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Happy Holidays to all of my fellow furries. In this story the Grinch hatches the perfect plan to get rid of the holiday. There's supposed to a terrible storm on the night before Christmas. A storm so terrible that Santa will surely need the help of Rudolph to guide his sled through the snow. With this in mind, the Grinch decides that if he Immobilizes Rudolph, he gets rid of Christmas. And I think you already know how he plans to immobilize the poor reindeer. ;) I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I also hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
I wanted the full title to be 'How the Grinch Force Fed Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!', but that wouldn't fit. T^T
It was December the 24th. The Whos in WhoVille sang their songs of Holly and Merry at full volume. Every second of every hour of every day, they shouted their holiday tunes, loudly expressing their Christmas cheer. Their musical voices carried far and wide. All across snowy plains and valleys, and up the frostbitten face of Mount Crumpit, and into the home of the Grinch.
The Grinch stood on the peak of Mount Crumpit, watching and listening to the Whos polluting the air with their joy of the season. The terrible, unbroken, ear bursting sounds of their songs, keeping him up at night and making his days a living nightmare. Most of the time he stood at the peak, loathing the Whos, but today was different. The Grinch stood high and mighty with a sinister smile and joy in his eyes as he looked down on WhoVille.
Max, his loyal dog, stood behind the Grinch. Worried what his happy expression entailed for the day.
The Grinch, finally noticing Max behind him, turned to face his dog. “Max, I’ve put up with their loud Christmas for twenty-three years now, but there will not be a twenty-fourth tomorrow.”
The Grinch monologue to his dog. Moving towards Max with a devilish expression while doing so. Making his poor dog back up in fear.
“You see, Max, tonight there’ll be a snow storm the likes of which WhoVille had never seen before. All the meteorologists in the area have confirmed it. And I can feel the wind already start to stir up.”
The Grinch had now backed Max up against the snow covered wall of the mountain.
“With all of that snow, I know just what Santa will do. He’ll have Rudolph lead his sled, just like he did in the snow storm of 64’, and the storm tonight is said to be worse than the one then. Santa will have to rely on Rudolph’s glowing nose to lead the way tonight. If we immobilize Rudolph, we get rid of Christmas.” The Grinch cried out in a devilish sneer. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Max turned his head in confusion. Just what could the Grinch mean by ‘Immobilize’.
“Come now,” The Grinch said, grabbing Max by his collar, “We have work to do for our plan tonight.” The Grinch marched his way to his door, dragging Max along with him. The door closed with a loud, deadly thud.
Some time later.
It was two full hours before Santa’s sleigh was supposed to take off. The elves were working full throttle, loading the bags with presents for little girls and boys around the world. Santa and the Missus were making one final check on the naughty and nice list to make sure everything was in order. The sleigh was out in front of the workshop, ready for the reindeer to line up in front of it.
The reindeer, having not been called on yet, were still standing in their stable, each still in their respective stalls, talking amongst themselves over the guard rails.
“I tell ya’, the big man gets bigger every year. I wanna know Mrs. Claus is feeding him.” Dasher complained, loud enough so that everyone could hear.
“Man, I swear. If that man puts on any more weight, he’ll be heavier than the presents. He already weighs more than the sled.” Blixen chuckled.
“Bit too much eggnog, not enough whisky.” Rudolph joked, his nose shining like a flood light in the stable.
Dancer, who was beside Rudolph, closed his eyes. “Gah, can ya’ lay off the nose light for a moment, buddy. You’re blinding me here.”
“Oh, sorry,” Rudolph said, dimming his nose slightly, “I’m just practicing for tonight, making sure it’s bright enough.”
“Santa already told you that you’d be leading the way.” Donner asked, leaning over to see Rudolph.
“Well, no, but I heard it was supposed to get bad later. Worse than the first time he had me in front.”
“Oh man, I heard that too. If it’s half as bad as the elves say it’s gonna be, I bet you dollars to donuts you’ll be in front.” Dancer said, slightly poking Rudolph in his side with his hoof.
Rudolph rolled his eyes. “Ehhh…Great, I can’t wait to lead the sled, freezing my ass off the whole way.”
“We’ll be freezing too ya’ know.” Prancer said, trying to make him feel better.
“Yeah, but you know as well I do that the leading deer gets the worst of it.”
“Hehehe. It’s times like this I’m really glad you have a spot light for a nose.” Vixen laughed.
“Screw you.” Rudolph snorted out, but still laughing along, knowing that his friend wasn’t being too malicious about it.
The whole stable was soon filled with laughter. The elves walking by the stable looked in for a moment to see what the fuss was about. Though, they were not the only ones to hear their laughter. Yards away, closing in on the back of the stable, was the Grinch, riding on a sled that was being pulled by Max.
The Grinch made sure to approach the stable to the side, and from the back. So that no elves walking around could see his sled, and all of the bags that were carried on it. The bags and sacks were filled to the brim with all sorts of junk food. Coffee cakes, cookies, brownies, pastries, it would be impossible to list it all. If something was calorie filled, and it could be bought at a store, the Grinch had it with him. All in the name of immobilizing Rudolph.
Max huffed and puffed at all of the weight he had to carry. Literally pounds, pounds, and pounds of calorie filled junk food on the sled, plus the Grinch, and he had to carry it all. Thankfully, the trip was nearly over. Just a few more steps and…
“Stop, Max.” The Grinch belted out, just loud enough for him to hear. They were less than a yard away from the stable now. And they could hear the reindeer inside talking, discussing the bad weather.
The Grinch got up from his sled, and sneaked over to the window in the back of the Stable. There Rudolph was, in the stable closest to the window. So close that the red light from Rudolph’s nose shined on his green face. His face twisted into a devilish smile, already feeling his plan fall perfectly into place.
He turned back to Max. “Time to isolate Rudolph.”
The reindeer were back to shooting the shit, no longer talking about the weather, but about whatever came to their minds. Though their discussion momentarily ended when the door to the stable was thrown open. “Rudolph, Mr. Claus needs you.” The Grinch cried out in a ruffle voice. Hiding to the side of the door so that they couldn’t see him.
Rudolph rolled his eyes. “I bet that’s him right now. Telling me that he needs me to be leading again.” He kicked open his stall door, and started to walk over to the stable’s exit.
“Why didn't he come here to say it?” Comet snorted.
“I dunno. Maybe he wants to soften the blow by asking in one of his heated rooms. Or maybe that fat ass had gotten so big he can’t walk to the stable’s no more.” Rudolph laughed as he neared the exit.
The rest of the reindeer started to laugh at Rudolph’s comment. They shook their heads up and down, closed their eyes, and lost themselves completely in the hysterics. They were so overcome with laughter, they didn’t notice when a green pair of hands grabbed a hold of Rudolph’s antlers, and shoved a towel into the reindeer’s snout.
Rudolph barely knew what hit him. The towel was in his face so fast that he instinctively gasped, making him take in a big whiff of chloroform. Just as darkness started to fill his vision, he looked up just in time to see the Grinch grinning down on him. And then he was out like a light.
One brief chloroform induced coma later.
Rudolph woke up with a mind splitting headache. He squinted his eyes. Once his vision became clear, he saw the Grinch staring down on him, his right hand full of sweet treats.
“Hey what a..emmpppff.” Rudolph’s mouth was forced close by the Grinch’s left hand. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He looked down to see his four legs tied together with a rope. He looked around, and saw that he was laying against the back wall of the stable. Just feet (no, inches) away from safety. Close enough to hear his friends talk, but not close enough for it to do him any good. He worriedly looked back up to the Grinch.
The Grinch loosened his grip on Rudolph's snout. “What are yommmffpph.” He was shut up by a fist full of twinkies and coffee cakes being forcibly shoved into his mouth. The cream from the twinkies, the cinnamon from the coffee cakes, the sugar from it all made his mouth water. Always one to enjoy a sweet treat, the reindeer’s appetite betrayed him in the situation. He started to instinctively chew and swallow the food. After he had consumed the first batch, the Grinch shoved another handful of the sweet treats into Rudolph’s gullet.
The Grinch had his supply of food right behind him, so that he could blindly reach back, and instantly grab a handful of fattening food, making sure that Rudolph would never have time to properly close his mouth again. He smiled as the reindeer helplessly laid there, shoving more and more food down his throat.
Handful after handful of sweet treats were shoved into the reindeer’s mouth. Sugar, cinnamon, chocolate, cream, frosting, it didn't matter, it was all shoved down Rudolph’s throat. Every calorie filled ounce of the junk food ending up in the reindeer’s stomach. Already Rudolph’s belly had grown noticeably with all of the food, and the Grinch had only just begun.
Rudolph wanted to fight back. He hated the fact that this green beast was forcing him to eat so much. He could feel himself getting fatter by the second. His belly now stuck a few inches in front of him on the ground. He wanted to resist, but there was simply nothing he could do. He tried to twist his head, but the Grinch shoved the food in regardless. He tried to spit it out, but there was so much food now that it simply slid down his throat. He gave out moans of protest, but they were far too muffled for anyone to hear.
Rudolph’s stomach grew and grew with all of the pounds of food entering in. His tummy let out gurgling sounds as it started to digest all of the sugar filled treats. His belly grew with every handful of food shoved down his mouth. It now stuck out a foot more than it did before. Rudolph’s hips also grew with his expanding belly. His left side was pinned between the snow and his fattening body, but his right love handle stuck out a good five inches from his figure. His body simply grew fatter as the Grinch saw his plan through.
The Grinch was now done with his first sack of food. He snapped his fingers, and Max dragged another one to his side. Max looked over to Rudolph, sad to see the poor reindeer get stuffed, but he knew better than to try to stop it. Least the Grinch save one of the sacks for him later.
“MEEEMMMMMBBBBGGGHH.” Rudolph screamed, but the blockage of food in his maw completely stifled his cry for help.
The Grinch laughed at the reindeer’s pitiful cries. He looked down to Rudolph’s fattening body. His brown belly now stuck out a good three feet. The top of his belly had grown a bit too, his belly now standing slightly taller than the rest of his body. His gut had grown so much now that it pressed against his tied up legs.
“Well, I suppose I can get rid of this, not like you’re going anywhere with your fat body.” The Grinch pulled the rope away, freeing Rudolph’s legs, allowing his belly to grow without restraint. After untying Rudolph, the Grinch immediately went back to feeding the reindeer.
Rudolph stretched his legs out for comfort. He could feel himself becoming weaker, as his body grew fatter. Now his ass started to take on some pounds. His rear-end grew inch by inch, soon both of his ass cheeks were a foot wide in diameter. His brown ass only continued to grow with the Grinch’s feeding. His doughy ass looking oh so huggable leaned against the cold snow.
His face started to take on some pounds as well. His cheeks grew by inches, each properly weighing a pound by themselves now. His chin line became lost in a series of double chins that led all the way down to his fattening neck. Rudolph’s vision became obscured as his face grew, fat now getting in the way of his eyes.
His legs grew fatter now too. His knees became lost in the sea of fat that was his thighs now. The fat went all the way down his shins. His hoofs slowly being buried in the fat, as his legs continued to take on the pounds.
Countless minutes passed as the Grinch continued to do his dirty work. Cool sweat poured down his green face as he hurried to stuff the reindeer with all of the food he had brought.
Rudolph’s belly now stuck out a good five feet from the rest of his body. Standing at least seven feet tall, his right hip standing a good four feet tall, and the rest of him a measly two feet. His belly dwarfed the rest of his body. His light brown belly standing like a monolith in front of the rest of his brown body. His stomach let out soft creaking and moaning noises as it stretched to make room for the ever growing surplus of food.
Fat folds ran all the way down the reindeer’s back. Big flabby folds that started at his neck, and ended at his gigantic ass. His ass cheeks were now each bigger than his body from before he started. His titanic rear-end making a large impression in the snow.
His neck was now a tube of fat and blubber. It weighed so much now that Rudolph could only barely lift his head off of the ground. His face was buried in fat too. His cheeks growing to the size of basketballs on his head, nearly covering his vision completely. Even with all of that fat though, it was clear to see his pissed-off expression. He never cried, never felt the need to even begin begging. He was angry at the start, and down right frustrated at the Grinch now.
The Grinch had several empty sacks behind him now. He pulled out several large gingerbread-man, and stuffed them down Rudolph’s gullet with the rest of the food. He grinned as he looked down to the reindeer scowling at him. Rudolph’s fat brow nearly covered his eyes in the pissed-off look, but he could still easily see the anger in the reindeer’s eyes.
Rudolph was now easily the fattest reindeer in the world. He could barely move his hooves now. But still, the Grinch kept on feeding. Enjoying himself too much to even think about stopping.
In front of the workshop.
The reindeer had lined up now. All of the positions in their jingle-bells reins being filled by one of the eight reindeer. The front loop in the reins remained empty, and the elves were now going crazy trying to find the reindeer to fill the position.
“Where the Hell is Rudolph?” One of the workers cried, hopeful that one of the other reindeer knew.
“He left the stable not too long ago. One of you called on him.” Comet snorted.
“Is he alright?” Dancer said, worried about his friend.
“It isn’t like him to run off. This is bad.” Vixen moaned, feeling his heart drop.
The elf went frantic. He turned to the others behind him. “Just look all over the damn property, we won't make this Christmas without him.” And with that, the large group of elves scattered, going off to look over every square inch of Santa’s castle.
The Grinch was in the middle of stuffing a giant cannoli down Rudolph’s throat when he heard the search parties start off. He stopped as he heard several elves shout Rudolph's name over and over. Realizing that his fun was over, he whistled over to Max, and placed the reins back on his dog. He loaded his little sled back with the sack he hadn’t used, and then to the reindeer.
“I’m afraid I must leave you, your friends just now realized you were missing no doubt. Don’t worry. I just wanted to Immobilize you, I couldn’t bear the idea of you lying in the cold like this much longer.” He took in a deep inhale. “HE IS OVER HERE, BEHIND THE STABLE!” He shouted out, he cracked his whip his Max’s back, his dog yelped, and then his sled zipped away, right before the first elf walked around the Stable’s corner.
“Rudolph what have yo…..HOLLY CANDY-CANES.” He stopped on a dime. Amazed, scared, and confused at the absolute size of Rudolph's gigantic body.
Rudolph swallowed the last bit of food in his maw. “Gettff…mefff….insssiiiidde.” He muffled out, against all of the fat on his face.
One rescue mission later.
“HEAVE-HO. HEAVE-HO. HEAVE-HO.” The elves all cried out as they pushed against Rudolph’s massive ass. Pushing him one inch at a time through the entrance at Santa’s castle.
Rudolph blushed out of embarrassment. Squirming, feeling all of the little elf hands rubbing against his doughy ass. His hooves no longer reached the floor, separated by the ground by at least three feet of fat.
The elves had rolled Rudolph over so that he rested on top of his massive belly. His belly was now the size of a pick-up. Raising the rest of his body a good six feet from the ground. His fat legs rested on top of his doughy midsection, nearly sinking into his ultra fat tummy.
All of the fat on his neck and face made it hard for him to keep his head up. Just keeping his chin up, or multiple chins, was taxing for the reindeer, but he hated the idea of the fat completely taking over, so he kept his head up.
His ass cheeks loomed over the elves, easily dwarfing them. Each of his ass cheeks were now the size of a smart car. Looking like two gigantic brown bean bags sticking out of the fat reindeer’s body.
Rudolph's stomach let out gurgling and moaning noises as it digested all of the sugar filled food. And then, a deeper rumbling sound erupted from deep within his digestive track. Not a second later, Rudolph's ass screamed.
"FFFFFRRRRGGGGGgggggHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBUUUUURRRRGGGGGPPPPHHHHhbbbbbbbbbbbFFFRRRRRGGggghhhhhhhttt." Rudolph's ass let out a gas attack that completely covered and engulfed the elves that were pushing him through the room. They all had to immediately stop, some running away from the reindeer with puffy red eyes. Rudolph jerked back as he felt the mass wave of stink leave his body. Soon he even started to gag on his own toxic fumes as they started to fill the room.
One of the elves walked up to Rudolph's face. Slightly gagging, he asked the reindeer if he needed anything.
“No thank you, I’m-UUUUURRRRPRPPPPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP-I don’t need anything. Sorry for farting on you” Rudolph said, nearly nocking the elf over with his second gas attack. The elf walked away, and already Rudolph could feel more gas build up inside of his body.
"Ugggh...when will this end." He moaned as his ass let out another gas attack that filled the room even more with his fumes. "FFFFRRRGGGHHHHHHBBBBBBBPPppppphhhgghgeeetthghghgttttfffffrrpp..." He could feel his eyes start to puff up, and the hairs inside of his nose burn away as he was forced to breath in his flatulence.
Somewhere Santa was working on something to replace his red nose for tonight. The Grinch was at his house, waiting to see if his plan worked. And here Rudolph was, unable to stop himself from filling a room with his gas.
"UUURRRPPPPGGHHHHhhhhhff." He belched out. "Well," he said, tilting his fat head, "It still beats flying around tonight." He started to chuckle to himself as he thought about the rest of his reindeer buddies, freezing their small asses off in the weather, and here he was in a big ole warm body that could beat out any cold.
"Perhaps that dude did me a favor." Rudolph smiled, thankful he wouldn't be leading tonight. "Hehahe-UUUURRRRRRPPPPPGGGHHHTT."
I wanted the full title to be 'How the Grinch Force Fed Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!', but that wouldn't fit. T^T
It was December the 24th. The Whos in WhoVille sang their songs of Holly and Merry at full volume. Every second of every hour of every day, they shouted their holiday tunes, loudly expressing their Christmas cheer. Their musical voices carried far and wide. All across snowy plains and valleys, and up the frostbitten face of Mount Crumpit, and into the home of the Grinch.
The Grinch stood on the peak of Mount Crumpit, watching and listening to the Whos polluting the air with their joy of the season. The terrible, unbroken, ear bursting sounds of their songs, keeping him up at night and making his days a living nightmare. Most of the time he stood at the peak, loathing the Whos, but today was different. The Grinch stood high and mighty with a sinister smile and joy in his eyes as he looked down on WhoVille.
Max, his loyal dog, stood behind the Grinch. Worried what his happy expression entailed for the day.
The Grinch, finally noticing Max behind him, turned to face his dog. “Max, I’ve put up with their loud Christmas for twenty-three years now, but there will not be a twenty-fourth tomorrow.”
The Grinch monologue to his dog. Moving towards Max with a devilish expression while doing so. Making his poor dog back up in fear.
“You see, Max, tonight there’ll be a snow storm the likes of which WhoVille had never seen before. All the meteorologists in the area have confirmed it. And I can feel the wind already start to stir up.”
The Grinch had now backed Max up against the snow covered wall of the mountain.
“With all of that snow, I know just what Santa will do. He’ll have Rudolph lead his sled, just like he did in the snow storm of 64’, and the storm tonight is said to be worse than the one then. Santa will have to rely on Rudolph’s glowing nose to lead the way tonight. If we immobilize Rudolph, we get rid of Christmas.” The Grinch cried out in a devilish sneer. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Max turned his head in confusion. Just what could the Grinch mean by ‘Immobilize’.
“Come now,” The Grinch said, grabbing Max by his collar, “We have work to do for our plan tonight.” The Grinch marched his way to his door, dragging Max along with him. The door closed with a loud, deadly thud.
Some time later.
It was two full hours before Santa’s sleigh was supposed to take off. The elves were working full throttle, loading the bags with presents for little girls and boys around the world. Santa and the Missus were making one final check on the naughty and nice list to make sure everything was in order. The sleigh was out in front of the workshop, ready for the reindeer to line up in front of it.
The reindeer, having not been called on yet, were still standing in their stable, each still in their respective stalls, talking amongst themselves over the guard rails.
“I tell ya’, the big man gets bigger every year. I wanna know Mrs. Claus is feeding him.” Dasher complained, loud enough so that everyone could hear.
“Man, I swear. If that man puts on any more weight, he’ll be heavier than the presents. He already weighs more than the sled.” Blixen chuckled.
“Bit too much eggnog, not enough whisky.” Rudolph joked, his nose shining like a flood light in the stable.
Dancer, who was beside Rudolph, closed his eyes. “Gah, can ya’ lay off the nose light for a moment, buddy. You’re blinding me here.”
“Oh, sorry,” Rudolph said, dimming his nose slightly, “I’m just practicing for tonight, making sure it’s bright enough.”
“Santa already told you that you’d be leading the way.” Donner asked, leaning over to see Rudolph.
“Well, no, but I heard it was supposed to get bad later. Worse than the first time he had me in front.”
“Oh man, I heard that too. If it’s half as bad as the elves say it’s gonna be, I bet you dollars to donuts you’ll be in front.” Dancer said, slightly poking Rudolph in his side with his hoof.
Rudolph rolled his eyes. “Ehhh…Great, I can’t wait to lead the sled, freezing my ass off the whole way.”
“We’ll be freezing too ya’ know.” Prancer said, trying to make him feel better.
“Yeah, but you know as well I do that the leading deer gets the worst of it.”
“Hehehe. It’s times like this I’m really glad you have a spot light for a nose.” Vixen laughed.
“Screw you.” Rudolph snorted out, but still laughing along, knowing that his friend wasn’t being too malicious about it.
The whole stable was soon filled with laughter. The elves walking by the stable looked in for a moment to see what the fuss was about. Though, they were not the only ones to hear their laughter. Yards away, closing in on the back of the stable, was the Grinch, riding on a sled that was being pulled by Max.
The Grinch made sure to approach the stable to the side, and from the back. So that no elves walking around could see his sled, and all of the bags that were carried on it. The bags and sacks were filled to the brim with all sorts of junk food. Coffee cakes, cookies, brownies, pastries, it would be impossible to list it all. If something was calorie filled, and it could be bought at a store, the Grinch had it with him. All in the name of immobilizing Rudolph.
Max huffed and puffed at all of the weight he had to carry. Literally pounds, pounds, and pounds of calorie filled junk food on the sled, plus the Grinch, and he had to carry it all. Thankfully, the trip was nearly over. Just a few more steps and…
“Stop, Max.” The Grinch belted out, just loud enough for him to hear. They were less than a yard away from the stable now. And they could hear the reindeer inside talking, discussing the bad weather.
The Grinch got up from his sled, and sneaked over to the window in the back of the Stable. There Rudolph was, in the stable closest to the window. So close that the red light from Rudolph’s nose shined on his green face. His face twisted into a devilish smile, already feeling his plan fall perfectly into place.
He turned back to Max. “Time to isolate Rudolph.”
The reindeer were back to shooting the shit, no longer talking about the weather, but about whatever came to their minds. Though their discussion momentarily ended when the door to the stable was thrown open. “Rudolph, Mr. Claus needs you.” The Grinch cried out in a ruffle voice. Hiding to the side of the door so that they couldn’t see him.
Rudolph rolled his eyes. “I bet that’s him right now. Telling me that he needs me to be leading again.” He kicked open his stall door, and started to walk over to the stable’s exit.
“Why didn't he come here to say it?” Comet snorted.
“I dunno. Maybe he wants to soften the blow by asking in one of his heated rooms. Or maybe that fat ass had gotten so big he can’t walk to the stable’s no more.” Rudolph laughed as he neared the exit.
The rest of the reindeer started to laugh at Rudolph’s comment. They shook their heads up and down, closed their eyes, and lost themselves completely in the hysterics. They were so overcome with laughter, they didn’t notice when a green pair of hands grabbed a hold of Rudolph’s antlers, and shoved a towel into the reindeer’s snout.
Rudolph barely knew what hit him. The towel was in his face so fast that he instinctively gasped, making him take in a big whiff of chloroform. Just as darkness started to fill his vision, he looked up just in time to see the Grinch grinning down on him. And then he was out like a light.
One brief chloroform induced coma later.
Rudolph woke up with a mind splitting headache. He squinted his eyes. Once his vision became clear, he saw the Grinch staring down on him, his right hand full of sweet treats.
“Hey what a..emmpppff.” Rudolph’s mouth was forced close by the Grinch’s left hand. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. He looked down to see his four legs tied together with a rope. He looked around, and saw that he was laying against the back wall of the stable. Just feet (no, inches) away from safety. Close enough to hear his friends talk, but not close enough for it to do him any good. He worriedly looked back up to the Grinch.
The Grinch loosened his grip on Rudolph's snout. “What are yommmffpph.” He was shut up by a fist full of twinkies and coffee cakes being forcibly shoved into his mouth. The cream from the twinkies, the cinnamon from the coffee cakes, the sugar from it all made his mouth water. Always one to enjoy a sweet treat, the reindeer’s appetite betrayed him in the situation. He started to instinctively chew and swallow the food. After he had consumed the first batch, the Grinch shoved another handful of the sweet treats into Rudolph’s gullet.
The Grinch had his supply of food right behind him, so that he could blindly reach back, and instantly grab a handful of fattening food, making sure that Rudolph would never have time to properly close his mouth again. He smiled as the reindeer helplessly laid there, shoving more and more food down his throat.
Handful after handful of sweet treats were shoved into the reindeer’s mouth. Sugar, cinnamon, chocolate, cream, frosting, it didn't matter, it was all shoved down Rudolph’s throat. Every calorie filled ounce of the junk food ending up in the reindeer’s stomach. Already Rudolph’s belly had grown noticeably with all of the food, and the Grinch had only just begun.
Rudolph wanted to fight back. He hated the fact that this green beast was forcing him to eat so much. He could feel himself getting fatter by the second. His belly now stuck a few inches in front of him on the ground. He wanted to resist, but there was simply nothing he could do. He tried to twist his head, but the Grinch shoved the food in regardless. He tried to spit it out, but there was so much food now that it simply slid down his throat. He gave out moans of protest, but they were far too muffled for anyone to hear.
Rudolph’s stomach grew and grew with all of the pounds of food entering in. His tummy let out gurgling sounds as it started to digest all of the sugar filled treats. His belly grew with every handful of food shoved down his mouth. It now stuck out a foot more than it did before. Rudolph’s hips also grew with his expanding belly. His left side was pinned between the snow and his fattening body, but his right love handle stuck out a good five inches from his figure. His body simply grew fatter as the Grinch saw his plan through.
The Grinch was now done with his first sack of food. He snapped his fingers, and Max dragged another one to his side. Max looked over to Rudolph, sad to see the poor reindeer get stuffed, but he knew better than to try to stop it. Least the Grinch save one of the sacks for him later.
“MEEEMMMMMBBBBGGGHH.” Rudolph screamed, but the blockage of food in his maw completely stifled his cry for help.
The Grinch laughed at the reindeer’s pitiful cries. He looked down to Rudolph’s fattening body. His brown belly now stuck out a good three feet. The top of his belly had grown a bit too, his belly now standing slightly taller than the rest of his body. His gut had grown so much now that it pressed against his tied up legs.
“Well, I suppose I can get rid of this, not like you’re going anywhere with your fat body.” The Grinch pulled the rope away, freeing Rudolph’s legs, allowing his belly to grow without restraint. After untying Rudolph, the Grinch immediately went back to feeding the reindeer.
Rudolph stretched his legs out for comfort. He could feel himself becoming weaker, as his body grew fatter. Now his ass started to take on some pounds. His rear-end grew inch by inch, soon both of his ass cheeks were a foot wide in diameter. His brown ass only continued to grow with the Grinch’s feeding. His doughy ass looking oh so huggable leaned against the cold snow.
His face started to take on some pounds as well. His cheeks grew by inches, each properly weighing a pound by themselves now. His chin line became lost in a series of double chins that led all the way down to his fattening neck. Rudolph’s vision became obscured as his face grew, fat now getting in the way of his eyes.
His legs grew fatter now too. His knees became lost in the sea of fat that was his thighs now. The fat went all the way down his shins. His hoofs slowly being buried in the fat, as his legs continued to take on the pounds.
Countless minutes passed as the Grinch continued to do his dirty work. Cool sweat poured down his green face as he hurried to stuff the reindeer with all of the food he had brought.
Rudolph’s belly now stuck out a good five feet from the rest of his body. Standing at least seven feet tall, his right hip standing a good four feet tall, and the rest of him a measly two feet. His belly dwarfed the rest of his body. His light brown belly standing like a monolith in front of the rest of his brown body. His stomach let out soft creaking and moaning noises as it stretched to make room for the ever growing surplus of food.
Fat folds ran all the way down the reindeer’s back. Big flabby folds that started at his neck, and ended at his gigantic ass. His ass cheeks were now each bigger than his body from before he started. His titanic rear-end making a large impression in the snow.
His neck was now a tube of fat and blubber. It weighed so much now that Rudolph could only barely lift his head off of the ground. His face was buried in fat too. His cheeks growing to the size of basketballs on his head, nearly covering his vision completely. Even with all of that fat though, it was clear to see his pissed-off expression. He never cried, never felt the need to even begin begging. He was angry at the start, and down right frustrated at the Grinch now.
The Grinch had several empty sacks behind him now. He pulled out several large gingerbread-man, and stuffed them down Rudolph’s gullet with the rest of the food. He grinned as he looked down to the reindeer scowling at him. Rudolph’s fat brow nearly covered his eyes in the pissed-off look, but he could still easily see the anger in the reindeer’s eyes.
Rudolph was now easily the fattest reindeer in the world. He could barely move his hooves now. But still, the Grinch kept on feeding. Enjoying himself too much to even think about stopping.
In front of the workshop.
The reindeer had lined up now. All of the positions in their jingle-bells reins being filled by one of the eight reindeer. The front loop in the reins remained empty, and the elves were now going crazy trying to find the reindeer to fill the position.
“Where the Hell is Rudolph?” One of the workers cried, hopeful that one of the other reindeer knew.
“He left the stable not too long ago. One of you called on him.” Comet snorted.
“Is he alright?” Dancer said, worried about his friend.
“It isn’t like him to run off. This is bad.” Vixen moaned, feeling his heart drop.
The elf went frantic. He turned to the others behind him. “Just look all over the damn property, we won't make this Christmas without him.” And with that, the large group of elves scattered, going off to look over every square inch of Santa’s castle.
The Grinch was in the middle of stuffing a giant cannoli down Rudolph’s throat when he heard the search parties start off. He stopped as he heard several elves shout Rudolph's name over and over. Realizing that his fun was over, he whistled over to Max, and placed the reins back on his dog. He loaded his little sled back with the sack he hadn’t used, and then to the reindeer.
“I’m afraid I must leave you, your friends just now realized you were missing no doubt. Don’t worry. I just wanted to Immobilize you, I couldn’t bear the idea of you lying in the cold like this much longer.” He took in a deep inhale. “HE IS OVER HERE, BEHIND THE STABLE!” He shouted out, he cracked his whip his Max’s back, his dog yelped, and then his sled zipped away, right before the first elf walked around the Stable’s corner.
“Rudolph what have yo…..HOLLY CANDY-CANES.” He stopped on a dime. Amazed, scared, and confused at the absolute size of Rudolph's gigantic body.
Rudolph swallowed the last bit of food in his maw. “Gettff…mefff….insssiiiidde.” He muffled out, against all of the fat on his face.
One rescue mission later.
“HEAVE-HO. HEAVE-HO. HEAVE-HO.” The elves all cried out as they pushed against Rudolph’s massive ass. Pushing him one inch at a time through the entrance at Santa’s castle.
Rudolph blushed out of embarrassment. Squirming, feeling all of the little elf hands rubbing against his doughy ass. His hooves no longer reached the floor, separated by the ground by at least three feet of fat.
The elves had rolled Rudolph over so that he rested on top of his massive belly. His belly was now the size of a pick-up. Raising the rest of his body a good six feet from the ground. His fat legs rested on top of his doughy midsection, nearly sinking into his ultra fat tummy.
All of the fat on his neck and face made it hard for him to keep his head up. Just keeping his chin up, or multiple chins, was taxing for the reindeer, but he hated the idea of the fat completely taking over, so he kept his head up.
His ass cheeks loomed over the elves, easily dwarfing them. Each of his ass cheeks were now the size of a smart car. Looking like two gigantic brown bean bags sticking out of the fat reindeer’s body.
Rudolph's stomach let out gurgling and moaning noises as it digested all of the sugar filled food. And then, a deeper rumbling sound erupted from deep within his digestive track. Not a second later, Rudolph's ass screamed.
"FFFFFRRRRGGGGGgggggHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBUUUUURRRRGGGGGPPPPHHHHhbbbbbbbbbbbFFFRRRRRGGggghhhhhhhttt." Rudolph's ass let out a gas attack that completely covered and engulfed the elves that were pushing him through the room. They all had to immediately stop, some running away from the reindeer with puffy red eyes. Rudolph jerked back as he felt the mass wave of stink leave his body. Soon he even started to gag on his own toxic fumes as they started to fill the room.
One of the elves walked up to Rudolph's face. Slightly gagging, he asked the reindeer if he needed anything.
“No thank you, I’m-UUUUURRRRPRPPPPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP-I don’t need anything. Sorry for farting on you” Rudolph said, nearly nocking the elf over with his second gas attack. The elf walked away, and already Rudolph could feel more gas build up inside of his body.
"Ugggh...when will this end." He moaned as his ass let out another gas attack that filled the room even more with his fumes. "FFFFRRRGGGHHHHHHBBBBBBBPPppppphhhgghgeeetthghghgttttfffffrrpp..." He could feel his eyes start to puff up, and the hairs inside of his nose burn away as he was forced to breath in his flatulence.
Somewhere Santa was working on something to replace his red nose for tonight. The Grinch was at his house, waiting to see if his plan worked. And here Rudolph was, unable to stop himself from filling a room with his gas.
"UUURRRPPPPGGHHHHhhhhhff." He belched out. "Well," he said, tilting his fat head, "It still beats flying around tonight." He started to chuckle to himself as he thought about the rest of his reindeer buddies, freezing their small asses off in the weather, and here he was in a big ole warm body that could beat out any cold.
"Perhaps that dude did me a favor." Rudolph smiled, thankful he wouldn't be leading tonight. "Hehahe-UUUURRRRRRPPPPPGGGHHHTT."
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