For The Sake Of Christmas
Nick snapped a quick photo of himself in one of the many mirrors scattered around the men’s changing room moments after slinging off his tank top. He’d only just finished up a gruelling workout. Shoulders and Chest it’d been today. He could feel the sweet familiar hum of blood rushing through his aching muscles as they worked to repair and grow. A feeling he’d long since become addicted to on his bodybuilding journey. So much so that even now on the 23rd of December he refused to break his routine. Still chasing the pump no matter what. No excuses Nick told himself. That’s what made him better than all the other chumps trying desperately to become half as huge as he is.
He smirked down at the picture he’d taken. He looked massive as always. If he posted it on social media Nick already knew he’d receive a flood of comments from his flock of thirsty followers. All of them saying how much they adored and admired his physique to a degree that never failed to inflate his ego. And he couldn’t blame them. If anything he loved his own body just as much as they all did. It was probably a bit narcissistic to feel but he’d worked hard for all this. He deserved to beat his meat to his own reflection every once in a while. Who wouldn’t right?
He flicked over to Instagram and created a new post with the picture he’d just taken. He captioned it “Who wants this?” knowing full well what perfect interaction bait it’d be. Finally he copied and pasted a bunch of tags from his notes app to help with the algorithm before posting it for all to see.
Comments and likes began pouring in as they always did. By the time Nick had finished changing out of his gym clothes and into something more casual, there were already tons for him to bathe in. Of course there were the standard heart and fire emojis. Then there were gym bros complimenting him on his size and definition. Girls and gays leaving thinly veiled remarks about how sexy he was and what they wanted to do to him. And practically everything else in between. He couldn’t help grinning to himself as he scrolled through them on his way out of the gym.
After arriving home and having something to eat, Nick decided to flick through some of his DMs. Sifting through all the overly sexual remarks from faceless accounts, numerous offers from brands, and genuine messages from fans either asking for advice or simply sending him praise. He replied to some as usual but as he flicked through, there was one DM that caught his eye above all the rest. It was from… Santa Claus? That was the name on the account anyway. And the profile picture certainly matched too, showing the face of a jolly old man with a bushy white beard wearing a red and white hat.
Nick’s first reaction to let out an amused chuckle. It must’ve been a parody or roleplay account going around pretending to be Santa. Before looking at the message, Nick decided to check the account out. It had just over twenty posts, all including a fat old man in a very convincing Santa costume. Whoever was behind it all had some serious dedication with all the very well made sets he’d seemingly visited. The snow and houses all looked so genuine and realistic. It was like he was actually living in a village over at the north pole. He even had people dressing up as elves in some of his photos.
With a smirk, Nick curiously returned to his DMs to see what this account could’ve possibly sent him. Upon opening it he found that ‘Santa’ he replied directly to his most recent post. Specifically the caption.
Santa: I definitely want that! Would you mind if I took you up on that offer son?
Nick squinted at the message. He’d received much weirder messages than that before of course but he couldn’t say he was expecting from an account claiming to be Santa Claus. He couldn’t tell if it was sexual or not. Or if maybe he wanted to engage in some kind of roleplay?
Nick: Sorry my man. Can’t say I’m all that into roleplaying. But if you genuinely want to get into better shape then I’ve got a few of my training programs for sale. You’d maybe have to start wearing a fake belly to keep up that cosplay though!
Satisfied with the reply, Nick was ready to move on and reply to someone else. As soon as he clicked on another DM however, Santa sent a message back. He thought of leaving it for later but somehow he felt compelled to check it right away.
Santa: Oh my dear boy. This isn’t a roleplay. I truly am the one and only Santa Claus! Though I could understand your scepticism, I assure you that I’m just as real as my request is for your body. I’ve lived for over 1,700 years. My body has been sustained purely by the magic of Christmas for all this time but finally it’s starting to give in to old age a little. As much as I love delivering joy and presents to everyone across the globe, Christmas gets that little bit harder for me every year. So I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your body instead. It’s so much younger and stronger than my own. It’d be perfect.
Needless to say, Nick was slightly stunned by the reply. This dude was really doubling down on the roleplay. It was also clear now that his initial message about borrowing Nick's body was very much literal. It took him a moment to decide how to respond or if he was going to respond at all but eventually he started typing.
Nick: Okay look. If it’ll make you happy then sure. “You can have my body”. Now you can pretend to be me all you like. Seriously though dude, I’m not into whatever this is. Please don’t message me again if you’re just going to keep trying me on with this weird roleplay stuff.
Perhaps his response was a little harsh but also understandable given the amount of weirdos he dealt with on a daily basis. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d receive another response back but low and behold another message from Santa Claus came in just a couple minutes later.
Santa: You have no idea how grateful I am for the permission. I promise I’ll take good care of your body young man.
Nick huffed. He wasn’t going to respond this time. He’d already told the guy he wasn’t going to play along. Instead he ignored it and returned to checking through his other messages for a while before eventually putting his phone down and settling into the evening. Little did he know what was now in store for him.
After an hour or so of watching TV, Nick found himself lumbering into the bedroom with heavy footsteps before tossing off his clothes and getting ready for bed. After giving his teeth a brush and setting his alarm for tomorrow morning, he slipped his enormous muscular body underneath the covers and slowed himself to drift off to sleep.
Nick found himself strangely aware of the fact that he was dreaming. He wasn’t sure how but he was completely lucid. He looked around this strange dreamscape he found himself in knowing full well that it’d been contoured up by his subconscious. Around him was a mix and match of different memories all mashed together to create a space that was uniquely made up of his own experiences. Homes he’d lived, gyms he frequented, places he’d worked. All conjoined.
It was incredible. Nick had always wondered what lucid dreaming might feel like and here he was. In a world completely of his own. So naturally, as anyone would, he began to manipulate the dream by altering his surroundings, messing with the fake people in his dream and of course granting himself a couple of superpowers. That is until something odd happened.
Santa appeared. Simply standing amidst the dreamscape in that unmistakable red and white suit. Nick guessed it was his subconscious bringing the fat jolly old man here after that weird interaction he’d had. But something seemed different. Santa seemed to pay more attention to him than all the other people his mind had conjured. As if he were more aware. So when Santa began beckoning Nick to come closer, he found himself unable to resist the temptation of curiosity. After all this was his dream. What’s the worst that could happen?
Before long Nick was standing face to face with the saint. They were a similar height, allowing their eyes to meet almost dead on. And as they stared at one another Nick found himself lost for words. He was too transfixed on the older man’s eyes to speak. They weren’t like the eyes of the other dream people. They seemed real and aware. It was almost uncanny. Nick tried to think of something to say but Santa spoke before he could.
“I must thank you again for allowing me to use your body for a greater purpose.” Santa said in a deep resonant tone that was oddly soothing. “Like I said before, I promise to take good care of it.”
Those words were enough to snap Nick out of his mild trance with a small laugh. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe that weird roleplay Santa made it into my dream.” He put his hands on his hips with a grin. “Welp. How’s about you… turn into a hat for me or something.” He said, loving his all powerful will over the domain, before flicking his wrists. But nothing happened. A hat didn’t appear where Santa was standing. The old man remained.
“Ohhh you must be confused. I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m very much real. Just the same as you.” As Santa spoke, the dreamscape around them began to shift against Nick’s will. “Your agreement, no matter how insincere, was all I needed to be able to infiltrate your body and mind. The moment you fell asleep, my body was transformed into pure magic that held my spirit. Immediately I was pulled across the globe until I found myself hovering above your hulking body. I only got to admire it for a second before I was dragged inside.” The world around them started to become unrecognisable to Nick as it melted and morphed into a winter wonderland filled with Christmas cheer and colourful lights all around.
“What the hell are you talking about?! This is my dream!” Nick shouted in confusion, trying to enforce his own will on the dreamscape again but to no avail. It was as if all the power he’d had before had been sucked right out of him.
Santa tutted and shook his head. “No. Not anymore. Now it’s my dream. You know why? Because your body belongs to me now.” He took a step closer before placing a hand on Nick’s shoulder. “And I don’t mean that in a malicious way son. This is something that needed to be done for the sake of Christmas itself.” Then without warning Santa wrapped his arms around Nick's powerful frame in a warm embrace.
Nick tried to push Santa away but it was as if all his strength had been siphoned away. It was as though his body was made of lead. All he could do was lean into the hug and allow Santa’s huge belly to press harder against his muscled stomach. He didn’t want to admit it but the hug actually felt quite good. As though this one embrace was capable of washing all his fears and doubts away. It wasn’t long before a dopey smile appeared on Nick’s face as he lost the will to resist at all. Instead he began hugging Santa back.
“There you go boy. Now you understand how important this is, don't you.” Santa pulled back briefly to give Nick a kiss on the cheek before pulling him in even harder than before. “This isn’t just about us. It’s about the whole world.” And with that something began to shift.
The line between their two bodies started to blur. As Santa continued to pull Nick tighter against his fat old frame, their spiritual forms in the dream world began to intertwine. Santa’s belly started to phase inside Nick’s body as if it were being absorbed. The older man’s arms sunk into Nick’s back while their legs drew closer. Santa’s head began to press inside Nick’s in a way that made the hunk start to groan in unforeseen pleasure. Once Santa’s belly had vanished inside Nick, their crotches began rubbing together for a moment until they started to blur together. Nick began to feel Santa’s essence flowing through his very soul. All the magic, age, wisdom and cheer filling him up. Sinking into every crevice of his mind. Before he knew it, the last of Santa’s body and costume had disappeared inside of his body leaving Nick standing alone in this new winter dreamscape.
For a moment Nick just stood slackjawd as the spirit of Santa Claus got comfortable inside of him as if Nick’s soul were nothing more than a new suit for it to wear. Then suddenly it all clicked into place. Without warning Nick couldn’t help letting out a deep groan as his clothes in the dream world began to change. He’d been wearing something plain. Just gym shorts and a shirt. But now those shorts began to extend into long baggy red slacks with suspenders that reached over his broad shoulders. All the while his shirt began to morph into a huge red and white coat that hung slightly loose even on Nick’s bulky frame. The trainers he was wearing ripped before growing into massive black boots with white fur around the rim just as a thick black belt materialised around his waist, hugging him nice and night. Then as a finishing touch a fluffy red and white Christmas hat fell directly on Nick’s head alongside a pair of glasses that tucked themselves upon his nose.
Nick began to stumble around for a second, dazed and confused as he stared down at the Santa suit. He tried to speak but the only words that came out were “Ho Ho… Ho? HO HO HO!?” He panicked as a semblance of sense returned to his mind. But it was already too late. Santa was inside of him now. Deep inside. “Ho… Ho… Ho. M-mmm… M-merry…” He tried his utmost to resist it and fight back for even the tiniest sliver of control but in the end it was no use. His lips were forced to part in a loud thunderous laugh as that cursed phased tumbled from his mouth. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HO HO HO!!”
And with that, the dream around him began to collapse. Everything simply fell away as Nick returned to consciousness in the real world.
When Nick awoke he was a long way from home. He found himself in a bedroom full to the brim with bright and cheery festive decor. His first instinct was to jump out of this unfamiliar bed and find out where the hell he was and how he’d gotten here. But his body didn’t respond. Not to him anyway. Instead he began to rise slowly in a way that he couldn’t control. Sitting up in bed with a long and deliberate stretch as a smile that wasn’t his own crept across his face. He had no control whatsoever. Like he’d been fixed into the passenger seat of his own body while someone else piloted his every move.
“Ahhhhhh… I don’t remember the last time I woke up feeling this invigorated.” His voice spoke but the words that came out weren’t his own. Nick was forced to watch as one of his hands ripped the bed sheets away to reveal his hulking body in all its glory. One hand came up to heft one of his pecs while the other glided along his abs. “Woah. No more fat to jiggle. Now that’s something.” He chuckled. Despite it being his own voice, it was like the accent behind it was different somehow. Like there was a new weight to the words he was being forced to speak.
Before long he found himself swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. Nick tried with all his might to seize some kind of control over his body but not even his fingers would obey him. It only moved to this new and foreign whim inside of him that was taking far too much pleasure in checking his body out. Flexing his arms uncontrollably. Squeezing the muscles in his legs. Groping his bubbly ass. Running his hands through the stubble that coated his face.
“Ooooo. I can’t wait to have a little fun with you.” His voice said again just as one of his hands slid over his crotch. He squeezed the outline of his cock through the tight boxer briefs before tugging on it a little. He felt the fabric of his underwear begin to tighten as blood started to rush towards his dick. The outline of his shaft grew longer and thicker. Whatever was in control of his body had him biting his lip as he pulled his waistband down just far enough the swollen tip of his cock to emerge. He grazed a thumb over it, coaxing out a single drop of precum before bringing it up to his lips and sucking his thumb clean. “But it’ll have to wait until Boxing Day. I’ve got a busy night ahead!”
The next thing Nick knew he found himself marching over towards the wardrobe at the end of the bedroom. He flung open the door and inside was an array of clothes. Some were very christmasy themed while others were a bit more ordinary. What really stood out however was the large Santa suit all the way at the back. It was identical to the one Nick had seen in his dream.
His body turned towards a mirror just off to the side before speaking again. “Wow. Now that’s a reflection I could get used to.” He hummed while spinning around to check out his body again. Only after admiring the width of his back and the handsome features that adorned his face did he stop to stare directly into his own eyes. “I know you’re still in there Nick.” The imposter said softly. “Don’t worry. It’ll feel strange for a while but eventually you’ll get used to it.”
Nick tried to speak or respond in any way that he could. To ask what the hell was happening and why. Or even just to plead for help. But he was powerless.
“I can tell you’re trying to communicate. There’s a faint pull inside my head. But whatever you’re trying to do or say, it won’t make a difference I’m afraid.” His voice spoke. “Just let me take care of you and your body Nick. You’re serving such a brilliant purpose my boy. Together we’re going to be the new Santa Claus! And all you have to do is sit back and watch.”
That’s when it all clicked. Nick couldn’t believe it’d taken him this long but the situation itself was so unbelievable that he’d struggled to comprehend it. But now it was hitting him. He didn’t understand how but… The Santa Claus had taken over his body! It was insane to even think but there was no other explanation. The mere concept caused an even greater sense of dread to crash over him.
“I know you must feel scared right now but in time you’ll come to understand that this was always your destiny. To grant me a newfound reservoir of life so that Christmas may live on for generations to come.” The body snatcher who Nick now knew was Santa said with glee. “Even your name proves it was written in the stars. You were Nick. Now you’re Saint Nicholas. And to top it all off, my magic will slow our aging to a crawl. You’ll live within me for over a thousand years!” Santa exclaimed before joyfully curling both of Nick’s massive biceps into a powerful flex.
Even if Nick could speak right now, he felt as though he’d be stunned to silence. He watched through the windows of his own eyes as his body was claimed by a man he’d believed was nothing more than fiction. No way to fight back. No way to try and resist or take back what was his. It was like he was locked inside a cage buried deep in his mind.
Santa let out a satisfied sigh. It was good to be back. Young again but still mature and stronger than ever before. That said, as much as he adored Christmas, he couldn’t wait for it to be over because as soon as his job was finished, he had a whole year ahead of him to get familiar with this new form in every way imaginable. He could finally get some use out of the gym that he’d hardly touched in decades for a start. He could inspire some of his elves to get into fitness along with him after showing off his new physique a little. Not to mention he was looking forward to spending a few nights of hot steamy passion with some male friends again after all these years.
Truth be told, there wasn’t actually a Mrs Claus. She was mainly there advertising and to give the women of the world someone to look to during Christmas as well. In honesty, Santa had always been of the male persuasion. He loved a hot hunk as much as the next helplessly gay mess. Decades back, during the first few months of the year when the present factories were shut down, Santa would go on endless escapades with other men across the world. Taking trips to countless different countries and hooking up with gays galore. Usually ones that had daddy fetishes. Some of them even asked him to dress up like Santa in a kinky way, not knowing that he was actually the real deal. Unfortunately, as he slowly got older, even that lost its luster recently as well. But now that was gonna change.
Santa was already mapping out in his head all the different places he was going to visit once Christmas was over. Thinking of all the men he was going to fuck. How many cocks he was going to suck with these pretty new lips of his. How many holes he was going to resize with this girthy new dick of his. How many loads he was gonna take up the ass. The fantasies were endless. He could hardly remember the last time he was this horny. He told himself that he wasn’t gonna blow a load until the big night was over but at this rate it was looking more and more likely he was gonna have to rub one out just to release the growing tension.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he did his cock bucked angrily against his boxer briefs but he was able to ignore its plea for attention. Instead he turned his attention back towards his suit. He grabbed the pants and suspenders first, throwing them over his shoulder before grabbing his shirt and finally pulling his iconic red and white coat off its hanger. Afterwards he swiped up his black gloves and belt before reaching down to pick up those huge black boots that’d been sitting underneath.
Santa tossed everything on the bed, looking at it all and nodding before he started getting dressed. He slipped on the shirt first before stepping into the pants and hooking them over his shoulders using the suspenders. Despite how enormous his new muscles were, the suit was still baggy on him. It used to fit his old body like a glove. He supposed that went to show just how fat he used to be if even this muscle bound form couldn’t fill out his old clothes properly. Regardless he continued. Next was the coat which he slung on with ease, digging his arms into the sleeves before rolling his shoulders a little until it felt comfortable. Next up was the belt as he wrapped it around his waist. Last time he wore it, even the loosest notch on his belt had been a little tight. Not anymore though as it pulled smaller than it had in centuries. He topped it off by tugging on a pair of socks before slipping his feet into those big heavy boots. No gloves just yet. They went on when it was time to fly. He did however grab the red hat that was sitting on his bedside table and slip it on his head. That of all things still fit perfectly.
The jolly saint marched himself back over to the mirror to see how he looked now that he was geared up. Baggy of course. He’d need to have the suit resized for next year but he could deal with it tonight. Besides that however, he looked fantastic!! He could only hope that in time, Nick would come to agree as well.
“Welp. Only a few hours now before take off.” Santa chimed after glancing at the clock. The night was fast approaching. “Suppose I might as well have a quick cig before I head out and rally those elves along.” He shrugged as he grabbed a packet of cigarettes from inside a drawer. It was a habit he’d picked up a couple facades back when smoking became popular. Luckily his magic had negated any of the negative side effects that came with it, making it harmless. As he lit up, he could only wonder how many gay dudes out there would get turned on at having a hunk like him blow a cloud of smoke in their face. He tried not to think about it too much with how eager his dick was. But it lingered with every drag he took.
Soon he told himself. Soon he’d get to have the time of his life. Living it up in this new body for centuries to come. First he just had to make it through this Christmas. After that, Santa could finally enjoy his new present.
