5th Annual TF Story Exchange (Gift for Transformee)
A gift for https://www.tumblr.com/transformee --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The light of the day was long gone as Adam left his office at 5. That was the worst part of his job around the holidays. Sure, the cold was bad, and the job itself was boring. But there was something especially soul-crushing about arriving to work when it was barely light out and leaving as it was dark, spending the whole day inside, in front of the glow of his screen instead of in the sun. I wish I had a less depressing job, he thought to himself for the seventh time today.
It wasn’t the worst job ever; at least it paid the bills and kept the lights on, but it hardly made him happy, which he often thought about. Going back to his lonely apartment in the dark, eating his dinner alone while watching Youtube videos, playing whatever the latest game was, if he hadn’t already beaten it, all of it felt alright, but none of it felt good.
Adam had short black hair with little bits of pepper, standing 6’1 or so but hardly looking imposing. He didn’t work out much, and it certainly showed. No muscle, and just a little heft around his midsection that never seemed to go away despite what he tried for occasional exercise routines. He didn’t think of himself as particularly great-looking… not compared to the men he liked reading transformation stories about. All the ‘end’ results of the stories he read were men he could drool over, big, sexy daddy types. The internet had an endless supply of them. It seemed like they were nearly a dime a dozen they were so common, and yet he knew he’d never be lucky enough to be one of them. He’d been aging fine, but hardly into the muscular, DILF type he yearned to be.
The walk to the train station was usually uneventful, which is why tonight, as he turned through an alley, he was surprised to hear the sounds of a struggle up on the roof above him. Muffled words floated down, then an odd, animalistic cry. A fire escape came to the ground level nearby, and Adam wasn’t sure what compelled him to start climbing them. Before he knew it he was at the top of the two story brick building, watching a man dressed in a classic Santa suit stroking a naked, buff, bodybuilder’s face.
“Shhh,” the Santa figure said. “Just relax. You’ll be free of those pesky worries soon.” As Adam watched, the bodybuilder’s legs and arms rapidly elongated, turning into stilt-like legs with hooves at the bottom. As he stretched them out, groaning in what sounded like pleasure, he craned his neck, only for it to stretch out too. Brown fur began swirling over his naked body, thick and heavy, and a tail flicked to life behind his new haunches. Majestic antlers spread from his head as his ears turned longer too. In what seemed like a few short, intensely arousing moments, the bodybuilder’s form had been replaced by that of a majestic, strong, and tall reindeer. Santa kept stroking the deer’s face slowly, and to Adam’s surprise, the reindeer’s long, throbbing cock unloaded all over the roof.
“What the fuck.”
Both figures turned to look at him, the reindeer’s eyes inscrutably animalistic in their expression, but the Santa figure’s—Adam could see now it wasn’t just the suit he had, but the long curly white beard and hair too—grew a little wide. “Oh poppycock,” he said with a jovial tone.
“Hang on a moment there Adam. Don’t go anywhere; I need to finish taking care of this one.” The big man patted the reindeer’s haunches and gave a little ‘Giddyup’. Somehow, Adam still found astonishment in himself when the reindeer reared up and gave a little huff… and leapt into the air and began flying away north at a gallop.
“What…” was all Adam could think to say. The whole situation was so sudden, so implausible… so hot.
“Now let’s see here. Adam… you’ve been a pretty good boy, I’d say. Wouldn’t you?”
“Uh, yeah?” Adam responded, unsure.
“And you want to stay on my nice list, right?” There was a twinkle in the old man’s eyes, the deep brownish-black eyes set deep in his rosy red and wrinkled face.
“Y-yes?”
“Good! Then let’s make a little deal. You stay on my nice list by not telling anyone about this, and I’ll get you your Christmas present a little early, how’s that sound my boy?”
Adam was pretty sure there was only one sane answer after what he had witnessed. “Alright!” he said, as enthusiastically as he could manage.
“Promise?” strange frost seemed to swirl around Adam, blue-white crystals glimmering in the air around his body.
“I promise,” he responded.
And with that, the magic snapped into place around him. A shiver ran through him as his clothes began to feel loose, falling into a pile around ankles and hanging off his shoulders. He’d never worn particularly large clothes, so for his body to suddenly be too small for even those was alarming. And it didn’t stop, the shirt falling off shoulder and exposing his naked body to the chill winter air as he kept shrinking. The world around him grew tall, the round form of Santa looming taller over him. The giant, fat fellow took a few steps towards him, black boots seeming to smash the ground as Adam kept shrinking. From six one to three feet to barely action figure sized Adam shrank, the cold nipping at his exposed body as the giant of a man approached him. He felt like he should run, but he couldn’t bring himself to move as his body continued to pull into itself and the world loomed. One huge, gloved hand reached down to pick him out of the pile of his clothes, lifting him up to the massive face of Santa.
“Ah, good. Much more portable. Don’t worry about the clothes; you won’t need them again.”
The most confusing part of the whole experience for Adam was the raging boner he had; it felt miniscule compared to the world around him, and when he came, Santa didn’t even seem to notice. The orgasm felt almost forced, his body shivering as his five inch dick shot a few small strands that didn’t even show up on Santa’s mittens.
“Oh don’t worry, that’s a side effect of my magic. It always happens. Now in the sack you go!”
And before he could squeak a protest, darkness enveloped Adam as he was tossed into the magic sack.
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The world tumbled around Adam for a long time. Dizzying darkness spun him around. It felt almost like the verge of sleep; time meant nothing to him. It seemed to stretch on for hours, and yet when light blinded him and he felt the cold ground on his feet, it seemed like no time had passed at all.
Adam blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes to adjust. Around him was a beautiful apartment, a kitchen in the corner over an island, the room he stood naked in furnished with modern, black couches and chairs, a TV sitting on the wall. A door the bedroom stood ajar in the corner. Outside, a view of palm trees and beaches.
“Where am I?” Adam asked.
“Your new home, mister influencer.”
Adam looked down at himself, expecting to see something different, but his body was the same as he had always known.
“Oh don’t worry. We’re going to make you look the part too, son.”
Frost crystals formed again around Adam, glittering yellow in the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. This time, the process was much slower. Adam felt the crystals tingle around his chest. Like coming up to air from deep underwater, his body took a deep breath, and he watched with surprise and astonishment as his chest began to grow. No, not his chest. His pecs. They grew into a heavy, muscular set of jugs that anyone would be excited to play with. Hell, he was excited to play with them! He reached to touch them, slowly stroking over the round slabs of meat until he reached his nipple, and he let out a sharp breath as his cock, already hard, spasmed. “Mm… Daddies should have sensitive nipples,” Santa said as he watched. “Good beards too.”
An itching feeling began to spread all over his face, centered on his upper lip, then spreading across his jaw. A mirror in the corner showed the deep black furry hair spreading up his chin and jaw, forming a majestic and thick beard. Underneath, his face began morphing, turning into an absolutely killer visage. He looked stern, severe, but friendly as his jaw thickened and his face broadened. His eyebrows turned bushier, matching his thick beard and giving him the perfect dad-next-door type face.
“Now let’s get the rest of your body in line with those big pecs of yours,” Santa said. Adam could feel the warmth and growth spreading from his pecs outwards. His shoulders began to bulk, growing thick, heavy caps of deltoids and spreading down to his arms. His triceps exploded, feeling thick and heavy against a growing back, while his biceps shoved forward into perfect peaks. Heavy, thick veins popped up under his skin, on his shoulders, on his arms, on his forearms. They looked like a map under the surface, tracing the path blood took to recharge his newly-formed muscles during a workout. As he flexed a little, he watched them pop.
The growth moved across his torso, and he practically felt his abs pop into existence one by one. As he moved to look down at them, he watched them flex and dance. Making them show with a flex was like second nature, despite never doing that before. Thick obliques formed on either side of his hips, running straight down to his still average-looking cock.
Adam didn’t have any time to think about that though; immediately the growth began worming its way through his ass too. A thick, meaty shelf of glutes formed. Turning to look in the mirror, looking over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but admire how his broad, v-shaped back led into his nice bubble butt. It had a bit more fat on it than the rest of him, looking somewhat less defined and more just hefty and solid. He could still make it flex, so not all fat, but the roundness of it certainly didn’t come from angular, hard muscle. Santa gave a jolly laugh. “I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to do with this new body of yours, but I thought I’d make either side to die for. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten your dick. I’m just saving the best for last.”
Words refused to leave his mouth as anything other than a low, needy moan as his legs bulked up too. They grew not as large and heavy as his upper body, but still thick and defined. A much more upper-body heavy look seemed to be what Santa thought he wanted, and he couldn’t argue if this was the result.
Frost crystals formed around his cock. This was the big finish, Adam knew. He tried to savor every second of it as the crystals gently tugged on his dick, slowly pulling at it. He could feel a similar sensation around his balls too, slowly coaxing them bigger. His nuts grew fatter and heavier, nearly the sizes of eggs. As he watched over his new thick pecs, his hard cock kept throbbing and growing. Bigger and bigger, inch by inch. It grow from five.. to six… to seven… to eight… to a whopping nine inches of thick DILF cock. It even seemed to grow fatter as he watched, another thick vein popping up on it to support all the new meat.
Those newly-grown balls pulled up tight against his body as the stimulation from his growth overwhelmed him. With a low, deep grunt, Adam came all over the floor. Shot after shot landed on the hardwood, thick and heavy. He must have shot fifteen times, each one a heavy, full load of its own as his huge balls unloaded. It was the best orgasm he’d ever felt.
“Merry Christmas, Adam. Just one more little gift for you…”
Santa pulled a few things from his sack. A red tank top, a grey hat. Fitness gear Adam would never have dreamed of wearing like this, but putting them on and flexing in the mirror… he looked like he owned them.
“Enjoy your new life. Personal trainer… influencer… hot daddy… And don’t worry. You’ll grow some nice thick body hair too, especially across that big chest of yours. It’ll only take a couple weeks. But you’ve got a photoshoot tomorrow where they want you nice and smooth.”
Memories of his new obligations and job flooded Adam’s mind, washing away all his engineering training and experience. No, no need for that. Just lift, eat, fuck, and repeat. Oh, and post a few times a day to thousands of adoring fans, all of whom would love to have a night with him. Oh, this new life was going to be real tough…
“Thanks, Santa,” Adam said with a grin.
“Stay good for the next year too!” the jolly red man said before disappearing in a shower of sparks.
Adam stretched his new muscles, admiring his new body in the mirror. He should hit the beach in a speedo. This nice California weather would be warm enough for a little tanning before the sun set in an hour…