December 2023 Prompt: The Gift that Keeps on Giving.

Contains: Extreme Weight Gain, Muscle growth, macro, reality changing, female to male tf, slob. hirsute.

In a small rural town, the holiday season had taken hold of the populace with banners and pop-up stores scattered across the secluded town. Most residents had gotten fatigued by the constant blaring music and blinding decorations within the first few days. Not that anyone was a Grinch or Scrooge, it was just having the lit-up decorations rivalling the sun at three in the morning was getting on some nerves. However, there was one man who took on the holiday with cheer every year no matter what.

Nicholas “Nick” DeWinter was a young man, fresh out of college and back home now with a job at one of the local businesses that helped make up the sleepy town. Now that he was fully graduated and had a pay cheque, Nick wanted to treat his family, friends and even coworkers with gifts… only he didn’t count on being dirt broke.

Having blown most of his first cheque on repairs, groceries, and rent, Nick found himself rushing through the limited stores to try and find any last-minute gifts. As he passed shelves and kiosks, the young man was disappointed to see everything was either overpriced, not fitting the target audience at all, or just cheap garbage that would be an insult to his enemy. Wanting to get the people in his life things they would like to receive, Nick found himself searching through the various pop-up stores that had cropped up for the season.

Finding himself at the final pop-up store, remembering when the space had been a Halloween store not a few months ago, Nick walked in with a prayer that there was something, anything that he could gift that wouldn’t bankrupt him nor insult the people he cared for. Walking through the store, Nick found there wasn’t anything save for the usual Christmas displays. Albeit, Nick noticed a few more risqué displays, such as a cardboard cut-out depicting a muscular Santa caught mid-flex.

Nick was so caught up looking at the drawn detail of the huge silver-haired man, particularly the bulge straining the red and white jockstrap, that he didn’t notice anyone else in the store. At least until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Jumping around and letting out a rather undignified yelp, Nick found himself bumping into the oddly warm cutout as he looked at the other person.

“Hey, sorry to scare you. You looked like you needed some help,” The guy asked, looking to be the store assistant, his slim figure dressed in a stereotypical elf costume from the pointed red hat to the curled green shoes. On the chest of his green shirt was a name tag that was part of the season as it claimed his name was ‘Jingle’.

“Ah, no need to apologise. I just… never expected to see... well, a buff Santa,” Nick said, unable to keep from laughing nervously as he gestured to the impressive cut-out.

“Yeah, we’re a pretty unique store,” Jingle said, letting out a laugh. “But do you need help looking for a gift?”

“Well… I’m a bit strapped for cash this year. I still want to gift my friends and family good gifts, the only people I have covered are my grandfather, brother-in-law and nephew,” Nick admitted, sighing a bit as he knew it would be a long shot finding something good here, especially since he could see some of the prices were clear out his price range. Jingle hummed a bit before snapping his fingers.

“We have a special gift offer that might be up your alley. Come to the counter and I’ll show you what we have,” Jingle said, guiding Nick through the store to the back where there was the cash point. Going through the shelves, Nick noticed the items on display, ranging from the usual baubles and decorations to the Christmas-themed knick-knacks like bobbleheads of Father Christmas and Snowmen, to the almost ludicrous costume bags which had drawn reindeer with bulging muscles wearing but harnesses and shorts. He gets there’s a market for the ‘sexy’ Christmas costumes, but some of these were pushing the line. Coming up to the counter, Jingle went behind and reached down for something before pulling out some papers.

“Okay, we have the offer of the Santa Special,” Jingle said, spreading out one of the forms across the counter. “With it, you just have to pay for a single special gift, which will cover all the items in the order including wrapping and shipping.”

Looking the form over, Nick was shocked to see that for only fifteen dollars, he could cover thirty gifts from here. Looking it over, he saw how it even covered shipping out of state and even guaranteed overnight delivery. Whilst that would be great, Nick found himself thinking of how there had to be a catch. Looking over for some hidden clause or fine print that would screw him over, Nick looked up back at Jingle.

“Okay, I give up. What’s the catch?” Nick asked. He knew he didn’t really have many options left, but it was better to make sure he had some insurance so that the gifts wouldn’t be either bad quality or just a scam. Jingle did seem to cringe, making Nick dread the answer.

“Well, whilst the gifts are of good quality and all come with warranties. I’m afraid you have to pick from this list of items,” Jingle said, handing over another paper to Nick. The shopper looked over the paper, seeing the items on offer. They looked like impressive stuff including things he knew people needed like a dining room set, good clothing, and appliances. It was all on the list. However, there was one section that seemed to have been reserved for the ‘special gifts’ which were like the weird things he saw early like jockstraps and even a Christmas-themed weight set.

“And this is all just for fifteen dollars?” Nick asked, looking over the stuff more as he tried to see the fault with anything. The items all had brand names he didn’t recognise though that weren’t knock offs of more well-known brands. “And what is ’Saint Nick’s Gifts’? A lot of the stuff has that as the brand name,”

“It’s part of our parent company. Think like those Italian mega-stores,” Jingle said. “And yeah, all for fifteen dollars. It’s our limited Christmas special so that everyone can enjoy it no matter what. Though as I said, you have to include one of the Special Gifts. Plenty of guys use it as a gag gift, or even for fun. My boyfriend was really happy with his gift last Christmas,” Jingle said with a light laugh, clearly caught up in the memory.

Nick cleared his throat, clearly not prepared for the store clerk to be lost in recollection, especially when it was clear that the guy was caught up in an arousing memory. “A-Anyway, I just need to pick one and that’s it?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll get the forms you can fill out and then everything will be sorted once you pay,” Jingle said, himself blushing as he realised he hadn’t been professional. Pulling out some forms, Jingle handed them over to Nick who got to work on them. Seeing the main form was on his details, and that the form had a data protection clause, Nick got to work filling out what he needed as he selected the gifts. Going through most of the needed gifts, he found himself circling back to whom he had to send one of those ‘Special Gifts’. He eventually came to his neighbour Justin whom he had a Secret Santa gift exchange, deciding a pack of the Christmas-themed jockstraps would be a good joke.

“Here you go,” Nick said, handing back the forms and the money. Jingle gave a quick overview of everything before filing away.

“And you agree to the terms that we’ll message you once the gifts are sent out?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, that’s all we need then. We’ll wrap and send the gifts out tonight, Happy Holidays.”

“Thanks. Same to you.”

As Nick walked out, relieved he got everything sorted, he couldn’t shake the odd feeling that he missed something.

——————

Waking up early the next morning, Nick groaned as he stretched in bed, trying to think of what he had to do that day. He knew he had to stop by work to help out before heading to his parent’s place for lunch.

Going through the usual routine of freshening up and getting changed, Nick glanced at his phone to see a message that all gifts had been delivered, along with a number to call to order more.

“A bit premature, at least let me see how everyone likes the gifts,” Nick thought aloud, shaking his head as he threw on his coat before stepping out of the house. As he locked the door, he caught something in the corner of his eye. Turning around, Nick gasped and dropped his keys at what he saw.

Across the lawn of the other house was a huge hulking man. Impossible huge as his muscles swollen out with untold mass. The titanic man’s body was bare and exposed despite the cool air, heaving muscles covered in a layer of ginger hair, glistening with sweat as the huge bulbous chest had erect nipples pointed down. Going to the bearded face that was atop the broad shoulders that would barely fit through the garage door, Nick was shocked to see it was his neighbour, Justin.

“J-Justin?” Nick said, alarmed at the radical change. He had seen Justin last night when he got home. The rail-thin man had been coming home from a family dinner, humming Christmas tunes as he went inside. Now the huge hulk couldn’t hope to squeeze his dense arm through the puny front door.

“Hey, Nick. Good to see you, I wanted to thank you for the gift,” The huge Hulk said as he walked closer to the boundary between the yards. The ground shook not only from the hulk’s heavy footfalls, but Nick swore even the deep baritone shook him too. The smaller man was confused about what Justin meant before he glanced down, following the dense treasure trail from the hard ridges of Justin’s eye-level pecs to the almost obscene bulge that was only covered by the tight red cloth. Nick realised it was the jockstrap he saw at the store yesterday, though more than larger and stretched to the max as it contained the easily arm-length cock.

“Y-You’re huge!” Nick just blurted out, blushing at the obvious statement. The immense Justin let out a deep chuckle before bringing a thick arm up in a flex. The dense hairy bicep bulged out as Justin exposed his dense armpit hair.

“Yeah been hitting the gym, been tough with how small they are,” Justin commented, smirking before he reached his other hand down to play with his bulge. “Though it’s good you found something that fits me. Been tough getting around without the sheriff hitting me with nudity tickets.”

“Uhh. Yeah… I’m glad they fit,” Nick said, backing up. Even as he took a few steps back, all he could see was the impressive Hulk, especially as Justin huffed and felt up his colossal form. “I uh, gotta get to work. See you,”

“See ya too, I’m gonna hit the club. Give this gift and some of the guys there a good stretch,” Justin said, giving Nick a wink before turning around. Looking at the broad back that rivalled a barn, with dense hair that made him think of a gorilla, Nick blushed when he saw Justin’s huge bubble butt. The massive hairy cheeks bounced with every earth-cracking step the giant man took.

‘I must still be dreaming…’ Nick thought, shaking his head as he headed for his car, having to stop to pick up his keys. Getting into the car and driving to work, Nick tried to focus even as he thought more of what he saw. He considered if maybe he had gone crazy or not, though Nick was sure what he saw was real. Parking the car at his work garage and heading to the elevator, Nick was lost in thought over it all. As he got in the lift, he couldn’t help but notice the lingering smell of sweat like what Justin had around him. Before he could consider if Justin’s musk was on him, the doors opened on his floor, a deep roar-like sound echoing in the office.

“What the Hell?” Nick rushed out of the lift, trying to see what could have made that noise, stopping in his tracks when he saw the office layout. The cubicles were lined up as usual, though the spacing between had been made wider as something slick was stained across the walls. The source, being obvious as where there was the office supervisor’s private room, was now an empty floor plan taken up by the fattest man he’d ever seen.

The enormous blobby man said on the carpeted floor, huge fat thighs rolling out from his as it was clear the man’s gigantic ass cheeks were pressed against the far back glass walls, creaking them slightly from the intense pressure as they fogged up against his humid body heat. The massive flabby gut rolled out past the immense legs, pooling out and almost knocking over one of the close by cubicles. Looking up past the beanbag-sized moobs and fat arms that could easily smother Nick, the smaller man gasped at the round face. Even as it was framed with multiple chins and cheeks that would rival a human-sized chipmunk's, Nick saw the face of his supervisor Mr. Carlton. Walking up to the huge man, Nick watched his boss lifting a fat arm to wipe his sweaty face before another belch rumbled out of the blob, shaking the floor as the few workers just kept going on.

“M. Mr. Carlton?!” Nick asked, surprising the huge blob as the immense blubber-packed man looked down at Nick. Not only was the man fat enough to easily rival a car in sheer weight. Nick was sure that if the man was standing on his fat feet, straining the dress shoes that looked more like repurposed briefcases, the supervisor would risk hitting the ten-foot ceilings. Nick was sure he saw some dents on the ceiling when he came in.

“Nick! Just the little guy I wanted to see,” The immense man said, patting his fat body. The blubber form shook widely from the touch as Nick tried not to look directly at it, trying to keep his eyes on Mr Carlton’s flabby face.

“Oh? I hope everything is okay,” Nick said, trying to think what the gigantic man would want to see him for, especially since Nick hadn’t done anything wrong that he knew of. Then again, watching the huge man lick his lips, Nick worried if he was to be made a meal.

“I want to thank you for the Christmas gift you sent me,”

“Huh?” Nick was thrown by the comment. He remembers Mr. Carlton as a no-nonsense man who so long as you submitted on time. He barely thanked anyone. Recalling what he sent the man, Nick smiled, relieved his goodwill paid off a bit. “Well, I’m glad. I wasn’t sure if you’d like the Vitamix.”

“Mixer? What are you talking about? I mean the jocks,” The huge man said, confused before leaning aside. The monolith supervisor’s body shifting. A thick stench of gas wafting out from under him as Nick noticed across his huge ass and thighs were straps of a jockstrap—the same colour as what he ordered for Justin.

‘Crap.’

“Oh, I guess I must have mentally confused a bit, glad you like them boss,” Nick said, mentally panicking as apparently the gifts he got for people were doing things. “I gotta head to my desk and finish work.”

“That’s good,” Mr Carlton said as he sat back down properly, his flab spreading out. The immense man reached under his moob and pulled out a sweat soaked foot long sandwich. As the huge man bit into it, Nick backed off before heading to his cubicle as quickly as he could without actually running. Moving into the cubicle, Nick didn’t waste a second before pulling out his mobile and dealing the number for the store.

“Hello-“

“What the Hell did you guys do?!” Nick whispered into his phone, glancing back out of his cubicle as Mr Carlton let out another rumbling belch.

“Ah, Mr. DeWinter. Were the gifts well received?” Jingle said, clearly not bothered by Nick’s clear anger. Which only aggravated Nick more.

“Why the hell are my neighbour and boss huge? And I know I didn’t give my boss those jockstraps!” Nick said, trying to calm down as a few passing coworkers glanced over at him.

“Ah yes. The jockstraps were our speciality. Giving grown men the support they need,” Jingle said, not answering as the sound of typing was heard over the line. “And about the change in gifts, it seemed we ran out of the blenders and you had selected the replacement gift option.”

“Replacement option?”

“Yes, if an item selected is out of stock, we replace the gift with another item. This is usually from the Special Gift section. The items are picked to make the receiver happy,” Jingle said.

“What? But that’s not even… but why are they gigantic? I don’t even think they can fit into a room?”

“Are they happy?” Jingle asked. The simple question made Nick pause as he glanced out of his cubicle to look at his massive boss. From where the massive man sat, Nick watched as one of the other workers had scaled up the huge blubber-packed supervisor, resting on one of Carlton's immense moobs as he fed the boss from a tray they usually reserve for events.

Letting out a sigh, Nick couldn’t argue that. “Okay, I guess so just… wait,” Nick froze, a sudden chill going through him as he realised something. “Were any of the other gifts replaced?”

“Let me check, please hold,”

Nick held his breath. He tried to focus on how it might not be too bad. He didn’t repeat any of the gifts when he ordered, so the chances are none of them had also run out of stock. He could relax and calm down.

“Thank you for holding,” Jingle spoke up again, only to dash whatever hope he had as the store clerk spoke. “I reviewed the order, and it would seem other items had been out of stock.”

Biting back a curse, Nick tried to calm down as he focused. “Okay. Which gifts were replaced?”

“All of them.”

“What?” Nick froze, his mind grinding to a halt as he tried to pretend he misheard. Only for Jingle to repeat what he said, confirming Nick’s fear. The office worker remained frozen, even as the building shaking fart his boss let out caused him to drop the phone.

————-

Nick was driving up to his parent’s home, the feeling of dread never leaving as he tried to force some sense of calm. Even as the day only progressed worse and worse.

The call with Jingle had shaken him, not helped. After picking up his mobile and hanging up, he rushed out of the office to the bathroom to FaceTime his sister. He hoped she was okay as Nick wondered if Diane’s husband had grown fat or muscular. Nick was thrown when the screen was filled with a massive man’s face.

“Hey little Nicky, what’s up?” The man spoke up, a deep voice causing Nick’s speaker to crack. Even though he couldn’t see the whole man’s body, Nick saw past the huge man’s bearded face and broad shoulders, he was level with a second-story window.

The call had been nerve-wracking as his once small sister was now a huge beast of a man. Now Dan talked about how he loved the gift and how he and Luke would be having fun later. Trying not to shudder at the fate of his brother-in-law, hoping he'd be standing when he went to visit tomorrow, Nick drove the car up his parent’s driveway. Parking his car, Nick couldn't help but notice his grandparent’s car wasn’t there already.

“Maybe they’re running late,” Nick hopped as he left the car and walked up to the house. Getting closer, he heard weird noises coming from behind the house where the barn was. Walking around the house, Nick tried to ignore how this felt like a horror movie as he got closer to the backyard.

“Fuck!” Nick cursed when he saw what there was.

Seated beside a fire and what looked to be a trough filled with food were two large men. Nick realised they were his parents, now both huge men. The one he knew was his father was massively fat, his chest and belly covered in salt and pepper hair as his fat spread out on the ground, a dense bushy beard covered in a sauce as the man ate a turkey like it was a chicken wing. Seated beside the older man was a hulking behemoth that he recognised as used to be his mother, rubbing the fat blob’s belly with a hand that could have covered Nick’s chest. The immense figure was packed with size and muscle that Nick was sure if his hulking parent and Justin were the same height, Justin would be a twig compared to the massive beast.

So lost in the sight of his new gigantic dads, Nick almost didn’t notice someone walking up to him. Turning, Nick was relieved to see it was his grandfather. The older man smiled as he came to his grandson.

“Nick, so good to see you,” Grandad Lou said. The portly man dressed in an absurd holiday sweater, though the older man was the same as he was yesterday, Nick was relieved to see no changes to the family patriarch. “You usually look more cheery this time of year.”

“It’s great to see you, Granddad. Things have just been hectic with… work and the like,” Nick said, letting out a sigh as he walked with his grandfather, glancing to the site of his immense dads waving, though more focused on each other. “I just can’t believe…”

“Oh Nick, I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Lou said, thinking Nick was tired of being single rather than still shocked by his hill-sized parents. “Why, I still remember when I and Bruce met,”

“Wait, what?” Nick asked, looking to his grandfather to question who was Bruce. Only to freeze when a massive hand reached over the large barn. He watched as more of the figure came into view, an impossibly immense man towering high over the house and men. Clad in nothing save for a jockstrap and harness, both straining against the colossal mass, the giant was a mix of fat and muscle. His tree-crushing legs and car-sized arms pulsed with muscle and pipe-thick veins. The main body was packed with fat, huge moobs and a boulder-sized gut that could easily crush the house if the massive giant leaned too much. Seeing the massive man covered in white hair and dense beard, the harness and jock bright red, Nick wondered if the impossibly huge man was Santa. His answer came as the deep earth-like voice spoke up.

“THERE’S MY LITTLE GRANDSON!” The huge man said, voice rumbling the earth as the giant looked down. Realising the huge giant was who was once Nick’s small grandmother, Nick wondered if he could just call it now and drive home. “LOU HONEY, GIVE NICK HIS GIFT.”

“You don’t have to,” Nick said, forcing a smile as his normal-sized grandfather offered a gift box to him.

“We insist, Bruce and I thought you would enjoy it,” Lou said, smiling as Nick took the gift. The older man patted him on the back before he went off to the colossal giant. Nick watched as the immense Bruce crouched down, the massive gut bouncing as it touched the ground before the giant reached down to pick up the older man.

“This can’t get any weirder,” Nick said with a sigh as he unwrapped the gift, not noticing the “Saint Nick’s Gifts” tag on the bottom.