gravick:

This was a Burly Santa tf Christmas story I wrote for a friend last year. Thought I’d post it so you guys can enjoy. It’s a Teen Wolf fanfic story though featuring Derek Hale transforming, so heads up if that’s not your cup of tea.

There’s other parts to it I can post if you guys want more of it.

Derek stared down at the opened box, looking over the Santa costume he had ordered a few days prior. Normally Derek wouldn’t do something like this, dress up in a Santa outfit, but after the rough year he and his friends had he thought he might try to lighten up the mood this holiday season with a Christmas party at his loft, with him dressing up as Santa, but looking down at the suit Derek thinks there’s no way he’ll do that now. ‘This is really what they send me?’ he thinks to himself as he takes in how old and worn the Santa costume is. 

The red fabric worn out from age, small holes and tears in it as if it’s been worn a lot for many years, and Derek wouldn’t even need to use his werewolf sense of smell to smell the scent of stale cigar smoke that clings to the suit, and not to mention the smell of what is that cum? Disgusted, Derek moves to get his computer, planning to send a complaint to the company he ordered the suit from when the box topples over suddenly, splitting the suit out onto the floor.

“You got to be kidding me.” Derek groans as he walks back and lifts the box up, seeing for the first time the suit wasn’t the only thing the company had sent him. Along with the worn out Santa suit was worn out red fabric jockstrap, with small holes scattered around the front of it, smelling strongly of stale cum and piss, a pair of black leather gloves, and a cigar, “Is this some kind of joke?” Derek says, his frustration growing by the second. Yeah he was seriously going to tear into whoever sent him this crap.

Sighing, Derek sets the box back on the table, leaning back down and pausing before he picks up the items that had fallen out. Looking at them again, Derek isn’t sure if he should touch them since they’ve oblivious had been owned and worn by someone prior and he honestly doesn’t want to put his hands on them. 

Before he can think much more a strong musky scent hits Derek’s nose, he breathes it in and his nose wrinkles flinching back a bit in disgust, acting on instinct Derek grabs the items in his hands, meaning to stuff them back into the box and seal it up, but before he drops them back in the box he pauses, feels a quick jolt surge through him that quickly fades before he can ponder on it. 

“What?” he mumbles to himself as he shakes out of it. setting the suit and other items on the table instead of putting them away. For a few moments Derek just stands there, staring at the suit first, for some strange reason he feels like he should at least try it on shouldn’t he? I mean he needs to see if they at least got the size he ordered he reasons, stripping out of his shirt, showing his smooth muscled torso, tossing the shirt aside, Derek for some reason walks over to his full length mirror, lifting it up and brings it over to the table where all the items lay. Picking the faded red holed suit robe, noticing now how the white cuffs along with dirt stains are also stained with tents of yellow, sniffing it Derek best guess would be from nicotine.

‘I really shouldn’t do this, this thing is disgusting.’ Derek thinks before he slides the robe on anyway, feeling the same jolt from before go through his body once it is on. Looking at himself in the mirror, Derek doesn’t think he looks to bad in it, if the robe was brand new and not worn out like it is he would definitely have kept it. “Might as well try the gloves on while I’m at it.” Derek finds himself thinking, leaving the robes on instead of taking them off. Picking the gloves up, he feels how rough and worn they feel, like they’ve been worn and used many times before. Derek puts them both on, opening and closing his hands once both gloves are on, looking over them seeing how they look. ‘Not bad’ He thinks again looking at his reflection. 

Yeah, he really is looking good with his robe and gloves on, he’ll have to tell the company to send him brand new ones once he sends these ones back. Instead of taking the gloves and the santa robe off still, Derek looks at the stained jockstrap. Looking at Derek can’t help but feel the need to try it out as well despite it being unwashed and smelling of piss and cum. ‘I can just slid it on and then off real quick.’ Derek reasons, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pulling them off along with his briefs, kicking them to the side as he picks the jockstrap up, and putting it on.

Looking at his reflection now, Derek thinks he really looks hot now, his Santa robe, though big on him he notices, the gloves, and this jockstrap, despite its state makes him look really good. Entranced with looking at his reflection and admiring how he looks him them Derek doesn’t even take the jockstrap off like he planned, instead cups it with his hand, seeing how it’s kinda of big on him he figures he’ll have the company send him a smaller one when he returns them. Derek is broken out of his thoughts when he feels the same jolt from before again, but this time it’s more intense making him feel lightheaded. “The hell?” he mutters as it passes. 

When he goes to start taking the robe and stuff off, Derek catches his reflection in the mirror causing him to pause. Staring with shock he sees his stubble beard has grown out a good amount, now much fuller and thicker, the ends hanging downwards just above his chest. “T-that’s not possible.” Derek thinks as he frantically touches and pulls at his thicker beard. It doesn’t take Derek long to figure the items he is wearing is the cause, quickly he strips out of the robe and gloves tossing them aside, before he rips the jockstrap off him, hoping in doing so will stop whatever was happening to him as he races to the bathroom. 

After 20 minutes Derek looks at his now clean shaven face making Derek look even younger than 24. While Derek prefers to have stubble, the whole lumberjack beard wasn’t for him. “Now need to get figure out what is wrong with those clothes that would cause that.” Derek thinks still looking at his reflection before stepping away from the bathroom mirror, planning to get his phone and call Deaton to ask about bringing them by for him to see what is wrong with them when he feels something odd pass through him and seconds later the robe is on him, tied around his waist by the belt like straps, the leather gloves secured around his hands, and the jockstrap that was previously destroyed back in one piece and on him.

“The fuck?! This can’t be possible!” Derek says racing to his full length mirror, standing in front of it Derek is in time to watch as his face rounds out and sags, his cheeks getting bigger, a double chin forming as fat packs onto his body. His pecs sag and form into a set of moobs, his flat ab’d stomach softens and balloons out forming into a small belly that continues to push outwards. Letting out a sharp intake of breath, Derek feels his face itch as it darkens with days worth of stubble growing out in a matter of seconds, growing thicker and longer till he is left with a even longer fuller beard than before, making Derek hardly able to recognize himself along with the weight gain. 

Derek wants to take everything off again, to burn it all and see if that will fix him, but finds he can’t move his arms or his legs for that matter, can only stand in place forced to watch as his hairline thins at the front a recedes back, his hair growing longer in the back and sides becoming wild and unkempt, feeling like it hasn’t been washed in sometime, as his beard grows even longer stopping just between his moobs, it becoming wiry and dirty just like his hair. “THis has to be a nightmare.” Derek says voice coming out deeper and raspier. He desperately tries to move any part of him that he can, when he is suddenly able to move his right arm, but instead of taking the cursed items off Derek instead finds his body moving on it’s own, grabbing the cigar on the table while his other hand fishes in the robe pockets and pulls out a lighter.

“No no no!’ Derek chants in his head, still not giving up and tries to throw the cigar down, but instead finds his mouth opening and teeth clench around the cigar, tasting it at first sends another jolt through Derek as he lights the cigar up, taking a puff from it. Doing so Derek can feel is fate has been sealed as he keeps puffing away on the cigar, acting like he’s a pro at smoking rather than never having done so before. As the smoke comes off the cigar, it wraps around Derek’s head, turning his hair dark grey and white, his beard turning white and stained with yellow specks like Derek has always smoked to much. Derek stares at himself hopeless as this goes on, watching is body swell up even more with fat, his moobs and stomach are so big now, Derek guess is he must be at 300 pounds give or take a few. He feels his body tich as a forest of white hair covers his torso, it connecting down to his crotch hair as his dick and balls grow in size, both making Derek’s jockstrap strain to hold his package now.

Derek’s face then starts to lose his youthful looks, gaining several wrinkles and laugh lines, skin becoming weathered from age and cheeks flushed red. Staring at himself now, Derek’s mind screams for this to stop, to be turned back to normal, but as he keeps puffing and breathing in the cigar his mind stares to ease. Why would he want to go back to being some young muscle punk? He looks like a real man now, a fucking hot Santa. Derek smirks around the cigar, placing a hand on his large gut and rubbing it. “Yeah fucking hot now.” he says feeling his nipples elongate a bit before feeling a sharp prick as both becoming pierced with two very large silver nipple rings. Derek lefts his gloved hands up tweaking and playing with them, letting out a moan. “Yeah, very fucking hot now.” he says, still playing with one nipple while he fishes his cock out with his other hand, the now longer fatter member, already fully hard, Derek wrapping his gloved hand around the base and starts to jerk off, going slow at first, but the more Derek plays with himself and looks over his new body, thinking about the transformation he went through he goes faster and soon with one more finally strokes orgasms, his cum shooting out and splattering on the mirror in front of him.After a few moments of groping his body afterwards Derek moves away from the mirror, not noticing his loft has changed along with him, becoming a bit messy, several worn out outfits lay scattered about along with many sex toys and harness. Instead Derek ignores all that, planning instead to pay some of the others a visit. One person in particular especially after everything their family has done to Derek, he is going start with Gerard Argent,

goggletann:

goggletann:

Body Swap / Muscle Theft / Humiliation / Role Reversal

I have always been physically strong and imposing. An alpha champion bodybuilder athlete i just love flaunting my killer body to those fat and skinny losers around me. I love being the flashy dude with bright oversized sporty sunglasses that pair my flashy pearly smile while i walk around the gym shirltess. I know im a cocky douche. But thats becuase i can. And being a tall broad shouldered guy in a sea of average nerds, sometimes you have no choice but to be the flashy one if you know what i mean.

Life can get pretty tough sometimes though, imagine always having to remove people from your social media accounts because everyone wants to be your friend? And life is just too easy. I get to fuck anyone with my giant cock. In fact hot girls and twinky boys come to me to beg to get fucked. I go to any VIP clubs i like, any night i want due to my good looks and obviously strong genetics. Its like theres no challenge to my life. Its annoying as hell i swear. My life is so hard. But i guess someone has to play the part of confident cocky sports champion right?

I smirked to myself as i gazed at the mirror and took one last selfie. As the flash went off and the light faded, a blur swept my vision and i had to squint to even see my phone screen.

A beep sounded from my phone and a robotic voice come on.

“Thank you for the donation. Please wait while the last transfers are being downloaded”

I reached my hands out towards a box and felt my way through it. My receiver sent me a box of some items i might need a few days ago but i forgot to open it. Guess my new body needs a pair of glasses. 

I swapped my shades for the glasses and squinted at my new reflection. 

Well its exactly what the charity website said when they told me i’ll continue my lifestyle of living large. I laughed to myself as i felt all the fat on me now. My belly was so huge!!  It was disgusting and gross actually. 

And my face looked like a truck had hit it. I opened my pants and looked down. Damm does this guy keep his dick in a cage or what? Its small as hell, how does he even have sex? Or wait. He can’t!! I smirked to myself. 

But hey I needed some new challenge and fun in my life. Plus that guy who was getting my body must be having a great time now. 

I told him i would start the swap today but i never told him the time. So i assume he must be preparing for the swap the entire day.

He might have just walked out of the showers now fully naked to realize the swap had already been completed while he was showering with his eyes closed the whole time.

I can totally imagine him now walking out of the showers

Just before his shower he was a fat fucking fuck and now he is ME.

Exploring my body as he puts on the outfit i sent to him earlier in the week.

Playing with my veiny monster manhood with his hands and feel its throbbing power while taking a ride to the nearest beach to showoff his new body

I can already see him playing with my pecs, slowly but surely gaining the muscle ability to bounce my pecs one by one as he fondles with my erect nipples as he reaches the beach.

The arrogance that he never knew all his life would slowly creep into his mind. Corrupting him into the cocky bodybuilding elitist he truely is now.

Not to mention he would probably be filling his phone with countless of selfies staring into the nearest mirror admiring my charming face on him. Oh he must love posing in my body too. I bet he must be doing a select few bodybuilding poses to the crowd gathering to watch him in the beach now.

I really do wonder, for someone like him who has to spend his entire life being a fucking fatso how much pleasure and confidence this swap must give him. To live his entire life living in the dumps suddenly lifted to a position of social authority and power that this body must give him. When he goes to his local gym he can enter in all his full glory and do a victory walk as he would look great in gym stringers while showing off a double bicep pose and have everyone stare at his handsome Adonis face in the gym. 

For someone who no one cared about previously, he only has to flash a bright pearly smile. 

And simply let his outgoing personality, charming good looks and hot body do all the work now to get all the attention he needs. 

From having trouble bending down, now he has the strength of 10 men and could crush anyone he wanted to. Yes, I can totally imagine the power rush he must be feeling right now. This surge of confidence and arrogance that can only be released with a power cum shot

 To have this awesome studly body in its muscle prime. 

Oh, he must be soooo loving it right now…….

He must be getting used to this Mr Olympia champion lifestyle he could only dream of previously.

He must be getting addicted to all the strength he never had.

I bet he can’t live a day anymore without his protein shakes and being able to eat whatever he wanted and never gaining fats.

Not to mention the amount of attention he must be getting from the ladies.

I’m sure he loves his new life now….

BUT……

Did you think i would willingly give my hot stud body and good looks away so easily?

He better enjoy the life of a muscle stud while he can though. Because imagine his shock and sadness when i take it all back from him in a weeks time. I laughed loudly to myself thinking of him tasting sweet ambrosia only going back to drinking sewer water again. 

He will have to adjust to his former much lower social status in society again after just barely discovering the perks of how he could use his charming good looks to sway people.

He has to realize that his days can no longer be spent as a Mr Olympia star after finally getting comfortable walking around with people admiring and getting jealous of his muscular body. He has to understand that he will have literally no more of a sex life after just a few days into having men and women commenting oh his large cock and enjoying the pleasures of fucking the brains out of anyone he wants or stuffing them into a random begging bitch or twink’s mouth. 

I can already imagine how depressed he’s gonna look like.

Yearning after the dream life he merely had for just a few days.

I can’t say that i truly feel sorry for him, but rather I will be quite entertained to see his fall from grace. I can’t help it. My good looks and hot body affords me the luxury of being a jerky asshole.

I just loved pranking people. Especially people who needed to be put in they’re place. I just can’t wait to see his reaction when he goes back to being a fat slob of a fuck. I mean seriously think about it. Does he really deserve my body? Fuck NO! So I should probably plan what i should do next week when i get my body back after the transaction swap again. Maybe i’ll hit the new club at the other end of town or i’ll just walk around shirtless in the local gym for fun. Damm, not only am I a top stud but a brainy one at that too. I did my homework and asked someone who used this application before. This charity does do returns. 

A “beep” sound came from my phone.

“Downloading complete.” 

“Please check our website for more information. Again all transfers are non-returnable. Thank you for donating.”

Expanded on story with added images. Enjoy!