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Full of Christmas Spirit

By Otteronymous

Vaughn's hands trembled as he read the letter for nth time that night, his excitement almost palpable at the thought of his most cherished dream coming true.

"Dear Vaughn,

I've been watching you for many years now, and throughout every season, not only have you been a very good boy, you've also been tireless in spreading the love of Christmas to any and all who would hear it. It is for this reason that I, Santa Clause, am asking for your assistance aiding me in my preparation for Christmas. Meet me at your Chimney at 10pm sharp if you're up to the task of making Christmas come true!

-Santa Clause"

Vaughn let out a squeak of excitement. Santa, THE Santa, needed him, of all people, to help bring about Christmas! It had been his dream since he was a little boy to ride along with Santa on his bright, snow covered sleigh, riding high above the clouds, delivering presents to all the girls and boys of the world.

What more could a boy ask for than to have that fat, rosy-cheeked saint smiling down at him, Vaughn thought. The thrill of having his heavy hand on your shoulder and big belly jiggling as he looked longingly into your eyes, that deep baritone voice telling you what a good boy you were as he pulled you closer, his lips pursing...

Vaughn's face went red at his wandering imagination. Thinking such dirty thoughts of a kindly old saint...let alone a married one?! For shame!

The young teen shook free of his perverted thoughts as the clock showed 5 minutes till 10pm. Vaughn patted his freshly pressed khaki's and holiday sweater, quadruple checking that he looked his holiday best for his hero. As Vaughn brushed his long, blond hair back for the 10th time, he heard the tell-tale hoof steps above him. It was time! He was finally here!

Vaughn squealed as he watched the crimson and evergreen swirls of fairy dust descend down the chimney, the old saint's magic filling the room with the scent of pine and cinnamon as he made his entrance. Vaughn shuffled his feet like an excited puppy as the rays of magic danced and intertwined, a blinding, radiant light filling the room as the swirls pulsed and shimmered, their magic ushering in the King of Christmas himself, a giant smile across his plump, winter worn face.

"HO HO HO!" Santa bellowed, his massive frame causing the wooden floor to creek under his substantial, form. "You must be Vaughn! My dear boy, how I have looked forward to seeing you tonight!"

Vaughn's face went flush as he looked up at the 6'5" Saint before him, his thick, barrel chest heaving like a bellow as he laughed and his gargantuan, spherical belly quivered like a beach ball full of jelly.

Santa gave a warm smile as watched Vaughn's reverent expression. Year after year, decade after decade, the boys always stared in the same way. He gave a light chuckle, delighted that Mrs. Clause never failed to find the most eager ones for his Christmas "needs."

"My, my! What a spry young boy you are, Vaughn," Santa said, tussling the teen's hair and eliciting a whimper. "I've no doubt you are fully capable of helping me as I deliver Christmas all over the world this year! Are you up for it, my boy?"

Vaughn practically tripped over himself as he rushed for his backpack, his voice cracking in excitement as he slung it over his shoulder. "You...you bet, Santa! I'm ready to do whatever it takes to help!"

Santa's eyes narrowed pleasantly. Always the same...always the same.

"Anything? Are you sure, my boy? I've no small task to ask of you. Unless you're willing to give everything you have to help Christmas, I recommend you say so now."

Without skipping a beat, Vaughn responded with an enthusiastic smile. "Anything, Santa! I'm ready to do anything for you...uhhh, I mean Christmas!"

Santa gave a sly smile as he grabbed a fistful of Vaughn's beautiful, blond hair. "Wonderful, my boy, then let us waste no time. Christmas is waiting!"

Vaughn gave a sharp yelp as Santa shoved him to his knees. The jolly old saint undid his robe, revealing his nude, heavily furred body. Vaughn winced as a wave of Santa's thick, sweaty musk blew free from the reindeer hide suit, the fat old man's profuse forest of thick body hair working wonders to trap in the heat--and sweat--of his large, gravid body.

"You see, my boy," Santa said as he threw off Vaughn's backpack and slammed the teen's face into his round, swollen gut. "I'm given one night a year to release all of my pent up desires."

With his huge palm, Santa slid the now shocked Vaughn down his gut towards his thick, meaty shaft; the coarse, hairy pelt of fur scratchy against the boy's smooth, unblemished skin.

"And without this sexual release, there's no way I could possibly concentrate well enough to call upon my magic and make my deliveries."

Santa reached under his massive ball belly and grabbed his melon sized testicles before plopping them onto Vaughn's distressed face; the turgid, cum filled sacks heavy and sweaty as they stifled his whimpers.

"This, my boy, is where you come in. I need you to drain me of this pent up desire so that I may go about my work in peace."

Vaughn's mind ran muddy with fear and desire as he struggled to breathe past the musky sack, his cock growing stiff against his fine-pressed Khakis. He instinctively tongued the hairy testicles that sat hot on his face, his taste buds burning as they lapped at the acrid patina of testosterone and sweat that coated his idol's substantial jewels.

Santa huffed as Vaughn lapped desperately at his sack, the teen's tongue digging and swirling into his bloated balls to procure precious pockets of sweaty, stagnant air. With his thick member fully hard from the struggling youth, Santa pulled on Vaughn's hair and wrenched him free from his fleshy prison. Vaughn gasped and hacked, his beautiful, blemish free face bright red and covered in ball sweat as his lungs cleaved the fresh air.

"HO HO HO! What a good little nut licker you are. Let's see how you do with the shaft."

Santa grasped Vaughn under the chin with his free hand, the portly saint lining up the teen's mouth with the tip of his bulbous, leaking cockhead. Vaughn tried to pull back, but Santa's grasp held firm.

"Now, now, boy. No need to be coy. I know about all your naughty little desires. Just do as you did to that boy behind the Gym earlier this year."

Santa slipped a thumb into the teen's mouth and forced his jaw open. Vaughn moaned as the supple flesh slid past his lips, filling his boyish mouth with the swollen cocktip. "See, boy, nice and tasty. Now give it a good suck."

Vaughn wrapped his lips around the shaft, suckling it like a nursing pig, the dripping pre-cum rolling down his throat and coating his mouth with its salty-sweet taste. Santa drove his hips forward, forcing a few more inches of his swollen rod into the increasingly eager young teen. Vaughn gave a deep moan as Santa's manhood filled his throat, his lips stretching to their limit to accommodate the sheer girth. Vaughn's erection grew painfully stiff as he suck down another thick wad of pre-cum from the old saint's cock.

This wasn't anything like sucking Jeremiah's paltry pecker behind the high school gym, Vaughn thought, as lust caved his higher mental functions. The smell, the size, and that huge fucking belly; it was even better than he dreamed. There was no reason to hold back, no reason to resist. Besides; he was saving Christmas. A very noble task indeed.

Vaughn rubbed Santa's length with both hands, his lips making a heavy shucking sound as he bobbed and slurped up and down the old saint's impressive length. Santa closed his eyes, his breath quickening as his special helper finally gave into his desires.

Always eager...they are always so terribly eager.

Santa gave a smug smile as the boy beneath his fat, wobbling belly hacked and gagged, desperate to envelope every last inch of his length, ignorant to the fate he was about to bring upon himself as punishment for his lust.

Vaughn's hands desperately pawed and stroked Santa's cock as his own spit dribbled down the shaft and lubricated it. With the occasional gag--and a few tears--Vaughn managed to loosen his throat enough to swallow the entire length with every thrust. He was a boy possessed, enveloping Santa's dick like a starving snake given a fat rat, desperate to milk his hero's balls dry like the good little helper bitch he was.

Santa groaned as he felt the pressure grow at the base of his cock, his year-long load ready to break the dam and fill his naughty little helper with a well-earned reward. Santa almost felt bad as he watched the boy slobber and drool over his tool, his neck bulging grotesquely with every thrust as he worshiped his cock like an idol, blissfully unware of his future.

Santa's regret quickly vanished as his balls pulled up tight, the pressure of over a gallons worth of cum driving out of his nuts as he grab the back of Vaughn's head and thrust the his turgid, veiny length down the teen's well used throat before blowing his load.

Vaughn's eyes went wide as he felt the cockhead flare outwards, knotting Santa's cockhead in his throat as the white-hot semen scorched his aching gullet. Liter after liter of spunk pumped into the beautiful young boy's belly, filling his gut with a torrent of thick, salty jizz. Vaughn's cries were muffled by the thick meat as he cradled his quickly bulging gut, the sheer volume of cum bloating his once flat stomach outward, the shirt buttons straining against his burgeoning, cum-pregnant belly.

Santa's cock puled free from the abused boy's throat with a sickly squelch, the residual discharge dribbling down Vaughn's face as he fell gasping onto all fours, his belly audibly sloshing as the old Saint's cum worked it's magic.

"HO HO HO!" bellowed Santa, his own belly jiggling from his hardy laugh. "What a great little cock sucker you are. I can hardly wait for the next part."

"N...Next part?" Vaughn wheezed, sitting up on his knees as he wiped the sweat and cum from his face. "You said I only needed to..."

Vaughn was cut off by a sharp pain in his gut, forcing him to double over as his belly sloshed and gurgled like a typhoon.

"Hnngggg...what...what's happening to me!"

Santa gave Vaughn a patronizing pat on the head. "Well, you see, boy. All the calories from the cookies and milk I consumed last Christmas had to go somewhere, or should I say, to someone."

Vaughn's taut belly started to go doughy in his hands, the once hard, cum inflated ball becoming soft and saggy in his hands as Santa continued.

"It used to go to this glorious belly of mine, but over the last couple of decades, let's just say the world has gotten to be a much larger place, and my cookie intake has gotten a little out of control."

Vaughn's overgrowing gut blew out the buttons on his shirt before spilling like a lava flow onto his ever expanding thighs. The young teen groaned as the seat of his pants dug hard into his bloating backside, his asscheeks inflating like lard filled balloons as his body metabolized thousands of calories a second.

"So, needless to say, Mrs. Clause isn't going to have anything to do with that. But she does let me recruit one lucky boy every year so that I can "Dispose" of all these needless calories. And you, my boy, are the lucky winner."

Vaughn stumbled to his increasingly fat feet, attempting to waddle away in panic as his body packed on dozens of pounds of raw, blubberous fat every few seconds.

If he could just had to get to a phone...to his parents...to someone...they could help...they could make this whole nightmare disappear.

Santa chuckled as he watched the voluminous teen waddle in desperation. They always try to run before the final act.

Vaughn's khakis cinched his now tree-trunk thighs like a tourniquet, causing his legs to buckle and bring him back down on all fours. Vaughn cried out as his pant seams finally let go, the immense folds and rolls of fat spilling from the torn fabric like soft serve on a warm summer's day. Inch after inch, pound after pound of seuty, calorie drenched flesh billowed off formerly svelte teen. After a good 30 seconds, Vaughn was gone, and in his place was a 300lb mound of flesh more akin to a pot-belly pig than a teenage boy.

"HO HO HO! Merry, Christmas, Vaughn! What a good helper you've been. Now for your reward!"

Santa approached the lard-stuffed eclair of a teen with lust in his eyes, eager to finalize the evening's events.

Vaughn, now nothing more than massive rolls of blubberous flesh on four limbs, attempted to crawl away as he heard Santa approach from behind; his paltry muscles, only accustomed to moving 100lbs of mass, failed to do anything but jiggle his monstrously wide ass and hips.

"Oh! So very inviting! I knew you'd be excited, you naughty little boy!"

Vaughn panted in desperation as he felt his massive asscheeks pulled apart, the fat man eagerly applying spit to the canyon walls of his asscrack before lubricating his virgin hole.

P...pwease, dwon't!" Vaughn cried, his blubbery cheeks and neck distorting his speech as their sheer weight pressed on his jaw and throat.

"Relax, dear boy. It will only hurt for a few moments. Then you'll be a part of me, and know only pleasure."

Vaughn howled in pain as the old saint's cock pried his pucker apart, his tensed muscles screaming for mercy as the bulbous cockhead nestled into its new home.

Tears streamed down Vaughn's face as he felt inch after inch of cock invade his tight, supple guts. All he ever wanted was to help his idol....to see himself play a vital part of Christmas. Now he was nothing more than blubber-laden cock sleeve for a fat old man's sexual desires; a freakish calorie cum dump to be fucked and filled at another man's whim.

"Do not cry, dear boy! This is an honor! A gift! Allow Santa to show you."

Santa rubbed his bare palms across Vaughn's whalish backside, the old man's ancient magic flowing through them both as the bonding process commenced.

Vaughn's pain vanished, a feeling of pleasure welling inside him as his anus stretched and molded to the base of Santa's thick shaft. The teen's rectum pulled tight like a vacuum seal around the jackhammering cock, clamping it like a vise as their nerve ending began to fuse together.

"Ohhhhh," Vaughn moaned in pleasure as he bucked and swayed with every pump of Santa's hips, the two in rhythm with one another as they fucked in front of the stocking-adorned fireplace.

"That's it, my boy. Lose yourself in the pleasure. Lose yourself to me."

Vaughn cries grew louder as Santa pumped him hard and fast. The feeling was spectacular. God, he had always wanted to be taken by a man; to be shown his proper place and rewarded for it. He felt like they were becoming one; wholly unaware how right he was.

Santa's rosy cheeks brightened as he watched the turgid pig-boy in front of him start to shrink and contract, Vaughn huffing and moaning as his legs and arms pulled up into his bloated, shrinking body. The old saint rubbed across the swollen and increasingly spherical teen's backside, eliciting a loud gasp of pleasure from Vaughn as the large, calloused mitts rubbed across the growing nerve endings of Santa's new cock.

"Oh...Oh God, Santa, don't stop, please, don't stop! I...I think I'm getting close!" Vaughn cried out, his lips pursing together as his face scrunched into a circumcised mushroom tip.

"Oh yes, I most certainly am getting close." Santa huffed, his hands vigorously jacking the former teens' body as it pulled under his fat belly and nestled to his pelvis.

Vaughn tried to cry out in pleasure, but his lips had since ceased to exist, having been turned into a mewling pisslit. He opened his eyes to looks around, but saw only the world grow large and dark round him as the last vestige of his eyes morphed into the smooth, sensitive skin of a cockhead. He felt a heavy pressure at what used to be his spine begin to drive up though his core; a thick, creamy sensation burbling up through his throat, stretching it wide as he reached orgasmic bliss.

Santa growled as he blew wad after wad of thick, white jizz all over the mantel place, the once beautiful face of his teenage helper spewing load after creamy load of pent up cum all over his former parents' home.

Vaughn's consciousness grew dark, his mind barely able to comprehend the nebulous void around him. He couldn't hear or see it, but Vaughn felt the light stroke of Santa all around him, the sensation soothing his once troubled and panicked mind into state of mindless bliss.

He was a good boy; and like a good boy, he helped save Christmas, just like his hero had asked of him. As Vaughn drifted into oblivion, he heard the voices of dozens of other boys, each of them crying out in the dark; lost, and seeking comfort from consciousness. He would worry about that later...now was the time to sleep.

Santa rubbed his thick new shaft before hiking up a fresh pair of trousers for the long night ahead. He gave a contented smile as he looked at the cum-covered family photo on the mantelpiece, grinning as he watched Vaughn's visage slowly fade and disappear from the image entirely. No one can miss a soul that no longer exists, he thought to himself. Besides, all the other boys would be keeping Vaughn good company into eternity.

With a wiggle of his nose, the magic swirls danced around the old saint to carry him to his sleigh and another jolly year of gift giving. Santa gave his massive, hairy belly a pat, eager to see just how many calories he could pack into Vaughn before he introduced him to his replacement next year.