Chapter 8- Epilogue

It’s been a year since Mrs. Claus kicked Santa out of the North Pole and has taken over everything with her new “Mrs. Claus” Penny. All of the elves now call her Santa and Penny Mrs. Claus. At first, she was nervous that the elves would have an issue or that she wouldn’t be able to handle the workload. She realized that her ex wasn’t just bad at being a husband but also a Santa. It took her a month, but she was able to rework everything to make her job as Santa easier while also making the work and even lives of the elves easier so they quickly warmed up to her being the new Santa.

As for Penny, things didn’t change too much with becoming the new Mrs. Claus. Life actually got even easier than it was in that first month in the cabin. Penny had her own staff of elves to wait on her hand and foot. While the old Mrs. Claus’ job was to cook and make new recipes, Penny’s job as Mrs. Claus is to taste all of the treats that the elves and the new Santa make. The elves bring her mountains of plates with taste testing portions so she can tell them what’s good and what needs work. Santa, on the other hand, brings Penny much much more claiming that she’s bad at judging portion sizes but Penny knows that she’s lying. Penny loves it though when Santa makes the food for her to test because it’s an excuse for her to get completely stuffed during the day and have Santa call Penny her good little pig. The only thing that Penny dislikes about her role as Mrs. Claus is that she has to waddle around. Whether it’s to the kitchen for tastings or to the factory because Santa calls for her, Penny has to lumber her widening body around. Though, at the end of the day, Santa makes sure to still stuff her Mrs. Claus to make up for any lost calories.

Now, Santa has just finished her first Christmas and it went amazing. She felt so accomplished as she flew her sleigh back to the North Pole knowing that she’s brought joy to all of the children of the world, but also because she feels that she’s finally Santa. As she lands the sleigh, she is greeted by all of the elves cheering her success and in front of that crowd is an incredibly fat Mrs. Claus, wearing a red and green horizontal striped dress that looks like it could be used as a car cover for a minivan. Penny also has her hair up in a messy bun which you can tell is messy because she gave up halfway through due to her arms being so fat and heavy; she’s also wearing an apron that Santa made for her and says “Professional Taste Tester”. Mrs. Claus makes all the elves around her look like little toys which makes Santa chuckle.

Santa steps out of the sleigh and greets the elves that swarm her. After handing the reins over to one of them, Santa locks eyes with her tubby Mrs. Claus saunters her slim figure through the crowd while taking off her hat letting her long beautiful hair flow. Santa begins to take off her belt and big red and white jacket leaving her in her boots, red pants, suspenders and a tight red tank top to accentuate her curves and big breasts that she knows Mrs. Claus loves.

“Merry Christmas Santa!” Mrs. Claus says as she wraps her chubby arms around Santa.

“Thank you. How is my Mrs. Claus tonight?” Santa asks.

“Better now that you’re home. I was nervous if I’m being honest.” Mrs. Claus replies.

“Don’t worry sweetie.” Santa replies. “I trained hard for this job.” She flexes her bicep while saying it. “Just like you’ve been training for yours.” Santa pokes Mrs. Claus’ belly and gives it a good shake causing her whole body to jiggle and wobble.

“Thanks.” Mrs. Claus giggles. “Speaking of training, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten in hours.” Mrs. Claus pouts.

Santa gives Mrs. Claus a look knowing that she’s lying.

“Okay, I haven’t eaten in twenty minutes.” Mrs. Claus admits.

“Well, let’s fix that.” Mrs. Claus smirks and conjures a big sundae the size of her head for her plump Mrs. Claus to devour.

Santa walks and Mrs. Claus slowly waddles behind while inhaling the sundae. They reach their favorite spot in the North Pole which is a patio area that looks out over all of Santa’s village and has a perfect view of the Northern lights. Once Mrs. Claus catches her breath she looks up and to her surprise she sees a massive feast of all her favorites waiting. Prime rib, mashed potatoes, oven baked mac and cheese, garlic bread, fried mozzarella, donuts and even a cake.

“You planned all of this?” Mrs. Claus asks with sweat on her forehead and tears starting to well in her eyes.

“Of course.” Santa replies with one hand Mrs. Claus’ back and the other on her bulbous belly. “I wanted to celebrate the night with me beautiful pig.”

Santa leads her massive Mrs. Claus over to the table and pulls out two chairs and helps Mrs. Claus lower down on both. Santa grabs another chair and cuddles up next to Mrs. Claus as she begins to dig into the big feast that she knows is all for her. As Mrs. Claus eats, they both look up at the Northern Lights.

“I normally don’t like it when you make me walk,” Mrs. Claus mutters in between mouthfuls. “But I love this spot.”

“I know you do.” Santa replies while raising a big spoonful of mashed potatoes to her pig’s mouth. “I love it too, that’s why I wanted to do this here.”

Santa sets the spoon down, gets out of her chair and gets down on one knee. Santa pulls out a silver ring with a beautiful shimmering blue diamond that glows with magic.

“Penny.” Santa says, not trying to tear up. “This last year has been the best year of my life and I’ve lived for a long time. You’ve helped me get the body I’ve always dreamed of and introduced me to a side of myself I never knew existed. You could’ve easily waddled off once our plan to get rid of my ex was finished, but you stayed and took on the role of Mrs. Claus without hesitation. You’ve brought Christmas cheer to all of the elves and to me. I couldn’t have done any of this without you and I never want to have to. So, Penny will you officially take the role of Mrs. Claus and more importantly, be my wife?”

Mrs. Claus swallows. “Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

Santa stands back up, sliding the ring on Mrs. Claus’ chubby finger which causes her to glow giving her all of the magic and immortality that comes with being Santa’s wife. Santa hugs her huge wife, her hands not even close to touching on Mrs. Claus’ flabby back.

“And I’m not just saying yes because of the spell.” Mrs. Claus says with a smirk.

Santa reels back.

“You knew?” Santa asks in shock.

“Your spells wore off about two weeks after you kicked your ex out and became Santa.” Mrs. Claus says. “At first I was mad, but then I realized I loved being your fat pig and having all of the elves wait on me. I also learned to love you; not just because you know how to feed me and pleasure me, but also because you’re funny and kind underneath that cold muscular shell. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

Santa starts to cry. “I’m so sorry I ever cast those spells on you, but I’m so happy you love me too.”

They both wipe their tears and kiss before Mrs. Claus digs back into her huge meal.

“Wait.” Santa says. “If my magic wore off, have you just been this greedy on your own?” Santa asks with a devious smirk while she jiggles one of Mrs. Claus’ many belly rolls.

“What can I say,” Mrs. Claus replies. “Your food is just too good to resist.” She smiles as she finishes what’s left of her massive feast that could’ve fed probably six people.

“Well, then let’s get home so I can inspect what your greed and all of my cooking have done to your waistline.” Santa says.

Santa gets up and calls for a couple elves to help her get Mrs. Claus up after being completely stuffed. It takes Santa and two elves to help the whale-sized Mrs. Claus waddle back home and get into their bedroom. The elves leave and before Mrs. Claus can roll into bed, Santa makes her put on a bright red bikini that she hasn’t worn in months.

“Boy, you’re really struggling aren’t you piggy?” Santa asks, laughing.

“What do you expect?” Mrs. Claus replies, breathing heavily. “I wore this when I was only 300 pounds.”

“Haha, only?” Santa asks. “And tell me, how much does my tubby Mrs. Claus weigh now?”

“I weighed in at 650 this morning.” Mrs. Claus mutters with pride.

“My my, you really are a proper hog now.” Santa says looking at her with incredible lust.

Mrs. Claus finishes putting on the tight bikini and Santa helps her into bed and lies her on her back. Santa stands at the end of the bed and begins to strip down to her bra and panties, flexing all of her muscles while she does it. She then crawls on top of her mountain of a wife.

“I didn’t know you had abs now.” Mrs. Claus says while feeling Santa’s abdomen.

“Uh hu.” Santa says. “It’s the perfect contrast to this massive keg you call a belly.” Santa smacks Mrs. Claus’ belly. “Now, how about some desert?”