#fat suit

[corendisguise]

Santas secret

Chapter 1

Richard stood outside his house, the cold December air nipping at his cheeks. The driveway was empty, save for the faint glow of the porch light casting long shadows across the pavement. He checked his watch again, the digital display flashing 6:15 PM. Santa was late—not a good start to what was supposed to be a magical family evening. He had booked Jon through an agency, carefully choosing him based on the profile picture that showed a man in his mid-thirties, athletic build, with a smile that could melt even the frostiest of hearts. Richard had been looking forward to this all week. Handsome guys in Santa suits were always a turn-on for him, and he couldn’t wait to see how Jon would look in person. It wasn’t only about the family gathering; it was about indulging in a fantasy Richard had harbored for years. A sudden creak of metal broke his thoughts. He turned his head to see a figure rounding the corner on a bike. His heart leapt with anticipation—but then it sank. The man who dismounted wasn’t young or fit. He was old, at least sixty, with a long white beard that looked as natural as the wrinkles etched into his face. His red suit was very elaborate, with white fur in some places. “Jon?” Richard asked hesitantly, taking a step back as the man approached. The older man nodded, breathing heavily from the exertion of biking up the hill. “That’s me. You must be Richard. Sorry I’m late, but the roads are pretty icy tonight.” His voice was gruff, like gravel underfoot, and there was something almost charming about the way he chuckled, though it was tinged with exhaustion. Richard was very surprised about Johns appearance, but then Jon added, “Don’t worry, I’m still the guy you booked. Just… in disguise.” Richard blinked, confused. “Disguise?” Jon—or whoever he really was—smiled slyly, his blue eyes sparkling despite the fatigue. “Yeah,” he said, tapping his nose. “Face mask, fat suit, the works. It’s part of the job. Makes the whole Santa thing more believable, you know?” Richard stared, noting the faint rings around Jon’s eyes, the subtle imperfections in the mask that gave away its artificiality. There was something undeniably intriguing about the way Jon carried himself, the way his chest heaved as he caught his breath, the way his beard glinted under the porch light. Richard felt a stirring in his core, something hot and unbidden.

“Uh, right,” Richard stammered, trying to shake off the feeling. “Well, the sack of presents is in the garage. We should probably get that set up so we can start with the family soon.” Jon nodded, following Richard down the driveway and into the garage. The door slid shut behind them, muffling the sounds of laughter and chatter from inside the house. Inside, the air was chilly and smelled faintly of motor oil. Boxes were stacked haphazardly, and Richard quickly located the large burlap sack he had prepared earlier. “Alright, let’s go over the list,” Richard said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. “There’s my mom, she’ll want the usual spiel about being good all year. My sister gets a little sassy, so maybe play up the jolly angle with her. Oh, and my nephew—he’s obsessed with trains, so…” As Richard spoke, he gestured toward the sack, only to trip over a little box on the concrete floor. His arms flailed wildly before he landed squarely on top of Jon, his body pressing against the soft expanse of the fat suit. For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of the situation hanging thick in the air.

Richard looked up, meeting Jon’s gaze. The blue eyes beneath the mask were intense, almost commanding, and for a split second, Richard forgot where he was. Something about those eyes, he thought. Something primal and undeniable. Without thinking, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Jon’s. Jon didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed Richard back, his bearded mouth moving softly against his. The kiss was tentative at first, but quickly grew more insistent, more passionate. Richard’s fingers twitched, wanting to explore, to peel back the layers of this enigmatic man. His tongue darted out, tracing the edges of the mouth hole in the mask, tasting the faint rubbery musk of the material. It was oddly erotic, the sensation of kissing someone concealed, hidden. “Fuck,” Richard breathed, his heart pounding. He could feel himself hardening, the tension building between them. Jon’s hands moved to his waist, tugging at his belt. “You sure about this?” Jon murmured, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” Richard replied without hesitation, already reaching for the buttons of his jeans. Jon’s hands worked faster, peeling away the fabric until Richard was naked, his cock straining against the cool air. Jon stepped back, his movements deliberate as he began to undress in return. First, the big warm jacket and then the red suit came off, revealing the padded fat suit beneath. Richard watched, mesmerized, as Jon unzipped it slowly, inch by inch. When the suit finally dropped to the floor, Jon stepped out of the legs of the fat suit, his skin glistening with sweat. The effort of biking and now this had left him drenched, his chest heaving as rivulets of moisture traced lines down his torso. Richard swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. Jon was lean, fit underneath the padding, his skin stretched taut over defined muscles. The contrast between the Santa disguise and his real self was jarring, yet somehow even more alluring.

“Like what you see?” Jon asked, his voice teasing. “God yes,” Richard admitted, stepping closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. Jon’s hands were rough, calloused, his touch sending shivers down Richard’s spine. “Tell me what you want,” Jon demanded, his voice commanding now. Richard didn’t hesitate. “I want you. All of you.” Jon smirked; his blue eyes gleaming. “Then take me.” Jon’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Richard pressed into him. The workbench creaked under their weight, its surface cold against John’s back but igniting a fire in his blood. Richards’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer, the padded fat suit now discarded, leaving only the red socks and the mask on John. Richards licked with his tongue on Johns sweaty and musky hole to make it wet. Then Richard slowly enters John’s hole with his dig. He slowly pushed his cock all the way in and pulled it almost all the way out again. John moaned loudly under the mask and slowly twisted back and forth under Richard's slow, increasing thrusts. Slowly thrusting harder, his body adjusting to the rhythm, the heat of Jon’s skin radiating. Sweat dripped from the lower edge of Johns mask, rolling down his chest, pooling beneath the side of his body. The faint slickness of it was intoxicating, mingling with the musky scent of exertion. “You feel so good,” Richard groaned, his voice ragged. His fingers dug into Jon’s legs, feeling the tension there, the way Jon held himself steady even as Richard pushed deeper. Jon’s response was muffled by the mask, his words deep and full of desire. “Fuck me harder, Richard. I want to feel you.”

The command sent a jolt through Richard, spurring him on. He grasped the edges of the mask, slipping one hand under the edge feeling the dampness beneath, the way it clung to Jon’s skin. The urge to see what lay beneath grew overwhelming, a primal need to strip away the disguise, to claim the man behind the facade entirely. With every thrust, Richard felt himself nearing the edge. Jon’s body tightened around him, his moans growing louder, more desperate. Richard’s inserted his two hands deeper under the mask, feeling Johns real chin underneath, his fingers stretching out under the rubbery material. “I’m close,” Richard admitted, his voice breaking. “God, Jon… I need to see you.” Jon’s response came quickly, almost a growl. “Then pull it off. Claim me.” The challenge was enough. Richard clenched his teeth, his muscles straining as he pulled his hands hard aside inside the mask. There was a sucking sound, thick and wet, as the mask began to come free. The distorted features stretched, the eyeholes widening until they were empty. Slowly, the entire mask peeled away, revealing Jon’s face—his real face.

Richard’s breath caught in his throat. Jon’s features were striking, his jaw sharp, his lips full and parted slightly, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Richard’s. The contrast between the mask and his true appearance was staggering, a testament to the artistry of his disguise. “Beautiful,” Richard whispered, unable to tear his gaze away. Jon’s response was immediate, raw and unfiltered. “Do it, Richard. Come inside me.” The words and the empty mask dripping from sweat in his hand were a trigger, sending Richard over the edge. He spilled deep inside Jon, his release intense, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Jon followed shortly after, his own climax crashing through him as he shuddered, his seed spilling onto his stomach and onto Richard’s trembling form. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the faint cracking of the workbench as their bodies settled. Richard rested his forehead against Jon’s, his hands cupping Jon’s face, the mask discarded on the workbench beside them.

“You’re incredible,” Richard murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Jon smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And yet, you still surprised me. I didn’t think you’d pull the mask off.” Richard chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling in sync with Jon’s. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re too much of an enigma. I needed to see the man behind the costume.” Jon’s response was low, almost a purr. “And now that you’ve seen me, what are you going to do about it?” The question hung in the air, heavy with possibilities. Richard’s mind raced, his body still humming with adrenaline and desire. He glanced down at the discarded mask, then back up at Jon’s face, his expression thoughtful. “What do you mean?” Richard asked, his tone cautious but intrigued. Jon leaned in, his lips brushing against Richard’s ear as he spoke. “I mean,” he whispered, “what happens next? You booked me for two hours and I don’t have anything to do afterwards. Are you satisfied, or do you want more?” Richard’s response was immediate, his voice firm. “There’s always more with you, Jon.”

Jon pulled back slightly, his smile widening. “Good answer.” Before Richard could respond, Jon moved again, this time claiming Richard’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and urgent, as if they were both trying to consume each other. Richard’s hands roamed Jon’s back, feeling the slick sheen of sweat, the ridges of muscle beneath. “Let’s take this somewhere else,” Jon suggested, his voice muffled by their kiss. “We can finish what we started without the risk of being interrupted.” Richard nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. “come with me, Santa.” Jon chuckled, the sound dark and amused. “Oh, I intend to.”

With that, Jon stepped back, shedding the remaining pieces of his Santa suit. His naked body glistened in the dim light, his muscles defined, his skin flushed from their earlier exertions. He just wrapped himself in his Santa jacket and put on his boots. Richard watched, mesmerized, as he grabbed his pair of jeans and his shirt; the transformation from Santa to Jon was extreme. “Your turn,” Jon said, his voice teasing as he gestured to Richard’s still-naked form. Richard obeyed, quickly dressing, his movements hurried, eager to continue where they left off. Once they were both clothed, Jon grabbed Richard’s hand, leading him out of the garage and toward the house. “Where are we going?” Richard asked, his curiosity piqued. Jon’s response was cryptic, his tone playful. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

As they stepped into the house, the noise of family conversations filtered through the air, a stark contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. But Richard barely noticed. His focus was entirely on Jon, on the promise of what was to come. They slipped upstairs, their footsteps soft against the carpeted floors. Jon led him to a room at the end of the hallway, pushing open the door and stepping inside. Richard followed, his breath hitching as he took in the sight before him. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the air smelled faintly of cedarwood and musk. A large bed dominated the space, its covers rumpled, inviting. “This is your bedroom?” John asked, his voice hushed. Richard nodded, his eyes gleaming. “It’s perfect for what I have in mind.”

Before Richard could ask what that was, Jon closed the distance between them, pressing him back against the wall. Their lips met again, this time softer, slower, as if they were savoring the moment. Jon’s hands slid down Richard’s sides, pausing at his hips. “Tell me,” he murmured against Richard’s lips. “What do you want next?” Richard swallowed, his heart pounding. “I want you. Again and again.” Jon’s response was a low, satisfied chuckle. “As you were nice this year, then let’s give you exactly what you want. Richard nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the wall of his bedroom. “I want to wear your suit and mask? To be Santa for my family?” His voice was deep, laced with amusement and something darker, more primal. The way he said it made John’s breath hitch in his throat.

Yes, Richard thought, yes, that’s exactly what I want. “It’s… it’s a big fun for my family and also for me, although in a very different way,” Richard stammered, trying to sound casual, but the excitement bubbling up inside him betrayed his tone. “They might recognize me, or… or they might not. Either way, it’d be fun.” He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “And… well, the suit. It’s… it’s a big turn-on for me.” Jon’s blue eyes pierced into him, those same eyes that had captivated Richard from the moment he removed the mask. There was something in them, something intense and knowing, as if Jon could see straight into Richard’s soul. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Once you put that suit on, I maybe don’t let you go down again.” John smiled deviously. Richard swallowed hard. The thought of wearing Jon’s sweaty fat suit, of breathing in the musk of him, of becoming someone else—it was intoxicating. “I’m sure,” he said firmly, his resolve hardening. “Let’s do it.” Jon chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Richard’s spine. “Alright then. Let’s get you dressed.”

The process of putting on the suit was both thrilling and overwhelming. Jon helped the naked Richard to step into the padded fat suit, zipping it up slowly at the front. The material clung to Richard’s skin, warm and damp from Jon’s earlier wear. It smells like him, Richard thought, breathing in deeply. The scent of sweat and rubber filled his nostrils, sending a rush of heat to his groin. He felt his cock stiffen immediately, pressing against the fabric of the suit. Next came the mask. Jon held it up, his fingers brushing against Richard’s cheek as he fitted it over his face. The rubbery feel of the mask against his skin was electric, and Richard couldn’t help but shiver. The edges around the mouth hole were soft, fitting snugly against his lips. He could feel the faint heat of Jon’s and his sweat covering the inside. John helped Richard from the outside to align the mask to his features. When Jon handed him the red Santa suit, Richard hesitated for a moment. The weight of the fabric in his hands was almost too much to bear. He could feel the eyes of his family on him, their laughter and joy just beyond the door. And yet, here he was, dressing up as their beloved Santa Claus, ready to deceive them all.

This is insane, he thought, but the thrill of it was undeniable. Jon watched him intently as he stepped into the red whole body suit, adjusting the sleeves and smoothing out the wrinkles. He closed the zipper on the side and stepped into the boots. Finally he closed the belt around his belly and put on the jacket. “You look perfect,” Jon murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Just like Santa.” Richard turned to face him, feeling a surge of confidence. The mask gave him a sense of anonymity, of power, and for the first time in years, he felt truly alive. “You can wait in this room, it will take a while.” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. Jon stepped closer, his naked body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the room. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “In your bed. When you’re done playing Santa, come find me. We’ll pick up where we left off.” Richard’s breath hitched as Jon leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of the mask. His tongue darted out briefly, tasting the gap between the mask and Richard’s skin. The sensation was electric, and Richard felt himself grow even harder, if that was possible. “Go on,” Jon whispered, pulling back slightly. “Your family is waiting.”

The next two hours were a blur. Richard walked into the living room as Santa Claus, his heart pounding in his chest. The children’s eyes lit up as he entered, and the adults exchanged knowing glances, some stifling laughs. Richard’s voice, though muffled by the mask, was unmistakable. Still, no one said a word, and the show went on.

He handed out presents, told jokes, and even managed to sneak a few kisses under the mistletoe—all while wearing Jon’s sweaty suit and mask. The longer he stayed, the more he felt like he was inhabiting a different persona, one that was free from the confines of his everyday life. But the entire time, his mind was elsewhere. Images of Jon waiting for him in the bedroom flashed through his mind, making it difficult to focus. By the time he finally excused himself, citing the need for Santa to return to the North Pole, Richard was drenched in sweat and practically vibrating with anticipation.

Back in the bedroom, Richard tore off the boots, jacket, belt and Santa suit. He was now only in the mask on top of the fat suit. He undid the zipper at the crotch region of the fat suit and now his hardened cock sprang free, slick with pre-cum. He kicked the boots aside, hardly caring where they landed, and climbed onto the bed where Jon was lounging lazily. Jon sat up, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he took in Richard’s disheveled appearance. “Well, you certainly look like you’ve had an eventful night,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Richard chuckled. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice still slightly hoarse from playing Santa. “I was so horny the whole time. Every second I was thinking about being here with you.” Jon’s smile turned wicked, and he reached out, running a finger along the edge of the mask. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” he said, his tone teasing. “I want to see your face when I make you come inside me.” Richard groaned: “Later, let Santa first fuck you, ha was waiting for this for hours now.” “Tell me,” Jon said, his lips brushing against Richard’s ear. “Did you enjoy being Santa? Did you like pretending to be someone else?” Richard’s breath came in shallow gasps as Jon’s hips rocked gently against his. “Yes,” he whispered. “God, yes.” Jon grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. Jon bit Santa's ear and pulled. The ear separated from the head beneath it and snapped back with a smacking sound when he released it. “Good,” he said, lowering his mouth to Richard’s neck. “Because tonight, you’re mine. All mine.” And after you fucked me, I want to take the mask and suit again and this time I will fuck you my little naughty friend.”

to be continued and Merry Christmas……

[kawazoo]

I realized I don't have a single, central place online where I keep all my padding pics. Since Tumblr is good for galleries I think this is where it should all go. I'll have other one-off pics as well as photo sessions like this one up soon, there's a decent backlog to go through. I'll have some tags that hopefully will make browsing my stuff easier. (I'll echo this whole message in its own text post.)

[umbra-b05]

A Weight gain Christmas classic! Two and Half Men, Season 3, Episode 11!

[l0ganberry]

FUCKING FINALLY!!!

[afatlotofchance]

I am not very active on this blog, but anyway, I had recently the surprise of discovering a fat suit instance in a French tv show recently released!

I couldn't get my hand on any video copy of the show, but it is disponible for replay and free streaming on the channel's website/app (TF1 + / My TF1 ; since the channel that produced and aired this series is called "TF1"). As such I could take screenshots there - though it is quite hard due to the whole "replay" nature of the video, which was specially designed to avoid easy video capture.

The show in question is called "Avenir" (Future), and is about a man (played by French humorist, since a few years turned serious actor, Kev Adams) ending up discovering a special software (well a bugged one) that allows him to send emails to his past self, when he was just a pre-teen. As such the two Elliots (since it is the name of character Adams plays) start chatting together, and future-Elliot decides to change his current situation by asking past-Elliot to do things differently. With each change of the past Elliot, future Elliot finds himself in a new reality - and as such he tries to deal with his problems, to become rich and wealthy, to obtain the girl of his dreams... But the problem is that changing timelines always has unforeseen and dangerous consequences, resulting in Elliot causing events he hadn't planned for - and not only that, but past-Elliot (since he is still a being of free will and his own person), also starts doing changes future Elliot isn't aware of. Meaning future Elliot sometimes wakes up in an alternate reality without understanding how or why because past Elliot did something he hasn't told him about... Trust me it is all simpler when you see it on screen.

And at the end of episode 4, Elliot, after reaching what seems to be a perfect and ideal reality, suddenly wakes up in a very different one, where not only his lover has become his sister (through marriage - in fact it makes the situation awkward as the previous day he fell asleep in the same bad as her since they were a couple, and in this new reality his sister is freaked out to wake up with him in her bed for no reason), but also where he is now obese - something he has a hard time understanding as he stares at his reflection in the mirror.

[dudeman1p]

Vaya que Terry se ve mejor con sobrepeso.

Brooklyn-99 S3E04

[msshadows97]

The one thing I find super funny about the santa clauses franchise is what escuse can tim Allen come up with to avoid getting into the fat suit and makeup. Cause you got to know how uncomfortable it is.

[burnouts3s3]

The Cleveland Show: Roberta in a fat suit asks if people think she looks good.

[kawazoo]

A little vaguely holiday themed fatness

[thesiouxzy]

I’m watching Desperate Housewives for the first time. In a recent episode, the character Susan imagines what things would have been like if she made different choices in her life. One of the scenarios has her overweight (actress in a fat suit) & it’s so cringe 😬 I don’t normally say anything about someone’s body/weight but the main characters on DH are *really* thin looking back. Same with Friends & a lot of shows pre 2010. Glad that trend has passed.

It’s interesting how just a few years ago it was considered fine for an actor to wear a fat suit but today it creates outrage. It’s good that society is slowly starting to show sensitivity towards weight/bodies

[angeloftheodd]

Fat suits are fatphobic because they marginalize fat people in the media and in real life. Fat suits rob fat people of jobs, representation, and respect. The world will be a better place when we all ditch fat suits for good.

[jakesgain34]

Watch "Kaley Cuoco's Terrible Fat Suit Movie" on YouTube

Lolol

[afatlotofchance]

More screenshots of Kev Adams in a fat suit, from the French sci-fi show "Avenir". This time of episode 5, which is entirely centered around this alternate reality where the main character, Elliot, is obese. (To simplify, in this reality his dad died while he was a pre-teen, the family's psychologist wormed his way into the family as Elliot's new father, discovered Elliot's ability to talk with his future self, and used it to build a large and powerful company that made the family rich. Elliot's new weight is due to various factors, ranging from his young self drowning his feelings in sweets when his father died, to his step-father spoiling Elliot with a lot of material pleasure and anything money can buy, since after all he was his "golden goose")

[Note, I haven't watched the full episodes, I took the screenshots while the video was still availaible on the website of TF1, I'll recheck the full details later, so the recap above might be wrong]

[amagnificentobsession]

What the actual fuck???? 🤬😇👿❤️🔥

Don’t EVEN call my Angel fat! 🖕🏼