Inflatabull: christmas story
As you all know, I've had some odd jobs. Inflatable advertisement, blimp, pool toy, plush toy, but those are other stories.
This is an old one, when I was pulled out of a crowd at the mall to be Santa.
I was doing last minute Christmas shopping, like I do every year, when I passed through the middle of the mall. I saw a line larger than any store, and it was leading to "Santa's Workshop."
I smiled to myself as I passed, remembering when I was just a calf. I would sit on Santa's lap and ask for whatever toy I wanted. Chuckling, I walked on till I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Turning, I saw that is was a small fox dressed in an elf costume, "Hey, I know you're busy, but we could use some help over here."
"Sorry, bud. I don't work here." I turned and kept walking until the fox ran infront of me with his hands out to stop me.
"Please? We need a Santa, the other guy got drunk in the back. We need one that doesn't smell like booze. You gotta help us, ....uh"
"Name's, Jack. But I can't help you, I'm really busy." I brushed past the fox, but he shouted to me.
"We'll pay you! Come on, Jack, at least think of the kids."
I stopped and sighed. Muttering under my breath, "I can't believe I'm doing this." I turned to face the little elf. "I'll do it, McGee."
"Thank you so much, you're a big hel-" he raised an eyebrow, "...McGee?"
"yeah, cause you're a leprechaun." I gestured to his costume.
"I'm not a lepre-, oh nevermind, just follow me."
I followed that swishing orange tail into the back rooms of the mall. I was led to a locker and the fox threw the uniform at me. "Put it on quickly."
I sat on the bench between the lockers and looked over the suit while the fox kneeled down infront of me and started to untie my shoes. "So I see a jacket, hat, pants, gloves, and boots. Where's the fat suit?"
Before the fox could respond, the reply came from the door. "What fat suit?"
I looked to the door and saw a husky dressed in a reindeer suit, complete with red harness covered in gold bells. "so then what do you guys use for padding?" I asked as I peeled off my sweatshirt and t-shirt at the same time. "Do you use a balloon, or a pillow?"
The husky/deer walked over to me and put the hat on my head. "Steven here," he waved at the fox, "Thinks it's better to be authentic."
"How authentic is a husky dressed as a moose?" I snickered to myself.
In a sarcastic tone, the husky said the fox, "Holy shit, Steven, I think we've found the Santa of the year!"
"Hey, bud. I was kidding." I punched his arm as lightly as I could, but he was still rubbing it afterwords.
"You try getting petted for days on end, by little kids with sticky fingers and runny noses. It's not a pretty holiday." he lifted up the coat so I could put my arms in the sleeves.
I stood up and put on the pants. Both the jacket, and the pants were huge on me. I felt like a little kid again trying on his dad's clothes. "Still, you guys haven't told me, what's the padding?" I pulled on the boots, and slipped my paws into the gloves.
The elf and deer Looked at eachother, and then at before stating, "You are."
The husky pushed me back onto the bench, while the fox crawled under and put my wrists in handcuffs probably taken from one of the mall cops.
Next thing I know, the husky pops a funnel into my mouth while the fox straps it around my head so I can't spit it out.
Steven the fox elf looked up at the husky and made a short nod. The husky left and Steven looked down at me, "See, kids can always tell when the Santa is wearing padding, so, we just want them to have a good Christmas. You understand?"
I tried to talk through the funnel, but the husky came back and was holding a jug of some kind when he poured it into the funnel.
It was thick, rich, creamy eggnog, and alot of it. My stomach immediately started to bloat and fill up the pants. I struggled with the handcuffs, and tried to keep the eggnog from going down the funnel, but none of it worked. The nog just kept flowing. The husky then grabbed a second jug, and then a third, and then a four. All of them poured down my muzzle, distending my abs still I had a bloated roid gut.
"I really am starting to hate this time of year." the fox sighed as he looked at me and placed a paw on my belly. "Too much stress."
The husky continued with his pouring, but said, "What you need, is a good ass pounding to relieve that stress of yours."
I looked at both of them, my belly steadily inflating with eggnog. The pressure on my belly caused my dick to stand up at full mast, but it was also a bit from the excitement of watching my belly grow so huge that I could see it over the funnel. I wasn't even paying attention to their conversation until the husky patted my now beachball sized balloon of a belly, "I'm sure Chris Kringle here, wouldn't mind. I mean, look, the guy's already greeting you!" he lightly stroked my cock through the pants, "Aren't you, fatty?"
I moaned as best I could, while the fox sized me up. "I don't know."
"Come on, it's not like he's not enjoying it." he unzipped the pants and my rock hard cock sprang out.
"Well," the fox looked at me, "if you don't mind."
I nodded my head as best I could. I would've done anything to get my rocks off.
Steven kicked off his shoes, and pulled down his tights and then his underwear. Next thing I know he's laying down on my giant belly, hugging and nuzzling it. He slid down my belly till I could feel the head of my cock at his tailhole.
The husky finished pouring the gallon while the fox forced himself down on my cock. I let out a low moo while the husky grabbed another jug, I'm not even sure the number, all I know is that I felt like I was going to pop.
Before I could even enjoy the Steven's tight ass, the husky was pouring another jug into the funnel, and my inflation continued.
Steven hugged my expanding gut while he bounced up and down on my cock screaming the whole time, "I've been a naughty elf, santa!"
Meanwhile, my stomach was filling up, I was watching it steadily grow and take up my view. I couldn't see the little fox slamming himself down on my cock anymore, now all I could see was the top of his hat, bouncing up and down.
More and more eggnog was forced down my throat, the pressure was amazing. I felt the suit getting tighter and tigher around my bulging form. I shut my eyes, the filling pushing my stomach outward; I knew I was going to pop. But what a way to go, being force fed till I'm absolutely massive, and a fox fucking himself with my cock while he hugs and rubs my gigantic gut.
Suddenly the fox forces himself to the base of my cock and it sent me over the edge. I mooed as I unloaded my cum into his ass. Steven slumped over my belly, panting softly. The husky patted my head, "Good job, Santa. You finished the eggnog. Ready to meet your fans?"
The husky pulled the fox off of me, my cum spilling out of his ass. He zipped up the pants, and put the hat and beard on my head before undoing the handcuffs and helping me to my feet.
I groaned when I stood up, feeling all the nog slosh inside me. I rubbed the belly that could have passed for my toy sac, "So, what do I have to do now?"
The deer lead me out into the mall to Santa's workshop, "Just act jolly. We'll pay you after."
After hours of kids sitting on my lap, and saying "ho, ho, ho. Have you been good this year?", I was finally released from the Santa suit. My belly bulging out further now that it wasn't in the suit.
The husky walked in, still dressed as a deer. "Well if it isn't Grumpy the reindeer."
"Grumpy is one of the seven dwarves, lardass. Anyways, here's your pay." He handed me the money, and then "Oh, and I brought these for you. I figured you'd need some new clothes. But these are the only ones I found to fit your girth." He tossed some sweatpants and a sweatshirt to me.
"Uh, thanks. Merry Christmas, Grumpy."
He extended his paw to me and said, "My name's Matt." The husky changed into his normal clothes, and we walked out of the mall together. But before we parted, he said, "Anyways, it was nice to meet you, and I'll see you around," while he patted my belly.