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     It was my only Christmas wish. I wanted not to be lonely at least for one night… I had a job flipping burgers, lived in a trailer, and ate Ramen with multivitamins mixed in so I didn't die of malnutrition. I was alone and hopeless.

     Knock-Knock!

     The metal door rattled in it's cold hinges. It was probably my landlord wanting me to do something. The snow outside fell on the shoulders of a middle-ish woman. She wasn't young, but her better years weren't all behind her. She smiled with clean teeth in her fur coat and asked if she could come in to share a Christmas dinner with me. I smiled sadly as my little bonus only bought me one ham-steak and a few potatoes but I'd be glad to share it. She was pretty and maybe I'd get lucky if she took pity on me. “Are you Ms. Clause or?”

     Her fluffy fur coat hid a red blouse and a knee-length black skirt. Around her tummy was a wide leather belt and she wore insulated leggings with calf high, flat sole, leather boots. She had wide, curvy hips and judging from her arms and face, she was a little chubby. It didn't turn me off any. Her bosom was hidden by her blouse but as she picked up a little book of mine, her ass was first-rate, curvy perfection. “The night before Christmas. A choice story for tonight. Mind bringing me a plate from the kitchen? I know you'll know what I like…”

     As I went into my tiny kitchen/laundry room the entire place was transformed. There was turkey, stuffing, mac and cheese, vegetables, yam casserole and things I'd forgotten the name of I hadn't eaten or made them in so long. A plate was made already there, cranberry sauce and all. I made myself a huge plate and went to join her in my dinky living room on the secondhand couch. I had a bottle of fake cherry liquor that had transformed into two glasses and a bottle of high-class champagne. I sat to eat with her and smiled as I think for at least a moment, magic, might, just maybe, be real.

     “It's A Wonderful Life” showed and when I looked down again, my fork was dirty from eating multiple plates and my belly had grown to be a chubby, small bump. “A Miracle On 34th Street” later and my belly wasn't the only fat on my body. “Scrooge” finished and now my clothes were different. The red and green work shirt was replaced with a brown robe and my cloth robe fastener was loose across my body, revealing my chubby chest and belly button stretched tight over my newfound belly. She was no different than before.

     She cuddled up to me, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my belly. Her fingers felt the tight fat on my sides and she smiled, kissing my cheek. “Santa, baby, it's cold outside, can we snuggle up in your bed?” Her eyes glowed with a smile that melted any resolve to resist her wishes. Her blouse shifted just enough to allow a slit of cleavage to show and her hand felt my round belly button, teasing me some with a surprising new fetish that I liked my fat belly and swollen limbs. I hadn't had fat on my body since I was in middle school and ate my mother's home cooked meals.

     My bedroom was dark as only a night light lit the small space and it lay untransformed, a tiny twin bed with plain blue sheets. I was tall and lean normally so my bed had plenty of cloth to it to keep a skinny, curled up kid warm on cold, heaterless nights. She was seemingly also in a robe once she cuddled up to my chest, her wandering hands feeling my sides and hips. She nuzzled my neck and relaxed, falling asleep soon. She was beautiful and her chubby thighs were warm, cuddling one of my chunky legs between them. I wasn't going to do something to a passed out women. That's just not right… I snuggled to her, letting my arm wrap around her ribs and I fell asleep breathing through her sweet-smelling, chocolate colored hair.

     When my eyes opened to the next day, my walls were not at arm's length. I was watching a beautiful, curvy women pull her leggings up, tight over her wide, round ass. She was before a wall size mirror and was dressing. The bed had posts on the edges and I realized that I was not in my house. My initialed robes read, “SC.” So either I had a new name or I had stolen someone's robes. “Finally awake Santa, baby?” She sat back down on the bed and stretched some. “I like you. You know last night was a test, yes?” I shook my head yes in a wobbling-bobbing way and she smirked, “You are a good person at heart and that's what I want.” She buttoned up her blouse and smiled at me mischievously, “You'll not be getting any of the goods until you prove yourself.” It almost made me want to cuss in dashed hopes. “Tomorrow the elfs start work on next year's presents for the virgins of the world. Take care until then…” She smiled again before leaving, her apple bottom butt swishing slightly. She was worth it, every minute of the desire building put aside to champion her love.

     I took a bath in her huge spa room of a private bathroom and got clean using her girly smelling homeopathic shampoos and soaps. I smelled like a mango, but it wasn't unenjoyable. Two male elfs helped me dress in a set of red, thermal clothes and found me boots to fit.

     I looked like a Santa alright with my extra fat. My belly didn't jiggle too much but it was big and full. My thigh were much bigger and apparently the fat wasn't all I gained. My body had put on plenty of bulky, new muscle under all my fat. My pants size was in the 50s and I could tell my bones were different. I kept whacking my 6’4” head into door frames clearly made to fit Ms. Clause's 5’3” head. It was like being a gangly teenager again but in a much older and bigger body. My hair was not my blonde shade but a new, deep brown that reminded me of a black-brown color. My highlights were dark grey. I was on the edge of starting to grey… How old am I supposed to be?

     The elf handed me a wallet that had some green, not-American money and a few color coded security cards. It fit a specific pocket and I started off learning the new wonderland that was the Claus's Workshop.

     The elfs I learned were not immortal children, they were a kind of magical race of fairy and had lives and families. They worked a 6 hour a day thing that was Monday to Friday. There were theatres and bars and restaurants. It was like a huge town with a serious building code limit. I had a card that paid for stuff. An elf named Greg was Mr. Clause's bodyguard, I guess? He explained a lot of it to me. The whole town was inside an ice dome like an igloo. This was the North American hub, each chunk of land with so many people has different sized hubs. I went to find a place to eat. My belly was much bigger and it seemed to eat a lot more as well.

     Greg led me to a restaurant that was casual, Elfbees. The old Mr. Clause before me was somewhat of a party guy. I'm introverted. The various elves I ran into were glad to see a new Clause around. The food was just brought to me, plates and plates and plates full. Greg acted like this was normal and just got a salad. I was a bit embarrassed at first by how much I was eating but after the third table full, I was beginning to think that maybe I wasn't human anymore. My clothes fit better, my body in a state that had no business going down a chimney.

     Greg kind of strong-armed me into going to an arcade he liked and I will say that the elves had skills. The arcade was a number of pods that allowed their users to walk with the VR head gear and wands. Santa and Ms. Clause had two dedicated pods. I found the VR stuff to give me a headache after a few minutes…

     Greg then with some lost smile, left and followed me to a jewelry store. It seemed the Clauses had a free pass around town. Any goods or services were free. I found a good ring. It was silver and topped with a pea sized diamond. The silver had hairline carving and made it look very simple but very nice if you looked close enough. I think it would fit her well. I also got the matching wedding band for me. Greg smirked and didn't say anything.

     Minutes later I found her office building, a three story building dedicated to making the nice list. Greg and I waited, chatting about the walrus wrestling games and the sea lion football. Ms. Clause finally came out for lunch at half past twelve. I kept the rings in my pocket. She went to a nice Italian style restaurant and we all sat down together. Greg to my right, Gina to Ms. Clause's right. I ate with more manners than I'm used to and the elves were also poised. I still ate buckets full and Ms. Clause also seemed to eat just as much. I didn't feel so embarrassed as our elves seemed to stuff themselves, their bellies bulging in their clothes.

     After the dessert course and the plates were swept away, she was finishing her drink when I decided to ask her. I went to her side and then she stopped me, pulling my rings out from her own pockets and proposing to me! “Well, Kris, want to make it official?” What would I say other than yes?

     It was a pre-planned, whirlwind wedding. By the next evening I was pulling off a red and black suit to lay in bed with my newlywed wife.

     She had a good grip on some kind of magical powers. She was out of her gown and in lingerie before I could get my pants and undershirt off. Her belly was so cute. It was chubby and soft, enough to fill up both of your hands and just a little more. Her boobs were prefect. Unnaturally so. I didn't care. My body was much bigger than hers so she wanted on top. I let her. We peeled paint and made the metal spring bed scream. Neither of us got tired so we kept up well into the next day. I loved Ms. MILF-Clause...