Chris-Mass Part 2 (Patreon)

Christmas Day has come and gone, and with it plenty of milk and cookies to go around- and perhaps one more present for both Santa and Krampus. Enjoy!

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Christmas day may have been overdone a bit. No, Krampus had to recant that- it had definitely been overdone. His teasing of Santa, this time, had definitely gone too far. He had given the polar bear a decadent lead up to the holiday, treating him with sumptuous feasts and sinfully rich desserts to help him fill out his suit, and then reminding Santa of why he and Krampus stayed together in the first place- stuffing him from both ends, as it were. It worked like a charm, and soon Santa was filling out his suit in all the right ways, with a great, round belly.

But then, utilizing his still prodigious strength, Santa strong-armed Krampus into his sleigh- with cookies and glasses of milk numbering in the billions, Santa was determined not to leave a crumb behind.

"After all, this is what everyone wants, right?" Santa said to Krampus, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he pressed the beast against his round belly.

Krampus had no good excuse- he had to go to all the same places Santa went anyways. But Krampus wasn't used to getting things on Christmas night; he doled out punishment to naughty children, no one left cookies out for him. So, to enjoy Santa's spoils had a certain appeal- at least at first. He was stuffed to his limit and then some by the end of the night, his once tight and muscular body buried under an avalanche of chocolate chip and sugar cookie-fueled blubber. His belly billowed past his lap, sinking down past his knees and bulging out several feet ahead of him. His barrel-sized legs and girthy thighs rolled off one another with each step as he spilled out of Santa's sleigh, hands resting on the curvature of his gut, idly thumbing his pillow-sized chest.

Normally, he would hate to admit it, but in the heavy, cream and sugar filled haze Krampus was in, the sheer mass of his body left him feeling aroused. Fighting against the thick layers of fat millions of cookies had piled on his frame, the demonic beast felt his thick shaft pressing against it and poking out, still hard and brimming.

Perhaps because Santa was right next to him, and wore the weight as well as Krampus could have hoped. A hearty chuckle sent the bear's enormous, snowy mountain of a belly rippling- he had grown just as overly bloated and massive as Krampus, spilling out of his suit in all directions. A virile patch of blonde and snowy fuzz sprouted across his plush chest, his tire-like neck and multiple chins buried under a magnificent beard- he was possibly the biggest Santa ever now, all thanks to Krampus' prodding. That virility did not stop with Santa's beard, as underneath the mountain of blubber was one last tantalizing gift for Krampus to indulge in- it was all a matter of finding a way to reach it, now.

Santa chuckled, pulling Krampus against his bulging side. "Still hungry for one last treat before a long Winter's nap, then?" His manhood quivered, pulsing with anticipation.

Krampus felt his round cheeks grow rosy. "Perhaps- if I can reach it under that avalanche you call a gut. Thankfully for you, Santa, I have always been one to rise to the occasion- and when I am done with you, I'll be making both of our naughty lists."