12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 13th

Two days later, Max was in his car on his way to the gym.

He tried to get comfortable in his seat, but a lot had changed in the last few weeks. The size his balls had reached was truly majestic, and he was thrilled that they finally matched his titanic cock—but in the process they had also outsized his whole wardrobe.

They were wedged up under the steering wheel now, and every time he turned, he squeezed them a little with his hands.

It made it challenging to focus on traffic.

Still, Max wanted more. Every morning he woke up lusting for his body to be still grander. It didn’t matter to him that he could hear people on the streets talking about him, calling him a freak. He loved that. For Max, it was proof that he had finally made it, that he had outclassed 99.9% of people. But even this wasn’t enough. He was so hungry for more size, more muscles, more everything. If Santa’s elves had come on Christmas Eve to strap him to a machine and pump him full of growth juice, he would have obliged happily. He would have cried tears of joy, probably.

Thinking about this fantasy, he had felt an irresistible hunger all day. He drove by several fast-food restaurants, almost stopping every time before reminding himself that he was on his way to the gym. When he finally pulled into the gym lot ten minutes later, his belly was growling loud enough to drown out the motor.

He was still waiting for a gift today. There hadn’t been any changes in forty-eight hours. His body was overdue for a growth spurt! Could the hunger be part of it?

Max had started waddling when he walked in order to accommodate his balls. The two basketball-sized orbs in his stretched-out shorts were hard to control. He could feel his cock starting to chub up with every step he took.

Changing in the locker room, it felt good to let his manhood breathe for a few seconds. He basked in the stares his balls earned when they fell free, almost touching his ankles.

The gnomes were on hand, as always. One of their voices emerged from a nearby locker.

“If his balls get any bigger between now and Christmas, he could end up stuck in the house. Which I think could be kinda nice, personally.”

“I think he’d still leave the house, just to parade them in front of everyone. He doesn’t care. He wants everyone to see.”

“No, I mean he might literally get stuck inside his house.”

They stared as Max posed naked in front of the mirrors. Flexing with his balls on display was enough to get him almost fully hard.

“Man, I’m fucking starving! And I ate a shit ton at breakfast today,” Max said. His hands rubbed his flat six-pack.

The gnomes exchanged a look.

“We should help him.”

“We definitely should help him.”

After Max had put on shorts—a futile gesture, since they didn’t really succeed in hiding anything—he turned around to find a gigantic bottle sitting on the bench. In messy handwriting, someone had scribbled “Free for Members” on the outside. He opened the lid and smelled the protein shake.

“Mmm. I fucking love strawberry.”

“Hit and sunk!” the gnomes whispered.

Max started chugging. His hunger was so strong, he didn’t even realize that the bottle didn’t seem to be emptying as he drank. He chugged for two solid minutes, then four, and there was still plenty left. The taste was perfection—smooth, rich, full of flavor but not too sweet. He couldn’t remember ever having anything so satisfying. He moaned in between gulps as he kept drinking.

It wasn’t long before his once-flat belly had begun to bulge outward. But his six-pack didn’t fade—quite the reverse. After ten minutes of gorging himself, his torso was looking more like a cobblestone road, abs popping out more and more. But the belly behind it was getting bigger and bigger.

As Max put the bottle down to catch his breath, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was shocked to see the impact of his gluttony.

“Holy cow. Is that...me?”

He turned sideways and patted his muscle gut.

“Damn, I’m getting big! My arms and legs, too!”

He looked down at the bottle in his hand. A devilish smile appeared on his face.

“Need more.”

He threw his head back and drank deeply.

His muscle gut swelled again, growing fatter and fatter with muscle mass. He sat down to lean against the lockers as he drank, his balls coming to rest in his lap, his cock quivering with excitement, his gut expanding all the time.

He stopped drinking, entirely out of breath.

“Fuck, I’m almost full. Damn, this hurts!”

Max gave his belly a little shake. Gallons of liquid were sloshing around inside.

“If we don’t stop him, he’s gonna drink until he pops!” one gnome said to the other.

“You’re right. Wait.”

With a snap of his fingers, the bottle was no longer bottomless. Without noticing the difference, Max drank off the rest of it and stood up again. Now he was toting a big-ass cock, a super-sized ballsack, and an impossibly heavy muscle gut.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Look at the size of me! Shit!”

He found the locker room scale and stepped on.

“318 pounds—I’m a fucking giant! Burrrrp!”

His old gym shirt was three sizes too small now. The majority of his gut now peeked out of the bottom of it. Feeling full to the brim, he left the locker room. It was time to show off his gains.

Before the gnomes could follow, one nudged the other. Max’s lifting buddy Jonas was on the other side of the locker room. As they watched, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a pretty substantial muscle gut of his own.

The gnomes were impressed.

“Look at the size of that! Is that from Max?”

“He inflated his friend like a balloon!”

“It looks like all the pieces are falling into place. Fantastic!”

“Just a few more days. He’s almost ready for us.”

December 15th