, did he?
He starred in the mirror, trying to figure out why he’d been so concerned, but ended up jacking off again for the fun of it. Of course, he couldn’t reach his cock, so he had to go find Aaron and make him suck him off while he ate few summoned cupcakes, and then he was back up the chimney, the sleigh creaking under his huge frame, and took off for the next house, two full bottles of elf cum still nestled into the seat beside him.
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