Christmas Presents

“I thought we weren’t trading presents this year…” I held the nicely wrapped Christmas present Travis had given me. “You told me you didn’t want to do anything.”

“I know,” Travis grinned. “But when I saw it I just knew you had to have it. Go on open it.”

I shook my head at him. He always did things like this. He’d tell me that we weren’t doing something and then go and do it anyways. It always made me feel a bit like an ass but at the same time I couldn’t help but blame him. I wasn’t the one who said we weren’t doing presents. ‘Whatever…’ I told myself and turned my attention back to the present. It was wrapped far better than Travis normally did so I figured he must have gotten it wrapped at the mall or something. I tore at the paper and opened the lid of the box.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

I just stared. “A football jersey?” I asked. And it didn’t even look like it was my size. If anything it was several sizes too large for me. I held it across my chest and it nearly worked better as a dress than a shirt. ‘I don’t even like football…’ I kept the thought to myself as I put it back down in the box. “Thank you,” I said politely.

“Your welcome! Try it on!” he leaned forward, prodding at me to actually try the jersey on. I grimaced at the idea. But it would only take a second so I took off my hoodie and pulled the jersey over my head. It was oddly comfortable. I was used to wearing clothes about a size or two too big during the winter and it actually felt pretty nice. “It looks good!” Travis complemented. “Really good.”

“Yeah…?” I asked a little quizzically. I didn’t wear things like this. Standing up I spun around trying to get used to the thing. The longer I wore it the more comfortable it seemed to feel. 

“Yeah…” Travis bit the bottom of his lip and trailed off. His legs pushed further apart making room for his dick. 

“Dude. I’m not interested,” I don’t know how many times I had to tell him that. He just never seemed to get it. It’s not like Travis was a bad guy, just a little too horny for his own good. Be around him for more than a few minutes and he would start hitting on you. 

“I know. I know,” Travis groaned. “Your ‘straight’. All I’m saying is that you should try something before you say you don’t like it. The world would be such a boring place if we didn’t try new things.” He leaned back in the couch and shrugged with that stupid cocky grin on his face. “Maybe you’ll like it,” his finger twirled in the air and I felt my ass pucker just from the implication.

“I’m alright,” I shook my head. “Want anything from the kitchen?” I asked. My stomach felt oddly empty and I wanted something to snack on. My first choice was always potato chips but right now that didn’t seem to sound too good to me. I don’t know what it was but the salty flavor just didn’t sound as appealing as normal. I was on a diet and needed to make sure that I still ate pretty healthy. I went to the fridge and found some carrots and low fat ranch dressing. Mom had been following the directions for the meal plan too… I groaned but low fat ranch was better than no ranch.

Pulling them out, I kicked the door closed and headed back to the living room. However the mirror caught my eye. Something about it seemed wrong. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention to it as it was pretty high up on the wall. But something about it pulled him closer. I looked over my squarish jaw, running my fingers through the light hair that had grown in. “Forgot to shave…” I muttered. “Doesn’t look half bad. Maybe I should grow it out…” A grin crossed my face at the thought of it. I normally couldn’t grow too much facial hair but this seemed to be growing in really nicely. “Eh,” I shrugged and went back to the living room and plopped on the couch.

“Glad you like my present,” Travis gloated. I could see the stupid grin across his face. He knew I loved the Packers. The green, gold and white jersey looked great on me and he even paid to have my name embroidered on the back. It was a really nice present. 

“Dude, you shouldn’t have told me not to get you anything…” I said. Something about the way I said it made me pause. It didn’t really sound like me. Almost like my voice had gotten deeper. But Travis’ stupid chuckle distracted me. 

“It’s alright man. Don’t worry about it! I didn’t expect you to get me anything. Let’s just play some video games…”

“Alright fine,” I couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. We booted up the football game and I just stared a little confused. “Is this what we were playing?” I loved football but I thought we were playing something else. Something something smash bros… I don’t know. I bet there’s a joke somewhere in there that Travis would have wanted to make but I wasn’t about to let him. 

Travis picked up the controller and looked at me. Since I’d gone to the kitchen he hadn’t stopped smiling. I knew he loved watching me go, but also come back. His eyes seemed to trace my body all the time. “Yeah man. It’s your favorite game.”

“I know…” I muttered. “Just… I don’t know…” It was getting a little harder to think. I wasn’t sure why. It was like a fog was making everything slow down. I looked up at my custom character. 6’4”, 260 pounds of pure American beef. Even though he was an offensive lineman he packed on far more muscle than fat. It was just a game so he could make it whatever I wanted it to be. However I hadn’t realized how closely I’d made it to his actual face. Even the same upward haircut and beard.

“You okay Brad?” Travis broke me out of my trance. 

I shook my head trying to regain my senses. “Yeah man. Yeah. Don’t know what came over me.” I shook my head again but nothing really happened. “Woah! Is that the time?” I asked. “I need to work out! What’re we playin games for?” That must have been why I felt so hazy. I hadn’t gotten my workout in for the day. 

“You’re the one who wanted to play,” Travis said.

I just stared at him. “Alright. But now I don’t. I need to get my workout in for today.” I stood up and headed to the house’s gym in the basement. Travis followed behind. “Course you would…” I smiled back at him. Our eyes locked. The face we were the same height caught my attention but Travis had to reply with a snarky remark, distracting me again.

“Of course I would,” he smiled back. “You think I’m about to miss a chance watching you work out? It’s why you invited me over, isn’t it?”

“Yeah man,” I meant to say it sarcastically but it oddly came out serious. I just ignored it and headed to the basement. Weights lined the walls and there were even a few machines down there. Mom had complained about the full length mirror, saying it was a worthless expense, but I couldn’t think she was any more wrong. Even standing at 5’8” and 175 pounds I could see the importance of having the mirror. It was a motivator. Something to keep me going. Plus it was perfect for getting photos to put online. 

I struck a pose. I didn’t care that Travis is watching, ‘Let him,’ I grinned. His eyes continued to trace the defined lithe muscles that lined my body. But I still needed to work out. Poses weren’t even considered a stretch but it was a more fun way to get the blood moving. Especially with an adoring audience. I looked back and flashed Travis another pose and then went into the more standard stretches. 

Even though I’d been working out for years suddenly my body felt so foreign to me. As I reached for the sky, my back seemed to pop more than it usually did. It was like I hadn’t stretched in weeks as my muscles pulled apart. I stared in the mirror and almost felt like I was getting taller as I did so. Like my limbs were growing longer by the mere act of stretching. I reached to the ground and couldn’t help but feel the same about my feet. It’d been a long time since I’d actually worked out with shoes on but they didn’t look like the size 13’s that I was used to. 

But then again they were supposed to be size 17’s so I didn’t know why I would think they would be so small. I knew I needed to check on that later but right now I had a work out to do. I started pretty simply with just some basic curls. It felt good to get my body moving. The haze seemed to be lifting off my mind as I started to work out. It was easier to think. All I needed to think about was getting bigger. Almost on cue my body reacted. I was getting an insane pump as I was going. Blood rushed through my muscles and they exploded out with size. With each curl my 15 inch arms gained another inch. 16 inches. 17 inches. 18 inches. 19 inches. 19 and a half. The department said I wasn’t allowed to go any bigger than that.

It was becoming too much of a liability and could have hurt my chances going pro. I wanted to ignore their warning’s but knew they were right. If I wanted to keep the abs and still play football, I’d have to listen to them at least a little bit. But in a few years after all that’s over I could get as big as I wanted. My dick swelled at the idea. I was already so big, but after this... Damn. I could be so much bigger.

“Woah…” Travis stared at me with his usual slack jaw. I towered over him with my massive body. Just moving too closely I wouldn’t be able to see him hiding underneath my muscles. 

“Like what you see?” I turned around giving him another flex. He loved it when I showboated. The deep rumble of my voice sent a shiver down his spine. “This jersey was such a good buy. It really looks good on me.” I adjusted myself into another flex. “Probably look better off of me too,” I added, cocking an eyebrow.

Travis’ face went red as his hand brushed up against his cock. He wasn’t all that big but I knew when he was hard, ‘he was in my presence.’ But for some reason right now he was trying to fight his normal ‘glances’ at me. “This isn’t right…” he muttered under his breath. “They sent me the wrong one…”

I just ignored it. That work out had flown by. Sweat was pouring off my body coating my jeans and jersey. I lifted up my arm and could smell my pit fill the room. “Damn! That reeks!” I laughed waving it towards Travis. His eyes glazed over smelling my scent. I had him. But he tried ignoring me again. ‘Whatever,’ I said to myself. But I just needed to get out of these jeans. I didn’t even know why I’d work out in something like that. They pulled to my thighs and calves and barely had any breathing room at all. I unbuttoned them. ‘What about Travis?’ he looked like he was looking through his phone for something. ‘Let him watch,’ a malicious grin crossed my face. 

Slowly I started to push my jeans down over my thick legs. He wasn’t paying attention at first until I passed my jock. He could see the long thick meat barely constrained by the thin white fabric. His phone fell out of his hand but he was barely able to catch it before it hit the ground. I kept going watching his eyes focus solely on my body. But he tore them away. A glance back. But he forced himself to turn around. “I need to make a phone call…” he murmured. He glanced back two more times as he went back upstairs. “They sent me the wrong one. They sent me the wrong one,” Travis kept repeating as the door closed. I didn’t know what he was talking about. He was acting really weird right now.

“What the Hell?!” I cried out. He never could resist this; especially after a workout. I looked over my body again. ‘Lookin good,’ I shot myself a pose in the mirror. My dick hardened again. I just had to take a picture. I turned to the side making sure to get the fullness of my chest and flexed my tattoo sleeved arm for the camera. ‘Fuck yeah!’ I posted it online but needed to add an emoji to hide the good part. ‘No reason to get flagged…’ I groaned at the unnecessarily strict policy of websites. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling about Travis not wanting to do anything.

‘Probably cause I didn’t get him a present.’ The jersey he’d gotten me was perfect. It was exactly what I’d be wearing next season. And I knew he was my biggest fan. ‘Damn it. He said not to worry about it. Why can’t he just make up his fucking mind!’ But my eyes caught the rest of my football uniform. I pulled up the leggings and put the helmet over my head. ‘You know…’ an idea shot through my head as I started putting it on. He was going to be so surprised as I went up to our room where he was waiting.

However I could hear him on the phone. “No! You sent me the wrong one!” he shouted. “He’s supposed to turn into a submissive muscle slut! Not this! What do you mean it’s not your fault? It’s based on my desires? No! I’ve always wanted to top…” he bit the bottom of his lip going quiet at that last sentence. He was such a little liar sometimes. 

I couldn’t help but smile under my helmet. I pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. Travis’ mouth dropped. That was the response I was expecting. His grip on the phone loosened and he dropped it on the bed. “Hey there buddy. Ready to go into overtime?” I took off my helmet and stepped further into our room. 

His mouth tried to make some kind of syllable but before he could make one I pushed mine on top of his. My tongue danced around inside his as he started to wrap his body around mine. His much smaller hands ran up and down my firm muscles feeling each one. Our bodies started to move together. He pulled himself closer as I started to undo his pants. 

“You know,” I smiled down at him, “I hear that many people are starting to treat experiences as presents. Figured this one might make you feel good.” My hard dick was pointed at his asshole. I pushed it lightly against the hole and his back lurched. “Would that make you feel better?” I pushed it again watching his body squirm under the pleasure. “Since I didn’t get you anything?”

“Shut up and fuck me damn it!” he ended up shouting. I couldn’t help but oblige as I pushed my dick all the way into him. He’d been so good about fitting all 9 of those thick inches inside of him with almost no trouble. His body moved on its own as he tried to stop himself from cumming. I could see his face going red as he tried to contain himself. However the pleasure he was going through was overwhelming. Just seeing my dick at the beginning almost made him cum at first sight and now he was able to last a few seconds. I watched him try his best as I thrusted my body into his again. 

He burst. It had gotten too much for him as cum spewed from his dick all over his shirt. I could see his eyes glaze over as he felt the sudden burst of pleasure. I thrusted a few more times. His asshole was like a perfect for me. I just needed a few more. My dick throbbed. Just. A. Few. More… “Agh!” I felt myself burst inside him. My muscle went weak as I fell down on top of his body. “Was that as good for you as it was me?” I gloated. He smiled but then groaned. His hands pushed against my chest trying to move me to the side.

His phone had fallen off the side of the bed and he grabbed it, putting it back up to his ear. “Based off of what I just heard, I must say that I believe you received the package you asked for. I understand that sometimes what one wants isn’t always what one thinks but you must understand that at Magical Illusia we have no power over your desires. If you wish for us to fulfill more please feel free to browse our catalogue online.”

“Yeah… Yeah…” Travis groaned. “I know…” 

I hung my tattoo sleeved arm over his body and pulled him closer to me. “Maybe next time they’ll be able to get your order right,” I said, trying to make things right.

He flipped around and gave me a peck. “It’s alright. They already did…” His face nuzzled up between my pecs and I could hear him doze off to sleep.