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It's been a long time since I've written AND finished something. It's a tad late for the holiday, but whaddayagonnado. Here it is, I guess
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It had been a busy day for Clayton. The late morning and afternoon had presented him with a nearly endless line of excited children, each clamoring for their turn to speak to the definitely real, one hundred percent genuine Santa Claus. It had been a tradition of the moose's for a few years now to play the esteemed role of the mall Santa. His generous figure was a perfect match for the role, as was his desire to spread whatever happiness he could. Regardless, his holiday spirit could only go so far, and now that the mall was closing for the night, the oversized moose sat exhausted in his ornate chair, trying to muster the energy to go home. Again and again, he told himself to get up, only to have his wide rear remain firmly planted in the seat. While he continued trying to pry himself from his perch, he failed to notice that one last visitor had slipped his way into the closed off queue.
He was a goat, and by many's standards, far outside of the attraction’s intended age range. However, he wasn't there for the fake, snow, giant candy canes and so-called 'Christmas Magic', but something else entirely. In his hooves, he held a paper bag and a large cup, both from one of the sweet shops elsewhere in the mall. It was these goodies that finally drew the moose's attention. He detected the intoxicating scent of fresh baked cookies and zeroed in on the new arrival. Clayton's first instinct was to sit up and warn him:
"Ah, sorry guy, but I'm off the clock, here. We’re closed..."
The goat stopped right in front of the moose, gazing up at him. The size disparity was very noticeable between them, but not overwhelming.
"Ah, I know. I just wanted to bring you a little gift. I work at one of the sweet shops down the way...it's really nice of you...how you do this every year."
He reached out and placed the bag and the cup on either arm of 'Santa's' chair. As soon as the goods were relinquished the oversized moose in said chair felt his tremendous middle give off a low rumble. His face softened. The offering was nowhere near a full meal for someone of his size, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Ooooh, for me? Thank you so much!” the moose replied. He tucked into his offering immediately after, popping one of the large cookies into his mouth, and then immediately taking a sip from the mystery cup. To his delight, it was a milkshake.
As he ate, though, he noticed that the goat hung around, watching him. Those strange, horizontal pupils trained on his belly. Normally, Clay would think nothing of this. His oversized, doughy gut was one of his most prominent features, after all. People tended to stare from time to time. Here, though, he couldn't help but feel like the goat had come for something…
Just to be cheeky, the moose planted his free hoof into the side of his plush boulder of a belly, and pressed in. Even through the thick fabric of the Santa coat, it was abundantly clear that the moose's middle had a lot of give. It was also abundantly clear how much the caprine was aroused by the kneading, watching the moose press into the soft flesh again and again while gobbling up his offering. Finally, Clayton looked directly at the weak-kneed goat and asked.
"Did you want something else?"
"Well, no offense, but you're probably the fattest Santa I've seen about in some time…"
"None taken!" the moose chimed in. He patted his soft mound of a middle proudly, before shoving another cookie into his mouth.
"I was wondering…" continued the goat "...if I could have a go at your…your gut."
Waiting for the moose's answer, he stared directly down at his hooves. The blushing caprine had fantasized about playing with Santa's belly for years. He had never gotten this close before, and, while deep down, he hoped to be granted permission, he half expected the moose to be weirded out. If worst came to worst, he could always just call in sick until the holiday season was over. Luckily for him, however, the situation seemed to go the direct opposite way. When the goat finally hazarded a glance back at the cervine Santa Claus, he had undone the thick black belt and heavy coat of the costume and set them aside. His blubbery torso: belly, chest, love handles...everything was completely exposed.
With nothing more than a coy "Knock yourself out.", the moose granted him access, and went straight back to his snacking
The goat stepped up cautiously, still in shock and disbelief. Those emotions didn't matter to him, now, though. He had a vast expanse of pudge sitting before him to explore. It was wider than him, and probably weighed about as much as him, too, if not more. Its scope was only outclassed by how inviting it was. Spilling over and piling up in the cervine's lap, quivering slightly with every subtle movement he made, constantly radiating heat from its plush, furry surface. The goat pressed his hooves in at the bottom of the giant, doughy mass. They easily sunk in, disappearing up to the wrist. When he pulled his arms back, the moose's belly lurched forward again, reclaiming its territory. He repeated the process, pressing and releasing in different spots. Pressing his hooves as far as they would go into the ample moose blubber. He got between Clayton's thighs and attempted to lift the mass of fat but was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it, nearly falling back on his rear. The moose stifled a laugh, but was cut off abruptly, when his admirer launched himself up and onto the moose's belly once more. Arms outstretched and face firmly planted in the furry pudge, he proceeded to hug the moose's gut tightly, rubbing his face against its surface. He was clearly muttering something, but Clay's protruding paunch was far too proficient of a muffler for him to make it out.
After a surprisingly long period filled with enthusiastic belly snuggling, the corpulent cervine had long since finished his snack, and disposed of the containers it has arrived in. The small offering was nowhere near enough to make a dent in his tremendous figure, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. His stomach gurgled softly, adding just a little bit of audio to the goat's experience. The moose was satisfied, for now. He turned his attention to the caprine.
"You seem to be having fun." he said. The understatement was punctuated by a yawn. With it, Clayton's torso heaved outward for a few seconds, before receding. The goat finally pried himself from his position to look the moose in the crumb-covered face again.
"Yep, definitely! Sorry if I'm keeping you. I've just never gotten to do this before…"
He flattened his ears nervously, before reburying his face in the moose's tum.
"You've got such a comfy gut…" he muttered through the blubber.
"It’s definitely a fan favorite!" Clayton replied
"I could lay here all night if you'd let me…" he shifted himself slightly upward, the goat burying his snout in between the moose's ample moobs.
Clayton ginned, but only on the outside. As much as he wanted the goat to have a good time, he couldn't feasibly sit here all night. He had to go home and get some rest. His butt was kind of sore from sitting in the chair all day and most of all, despite the snack, there was a nagging emptiness in his stomach that needed to be attended to, soon. Such a magnificent paunch couldn't be sustained on random donations alone, after all. While the goat squeezed and jostled his sizeable moobs, he tried to think of a way to politely excuse himself and go home. With a rumbling of his dinner-deprived stomach though, an idea dawned upon him…
"I think I may actually have a proposition for you…"
~~~
The sun had long since set, by the time Clayton finally left the mall. After barging through one of the few unlocked exterior doors, he was let out into the nearly empty parking lot. From there, he began the slow, belabored waddle to his car.
The massive moose had barely bothered to make himself presentable after his admirer's little 'session'. The thick black belt and cap had been strategically hung from either antler. The big fluffy coat was worn over his shoulders and arms, but nowhere near closed, allowing his belly to hang out freely from out of the opening. Most jarring however, was just how much larger he had gotten. His gut had grown significantly, with the odd lump here and there. With every step it jostled and swayed heavily. Every shift of its contents resulted in some audible groaning from his stomach itself. Clayton couldn't have closed his Santa coat even if he'd tried. Not without risking its structural integrity. Halfway to his vehicle, the cervine steeled himself while leaning against a lamppost. There was another shift from inside, and before he could do anything about it, he-
"buUUUAAAaoooOORPH!"
Rather than basking in it, however, he was quick to reswallow the lost air and regain the lost girth. Clayton sighed and trudged onwards, now turning his attention to his curiously large and oddly shaped gut.
"Are you still okay in there?"
The response came after a few seconds of delay. "Ah, yeah! You're even cozier on the inside than on the outside, you know? I bet you're absolutely massive out there, though…"
He was. Clayton was round before, but now his girth had been taken to ridiculous levels. He had no idea how was going to be able to fit into his car, let alone drive, but that was a problem for later.
"Yep, I'm...pretty huge! I wanna know how big I'm gonna wake up tomorrow, though. How much weight are you g-buuhuuUOOORP- gonna put on me?"
The goat went silent, stirring inside Clayton's gargantuan gut for a minute or so. In that time, the moose finally reached his car and leaned up against it, his weight forcing the vehicle to shift on its axles. He grew slightly concerned and was just about to check on his occupant before the goat spoke up again.
"Hey, um Clay. Would you mind if I came around tomorrow evening after my shift again?" He had the same apprehensive but eager tone that he'd had when the two first met.
"That depends." Clayton replied, gently kneading on his belly from the outside "Will you bring me more cookies and milk...shakes?”
"I will bag up all the leftover cookies we have at the end of the day, and personally make you any milkshakes of your choosing, big guy, as long as you'll let me play with your fat fucking gut while you scarf 'em down."
Clayton flattened his ears and his cheeks flushed just slightly pink. He chuckled and let out yet another belch from the rumbling depths of his gut.
"Well then, me...and my fat gut will be looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."
And with that, the moose, with the goat tucked safely in his gut, opened his car, and started squeezing himself in to head home for the night.
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It had been a busy day for Clayton. The late morning and afternoon had presented him with a nearly endless line of excited children, each clamoring for their turn to speak to the definitely real, one hundred percent genuine Santa Claus. It had been a tradition of the moose's for a few years now to play the esteemed role of the mall Santa. His generous figure was a perfect match for the role, as was his desire to spread whatever happiness he could. Regardless, his holiday spirit could only go so far, and now that the mall was closing for the night, the oversized moose sat exhausted in his ornate chair, trying to muster the energy to go home. Again and again, he told himself to get up, only to have his wide rear remain firmly planted in the seat. While he continued trying to pry himself from his perch, he failed to notice that one last visitor had slipped his way into the closed off queue.
He was a goat, and by many's standards, far outside of the attraction’s intended age range. However, he wasn't there for the fake, snow, giant candy canes and so-called 'Christmas Magic', but something else entirely. In his hooves, he held a paper bag and a large cup, both from one of the sweet shops elsewhere in the mall. It was these goodies that finally drew the moose's attention. He detected the intoxicating scent of fresh baked cookies and zeroed in on the new arrival. Clayton's first instinct was to sit up and warn him:
"Ah, sorry guy, but I'm off the clock, here. We’re closed..."
The goat stopped right in front of the moose, gazing up at him. The size disparity was very noticeable between them, but not overwhelming.
"Ah, I know. I just wanted to bring you a little gift. I work at one of the sweet shops down the way...it's really nice of you...how you do this every year."
He reached out and placed the bag and the cup on either arm of 'Santa's' chair. As soon as the goods were relinquished the oversized moose in said chair felt his tremendous middle give off a low rumble. His face softened. The offering was nowhere near a full meal for someone of his size, but he appreciated the gesture.
"Ooooh, for me? Thank you so much!” the moose replied. He tucked into his offering immediately after, popping one of the large cookies into his mouth, and then immediately taking a sip from the mystery cup. To his delight, it was a milkshake.
As he ate, though, he noticed that the goat hung around, watching him. Those strange, horizontal pupils trained on his belly. Normally, Clay would think nothing of this. His oversized, doughy gut was one of his most prominent features, after all. People tended to stare from time to time. Here, though, he couldn't help but feel like the goat had come for something…
Just to be cheeky, the moose planted his free hoof into the side of his plush boulder of a belly, and pressed in. Even through the thick fabric of the Santa coat, it was abundantly clear that the moose's middle had a lot of give. It was also abundantly clear how much the caprine was aroused by the kneading, watching the moose press into the soft flesh again and again while gobbling up his offering. Finally, Clayton looked directly at the weak-kneed goat and asked.
"Did you want something else?"
"Well, no offense, but you're probably the fattest Santa I've seen about in some time…"
"None taken!" the moose chimed in. He patted his soft mound of a middle proudly, before shoving another cookie into his mouth.
"I was wondering…" continued the goat "...if I could have a go at your…your gut."
Waiting for the moose's answer, he stared directly down at his hooves. The blushing caprine had fantasized about playing with Santa's belly for years. He had never gotten this close before, and, while deep down, he hoped to be granted permission, he half expected the moose to be weirded out. If worst came to worst, he could always just call in sick until the holiday season was over. Luckily for him, however, the situation seemed to go the direct opposite way. When the goat finally hazarded a glance back at the cervine Santa Claus, he had undone the thick black belt and heavy coat of the costume and set them aside. His blubbery torso: belly, chest, love handles...everything was completely exposed.
With nothing more than a coy "Knock yourself out.", the moose granted him access, and went straight back to his snacking
The goat stepped up cautiously, still in shock and disbelief. Those emotions didn't matter to him, now, though. He had a vast expanse of pudge sitting before him to explore. It was wider than him, and probably weighed about as much as him, too, if not more. Its scope was only outclassed by how inviting it was. Spilling over and piling up in the cervine's lap, quivering slightly with every subtle movement he made, constantly radiating heat from its plush, furry surface. The goat pressed his hooves in at the bottom of the giant, doughy mass. They easily sunk in, disappearing up to the wrist. When he pulled his arms back, the moose's belly lurched forward again, reclaiming its territory. He repeated the process, pressing and releasing in different spots. Pressing his hooves as far as they would go into the ample moose blubber. He got between Clayton's thighs and attempted to lift the mass of fat but was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it, nearly falling back on his rear. The moose stifled a laugh, but was cut off abruptly, when his admirer launched himself up and onto the moose's belly once more. Arms outstretched and face firmly planted in the furry pudge, he proceeded to hug the moose's gut tightly, rubbing his face against its surface. He was clearly muttering something, but Clay's protruding paunch was far too proficient of a muffler for him to make it out.
After a surprisingly long period filled with enthusiastic belly snuggling, the corpulent cervine had long since finished his snack, and disposed of the containers it has arrived in. The small offering was nowhere near enough to make a dent in his tremendous figure, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. His stomach gurgled softly, adding just a little bit of audio to the goat's experience. The moose was satisfied, for now. He turned his attention to the caprine.
"You seem to be having fun." he said. The understatement was punctuated by a yawn. With it, Clayton's torso heaved outward for a few seconds, before receding. The goat finally pried himself from his position to look the moose in the crumb-covered face again.
"Yep, definitely! Sorry if I'm keeping you. I've just never gotten to do this before…"
He flattened his ears nervously, before reburying his face in the moose's tum.
"You've got such a comfy gut…" he muttered through the blubber.
"It’s definitely a fan favorite!" Clayton replied
"I could lay here all night if you'd let me…" he shifted himself slightly upward, the goat burying his snout in between the moose's ample moobs.
Clayton ginned, but only on the outside. As much as he wanted the goat to have a good time, he couldn't feasibly sit here all night. He had to go home and get some rest. His butt was kind of sore from sitting in the chair all day and most of all, despite the snack, there was a nagging emptiness in his stomach that needed to be attended to, soon. Such a magnificent paunch couldn't be sustained on random donations alone, after all. While the goat squeezed and jostled his sizeable moobs, he tried to think of a way to politely excuse himself and go home. With a rumbling of his dinner-deprived stomach though, an idea dawned upon him…
"I think I may actually have a proposition for you…"
~~~
The sun had long since set, by the time Clayton finally left the mall. After barging through one of the few unlocked exterior doors, he was let out into the nearly empty parking lot. From there, he began the slow, belabored waddle to his car.
The massive moose had barely bothered to make himself presentable after his admirer's little 'session'. The thick black belt and cap had been strategically hung from either antler. The big fluffy coat was worn over his shoulders and arms, but nowhere near closed, allowing his belly to hang out freely from out of the opening. Most jarring however, was just how much larger he had gotten. His gut had grown significantly, with the odd lump here and there. With every step it jostled and swayed heavily. Every shift of its contents resulted in some audible groaning from his stomach itself. Clayton couldn't have closed his Santa coat even if he'd tried. Not without risking its structural integrity. Halfway to his vehicle, the cervine steeled himself while leaning against a lamppost. There was another shift from inside, and before he could do anything about it, he-
"buUUUAAAaoooOORPH!"
Rather than basking in it, however, he was quick to reswallow the lost air and regain the lost girth. Clayton sighed and trudged onwards, now turning his attention to his curiously large and oddly shaped gut.
"Are you still okay in there?"
The response came after a few seconds of delay. "Ah, yeah! You're even cozier on the inside than on the outside, you know? I bet you're absolutely massive out there, though…"
He was. Clayton was round before, but now his girth had been taken to ridiculous levels. He had no idea how was going to be able to fit into his car, let alone drive, but that was a problem for later.
"Yep, I'm...pretty huge! I wanna know how big I'm gonna wake up tomorrow, though. How much weight are you g-buuhuuUOOORP- gonna put on me?"
The goat went silent, stirring inside Clayton's gargantuan gut for a minute or so. In that time, the moose finally reached his car and leaned up against it, his weight forcing the vehicle to shift on its axles. He grew slightly concerned and was just about to check on his occupant before the goat spoke up again.
"Hey, um Clay. Would you mind if I came around tomorrow evening after my shift again?" He had the same apprehensive but eager tone that he'd had when the two first met.
"That depends." Clayton replied, gently kneading on his belly from the outside "Will you bring me more cookies and milk...shakes?”
"I will bag up all the leftover cookies we have at the end of the day, and personally make you any milkshakes of your choosing, big guy, as long as you'll let me play with your fat fucking gut while you scarf 'em down."
Clayton flattened his ears and his cheeks flushed just slightly pink. He chuckled and let out yet another belch from the rumbling depths of his gut.
"Well then, me...and my fat gut will be looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."
And with that, the moose, with the goat tucked safely in his gut, opened his car, and started squeezing himself in to head home for the night.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Cervine (Other)
Gender Male
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Lovely character story, ah bet theres more than a 100 of us dying ta do dat same fantasy whiff Santa's big belly.. Lovely work bud. Is da story gonna continue where it left off?
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