Magnus’ first Christmas - Part 2

Story by ls6y06cl6a0n, drawing by Your_Caretaker

Magnus hadn’t even had a chance to sit down before Bob had already made him devour three plates of appetizers. Fortunately, he had woken up hungry after last night’s binge drinking. His beer belly was empty and ready to be refilled. He wasn’t sure how he would manage to consume all the holiday food Bob made for him. Normally, it wouldn’t have been an issue, but today’s rules were strict: no using magic on himself. He would have to rely solely on the Gainer House’s unique ability to help people grow and eat to their heart’s content.

He sat down as Bob brought out the first dish, while Oscar stood behind him, stretching his arms forward as if they were Magnus’ own.

O: "Close your eyes and open your mouth, big guy. Focus on the flavors."

First, there was shepherd’s pie, although it would be best referred to as a shepherd’s mountain, considering the amount Bob made. Magnus expected a spoon to enter his mouth. Instead, a corner of a ceramic plate was placed on the bottom of his mouth. Oscar took off his leather gloves and used his large paws to force the perfectly warm meal into Magnus’ maw by the handful, filling it to the brim.

O: "Just swallow. Let me stuff you like a turkey."

The feedee's eyes widened like saucers, and his breathing was panicked—until he started to swallow. As the rich flavor of the shepherd's pie slid his tongue, he relaxed and allowed himself to be cared for completely. He only had to open his throat and let the pounds and pounds of delicious dish slowly stretch his stomach. Handful after handful, Oscar gave no rest to the dazed elder, not giving him the time to realize that the 15 pound mountain was now inside him. The plate was removed from his mouth.

M: "Ooof, I’ve never been fed so quickly! I feel so stretched out already, give me a few seconds to—MMMMHH!"

Oscar was already stuffing the next course into him—a generous heap of boneless turkey, crafted from the meat of at least a dozen birds. He chewed what seemed like an infinite amount of meat, enough to make a twink explode.

Magnus’ belly was becoming as large as Bob’s, though his size wasn’t due to fat but rather from being stretched by the sheer volume of food he was forced to consume rapidly.

O: "You must be thirsty, big guy. It’s eggnog time."

A tube was inserted into his mouth. He turned his head to see Oscar begin operating a pump, forcing the liquid into him. A panicked groan escaped him as he saw the size of the container: a 10-gallon barrel of rich mixture. "They’re going to pop me like a balloon!" he thought. He could feel his body convulsing, expanding by a few inches each time the pump handle reached its limit—but it kept going, relentlessly. 

When Oscar removed the tube from his mouth, Magnus realized just how overinflated he had become.

Oscar exclaimed, "Holy shit, man! You need to relax! You’re so tense, you look ready to burst! Let your body expand and fatten up. Look at all the food left! You need to get a lot bigger to handle it all! Bob! I need your hands here."

Both bears gently rubbed his belly for several minutes. Magnus’ skin began to loosen, and the Gainer House magic began to work its effect. Some of the food converted into fat, while the meat caused his muscles to swell slightly. His frame grew larger, more imposing. But most significantly, his desire for gaining took over his mind. He surrendered to the sensation, amplifying his hunger to the extreme. Everything he had consumed so far was so delicious, he craved it all.

Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, roast beef, tourtière, green bean casserole, beef Wellington—the feast seemed endless. The two bears spent the entire day feeding him. Magnus no longer felt any discomfort. The sensation of fullness was no longer painful; it felt satisfying. He craved more—more than anything.

M: "MORE. FASTER. I WANT IT ALL."

He continued to expand as the food fattened him at an astonishing rate. 

After consuming over 200 pounds of dessert, the table was finally empty. 

Magnus was panting, drained from a full day of eating. His breathes grew longer, slower, and deeper until he finally drifted off to sleep, immobilized by his own body. Oscar and Bob exchanged a satisfied wink; their job as feeders was a success. Feeding someone else together made them horny, so they spent the rest of the night stuffing each other and cuddling.

**

When Magnus opened his eyes the next morning, he couldn’t believe how fat he became. He was sitting on the ground on his enormous ass, his hands and feet in the air, unable to budge an inch. He would definitely remember this feast for the rest of his life. Everything had been so delicious! He must have leaked a liter of cum during that meal, it felt so good to be a pig. He kinda wishes that he could do it again…

And right on cue, Bob entered the room. 

B: "Good morning! How was your gift?"
M: "I’ve never tasted such good cuisine. The best feast of my life."
B: "Awesome! I hope you’re ready for round two?"

And just like that, the table magically refilled, offering the exact same feast as the day before. Of all the wonders of the Gainer House, the ability to make any food appear at will was the ultimate dream for any gainer. Rest assured, it was still Bob’s cooking—just a perfect duplicate of yesterday’s feast. Magnus felt a stirring in the pit of his now enormous stomach: a blend of worry, wondering if he could lose himself to the indulgence once again, but also a surge of excitement, eager to grow even larger than before.

**

This went on from Christmas to new year’s eve. Every single day, the table was filled up again. 

After 3 days, he had reached the size he was just before he created the gainer house, when he needed to expel mana to avoid bursting. He could no longer speak. He had become nothing but a hungry stomach, opening his mouth to be filled even further.

 After 5 days, he had doubled in size. It took the combined effort of all their friends just to reach his mouth and keep feeding him the massive feast.

At the New year’s eve countdown, it was finally over. Magnus had been fed for 7 days straight.
The entire gainer gang was ready to open the champagne. Magnus was afraid that he would be the one to pop.

5…4…3…2…1…

BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

A satisfied belched exited Magnus 5 stories-tall body. He was now filling most of the kitchen, wall to wall. He never thought he could reach this kind of size without using his own magic, by eating an obscene amount of food.

He knew that his Gainer House could do those kinds of things, but he never imagined it would feel so heavenly.

The whole gainer gang cheered, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" thrilled about all the gaining fun they'll have in the coming year.

The End