December Drabbles 2023

V.R. Glitch

Riley had thought that getting to try the new V.R. System before everyone else would be a great opportunity.  Getting to showcase a new product review on her stream would help get a great influx of attention for her. It would have been great.

Sadly, she should have known that free things always come with some hidden cost.

Turned out, the device had been made to make the games Emerson more engaging for the wearer as it came with not just a headset but a full body suit that connected to all her senses. Whilst Riley had been initially wary of that, she did find the experience of being able to smell a digital flower or touch a rock within the digital demo.

The problem came when the machine suffered a catastrophic glitch. Most game glitches often have the worst-case scenario being a bricked system and a ruined week. Only this was far more extreme for the college girl. One minute, Riley had been exploring a world from her favourite Multiplayer game, the next moment the screen shattered before Riley blacked out as her body felt like it was on fire.

Waking up in a completely different room, Riley groaned and tried to blink the blurriness out of her eyes. Riley froze when she heard the deep noise that had been her groan. Looking down as she sat up, Riley gasped at the sight they saw taking in the way their body had changed. Their slim body was gone, replaced with a hulking form that would have made the football team linemen look like swimmers with the hairy bulk Riley had. Riley’s fair skin had shifted in tone, taking on a grey tinge. His once perky chest was a swollen shelf of muscle, blocking his view with the dense forest of red hair spreading out from between the meaty pecs. Tilting a bit forward more, Riley saw a rounded gut formed over what had once been a petite stomach. His trim waist which took regular dieting and exercise to maintain had bulked up further. Even beyond the round gut, Riley saw between his thick thighs an impressive cock that fit in his huge hands.

“Ah, miss... I mean, Mr. Riley. You’re awake,” A voice called near Riley, sounding like the scientist who led Riley to the device in the first place. Turning to the side to see the man, Riley was shocked to see that even though he was seated, Riley was able to look over the previously taller doctor.

“W-What happened?!” Riley said, his deep voice raised slightly, though it still shook the room a bit, causing the doctor to stumble a bit. Blushing, Riley brought a hand to his face, feeling the dense beard on his chin, and how his bicep pressed against his pecs.

“Well… It would seem that the system suffered a complete system reset. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, however, we never anticipate disruption whilst someone is using the headset and suit. As such it… well, it altered your physique to match that of the player character,” the doctor said, coughing a bit as he explained the changes.

“So I’m stuck as a Roegadyn?!” Riley said, standing up at the news. On his feet, the huge transformed Riley stood clear in the room. His head closed to the high ceiling as he was forced to lean forward to still look at the doctor, even though said man was trying not to look at the enormous cock that was now at his eye level.

“For now, however, we are working on a remedy. It should be done within a week, two weeks tops.” The doctor explained, looking up to the truly gigantic man-beast that had been created.

“Okay… okay,” Riley said, taking deep breaths to calm down. He could manage a few weeks like this.

… That had all been five months ago, and Riley was still the enormous behemoth.

“Okay Riley, you can lower the car back down,”

Riley sighed as he waited for his dad to return from the car where he had changed the tire. The immense Riley lowered his arms in his crouched position, gently dropping down the pickup truck he had been holding up. The truck settled back on the ground before Riley stood back up, grunting as he unfurled to stand at his full height.

The gigantic Roegadyn stood tall, rivalling the trees on the side of the road. In months Riley had been changed, his wardrobe was still barebones, as he stood clad in but a stretched-out tank top that barely covered his rounded gut, tight shorts that strained against his thick thighs, and the clear outline of the jockstrap he was wearing.

“Okay, I guess we’re going to need to change the tires for something stronger if we want to have you seated in the truck bed,” Riley’s dad said with a sigh as he gazed up at the gigantic man who was his child. This had been planned to be a nice drive to help improve the transformed Riley’s mood. The past few months had been hectic with the college effectively kicking out Riley due to him breaking a door with his strength, his boyfriend dumping him, and being unable to play his games as his thick hands were too big and strong to use the now tiny controllers. The immense Riley had been depressed as he lived at his parent’s garage, not helped by the army of reporters trying to catch sight of the giant man. The semi-giant man was not happy when they harassed his parents and little brother.

“Yeah, Dad, why don’t you head back home? I think I’ll just go for a walk,” Riley said, scratching the back of his head, blushing when he felt the massive bicep press against his cheek. “I’ll just walk back home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I think a walk will help,” Riley said, waiting for his dad to agree and hop into the truck.

“Okay, I’ll see you back home, just don’t stay out too late,” Riley’s dad said, waving to the giant man that was Riley before driving off. Riley waited for the truck to drive out of sight before he began to walk on. The immense Roegadyn tried not to blush as his heavy steps shook the ground a bit, feeling his pecs and belly bounce with every step. Riley tried to avoid areas where there were crowds, seeing people gawk at him more.

He always wanted to be popular and famous, though it was not fun the way people stared at him. Getting closer home, Riley did wonder if maybe he could try a video blog, his therapist had suggested something to help get his thoughts out.

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The Elf with the High-Shelf Kink

During the Holiday season, everyone hopes for a good time and maybe even a gift. Plenty of children and even adults hoping Father Christmas will give them the things they want. However, for some men who had been deemed as being especially naughty, one of the elves in the workshop had a special project he did every year.

Throughout the world, there are always bad people, some truly horrible, others just mild annoyances. The head-elf, Jingle GingerFluff, had a special punishment for the more… unique bad boys.

For the twinks who spend the year bullying other gay men for being overweight, hairy, or old, Jingle picked the men on Christmas to have fun with them. Whilst the world believes the men are gone for a year's sabbatical, Jingle works his magic on the men, gradually transforming them into his desire. The young slim men find their bodies bulking up with mass, growing fatter and fatter. Their bodies outwardly growing older with hair thickening over their expanding forms, the clean-shaven faces with sharp jaws were replaced with thick beards and moustaches that framed their jiggling jowls.

He kept them in his stables, having the growing men wearing nought but tight leather harnesses and jockstraps as they gorged and pleasured him. Jingle worshipped their bodies as they mirrored Old Saint Nick in size, a few even surpassing him before the time came to send them back home. The old personalities calmed down as they took on the leather scene, no one batting an eye over why a twenty-six-year-old twink became a grey-haired leather daddy weighing over six-hundred pounds in a year, least of all the men themselves as they enjoyed their bodies and the year they took.

Jingle had gotten used to this for decades, used to using the men for his pleasure and then sending them off before the next group was brought to him. He had perfected being pleasured by the growing men, each growing larger than the last year.

Until the year it all changed.
“So… it’s soon Christmas?”

Jingle looked up as he entered the stables, seeing the latest man he had brought in.

Tyler had been a slim twink a year ago. His snobby acting and constant passive aggression often rubbed others the wrong way, especially when he would purposely date overweight men to criticise their bodies. The young man who had burned bridges with most of his friends had made him an easy target for Jingle. Tyler’s short slim frame was gone, more than tripled in weight as he sat down in his stall. His thick legs were swollen with mass, each thigh thicker than he had been at his initial weight. His firm chest and flat stomach were bulged out, wobbling as they spread out. His hefty moobs were framed by the tight red harness that dug slightly into his flabby form, the wobbling flesh coated in a hearty layer of salt and pepper hair, the centre of his chest a dense forest of hair that led to a trail that formed over his belly and into the cavern of his belly.

Tyler’s once baby-smooth face had been swollen out, flat cheeks puffed up almost like a chipmunk, now framed with a dense beard that led into the dense chest hair. The year saw him not only growing fatter but taller too, easily close to 9 ft tall. His blubbery body having gotten to a point that the one-night Jingle brought down Father Christmas’ jacket and trousers for a roleplay, he had watched as Tyler’s immense body tore the enchanted clothing.

Taking in the immense man whose body shook the ground when he walked, Jingle couldn’t help but frown. The short elf had had a constant string of sexual exploits with the transformed men, having his fun before sending them off.

Yet with Tyler, Jingle had grown attached. There had been multiple nights the two spent simply talking and cuddling rather than the feeding and fucking that usually happens. Jingle began to dread sending Tyler back, knowing once he was gone and his memories a faint fog, Jingle would be alone and he didn’t think that he would find another man just like Tyler.

“Yeah… Soon will be sending you home,” Jingle said, rubbing Tyler’s swollen belly, feeling the soft hairy rolls.

Tyler hummed, moaning a bit at the feeling of his lover’s touch. “Jingle… I enjoyed this. Just… it’s all been so good. I don’t want it to end.”

“I know. But, that was the deal. Old Nick only allowed me to do this with the terms of the guys going home after a year. No more, no less.” Jingle said.

“Then come with me,” Tyler suggested, lifting Jingle up. Looking at his cheery cheeks and smaller frame, Tyler couldn’t keep his eyes off the elf’s features. “We can still be together then.”

“But…” Jingle knew. He knew he had the option of running off with Tyler. He knew that Father Christmas would grant it, even change Jingle physically so he’d blend in more with the human. But… “What if we don’t work?”

Tyler was taken aback by the admission of Jingle, before kissing the man.

“But shouldn’t we at least try? I never met a man like you, you made me a better person.”

Jingle hummed, leaning in close to kiss Tyler back. “I just… I can ask the big guy, though no guarantee.”

“At least we try. Besides, I think I'm the biggest guy here,” Tyler said, keeping Jingle held up with one hand whilst his other reached to pat his swollen gut, his fat wobbling about.

“And you always will be,”

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On the day after Christmas, in a busy town. Tyler yawned as he stretched in bed, moaning a bit as his heavy body took up the king-size bed. Though he hadn't updated in the year while he was gone, he had been thankful the mattress and frame held up his large body. He had enjoyed his time at… where did he go?

Before Tyler could mull over the year he had been on sabbatical, he heard his bedroom door open. Glancing over his swollen moobs and mountainous belly, Tyler smiled when he saw his boyfriend walk in pushing a tray.

“Merry Christmas Babe,” Justin said as he squeezed through the doorframe. The hefty man smiled as he pushed a cart with food. The large man was still tiny compared to Tyler’s huge form, though was a decent-sized cub for the huge silver bear taking up the bed. Justin’s flabby body wobbled as he got closer to him, his rosy cheeks dimpling as he smiled at his immense partner.

“Merry Christmas, you made breakfast?” Tyler asked, breathing in the scent of the food as he worked to sit up, grunting as his fat gut rolled over his thick lap. Looking at Justin, Tyler noticed the green boxers Justin was wearing straining against the thick thighs and wobbling ass.

“Yeah, this is the first course, so hope you’re hungry,” Justin said, slapping Tyler’s wobbling gut before a deep belch rumbling out of Tyler’s body. The two men laughed before they got to work feasting for the first of many days they would have together.