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🕑 Added 2025-02-20 21:15:49 +0000 UTCThe Son of Krampus’ Revenge (Extreme Weight Gain / Monsterfication / Height Growth / Hairy / Mass-Vore / ‘Bad End’ )
Outside of Old German folklore, internet horror stories, and the occasional Adult-Animated Christmas special, not many people would be familiar with the presence of the punishing horned figure known as Krampus. Whilst Old Saint Nick was known for giving gifts to good children during the Yuletide feast, Krampus was the punishing figure who would use sticks to punish the naughty. For centuries, the two figures would keep to the work, forming a team if you will. Even spending a few post-christmas eves in one another’s company
Of course, with the commercialisation of Christmas and advent of children rights, the punishing figure of Krampus had to gradually be phased out. Maybe even rebranded some way. But if you were the great and powerful Father Christmas, you would fight against the monstrous figure in a battle between good and evil… Or just take the once friend and fuck buddy around back to the woodshed with a shotgun in hand
And so. For many years after, Santa’s busy schedule and work kept the idea of Krampus out of mind. Barely more than a passing thought in his head when he passed over Central Europe, dropping off the usual gifts and coal before moving on and about
Until the night his latest intern brought over his post-sleigh tea
”H-Why woul-UGHHH!” Santa Claus began to say, letting out a deep, guttural moan as he fell to the ground. The usually jolly man biting back from cursing, his body burning with an unknown heat. Every inch of his skin felt like needles pricking into him over and over again, limbs and bones cracking audibly as his body began to reshape. All whilst the man who gave him the transformative tea watched on
“I wouldn’t try talking so much Nick,” The intern said, casually leaning over as he watched the bloated holiday figure's body shift and change. "After all, unlike father, I doubt you're used to talking with fangs.
Santa hefted a gasp, both in realisation, and the sensation of another snapping change shaking his body. Glancing up to the intern, seeing the frowning face looking back down at him, Nick could recognise the once young face of Krampus' son. "W-Wendillllllll!" Santa began to say, the long abandoned name stretching on as Santa's jaw and mouth shifted with a series of painful sounding snaps and pops. His rounded face taking a more squarish lantern shape, teeth poking out past the swelling lips as newly grown fangs
The now recognised Krampus’ heir, Wendil, smirked with a twinkle in his eye. Watching on as the transformation unfolded before him, the enchanted potion doing its job as each second saw the room filling with the grunting anguished moans from the transforming Santa.. The festive suit that had been tailored for the plump and jolly figure had begun to stretch and tear, unable to contain the transforming man’s form with the fabric giving way to reveal a thick layer of snow white hair sprouting over the expanding body. The room filled with the sound of fabric ripping and animalistic moans, the buttons holding the tattered suit together giving way rapid fire as the immense former jolly Claus shifted his body, revealing the burgeoning monster beneath
Taking a step back as the groaning As the fur grew denser, so did the smell of fear and panic, mixing with the sweet scent of candy cane and gingerbread that usually filled the room. The once bright cheeks of Santa had darkened to a crimson red, his eyes narrowing to slits, the whites now a piercing yellow with slit pupils. The room felt smaller as his shoulders grew broader, the ceiling seemingly closer as his height grew with each agonizing stretch. The fur thickened into a pelt, covering him from neck to toe, and his once cherished belly ballooned outwards, stretching the fabric until it gave way to reveal a bulging stomach that looked more suited to digesting a village than cookies and milk.
Wendil smirked, craning his head back to look up at the giant Father Christmas. Or rather, the yeti beast that had replaced the once 'jolly' man. The tusked beast let out a heavy breath as it stood up, dense white fur covering the padded and bloated body, filling out the room more with the beastly behemoth.
"Hope you're ready to eat," Wendil said, walking close to the boulder sized gut the Yeti-Santa now possessed, giving it a pat as the orb barely gave under his touch. "Cause I'm sure you can more than eat the entire North Pole Village before the nights end."
The Not so Silent (And Gassy) Hills (Silent Hill / Extreme Weight Gain / Stuffing / Heavy Gas / Sweat / Ass expansion)
In the sleepy town of Silent Hill, the early morning sun broke through the constant light fog that blanketed the surroundings. The liminal-like area was the perfect definition of the uncanny valley, particularly with the seeming absence of any residents or people going about, even with the excuse of early hours not holding up. The only signs of recent life being the large 18-wheeler truck parked beside the Motel Haerbey Inn, its sun faded markings contrasting the worn and neglected structures around.
Though, it wasn’t long before the eerie silence was broken up.
URRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP
A deep belch rumbled out like a foghorn, emanating from the only occupied room of the motel, where the lone guest known as Travis Grady rested atop the worn bed. The trucker groaned deeply as he woke up, shaking off the dredges of sleep and what was hands down the best dream he had in years. The middle aged man figured it had been a lucid dream, recalling how his dream self had been younger and riding free on a motorbike before stopping at some 50’s era diner. There the bulk of his dream remained, seeing dream Travis gorge and grow as he stuffed himself more and more. The leather clothing he was clad in stretching and tearing apart as it failed to contain the undulating mass that kept accumulating atop of Travis’ dream form
God, even thinking of it left the half asleep Travis excited, reaching a hand down to grope and squeeze his hard morning wood
… only, his hands couldn’t reach it. Instead his heavy arms wound up reaching against something warm and soft, a sloshing sound. Letting out a groan as he blinked his eyes open, finally letting the hazy light from outside wake his half asleep mind, Travis blinked as he saw what his hands were touching.
Himself.
Groaning deeply, Travis worked to try and sit up. The movement causing the bed under him to creak and groan loudly with the fat mounds that made up Travis' body to wildly jiggle about. Working up a sweat as droplets formed and began to spread down the wobbling mountain of fat. After what felt like a full body workout, Travis finally got himself into a sitting position, his rolls of back fat and massive ass spreading out behind him as he took in what had happened to himself
In the midst of the night, the slightly chubby trucker had more than tripled in weight. His fat body dominating over the queen sized bed he fell asleep on. The sleepwear Travis had put on was nothing more than mere scraps, clinging onto the hairy fat rolls that made up his undulating belly and pillow sized moobs. Lifting one of his hands up, Travis took in how it had also fattened up along the rest of his body, almost looking like a baseball mitt in size with his fingers swollen to sausage thicknesses. Letting his hand fall down onto his fat, Travis watched the waves that went through his jiggling body, the undulating ocean of blubber captivating the trucker before the gurgling of his gut drew his attention. The low rumble the only warning the immense sized trucker got before a low, booming fart rumbled out of his ass. The force shaking the bloated ass cheeks as the dense earthy stench filled the room.
"Jesus, that was rank," Travis groaned, his voice coming out deeper with the layers of fat surrounding his body. Feeling out and taking in the swollen body he now possessed. Shaking in the soft blubber, Travis took in what he became, only to pause as he heard a knock on the now tiny door
"Good morning Mr. Grady. There's a morning all you can eat buffet if you're interested." The voice called behind the door. Though Travis couldn't place where he heard it before.
"… screw it, not gonna fit in my truck anyway." Travis said to himself, patting his sweaty belly before he worked to stand up his body. The now former trucker eager to try and squeeze his body out and see how much he can eat.
