Switching roles: Andrew and Ricky
The sound of the TV filled the room as Ricky laid spread out over the couch, one hand in his briefs playing with his soft little dick and the other hand flicking through channels, searching for something to watch. He had spent many days like this recently, lazily lounging on the couch, playing with himself, watching TV and enjoying his fill of snacks; his snacking was starting to take a little toll and his flat midsection had started to look bloated every day but he wasn’t too bothered since it was the holidays and even though he doesn’t go to the gym or work out in any way, he knew he’d lose the weight easy.
Ricky looked across the room to the small, round clock on the wall and was shocked by the time, it was 6:30 in the evening; he had spent another day lazing around on the sofa watching TV. “Huh, he should be home by now” Ricky thought to himself, his boyfriend Andrew normally got home around 6, he looked at his phone but there was no message to say he was delayed or anything.
Several minutes later, Ricky heard the loud steps of his boyfriend coming down the hallway and into their small 1-bedroom apartment. Andrew stood in the doorway, his muscular chest rising and falling under his tight work shirt from some kind of exercise.
“Sorry I'm late” he breathed, “I was shopping after work.” He set the large bags on the floor and sat down on the arm of the couch to catch his breath. Ricky looked over and peaked into the bags, in the first one was what seemed to look like a small green and red tunic and in the other a deep red coat.
“Phil has invited us to his costume party, so I thought I'd pick us up a costume each to get into the festive spirit” Andrew took a deep breath and smiled a guilty smile. He pulled a large red coat from the first bag which had a large, buckled belt wrapped around. “You can be Santa” he reached into the other bag and pulled out a smaller looking green shirt and matching green, red and white striped tights, “and I'll be your merry elf”
For a moment Ricky was speechless, he didn’t know what to say to his 6 '3, hairy, beast of a boyfriend that wanted him, a 5’2 skinny twink, to dress as Santa for a party while he dons a small elf costume and tights. “Why am I dressing up as Santa?” Ricky asked, eyeing up the costume in Andrews' strong hands. “A costume like that would look ridiculous on me”
“I think you’ll look cute. Like a young santa, before he grew a proper beard and a belly” Andrew stepped closer, laying the costume over the sofa and embracing Ricky in his strong arms. “And the clerk in the store said that every costume there, is one size fits all” he added, pulling the smaller man into his chest for a few seconds before releasing. “Also, I’m sure the tights will make my ass look great” he stood up and turned slightly and wiggled his bubble butt at Ricky in his tight work slacks.
Ricky couldn’t deny it, Andrews muscular ass would look great in the tights.
“I look ridiculous.” Ricky announced to Andrew as he wrapped the leather costume belt around his waist to hold the oversized Santa coat together. He grabbed the fake beard from the side of the bed and strapped it around his head and adjusted it slightly to cover his mouth properly then he put the hat on his head to complete the ensemble
The coat hung off his short, skinny frame and fell to his knees obscuring the matching red trousers that were bunched around his ankles. The artificial beard covered most of his face, the only part of the costume that fit him comfortably was the hat. Ricky heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Andrews' large frame filling the doorway.
“You look cute” Andrew stated, stopping into the bedroom and standing in front of the full-length mirror and adjusting the jacket of his costume. Ricky sat on the bed and drank in the sight of Andrew posing and checking himself out in the mirror.
The elf costume consisted of a dark green velvet tunic that barely reached his waist adorned with small red and white bells around the collar, a green hat with a red puff ball on the end and red white and green striped tights. The costume seemed to be a size too small, the tights seemed to be stretched over his thick thighs and the tunic that would normally be baggy on anyone else outlined his full pecs, beer belly and thicker waistline which had grown from giving into his sweet tooth at every occasion since Halloween.
He turned slightly and Ricky got a full view of Andrew's bubble butt, the tight tunic didn’t get close to it since it was stretched thin over his hips, chest and stomach. “I really like this costume, even if it is a little tight around the middle” he looked down and cupped his belly and shook it slightly.
“We’ve got plenty of time to change before the party” Ricky replied, getting up and wrapping his arms around Andrew's belly. “I think you’ll make a much better Santa than me” he whispered, running his hands over his belly and massaging his soft pecs. “You've got the body for it, and I can be your little helper” in the mirror, Ricky could see Andrews growing bulge and hungry look in his eyes focused on his body in the tight costume.
“I don’t know” Andrew looked around, “I think you look cute with the hat and beard but there’s something missing...” Andrew trailed off and saw what he was looking for on the bed. He leant over and grabbed the round pillow and pushed it into the Santa jacket. “There, your costume is complete” Andrew took a step back and admired Ricky’s costume.
Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and his eyes were drawn down to his midsection, the round pillow Andrew stuffed under the jacket gave Ricky a comically large gut that stuck out from his skinny frame. “Uh, thanks, this really completes the outfit '' Ricky chided, pushing his hands into the pillow.
“Anytime, tonight, you can be the one with the belly” Andrew chuckled, “we better get going before we’re late, Phil said he’s been working on making perfect hot chocolate and I'm not missing out on that” Andrew grabbed his phone from the bedside, checked the time and stuffed it into the tight, jingling tunic. As Ricky stared at his reflection, at the back of his mind he heard Andrew's voice echo quietly, ‘One size fits all.’
Andrew and Ricky arrived at the party several minutes later, lucky for them Phil lived quite close, they approached the front door and Andrew pushed it open and they walked in. The sounds of drunk cheers and unintelligible toasts filled the air as they entered the house, Ricky was hit by the smell of nutmeg and hot chocolate and his mouth started to water; Phil made the best homemade eggnog, and he couldn’t wait to try it.
As if right on cue, their host came around the corner and greeted them both, “welcome guys, here’s a hot chocolate and candy cane for the big elf and an eggnog and sugar cookie for little Santa” Phil handed them their warm beverages and they both took a long drink.
“fuck, Phil you make the best hot chocolate and cheers for the candy cane” Andrew put the candy cane into chocolate, gave it a stir and sucked the excess chocolate off. “you’re not helping my sweet tooth either,” he scolded jokingly.
“the best eggnog and cookies too” Ricky added after taking another long sip and a large but out of the surgery cookie.
“It’s the holidays, live a little” their generous host laughed and put his hands on his stomach, and gave it a gentle shake. “If we weren’t supposed to indulge over the holidays, gym memberships wouldn’t be so cheap in January” he grinned. As Ricky watched, he could tell that Phil’s colorful Christmas jumper and indulgent attitude was hiding a few extra pounds that weren’t there in the summer.
“Oh and if you run out of hot chocolate or eggnog or you want anything else to eat, help yourself there’s plenty to eat and drink all over the house but I’ll warn you, the sweets are pretty addictive” he smiled then walked away to greet other guests that had joined the party.
Ricky and Andrew looked down at the cups in their hands and noticed that in the span of 2 minutes they’d both eaten the candy cane and biscuit and nearly finished their drinks; feeling the Christmas spirit, Ricky looked around and found a large pot of Eggnog on the dining table in the other room next to a large plate of Santa shaped sugar cookies.
“If I’m going to look like him, I might as well play the part” Ricky said to himself, he wandered over to the dining table and stuffed a cookie into his mouth, washed it down with a full glass then filled it back up. “Ho Ho Ho” he laughed out loud as he walked around the party, making small talk with strangers and acquaintances he’d met through Andrew while stuffing his skinny face with sugar cookies and rich eggnog.
Andrew stood in the doorway and watched his already tipsy boyfriend then turned around to start mingling with his friends; the aftertaste of the hot chocolate clung to Andrew, it was the best hot chocolate he’d ever had, and he wanted more along with a peppermint candy cane to suck on.
He wandered around the party, making small talk with some new acquaintances and catching up with several friends. As he mingled around the party, Andrew felt something gnawing at him at the back of his mind, like there was something obvious he wasn’t noticing.
After about an hour and 4 cups of hot chocolate and candy canes, Andrew caught his reflection in the tall plain mirror in the dining room and noticed that after all of the hot chocolate, sweets and other party snacks, his festive costume didn’t feel any tighter on him than it did originally, instead it looked and felt somewhat looser on his arms, chest and stomach.
“mhm, the costume must’ve stretched or something” he told himself as he admired himself in the mirror, not noticing the slight difference before he walked away for a fresh cup of the creamy hot chocolate.
Ricky continued walking around the party, every time his glass was half empty, he filled it back to the top with fresh eggnog; he had lost count of how much he’d drunk after 2 hours but the cushion under his Santa jacket started to feel a little snug, so He reached in and pulled the pillow out.
“Much better” he patted his flatter stomach, feeling the bloat from the eggnog under the baggy jacket.
Ricky made his way around the party, determined to drink his body weight in the delicious eggnog and calories packed sugar cookies, not thinking of what effects it would have on his skinny frame under the baggy costume.
“Hey lil Santa, are you enjoying the party?” Phil approached him, a large glass of eggnog in one hand and a cookie in the other. “Have you lost weight?” He slurred.
“Yep! Santa’s on a new diet!” he announced, unaware of how loud he was. “It’s a new diet of sugar cookies and your amazing eggnog!” he laughed, wrapping his arm around Phil generously and pulling him in for a half hug. In the affectionate hug, Ricky noticed that he came up taller against Phil than before, but before he could really think about it the realization slipped away.
“It's working wonders!” Phil said, matching Ricky’s volume and level of excitement, “you’ve barely got a belly anymore!” he put his hand on Ricky’s mid-section and chuckled. “Still got a little way to go though!”
As Phil patted his belly, Ricky felt something strange. The T -shirt he was wearing under the costume felt a little snug around his midsection. “Must be from all of the eggnog” he thought to himself.
“I’ll see you in a bit lil Santa!” Phil let go of Ricky’s belly and walked away, disappearing into the crowd that filled his house.
Ricky looked down and ran his hand over his body and he could feel a slight softness underneath the costume then he heard Andrew's voice echo again but this time it was a little louder, as if he was closer, ‘One size fits all.’ He felt his stomach rumble then felt a strange sensation under his costume. The plain T shirt he wore started to feel like it was shrinking around his midsection, he tried to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but the buckle didn’t budge.
In a panic he continued to feel his stomach, feeling it grow softer and his t-shirt tighter as his sides started to fill out into small love handles, the feeling faded after about 2 minutes. Ricky looked around but one noticed his sudden growth, he caught his reflection in a small mirror and breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his strange growth was hidden beneath his, not as baggy costume. He also noticed that along with his belly growing, he’d grown about 6 inches in height as well.
“What the fuck is going on” he thought to himself then he felt his face start itch under the elastic Santa beard. “God, I hope I’m not allergic to this thing” he grumbled, scratching harder until he lost patience and took the beard off all together. His jawline tingled from the scratching.
He felt his stomach rumble again, so he made his way through the party to the toilet and locked the door behind him. The bathroom wasn’t the biggest, but it had a large mirror along with a spotless white sink and toilet. Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed that he looked taller than before, his jawline was red from the itching but there was a roughness to it.
“a 5 o’ clock shadow?” He whispered to himself, rubbing the stubble around his pitiful goatee.
His stomach gave another rumble, and it watched his reflection slowly grow another few inches in height along with his belly. The extra pounds were really starting to show now, Ricky noticed that his face seemed softer, his sharp jawline was softening into a double chin and the oversized costume was starting to look less baggy, especially around his belly.
Ricky tried again to remove the belt that held the costume together, but the buckle didn’t budge. He parted the jacket a little at the top to try and slip out of the costume but it was no use; behind the jacket, Ricky could feel the T shirt he wore underneath straining at the seams at his sudden growth, the stitched on the side felt like they were being pulled apart as he watched himself grow bigger and rounder. At first Ricky was concerned about his sudden growth spurt and unnatural weight gain but soon after he started growing he started to feel different about his heavier appearance; he felt that people would notice him when he entered a room since before he felt invisible most of the time, being shorter than everyone, he especially felt invisible around guys bigger than too.
After a few minutes the feeling of growing subsided and Ricky stood there admiring himself in the mirror. The 5 o'clock shadow he had grew out into a more substantial stubble covering his soft double chin and fuller cheeks. His hefty belly was extremely obvious as it pushed against the fabric of the jacket and leather belt; the trousers that came with the costume, that were bunched up around his skinny legs earlier, now clung to his meaty thighs and fat ass, they even looked a little short for him now. Ricky gave his gut a hard slap and felt his body jiggle, the variety of new feelings got his cock hard in seconds.
“Andrews not gonna believe this” he grinned, taken back by the new lower tone in his voice. He gave his gut another slap then stepped out of the bathroom where he saw Phil.
“Hey daddy Santa, where’s your little elf gone?” Phil asked in a flirty tone. Ricky couldn’t help but notice that he stood a good 3 inches taller than Phil now and his large frame made him look smaller
“Oh Andrew? I was going to ask you. If you tell me, you might get on my naughty list” he grinned at the smaller man.
Phil cheeks flushed red, “he was” he choked and cleared his throat, “he was in the dining room last time I saw him” Phil looked down, trying not to make eye contact with Ricky.
“Thanks, maybe later I’ll stuff your stocking” Ricky grinned as he walked away, as he passed Phil, he couldn’t help but give his juicy ass a firm squeeze, causing him to let out a submissive moan.
Andrew continued to admire himself in the mirror, turning slightly to see how the tight costume hugged his bulky frame. The bell covered shirt outlined his soft pecs and strong arms perfectly along with off the distinct curve of his bloated belly.
“After New Year, it’s the gym for you!” He told himself, shaking his belly, feeling his bulge stir in the tights.
Andrew felt his whole-body tingle as he took another swig of his hot chocolate, loving the mix of chocolate and alcohol and caught his reflection in the mirror again. Did his beard look a little shorter and less full? He stared at it for a moment and took another drink. He looked back to his reflection, and it didn’t look right again, this time his beard looked shorter, and his face looked fuller; strangely, he looked shorter too, like he’d shrunk about 2 inches.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” He said aloud, he was taken aback by the slightly higher pitch of his voice. He felt his cock grow harder in his tights and with each throb he watched his height slowly diminish and his facial features get smoother and younger until his beard was gone and his face was baby smooth, and his bulge throbbed harder.
“I need to deal with this before anything else shrinks” he thought to himself, grabbing his bulge then retracting his hand as if he’d been stung. He looked up at the mirror and saw a younger, chubby version of himself staring back wearing the same bell covered elf costume; his belly and love handles strained against the green tunic and his chubby thighs jiggled in the tights as they rubbed together. he nearly fell to the floor in tears as he looked between his legs for the package that made guys his size drool and beg but it wasn’t there, instead there was a pitiful little nub sandwiched between his fat thighs but ir still throbbed, begging for attention.
“This can’t be happening” he said to himself, “this can’t be real!” he reached into the pocket of the tight tunic and pulled out his wallet for confirmation that nothing had really changed. He opened it up and took his driver's license out and his worries were confirmed; the license stated his name and other important details, Andy Smith, weight: 200lbs, height 5’, as he continued, he felt his eyes begin to water then the last detail was the final straw. Date of birth: 12/ 03/ 2002. “I can’t be 21 again!” he stared, doing the math in his head, ignoring the other details.
“This can’t be happening,” he told himself repeatedly. “My name is Andrew and I’m 32 and 6’3!” he thought to himself.
Andy’s frantic thoughts were interrupted by a firm hand grabbing his ample rear and squeezing hard. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere” a deep voice whispered, Andy could smell the brandy and eggnog on his breath. “But don’t worry, Santa’s got plenty of presents in his sack for you to enjoy” the large man wrapped his arms around Andy and hugged him tight then put him down. Andy turned around and nearly fell over when he realized who was standing in front of him.
“Ricky?! What the fuck is going on!” Andy whined, drinking in the sight of his much larger, older boyfriend.
“I don’t know, boy, maybe it's these costumes” he chided, “but what I do know is, you’ll make a very nice little helper and I’ve got an important delivery to make” the much larger Ricky reached down and grabbed his impressive bulge.
Andy felt his mouth water and his mind begin to get cloudy as Ricky took his hand and walked him upstairs into one of the empty bedrooms. Hardly anybody in the party noticed or said anything about the 2 walking away together since they knew Richard and Andy to be a very sexual and open couple. Phil caught a glimpse of the 2 walking upstairs and smiled to himself and adjusted his semi in his tight jeans; wishing he could get in between the chub daddy that was Richard and the slutty little elf that was Andrew.
Phil waited a few minutes then decided to climb the stairs after them, hoping to be included in whatever sexual acts they were planning to do under his roof.
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