Hog nog

by Bulklore   

A young personal trainer named Todd is invited to the annual holiday party for the gym’s staff and clients, but quickly his discipline is tested as cups of infamous ‘hog nog’ are passed around during a party game.

Todd stood waiting for the elevator in one of those big, fancy apartment buildings downtown. There was a massive mirror propped up on the wall and he couldn’t help but adjust his shirt for the hundredth time. Was this outfit appropriate for a company holiday party? He still wasn’t sure. How do you dress for a company party where you work as a personal trainer at a gym? He’d asked one of the other guys during their shift today, but the fellow trainer just grinned and said, “Wear something tight. Show off the goods. But something stretchy. The holiday party always has the best food.”

Todd had found a dark red, festive sweater, as tight as it was stretchy, but he was concerned it was a little much. The thin knit hugged his impressive shoulders, his rounded pecs, and even the slight impression of his abs. It was something he would’ve worn on a date. But all the guys at the gym were just as impressively built, so why be shy? They knew what he looked like.

The elevator arrived. Too late to change now, anyways! He’d just have to avoid eating too much or else risk a pretty obvious bloat.

Todd heard the party before the elevator even reached the floor. He found the door easily, too. It was elaborately decorated with wrapping paper in a gingerbread house pattern. Before Todd could knock, the door swung open and a chorus of greetings rang out, sweeping him inside.

“No coat? I wouldn’t wear one either if I had those arms. Come on in, you’re just in time,” said a man Todd recognized from the gym, but was he a client or a trainer? Sometimes it was hard to tell. The gym was one of those gyms that was notoriously gay, and many clients had impeccable physiques they liked to show off in the locker room and showers.

“Just in time for what?” Todd asked as he was lead through the crowd of buff boys. He recognized many of them. He noted the way everyone’s eyes clung to him as he passed. Many of the guys had also dressed up in something form-fitting, thank god, but Todd still felt like there was a lot of attention on him. He just kept smiling, assuring himself it was because he was the new guy. He’d only been a trainer at this gym a few months and he was still meeting everyone. Honestly, he was surprised to even get an invite to this party. He felt a swell of pride puffing up his chest, and he was sure to keep his core tight even though he hadn’t eaten in hours.

“Todd, there you are!” shouted a familiar voice. A beefy man dressed in a strained white button-down bounded up to Todd and hugged him. Todd felt every muscle through the thin shirt. He was amazed it didn’t burst from the hug.

“Henry, hey!” Todd almost had to shout over the din of all the guys around them. “Thanks for inviting me along! I’ll be honest, I was getting nervous I wouldn’t know anyone.”

“Ahh, don’t let these guys intimidate you. They’re just hungry.” Henry and Todd laughed. It was a common joke to call the bitchier gym-goers hungry, but there was some truth to it. Todd was hungry himself, having been too nervous to eat beforehand. Henry didn’t seem to have that problem. He was thickly built, giving everyone something nice to look at when he did squats.

“Speaking of,” Todd said, “I brought cookies.” He held up a box of cookies he’d picked up from a bakery on his block. It felt totally out of place now that he looked at the crowd, but then Henry brought him a massive banquet table crowded with similar boxes. “Drop it with the rest,” Henry instructed, and Todd found placed the box on a rare bit of free space. There were cookies, pies, cakes and gingerbread houses. At the other end, there were savory foods ranging from a steaming banquet chafers full of pasta to a stack of pizza boxes, all full.

That was odd, wasn’t it? No one seemed to be eating the food. Todd’s stomach growled, reminding him he couldn’t either, which made him realize everyone else was probably holding off for the same reasons. Of course, a crowd of hot personal trainers were ignoring a literal banquet. No one wanted to be the first to grab a plate.

Instead, Todd found himself with a drink in hand, a house cocktail that tasted like eggnog. It was in a cute, golden cup. He sipped it while he stood next to Henry in a group of guys loudly trading stories about their favorite and least favorite clients at the gym. Gradually Todd loosened up as he laughed. A few times he caught Henry and the others checking out his tight shirt—mostly looking at his perfectly flat stomach—and he was sure to tighten up his core.

More people arrived, more food was added to the large table. Todd found himself looking over at the food a few too many times, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t alone. Henry was eyeing the cookies, too, between sips of his own eggnog.

“Isn’t it weird that no one’s eating?” Todd eventually asked Henry as they slumped onto the massive sofa. Before them, the TV was set to a looping roaring fire. Holiday music emanated through the cozy atmosphere.

Henry shrugged. “Beats me. This is the first time I’ve been invited out with the crew, too. Maybe there’s a set dinner time?”

Todd shrugged. He’d forgotten Henry was almost as knew as he was. They’d started around the same time a few months ago.

“This shit is strong,” Henry remarked towards his cup of eggnog. “I don’t know how you’ve had three cups. You’re half my size. How are you not wasted?”

“What?” Todd couldn’t believe that. Three cups? But just then another man swooped down next to them with a fresh cup of eggnog in hand, which he handed to Todd.

“Someone’s thirsty,” the man laughed. It was the handsome gentleman who let Todd in.

“I’m Johan, by the way,” the man said. “We got interrupted earlier. I’m your host.”

Todd accepted the fresh cup of eggnog without thinking about it. He was instead realizing he knew this man. Johan was the owner of the gym. He was usually in a suit when he popped in unannounced, and he never stayed long enough to take off his coat. He had silvery hair cut close to the scalp and a young face that was always impeccably groomed. And, under the coat, Todd now saw that he had a tight runner’s body. It was clearly visible, wrapped a thin, cashmere sweater and expensive jeans.

“Oh, Johan, of course. Thank you so much for having me. Your home is beautiful.”

Johan just smiled, perched on the arm of the sofa. Todd wasn’t sure what to say, so he offered, “I brought cookies. They’re with the rest.”

Johan’s eyes lit up. “So sweet of you, Todd. Are you getting hungry?”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Todd lied, taking a sip of eggnog. He savored the sugary, milky taste. This would be his calories for the evening.

“Oh please,” Johan scoffed. “You young trainers are so skittish around sweets. You know what they say, right? You’ve got to eat big to get those gains, right Henry?”

“Right,” Henry smiled brightly. Todd noticed his face was flushed. Was it getting warmer in here?

Johan gave an exaggerated sigh, playing at being disappointed. “And I went through such effort to give all you boys every treat I could think of.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll hit up the banquet table,” Henry said gamely. “Besides, it’s Christmas! Calories don’t count, right Todd?” Henry nudged Todd with his elbow and Todd nodded enthusiastically. This seemed to brighten Johan’s spirits.

“Good boys,” Johan said with a wink. Then he stood up. “Todd, what’s that fancy watch of yours say?”

Todd flipped over his wrist. He wore one of those fancy fitness trackers sold at the gym. All the trainers did. In addition to monitoring your pulse and heart rate, it monitored trace chemicals in your sweat to track calories, caloric deficits, macros, and so on. Plus it was designed to adjust so that it always was snug on the wrist, but not too tight. Somehow, combined with user inputted data, this also helped it estimate stuff like BMI and weight fluctuations. Todd didn’t understand how it worked, but he didn’t have to. His weight always hovered in the same range. A lean 175 pounds.

In addition to all that if also told the time. Todd swiped away a few alerts – the watch clearly was alarmed at the sugar content of his drinks – and read off the time to Johan, who barely listened before announcing, “I think it’s time for a toast!”

The room quieted down to whispers as Johan stood himself in front of the burning logs on the TV. As he rattled off a series of thank yous to the upper management, fresh drinks were poured all around, and yet another cup of eggnog was thrust at Todd. He tried to pass it off to Henry, but Henry was already in the same predicament holding two cups himself. “Tis the spirit, I guess,” he whispered with comical exhaustion.

Johan’s speech continued. “This year has been a year of record-breaking goals, both behind the scenes and on the gym floor, and we have our incredible trainers to thank for that. You boys have been essential in helping many clients achieve the bodies they deserve.”

A cheer when up from the men around the room.

“I’d like to extend a special thanks to our newest team members as well,” Johan said, indicating the sofa where Henry and Todd sat. It wasn’t just them that Johan was gesturing too. A few other boys were pushed forward. Todd recognized the cute twink who worked the front desk on Sundays, and a lean spin instructor that was always smiling. They looked like they were having fun, both a bit pink in the face as they glanced around embarrassed by the attention.

Johan motioned for it, and the newbies all got to their feet. Todd suddenly felt how drunk he really was. The world felt soft and fuzzy. He fought off the wave of pleasant warmth and put on his winning smile for the crowd.

“The holidays are a time to celebrate,” Johan said as he raised a narrow flute of champagne. Many other glasses were raised with him. With no other option, Todd lifted both of his cups of eggnog.

“The holidays are also a time to indulge,” Johan said with a meaningful nod at the untouched food. “So please. Be merry, be festive, but please for the love of god boys, pig out.”

Laughs sprinkled the air as many glasses were clinked, and Todd noticed something. Everyone was drinking champagne except for them. All the newbies were drinking eggnog, and they all had two cups each.

There wasn’t time to think about it, though, as the next odd thing happened. Instead of simply sipping their champagne, the boys all around them threw back their heads and downed their drinks in swift gulps. It reminded Todd of the way guys would throw back pre-workout powder in the locker room before a heavy lifting day. Was that the expectation? Todd, perhaps emboldened by the cups he’d already had, followed suite. He downed one cup of eggnog, then the other before giving Henry a smug look. Henry, whistled, then did the same. The other two newbies did their best, but the eggnog dribbled down their chins as they fought to swallow fast enough.

“Good boys indeed,” Johan said proudly, and the other men around them chuckled. Johan was looking at Todd. At Todd’s belly. Todd looked down and felt his face go red. His tiny little sweater had ridden up during the toast, probably because he’s lifted both his arms, and a band of his skin was on full display. Even worse, he’d totally forgotten about keeping a tight core, and his belly puffed out a bit making him look like he’d just polished off a full meal. Thinking quick, Todd dropped back onto the couch, stacked his drained cups, and pulled a pillow over his belly while he fixed his shirt. Soon Henry slumped besides him.

“That’s it, I need to eat something,” Henry huffed, looking accusatorily at his own empty cups. Did he look bloated, too? Or was that just his normal thickness welling up around him as he adjusted himself on the sofa?

“You’re in luck then,” someone said as a platter was plopped down on the coffee table before them. Henry’s eyes went wide. The platter was stacked high with cookies. There were frosted sugar cookies shaped like trees and decorated with gumdrop ornaments. There were gingerbread men sporting thick, doughy middles and big greedy smiles. There were chocolate chip cookies that still glistened like they were fresh from the oven, and all of it smelled amazing.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Todd was sure he’d never been hungrier. His stomach growled like it was eating itself. His eyes were fixed on the cookies, on the gingerbread men specifically, even though he knew he should be searching the banquet table for something healthy. Even a slice of pizza would be better than just straight sugar.

“Oh relax,” Johan said, swiping up a cookie. He bit it in half, then tossed the rest in. Other guys did the same, making a show of it. They even fed one another, In fact, all over the room similar indulgences were taking place. Todd was perplexed – how had the vibe shifted so quickly?

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Johan said, sitting back besides them on the arm of the sofa. But instead of finishing his sentence, he just took another bite. This time, though, he let out a small shudder, then took a deep inhale like he was breathing through a deep stretch. At the same time, the muscles of his chest visibly pumped up. His arms, too. It was an instant gym pump, but it wasn’t going down.

“Impressive formula, isn’t it?” Johan checked his watch, and grinned. The screen showed his weight, and it must have been glitching, because the number was slowly going up. But hadn’t Todd just watched his boss beef up? In fact a similar pump was happening to a few of the guys around them. Shirts were being unbuttoned as pecs gradually inflated. Belts were shed as glutes and thighs bulged. In addition to the moaning and the Christmas music, the room filled with the sound of slowly stretching seams.

“How is this possible?” Henry asked, amazed.

“A nifty little formula I whipped up,” Johan said absently, admiring the room like it was his handiwork. Evidently it was. He considered his now empty champagne flute. “It just takes a few drops mixed in to a protein shake or water, or even champagne, and voila. Combined with your well-trained metabolism, your fit bodies temporarily convert surplus calories to pure muscle. Consider it a bonus, or a holiday miracle even. Once a year, you boys get to indulge, guilt free. But just a little, right?”

He served them a devilish grin. Todd swallowed, still tasting the eggnog on his tongue. Perhaps he wasn’t drunk after all. Was Henry buying this? The results seemed to be undeniable as all around them fit bodies seemed to bulge bigger. This at least explained something Todd had been wondering as well: how did all the trainers seem to always stay so big yet so lean? How did the most well-paying clients get such fantastic results? It was all starting to make sense.

A moan snapped Todd out of his thoughts. Across from them, the twink from the front desk was sitting next to the spin instructor on a spacious love seat. He sat all the way on the edge, hands gripping the coffee table as a shudder ran through his body. His head rolled back and crumbs fell away from his lips. He was still chewing the first cookie as he reached for the second, then a third, then a fourth. His eyes were shut tight, like he was caught between pleasure and pain as he swallowed down the sugary bites, and it was soon clear why. His tight little outfit was gradually shrinking onto a new bulk covering his chest, his arms, and his thighs.

“Good boy, that’s what we like to see,” said Johan. A few other men had ceased their own growth to pay attention to the twink. They gave appreciative cat calls as he crammed in the next cookie. How many was he going to eat?

Todd’s mouth watered watching him. It looked awesome, and there was something totally erotic about watching the mix of pleasure and discomfort on the twink’s face as he ate himself bigger and bigger. The spin instructor was next, tentatively taking a macaron from the platter. Not long after his first nibble a look of surprise crossed his face and he leaned back. As he moaned, another macaron was placed against his lips and obediently he took it down in two bites. By the third cookie, he could do it all at once. The party whooped with appreciation as the boy’s thighs and calves slowly grew in his pants. As he finished the cookies, it was clear his glutes were growing too as he tried to adjust himself on the sofa.

“Bottoms up?” said Henry, next to Todd, lifting a sugar cookie. Todd realized he already had a gingerbread man in his own hand. He tightened the pillow in his lap, suddenly aware that he was getting hard in his pants. What was it going to feel like, to grow? He wanted to find out. Now.

“Bottoms up,” he agreed, taking his first bite.

“There we go,” said Johan with a whistle. The other men gave encouraging nods. Todd realized as he chewed that a crowd had formed around the sofas and coffee table, where more food was being placed down. Strong hands rubbed his shoulders from behind. He turned over his shoulder, and he was eye level with a row of bulges in gradually shrinking pants, and a few of the men had even shed their belts and undone their zippers.

Todd’s own cock got even harder. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting anything this hot to happen tonight. Maybe a few gropes here and there, but suddenly all the guys he’d dreamt about fucking around with were focused on him, were rubbing him, were occasionally rubbing their own bulges too as they watched him.

And then the sugar hit his system, and Todd completely forgot about the men around him. His skin was tingling all over, like the sudden flush that comes right as you hit your max during a weightlifting rep, but the relief never came. His body just remained suspended in that strange, tingling sensation. It was uncomfortable, and Todd tried to shake it off. He tried to breathe through it. He swallowed the last bite in his mouth, hoping it would pass, but it didn’t. Instead the tingling thickened everywhere, turning into a throbbing ache centered in his stomach and crotch.

“H…help,” Todd tried to call out, but the second his mouth opened, another cookie was placed on his tongue. Automatically he chewed and swallowed, and it helped. As he chewed and swallowed he gradually felt the tingling resolve into a new sensation. Tightness. Stretching. Not painful, but pleasant. He moaned, feeling with his hands as his chest began to swell in his tiny sweater. He could feel every seam if the garment pressing into him. It was a sensitivity he had never experienced in his life, and it only seemed to make him hungrier.

The men around him were not disappointed. They seemed to know exactly how Todd felt. Hands grazed over his body, gently squeezing his biceps and his shoulders. A few nimble fingers even went as far as gently pinching his nipples, which caused Todd’s to jerk upright. He clutched at the pillow over his crotch, pressing it down. For just a second, he felt like he was on the verge of cumming.

“More,” he said as soon as he regained some control. He didn’t need to ask twice. Johan had moved over to the twink, but a few other guys eagerly loaded up their hands with cupcakes and got behind Todd so they could alternate feeding him bites. Henry was getting the same treatment. The bigger guy’s eyes were squeezed shut, sweat dotting his brow, as pastry puffs were popped into his already-stuffed mouth. His cheeks bulged as he fought to chew it all down, and powdered sugar covered his lips and pecs. His pecs… they were massive. They totally filled out Henry’s shirt, causing the buttons to pull dangerously. Henry must have felt it because his hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt, but the tension made it impossible. His only hope would be to outgrow it from the inside out.

Todd fought down another blazing pulse in his cock. Henry had always been hot to him, but this was almost too much. Maybe he’d finally be Henry’s type, too, after this. Henry was always talking about how much he liked thicker boys, which Todd knew he’d never be. But with these new muscles, perhaps there was a chance…

The room suddenly grew loud as the men all reacted to something happening on the loveseat, where the twink and the spin instructor sat. Both boys had beefed up considerably, but the twink was nearly unrecognizable, almost a jock. His tiny frame had bulged obscenely with new muscle, causing his tiny t-shirt to stretch into a distorted crop-top that barely covered his pecs. His face had filled out too, turning manly and handsome underneath a glazing of frosting that covered his lips. His eyes were squeezed shut again. So was his mouth, even as the men tried to bait him with more cookies.

“I…I feel…” he started to say, but a cookie quickly found its way between his lips. His words became hard to hear as the men cheered him on, but Todd was sure the boy was trying to indicate something was wrong. This was confirmed when a second later the fitness tracker on the boy’s wrist let out a sound Todd had never heard form his before. Johan snatched up the twink’s hand to show the device face to the crowd, a gloating smile covering the boss’ face.

“Oh, what a shame. Looks like our dear desk boy has hit his capacity. Maybe overshot it a bit, in fact.” Johan peered at the beeping device. He was playing at being sympathetic, but Todd saw the devious glint in his eyes. Johan grabbed the boy’s face, squeezing suddenly plumped cheeks. “I guess that’s what you get sitting behind a desk all day, checking people into a gym that you never actually work out in.”

The boy’s voice was squished by Johan’s grip as he protested. “I work out.” Crumbs bounced from his mouth.

“That’s true. You lift weights here and there, but it seems you spend most of your non-work hours in the steam room.” Johan dropped the boy’s hand and it fell heavily onto his belly, which was suddenly devoid of the definition he’d started with. “Perhaps if you spent that time on the floor, lifting, your physique could handle a bit more calories.”

In a night of wild sights, Todd couldn’t believe what he was now seeing. The boy was bloating, and quickly. His hands pressed against a gut that looked almost painfully pushed out. If Todd didn’t know better, he’d call it fat, but where was it all coming from so fast?

“I can handle…” the ex-Twink was saying through his full mouth, crumbs cascading down onto his strained shirt as his pecs began to swell and point. “I can—” Another cookie was wagged in front of him and he groaned, yet ate it anyways, like it was the most intense pleasure of his life. He was getting bigger and bigger, but gone were the muscular gains from a few minutes before. He seemed to be softening. Still growing, but softening, and below him the pillows began to sag.

“I…I think I’m done,” said the spin instructor next to the twink. By now his legs were massive, small rips already forming to reveal bulging, muscular quads and rock-hard hamstrings. Clearly his years of teaching spin had endowed him with muscles that were able to soak up tons of the formula and the sugar, yet a strange thing was happening to him, too. His ass had widened beneath him, no doubt just as muscular at first, but a layer of fresh fat had begun to work up his hips. It now pushed gently against his belt, creating a slight but promising set of love handles. The spin instructor lifted his arms, twisting to get a good look at his sides, giving the whole room an accidental show. He was clearly distressed about it after seeing what was happening to the ex-twink.

“Nonsense,” Johan said, catching the instructor’s wrists above his head. The instructor’s shirt inched higher and higher, slowly revealing the first hints of a belly. Johan absently checked the boy’s watch, saying, “You’re always so enthusiastic in your classes. Imagine how packed the studio will be once everyone sees these legs you’ve built overnight.”

“I…I guess…” the instructor tried to lower his hands to hide his middle, but he seemed weak. Or, like Todd, was he intrigued? Todd felt himself clutching his pillow tighter as he leaned forward to see what happened.

The instructor glanced at the ex-twink, who was sporting quite the gut now and showing no sign of slowing down. The boy’s cheeks were rosy and full, like he was exerting himself immensely as yet another sweet was shoved into his mouth.

“What a pig,” Johan laughed. “But you won’t lose control like that, will you? We have the fullest faith in our fitness staff, of course. That’s part of why we do this little test. Discipline is, after all, the key to gains. The right gains, that is. Here, why don’t you have a little more?”

One of the other men wagged a piece of gingerbread in front of the instructor, who at first seemed set on resisting, but Johan kept whispering. “Don’t you want to see how far you can push yourself? Isn’t that what you say in your classes? You need to find your limit, push past it, and climb even higher?” Johan still had the instructor’s hands over his head. So far, there was no beeping from the watch.

“I…I really shouldn’t,” the instructor protested. He was trying to smile, like he wasn’t terrified, like this wasn’t him backing down from a challenge. “I really should be going.”

“Go where?” Johan asked. “Wasn’t your plan to sleep with someone here tonight? Isn’t that why you wore these tight pants, to show off that hard-earned bubble butt?” Johan coaxed the instructor into standing, testing out his new, massive legs. The men gave cheers of approval as the instructor twisted to try to see what they saw. Todd caught a glimpse of the most perfect ass he’d ever seen, though he couldn’t say how much the extremely tight pants were contributing. And it was unclear how the pants were even staying on. The seams all looked destined to burst. Even the instructor’s belt was strained, creating quite the squeeze around love handles that poked out by inches.

“I don’t want to get fat…” the instructor moaned, again clutching at his belly as he looked around at the men of the party, all holding sugary treats. Johan never missed a beat, moving to stand next to the wobbling instructor, grazing his swollen thighs and ass as he said, “But you do want to get fucked, don’t you?”

Several men were grabbing at the bulges in their pants. The instructor’s eyes went wide.

“Just a few more bites,” Johan coaxed. “You can do it, can’t you?”

“Just a few more won’t hurt, I guess.”

Lips wobbling, eyes squeezed shut, the spin instructor opened his mouth and took the tiniest of bites. No sooner had he swallowed when his own watch let out an alarm, flashing the same way the ex-twink’s had right before he blew up.

“No!” The instructor wailed. “Wait! I take it back!” But it was too late. The entire room watched in fascination as his thighs quickly ballooned, shredding his pants entirely to make room. His ass made quick work of the back seem, and whatever underwear he’d picked out that night burst without ceremony, revealing his naked ass. The most aggressive change, however, was the sudden swell of fat that traveled up into the instructor’s hips, exerting such sudden force against the man’s belt that he let out a wail of pain before the belt finally snapped at the buckle. Then only the instructor’s hands clamped down on the rising fat, but it was pointless. It was in his belly now, flowing up his sides, ballooning his pecs. Even his lean arms began to swell.

“No no no no no…” the instructor moaned, clutching at himself. To Todd’s surprise the swelling did ebb, perhaps because the instructor had only overdid it by one bite? But Johan clearly had a plan. The men nearby stepped forward, gently bending the instructor over to admire his ass. A few had their cocks out, and from the slick shine Todd figured someone was passing around some lube. They gently dragged the soft tips of their cocks over the raw, red marks where the belt had bitten into the instructor’s hips, and this seemed to turn the man’s attention from what was happening to him to what was about to happen to him. Just like Johan has insinuated, the instructor was about to get the fucking of a lifetime. His glazed expression seemed to say, maybe being a little thick wasn’t so bad, if it was this hot?

Someone squeezed Todd’s knee. Henry. Todd blinked, coming to his senses. While the room was focused on what was happening to the instructor, Todd and Henry locked eyes.

“We have to go. Now.” Henry said. He looked a little woozy, but his voice was low and urgent. This brought Todd back to his own dulled senses. This was their chance to escape. But if he stood up…

Todd waited a beat too long, and the chance passed them buy.

“Whoa, not so fast, boys!” Johan said, squeezing between them on the sofa. “Don’t tell me you’ve filled up on dessert before we’ve even hit the main course!”

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