Standing in the middle of your living room, in front of the Christmas tree, you lazily stare up into Santa's eyes. The jolly old looking figure smiles contentedly at you, and extends his arms around you.
"Come my boy, let me grant your wish." Santa says, as he wraps his arms around you. You shudder apprehensively at this larger, hairier old looking man suspiciously, but the warmth about him tells you its ok. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around Santa's immense stomach, or what parts you can grab, and you feel his lips, his coarse bearded lips, pressing against yours.
Santa easily presses you against the bare living room wall opposite your Christmas tree, his manly tongue penetrates your lips so easily, and you can tell that Santa was a top if any gay bear was one. Your arms sensuously run along Santa's sides, as does his arms across your backside.
All the while, you feel strange. Your stomach growls frequently during the make out session,but every time you feel this Santa's tongue darts into your mouth, and it ceases. Also, you feel as if your arms can grope less of Santa as the kissing subsides, and that you two seem to have spread slightly apart.
Eventually, santa leans off of you, and you're standing eye-to-eye with him.
"So, Jack, what do you think?" Santa asks, as he moves back and lets you stand in awe of your new figure.
Surely he's joking right, you think to yourself. Nevertheless, you look down and your shirt is riding up! Not only that, but a slightly wrinkling on the chest of your undershirt scares you. As you lean your arms up to take it off, however, the fabric stretches to its limits, and the sleeve tear off, revealing thick, muscular arms to couple with your new ball belly and a set of somewhat flabby man tits. You blink in sheer awe, and then turn to Santa, who is approaching you once more.
"Need a new shirt there, boy?" He asks happily, grinning at your disgruntled face. The jolly figure presses his hand against your chest, and oddly enough you don't respond with shock or anger. Santa's fulfilled a lifelong wish of yours. His hand pulses with magic, and your clothing begins to change on your body. The fabric of your shirt morphs into a small leather vest, barely covering your slightly-hairy ball belly. Meanwhile, your pajama pants have taken a new turn and look like black leather pants but you can't tell, being hooked on Santa's cute, majestic face.
Blushing at how forward and open your lust of larger men was, you can't help but try and cover up. Santa shakes his head in response.
"C'mon Jack, lets get you used to your new body. I might even through in a few more things if your a good boy."
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