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The Red Coat

You throw caution to the wind and pull on the red coat. The woollen fabric is warm and comfortable, even though it's several sizes too large for you. It comes with a thick black belt, with a huge buckle. You put it on on a whim, along with a huge pair of red pants and some black boots, then take a look in the mirror.

You look like Santa! Well, Santa minus the beard and the belly. Maybe there's a wig and some padding that comes with the suit? You search through the pile of clothes, but you don't find anything of the sort. You scratch your chin, disturbing several whiskers in the process, and think of other places to look.

Wait. Whiskers?

You rub a hand across your chin. You have a beard - and it's growing at a preposterous rate! You turn back to the mirror, and sure enough, a thick beard has sprouted over your face. The rest of your hair has also grown longer, even your eyebrows - and it seems to be getting whiter! Within seconds, your black hair has faded to a snow-white, curly mess of strands. Your beard now stretches well down to the belt tightly fastened around your fat paunch, while your hair itself has sprouted into a mane of tangles that reaches your shoulders. Odd, you don't remember having a beer gut...

You look down in confusion, and find that while you were distracted by your hair problem, your body has swollen to massive proportions! Your stomach is tight against the fabric of the suit, and the belt, which was previously loose, now digs painfully into it. The pants now fit you perfectly, with your fat thighs and ass filling in the space that was there before. Your chubby hand moves to your face, and you discover a double-chin hidden under the thick curls of your beard. You're a fatass! And not just any fatass...

You're Santa!

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