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Of course I couldn't resist writing a little Christmas themed force-feeding story, involving Raf and a very odd Christmas wish.
On Christmas Eve Raf comes face-to-face with Santa, who's come to fulfill a rather hefty wish...
A Big Christmas Wish
By: IndigoRho
Midnight was fast approaching on Christmas Eve, but Raf was still woefully awake. The obese hyena was waddling around his living room, hoping a bit of cleaning would deal with his obnoxious bout of insomnia. Of course his massive belly was working its hardest to undo half his work. Lamps and bowls were knocked off tables, furniture nudged out of place, and he had to strain to reach quite a lot. Needless to say Raf wasn't very fond of his size, though every effort to lose weight had ended in utter failure no matter what he tried. He could vaguely remember with bitter fondness his early college days, when he'd only weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. Even then he'd been attempting to slim down in vain, and now he'd do almost anything to reach that comparably small size again.
Ever since college Raf's weight had ballooned out of control, fueled by late night study sessions that inevitably turned into junk food binges, a bakery job that put him in dangerously close proximity to free fattening treats, and an apparent inability to show restraint around food. Three hundred, three-fifty, four hundred, five hundred pounds. At a quarter of a ton Raf dwarfed all of his friends, most of whom were rather hefty themselves. He feared the future in which he might look back upon his current bulk wistfully.
While the massive hyena silently grumped about his weighty woes, someone else was stealthily paying him a visit. From the fireplace came a fairly rotund snow leopard, slipping right out as if his entrance were completely normal. He wore an all-too-familiar red suit and hat, along with shiny black boots and a wide belt. Santa Claus was unmistakable yet rarely seen, but tonight he had no choice but to be visible, at least at this stop. He grinned as he spotted Raf with his back turned, the large snow leopard heading over with intent in his eyes. Inevitably his heavy steps alerted Raf, whose ears twitched before he spun around with a glare, gut jiggling.
The sight of Santa left Raf rather speechless, the hyena unable to think of anything to say once confronted by the spirit of Christmas. He looked far too genuine to be a strangely-dressed home intruder, and there was just something...something about him that wasn't normal, like an aura Raf could feel but not see.
“Why Merry Christmas Raf!” Santa bellowed, realizing he'd need to start any conversation himself. “It's your lucky night, I've come to deliver a present personally! Not many who can say they've had that honor.”
Raf still couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe Santa had finally heard his half-assed wishes to lose weight over the years and showed up to banish his infuriating pounds away for good? “A present, f-for me?” For once he allowed his perpetual scowl to twist into a hopeful smile.
“Ho ho ho nope!” Santa replied with far too much cheer considering the answer. “It's a present for Leon!”
The rare smile was gone in an instant. Leon was his twin brother, and he'd devoted an obnoxious amount of his free time to terrorizing Raf in a variety of ways, usually involving his weight. His smug, jerk of an alter-ego had actively interfered with his attempts to slim down, subtly encouraged him to overeat, and even outright force-fed him on many occasions. Fattening Raf was practically a hobby for Leon at this point. Raf knew any gift for Leon would have consequences for him, prompting him to growl at Santa.
“Back off big guy, I'll toss you right back up that chimney if I need to!” Raf did his best to use his size for intimidation.
Santa seemed unfazed. “Threatening Santa's a quick way to get on the naughty list, why don't you have a seat!”
The jolly snow leopard suddenly gave Raf a hard belly-bump, knocking the hyena backwards into a recliner. As Raf tried to catch his breath tinsel and string lights from across the room converged on him like snakes, binding him tightly to the chair till he was a festive hostage. “L-let me go! How the Hell would Leon of all people be considered good enough to grant a wish to, especially one that starts with me being tied up!”
“Well making you fat doesn't rank up that high on the naughty list to be honest, and he always leaves an incredibly generous platter of cookies and jug of fresh milk every year,” Santa admitted, patting his belly. “He also agreed to give up a few years of presents for one wish, which was technically a selfless act.”
Raf stared at Santa as judgmentally as he could. “Ugh, he bribed you. This is why I hate Christmas!” He pouted and struggled against his bindings a bit more. “What dumb way does he want to embarrass me now?”
“Fairly straight-forward. He just wished for you to fill the room,” Santa laughed.
Raf's eyes widened in fear. “W-w-wait a minute, you can't do that, I'd be stupidly huge!”
“Yep! It's a really easy wish, hard to deny actually.” Santa shrugged. “Well, time for you to enjoy a nice midnight snack Raf.”
Santa dropped his toy sack on the ground and opened it up, a wide funnel floating out all on its own. Raf immediately clamped his jaws shut and turned his head away from the ominous magical object hovering in his direction. Unfortunately he couldn't really evade the funnel for long, and soon it'd forced itself right past his lips, impossible to dislodge. Plates full of every cookie imaginable began to pop out of the red velvet bag. They danced towards the funnel in a terrifying holiday parade of calories, Santa humming Christmas carols as he directed the show. The first plate dumped its contents all at once, Raf forced to swallow most of the cookies whole as they cascaded right down his throat and into his stomach.
A second followed right after, then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. There were no breaks, just a constant stream of cookies bouncing off his tongue, his belly swelling against the tinsel and lights. Raf's squirms were frantic, the hyena desperate to break free before he had no hope of moving. Any headway he made was quickly undone, the bindings adjusting expertly, both to keep him in place and give his gut room to grow. As more cookies were emptied into him the buttons of his flannel pajamas started straining, tufts of tan fur poking out from between the widening gaps. Inevitably a middle button flew off across the room, his whole middle jiggling as a result. Though the loss relieved some tension on the remaining buttons, it was too little too late. One-by-one the rest of the buttons popped off, fleeing in random directions as more and more of the hyena's blubbery belly was exposed.
Raf let out a garbled groan as he felt his stomach stretching from the cookie onslaught. His gut was spreading in every direction, spilling over his lap and pushing against the arms of the recliner that creaked beneath the obscene weight forced upon it. The plates were seemingly endless, the funnel perpetually filled to the brim with treats despite the hyena's non-stop gorging. He wiggled and writhed and whined as his middle became a giant stuffed ball of fur. Only rarely had Raf been forced to endure such glutting, when Leon had managed to corner and strap him into feeding machines or vats, leaving him an engorged mess too fat to move. Those ordeals had been horrible, but they'd still had a sensible end, a limit; this was different.
Snapping metal preceded the recliner's collapse, the whole room shaking as Raf hit the floor. Even dazed he continued swallowing, gorging instinctively now. Santa was happy with the progress being made, but things could always move a bit faster. Tall pitchers of milk rose from the toy sack along with the cookies, washing down the feast with a torrent of refreshing calories. Raf's middle began expanding even swifter, growing less rigid and more wobbly as the milk mixed with the cookies inside him. The sheer force of his expansion pushed Raf onto his mountainous belly, which was beginning to push aside furniture left and right. Little-by-little everything in the room was slowly shoved against the walls or buried beneath his bulk and crushed. Even his couch wasn't immune, vanishing beneath a wave of hyena blubber.
Santa carefully scaled the swelling hyena to avoid a similar fate, forced to crouch as he gingerly walked over Raf's unstable middle to avoid bumping his head into the ceiling. He kept a close eye on the progress of the extreme fattening, eager to see Raf's sides firmly roll against all four walls of the room. There couldn't be even the slightest gap, otherwise the wish wouldn't be properly granted. Raf winced any time he pressed against a wall, the extent of his growth painfully clear. At a certain point he felt like he was a liquid filling up a container, the stuffing too preposterous to conceive otherwise. He could only move his limbs and head by then, his body weighed down to an impossible degree.
Eventually Raf met Santa's exacting specifications—or more accurately Leon's—and the flow of milk and cookies came to an end. The funnel popped out of Raf's sore mouth and soared back into the bag, which tied itself up before Santa retrieved it. Raf didn't say anything, only moaned, his eyes drifting aimlessly and his fingers twitching. He was simply too stuffed to think straight, in need of the mother of all naps to digest the hoard of treats that'd been crammed into him. Santa hadn't been interested in hearing more complaints, though, so the hyena's silence was welcome.
His job finished, Santa gradually made his way over to the buried fireplace, a new entrance magically appearing higher up the brickwork just for him. He laughed and wished Raf a merry Christmas before ascending the chimney with haste, the sound of sleigh bells soon ringing outside as the snow leopard journeyed onward to the next house on his list. Behind him he'd left a room-sized hyena who'd undoubtedly curse his name for hours on end once he came to. If only Raf had realized earlier just how prophetic his worries of being nostalgic for five hundred pounds were going to be...
On Christmas Eve Raf comes face-to-face with Santa, who's come to fulfill a rather hefty wish...
A Big Christmas Wish
By: IndigoRho
Midnight was fast approaching on Christmas Eve, but Raf was still woefully awake. The obese hyena was waddling around his living room, hoping a bit of cleaning would deal with his obnoxious bout of insomnia. Of course his massive belly was working its hardest to undo half his work. Lamps and bowls were knocked off tables, furniture nudged out of place, and he had to strain to reach quite a lot. Needless to say Raf wasn't very fond of his size, though every effort to lose weight had ended in utter failure no matter what he tried. He could vaguely remember with bitter fondness his early college days, when he'd only weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. Even then he'd been attempting to slim down in vain, and now he'd do almost anything to reach that comparably small size again.
Ever since college Raf's weight had ballooned out of control, fueled by late night study sessions that inevitably turned into junk food binges, a bakery job that put him in dangerously close proximity to free fattening treats, and an apparent inability to show restraint around food. Three hundred, three-fifty, four hundred, five hundred pounds. At a quarter of a ton Raf dwarfed all of his friends, most of whom were rather hefty themselves. He feared the future in which he might look back upon his current bulk wistfully.
While the massive hyena silently grumped about his weighty woes, someone else was stealthily paying him a visit. From the fireplace came a fairly rotund snow leopard, slipping right out as if his entrance were completely normal. He wore an all-too-familiar red suit and hat, along with shiny black boots and a wide belt. Santa Claus was unmistakable yet rarely seen, but tonight he had no choice but to be visible, at least at this stop. He grinned as he spotted Raf with his back turned, the large snow leopard heading over with intent in his eyes. Inevitably his heavy steps alerted Raf, whose ears twitched before he spun around with a glare, gut jiggling.
The sight of Santa left Raf rather speechless, the hyena unable to think of anything to say once confronted by the spirit of Christmas. He looked far too genuine to be a strangely-dressed home intruder, and there was just something...something about him that wasn't normal, like an aura Raf could feel but not see.
“Why Merry Christmas Raf!” Santa bellowed, realizing he'd need to start any conversation himself. “It's your lucky night, I've come to deliver a present personally! Not many who can say they've had that honor.”
Raf still couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe Santa had finally heard his half-assed wishes to lose weight over the years and showed up to banish his infuriating pounds away for good? “A present, f-for me?” For once he allowed his perpetual scowl to twist into a hopeful smile.
“Ho ho ho nope!” Santa replied with far too much cheer considering the answer. “It's a present for Leon!”
The rare smile was gone in an instant. Leon was his twin brother, and he'd devoted an obnoxious amount of his free time to terrorizing Raf in a variety of ways, usually involving his weight. His smug, jerk of an alter-ego had actively interfered with his attempts to slim down, subtly encouraged him to overeat, and even outright force-fed him on many occasions. Fattening Raf was practically a hobby for Leon at this point. Raf knew any gift for Leon would have consequences for him, prompting him to growl at Santa.
“Back off big guy, I'll toss you right back up that chimney if I need to!” Raf did his best to use his size for intimidation.
Santa seemed unfazed. “Threatening Santa's a quick way to get on the naughty list, why don't you have a seat!”
The jolly snow leopard suddenly gave Raf a hard belly-bump, knocking the hyena backwards into a recliner. As Raf tried to catch his breath tinsel and string lights from across the room converged on him like snakes, binding him tightly to the chair till he was a festive hostage. “L-let me go! How the Hell would Leon of all people be considered good enough to grant a wish to, especially one that starts with me being tied up!”
“Well making you fat doesn't rank up that high on the naughty list to be honest, and he always leaves an incredibly generous platter of cookies and jug of fresh milk every year,” Santa admitted, patting his belly. “He also agreed to give up a few years of presents for one wish, which was technically a selfless act.”
Raf stared at Santa as judgmentally as he could. “Ugh, he bribed you. This is why I hate Christmas!” He pouted and struggled against his bindings a bit more. “What dumb way does he want to embarrass me now?”
“Fairly straight-forward. He just wished for you to fill the room,” Santa laughed.
Raf's eyes widened in fear. “W-w-wait a minute, you can't do that, I'd be stupidly huge!”
“Yep! It's a really easy wish, hard to deny actually.” Santa shrugged. “Well, time for you to enjoy a nice midnight snack Raf.”
Santa dropped his toy sack on the ground and opened it up, a wide funnel floating out all on its own. Raf immediately clamped his jaws shut and turned his head away from the ominous magical object hovering in his direction. Unfortunately he couldn't really evade the funnel for long, and soon it'd forced itself right past his lips, impossible to dislodge. Plates full of every cookie imaginable began to pop out of the red velvet bag. They danced towards the funnel in a terrifying holiday parade of calories, Santa humming Christmas carols as he directed the show. The first plate dumped its contents all at once, Raf forced to swallow most of the cookies whole as they cascaded right down his throat and into his stomach.
A second followed right after, then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth. There were no breaks, just a constant stream of cookies bouncing off his tongue, his belly swelling against the tinsel and lights. Raf's squirms were frantic, the hyena desperate to break free before he had no hope of moving. Any headway he made was quickly undone, the bindings adjusting expertly, both to keep him in place and give his gut room to grow. As more cookies were emptied into him the buttons of his flannel pajamas started straining, tufts of tan fur poking out from between the widening gaps. Inevitably a middle button flew off across the room, his whole middle jiggling as a result. Though the loss relieved some tension on the remaining buttons, it was too little too late. One-by-one the rest of the buttons popped off, fleeing in random directions as more and more of the hyena's blubbery belly was exposed.
Raf let out a garbled groan as he felt his stomach stretching from the cookie onslaught. His gut was spreading in every direction, spilling over his lap and pushing against the arms of the recliner that creaked beneath the obscene weight forced upon it. The plates were seemingly endless, the funnel perpetually filled to the brim with treats despite the hyena's non-stop gorging. He wiggled and writhed and whined as his middle became a giant stuffed ball of fur. Only rarely had Raf been forced to endure such glutting, when Leon had managed to corner and strap him into feeding machines or vats, leaving him an engorged mess too fat to move. Those ordeals had been horrible, but they'd still had a sensible end, a limit; this was different.
Snapping metal preceded the recliner's collapse, the whole room shaking as Raf hit the floor. Even dazed he continued swallowing, gorging instinctively now. Santa was happy with the progress being made, but things could always move a bit faster. Tall pitchers of milk rose from the toy sack along with the cookies, washing down the feast with a torrent of refreshing calories. Raf's middle began expanding even swifter, growing less rigid and more wobbly as the milk mixed with the cookies inside him. The sheer force of his expansion pushed Raf onto his mountainous belly, which was beginning to push aside furniture left and right. Little-by-little everything in the room was slowly shoved against the walls or buried beneath his bulk and crushed. Even his couch wasn't immune, vanishing beneath a wave of hyena blubber.
Santa carefully scaled the swelling hyena to avoid a similar fate, forced to crouch as he gingerly walked over Raf's unstable middle to avoid bumping his head into the ceiling. He kept a close eye on the progress of the extreme fattening, eager to see Raf's sides firmly roll against all four walls of the room. There couldn't be even the slightest gap, otherwise the wish wouldn't be properly granted. Raf winced any time he pressed against a wall, the extent of his growth painfully clear. At a certain point he felt like he was a liquid filling up a container, the stuffing too preposterous to conceive otherwise. He could only move his limbs and head by then, his body weighed down to an impossible degree.
Eventually Raf met Santa's exacting specifications—or more accurately Leon's—and the flow of milk and cookies came to an end. The funnel popped out of Raf's sore mouth and soared back into the bag, which tied itself up before Santa retrieved it. Raf didn't say anything, only moaned, his eyes drifting aimlessly and his fingers twitching. He was simply too stuffed to think straight, in need of the mother of all naps to digest the hoard of treats that'd been crammed into him. Santa hadn't been interested in hearing more complaints, though, so the hyena's silence was welcome.
His job finished, Santa gradually made his way over to the buried fireplace, a new entrance magically appearing higher up the brickwork just for him. He laughed and wished Raf a merry Christmas before ascending the chimney with haste, the sound of sleigh bells soon ringing outside as the snow leopard journeyed onward to the next house on his list. Behind him he'd left a room-sized hyena who'd undoubtedly curse his name for hours on end once he came to. If only Raf had realized earlier just how prophetic his worries of being nostalgic for five hundred pounds were going to be...
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