Thanksgiving Dinner

Going to Stephanie’s family for Thanksgiving was always a bit of a chore. I know it’s bad to say but when I proposed to Stephanie I didn’t expect to be marrying her family as well. It seemed like almost every weekend they had something planned. I’d gotten to the point where I was just telling her I wasn’t going. She’d complain but it was better than having to spend the entire day with her family. 

They weren’t the worst people ever but their constant ‘quirks’ seemed to drive me up the wall. I just couldn’t spend all day with them. Each one seemed to be obsessed about something. It wasn’t really for me to say so I never complained to her about it. I just tried to relax and listen to the radio as we drove.

We knocked twice and instantly her dad answered the door. “Hi!” Stephanie said as she gave an awkward hug with her dad. She was still holding the fruit salad and could barely even one arm hug him. 

“Hi sweaty,” he said giving he a peck to the cheek. His rounded gut made it rather hard for him to pull her in too close. Stephanie just accepted it and headed for their kitchen. I followed her to the next room, with her dad close behind. 

“So, how are you doing champ?” he dad asked holding out his hand for a shake. 

“Not too bad,” I gave him a generic response. “Not too bad. Just working still. That’s about it.” 

“That’s good. That’s good.” He replied unsure what to do with the conversation. Luckily Jeff was bothering his brother Stan again so it gave him a perfect excuse to change the conversation. “Hey you two cut it out!”

Even though they were 18 and 19, Jeff still liked to pick on his little brother. With little taunts and teases Stan was usually pretty quiet. However he somehow took a liking to me. I didn’t know what it was but he seemed to like me a whole lot more than I figured someone I only saw at family gatherings should. 

Stan stomped his foot. “But he started it…” he whined. 

“And I’m ending it,” his dad tried to sound tough. “Why don’t you guys go find something to do?”

“Have Stan clean his room,” Mrs. Cross said. “I’ve been telling him to do that all week and he still hasn’t…”

“Is that true?” Mr. Cross asked.

Stan just lowered his head and headed up to his room. Mr. Cross shook his head while Jeff smiled at his success. The rest of us crowded in the kitchen. I just felt like I was in the way. “You know maybe I’ll go help him…” I offered. 

The rest looked up at me confused. “You don’t have to dear,” Mrs. Cross said. “He can clean his own room.”

“Nah its fine. I think I’ll go have a look,” I said already leaving the kitchen. It’s not like I knew what to talk to them about anyway.

I headed up to Stan’s room. It was cluttered with all kinds of toys and games. Even though he was heading off to college this next year, his room looked more like a kid’s room than a young adult. I kept it to myself as we started to clean up. He seemed interested in some game that was coming out soon but I couldn’t give a shit. He just kept talking and talking. I didn’t stop him so he didn’t stop. But then all of a sudden he came out with a loud outburst.

“There it is! I thought I lost you!” he held up a notebook really high and started hugging it. “I almost started to think you were just a piece of my imagination…” 

His narration was pretty good but I still needed more information. “What is that?”

“It’s my death note,” he paused as though it was some kind of joke. I gave him a pity laugh unsure what it was supposed to be referencing. “I’m joking,” he declared. “It’s my imagination book. When I was younger I got this from my grandparent’s house. They said it was magic. At first I didn’t believe them but then I started to test it out. Little things at first. Like I have ten dollars in my pocket or making someone’s shoes come untied. I played with it for a little while and then lost it. But now I’ve found you,” he grinned pulling the bound pieces of paper to his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Wait… What?” I asked scratching my head. “So what’s that thing?”

Stan just laughed. “It’s alright. I get it. I probably sound crazy. But whatever you write in this notebook becomes real.”

“Really..?” I realized he was just messing with me now. 

“Yeah really! But so far besides grandpa I was the only one able to make it work.”

“Uh-huh…” I said realizing he was just mocking me now. “So it’s magic…”

“Yeah! Here let me show you. What do you want to change?” Stan seemed really earnest as he asked. He held the notebook up and a pen and stared at me. “Go on. What would you like to change?”

The question was so simple and I knew the answer right away. I just didn’t want to answer it. “I’ll believe you if that thing makes me look like I could model,” I mocked. It was still a way to hide some of my insecurities. Even though I knew I was getting older, that rounding belly was natural and that receding hairline was becoming more and more obvious, I couldn’t help but feel a bit shitty about it. I knew it was bad to compare myself to people like that but I still couldn’t help it. 

However as I said it I couldn’t help but feel something about my body was different. I couldn’t explain it but it was like my whole body composition was changing. I stopped cleaning up the room and looked down at my body. The sweater I was wearing no longer stretched out along my belly. Instead it I could feel it straining around my shoulders and chest. I looked down and saw two thick pecs pushing out from my chest. Reaching up to feel them I couldn’t help but see how good the lithe muscles in my arms stood out. I turned to his mirror.

“Fuck…” I uttered looking at my body. Looking up and down, I was drinking it all in. “What the fuck…?” I moved closer trying to get a better look. I looked good. My clothes actually looked like they fit me. The khakis I was wearing fit snuggly around my waist and butt while the sweater only squeezed against the upper half of my torso. I struck a pose trying. It felt so good. And that face. Damn… Looking at the square jawline and those perfect features on my face was too much. And the hair! I ran my fingers through its thickness. I hadn’t seen hair on my head like this for almost four years. “Did you do this?”

I realized it as Stan was still staring at me. He seemed to have short circuited as I got closer to him. It was like he was trying to form words but nothing would come out. “Yep,” he finally said proudly. “I did that…” 

“That’s awesome!” I nearly shook him with excitement. “This is so cool! I haven’t looked this good, since… Whenever!” I went back to the mirror and gave my body a flex. Lifting up my shirt gave me a pleasant surprise I saw six solid bumps where one big belly had been. I ran my hand over them making sure to feel each bump. “This is crazy…” I kept repeating over and over. 

“Hey dorks! Dad says dinner will be done in a half hour. Get your ass downstairs.” Jeff ordered. It’s all he said as he exited the room right after he entered. 

“Guess we’d better get going,” I said as I headed back to the living room. 

“I’ll be there… In a minute,” Stan said. He seemed a bit distracted from what he had been even just a few minutes ago. It was like something was really on his mind but I wasn’t about to ask. I needed to show this off to Stephanie. I wondered what she’d think of something like this. 

I headed downstairs catching every mirror that I passed by. I couldn’t get over how good I looked. Every part of my face and body was nicely contoured and just made me look even better. I ran my hand over my chin feeling the strong barren jawline. “Damn…” I grinned. I walked past their private gym and stopped for a second. Something about it seemed off but before I could think what it could’ve been Mr. Cross came shouted out to me.

“Yo! Skinny boy! Get in here,” he called out to me. I did a double take. I wasn’t nearly as skinny as I had been but seeing Mr. Cross in the gym I understood exactly what he meant. Compared to the absolute giant hairy beast I was next to nothing. His tall hefty frame easily filled any doorway he might have crossed into. No longer aiming for definition or good looks; Mr. Cross clearly only wanted size. Even with his large belly in front of him he clearly had dense muscle packed under any fat that he’d also accumulated for that size. 

I was a bit hesitant as I stepped into the gym. It was his sanctuary and I didn’t want to tread where I wasn’t supposed to go. “Mr. Cross?” I was a bit nervous as I got a little closer. Somehow I’d forgotten just how tall of a man he was. Even though I was now about 6’2”, he still stood a good head taller than me. “I heard dinner’s almost ready…” 

Mr. Cross’ big belly jiggled as he laughed. “T’is boy. T’is. But Francine can wait a little longer. If you’re going to be part of this family I’ve got to make sure you will fit with tha family.” His hand covered my shoulder as he led me even deeper into the gym. Jeff was over in the corner still working out. I don’t know how I’d forgotten than he was nearly just as big. Just a few inches shorter but every part of his body was easily just as thick as Mr. Cross. 

“Sup bruh,” Jeff grunted as he finished the set. “You really wanna marry into this family? Think you got what it takes?” He looked me up and down and scoffed. “Not really that big, eh?”

I was a little insulted. “I’m big enough,” I tried to defend my size but compared to the two men next to me, there wasn’t much to compare. Even though when I was out in public, I was usually the biggest. However, between them two, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit small. 

“Yeah?” he grunted again as I didn’t back down. Standing up, it was the exact same thing as with his dad. He easily towered over me and I had to take a step back to look him in the eyes. His thick chest made it hard for him to look down. 

“Yeah,” I grunted back still not backing away. Even though he probably could take me out with a single punch I didn’t feel like I should have to back down from him. It wasn’t his right to decide whether or not I was going to be part of the family or not. 

“Yeah,” Mr. Cross smiled as he separated the two of us. “I think he’s at least brave enough.” His whole body shook as he laughed. “Why not show us a little bit of a workout?”

“A workout? But won’t the girls hate the smell?” I asked. I’d put deodorant on this morning but even a quick workout would make me sweaty again.

“The girls fuckin love it,” Jeff smirked. He lifted up his hairy pits and I could smell his stink filling the room. Honestly I didn’t know why I didn’t notice it before. Their sweaty bodies were clearly smelling up the entire room as I stood there. I stared a little bit into the armpit. I just couldn’t look away for some reason. “Right dad?”

“Right,” Mr. Cross agreed as he flexed his body. “Wouldn’t marry such a fine woman if she couldn’t take a little stink from time to time.” He started taking his workout shirt off as he bragged. It wasn’t something most people bragged about but in this family it seemed a little different. 

I just looked at the two a little confused. They seemed like a couple of frat guys trying to prove which was more of a man. I just stared but noticed someone in the mirror. Stephanie just rolled her eyes. “So dinner’s still going to be a little bit… You guys can keep enjoying yourselves.” It was obviously something they’d done numerous times. I almost felt like I should have went after her but Stan entered the gym. 

“Since dinner will still be a bit; let’s go watch some football,” he offered.

“Football!?” Jeff cheered. “Fuck yeah football!” His dad shared the same excitement as they headed to the living room. The two left the gym excited to watch the game. I was a bit confused as I now stared up at Stan as well. Something about him seemed a little different but I couldn’t quite place it. 

“What’s up big guy?” he leaned down and placed some of his weight on my shoulders. He was easily as tall as his dad, just not as thick. Instead of a large belly he had a bit more of a v-taper going down to his waist. I could feel his big hands rolling over my body as I tried to figure out what I thought was different. “Something the matter?” his hairy face brushed up against my smooth chin. 

“N-no,” I stammered for a second as his other hand went down my pants. He was playing with me. I knew it. But it felt so good. “I’m just still getting used to this body…” I finally found an excuse. 

“Do you want me to help break it in?” he whispered. The soft tone turned into a kiss as he wrapped even tighter around my body. Despite his massive size he was incredibly flexible. I stammered again. My dick was hard. I could feel it pressing up against my clothes. His hot breath felt so nice against my skin. I turned to accept another kiss. He provided. 

Little by little I could feel him working over me. His soft tongue rolled around mine as he held me tightly in his grasp. I felt so nice in his grasp. His body gyrated against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his pants. It wasn’t hard to miss. The massive tool wasn’t used to being looked up. His passion drove him forward as he lowered me to the ground. He added more weight to the light thrusts he’d been doing. I could feel him loving every second as he pressed even more weight down on me.

“Oh God…” I moaned as my back arched. I needed to flip over. I couldn’t hold back any longer. But then he stopped.

Stephanie stood in the doorway judging us again. “Nice,” she said in a condescending tone. “You two ready or what?” I looked at the clock and saw that a half hour had already passed. I couldn’t believe how quickly that all went. Stephanie turned and headed back to the dining room. 

For some reason I wanted to tell her to wait. It was like I wanted to show her something else but I couldn’t remember what it was. “Guess it’s time for dinner,” Stan rolled off of me and tried to stand up. He was obviously still hard, as his dick clearly tented his pants. There was even a few drips from a wet spot forming at its tip. 

“I guess…” I muttered as I headed to the door. I saw Stan stop and pull out the notebook again. “Wait… Are you still using that?” 

He looked up from the notebook and grinned. “What do you think?”

“No,” it was the first thought that popped into my head as he asked it. I didn’t even know why I answered so quickly. It sounded like a rhetorical question but I still answered.

“That’s good,” he said. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and we headed down the hall. For some reason the house seemed to be growing with each step we took. I didn’t remember the billiard’s room or the massive game room. Or even the giant projection room where Mr. Cross and Jeff were watching football. “Dinner’s ready,” he told them and the two scrambled to get out of their seats. Even though the seats were built with their size in mind, they stumbled trying to get out of them. They rushed ahead of us. 

“Guess they’re hungry,” I chuckled.

“Guess so,” he laughed with me and pulled me under his arm. I could barely fight his overwhelming strength. Even if I did workout it didn’t compare to what him or his family did. His giant hand was close to the size of my entire chest and I fit easily underneath him.

It seemed like forever before we finally made it back to the dining room. It seemed so much further away than I remembered. We sat down and I sat right next to Stan. Him, his father and brother almost took up an entire side themselves. Their thick frames filled the dining room chairs as they sat ready to eat. The large plates in front of them were clearly going to be filled as Stephanie and Mrs. Cross brought out the stuffed turkey. We watched as they set the giant turkey on the table still ready to be cut. 

Anywhere else the amount of food that was made would have fed nearly three full house loads but I could tell that the men in this family loved to eat. Their favorite part had to be the eating as they pulled up and already started cutting into the meat. Stan, Jeff’s and Mr. Cross’ plates were far larger than the rest of the table as they loaded them up with helping after helping of food. Each one had already grabbed what most would consider seconds or maybe even thirds.

However they ate it all. Whatever was on the plate it was going down their mouth. They didn’t let up either as they made sure to eat everything that was still in front of them. I watched a little in horror, wondering just how many calories they were actually eating. But as I watched I couldn’t help but notice something else. Their clothes almost seemed to be getting tighter. 

Jeff, in his white wife-beater, looked like he was even struggling even more to keep it on. The straps pulled even higher up on his shoulders while the arm holes barely could contain his chest and arms. If there were sleeves he wouldn’t have them any more as his round arms filled out with even more muscle. He just kept going as his chest and belly expanded to account for all the extra weight.

Something similar was happening to Mr. Cross and Stan as well. The hair on Mr. Cross’ body seemed to be getting even wilder with each new bite. His body was growing just the same but compared to Stan I didn’t know. Sitting next to him just gave me a better view as he grew about 2 more inches. And I couldn’t even fathom how much weight he was gaining. Muscle stacked on muscle. Unlike his father and brother, Stan kept his thinner waist and trim look. Even though there was still a lot of fat in the meal all of it was converted straight to muscle. He grabbed at another piece of chicken and the solid bicep flexed showing off the individual parts of his arm. 

I stared a little perplexed. I’d barely even finished a plate. I wasn’t supposed to eat too much if I were to stay in modeling. My lithe muscular body couldn’t get too bulky or I’d have to change what kind of shoots I’d be able to go on. However I could feel something changing about my body. It was similar to something I’d experienced today but I couldn’t remember what it was. It was like my body was starting to burn up a little bit in my sweater and khaki’s. I was starting to sweat a little bit as I felt the unexpected heat washing over my body.

“It was nice of you to wear something so nice but there’s a reason the boys don’t dress up too often,” Mrs. Cross smiled at me. 

I looked over my body again seeing my sweater start to pull up my arm. What had perfectly fit my body was rapidly growing too small for me to wear. Or should I say I was growing far too big to wear it. I could see my 16 inch arms bulging more. My chest pushed out against the soft fabric while my shoulders tried to tear at the arms. They were wider and pulled the sleeves even further up my forearms. My khakis felt so tight as I tried moving around to loosen them up. My ass must have grown at least three sizes thicker along with my thighs.

My groaning I must have caught the attention of Stan. He leaned over to me and gave me a kiss. “It’ll just be a little bit longer,” he whispered. His hand crossed behind my back, rubbing it slightly. I could feel my body pulling the sweater apart at the seams. Each loop was strained against the new body pressing against it. My skin started to show through as my body pulled the sweater apart.

“We grow ‘em big,” Mr. Cross grinned between bites. “Good eatin gives good results.” He leaned back into his chair and pat his enlarged belly. The shirt he was wearing pulled up over the round gut and he started to rub the skin. Mrs. Cross got up from her side of the table and crossed over to his. He wrapped his wife into a strong hug pulling her in for a kiss. 

Something inside me was starting to stir. Something besides the food. I looked over at Stan wondering why I felt this way. My dick was throbbing and I wasn’t even touching it yet. The giant stared down at me with a smile on his face. “Now it’s time for dessert,” he threw my weight over his shoulder and walked me down the hall. I don’t know how strong he had to be but I knew I weighed well over 200 pounds. He picked me up like a child and threw me on the bed. 

“Dessert?” I asked stupidly as he started undressing. He let out a light laugh as he dropped his pants. “Oh…” my mouth dropped as I saw what pointed directly at me. His huge thick cock was hard as ever. 

“Shall we?” he pulled himself on top of me. It’s not like I was about to say no. It’s like everything dropped into place all at once. It made perfect sense why my cock would be so hard. God he was so big. His hands held me down against the king sized bed. The soft comforter eased my back as he held me down with one hand. He was picking up speed. With each new gyrating motion he got a little more intense. I could tell he was trying to hold back but he was ready to go. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his wide back to help him but that massive cock was just too big. 

No matter what I would have done it would have been hard. He leaned over and kissed me trying to distract the massive member pressing up against my hole. He pressed a little harder not giving up on the kiss. I gripped the bed sheets. He was too big. I leaned in more trying to open up. He pushed even harder. His kiss went to my neck. Lightly he bit me as he pushed. 

My back arched. My cock throbbed. I let out a deep moan. “Fuck…” I pushed back trying to help him. He pressed in and I could feel myself nearly separate. 

He let out a gasp of surprise but went right back to pleasuring himself. I could feel his dick thrusting in and out of my, each time bumping up against my prostate. Grunts and moans escaped my mouth with each new thrust. I couldn’t speak or I’d tell him to keep going. Encourage him with all my might. Sweat dripped from his brow as he kept going. His grunts were getting wilder. He was close. So close. And then. “Ahh!” he grunted and I could feel myself being filled with his semen. Large amounts of cum sprayed into my body as his body jerked from the pleasure.

Stan fell down onto the bed and pulled me into his big spoon. His giant body was trying to get back to a slower pace. His breathing turned back to a normal more controlled pace as he kissed the back of my neck. His soft beard nuzzled into me. “Was that a good welcoming to the family?” he asked.

“I’d think so…” I whispered back to him. He pulled me in even tighter and drifted off to sleep.