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Christmas Exchange
— Holy shit! – Harlon stared at himself with fascination, flexing his muscles in the tight red spandex. His gaze was eager and somewhat hungry as he looked at himself, licking his lips with a certain amusement. Although that wasn't quite the Harlon Wikson he knew. But to tell the whole story, one must start from the beginning.
The Wikson family used to be very close, especially around Christmas time. It consisted of Harlan, a widower and father of two college-aged children, and Rolan, the eldest, a successful athlete with a girlfriend who was a cheerleader on the official cheerleading squad.
And then there was Caspian, thinner and more scrawny, who preferred books and artistic pursuits to strenuous sports. He also had a couple, only he was... well, another guy. Blake was his name. With a tan complexion, jet-black hair, a good pair of muscles, and a somewhat daring attitude.
It was the first time any of the sons had brought someone else to Christmas dinner, and to make matters “worse”, it was... well, a guy. Harlon wasn't homophobic, but seeing one of his sons with another man wasn't exactly what he expected.
— Are you sure Dad won't disinherit you or something? – Rolan asked his brother as they set the table. Their father pretended not to hear them from the kitchen.
— I hope not. I know it's kind of... complicated, but Blake's a good guy, and we've been together for almost two years. I wanted to introduce him and make it official. You know?
— I get it, bro. I'd bring Jen too if she didn't have to be at her parents' house. I support you, though... try to go as calmly as possible with Dad. Okay?
The man gripped the sleeve with the turkey juice too tightly and had to put it down for a moment, bringing his hand to his forehead. How would he handle the situation? His wife, who was no longer with them, was supposed to know how to deal with these things. He didn't want to be rude to Caspian or his... “friend”, but the news that his youngest son was gay and, moreover, in a relationship, hadn't been the best way to start Christmas Eve.
He wanted to be a good father, to support him and love him unconditionally, but he felt that the situation was partly overwhelming him. He wanted to understand him, he really did; he went over to one of the display cases in the house, taking a snow globe in his hands to shake it. He often did that to find answers or comfort when he didn't quite know what to do about fatherhood.
— I just want to understand him better – he murmured softly, watching the snow and silver glitter fall and float in the magical orb.
He sighed again, then went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Blake arrived around eight o'clock at night wearing a white tank top, a navy blue cap, and a demeanor far too relaxed for Harlon's liking. This was supposed to be a formal, family affair, not a damn basketball game.
— Welcome – he muttered. The burly athlete smiled warmly and shook his hand.
— It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I appreciate you having me today. My parents are in another country, and these holidays are usually lonely for me. Thank you – The guy had a slight Hispanic accent, a friendly demeanor, but... Shit. Was that sweat? Harlon had to restrain himself from wincing at the overpowering stench of sweat and testosterone emanating from the man.
— Darling! – Caspian shouted before throwing himself into the guy's arms. His father noticed the size difference, as if the other man could easily crush his son. The displays of affection between them made him somewhat uneasy, seeing his son so... delicate.
Caspian's behavior wasn't exactly a new phenomenon. Yes, he was more effeminate and delicate than other guys his age, with a high-pitched voice, a colorful wardrobe, and pop music constantly playing on his phone. But seeing them was one thing, having them both so close was quite another. Blake's chest practically pressed against his face, his hands anxious, unsure where to rest, that gaze heavy with desire…
— Why don't we just go straight to dinner? – Harlon had to intervene. Caspian nodded, taking his boyfriend's hand so he could sit down. Rolan just raised an eyebrow at the guy and his extravagant attire.
The evening progressed as expected, with a few stumbles, like an awkward conversation about who was the man and who was the woman in Caspian and Blake's relationship, but also some successes, like the nearly thirty-minute conversation between Rolan and his brother's boyfriend about sports.
But every time he saw them holding hands, whispering things in each other's ears followed by a tender laugh, that feeling of unease still lingered within him. « Please, I want to understand, please » – he reminded himself of his wish.
— Do you have room for dessert? – he asked amiably, getting up to collect some plates and heading to the kitchen for the cream cake he had prepared. Blake stood up immediately.
— Let me help you, Mr. H! – The father had no choice but to accept the help, letting the man carry the dishes to the sink while he cut some slices of the cake.
— I really want to please you, sir. Your son is important to me, and I want to show you that you can trust me.
— Thank you, I'll… keep that in mind – he said, pressing his lips together as politely as he could, placing the slices of cake on the table.
Again, a few trivial topics came up as they ate.
— It tastes delicious… Did you put anything different in it this year? – Caspian asked, savoring the dessert. Harlon just shook his head, concentrating on his plate.
— I think he might have put something in it, it is – Rolan paused, on the verge of revealing the "secret ingredient", but instead, his eyes glazed over as he looked around, confused – I… I feel… What did you put in it?
He watched fearfully as Blake's fork clattered against his plate, his gaze unsteady and unsteady.
— I don't feel... well… – Harlon felt his stomach churn, and everything began to blur and become a blur. Caspian didn't even have time to say anything before collapsing onto the table. He tried to stand, but only managed to fall backward, feeling his weight, almost like tons, slam against the floor. The world went dark around him as he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the same dining room, only... different. He remembered that in the last few moments he had been lying on the ground, but now he was sitting up, and his gaze shifted to the right to find Caspian beside him, also beginning to wake up and putting his hand to his forehead, wincing in pain.
— Damn, my head – he muttered in a slightly deeper tone, but his voice was still just as high-pitched.
Caspian didn't usually swear. Although a heavy noise, like a growl or a groan, sounded beside him, when he looked in that direction, he could see something rising from the ground, heavy and large. It was...
— Ugh… – he heard his old voice. He saw his old body stretch in pain, as if the blow of several years leading up to middle age had suddenly struck him.
But the worst part was when a scream from Rolan filled the room. His eldest son, always confident and "tough", was now frantically waving his hands around, his eyes wide as he looked him up and down, his hands coming out at his cheeks and slapping them hard with his open palm as if trying to wake himself from a dream.
— What the hell?! – Caspian jumped up, almost lunging at Rolan, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him – Why are you in my body?! Who are you?!
A confused Rolan looked at him with the same confusion and bewilderment, a single movement making the skinny boy back away.
— Why are you in my body, anyway?! – Rolan shouted again, his voice sounding more... melodious? As if that enormous body truly didn't belong to him, completely alien to him.
They stared at each other for a long time. Caspian was the first to swallow, unsure how to speak, as if the cat had eaten his tongue.
— Cas? Are you... are you in there? – Rolan nodded slowly, perplexed.
When Harlon dared to look at himself, he glanced down to find a white sleeveless shirt. He took a drag, catching the scent of sweat. He felt a cap on his head, damn it. He couldn't resist the urge to run to one of the bathrooms. Only hearing the screams of his old body and the apparent body of "Rolan" behind him did he slam the door shut, locking it.
— Puta madre – he managed to say in perfect Spanish when he saw himself in the mirror. In front of him was Blake's reflection, his brown skin, those enormous biceps, his chin… – Mierda, si que estoy guapo!
He said with a certain fascination. He didn't quite understand what was happening to him; his hands traced the lines along his sides with a deep laugh.
— Damn. I feel so young! – He heard that distinct accent coming from his lips, slapped his pecs hard, then squeezed them, but what truly dismayed him was when he lifted his armpit, taking a deep drag. The stench that had previously seemed unpleasant and nauseating now felt comforting. Warm and pungent... He took another drag, smiling. It would be much better if Cass were sniffing him like a maniac. Damn! What?!
On the other side of the house, Rolan also couldn't resist the urge to dash off to his old room and find himself in his younger brother's body, much thinner and shorter than him. He felt like a flower stem, flimsy and fragile.
— Don't play around – he said, panic in his voice. His damn fingers even looked thin and manicured. What the hell?!
He didn't judge his brother for being gay and liking feminine things, but being in his body was a completely different story. He felt so fragile, so tiny! There wasn't a trace of his old muscles; his pecs had shrunk to tiny sizes, like lemons! His face no longer exuded that natural attractiveness that could make any girl swoon. Now he was cute! What was he going to do about it?!
— Holy shit, my god, it's like… – Blake murmured as he felt his "father-in-law's" body, his new, more mature and aged pecs. He had to admit, Mr. Harlon was very well preserved. He even felt the roughness of his chin from the half-grown beard.
— Honey, I don't know if I'm okay with seeing you touch my father's body like that – Caspian said with a grimace. But the other ignored the complaint, only continuing to run his hands all over his body, a deep laugh in his ear.
— My back feels like shit, but look at this stuff! – He ran his hands back down to his pecs, bouncing them up and down with the same control of his hands, toying with them. Caspian, in his older brother's body, was flushed and furious; he had to slap him to make him stop.
— I told you that's enough – His gaze conveyed ferocity, something that never happened in his real body. Blake raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile.
— Why? What bothers you about all this? – He moved a little closer to his boyfriend, sticking out his tongue in the process to make the stupidest face he could manage. He leaned in to give him a wet kiss, heavy with saliva and using that enormous tongue he now possessed.
But all he managed to do was push him away with Caspian's newfound strength, who then ran upstairs. Blake shrugged nonchalantly; going upstairs to the main room, he was sure to find something fun to pass the time.
Caspian, on the other hand, felt a throbbing headache, as if he'd been beaten with a baseball bat. He barely managed to reach his old room to lock the door. Something he hadn't counted on (and that no one expected, of course) was that his older brother's psyche was much stronger than his own, more dominant and less fragile. He felt new impulses coursing through his skin. He hadn't returned the kiss, not because he didn't like it, but because it disgusted him somewhat, and not because of the "obvious" changes in their bodies. But because kissing a man seemed... strange.
His skin felt like it was on fire. He pulled off his shirt as best he could, revealing his thick, fleshy muscles. He had to stare at himself in the mirror, mouth agape.
— Damn – he grinned, feeling his new biceps and abs – Now I know why the girls loved it so much – he said with a mocking smile that vanished into a panicked expression. Girls? But if he liked men, that wasn't right. He had to do something, he had to- AGH! A sharp headache immobilized him, so much so that he collapsed onto the bed in agony. The veins in his neck bulged as he felt a new wave of memories and desires wash over him, as if his mind were being rewritten. He clutched the sheets around him, trying to resist.
Downstairs, Harlon emerged from the bathroom, his chest heaving. A bit of sweat glistened on his skin, and a silly grin played on his lips. He saw "Caspian" coming down the stairs, looking nervous and anxious.
— Cas, there you are – he said, grabbing him tightly by the waist to pull him closer. The thinner man pushed him aside with all the strength he could muster.
— W-wait. I'm not Caspian, and- Dad, aren't you inside? – There was fear in his voice, trying to get as far away as possible from the thunderous kisses the other was trying to give him. He inhaled for a second, only to be met with the putrid stench emanating from his brother's boyfriend.
— Dad? Pfft, what are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, honey.
What Rolan hadn't counted on was that his father was having an... intense moment in the bathroom. Surrounded by memories that seeped into him with such force that they became one, memories of Caspian panting beneath him as his hips pressed against his, their skin damp and sweaty, the scent of intimacy and masculinity filling the air. Why would he be against such great pleasures that life offered him? There was nothing wrong with feeling attraction to men, so sexy with their pecs, biceps, and smelly armpits; he loved them. And even more so if it was his sexy and delicate boyfriend whom he longed to tear in two.
— N-no, I'm serious, this is wrong, and- mfffhhhh! – Rolan couldn't even finish the sentence before being slammed into his brother-in-law's stinky armpits. He felt the stench sting inside his nostrils, he struggled but it was useless. Like a boa constrictor, the athlete kept his grip around him, tight and firm, forcing him to smell.
— That's it, darling. Take a good drag, you love daddy's smell, don't you? – he said mockingly. Rolan's eyes were watering, he felt nauseous, but the more he inhaled, the more his head spun, his legs gave way.
He felt new impulses stirring within him, a natural inclination towards submission, a yearning to kneel before a man and serve him. Rolan hadn't known how perverted his younger brother could be, and now he was enveloped by all these new memories and desires. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and beginning to lick his beloved boyfriend's armpits.
— I knew you'd get used to it quickly – It seemed as if Rolan, or rather Caspian, had been given a stimulant? His eyes were shining, almost like stars, his cheeks flushed, and he had a tent in his pants.
— Mfhhh – gasps were all that escaped his lips, his tongue sticking out.
— You don't have to say anything else, cariño – Old Harlon took the other's cheeks in his hands and kissed him desperately. They embraced each other, their lips clashing as their wet tongues met. The height difference was striking, so the older one decided to take him by the waist, lifting him so he could wrap his arms around his hips and kissing him more intensely.
They were both a chaotic mess, stumbling all over the place, bumping into the walls, the kitchen counter.
— Fuck, I don't give a fuck if your family hears us – the new Blake said breathlessly, deep and eager like a predator. Caspian nodded like crazy, rubbing himself against his boyfriend's waist so he could feel his tool against him; he wanted him to fill him up so badly.
Upstairs, the real Blake continued exploring his new body. In fact, he was getting more "comfortable".
— Bro. I look great in this – he said, laughing. He’d found a cap and a black tank top and hadn’t hesitated for a second to put them on; he felt more comfortable like this. He took a sniff of his new armpit, only catching the scent of deodorant and cologne – I wish it smelled stronger.
He grimaced. But hey, that wasn’t going to stop him from exploring himself. He knew, in a way, that it was wrong. He wanted to make a better impression on his father-in-law, and using his boyfriend’s dad’s body like this certainly wasn’t very… appropriate. But he felt almost like his hormones were boiling over, so screw it. What did it matter?
He could act like a mindless athlete in a middle-aged man’s body if he wanted. He had to admit that this style suited his father-in-law; it made him look younger and more radiant. He felt his tool throbbing, thick as a beer can and accompanied by heavy, bull-like balls. He couldn't hold out much longer.
Especially considering the noises downstairs, the loud, desperate gasps of who seemed to be "Caspian" and his old body, bellowing, desperate, and almost in heat, colliding with each other. If they were having fun, why wasn't he?
Dinner had been a complete disaster, in fact. They hadn't even eaten; each of them remained locked in their respective rooms, adjusting more to their new identities. It was as if their current bodies had absorbed them, rearranging their mindsets to make them adapt – well, all except Blake. Who, for some reason, managed to keep his psyche above Harlon's boring and somewhat outdated personality; he'd even gotten a nose piercing to look more "cool”.
Visiting gay clubs and bars to let loose with his new "mature daddy" look. And what happened to him and Caspian? Unfortunately, they had to break up. Caspian's new tastes no longer suited him. Now, inhabiting his older brother's body, he had discovered a fascination with women; their curves and other attributes seemed so captivating and... delicious.
As soon as summer vacation ended, he couldn't resist the urge to explore these new pleasures with his girlfriend, Jen. He ended up filling her again and again with his thick, creamy substance.
Now he was a success in sports, a heartbreaker with girls begging for him, powerful, masculine, and without a trace of his old identity. He still occasionally harbored a certain curiosity for men. So he could enlist any of his old friends to have their mouths serve well in worshipping a real man like himself.
And Harlon and Rolan? Well, they were together, as a couple. At first, it had been strange and contradictory, their old minds feeling how wrong things were, but their new bodies were eager to cling to each other, like magnets that couldn't stay apart for long.
With their sweaty skin pressed together, Rolan would be at Harlon's feet, literally. Desperately sucking and licking to get every last drop of his new boyfriend's rancid, acrid essence.
Rolan already felt comfortable with his slimmer, shorter figure, his perfect cheekbones, and his smooth skin, moving naturally, swaying his hips. Why would he miss his old muscles when he now had enormous buttocks that made anyone drool?
Harlon was young again. He knew his old body was already attractive, but this was different. He felt more agile, stronger, his tanned skin radiant, his biceps and pecs enormous. So damn attractive, it had been quite a sudden change, going from liking women to liking men, practically overnight. But damn, it felt so good, so comfortable.
It seemed like it had been a good Christmas exchange after all.
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Hey everyone! This is a special Christmas post, just a few more and we'll be done with this holiday season. I wanted to thank you all for the support you've given me this year; I truly appreciate it. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, surrounded by your loved ones and friends. Enjoy! And if you're going through a tough time, feeling like you can't go on or that life is kicking you, remember that nothing lasts forever, and everything always works out and gets better. Everything will be alright.
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Transformation and Reconciliation in Holiday Setting
Dipping my toe into the AI video generation waters.Think if Hallmark made a gay romance with weight gain and age progression.
An ill tempered young man gets into a scuffle with a businessman and finds himself unceremoniously fattened up and aged, and must grapple with a new reality in which he finds his life increasingly intertwined with the old man's.
Over the course of two weeks, he settles into his new life, despite his efforts to fight against it, and is faced with a free choice: return to his old life or embrace the new one. But he must wait until Christmas to make that choice.
It seems like an easy decision at first. But of course things aren't so simple.
