Max Reynard | Morphelio

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After sleeping with a chubby, muscular silver fox he’s picked up from the bar, a man begins experiencing unbelievable changes that transform him into Santa’s likeness.

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Diego took another sip of ice cold Tito’s with a squeeze of lemon and lime, gave the bartender a tired half-smile, and turned in his stool to survey the room. Thanksgiving night and the bar was slim pickings, but a man on the far side caught his eye and winked back at him. He threw back the remainder of his glass, took a deep breath, and started venturing across the bar.

“Nick,” he offered politely, standing to greet Diego and motioning for him to sit. “What were you drinking, handsome, and can I buy you another?” Diego obliged the request, and scanned the man up and down, a genuine smile breaking his face for the first time that day.

The man looked maybe a decade older than Diego, strapped with thick muscle, soft and round with 80lbs or so of extra fat. Coiffed hair and beard, both more salt than pepper. A kindness and a warmth in his blue eyes that made Diego’s heart flutter. The two chatted for an hour so before Diego was accepting an invitation back to Nick’s place.

Back at Nick’s, Diego was naked on his back, feet in the air, thighs pinned back to his chest by his arms, and his hole was pulled open by spreading two fat cheeks. Nick was switching between greedily tonguing Diego, and staring to admire the beauty of what he was about to plow. By the time Diego was gaped, wet, and begging for Nick’s load, he’d been getting railed for almost a half hour.

Four positions in, and Diego was receiving Nick’s load while pinned to the mattress, face down, utterly eclipsed by Nick’s massive body. They lay there, panting, squirming in delight, and drifted into a deep slumber, spooning, with Nick still inside.

Diego dreamed of a warm fire amidst a cold winter storm, snacking on cookies and milk. Nick’s voice whispered lovingly in his ear. “You may grow and change with age, but you will remain so beautiful. Remember that as you experience your next transition into a new chapter, bud.” Then he felt Nick again, plunging his hole with a fat, veiny cock, slamming into his prostate until he was shaking.

This time, Nick whimpered as he came, but Diego felt the hot stream pour into him. It crescendoed, in force and heat, building up a pressure in his gut that seemed to balloon him. He reached around for Nick, clutching his waist … and felt him shrinking. More and more he came, then more and more he shrank, until finally, with a pop, what remained of him was sucked up into Diego’s hole, to join the massive stream of cum that was now rounding out his gut.

Covered in sweat, Diego was startled awake, panting. Once he’d collected himself, he reached over and found the bed empty – Nick was gone, and he’d left no note. “What the hell?” Diego wondered after searching the house. “This is his place.” He collected his clothes to dress and headed back home.

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Diego crashed as soon as he returned home and slept in late. Upon waking, he felt famished, and headed to the kitchen to settle his stomach. Appeasing a strong craving for something sweet, he absentmindedly grabbed a handful of cookies and poured the milk he normally used for coffee. He tucked into his makeshift meal while scrolling the news on his phone, seated at the counter, scratching his itchy cheeks and rubbing his abdomen, feeling bloated.

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The next morning, Diego woke and shuffled into the bathroom, scratching his face and peering into the mirror before letting out a gasp. Diego normally found it difficult to grow even the wispy scruff that dotted his jaw line, chin and mustache, but this morning, his cheeks and neck were covered in a dark, dense scruff. Startled and confused, he shaved before even taking a leak.

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But then there was the incident later that evening, at the bar. Diego was frowning in concern at the compliments he was receiving from a smooth twink, whose hand was rubbing his thick facial scruff in lustful admiration. Just as his hand was running down to pet the new fur growing out of Diego’s chest, three of Diego’s shirt buttons popped off and landed in the younger man’s drink, eliciting shock, followed by laughter. Diego ran to the bathroom to study himself, taking note of the strange new chest hair, the oddly-regrown facial hair, and now … a round, beer-belly gut that looked as though he’d suddenly gained 30lbs and stored it all in his midsection.

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The next at the gym, as Diego furiously tore through the day’s workout, his personal trainer was giving him a curious stare. “Everything going alright, lately, Diego?”

“Yeah … why?” Diego asked, between labored breaths.

“You don’t quite look yourself, man. When did you start greying? Unless you dyed it that way. I dig the beard, though. Guess you decided to stop shaving your back, chest, and shoulders, too?”

“I’ve never shaved any of it! I don’t know why it’s all growing all of a sudden. Same with the grey. Came out of nowhere.”

“Ah, well, that’s aging, I guess. Maybe your metabolism has started to turn. That would explain how you fattened up so fast.”

Diego stopped suddenly and stared back at his trainer. “Does it?! I’ve gained 50lbs in two days, dude! I have no idea what’s happening with me!”

“Hmmm. That can’t be right. Maybe your scale’s off, come try mine.”

“I mean … you can see me, can’t you? … but sure, why not?”

“Looks like … wow. Worse than I thought, man. You’re 240lbs. When did that happen?”

“Literally over the past two days! You saw me a week ago!”

“Yeah, yeah, hold on … 241 …. 242 …. 243 ……. 245 … did you eat before you came here? You’re getting fatter even as you stand there. Come to think of it, that shirt was tight earlier, but your belly wasn’t hanging out like it is now …”

“That’s not how food works! Gah … I gotta get out of here.”

“Okay, man, but try to cut back on the sweets, and maybe let’s do twice a week instead of once a week going forward. If you’re gonna be a hot, fat daddy, you can at least be a hot, fat, muscle daddy.”

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By week’s end, Diego’s hair had turned mostly white, and his body hair was out of control. He had shaven every day, but he was running his fingers through a thick, white, 4-inch long beard, not 10 hours after his last shave. He stared down at his toes, using his hands to pull his gut back out of the way, and watched the scale rise to 374lbs. His eyes darted back up to the mirror to study himself.

The weight gain had begun to change over the last couple days. Instead of all gut, he had fattened up all over, but he had also started packing on a solid frame of muscle. Enough that his arms, legs, shoulders and upper chest were well-defined, even buried in so much fat. His ass and his belly were uncontainable, even wearing the biggest sizes he could find at the store.

Christmas arrived a few days later, and it appeared Diego’s transformation had come to an end. He’d gained only a few more pounds, but his hair had finished transitioning to white. He resigned himself to the new look and made note of how much he looked like that guy Nick from the other night, who he himself had lusted after.

If he was doomed now to be trapped in the body of a sexy, musclebound, fat as hell daddy-type, he would just have to flaunt it. He’d head out to the bars for Christmas, and start spreading his seed to all the daddy-craving men of the city.

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