#santa tf

[hairyjocktf]

Could you turn me into Santa Claus? I want my cookie cravings to make me fat, furry, and bald. I’ll grow a massive white beard and my body hair will lighten to match. Ho ho ho!

It’s officially winter, and snow is starting to fall outside as you sit by the crackling fire. The smell of fresh cookies wafts in from the kitchen; you’d put in a roll of store bought dough earlier. With your stomach already growling you hop up and pull them out of the oven. The smell is intoxicating, and you set out to cool, barely able to make it a couple minutes before you grab one and stuff it in your mouth. The sweet and salty dough alongside the bittersweet chocolate is exactly the flavor rush you needed. You head back to the fireplace and leave the rest of the cookies to cool, letting out a burp. When you sit back down, your belly jiggles just a little more. As you scroll on your phone, your average frame starts growing a little heavier. You sink further into the plush chair, weighing a few pounds more. Your stomach growls again. You swear you just ate, but maybe the cookies are cool enough by now. In a few seconds another large cookie sits in your hands as you devour it. Without even noticing, another five pounds adds itself to your belly. A number of wispy hairs poke out of your smooth chest as you stuff the remains of the cookie down your throat. They’re unbelievably good, but you should leave some for later. 

Well, maybe just one more, you tell yourself as you grab another, chowing down as you walk back towards the fire. Your belly grows more, and your pecs soften as they push out slightly. Your thighs grow a few inches and your jawline starts to lose its definition. A slight shadow inches down across your jaw and over your upper lip as peach fuzz darkens and thickens. Your stomach rumbles as more and more fat begins loading itself on your frame, your arms and legs plumping up, muscle growing in but quickly buried beneath the chub. As you finish off the cookie your body starts to itch. The wispy fuzz across your chest begins to grow thicker and darker, new hairs popping up across the expanse as your pecs sag even more. Dark hairs sprout across your chest and spread up and over your shoulders before your still growing belly is also buried beneath the growing pelt. Your armpits tingle as wiry hairs blossom and quickly become a sweaty tuft of hair. Your slight stubble follows suit, follicles pumping out long dark hairs as the covering grows dense. The hairs pushing out of your cheeks keep going, multiple inches long. Even your arms and legs start growing their own fur, with dense black hairs across your forearms and crawling out of the backs of your hands. Your belly adds another few inches as it starts to hang fully over your waistline. You let out a thunderous belch as you sink further into the chair, rubbing your hairy belly as your shirt rides up on it.

A few minutes later your stomach growls again. It just won’t give up today. With some significant effort you hoist yourself to your (now larger) feet and head back to the kitchen. There’s still quite a few cookies sitting out, and right as you look at them your stomach rumbles. You swipe two and cram them down your gullet. Your thickening fingers make them look small, so eating two isn’t a big deal. Immediately your gut springs forward another inch, the hair on it thickening and growing longer. The hair in the center of your chest thickens, hairs curling together as your beard reaches down towards them, pushing out longer and longer. Your hairline begins to inch back, revealing more of your forehead as you scratch at it, oblivious to the changes. This isn’t the only thing adding years to you though, as the black hairs in your beard one by one start to lose their color. The bright white spreads through your bushy beard and mustache, both of which are still pushing out of your face, and spreads up to what little remains on top of your head as male pattern baldness accelerates. You eat another couple cookies, absolutely cramming them into your mouth to try and satisfy your body. Crumbs go everywhere, getting trapped in your thick beard and falling into the rug of hair coating your chest. As soon as the crumbs touch the hairs they too go white, the bleaching effect spreading across your moobs and belly. Your gut continues to grow larger and larger, fat piling on as you finish off the last of the cookies. With a final belch the rest of the fur across your body turns white and your beard shoots out another inch. You really do look like Santa now, just in time for the holidays.

[ultram0th]

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Here's a quick rendering of everyone's favorite grumpy werewolf turning into Santa Claus, complete with a big, hairy belly!

[hotmentransformed]

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... you were all alone for the holidays. While your friends managed to get home and were with their families or decided to spend the night partying until sunrise, you were stuck alone at home. This wasn't your plan for this year. Your stupid boss wouldn't let you take off the day before, so you had to work on Christmas Eve. You had planned on flying back home to your family after work had finished, but a surprise snowstorm canceled your flight back home, and you had no way of getting there. While your parents were obviously upset that you wouldn’t be joining them, they couldn’t be angry at you, because it wasn’t your fault. You couldn't control the weather. 

Trying to find something to keep you occupied, you had spent the evening baking cookies for Santa Claus. Obviously, you were old enough to understand that Santa didn’t exist, but you had baked cookies for him every year with your mother since you were a kid, and Christmas Eve would feel incomplete without the smell of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. However, once the baking was done and the kitchen was cleaned, the silence that filled your house was deafening.

Placing the tray of cookies and a cold glass of milk by the fireplace, you poured yourself a large glass of eggnog and headed into your bedroom to put on a Christmas movie on your laptop. Maybe watching other people in the festive spirit will bring you some joy. Scrolling through all of the streaming services you had, you were unsatisfied with the array of films. You had seemingly seen everything. Finally, you stumbled upon that old 90s movie with Tim Allen, The Santa Clause. The idea of this toy salesman turning into Santa and learning the true meaning of Christmas was so insane! But nonetheless, you remember liking the movie when you watched it many years ago, so you decided to press play. As the movie played, you continued to drink your eggnog. Eventually, you finished your first glass and went back to get a second. With every sip of the eggnog, you found yourself becoming more and more relaxed. The movie was funny enough, but you found your eyes gradually getting heavier. Slowly, everything faded to black.

Cough cough 

You awoke suddenly to the sound of coughing. You jolted upwards. Your laptop was still warm on your legs, and the movie was still playing; it was only halfway finished. Throwing your computer off to the side, you hurriedly stumbled out of bed to see what was happening. As you turned the corner, you saw it. There, standing in your living room, was some fat old guy dressed as Santa Claus. In one hand was one of the cookies you had baked earlier, and the other was clawing at his throat. His cough had stopped, but he was still gasping for air. He was choking. Before you had time to react, his knees gave out and he stumbled backward, landing on the floor. His massive body shook the house, and then, everything was still. It was silent. He wasn’t moving. Stepping forward and raising your foot, you tried to nudge him, to see if he was still alive. Instead of meeting his leg, your foot seemed to move right through him, instead catching the fabric of his red suit. Before your very eyes, this dead man who had broken into your house seemingly dissolved into thin air. All that was left of him was the half-eaten cookie and his outfit.

You had to call the police. A man had just broken into your house. Running to your counter and grabbing your cell phone, you raced to the front door to see that it was locked. Running to the side windows, you saw that they were… locked. Walking to the back door, sure enough, it was locked too. Looking at your alarm system, you saw that it was armed. How did this guy get into your house? You put your phone down. Walking back into your living room, you stepped over the red suit and stuck your hand up the chimney. Sure enough, the flue was open. Oh my god. Did the real Santa Claus just choke on your cookies?

Now what? You definitely can’t call the police. They wouldn’t believe you that Santa just died in your room and his body vanished. Sure, you were a little tipsy from the eggnog, but knew what you saw. No one would believe you, still. Hell, you wouldn’t have believed yourself! It sounded like something directly out of a Christmas movie.

You paused. Like something out of a Christmas movie. Looking down at the outfit the fat old man had just been wearing, you thought back to the movie you were watching. It could have been the eggnog talking, but why couldn’t you just try his clothes on? I mean what was there to lose? It’s not like there was actually a dead person in your living room; only his clothes.

Looking at his hat, that had once been on his head, you picked it up and placed it onto your coffee table. You sat on your couch to deliberate what your next course of action should be: call the police or try on Santa’s clothes. Staring at this hat and looking beyond at the full outfit which lay strewn on the floor, you made up your mind. If nothing else, maybe this will put you in a festive mood.

Standing up and placing the hat on your head, you instantly were overcome by an intense gurgling in your stomach. You felt so incredibly bloated. You rubbed your hands on your stomach, only to feel it rapidly expanding outwards in front of you. Bringing your hands to your chest, you felt it sag as your pecs grew into mounds of fat drooping from your torso.

Your ass grew enormous, stretching the fabric of your pants and tearing the seams. Falling backward onto your couch, you heard as the legs buckled under your growing weight. Your thighs splayed further and further outward, ripping your pants and pushing your legs farther and farther apart. Your fingers swelled into large sausages and your feet grew massive. 

The hair across your body lightened to a gray, before becoming as white as snow. Your upper lip itched as white hairs pushed their way out, growing long and meeting up with the hairs forcing their way from your chin. Soon, you sported a large, white, bushy beard. Wrinkles began etching their way across your face and body as you aged rapidly. Standing up from the couch, you stumbled as your center of gravity changed with your massive weight gain. Slowly, you managed to bring your body to the clothes of the former Santa Claus. Reaching down and grabbing the fabric, you pulled your blubberous legs through the velvet pants, shoving your giant feet into the brown leather boots. You lifted the heavy suit jacket over your shoulders and massive beach-ball stomach, before adorning it with a buckled belt. You brought your massive fingers into the white gloves and lifted his glasses onto your face.

You looked exactly like him. You were the spitting image of Santa Claus. Looking at the tray of cookies that you had baked earlier and the big guy had just choked on, you decided it’d be best to pass on the cookies tonight. Instead, you turned towards the chimney, ready to get back to your sleigh and deliver the rest of the presents before sunrise. Bringing festive cheer and joy to the world was enough to make an old man like you laugh gaily with glee:

Ho, Ho, Ho!

[chubbydrawer]

*now on patreon* the transformation begins as Scott preps for another year of toy deliveries! #maleweightgain #fat #chubby #thick #gainer #gainerart #chubart #fatart #fatter #thicker #poppingbuttons #poppingseams #tightclothes #rippedclothes

[kyred]

The raccoon huffed, looking down at himself. “Alright I knew it. Had har it fits now, your plan worked, now could you please stop asking me if it fits just right?” He groaned, opening it up and began to change so he could leave. A rumble in his gut reminded him how late he was for his second lunch…

[kairukitsuneo]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎅 🎁🎁🎁 Come get your gift (no

[13uckaroo]

Sumo santa. 🎅 Sketch commission for @/RengaRyuk on twitter.

[godidontgaf]

he said he’d take mikey home but he just started taking tough guy selfies for twitter instead

[compaculaaa]

Are you on robo santas nice list this year?

[pikminpediaart]

Sarge to Santa

Sarge thought being a mall Santa would give him extra gift money for the holidays.... Turns out he can give out a lot more gifts than he expected... but at a cost. A fun little Christmas story I did. Merry Christmas, everyone! Full story here: https://furaffinity.net/view/54806866

[ultram0th]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Thank you for the fun year, and I hope that we can spend many more together messing with guys! :P

Here's a hot picture where poor Peter put on Santa Claus's coat, resulting him growing a large gut and a bushy beard...

[mythicallystupid]

HERES MY SECRET SANTA FOR @alerted-red ! First time personally ever drawing Earthspark let alone Tf lol. Hope you like it! It didn't turn out quite how I wanted but I think it's nice none the less.

[endsys-stims]

Thundercracker fighting Santa Claus (Transformers) Stimboard

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[kyred]

Christmas Day is here and so is Santa Paws! The portly raccoon has definitely grown to fit the role. A beard of snow, and fur that gives him a look of age. All that’s left is a hearty ho- “NO.” You try to say it again and he gives you an icy stare before grumbling about how you should at least get him some nog before making him make a fool of himself. And cookies he adds in hurriedly.

IT IS STILL CHRISTMAS RIGHT SO THERE WE GO! Enjoy and have a good and merry evening! Oh also, added some. Chromatic aberration to keep in practice.

[ciipher-arts]

Did a Secret Santa in a TFA discord server! Here's my gift for @shockwaves-tits!

This'll be my last post for the year. Happy New Year, everyone! Here's to 2024!

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Diluc Headcanons: Christmas Edition

masterlist.

it’s december again how did we get here

also sorry for disappearing i got really busy and kinda forgot tumblr existed

bro I don’t even like this man all that much but here we are 

this is pure fluff btw maybe some crack at the end but it’s all in good fun

also i’m very inconsistent so i can (and will) change themes randomly sorry 

Ok so yk that one head canon a while back this year that when he sings he sounds like Michael Bublé? Yeah think about that but Christmas-ify it. 

Like imagine this:  the tavern (and all of Mondstadt) is all decked out for Christmas and venti is off somewhere doing who knows what and he can’t perform at the tavern so Diluc (begrudgingly) has to perform in his place 

He shows up on the stage in his normal attire but this time he has a red-and-white striped tie (so it looks like a candy cane) and- oh look at that! you’re there tonight of all nights! so mans just starts singing “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” trying to impress you 

LIKE UGHHHHH I’M IMAGINING IT IN MY HEAD AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

PLEASE DILUC COSPLAYERS BRING THIS TO LIFE BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF

Bonus: He plays Santa for the children every year. 

LIKE I’M GIGGLING JUST THINKING ABOUT WHEN IT’S KLEE’S TURN AND HE JUST KINDA LOOKS AT YOU SINCE YOU’RE ONE OF THE ELVES AND HE’S JUST KINDA SILENTLY LIKE “H E L P”