Happy holidays from Santa (our big Bob)! - Part 2 (Patreon)

You can read part 1 first, here (https://www.patreon.com/posts/happy-holidays-75718240)

At the end of his first day as a mall Santa, Bob was filling his red coat very tightly. People were buying cookies and milk from the kiosk beside his throne and were gifting them to Santa, feeding him like an animal at the zoo. Some of the visitors recognized Bob from his viral video, where he was stuck in the door of the buffet, so they were happy to meet the “meme” in person, feed him, taking pictures. They waited with their eyes wide open, craving to see Bob eat their offering. If you know Bob, you’re probably aware of his insatiable gluttony: he’ll never, ever, refuse free, sugary treats. In Bob’s world, there was no nibbling. He DEVOURED every cookie like a hungry monster, and people loved the spectacle.
“Woah, Santa is pretty hungry this year! Good thing we brought him those pastries!”, laughed one visitor.

The gainer covered in red velvet clothes replied: “Yeah…*burp* Santa will need a lot of energy to deliver all the gifts! Happy holidays! Next visitor, please!”

A week later, the belt keeping his belly inside his coat was dangerously close to bursting. The leather was worn out and stretched thin… Bob’s boss bought him another suit, way bigger, and a huge belt, way longer, convinced that it would be big enough for the rest of the month. Bob wasn’t so sure. As the days went by, more and more people were visiting the mall, shopping for gifts, so naturally, our big Santa received more improvised feeders. You could see the dollar signs in the eyes of the guys at the cookie and milk kiosk, who were making more money than their cash register could contain. They couldn’t believe how many gallons of milk the fat guy on the throne was ingesting, and how far his belly could stretch to contain an absurd mountain of round treats. Bob’s legs were spreading wider and wider as his belly got fatter, every single day. The belt was digging into the mountain of fat, almost splitting it in two, trying desperately to contain the immense belly.

***

And then came the very last day before Christmas. 24 days of feeding: those gallons upon gallons of milk, and hundreds and hundreds of cookies turned Bob into the fattest Santa the world had ever seen. His huge ass destroyed the throne: he was now just sitting on the ground, looking absolutely gigantic. His belt, stretched until it was thin as a string, snapped at the last cookie of the day, revealing the gigantic belly in all its glory. The larger version of the coat exploded into pieces the day before, so they put the first coat on his shoulder, barely covering anything, showing just how much bigger he was this time around. Nobody was shocked: they were mostly amazed and amused to see such a fat Santa, thinking it was fake, or a weird marketing stunt.

Bob couldn’t believe that he could put his fat on display like this, for everyone to see. Yet, strange things have happened in this town, and impossibly big men seem to appear everywhere these days… All this feeding made him dazed and light-headed all month long, daydreaming while strangers fed him for all of his waking hours.

Before closing time on December 25th, a final visitor came to see Santa: Oscar, Bob’s lover, coming to give his pig a ride home. The muscular man hadn’t seen him in a month, worried that Bob would have lost some weight because he missed their regular feeding sessions. You could imagine his surprise when he saw big Bob in all his overweight glory, unapologetically fat in the middle of a crowded space like this.

“Oh Oh Oh wow! Oh man, you’re so…so…hot!”

Oscar was over-excited to see his lover being already blown up like that at the very start of their holiday vacation. He could barely hide his immense boner in his leather pants. He dreamt of feeding Bob every day between Christmas and New Year’s eve, but he never imagined that an 1100 pounds body would be their starting point!

Bob swallowed a handful of cookies and greeted his friend with an “Ooooo Oooo Ooooo! Santa…is…stuffed. What do you want for Christmas, you big muscle bear?”

“I have everything I want right here, you sexy pig. What the hell happened to you?”

“People… they bought and fed me cookies and milk from them…”, said Bob, pointing at the kiosk, which now sported an unmissable “50% on everything!” sign, explaining why he had exploded out of his clothes the day before. Oscar knew Bob’s belly so much that it only took a small push of big bear paws into the fat dome to understand it wasn’t just temporary bloat like he thought, but real, heavy fat, accumulated on the big man’s body. The muscular man couldn’t retain from caressing Bob’s curves, squeezing his pecs, and shoving his entire hand into the deep belly button. He got a few looks from the passer-by...

Oscar ran to the cookie and milk kiosk: “How much for the rest of the stock? I’m buying it all!” The two guys at the cash register smiled, feeling less remorse, now that they know that the fattening was greatly appreciated by Santa’s lover. They helped Oscar slide Bob’s fattened-up body into the box of his pick-up truck (they owed him at least that!). The big man was several feet larger than the truck but squeezed his ass inside until he was wedged in place. His fat bounced during the entire route, forcing several belches out of him. A few lucky people had the chance of seeing this incredible scene. They looked at the fat Santa passing by fascinated by this Christmas parade for horny gainers.

***

Back at home, Bob was butt naked in the middle of the living room, warmed by a cozy fire.

Besides the Christmas tree, you could see endless piles of cookies and a refrigerator filled with jugs of milk. It wouldn’t take long before Oscar had stuffed the entire stock into the ballooning and very hungry man.

“It seems like Santa is too fat to deliver the gifts this year. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t need any gifts. All I want for Christmas is you.”
“Aww! You’re too sweet! Come here and sit on Santa’s belly. You’ve been a very naughty boy, Oscar. And as a punishment, Santa order you to help him finish the cookies and milk.”
“That would be an honor, Mr. Clause. Santa’s big sack of fat is about to get larger than ever.”
Oscar and Bob kissed tenderly in the heat of a warming fire.

Happy Holidays!!