Stan only grew more concerned as the next few hours passed…and he found himself running across more and more names marked in red on his list. In each case, he would try to resist, but unwittingly he would change his subject in some perverse manner, and then…fuck them. And he…he liked it. He liked it a lot. And all he could think about was when…when he’d been a teenager in his bedroom, when he and his buddy Alex had made that mistake, and he’d always wondered…wondered why he’d hated looking at Emily so much, why he’d always loathed touching her, why sex with her had always been so difficult. If that was what God had wanted him to do, then why make it so damn hard for him? This…this all felt so much more satisfying, as much as he hated saying it, but that wasn’t really the worst of it. The sex…it was nice, sure, but that wasn’t what he was enjoying the most. No, what made him feel better than anything else was punishing these naughty young men, and then…making them serve him. Rubbing their own failure to be good, moral people in their own utterly perverted faces…he took another suck off his pipe, unable to believe how hard he was in his bright red jock, just…just thinking about it. Still, he compartmentalized his urges as best he could. He was just doing his job; they all deserved it, in the end. He wasn’t responsible, not really. He managed to keep his moral distance for several hours, until he found himself on the roof of a college dorm, wormed his way down the chimney and popped out in the common room.
Another red name, this time, his cock throbbing in anticipation and excitement, not that Stan would let himself admit it. He read the details–a hotshot jock who’d spent all of his time at school, when he wasn’t working out, terrorizing the various fat kids on campus, and he felt…angry. This one was personal. Food…food had always been a weakness for Stan, and he’d spent so much of his youth being taunted and teased for his size…and now he could do something about it. And…and he’d always had an idea, not one he’d ever let see the light of day, but with the magic pulsing through him now, he stormed up the stairs, let himself into the jock’s room–named Terrance–and woke him up. “So you like teasing fatboys, eh, little man?” Stan said, looming over the leary eyed jock, “how about you help us out a bit instead? And we can help you out too,” the magic welled up in him, so much in his head, and he released it into the jock with a flash.
Terrance blinked, unable to really process what was happening to him, or who even was standing over him? Santa? Santa didn’t exist, and even if he did, Santa didn’t wear shit like that. Though…though he had to admit, he looked kind of good, with that harness stretched over his big gut. He’d look better if he…if he was bigger, though. No longer sure what he was doing or even why, beyond the fact that it felt good, and right, he sat up on the edge of his bed and buried his face in Stan’s massive gut, rubbing his face in it, his cock harder than ever before in his life. “Fuck…” he moaned, “Fuck, why am I…”
“Don’t worry about it Terrance,” Stan said, “I know what you really want anyway. You want it to get bigger, don’t you? You wanna feed my big gut, boy?”
The dorm room wasn’t a dorm room anymore–it was…it was a kitchen. Stan sat down at the small table for one in the middle, and Terrance got up and started cooking. He’d never known how to cook, but suddenly he was putting together gaining shakes, pulling fattening snacks from cupboards, and happily feeding Santa everything he had, watching his fat gut grow bigger as the hours past, not that the stars moved an inch out the window. Several thousand calories later, Santa was heaving his huge gut, beard caked with food, and he finally allowed Terrance the honor of serving him–of taking his proper reward for all his efforts. The jock got down under the table, hefted up Santa’s huge gut and started sucking at his thick, long cock–and was immediately rewarded with a blast of precum–milk which went right to Terrance’s gut. He sucked and sucked, and only after he too, had gained every pound of fat he’d just put on Santa’s body did he finally get the load of sweet, sugary cum he was craving. This–this is what Terrance wanted now. To feed fat men to bursting, and then suck their cum from their cocks, gaining along with them from cum alone. Before Santa left, he expanded Terrance’s kitchen dorm room a bit more, so it could accommodate all the fat men he’d ridiculed from campus–and fifteen of his usual targets appeared at the long table, as Terrance began cooking the feast of his life. By the time he’d finished sucking their cocks after the meal–he’d be the fattest of them all by several hundred pounds.
Santa let himself out, heaving his own huge gut along with him, and as the afterglow faded, his own doubts slipped back in. What had he just done to himself? He’d never been skinny by any means, but with Emily’s strict help, he’d limited his weight to around three hundred pounds. But that feeding–it had unleashing something inside him–he was ravenous. Ravenous, and huge. He’d packed on at least a hundred pounds, his gut sagging down into an apron. His harness had changed shape, and now clipped to the side of his chaps–like suspenders, allowing his fat to hang out over the front, a thick apron drooping down past his cock, slapping against him, getting his cock hard again already at the sensation of his fat body jiggling around him. Back in the sleigh, after he got his pipe relit, he couldn’t resist–he had to heft up his fat and jack off, tweaking his nipples, hefting his flabby moobs, feeling his second chin under his thick beard.
He didn’t feel like the same person anymore, but he wasn’t sure that was a bad thing. No–he felt like him, but like…like a more authentic him than ever before in his life. His limits and controls were being stripped away, and…and was this who he really was? Is this who he wanted to be? He exploded into his jock, huffing and puffing for a minute, trying to just…not think about it, just taking off into the night, already eager again to reach the next red name on the list.
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