Magnus’ first Christmas - Part 1

Bob is cheerfully whistling holiday tunes as he decorates the Christmas tree. His giant belly grazes against the branches; fortunately, the tree is artificial, offering him a gentle massage, playfully twirling his body hair and softly brushing his skin. Oscar walks by, chuckling. "Hmm?" Bob wonders what's so amusing, unaware of just how humorous the scene appears.

The muscular bear grinned and chimed in, “Looks like you’ll need my help with the top and bottom, huh? You’re so big, you can only reach the middle! Hahaha!” Oscar wrapped his massive arms around his lover. Beneath the soft layer of fat he’d gained, his arms remained solid, making them as comforting as a pillow. He kissed Bob’s thick neck, sliding his nose in the fat roll.

Magnus stepped into the room, curiosity piqued by the scene before him. It had been a few months since the mage arrived in Bear Valley and constructed this house for his new gainer friends. Since then, it had been a paradise for everyone involved. They continued indulging, fattening themselves like pigs, growing so large they became immobile. When that happened, they relied on Magnus' magic to shrink back to a more manageable size—just so they could start the cycle all over again. You’d think they’d be tired of it by now, but they simply couldn’t get enough. Don’t worry, you’ll have the chance to visit this extraordinary house yourself soon.

Magnus wondered what this tree was all about. A fake pine with shiny balls and lights all over it? What could it possibly mean? The bear couple turned around and noticed the puzzled expression on the old mage’s face. Too often they forget that he’s from another world, another time.

O: “Oh gosh! It will be your first Christmas!! How exciting!”
M: "Is that what this tree-decorating tradition is called?"

O:  “Oh, it’s so much more than this tree! It’s the gifts, Santa, the songs, the celebration!”

B: “And the food!! Oh yeah, the food!”

Bob rubbed his massive belly in slow circles, drooling at the thought. His stomach let out a loud gurgle, as if it too was eager for all the Christmas feasts to come. 

Suddenly Bob and Oscar locked eyes and a broad grin spread across their faces. It was clear they knew exactly what needed to be done.

O: “You know how much we appreciated that you made this house for us: let us thank you again. Tomorrow, we’ll prepare a feast for you. You’ll get to taste what the magic of the holidays is all about.”
M: “Oooo! That does sound exciting! You know how much food I can pack in my mana tank!”

He winked, his large white beard, big belt, and cheerful expression radiating pure Santa energy. This sparked a second idea in the minds of the big bears.

B: "Exactly! But tomorrow, we're doing something different. No transforming food into mana, no magic spells. You need to experience the genuine satisfaction of a post-Christmas belly. We'll feed you like a true glutton, stuffing you just like a turkey. You in?"

M: “You know it big guy!”

Bob's eyes gleamed with excitement as he hurried to the kitchen to begin preparing for the next day. 

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The following day, Magnus woke up in his bed to find the two towering men standing over him.

B: "He's finally awake!"
O: "Let's get him into his costume for the special occasion!"
M: “...costume? What…”

Oscar's large hands lifted him out of bed, while Bob dressed him as though he were a doll. They crafted a Santa-themed outfit for him, complete with a hat and red velvet. With his large, hairy belly exposed and his skirt barely covering his dangling cock, he looked as sexy as a Santa could be.

B: "Today, you’re Santa Claus, the Christmas mascot, let’s say. You already delivered us our gift, but it’s a tradition to thank him with some food. You’ll get more than cookies and milk, I assure you. Oh boy. I hope you’re hungry."

The old mage was barely awake, but his eyes widened as soon as he saw the enormous spread of food on the kitchen table that Bob and Oscar had prepared for him. The table was longer and larger than any he had encountered during his adventures in the castles he had visited. So much food, he wondered if he’ll able to eat everything without exploding. Before he could even finish his thought, Bob bringed him a tray full of starters, while Oscar ran his hand around Magnus´furry gut

B: “Let the feast begins!”

M: Gulp!

To be continued…