Hog nog

by Bulklore   

A young personal trainer named Todd is invited to the annual holiday party for the gym’s staff and clients, but quickly his discipline is tested as cups of infamous ‘hog nog’ are passed around during a party game.

Todd stood waiting for the elevator in one of those big, fancy apartment buildings downtown. There was a massive mirror propped up on the wall and he couldn’t help but adjust his shirt for the hundredth time. Was this outfit appropriate for a company holiday party? He still wasn’t sure. How do you dress for a company party where you work as a personal trainer at a gym? He’d asked one of the other guys during their shift today, but the fellow trainer just grinned and said, “Wear something tight. Show off the goods. But something stretchy. The holiday party always has the best food.”

Todd had found a dark red, festive sweater, as tight as it was stretchy, but he was concerned it was a little much. The thin knit hugged his impressive shoulders, his rounded pecs, and even the slight impression of his abs. It was something he would’ve worn on a date. But all the guys at the gym were just as impressively built, so why be shy? They knew what he looked like.

The elevator arrived. Too late to change now, anyways! He’d just have to avoid eating too much or else risk a pretty obvious bloat.

Todd heard the party before the elevator even reached the floor. He found the door easily, too. It was elaborately decorated with wrapping paper in a gingerbread house pattern. Before Todd could knock, the door swung open and a chorus of greetings rang out, sweeping him inside.

“No coat? I wouldn’t wear one either if I had those arms. Come on in, you’re just in time,” said a man Todd recognized from the gym, but was he a client or a trainer? Sometimes it was hard to tell. The gym was one of those gyms that was notoriously gay, and many clients had impeccable physiques they liked to show off in the locker room and showers.

“Just in time for what?” Todd asked as he was lead through the crowd of buff boys. He recognized many of them. He noted the way everyone’s eyes clung to him as he passed. Many of the guys had also dressed up in something form-fitting, thank god, but Todd still felt like there was a lot of attention on him. He just kept smiling, assuring himself it was because he was the new guy. He’d only been a trainer at this gym a few months and he was still meeting everyone. Honestly, he was surprised to even get an invite to this party. He felt a swell of pride puffing up his chest, and he was sure to keep his core tight even though he hadn’t eaten in hours.

“Todd, there you are!” shouted a familiar voice. A beefy man dressed in a strained white button-down bounded up to Todd and hugged him. Todd felt every muscle through the thin shirt. He was amazed it didn’t burst from the hug.

“Henry, hey!” Todd almost had to shout over the din of all the guys around them. “Thanks for inviting me along! I’ll be honest, I was getting nervous I wouldn’t know anyone.”

“Ahh, don’t let these guys intimidate you. They’re just hungry.” Henry and Todd laughed. It was a common joke to call the bitchier gym-goers hungry, but there was some truth to it. Todd was hungry himself, having been too nervous to eat beforehand. Henry didn’t seem to have that problem. He was thickly built, giving everyone something nice to look at when he did squats.

“Speaking of,” Todd said, “I brought cookies.” He held up a box of cookies he’d picked up from a bakery on his block. It felt totally out of place now that he looked at the crowd, but then Henry brought him a massive banquet table crowded with similar boxes. “Drop it with the rest,” Henry instructed, and Todd found placed the box on a rare bit of free space. There were cookies, pies, cakes and gingerbread houses. At the other end, there were savory foods ranging from a steaming banquet chafers full of pasta to a stack of pizza boxes, all full.

That was odd, wasn’t it? No one seemed to be eating the food. Todd’s stomach growled, reminding him he couldn’t either, which made him realize everyone else was probably holding off for the same reasons. Of course, a crowd of hot personal trainers were ignoring a literal banquet. No one wanted to be the first to grab a plate.

Instead, Todd found himself with a drink in hand, a house cocktail that tasted like eggnog. It was in a cute, golden cup. He sipped it while he stood next to Henry in a group of guys loudly trading stories about their favorite and least favorite clients at the gym. Gradually Todd loosened up as he laughed. A few times he caught Henry and the others checking out his tight shirt—mostly looking at his perfectly flat stomach—and he was sure to tighten up his core.

More people arrived, more food was added to the large table. Todd found himself looking over at the food a few too many times, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t alone. Henry was eyeing the cookies, too, between sips of his own eggnog.

“Isn’t it weird that no one’s eating?” Todd eventually asked Henry as they slumped onto the massive sofa. Before them, the TV was set to a looping roaring fire. Holiday music emanated through the cozy atmosphere.

Henry shrugged. “Beats me. This is the first time I’ve been invited out with the crew, too. Maybe there’s a set dinner time?”

Todd shrugged. He’d forgotten Henry was almost as knew as he was. They’d started around the same time a few months ago.

“This shit is strong,” Henry remarked towards his cup of eggnog. “I don’t know how you’ve had three cups. You’re half my size. How are you not wasted?”

“What?” Todd couldn’t believe that. Three cups? But just then another man swooped down next to them with a fresh cup of eggnog in hand, which he handed to Todd.

“Someone’s thirsty,” the man laughed. It was the handsome gentleman who let Todd in.

“I’m Johan, by the way,” the man said. “We got interrupted earlier. I’m your host.”

Todd accepted the fresh cup of eggnog without thinking about it. He was instead realizing he knew this man. Johan was the owner of the gym. He was usually in a suit when he popped in unannounced, and he never stayed long enough to take off his coat. He had silvery hair cut close to the scalp and a young face that was always impeccably groomed. And, under the coat, Todd now saw that he had a tight runner’s body. It was clearly visible, wrapped a thin, cashmere sweater and expensive jeans.

“Oh, Johan, of course. Thank you so much for having me. Your home is beautiful.”

Johan just smiled, perched on the arm of the sofa. Todd wasn’t sure what to say, so he offered, “I brought cookies. They’re with the rest.”

Johan’s eyes lit up. “So sweet of you, Todd. Are you getting hungry?”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Todd lied, taking a sip of eggnog. He savored the sugary, milky taste. This would be his calories for the evening.

“Oh please,” Johan scoffed. “You young trainers are so skittish around sweets. You know what they say, right? You’ve got to eat big to get those gains, right Henry?”

“Right,” Henry smiled brightly. Todd noticed his face was flushed. Was it getting warmer in here?

Johan gave an exaggerated sigh, playing at being disappointed. “And I went through such effort to give all you boys every treat I could think of.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll hit up the banquet table,” Henry said gamely. “Besides, it’s Christmas! Calories don’t count, right Todd?” Henry nudged Todd with his elbow and Todd nodded enthusiastically. This seemed to brighten Johan’s spirits.

“Good boys,” Johan said with a wink. Then he stood up. “Todd, what’s that fancy watch of yours say?”

Todd flipped over his wrist. He wore one of those fancy fitness trackers sold at the gym. All the trainers did. In addition to monitoring your pulse and heart rate, it monitored trace chemicals in your sweat to track calories, caloric deficits, macros, and so on. Plus it was designed to adjust so that it always was snug on the wrist, but not too tight. Somehow, combined with user inputted data, this also helped it estimate stuff like BMI and weight fluctuations. Todd didn’t understand how it worked, but he didn’t have to. His weight always hovered in the same range. A lean 175 pounds.

In addition to all that if also told the time. Todd swiped away a few alerts – the watch clearly was alarmed at the sugar content of his drinks – and read off the time to Johan, who barely listened before announcing, “I think it’s time for a toast!”

The room quieted down to whispers as Johan stood himself in front of the burning logs on the TV. As he rattled off a series of thank yous to the upper management, fresh drinks were poured all around, and yet another cup of eggnog was thrust at Todd. He tried to pass it off to Henry, but Henry was already in the same predicament holding two cups himself. “Tis the spirit, I guess,” he whispered with comical exhaustion.

Johan’s speech continued. “This year has been a year of record-breaking goals, both behind the scenes and on the gym floor, and we have our incredible trainers to thank for that. You boys have been essential in helping many clients achieve the bodies they deserve.”

A cheer when up from the men around the room.

“I’d like to extend a special thanks to our newest team members as well,” Johan said, indicating the sofa where Henry and Todd sat. It wasn’t just them that Johan was gesturing too. A few other boys were pushed forward. Todd recognized the cute twink who worked the front desk on Sundays, and a lean spin instructor that was always smiling. They looked like they were having fun, both a bit pink in the face as they glanced around embarrassed by the attention.

Johan motioned for it, and the newbies all got to their feet. Todd suddenly felt how drunk he really was. The world felt soft and fuzzy. He fought off the wave of pleasant warmth and put on his winning smile for the crowd.

“The holidays are a time to celebrate,” Johan said as he raised a narrow flute of champagne. Many other glasses were raised with him. With no other option, Todd lifted both of his cups of eggnog.

“The holidays are also a time to indulge,” Johan said with a meaningful nod at the untouched food. “So please. Be merry, be festive, but please for the love of god boys, pig out.”

Laughs sprinkled the air as many glasses were clinked, and Todd noticed something. Everyone was drinking champagne except for them. All the newbies were drinking eggnog, and they all had two cups each.

There wasn’t time to think about it, though, as the next odd thing happened. Instead of simply sipping their champagne, the boys all around them threw back their heads and downed their drinks in swift gulps. It reminded Todd of the way guys would throw back pre-workout powder in the locker room before a heavy lifting day. Was that the expectation? Todd, perhaps emboldened by the cups he’d already had, followed suite. He downed one cup of eggnog, then the other before giving Henry a smug look. Henry, whistled, then did the same. The other two newbies did their best, but the eggnog dribbled down their chins as they fought to swallow fast enough.

“Good boys indeed,” Johan said proudly, and the other men around them chuckled. Johan was looking at Todd. At Todd’s belly. Todd looked down and felt his face go red. His tiny little sweater had ridden up during the toast, probably because he’s lifted both his arms, and a band of his skin was on full display. Even worse, he’d totally forgotten about keeping a tight core, and his belly puffed out a bit making him look like he’d just polished off a full meal. Thinking quick, Todd dropped back onto the couch, stacked his drained cups, and pulled a pillow over his belly while he fixed his shirt. Soon Henry slumped besides him.

“That’s it, I need to eat something,” Henry huffed, looking accusatorily at his own empty cups. Did he look bloated, too? Or was that just his normal thickness welling up around him as he adjusted himself on the sofa?

“You’re in luck then,” someone said as a platter was plopped down on the coffee table before them. Henry’s eyes went wide. The platter was stacked high with cookies. There were frosted sugar cookies shaped like trees and decorated with gumdrop ornaments. There were gingerbread men sporting thick, doughy middles and big greedy smiles. There were chocolate chip cookies that still glistened like they were fresh from the oven, and all of it smelled amazing.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Todd was sure he’d never been hungrier. His stomach growled like it was eating itself. His eyes were fixed on the cookies, on the gingerbread men specifically, even though he knew he should be searching the banquet table for something healthy. Even a slice of pizza would be better than just straight sugar.

“Oh relax,” Johan said, swiping up a cookie. He bit it in half, then tossed the rest in. Other guys did the same, making a show of it. They even fed one another, In fact, all over the room similar indulgences were taking place. Todd was perplexed – how had the vibe shifted so quickly?

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Johan said, sitting back besides them on the arm of the sofa. But instead of finishing his sentence, he just took another bite. This time, though, he let out a small shudder, then took a deep inhale like he was breathing through a deep stretch. At the same time, the muscles of his chest visibly pumped up. His arms, too. It was an instant gym pump, but it wasn’t going down.

“Impressive formula, isn’t it?” Johan checked his watch, and grinned. The screen showed his weight, and it must have been glitching, because the number was slowly going up. But hadn’t Todd just watched his boss beef up? In fact a similar pump was happening to a few of the guys around them. Shirts were being unbuttoned as pecs gradually inflated. Belts were shed as glutes and thighs bulged. In addition to the moaning and the Christmas music, the room filled with the sound of slowly stretching seams.

“How is this possible?” Henry asked, amazed.

“A nifty little formula I whipped up,” Johan said absently, admiring the room like it was his handiwork. Evidently it was. He considered his now empty champagne flute. “It just takes a few drops mixed in to a protein shake or water, or even champagne, and voila. Combined with your well-trained metabolism, your fit bodies temporarily convert surplus calories to pure muscle. Consider it a bonus, or a holiday miracle even. Once a year, you boys get to indulge, guilt free. But just a little, right?”

He served them a devilish grin. Todd swallowed, still tasting the eggnog on his tongue. Perhaps he wasn’t drunk after all. Was Henry buying this? The results seemed to be undeniable as all around them fit bodies seemed to bulge bigger. This at least explained something Todd had been wondering as well: how did all the trainers seem to always stay so big yet so lean? How did the most well-paying clients get such fantastic results? It was all starting to make sense.

A moan snapped Todd out of his thoughts. Across from them, the twink from the front desk was sitting next to the spin instructor on a spacious love seat. He sat all the way on the edge, hands gripping the coffee table as a shudder ran through his body. His head rolled back and crumbs fell away from his lips. He was still chewing the first cookie as he reached for the second, then a third, then a fourth. His eyes were shut tight, like he was caught between pleasure and pain as he swallowed down the sugary bites, and it was soon clear why. His tight little outfit was gradually shrinking onto a new bulk covering his chest, his arms, and his thighs.

“Good boy, that’s what we like to see,” said Johan. A few other men had ceased their own growth to pay attention to the twink. They gave appreciative cat calls as he crammed in the next cookie. How many was he going to eat?

Todd’s mouth watered watching him. It looked awesome, and there was something totally erotic about watching the mix of pleasure and discomfort on the twink’s face as he ate himself bigger and bigger. The spin instructor was next, tentatively taking a macaron from the platter. Not long after his first nibble a look of surprise crossed his face and he leaned back. As he moaned, another macaron was placed against his lips and obediently he took it down in two bites. By the third cookie, he could do it all at once. The party whooped with appreciation as the boy’s thighs and calves slowly grew in his pants. As he finished the cookies, it was clear his glutes were growing too as he tried to adjust himself on the sofa.

“Bottoms up?” said Henry, next to Todd, lifting a sugar cookie. Todd realized he already had a gingerbread man in his own hand. He tightened the pillow in his lap, suddenly aware that he was getting hard in his pants. What was it going to feel like, to grow? He wanted to find out. Now.

“Bottoms up,” he agreed, taking his first bite.

“There we go,” said Johan with a whistle. The other men gave encouraging nods. Todd realized as he chewed that a crowd had formed around the sofas and coffee table, where more food was being placed down. Strong hands rubbed his shoulders from behind. He turned over his shoulder, and he was eye level with a row of bulges in gradually shrinking pants, and a few of the men had even shed their belts and undone their zippers.

Todd’s own cock got even harder. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting anything this hot to happen tonight. Maybe a few gropes here and there, but suddenly all the guys he’d dreamt about fucking around with were focused on him, were rubbing him, were occasionally rubbing their own bulges too as they watched him.

And then the sugar hit his system, and Todd completely forgot about the men around him. His skin was tingling all over, like the sudden flush that comes right as you hit your max during a weightlifting rep, but the relief never came. His body just remained suspended in that strange, tingling sensation. It was uncomfortable, and Todd tried to shake it off. He tried to breathe through it. He swallowed the last bite in his mouth, hoping it would pass, but it didn’t. Instead the tingling thickened everywhere, turning into a throbbing ache centered in his stomach and crotch.

“H…help,” Todd tried to call out, but the second his mouth opened, another cookie was placed on his tongue. Automatically he chewed and swallowed, and it helped. As he chewed and swallowed he gradually felt the tingling resolve into a new sensation. Tightness. Stretching. Not painful, but pleasant. He moaned, feeling with his hands as his chest began to swell in his tiny sweater. He could feel every seam if the garment pressing into him. It was a sensitivity he had never experienced in his life, and it only seemed to make him hungrier.

The men around him were not disappointed. They seemed to know exactly how Todd felt. Hands grazed over his body, gently squeezing his biceps and his shoulders. A few nimble fingers even went as far as gently pinching his nipples, which caused Todd’s to jerk upright. He clutched at the pillow over his crotch, pressing it down. For just a second, he felt like he was on the verge of cumming.

“More,” he said as soon as he regained some control. He didn’t need to ask twice. Johan had moved over to the twink, but a few other guys eagerly loaded up their hands with cupcakes and got behind Todd so they could alternate feeding him bites. Henry was getting the same treatment. The bigger guy’s eyes were squeezed shut, sweat dotting his brow, as pastry puffs were popped into his already-stuffed mouth. His cheeks bulged as he fought to chew it all down, and powdered sugar covered his lips and pecs. His pecs… they were massive. They totally filled out Henry’s shirt, causing the buttons to pull dangerously. Henry must have felt it because his hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt, but the tension made it impossible. His only hope would be to outgrow it from the inside out.

Todd fought down another blazing pulse in his cock. Henry had always been hot to him, but this was almost too much. Maybe he’d finally be Henry’s type, too, after this. Henry was always talking about how much he liked thicker boys, which Todd knew he’d never be. But with these new muscles, perhaps there was a chance…

The room suddenly grew loud as the men all reacted to something happening on the loveseat, where the twink and the spin instructor sat. Both boys had beefed up considerably, but the twink was nearly unrecognizable, almost a jock. His tiny frame had bulged obscenely with new muscle, causing his tiny t-shirt to stretch into a distorted crop-top that barely covered his pecs. His face had filled out too, turning manly and handsome underneath a glazing of frosting that covered his lips. His eyes were squeezed shut again. So was his mouth, even as the men tried to bait him with more cookies.

“I…I feel…” he started to say, but a cookie quickly found its way between his lips. His words became hard to hear as the men cheered him on, but Todd was sure the boy was trying to indicate something was wrong. This was confirmed when a second later the fitness tracker on the boy’s wrist let out a sound Todd had never heard form his before. Johan snatched up the twink’s hand to show the device face to the crowd, a gloating smile covering the boss’ face.

“Oh, what a shame. Looks like our dear desk boy has hit his capacity. Maybe overshot it a bit, in fact.” Johan peered at the beeping device. He was playing at being sympathetic, but Todd saw the devious glint in his eyes. Johan grabbed the boy’s face, squeezing suddenly plumped cheeks. “I guess that’s what you get sitting behind a desk all day, checking people into a gym that you never actually work out in.”

The boy’s voice was squished by Johan’s grip as he protested. “I work out.” Crumbs bounced from his mouth.

“That’s true. You lift weights here and there, but it seems you spend most of your non-work hours in the steam room.” Johan dropped the boy’s hand and it fell heavily onto his belly, which was suddenly devoid of the definition he’d started with. “Perhaps if you spent that time on the floor, lifting, your physique could handle a bit more calories.”

In a night of wild sights, Todd couldn’t believe what he was now seeing. The boy was bloating, and quickly. His hands pressed against a gut that looked almost painfully pushed out. If Todd didn’t know better, he’d call it fat, but where was it all coming from so fast?

“I can handle…” the ex-Twink was saying through his full mouth, crumbs cascading down onto his strained shirt as his pecs began to swell and point. “I can—” Another cookie was wagged in front of him and he groaned, yet ate it anyways, like it was the most intense pleasure of his life. He was getting bigger and bigger, but gone were the muscular gains from a few minutes before. He seemed to be softening. Still growing, but softening, and below him the pillows began to sag.

“I…I think I’m done,” said the spin instructor next to the twink. By now his legs were massive, small rips already forming to reveal bulging, muscular quads and rock-hard hamstrings. Clearly his years of teaching spin had endowed him with muscles that were able to soak up tons of the formula and the sugar, yet a strange thing was happening to him, too. His ass had widened beneath him, no doubt just as muscular at first, but a layer of fresh fat had begun to work up his hips. It now pushed gently against his belt, creating a slight but promising set of love handles. The spin instructor lifted his arms, twisting to get a good look at his sides, giving the whole room an accidental show. He was clearly distressed about it after seeing what was happening to the ex-twink.

“Nonsense,” Johan said, catching the instructor’s wrists above his head. The instructor’s shirt inched higher and higher, slowly revealing the first hints of a belly. Johan absently checked the boy’s watch, saying, “You’re always so enthusiastic in your classes. Imagine how packed the studio will be once everyone sees these legs you’ve built overnight.”

“I…I guess…” the instructor tried to lower his hands to hide his middle, but he seemed weak. Or, like Todd, was he intrigued? Todd felt himself clutching his pillow tighter as he leaned forward to see what happened.

The instructor glanced at the ex-twink, who was sporting quite the gut now and showing no sign of slowing down. The boy’s cheeks were rosy and full, like he was exerting himself immensely as yet another sweet was shoved into his mouth.

“What a pig,” Johan laughed. “But you won’t lose control like that, will you? We have the fullest faith in our fitness staff, of course. That’s part of why we do this little test. Discipline is, after all, the key to gains. The right gains, that is. Here, why don’t you have a little more?”

One of the other men wagged a piece of gingerbread in front of the instructor, who at first seemed set on resisting, but Johan kept whispering. “Don’t you want to see how far you can push yourself? Isn’t that what you say in your classes? You need to find your limit, push past it, and climb even higher?” Johan still had the instructor’s hands over his head. So far, there was no beeping from the watch.

“I…I really shouldn’t,” the instructor protested. He was trying to smile, like he wasn’t terrified, like this wasn’t him backing down from a challenge. “I really should be going.”

“Go where?” Johan asked. “Wasn’t your plan to sleep with someone here tonight? Isn’t that why you wore these tight pants, to show off that hard-earned bubble butt?” Johan coaxed the instructor into standing, testing out his new, massive legs. The men gave cheers of approval as the instructor twisted to try to see what they saw. Todd caught a glimpse of the most perfect ass he’d ever seen, though he couldn’t say how much the extremely tight pants were contributing. And it was unclear how the pants were even staying on. The seams all looked destined to burst. Even the instructor’s belt was strained, creating quite the squeeze around love handles that poked out by inches.

“I don’t want to get fat…” the instructor moaned, again clutching at his belly as he looked around at the men of the party, all holding sugary treats. Johan never missed a beat, moving to stand next to the wobbling instructor, grazing his swollen thighs and ass as he said, “But you do want to get fucked, don’t you?”

Several men were grabbing at the bulges in their pants. The instructor’s eyes went wide.

“Just a few more bites,” Johan coaxed. “You can do it, can’t you?”

“Just a few more won’t hurt, I guess.”

Lips wobbling, eyes squeezed shut, the spin instructor opened his mouth and took the tiniest of bites. No sooner had he swallowed when his own watch let out an alarm, flashing the same way the ex-twink’s had right before he blew up.

“No!” The instructor wailed. “Wait! I take it back!” But it was too late. The entire room watched in fascination as his thighs quickly ballooned, shredding his pants entirely to make room. His ass made quick work of the back seem, and whatever underwear he’d picked out that night burst without ceremony, revealing his naked ass. The most aggressive change, however, was the sudden swell of fat that traveled up into the instructor’s hips, exerting such sudden force against the man’s belt that he let out a wail of pain before the belt finally snapped at the buckle. Then only the instructor’s hands clamped down on the rising fat, but it was pointless. It was in his belly now, flowing up his sides, ballooning his pecs. Even his lean arms began to swell.

“No no no no no…” the instructor moaned, clutching at himself. To Todd’s surprise the swelling did ebb, perhaps because the instructor had only overdid it by one bite? But Johan clearly had a plan. The men nearby stepped forward, gently bending the instructor over to admire his ass. A few had their cocks out, and from the slick shine Todd figured someone was passing around some lube. They gently dragged the soft tips of their cocks over the raw, red marks where the belt had bitten into the instructor’s hips, and this seemed to turn the man’s attention from what was happening to him to what was about to happen to him. Just like Johan has insinuated, the instructor was about to get the fucking of a lifetime. His glazed expression seemed to say, maybe being a little thick wasn’t so bad, if it was this hot?

Someone squeezed Todd’s knee. Henry. Todd blinked, coming to his senses. While the room was focused on what was happening to the instructor, Todd and Henry locked eyes.

“We have to go. Now.” Henry said. He looked a little woozy, but his voice was low and urgent. This brought Todd back to his own dulled senses. This was their chance to escape. But if he stood up…

Todd waited a beat too long, and the chance passed them buy.

“Whoa, not so fast, boys!” Johan said, squeezing between them on the sofa. “Don’t tell me you’ve filled up on dessert before we’ve even hit the main course!”

“The main course?” Todd gulped. Before his very eyes he’d watched a twink transform into a jock, then swell up into the chubby boy before him. Meanwhile the once-lean spin instructor’s toned legs were thickly fattened, as was his ass, as a hoard of horny buff boys lined up to fuck him.

What was going to happen next?

“That’s right,” Johan said, admiring his work on the first two employees. “The main course.”

Henry caught Todd’s eye, then slapped on a big, cheesy smile. He was playing along, indicating Todd should do the same. Todd tried, but his eyes kept on sliding from smiling Johan to the spectacle of the fattened twink, and the instructor being gently bent into a fuckable position.

“What, you’re not enjoying our little show?” Johan asked, pretending to be offended. He grazed a hand over Henry’s new, even-beefier chest.

“I think we’re a little worried about becoming the show,” Henry said, biting down a sigh of pleasure. From the looks of it, he was still taking on more muscle, though it was hard to tell given Henry’s thicker stature at the start.

Johan nodded sympathetically. “Oh, you’ll be fine. Trust me. I mean sure, you might end up with just a little extra pudge, but aren’t the gains worth it? Besides, I have the fullest faith you can lose the fat…” Johan glanced at Todd, “…if you want to lose it, that is. It’s all about your control, after all. Besides, look around you. Everyone here is doing the same. The hog nog is our little annual treat.”

“Hog nog?” Todd asked. “Is that what you served us?”

“Of course! Only the best for our recruits!” The room cheered distractedly, only half paying attention to Johan as he chatted between Todd and Henry. Everyone had an eye on the instructor, who had been ushered onto all fours on the immense coffee table. A trio of beefy studs grouped behind him, greedily running their hands over his swollen hips and thighs. By the way the instructor was groaning, the cock being pushed into him was probably hitting all the right spots. The stiffness melted from the instructor’s posture as he finally relaxed. The top must have felt this, because the fucking quickly turned from a gentle easing into something much more carnal.

Todd tried to not to stare. The sooner this boner went away, the sooner he and Henry could make a run for it.

Johan was saying, “Everyone has some hog nog at the holiday party. Just a little, but we save our purest, undiluted batch for the new hires. It’s a bit of a game. A test, really. It takes great discipline to do what we do, and now’s your chance to prove yourself.”

“Prove ourselves?” Todd asked. His eyes were glued to the instructor.

“Of course. Consider it your final interview for a lifetime position with our gym. Strictly voluntary. You’re welcome to have as much or as little as you’d like, and you’re free to leave at any moment. All of you, although it appears some might be here for a while…”

Johan was referring to the instructor. The rough fucking had driven the instructor down, onto his elbows, putting his moaning face level with the treats on the table. Much of the cookies had been pushed away in the action, but someone was placing down a large, decadent cake swirled with chocolate frosting and dotted with sprinkles. Forks appeared and instead of slicing the cake, chunks were carved out and then pushed towards Todd and the other new hires.

“Trust me,” Johan said to Todd and Henry, “You both are the pinnacle of male fitness. You can handle way more than those two piggies. Don’t worry about them, though. They’ll get a free membership.”

Todd nodded. He was way more disciplined than those two. Not wanting to indicate his fear, he accepted the bite, as did Henry. Both boys moaned as they felt the body-wide aching ease into a swell as their muscles soaked up the sugar. The instructor wasn’t so lucky. The next time he moaned a bite was shoved right into his mouth, catching him by surprise. From behind, the top fucking him pushed in extra deep, inspiring another open-mouthed moan, and in went another bite, and another, and another, until the instructor’s cheeks were bulging as he chewed. For a moment he was caught in a daze, but then his eyes flung open and a hand rushed to his belly.

“Oh god,” he shouted through his full mouth. “Ooooh god, ooooh god!” His watch beeped madly.

“Now he’s really over done it,” Johan murmured.

With each thrust, more and more of the instructor’s body seemed to be rippling with fat. Everything was starting to jiggle, as though something was building in him. He must have felt it, too. He kept moaning “Oh god, oh goddd,” as he was getting fucked, but the panic was gone. Now, it sounded like a man being brought to climax. Even his hands—which had urgently tried to stop the fat from spreading—rose to pinch at his puffy nipples pointing from quickly swelling tits.

“Head down, pig,” commanded the top as he grabbed the instructor’s once-narrow shoulders and shoved him into the ruined cake. To Todd’s surprise, the instructor opened wide, accepting the dessert as others reached around him to help him scoop more into his panting, moaning mouth. It was beyond hot, but there was no way that was going to happen to Todd next. Right? Todd chewed with his eyes glued to the fattening instructor, breaking only to assess the ex-twink, who was practically overflowing the tiny love seat all by himself now. What pigs, Todd thought as he swallowed. How pathetic. And how hot. He and Henry were going to be fine, and probably laugh about this later.

And then Henry’s watch began to beep.

“Fuuuuuck.” Henry let out a low groan. His hands splayed over his gut. Almost in time with the slow beeps of his watch, a pressure seemed to be building under his hands. “Fuck. Fuck man,” he groaned. The way his face was screwed up, it was hard to tell if the sensation was pleasant or painful. Either way, his jaw still chewed and chewed, like his mouth was on auto-pilot.

“Henry? Your watch—” Todd started to say, but Johan shut him up with a snap of his fingers.

“Hush. This is the moment…” Johan trailed off. The room was quiet now—even the instructor moans lowered as the tops fucking him slowed down. Everyone’s eyes were on Henry, whose watch cried out on his wrist. Henry’s eyes were squeezed shut and he kept whispering “Fuck, fuck no, fuck, fuck.”

He was still chewing, though.

Johan’s hand was suddenly on Todd’s shoulder. “Look. His chest.” Todd held his breath and leaned closer. Sure enough, Henry’s pecs were swelling to the point that his shirt was about to bust open. One more bite—which Henry was chewing at this very instant—and it seemed the shirt was doomed. The whole room watched with lustful focus as Henry’s stubbled throat flexed, taking the massive bite down and into him. Even Todd held his breath, aware that he was harder than ever beneath over the pillow he clutched in his lap. What was going to happen to Henry? Shouldn’t he stop his friend from going too far?

Except for Henry’s watch, the room was silent. Then Henry let out a groan of discomfort and, quite loudly, the first button on his shirt popped off. It zinged into the crowd, ignored, as all eyes watched Henry’s pecs swell through the newly widened crevice in his straining clothes. But the show wasn’t over. In seconds Henry’s pecs swelled even further, jeopardizing the next button, and the next, but like clockwork they popped off, unable to keep his new body contained. Henry let out a cry each time, but it was clear the extra room was a relief. Soon, his beautifully tanned skin was straining through tiny rips in the shirt, pulling seams apart at the shoulders and biceps.

But Todd’s eyes were on Henry’s belly, clamped beneath the man’s strong hands. Thick puffs of fat were pushing between his fingers, ballooning under the shirt, and Todd found himself anticipating the moment it all ripped apart and he got to see the damage once and for all.

“Intriguing, isn’t it?” Johan said to Todd, surprising him. “You’re curious, aren’t you?”

“I’m good, I’ve had enough,” Todd said.

“But has he?”

Henry’s watch had slowed it’s beeping. His growth had all but paused. The room rustled with disappointment, but Johan’s smile was reassuring.

“Dear Henry here seems right on the verge, ready to tip. Do you know what that means, Todd?”

Todd shook his head, mesmerized by the sweat that dotted Henry’s face.

Johan pushed closer. “It means, Todd, that you’ve nearly won.”

Todd was nodding despite himself. This had been a competition all along, had it not? To see who could last the longest? Who was most in shape? Henry’s watch had beeped before Todd’s, but for some reason it wasn’t over. Maybe because Henry had managed to stop, just in time, before he was a total goner like the other two. Todd looked at Johan, confused, and saw the answer in the older guy’s hand. Another gingerbread man. Johan placed the cookie in Todd’s palm, saying, “Go on, then. Earn your victory.”

Henry was still breathing hard. His eyes were squeezed tight and his lips pressed together in denial. But Todd couldn’t help himself. He brought the cookie to his friend’s lips. Even just the smell made Henry’s eyelids flutter, and his lips part. One more bight was all Henry would need…

“Not so fast, Todd,” Johan cut in. “It wouldn’t be fair if one of you had more than the other, would it? That would hardly prove who is in better shape. If you want to really impress us, you’ll have to go bite for bite.”

“Bite for bite?”

Johan’s smile was simply too sweet as he produced yet another gingerbread man, wagging it in front of Todd’s own face. It smelled incredible, like nothing Todd had ever tasted. Instantly his mouth was watering. But…could he afford another bite? Johan seemed to think so. The risk was colossal, though, and shouldn’t he be helping his friend, not feeding him? Then again, he’d had a crush on Henry since they met. Maybe if Henry was dying to get back in shape, and Todd was in the best shape of his life, they could start something amazing.

Before Todd could decide, he felt something warm on his hand and heard Henry moan. To Todd’s horror (and delight) Henry was eating the cookie right out of his hand! Sucking it down with sensuous greed. It was incredibly hot feeling the man’s lips graze his fingertips, eager for the treat, and Todd’s own mouth hung open to accept Johan’s offer. Bite for bite. What was so bad about that? The cookie tasted incredible, and being fed while he fed his friend was achingly hot. He forgot all about his watch, or the new tightness in his thighs, or his rock-hard boner. He swallowed dryly, not even noticing Jonah beginning to feed him a second cookie.

“Just a little…more…” Johan whispered. The whole room was watching.

Todd was totally lost in Henry’s half-lidded stare, which somehow shined with both total surrender and an accusatory glint. Then something shifted, and Henry’s eyes fluttered wide, suddenly lucid as Todd pushed the last leg of gingerbread man into him.

“Dude,” Henry said, spitting crumbs, “Todd, what the fuck, man? What the fuck did you do to me—oh fuck. Oh my god. Holy shit. Holy—”

Henry’s watch beeped frantically one final time, then went quiet. Henry lurched back, pressing into the couch like he was trying to escape his own body. The pressure in his gut was audible now, pushing hard on the already strained fabric of his shirt. He looked around, desperate, but his eyes landed back on Todd. Large men behind the sofa pried Henry’s hands off his distended belly, forcing them to his sides so that everyone could get a good view at what was about to happen.

“Fuck, I can’t…I can’t stop it. Fuck Todd, help me, help meeeee.”

But it was already done. Henry’s middle quickly buckled outward, love handles flowing over the tight leather of his belt. His belly ballooned forward, into his lap, and with a final cry the last buttons of his shirt flew off. The men began to cheer—this is what they had been after—but the celebration died right away when Henry’s exposed belly didn’t slow down. No, instead of simply freeing itself, the tight fat of Henry’s new gut kept flowing. Softening. Trembling. Growing. And despite the man’s protests it was clear he was bound for bear-hood. Within seconds, Henry was sporting the belly of a 300 lb, overfed ex-powerlifter, with fatty pecs to match. The room gawked, amazed at the results, and the men holding Henry’s arms finally let go. Henry grazed his hands over his new gut, transfixed. Almost appreciative. Then, with his hands proudly settled on his belly, Henry winked at Todd.

“Knew you had it in you,” Henry said, his voice strong and clear. He sounded normal, no sign of the sugar-drunk piggy from a second ago. Todd was confused.

Henry flexed his chest, his arms, garnering praise from the men around the room. “This is perfect, Todd. Good work. I’ve been wanting to try out the bear look, but all the eating seemed like so much work. Thanks for helping me out.”

“Wait,” Todd sat back. “You wanted this? You were in control?”

“Sure,” Henry shrugged. “Listen, this test is all about self-control, but also not being afraid to push others. Push others hard. And you did great.”

What? This was a test, too? Henry was faking, just going along with the scared act to see what Todd would do? Johan’s sly smile seemed to confirm this. The men around the room were giving approving nods. Other activities had recommenced. The instructor began to moan again as the guys fucking him swapped out. The twink, now horribly obese, slurped noisily from a milkshake someone held up to his chubby face.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Johan asked Todd, who could barely sputter a response. Was it finally over? Did he win? Johan slapped him on the shoulder, saying, “How about another drink, eh?”

It was too much for Todd. All of the men staring, their bulging physiques, the smell of their sweat and spit, the smell of sugar in the air. His head swam and Henry’s new, bulging belly filled his vision even though he tried desperately to think of anything else. He could feel his body reaching its limit. His muscles were tight and sensitive like he’d worked out for three days straight, and they were begging to soften. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to go. Now.

“I’m sorry. I need to go.” Todd heaved himself up, but his balance was terrible now. His legs, powerful as they were, were a new impediment, and the lightness in his head was terrible. He clutched the pillow still, but now he was only vaguely aware of his cock. The room throbbed, but worse was the pleasure that rushed through Todd. Waves of it, like before, but why? He’d just had a little more, right?

“What’s this? A little starter belly?”

Shit, Todd thought. He’d wanted to pinch and poke at himself this whole time, but a sense of denial fought off any urge to confirm his worse fears were coming true. Johan steadied him from behind, the boss’s hands sliding around the taught fabric clinging to Todd’s hip. Todd squeezed his eyes shut, seeing himself only by Jonah’s wandering hands, which gradually squeezed a new heft of fat gathered against Todd’s belt.

“I ate a lot,” Todd whined. A weak, insipid denial.

“Oh, we know,” Johan laughed as he gently pried Todd’s belt open. Todd felt a pressure relieve, and his head cleared just a bit. That felt nice, but he had to keep his wits. He could go whenever, right? Those were the rules, but he couldn’t leave if he was naked.

“What’s this?” Johan’s hand grazed Todd’s bulge, which was still hard, and quite wet with precum. Todd swore, realizing he’d forgotten about this particular detail. He sat down, trying to rummage up his belt, but his bloated belly was firm and inconvenient. Why was he so out of breath, too? He felt hot all over, like his tiny protest had been a grand attempt at escape. The men nearby laughed, noticing the sweat on his brow. Johan knelt before Todd, walking his fingers over Todd’s rounded belly.

“Well, that’s a twist,” Johan said. “Here I thought you were just feeding Henry out of ambition, but all along you’ve had other interests.”

“What?” Henry had sat up a bit, hands on his knees. His arms rested on his new, furry gut. Todd wanted to shut Johan up, but maybe Johan would take mercy on him, finally.

“Our star personal trainer, Todd,” Johan lifted his voice so the whole room could hear him. “….is rock hard.”

The men went suddenly quiet, captivated again. A few hands pulled Todd down so he was sitting slouched on the sofa, only able to see the mound of his belly and his heavy pecs barely contained in his shirt. Past his belly, Johan’s eyes were fixed on Todd’s groin. Todd felt his underwear being pulled aside, and cool air finally breath over his cock.

He sat up, embarrassed, but to Todd’s surprise Henry reached forward and wrapped a strong hand around his cock. His touch was firm, but kind, and the ample precum created just enough slide that all the fight went out of Todd’s muscles.

“Now, how about that drink?” Henry asked, slowly massaging his slick thumb over Todd’s cockhead.

Has anyone ever been able to turn down a drink at a holiday party?

It was like Todd has been asked to do the impossible, and in a way, he had. Before his eyes, two of his coworkers have grown from trim gym bros to soft, submissive pigs. No, three, if Henry counted. But did Henry count? Todd’s long-term crush had blossomed from a hard-muscled trainer into a ball-bellied bear, but unlike the others there was nothing submissive about Henry now. The man had gained a domineering power that shocked Todd.

Shocked, and delighted him. Right now, Henry’s fist was wrapped around Todd’s throbbing cock, but the men were looking at each other directly in the eye.

“One more drink, right?” Henry growled, squeezing Todd where he was most vulnerable. Todd had to grit his teeth hard not to moan. If he wanted to get through this—and he did want to get through this—he needed to make sure he didn’t let his lips part with pleasure. Someone in here was bound to slip a treat inside, and as the hog nog in his system wore off, those final calories could mean the difference between Todd’s dream physique and…he didn’t even want to think about the other option. He was hard enough without that fantasy threatening him and his clothes.

“Fine,” Todd said, leaning back. “One more drink. But I want more hog nog. The pure formula this time, no dilution.”

The room of hunky men nodded approvingly at Todd’s ultimatum, but Todd himself found that he was regretting his prudent choice. The truth was, now that Todd’s erection had been revealed, he was starting to enjoy the attention a little too much. A whole room of your hot gym crushes practically drooling over you? Anyone would be swayed by the circumstances. Plus, Todd had won. He had outlasted the other new recruits, and he’d somehow fulfilled the secret test of pushing Henry just over his body’s limit, resulting in the god that leaned over him. What did Todd have to fear? Another drink, even if it was more hog nog, was just more of the same. If anything, it gave Todd even more credibility with the crowd of lusty body builders fawning over how his body, the fittest amongst the recruits, had been able to absorb the most sugar without buckling outward into obesity. No, he had made the right choice. Now it was time to just enjoy the win.

Todd’s fear drained away, and when someone passed him a fresh glass of sweet-smelling liquid, he tipped it back without breaking eye-contact with Henry. He swallowed it all at once, his powerful throat flexing in a single gulp. Only after it was in his belly did he register the strange, ultra-sweet flavor.

“Ah, you noticed!” Johan, the owner of the gym and the host of the party, plucked the cup from Todd’s hands and licked up the last few drops on the rim. “No need to be alarmed, dear Todd. It’s not often we get a perfect specimen such as yourself, so you’ll have to forgive me for a bit of….experimentation.”

Todd went rigid. What had he just drank? “But I said—”

Jonah raised up his hands in surrender. “And I listened. That was a cup of straight hog nog, just like you requested, but the truth is no one’s ever had more than a few drops before. In small doses, the formula converts sugar into pure gains, using the body’s fitness as a multiplier to determine how much muscle to create. Usually the goal is just to bulk up a bit, have a little fun, but a full dose? Well, I think the gains would only be limited by one’s appetite.”

“Will I get fat?” Todd bit the question out through gritted teeth, not because he was scared, but because when Jonah said ‘appetite’ he felt his cock flex in Henry’s hand. He was sure Henry had noticed, too, and it brought a flush to Todd’s cheeks. He had to cover his lust with disgust.

“Perhaps a bit of plushness can’t be avoided,” Jonah shrugged. “But at the scale you’re about to grow? The risk of excess fat is, theoretically, mitigated.”

Todd tried to focus on the words despite Henry next to him, lazily massaging his dick. Even more distracting was Henry’s soft, warm belly pushing into Todd’s side.

“So you’re saying…” Todd tried to piece it together as he felt a cooling flutter in his gut. An ache of hunger, regret, and eagerness all combined. “…is that I can eat whatever now?”

Jonah gave a smile that was pure charm. It was the same smile he’d served to the spin instructor before the man was coaxed into getting fucked fatter and fatter. If Todd has been level-headed, he would have stood up and ran, but instead he barely noticed the humor in Jonah’s voice when the boss nodded and said, “Oh Todd, that was always the case.”

The strange reasoning had dulled Todd’s attention as the pleasure in his cock inched towards climax. At the same time, the new, undiluted formula was crackling through his muscles, freezing new tension under his skin that begged for more fuel. Suddenly Todd’s fear inverted—instead of worrying about eating too much, he was only concerned about no eating enough. This time, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop, but did he need to?

A creampuff was floating towards his face as he considered all this, growing huge in his vision as his eyes focused on it with agonizing hunger.

Just a few more bites, he told himself, okay?

“Open up, baby,” Henry whispered. Todd obliged, and the treat filled his mouth with rich sweetness. He didn’t think. He barely chewed. He swallowed, amazed at his overpowering greed, and then all thoughts vanished as the sugar rushed through his system. The growth, this time, was a buzzy static under his skin. The swelling was gradual, but with a hefty momentum that was hard to stop. Todd lost track of the bites and their results, the feeding turning into one long, utterly exquisite growth all over, until the fabrics of Todd’s holiday outfit were balloon-tight. His chest, his arms, his ass, his thighs, even his collar. He felt like his clothes were nothing but tissue paper trying to keep him wrapped and small. But with another bite…

“That’s six,” Henry whispered appreciatively, rewarding Todd’s cock with a firm squeeze. Todd moaned, then through a mouth full of sweets he asked, “Six bites?”

Henry grinned. “Six creampuffs. All six, actually. We’re out. What’s next, boys?”

The attention of the room was back on Todd now, no doubt everyone awaiting another button-popping spectacle, and Todd found he was eager to give it to them. The fact that he’d lost track of the treats didn’t matter to him. He was close to hulking out of his clothes. He needed more.

Now.

Panting, his mouth yawned open as hands from every direction eagerly thrust desserts at him. Cookies, cupcakes, bites of pie, wedges of cake. The options overwhelmed him. Annoyed him, even. He was losing his hard-won momentum! The climax was slipping away! He bit into the nearest treat—a donut striped with green and red frosting, and little snowflake sprinkles—and it vanished in two meager bites. He needed something else! He opened his mouth wide in a desperate moan, and two treats went for it at once. Chocolate peppermint bark and a mini cheesecake. They smashed together on his tongue and he swallowed after barely chewing. Delicious. Todd felt his growth resuming, finally, picking up speed and urgency with each swallow. All at once, it was getting uncomfortably tight in his skin, but the tightness delighted him.

“You got this, pig boy,” Henry growled. Todd’s chewing paused. Did he call me a pig? But Henry’s hand squeezed his cock tighter as he repeated, “C’mon, big boy, you got this.”

Todd felt so close. So close. He was starting to feel full, too. He needed just a bit more to get the growth he so badly desired, and Henry was the key to that release. Todd focused on the pleasure of his cock and opened wide for one final treat. The straw of a massive milkshake found his lips. Perfect, he thought, drinking it down.

“Whoa, piggy, slow down,” Henry said, amusement in his voice. Todd for sure heard it that time. He called me a piggy! But it didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop himself, all worry swept away by the erotic pumping of his throat as he chugged the milkshake down into his overstuffed belly of desserts. “Piggy, you’re going too fast,” Henry warned. “You’re gonna overdo it, Todd. I’m serious. Dude. You’re going too fast.” Henry’s handjob had ceased, but his hand remained as a fist of tension around Todd’s twitching cock. “Todd. You don’t have to do more, it’s just a joke. Look at what you’re drinking. That’s a fucking gallon of melted ice cream. Dude. Todd. Your watch is about to beep. Snap out of it. Todd—”

The room went quiet, the only sound the slurp of Todd’s straw sucking up the last of the milkshake. As it was taken away, Todd saw that it was, in fact, a gallon container of chocolate ice cream, now completely empty because of his greed.

“Sorry,” he said to Henry, feeling a tiny burp rising in his throat. “I couldn’t stop.”

But then….it happened. Todd’s watch began to beep. A slow, dire bleet, like a final swan song, growing louder and faster as an angry warning flashed on the watch’s sticky face.

“Fuck. Wait, wait! What does that mean? You said—” Todd started to ask, but then all at once, all over Todd, it was like his muscles punched outward. The ripping release cascaded down his body, his clothes not only splitting but being torn to awkward ribbons that fought, and failed, to contain the glorious growing flesh below. Todd felt it—felt every cell swelling up, multiplying, swelling up again—and yet it didn’t diminish. Instead, the intensity increased violently, and for a split-second Todd was sure he was going to pop like a balloon. Was that what Henry meant when he said “overdo it”?

The watch’s beeping hammered into Todd’s skull, piercing the delirium of pleasure. He had to get himself under control, now, but was it too late? The watch only got louder as the sugar sunk into his system, warning of the inevitable, and everywhere his skin sparkles with growth. Todd’s instincts were to hold his breath and squeeze every muscle into compliance, but his training kicked in and—keeping his core tight—he breathed into the utterly gratifying growth of his body, riding the wave until it crashed. He braced himself for the crash—the moment his body couldn’t take another calorie, and somehow the focus helped. There was a flutter of softness in his guts, his hips, his chest, his neck, but just as it threatened to doom him, he felt his pulse even out, and the watch’s mad alarm started to steady.

Todd let out a sigh of relief, relaxing, and it was a mistake. A sharp squealing noise cut the air and everyone ducked. When Todd squeezed an eye open, everyone was laughing and pointing up at where his belt buckle had lodged into the ceiling. It wasn’t hard to imagine how the thing had burst so violently; Todd’s clothes were rags on his straining form now, the strip of his leather belt miniscule compared to the adonis hunk laying among them.

“That was…impressive,” Johan said. He seemed so tiny now. Everyone did, Todd thought, though the truth was he’d bumped up a few inches in stature. Johan heaved up Todd’s heavy wrist to check the fitness watch. “Right at the edge. No one has ever nailed it so precisely before, especially at such a perilous dose,” Johan said.

“The…edge?” Todd’s hands were clumsy things as he tried to paw at his body, but it all felt strange. Not wrong, but weird. Bigger all over, but solid muscle most places. His belly, though, was comically full. He poked a huge finger into the taught, bloated muscle. He groaned. Despite this giant size and the capacity it came with, he was at his absolute limit. Whatever Johan’s formula could absorb in Todd’s system, Todd was sure he’d nearly broken past its limits and nearly ended up fat-bellied forever. Even now the watch gave a faint chirp, like a far-off reminder. Todd’s mind swam. He could feel the threat of losing control nibbling at his focus, but if he could just hold on a little longer, he was sure he was going to be okay.

“I think a reward is in order, don’t you, Henry?” Jonah asked.

Henry had backed up during Todd’s growth spurt—everyone had. The once expansive couch barely fit the reclining Todd all by himself, so big had he grown. He could feel it sagging beneath him. If he moved, it might buckle. He didn’t even dare sit up. He felt a little sheepish now, a little dumb, just laying sprawled out in the ruins of his clothes, with crumbs covering his face and gathering in the deep ravine between his sweating pecs. In fact, Todd could barely see over the mound of his own muscles as Henry sank to the floor, between Todd’s legs.

Then Todd felt a tongue on his cock.

“A…reward?” Todd said, pleasure hitching in his voice. As Henry lapped at Todd’s cock, he slid his hands up cut V of Todd’s pelvis, over Todd’s bloated gut. Todd’s head rolled back, a moan breaking free. The growth had rendered him senselessly sore, and every touch was like the best massage after a hard day’s lift. If he felt any shame about getting sucked off right in the middle of the party, it melted away as Henry’s mouth opened wide to take him in. But the pleasure wasn’t quite complete. Todd’s mouth panted open, too, and couldn’t seem to close again. He felt a pesky emptiness still that Henry could do nothing to relieve. He felt…a little hungry.

Thankfully, Jonah was there to make sure no one gave Todd another morsel. The couch sank even lower as Jonah climbed up, feet planted on either side of Todd’s waist, so that he could look down at his creation as he unfastened his belt.

“Look at you,” Jonah said, eyes gleaming. “Perfect, in every way. The clear superior to your peers.” Jonah motioned to one side, to the twink, who had blown up first when his vanity quickly overtook his self-control. Now the poor boy was huffing and puffing, red-faced, as multiple men pinched at his swollen nipples. Jonah motioned to the other side, to the spin instructor. The once sinewy man had exploded into a plush, fattened body that rippled with the force of his rigorous fucking. His fifth of the night, Todd thought. And Jonah didn’t need to motion at Henry. Todd could feel every inch of Henry’s greedy throat as the other trainer expertly worked Todd’s cock towards climax.

Now Jonah had his cock out, too. He slowly jerked the length of the immense thing as he sat upon Todd’s heaving chest. “Superior to your peers, but somehow hungrier. What a delightful appetite, indeed. Let me help you with your new oral fixation.”

Thank god, Todd thought, feeling relief the moment Jonah’s cock hit his tongue. He’d had plenty of fantasies about Jonah too, of course, and now that his boss had transformed into a gorgeous, silver-hair hunk? Todd was eager as ever to impress, except instead of tasting the salt of Jonah’s precum, Todd tasted only sweet. Then he felt it—the grit of sugar—and his mind flashed back to the moment before when Jonah had generously pumped the length of his cock.

“What’s wrong?” Jonah growled. Where Jonah caressed Todd’s jaw, crumbs were cascading from the cookie he’d sly crushed up while Todd had been distracted by the twink and the instructor. Now that cookie had become a sugary paste which Jonah had slathered up and down his cock. Inch by inch, he was getting a final handful of calories into his beefed-up experiment. The timing couldn’t have been worse for Todd, whose already pitiful self-control was gradually being licked away by Henry between his legs.

It was too much and not enough. It was happening so fast, yet not fast enough. The entire night had built up to this—the entire year, in fact, had been training for this holiday party—and Todd had handled every new and strange test. How could he let himself go now? He’d sucked off tons of studs, and he’d gotten head from tons more. Why was this scenario creating a lust within him so heavy and hungry that he couldn’t help taking another inch of Jonah’s sugary dick? Then another? Then another, until his chin was crammed against the base of Jonah’s balls.

“Careful, piggy,” Jonah warned, grabbing Todd’s hair and prying his greedy lips away so that another coating of sugar could be applied. In a daze, Todd dutifully redoubled his efforts, grabbing Jonah’s hips and pulling him fully down so that the length of his sweet cock bottomed out at the base of Todd’s throat. The sugar, cut through with the salt of Jonah’s precum and the musk of Todd’s spit, was a mix so potent that Todd couldn’t help himself. In this moment, he was exactly the pig Jonah had hand-picked for exactly this

Henry abruptly stopped sucking Todd off. “Dude, Jonah, that’s enough,” Henry said from between Todd’s legs, his breath a cool, sobering air on Todd’s aching balls. “You’re not still feeding him, are you? He’s getting a little soft…”

Henry didn’t mean Todd’s cock, which was rock hard. So what did he mean? Todd finally felt the delayed sensation of Henry’s hands pushing up into his belly. It had been taught with tension before, but now it seemed like Henry’s hands were pressing into brand new fat. Fat that was grumbling bigger and bigger. Todd’s eyes shot open, his lust clearing for a moment as he realized his mistake, but at the same time Jonah let out a cry.

“Just a little…more!” Jonah moaned, and a surge of cum filled Todd’s mouth. The load was so abundant that a dribble shot down Todd’s lips, but like an obedient pig he found his lips clamping tight, hoarding the rest of it as he shoved Jonah off to the side. Now he could see clearly what had Henry in a panic. The bloat of his belly had indeed relented into a wide, trembling belly. It pushed out as Todd sat up, gurgling with the threat of more growth. He wrapped his massive arms over it like he could make it go away, and for at least a moment more, nothing happened.

“Don’t swallow that load,” Henry said direly.

Todd could taste the abundant sugar that had snuck past his lips during the blowjob. He almost swallowed on reflex, but he stopped just short of guzzling the thick cream down into his overstuffed stomach. His body had absorbed all the sugar it could, even with the undiluted dose, yet his watch hadn’t beeped again. Todd felt scared, but at the same time, overconfident. What was the harm with swallowing this final treat?

“Cum has calories, right?” Henry surveyed the room. “Right?” But instead of gathering support for his warning, all Henry managed to do was provoke a rising chant out of the other men.

Swallow it. Swallow it. The room boomed with the words, the chant quickly falling into an incoherent maelstrom of demand. Clutching his belly, cheeks flushed, Todd was a spectacle of greed and humiliation as he turned from man to man with his fully, sticky cheeks. Their bulky, muscular bodies closed in around him, locking out all reason and enclosing him in one final, inescapable decision.

Todd obediently swallowed. The sugary load was warm all the way down, settling atop everything else he’d eaten that night.

The men leaned closer. Jonah, closest of all. Even Henry hovered between Todd’s legs, eyes scanning for the first signs of the inevitable. The whole room listened for the telltale alarm of the watch. Then Todd winced. The men drew closer, but all that happened was Todd let out a tiny, polite burp, followed by an open-mouthed sigh to show off his empty mouth. He was going to be okay.

“See?” he said, breathless and relieved. He held up his watch, hoping to brandish it’s victorious silence, but it was gone. A red mark on his wrist indicated where it had been until, minutes ago, he had outgrown the fitness tracker.

“Dude…” Henry started to back away. “What have you done?”

“Done? I’m fine,” Todd protested even as the couch let out a defeated crack and began to sag all the way to the floor. Todd ignored it, clutching his belly tighter as he held to the fierce denial that had preserved him all evening from facing his eventual piggy fate.

“Todd, I’m sorry, buddy, but you did this to yourself,” Henry said in a patronizing voice.

Todd shook his head, trying to laugh it off like this was just guy talk. “What are you talking about? I’m fine, Henry. I know my limits. I’m a jock, remember? I’m—”

It happened fast, but no faster than the others. In truth, Todd’s fattening was the slowest of all, gathering momentum the entire night as his lesser peers gave in one by one. But for all its slowness, it had built itself into something ten times as intense. In fact, even in the first few seconds of it, Todd realized the sizeable growth witnessed tonight—the twink, the instructor, Henry, and himself—was nothing compared to metabolic atom bomb he had stuffed himself with.

Still, he found himself desperately in denial against the pleasure exploding all over him.

“It’s just a bulk,” Todd whined as fat puffed up beneath his hands, his belly gathering in his arms until his hands couldn’t even meet at his deepening belly button. “I’ll lose this extra weight in no time,” he pleaded as his thighs thickened beneath him, the gulf of couch between his legs rapidly filling up, his knees turning into lone, lost dimples as the fat even spread down to his ankles. And finally: “I’m a jock, fuck please, someone help me. I’m a jock, remember?”

“Todd, I’m sorry, kid, but you’re the biggest pig here,” Henry said, voice thick with gloating. He had won after all.

“I’m not,” Todd protested. Shaking his head, he felt the new lethargy of multiple chins gathering in a ring around his neck. No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to gain back the control he’d mastered only minutes before. It was as though every tiny debt he’d incurred all evening was being paid, all at once, and he was powerless to do anything other than watch his once-perfect body explode into rolls and rolls of glossy, abundant fat. He’d taken every single bite, accepted every single challenge, and now the hog nog was soaking up every grain of sugar, burying Todd where he lay as his crush looked down with rich satisfaction.

Worst of all, though, was the emptiness. As the rapid fattening slowed, Todd felt the sudden absence of all that he’d eaten, now absorbed and repurposed. It left him with a hunger like he’d never felt before.

“Oh, is piggy ready for more?” Henry said, noticing the way Todd’s eyes flicked over the banquet table still laden with sweets. By now the other scenarios in the room had resumed, the ex-twink on his loveseat, the spin instructor getting gently fucked. It was just Henry and Todd now, on the ruined couch.

“I…I really shouldn’t,” Todd said, though it was more of a moan as Henry’s massive hands dug below Todd’s massive belly and found what little remained of the stud’s former length.

“Relax,” Henry said, producing a gingerbread cookie. “It’s the holidays, buddy. Calories don’t count.”

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