Santa and his Yuletide Blunder

Santa and his Yuletide Blunder

Having done this job for so long, St. Nick was really getting tired. Not about delivering presents to kids though, he absolutely loved that. Nothing in the world brought him more joy than to bring the children gifts that made them smile and laugh. Sadly, that did have some caveats, especially when it came to the sheer amount of cookies and milk he went through every Christmas night. As a result, he was extremely overweight, and constantly wheezed and squeezed whenever he tried to shimmy his way down a chimney. 

Everyone in his workshop took note of this, and his elves would spread rumors behind his back about if he was going to have a heart attack soon, or if he had diabetes and was about to lose a foot. Even Mrs. Claus started looking at her husband in a different light, noting how he was more prone to sleeping than to doing things in the shop. Of course, she wasn’t surprised when his sleep schedule left him waking up later and later each day. This didn’t fare too well after a while.

One morning, Santa groggily woke up in his bed to beams of sunlight streaming onto his face. His eyes scrunched in discomfort and he had to wait for his sight to adjust to the sudden change in his surroundings. From his vision, he could tell that Mrs. Claus had already gotten up and started her day. He groaned at the thought of the shit she was going to give him. Once his eyes finished adjusting though, he sprang out of bed in a hurry. He failed to account for the decreased amount of sunlight that far north, and so it was two in the afternoon…ON CHRISTMAS EVE!

He sprang out of bed in a panic, only to sit back down on his ample ass. The bed groaned in protest as the springs expanded and compressed in such a short span of time. His gut jiggled as well, making his legs spread apart due to it getting in the way while he sat. There was no way he was going to be able to get his sleigh ready and do all the prepwork needed to conduct that night’s deliveries. Was he going to have to cancel Christmas this year and give everyone and IOU? From the looks of it, that was going to be the case. 

Feeling dejected, he got out of bed, put on his traditional red suit and pants with the heavy black boots, and went into the kitchen with his head hanging down. His wife was in there, cooking some steak and eggs on the stove. She did not look pleased. 

“Looks like the lazy bum finally got up,” she said. “You have any idea what day it is?!” Santa sighed.

“I don’t need this right now dear. I’m already feeling like shit thinking about how many kids I’m going to let down,” he said. Mrs. Claus whipped around to face him, pointing the spatula fiercely in his direction. 

“What do you mean, ‘I’m going to let down?’” she spat. “You’re going to do deliver those presents no matter what. You are not getting out of this so easily because you don’t have the motivation to keep yourself in healthy, working order!”

“But dear, how in the world am I going to do that when I haven’t even gotten the sleigh ready?”

“I’m already ahead of you on that. I assigned the elves to do that for you, albeit with a lot of protest on their part since the reindeer don’t like the smell of elf. All you have to do is get in that sleigh and do your duty to deliver those presents.”

“I really hope that I’ll have the energy to do that though. Will my suit even fit me this year?”

“Don’t worry about that, I have that covered too. The first thing you need to do though is eat your breakfast.” She took the steak out of the pan and put it on a plate, followed by the eggs on top. She set the meal in front of him and walked out of the room, presumably to oversee the preparations for Santa’s midnight ride. With a sigh, he dug into his plate. Even though the woman was a pain in his ass, she was still an amazing. Probably part of the reason why he was so fat. 

He scarfed down the meal with unbridled gusto, savoring the rich, greasy flavors of the steak while smearing the golden yolk all over. If he had to be honest with himself, it was probably the best breakfast she had ever made him. In fact, he was feeling re-energized and amazing, like something in the food was giving him new life. 

“Dear lord woman, what did you do this steak?” he asked himself. He looked around the counter to see if there was any sign of something she added to the meat in the pan, but he couldn’t find anything. He didn’t care that much at the moment though, considering he finished his breakfast in the span of five minutes. And the worst part was he was still hungry! 

With a huff he got out his chair and proceeded over to the huge Amana refrigerator, a relic from the 50s. He pulled the steel handle to reveal a fully-stocked fridge, and began eating like a maniac. The funny thing was, he wasn’t feeling lethargic like he usually did whenever he ate that much. He just kept going and going. That was until he looked down. 

Santa blinked several times in disbelief at what he was seeing.Was it possible that his belly was receding? From what he saw, the buttons on the front of his coat were no longer straining from the size of his gut. Unfortunately, another grumble from his stomach prompted him to forget about that and continue eating. He continued shoveling fruit, vegetables, bread, leftovers, and whatever else was left in the fridge into his waiting mouth to satiate his almost insatiable hunger. At one point he even resorted to eating a stick of butter. However, his heart pumped without abandon, and he wasn’t wheezing as he stood in the fridge’s fluorescent glow. Without warning, he felt his clothes getting tight again, and stopped. 

“Ah great! Am I going to have to get this thing refitted?” he said to no one in particular. Looking at his suit, he saw something that froze him in his tracks. The sleeves of his red velvet coat were the source of the ripping sound, being that the arms inside were somehow tearing it apart from their sheer size. He poked at the bulge of his bicep, expecting it to give with considerable fat rolls, but it was hard and muscular to the touch! He checked his other arm, and the same was true there.

Santa groaned at the pressure he felt across his chest, and saw that top buttons were straining again from what looked like his swelling pectoral muscles. He ripped open his coat to examine what was happening and let a gasp at the changes occurring with his torso. What was once a bulging mass of jiggling fat rolls, pot belly, and man boobs was now a bulging mass of rippling pecs, abdominals, and obliques. In the minutes after he had eaten his breakfast, his was now ripped and shredded to a tee, rivaling the bodybuilders he occasionally would give gifts to if they were good athletes and refrained from using steroids. 

He noticed he was still growing, so he gave his biceps a massive flex to test them out. Not to his surprise, his arms exploded out of the confines of his sleeves to reveal huge muscles measuring probably 18 inches around, but not for long. The muscle underneath the skin undulated with activity, adding more and more mass to his already large size. The same was happening for his pecs and abs, making his chest go beyond 50 inches around and adding another row of abs to his six-pack, making a total of eight. 

He suddenly felt a pinch across his legs, and saw that everything down there was growing as well! With a grunt, he tore them off so he stood in the kitchen in nothing but his white briefs. His quads, hamstrings, and calves rippled with energy as they expanded to a more robust and sturdy framework of individual muscles. They looked strong and powerful like a prime racehorse. 

With a jolt, the sudden burst of growth came to a halt. Santa stood in front of the refrigerator breathing heavily from the ordeal. He now had the body of a prize-winning bodybuilder who had been in the game for three decades. Every muscle on his incredible frame bulged as blood pumped through his body in angry veins that pulsed under his now taut skin. It was enough to make him start feeling up his brawn, running his hands across his chest and down his bumpy abdominals. 

He looked up and saw one of the kitchen cabinets was slightly ajar. Inside, he noticed something he had never seen before. A small canister of what looked like a special protein powder. He got it out and read over the label to know what the hell the stuff was. It was something called “GROW-PRO ULTRA.” Little bit of a weird, but if this was the stuff that made him that way, he didn’t care. Now he felt like he saddle up all the reindeer himself and carry just as many presents in his magical sack. There was no question he was going to be able to fly around the world that night to bring happiness to all the good boys and girls.

Good ole’ St. Nick, still basking in the warm glow of newly transformed physique, hatched a brilliant plan. If just a little bit added to his steak and eggs made him grow that much and gain that much energy and strength, then a whole scoopful would make him godly and powerful enough to do his rounds in record time. Without any sense of hesitation, he popped open the top and scooped out a few tablespoons of the dark brown powder and immediately poured it into his waiting maw. It tasted sweet and chocolatey, and he didn’t care he was downing it all dry. 

His muscles started throbbing almost instantaneously, but no growth was happening, as if his body was preparing itself. He ran for the bathroom with the full-length to see his changes happen. He noticed how his increased weight made his footsteps thud heavily on the wood floor. When he got to the bathroom, he turned on the light just as the throbbing in his muscles increased ten-fold as the growth started again. 

He watched as his entire being swelled with power and magnificence that was unrivaled by anything his body was once before. Everything under his skin was undulating an rippling, breaking all the fibers and instantly healing them to make them grow. You would’ve thought this was an incredibly painful experience for him, but like the shock of the day, nothing was to be expected. He moaned with pleasure at the changes happening, and continued rubbing his pecs, which jutted out a good five inches from his torso in two striated masses the size of couch cushions. The nipples had grown as well to about the size of nickels.

His biceps and shoulders blew outwards, giving his arms the strength to carry even bigger presents. Hell, he could probably carry a car if he wanted to. His legs also grew, the individual muscles twitching and throbbing without abandon as they transformed into the powerhouse machines needed to make him run faster than the car he could carry. His eight-pack became even more defined and bumpy, the intercostals and obliques further highlighting the extreme definition he was acquiring. He threw his arms behind his head and crunched down to flex them. He gasped at the sight of each little muscle coming together in aesthetic perfection.

“Oh fuck this is good,” he said quietly. Santa stroked his beard as well, noting how it seemed neat, trimmed, and a little bit sexy. In fact, there was a light dusting of salt and pepper hair all over his torso and legs, making him look like the stereotypical depiction of a muscle daddy. He knew that this wasn’t going to be the image most people throughout the world would associate with him. After all, he was supposed to be the jolly old fat man that gave presents and mindlessly ate cookies and milk at every house. Now though, he hoped those families were going to leave something with more protein with satisfy his need to be bigger and stronger.

Another idea came into his head then. If a little bit with his food made him grow that much in the first place, what would it be like if he ate right then? Without thinking he ran back over to the kitchen and grabbed at the fridge. He ripped the door off its hinges by accident in his sudden rampage. He didn’t care. All he saw was what he neglected to devour in the first round of growth. He shoveled food into his mouth in a frenzy, note paying attention to the crumbs and general mess getting caught in his white beard. 

While he was downing a third gallon of milk, he felt the vibrations in his muscles return with incredible fury, making him double over in what he thought was pain at first. however, like the rest of his growth, the feelings were much more pleasurable than he ever anticipated. All of his muscles started rippling and expanding again, but he also some additional changes happening in his skin-tight briefs, which acted more like posers at that point in time. 

His ass, usually too fat and misshapen for anyone to consider desirable, was contracting and flexing of its own to form magnificent orbs of bulbous power that ate away at the material of his underwear, making it go in between the cheeks to look like a thong. He felt up his ass, marveling at the smoothness of his skin that contrasted with the ripped striations of his glutes underneath. All of sudden though, his attention was drawn to the front of his briefs as he felt a painful pinch from the tightness of his growing package.

Prior to that day, his dick had not been anything special. Mrs. Claus had fun with it back in their younger years, but now it hadn’t been serviced in almost three decades. Now though, the horniness of the situation was forcing thoughts into his head of fucking anything that moved. His cock was inflated and lengthening in the material, bringing the basket down to reveal the base of his mighty, flaccid, cock. It was at least a foot long and six inches around by that point, and was still getting bigger!

With a grunt, Santa ripped off his underwear stand buck-naked in his kitchen. Now, he literally picked up the fridge with as little effort as possible, and poured everything into his mouth. His stomach distended from the sheer quantity of food going into his belly, making the abs curve outwards. That went away pretty quickly though, bringing back the rippling core that could’ve made him famous as a fitness model. Aside from the abs though, the rest of his body was more like a bodybuilding porn star. A well-hung bodybuilding porn star. 

He set the fridge back into place and walked back over to the bathroom to see the results of his transformation. His footsteps were even heavier than before, making the floorboards creak under his weight. His cock swayed back and forth, slapping against his gargantuan thighs and stimulating his overly-sensitive shaft. As soon as he saw himself in the bathroom mirror, his cock grew to its fully erected state at the sight of his colossal body. He gave himself a double bicep pose before he saw all of his attention to his dick, which was now a foot and a half in length. He stroked without abandon, forcing a climax in well under a minute. 

Everything in his vision turned white as his dick exploded in a torrent of cum. His orgasm lasted almost ten minutes, filling the porcelain sink and then the bathtub when he had the mind to point it there. Once the event ebbed back to his flaccid state, stood proudly in the bathroom feeling up his new muscles and flexing them to test their power. Now he knew that he was going to have the energy to complete the deliveries that night. Although, he was going to need a new suit to keep everything PG for the kids. He walked out into the kitchen and spotted the canister of magic muscle growth powder on the counter. He decided to forego the inclusion of a new suit. After all, adding that to the cookies and milk all over the world was going to make him into something that everyone would marvel and awe at.