HAPPY HOLIDAYS! (Patreon)

A mountain of debris surrounded the immense mass of Bob and Oscar. After a night of extreme gaining, they both crossed the line. Too big for their own home, it ended up exploding around their inflating bodies (see Cuddling Night with Bob & Oscar Chapters 1 & 2). Immobile and semi-conscious, Bob couldn't help but remember the good times they had spent in their home, saddened that it was a thing of the past.

The memory that came to his mind was last Christmas. The kitchen was flooded with a multitude of delicious smells: Bob was preparing a huge holiday dinner for himself and his big bear Oscar. His body was completely naked except for an apron three times too small for him (barely covering the top of his belly) and he was happily whistling Christmas songs. With his beard, glasses, and jolly attitude, Bob would have been the perfect Santa Claus. A big bear with a spherical and plump belly, which makes you want to give him a big hug.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken by the arrival of Oscar, who pushed the door with his back, carrying a stack of boxes taller than his head. He put them on the ground, then returned to his car, to bring back another pile, then another… until the living room was full of them. He then dragged 2-liter bundles of soda, enough to fill a bath. No, more like a small swimming pool…

Bob wondered: “What’s all this, my love? You knew I was going to prepare supper, no? I know you like it when I'm full, but that seems a little over the top, right? Ha ha ha!”

O: “Ha, well, you know I like to give my gym members a little treat before we close for the holidays, right? I had a little something for them, but this damn snow storm kept everyone from the surrounding towns from coming today. I had to bring those things all back here."

The big bear removed his winter coat and unsurprisingly, he was wearing no shirt under it: just his classic leather pants with suspenders. He was a bit sweaty from transporting all those boxes. Not because of the weight (his meaty arms can lift anything without a sweat), but because of the numerous trips to the car. Oh, the energy it takes to move his 450-pound body!

B: “And they are?”
O: “Donuts.”

B: “All of this?!?”
O: “Well, the gym is pretty big, there are at least 50 visitors per hour, for 10 hours…”

B: “500 donuts?!?”
O: “And at least 150 2 liters of soda.”

B: “Holy hell, you know I planned this meal to fill myself up, right?

O: “But we can’t let those delicious donuts go stale, you know? Show me how much of a pig you are.”

Oscar hugged his lover and put a hand on the soft furry belly. He pushed, and his hand sank into the balloon, deeper and deeper.

O: “That tank is empty. So empty. You need to fill yourself up.”

B: “Fuck yeah. I’m so hungry…”

O: “Hungry for size, my love. Hungry for fullness. I want you to push your limit tonight. Eat like you never ate before.”

B: “Oooh yeah. I won’t stop eating until I’m about to explode.”

O: “That’s a good pig.”

The big masculine bear took a donut and pushed it inside Bob’s enormous cheeks. The pig swallowed it whole with a big *GULP!*. Oscar moaned from pleasure. Watching his lover display his gluttony always made him hard.

The bear and the pig kissed tenderly.

After Bob finished cooking, they both sat at the table and ate like hogs. Oscar ate enough to fill his big muscle gut until his walking became a waddle. He then proceeded to feed Bob with all the love he had in him. After a while, he let his lover eat by himself and started to open the boxes to make a pyramid of donuts on the table. The thing ended up with a volume larger than Bob himself.

Oscar spent the night pushing one donut after the other into Bob’s hungry maw. Between the round pastries, he would open a 2-liter bottle of soda, shove the opening into Bob’s mouth, and pierce the bottom with a knife: the entire thing would empty into his pig in seconds. The air didn’t even have time to escape, accumulating inside Bob’s dangerously huge belly, inflating him a few inches more each time.

Bob was almost too full to speak. His enormous body was inflating by the minute.
B: “Ooooooffff… How…many…more? I’m…blimping…up! Oof.”
O: “You haven’t finished the first half yet. Don’t worry, my love, you’ll grow big enough to contain it all.”

B: “You’ll…make…me…POP!”

O: “Of course not. But I want to bring you to your absolute maximum, seconds before you would explode from the sheer amount of pressure inside your gigantic body.”

B: “Getting…HUGE…!”
O: “Oh yeah. And you love it, right?”

Bob was dazed by the amazing feeling of being overstuffed. He turned into an eating machine, a balloon that wants to be inflated to the limit, a pig who wants to fatten up to be the biggest. His words were nonsense by now, as he was focused on feeling his entire body expand in every direction.

B: “Yeah… Grow…More… Hungry… Fat…”

The feeding continued for several hours. That night, Oscar fell asleep once again on top of his lover’s gigantic belly. Bob wasn’t able to move for the rest of the holidays.

(find out what happened after “Cuddling Night with Bob & Oscar” in next month’s story: “Crisis in Bear Valley”!)