Bowser's Big Holiday- Part 2

Bowser, fresh off his Thanksgiving gorging, is ready to take on Christmas and all its wonderful treats, with a very predictable result. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

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"Alright Kamek, talk to me," Bowser demanded, sighing heavily. "What's the deal with this Santa Claus?"

"Ah, well…" the koopa wizard tried not to stare overlong at his huge, blubbery overlord. Thanksgiving had been an absolute debacle; the castle's stores had nearly been emptied, and Bowser was now three times the dragon turtle he was, his scales stretched over flabby rolls of fat that piled on every part of his body. As of now, his belly pooled in his lap, nearly smothering his legs.

Bowser cleared his throat, scowling down at Kamek. "What, you want a picture? Go on!"

"Ah! Sorry, Your Vastness," Kamek shook his head, looking back to his research books. "Well, let's see… Santa Claus is some kind of… miscreant, as far as I can tell."

"A miscreant?" Bowser arched his brow. 

"Yes, my liege— he breaks into people's houses, usually through their chimneys," Kamek explained. 

"Uh… huh…" the koopa king furrowed his brow. "And this is someone my son wants to see?"

"You don't approve?" Kamek asked.

Bowser shook his head fervently. "That my son looks up to a guy who breaks into houses? No! I want my boy's sights set way higher than petty robbery! If he's not conquering kingdoms, then what am I even doing here? I'd feel like a failure as a father."

"Oh!" the wizard waved off Bowser's concerns. "No, Gluttonous One! Santa doesn't just break into people's houses. People must appease him, or face his wrath."

"Eh? Oh!" Bowser perked up considerably, tearing into the last of the leftover Thanksgiving Turkey. "That's more like it! What, does he burn the house down or something if they make him angry?"

"No, no, sire. People leave out milk and cookies for him, and if he's pleased, he leaves them presents— if he's displeased, he leaves them coal," Kamek explained.

"Ah!" Bowser chuckled, thumping his huge belly, sending ripples across his expanse. "Ah, I get it! It's like a tithe, an offering, and this Santa guy's got everyone by the nose! Oh, this is sweet! For just a few trinkets, he keeps all these suckers in line, and if they don't do what he says, he gives them coal to make them burn their own houses down!" He grunted, hefting himself up as his vast weight shifted and bounced. "Gahahaha— this Santa guy has the right idea!"

"I, uhm, I'm not entirely certain that's correct…" Kamek began, but then was nearly bowled over as Bowser slammed his huge belly against the wizard.

"Are you telling me I'm wrong, Kamek?" the huge dragon turtle snarled.

"O-oh, no, no!" Kamek pressed back against the thick reams of belly fat, gasping for breath as he was temporarily smothered. "O-of course not, sire! Your ah, interpretation is, uhm better, in fact!"

"Hah! Of course it is!" Bowser eased off Kamek, and lumbered towards the door. "Assemble my subjects, and get my son! I have some announcements to make…"

Bowser Jr. was quickly ushered into his father's throne room, where Bowser was wedged into his throne, his flabby sides spilling over the arms of the throne. "Ah! My boy!" Bowser roared. "You got that list of demands for Santa all written up?"

The young koopa grinned wide. "Sure do, right here, pop!"

"Good, good, hand it over." Bowser grinned wide, dimpling his round cheeks. He glanced at the letter in his thick hand, then smirked back at his son. "Welp, you just delivered it to Santa!"

Bowser Jr. blinked. "What…?"

The obese koopa king thumped his thickly padded chest. "I'm going to be Santa! Bwahahaha— I'm taking it over, kid! Just for you. We'll be celebrating Bowsermas, and I'll be delivering all the presents. I've taken too many lumps from an annoying little twerp in red, I'm not going to take it from a second one— Santa Claus wants to show up and get his job back, he'll have to go through me."

Bowser Jr.'s face fell into a frown. "What… You? But, Dad…"

"Hey, hey, hey! Before you knock it kid, think about it— Santa, he's gotta be impartial, but I already know you're the best kid ever, so you get all the best presents, and we'll leave the scraps for all the rest of the little brats! Bahaha!"

Bowser Jr.'s eyes went wide at the prospect. "Wait, really?"

"Yep! Waddya think?"

"Dad, I think you're the best!" Bowser Jr. leapt up, plastered against the koopa king's belly. 

"Gahaha! Yeah… I am." Bowser said. He grunted as he pushed against his throne, straining to pop free of his throne pinching his wide, blubbery sides. His belly bounced tremendously when he finally pulled himself up. "Come on, you haven't even seen the best part yet!"

Bowser huffed as he waddled down the corridor to the balcony, where throngs of goombas and koopalings were gathered. He filled the balcony, part of his belly nearly tipping over the railing. "My subjects, minions, and underlings! New law in effect— Christmas cheer is now mandatory as we have pre-conquered the North Pole, and pre-captured Santa Claus!"

The announcement was met with a wave of slightly confused cheers, as some wondered what "pre-caputred" entailed.

"I know, I know, it's a little confusing for your pee-brains, but follow me," Bowser began. "I am taking over for Santa. He wants to show up in the Koopa Kingdom, he's in for one hell of a shock. So congratulations, everyone, you're all getting presents from Santa Bowser!"

That was met with much more enthusiastic applause, loud enough to rattle the castle windows.

"Yeah, I know, I'm the best," Bowser beamed. "But, there's gonna be some rules, here— one, I'm gonna need more than a handful of cookies— I'm a big king, I need big meals. Don't skimp out on me, because I know who you all are! Second, if you want your present, you gotta leave a present for the kid at the top of my list, the Prince, Bowser Jr."

The cheering had begun to subdue at this point.

"And if you don't…" Bowser leaned forward, his belly spilling over the side, and the balcony starting to groan and crack under his weight. "I'm gonna give you coal… to make it easier to burn your whole house down! Bahahaha!" He leered out at the crowd, smiling toothily and belching out smoke and fire. "Now go, my minions! Make with the holiday cheer. And remember— you better not pout, you better not cry, or I'll give you something to cry about!"

Bowser cackled as the crowd quickly dispersed, everyone tripping over one another as they rushed out of the courtyard to start with the holiday preparations. He clapped his thick arm on his son's back, grinning wide. "Get ready for the best Christmas ever, kid!"

The winter days flew by as every house in the Koopa Kingdom, under royal decree, put up tinsel, garland, and lights, stacking presents high and preparing for Santa Bowser's arrival. As it ticked down to Christmas Eve, Bowser also made ready for his preparations— he had a new outfit specifically made for his new girthy size, all red with a white fur trim just to stick it to the old Santa. He also kept up with his eating— he had a point of pride to keep up, after all; if any of the koopalings or goombas thought they'd be able to skimp and maybe snatch up any scraps he left behind, they had another thing coming. Even so, making a point did leave him with a need to get his new costume let out three times in the lead up to Christmas, just to make room for his ever-hungry, ever-expanding gut. 

Mere hours before he set off in his koopa kopter, he was going over the checklist with Kamek. 

"Alright, Your Greediness, we've upgraded the kopter for ten times its carrying capacity, and loaded a sack with presents for all of your minions and subjects," Kamek said, going over his list.

"You sorted through everyone's list, right? And got the cheapest items?" Bowser asked.

"Already accounted for, sire." 

"Alright!" Bowser grunted, hefting up his gut as much as he could, thick arms digging deep into the thick reams of scaled blubber as he tried to buckle his belt. "Let's get this show on the road! I want the boy to wake up to a mountain of presents tomorrow!"

The lard-ridden koopa approached the kopter and grimaced to himself; he could see it would be a tight fit, but then, if those stupid koopalings couldn't keep up with him, whose fault was that? He approached the white, egg-shaped vehicle and clambered in, squeezing in as much as he could— his belly, already stretching out his red suit, was spilling slightly over the top, but it didn't matter— with a bit of a stutter, the kopter roared to life, and his huge sack in hand, Bowser took off into the brisk night air.

He had been looking forward to putting Santa into his place; he had some smelly reindeer and a rickety sleigh, he had flying war machines. Santa squeezed himself down the chimney, but Bowser would kick down the door or blow a hole in the wall if he couldn't squeeze through— they knew he was coming, and if they didn't make the door big enough for their king, that was their fault, wasn't it? Most importantly, Santa could only stomach a couple cookies and a glass of milk, like some snot-nosed kid— Bowser would eat anything and everything laid out for him. He dropped off the gift, picked up the gift for Bowser Jr., and gorged himself on whatever his underlings left him, leaving not a crumb— he may be blasting holes in their walls, but he wouldn't be so rude as to turn down food offered to him, after all.

How quickly the already massive dragon turtle began to fill out; with each stop he made, he threatened the threads of his santa suit, stuffing in cookies, treats, cakes, pies, and whatever else was left for him to curry favor with the koopa king. Every part of him began to grow larger, rounder, and softer just to accommodate everything he packed away as he ate himself into an enormous, parade balloon-sized parody of himself, with vast, roiling waves of fat that were the consistency of cookie dough. His gigantic scaled avalanche of a belly billowed out in all directions, a more prominent display of holiday excess than the sack of presents he slung over his shoulder. It was supported by blubbery, trunk-sized legs, matched by a rear so immense and bulbous, it was like a pair of overstuffed pillows trying to escape his red pants. His custom-made jacket was almost useless for covering up, the red velvet and white trim clinging to a sprawling, overly plump chest squeezed by his spiked harness, and his beard covering multiple chins. 

He huffed as he hauled not just the presents, but his own mammoth weight, still greedily stuffing his face with the last house's cookies. "C'mon," he grunted as he tried squeezing into the kopter. "Dash away, dash away all, or whatever," he grumbled as he tried to force the kopter into the air. The long-suffering vehicle sputtered, and after hovering over the castle walls for a few brief moments, collapsed under Bowser's weight. The corpulent koopa king barely felt the crash, so softly padded as he had become, but he winced as he saw the kopter crushed into the snow.

"Oooh…" Bowser sucked air through his teeth. "I'll have to get Kamek to clean that up…"

"Dad?"

Bowser gasped as he turned his face, spotting Bowser Jr. peering at him from across the battlements. "Hey! You're supposed to be in bed, kid!"

"I… Wanted to watch you fly, Dad."

Bowser cast his son a knowing look. "You wanted to peek at your presents before the morning." He then smirked, dimpling his round cheeks. "Ah, you're a chip off the old block…" He sighed, looking back to the crushed kopter. "But there's no way I can finish getting all the rest of your presents…"

"Oh, well, that's okay, dad— besides, I need to get you your gift."

Bowser blinked. "Wait— what? My gift?"

"Well, yeah— I'm going to need the minions to get it up here, but with how much you've liked food lately, I thought I'd take care of Christmas dinner."

Bowser blinked, absentmindedly patting his huge belly. "...Really?"

"Yeah, I got all your favorites— in bulk."

The koopa turtle smacked his forehead, draping his huge arm over the younger koopa's shoulders, pulling him against his wide flabby side. "I'll be— You're gonna be alright, kid! You just reminded me the most important part of the holiday— my presents! Get the food out here, we're gonna start Christmas right now. Kamek can take care of the rest— you open your presents, I'm gonna try eating half a dozen hams before the sun comes up, bahaha!"