12 DAYS OF GROWTHMAS – December 7th (Patreon)

December seventh was the first day Max woke up without noticing any changes in his body at all. He turned and turned in front of the mirror, examining his reflection, but everything looked exactly the same as yesterday.

Was it already over? Had he been blessed with an enormous chest and that was it?

“I wanted to get so much bigger,” he said, a little sad.

But the iridescent symbol the ring had left on his finger was still there. Peeking out from the inside of the sock drawer, one of the gnomes nudged the other. “Why hasn’t he changed yet?”

“The change is building inside him but it hasn’t manifested yet. Sometimes it needs a catalyst. We should help him. Let’s make him horny!”

Max arrived at the bakery, threw on his apron (the straps digging uncomfortably into his immense pecs), and started to decorate some cakes. When the little bell on the front door rang, Max hurried to the front room, but what he saw there froze him in place.

One of the gnomes had created an illusion around himself, making it look like a six-and-a-half-foot man had just squeezed himself into the little bakery. He looked as big as a bull, bulging muscles making him almost as wide as he was tall. He sported a nose ring and a thick dark beard. A delicious, musky scent preceded him as he walked toward the counter. Max noticed his flannel shirt was only halfway buttoned, and the tight leather jacket he wore over it made him appear even more massive than he already was.

The other gnome, watching the scene from the top shelf, watched Max’s heart rate starting to rise.

The giant customer walked right up to the edge of Max’s counter. He was so tall that the bulge jutting forward from his pants swelled right over the edge of the glass countertop. He leaned in as he spoke, until his entire package was basically resting on the counter.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he said. His deep voice seemed to rattle the walls of the small space.

“How…how can I help you?”

“I was looking for the post office, but I must have got the wrong address. It’s not here, is it?”

Max started to sweat, staring at the hairy cleavage rippling under the man’s shirt.

“No, it’s just a quarter mile down the road. You can’t miss it.”

“Perfect. Got to get those Christmas packages out!” he boomed. His bulge retreated as he dragged it back off the counter. “Thanks, man. Maybe I’ll see you around. And happy holidays!”

As soon as the customer was gone, Max ran to the door and locked it. He flipped the OPEN sign around and fled to the back of the shop.

Luckily, he had the place to himself that morning.

He fumbled to open his pants—and a way bigger package than usual tumbled out. Max stared.

Silently, the gnomes appeared on top of a bag of sugar to watch the transformation.

“We did it!” they whispered to each other.

“Fuck! My cock! It’s huge!” Max roared.

His former 4-incher was beginning to swell in his briefs. But it didn’t stop—it grew and grew, as though someone were inflating it with an air hose.

“Yes! Bigger! Bigger!” he cried, even though the snake between his legs was already reaching anaconda status. Max was now pushing 10 inches, still soft, but he was lusting for more!

He pulled off his shirt and underwear. His penis hadn’t stopped growing, swelling longer and thicker. Max could actually hear his skin stretching, trying to accommodate his new size. It didn’t stop until just after he’d passed the 13-inch mark, longer and wider than the rolling pin on the flour-sprinkled countertop.

Max pushed his hips forward, letting his enormous cock stand up proudly. He rotated his torso, swinging his cock until it slapped against his muscular thighs.

“Fuck! I’m finally hung like a horse! Even more than that! And I’m horny!”

He pressed his cock flat against his six-pack—his cock now grazed the bottom of each of his over-inflated pecs! He flexed his glutes and his cock actually leaped up to burrow itself in between them.

“I can fuck my own pecs…holy shit! This is incredible.”

From a bowl nearby, Max grabbed a big lump of dough that had been rising and slammed it into the floury countertop. The mass was warm and smooth, almost ready to be shaped into bread and buns. Max had a different idea.

“Is he going to…” one of the gnomes whispered.

“Yes.”

Max got in position and his cock slipped easily into the warm dough. A moan escaped his throat. Immediately, he began ramming his monstrous schlong into the center of the thick mass.

“FUCK! It’s so sensitive! This feels amazing.”

His full chest twitched with every thrust of his hips. He held the dough down with one hand while groping his pecs with the other. Bigger, I wanna get so much bigger, he thought. Come on—give me more mass, more size, more everything!

When he came, the gnomes could actually see the bulge of cum forming inside the mass of dough.

It took Max a while to calm down. He felt like he’d been struck by lightning. Slowly, he slid his cock out of the mass of dough, sticky and still spraying jets of cum.

“So much fucking cum. It’s everywhere. Fuck, I have to clean up before anyone else gets here.”

When he put his underwear back on, he got so distracted he almost forgot about the cleanup. The majestic bulge his soft 12-incher created was just too much. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the metal fridge door, a svelte silhouette with an extremely prominent bulge.

“Shit. I have to come again.”

Seconds later, he was naked again, down on the floor with the bags of flour. He pulled his legs in close to his body and bent down a little. His cock slipped into his mouth. It tasted like fresh bread.

It took three more orgasms before he could focus on work again.

December Ninth