Only One Bite - Part 2 (Patreon)

A Christmas Sequel to A Small Bite🎄

It started quietly enough that Matt almost missed it. He was still smiling, shaking his head at himself for finishing the cookies, when he felt a new pressure on his chest—between strain and fullness. He rolled his shoulders instinctively, expecting relief, but instead the motion made his sweater pull tighter as seams drew taut across muscles that seemed to be slowly pushing outward. He blinked, confused, flexed his fingers, and finally looked down at his arms, where the sleeves strained more than they had a moment earlier.

“Okay,” he said with a soft laugh, “that’s… new.”

Joey hesitated only a second, struggling to contain his excitement, and then he moved in close before Matt could ask another question. He kissed Matt, deep and passionate, stealing his breath and only intensifying by the second. Matt startled, then melted into it, moving his hands up on instinct to Joey’s back to pull him close until their bodies pressed together. Joey grinned at the contact, and Matt’s chest felt warmer, fuller, and more solid than it had moments earlier.

Joey’s hands slid lower, looking for the hem of Matt’s sweater. Matt pulled back just enough to blink at him, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Do you like this sweater?” Joey asked, already working it upward.

“It’s my favorite,” Matt answered, still trying to keep up.

“Then you’d better take it off,” Joey said, and he smirked. “Trust me.”

The fabric resisted more than it should have, clinging stubbornly to Matt’s torso. Joey had to tug and work it free inch by inch, struggling to free the thickened muscles. When it finally came loose, Joey paused despite himself. Matt’s chest was on display—broad, powerful, and undeniably larger than it had been seconds ago. He could see the skin pulled smooth over a roundness that was steadily inflating.

Joey exhaled, appreciative and a little awed, then tossed the sweater aside. He leaned back in, kissing Matt again and again and again, until the world narrowed to their bodies. Matt didn’t register the change right away. He was too focused on Joey to notice anything else.

“You’re such a wonderful dad,” Joey said between kisses, punctuating the words with another kiss. His hands slid over Matt’s chest and shoulders, gently squeezing them. “You’re always there for them,” Joey went on, brushing his lips along Matt’s jaw. “So loving. So patient.” They kissed once more, softer this time, as his thumbs moved in small circles around Matt’s nipples, and he added, “We’re so lucky to have you.”

Matt chuckled against Joey’s lips. “Is this your way of convincing me of something?” he asked. “Because it is working,” he added as his cock stirred in his pants.

Joey grinned and didn’t respond, realizing he had to stretch to keep kissing Matt because Matt’s pecs pressed forward more than before, fuller with every breath, pushing them apart inch by inch until Joey finally had to step back, panting, but still smiling.

That was when Matt finally looked down, gasping as his chest expanded again. Muscle thickened beneath his skin in visible waves, lifting his pecs and making them rounder. He heard the faint, unsettling sound of his skin adjusting to new limits, and shock snapped sharp and bright through him.

“Joey—what’s happening?” Matt said, wide-eyed as he looked down at himself, then back at Joey. “What did you do?” The question wasn’t angry, more stunned, as if he half-expected Joey to grin and admit to some reckless game.

Joey didn’t step back. He pushed himself closer and spread his hands over Matt’s chest, feeling the heat and relentless growth beneath his hands. “I didn’t do anything,” he said quickly, honestly—then softer, “but I can’t say I hate it.” His smirk betrayed him, but the way his fingers moved over Matt’s body eased the tension.

Matt swallowed hard as another growth spurt hit him, and his chest pushed outward, heavier and broader. Instinctively, he glanced toward the hallway—toward the rooms where their forty sons slept. “Tell me the truth,” he said, dropping his voice, “is it safe? What if I break something? What if I wake them?”

“You won’t,” Joey answered immediately. “Just… let it happen.”

He couldn’t help but groan as his pants went from snug to tight, then tighter still until the fabric pulled hard across his thighs, hips, and butt as if trying to keep up with a body that had already outgrown it. The waistband bit into his hips, digging in as his lower half pushed outward, fuller and heavier with every breath.

“Wait—” Matt said, glancing down in alarm. He reached for the waistband, fumbling his fingers as he tried to tug it away from his skin, but the motion only made the fabric strain harder. The seams at the back stretched thin, whining softly as his ass swelled against them, rounded and unyielding to overwhelming proportions.

The pressure built fast—too fast. Matt’s thighs thickened again, his hips flared wider, and then the resistance gave up. The fabric split with a sharp rip as seams gave way around his growing ass. Matt froze, feeling heat rush to his face as the ruined pants hung open in shreds, no longer able to pretend they’d ever been enough.

Joey didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed captivated. He kept his hands on Matt’s massive chest as if to calm Matt and himself. “Hey,” he whispered, leaning in despite the difference in size growing between them. “Calm down. It’s okay.” He caressed Matt’s shoulders and pecs as they continued to swell.

Matt tried to steady his breathing, but it felt like every inhale made his lower body push outward. And every exhale seemed to bring new mass to his upper body. The ruined fabric hung in shreds as his thighs and hips thickened further. He let out another strained moan while Joey stayed close, loving every second of the impossible scene unfolding beneath his hands.

“What is happening?” Matt asked again, breathless.

Joey swallowed and explained quickly, keeping it simple because that was all he truly knew. He told Matt about the note he’d found beside the milk, about Santa’s son and the promise written there, about a cookie made by Sam and Chris, and about a wish meant for the children. “That’s all it said,” he admitted. “That one of us would become what they dreamed of; that’s Christmas magic. Temporary. Seven days.” He met Matt’s eyes and added firmly, “This is for them, something they dreamed of. Something we couldn’t give them on our own.”

Matt froze as the meaning settled in. His growth didn’t stop, but his fear did. “For them?” he asked quietly.

“For them,” Joey confirmed, smiling now. “And yeah. It looks pretty incredible, so it’s for me to enjoy it as well.”

The growth accelerated after that, no longer subtle in any way. Matt felt his body surge upward first. His torso lengthened as if an invisible force were drawing him taller from the inside out. The sensation wasn’t sharp or violent; it was continuous, unstoppable, like standing inside a rising tide. His ribcage expanded with a resonant pull, spreading wider until his breathing changed to match the scale of his chest. Each inhale made him more enormous, as if air itself turned into mass all over his body.

Matt felt his regular jockstrap straining over his expanding body, creaking as the pouch could barely contain his cock and balls. What used to be impressive only a few minutes ago suddenly crossed into ridiculous territory. His cock grew longer and thicker, pulling the pouch downward with such a force that the waistband couldn’t fight it. His balls inflated by the second, producing cum at an alarming rate and popping out the sides. They were impossible to keep contained. Matt groaned as he felt the fabric reaching a limit before everything finally snapped.

“Oh, fuck!” Matt cried out, blushing even more at the sensation of the cool air against his overheated cock and balls. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized, aware of the rules he had set himself about bad words in the house, but without meaning it because the sensation was too good.

His cock burst free, throbbing violently as it gained length and girth. It quickly went from two feet long to three, then four, and the growth continued without even slowing down. Once his balls were free, their growth accelerated, hanging lower and heavier as more cum inflated them from within. The scrotum stretched, tight, to a glossy sheen, but it handled the growing mass that didn’t seem to have a limit. Even after his balls landed heavily on the ground, they continued growing, fuller, impossibly overproductive.

“Hmm… I’m loving this even more,” Joey said, slowly reaching down to caress Matt’s shaft to show him that everything was okay.

Then the growth turned outward. Matt’s shoulders pushed laterally, stretching farther than his sense of balance could easily track. The deltoids swelled into enormous, rounded masses that flowed seamlessly into an ever-widening back. The muscles there thickened layer by layer and quickly became a flesh-colored landscape. His biceps and triceps ballooned into sculpted columns, and his forearms lengthened and thickened until his hands felt distant from his shoulders, with so much mass in between.

Joey stayed close, enjoying the sight but softly talking to him as Matt’s center of gravity shifted dramatically. When standing was no longer possible, Joey helped him ease backward into the open span between the living room and dining room. Matt’s body grew even as he lowered. His torso broadened against the floor as his frame quickly pushed furniture aside. Nothing snapped or broke—Joey made sure of it; everything moved, sliding aside as his volume claimed the space it needed.

Matt’s chest became immense, swelling into a vast, rising plane that heaved visibly. It spread outward until it was no longer possible to take it in all at once. It felt more like a hillside than part of a person. His nipple expanded along with the pecs, getting broader and thicker and pushing outward more firmly than ever. The skin was incredibly sensitive, stretching beyond what should be possible and making him shiver.

Then, his abdomen thickened and lengthened, anchoring the rest of him in place. His legs expanded into enormous pillars as his thighs and calves inflated until they pressed firmly into the floor, spreading to give his balls room in between. The muscles were so full and dense that motion ceased to be an option. The mass on every part of him had grown so thick that there was nowhere left to move without colliding with himself.

The mountain of muscles that Matt had become only expanded further for what felt like an eternity. Joey stayed close, talking to Matt and moving his hands over the immense body, admiring in pure awe—and a touch of lust—how everything looked rounder, fuller, denser, and more imposing by the second.

“Oof… you make this sound like a walk through the park,” Matt said breathlessly as Joey’s hand reached for the immense balls to softly knead the taut skin of his scrotum. “Ugh… but I won’t deny you make it feel good,” he admitted as Joey pressed his whole body against the hill of his balls, which now reached way higher than Joey was tall.

“You know I can’t lie to you, Matt,” Joey said, teasingly. “I love it. You’re so big, so strong, such a perfect playscape for the kids, but such a perfect toy for me. We all win,” he added playfully to emphasize how much he enjoyed Matt’s size.

By the time the growth settled, Matt was fifty feet in height, and his shoulders were broader than that, spanning a width that defied logic. Each muscle group inflated to a staggering degree, immense, rounded, and seamless, pressed so closely against the next that his body became a single, monumental form. Despite the colossal proportions, a thin softness lay over everything, cushioning the overwhelming mass, shaping it into something welcoming rather than threatening—like a gigantic off-season mountain of muscle.

Matt lay on his back, completely immobile. His head was the only human-sized point set against a body that had grown far beyond any human measure. His chest was the most overwhelming feature of all. It expanded outward into an enormous, rising plane, vast enough to feel like terrain rather than a body. Each pectoral swelled into a monumental mass, and both together formed a continuous expanse that heaved with his breathing, with a valley in between that seemed deep enough to lose a whole town in there.

Below it, the muscles of his abdomen pressed together until they formed an immovable core. There was no slack or emptiness anywhere; every inch of him had so much muscle packed that they fought for space with the next—moving was impossible. His arms lay at his sides with biceps and forearms swollen into rounded forms that blended seamlessly into one another, as the joints between them had been rendered almost invisible by surrounding bulk.

His legs stretched outward and downward. His thighs and calves had expanded to impossible proportions. The muscles there were so thick and heavy that they pressed firmly into the floor, creating the sense that his body had settled rather than fallen, as if gravity itself had adjusted to accommodate him. Everywhere there was mass upon mass, muscle pressed against muscle, each part so immense that it held the next in place, leaving him still not through restraint but through overwhelming size.

Even his cock did not have enough space to move despite the enormous size of the room. It was about 30 feet long, pushing against the ceiling into a corner—almost breaking through it. His balls were immense, like a pair of monster trucks parked between Matt’s legs, churning audibly as they produced more cum.

Matt exhaled, long and shaky, and the sound resonated across his vast body. Then he laughed, low and incredulous. “Of course,” he said. “Now it feels like revenge from someone who has experienced immobility by his own body before,” he said, remembering how Joey’s belly had locked him in place when the 40 babies were inside him.

Joey grinned. “I promise, I have nothing to do with this growth. But I promise I’ll enjoy the results like you have no idea.”

He didn’t hesitate and began to climb. He used the immense slopes of Matt’s body the way someone might use a familiar hill, finding perches where muscles curved upward as his feet settled where the surface felt firm. He met absolute stability with every shift of his weight. There was no tremor, no danger—only the solid presence of Matt beneath him.

Matt watched closely, concerned for only a moment before melting into amazement. He knew where Joey was, but only as a lightweight or a subtle pressure here and there. Joey tested, moving carefully but teasingly. He settled comfortably, then scooted a little, then sprawled enough to experiment, like someone learning the angles of a brand-new piece of furniture that happened to be alive.

“This part’s perfect for sitting,” Joey said, practical and delighted all at once, patting the broad curve of Matt’s pec beneath him. He shifted again, laughing softly. “Oh, the kids are going to love this part. Perfect for them to play.”

Matt chuckled, making his immense chest bounce slightly. “What are you doing?”

A few inches farther, Joey slid a short distance and caught himself easily. “Okay,” he added, nodding to himself, “this is definitely a slide.”

From below, Matt answered with a breathless sound that was half disbelief and half pride. “Are you really doing this?”

“Someone has to be the first,” Joey replied, grinning. “Quality control.”

That moment was when the last of Matt’s fear truly left. Joey became proof that it wasn’t dangerous, not for him and not for the kids. “Yeah, right. Let’s call it that.”

“It is,” Joey responded, carefully moving over Matt’s abs until he reached the base of the gigantic cock. “But then again, I won’t lie. I love it.” He wrapped his arms around the immense shaft as far as he could, marveling at how tiny his whole body was compared to the hard cock. He couldn’t help but squeeze and stroke firmly, drawing a loud moan from Matt’s throat.

“Wha—what are you doing?” Matt said breathlessly after the stimulation.

“Don’t worry. I’m only testing everything. The kids have a lot of space to play, but I’m more interested in this area,” he said, slowly climbing onto Matt’s gigantic balls, feeling the surface give under his weight like a water bed. “Believe me. I’m gonna have so much fun.”

Matt could feel every motion, and with his skin growing more sensitive, he could barely handle the pleasure caused by having Joey’s seemingly tiny body standing atop him. He only moaned while the man kept playing across his vast balls for a while.

Then, Joey made his way higher until he reached Matt’s chest again, settling there with care. He sat comfortably, then leaned back a little and patted the space beside him like someone testing a bench. “Well,” he said, looking around at the impossible view, “it’s perfect,” he added, slowly moving toward Matt’s head to lean forward as much as he could and kiss Matt’s lips amid the mountain of muscle his body had become.

“I love how much you’re enjoying this,” Matt said between kisses.

“And I love that you’re so willing to make us all happy,” Joey said between kisses. “The kids will love the scene. We only need to find a way to hide some areas, which is almost impossible,” he added, looking back at Matt’s gigantic cock and balls.

Almost immediately, a chill breeze swept through the room, making both of them shiver, and the same blue ball of glowing light from before appeared right beside Joey. Both men stared at it in awe as the ball shone brighter for a moment before a gift bag appeared on Matt’s skin. They were speechless as the light disappeared, and Joey immediately reached for the bag. It had a note in the same beautifully decorated paper as before.

“Merry Christmas again, Joey and Matt.

I hope you’re enjoying the surprise. Everything’s going exactly as planned.

I heard your concerns. Inside this bag, you’ll find something you might need—a little extra Christmas magic to help keep things comfortable and covered. It’s a jockstrap with an enchanted pouch that adjusts no matter how big things get. It’ll keep everything supported, secured, and out of the way. Mostly, it’s there to make things safer for the kids—fewer accidents, fewer surprises, and a lot less explaining.

Enjoy it.

—Nick”

“That’s helpful. But do you think it’ll be big enough?” Matt asked as Joey pulled out a gigantic jockstrap with a bright blue pouch.

“I don’t know, but I’ll surely have fun trying to make it fit,” Joey said, leaning in to kiss Matt’s lips with such passion that the giant body trembled in response.

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The following morning, Matt and Joey heard doors opening down the hall very early, followed by a symphony of cautious footsteps. Forty identical faces entered the living room within seconds and began to peek around corners, wide-eyed, speechless, and struggling to comprehend what lay before their eyes.

Matt was impossible to miss, and for a heartbeat, no one moved.

They stared at a mountain of flesh-colored mass sprawled across the living room and the dining room. The scene was shocking, to say the least, but the boys felt like everything was fit specifically for climbing, sitting, and running. Matt lay there, patiently waiting for their reaction, breathing slowly and making the whole bulk rise and fall. Joey sat comfortably near the top, wrapped in a blanket, looking every bit like someone who had been waiting for this moment.

The boys took their time to process the sight, and then, Daniel—braver, or simply faster than the rest—ran forward. “Dad? Daddy?”

Matt smiled, careful and slow. “Morning, buddy.”

It was all it took. The spell broke in an explosion of sound and motion. Forty boys surged forward, laughing excitedly as they scattered in every direction. The difference in scale turned Matt’s body into a world of routes and landmarks. Their bodies looked tiny against a vast, living landscape that invited them to explore hills and valleys.

Some boys came straight to Matt’s head, crowding close to hug him, hugging Joey, and shouting greetings over one another. Some took the long way up, clambering along the inclines of his sides, finding balance with their hands and feet where muscle rose in broad curves. Others discovered quicker paths, scrambling up natural ridges that guided them toward higher ground, calling out discoveries to one another as if charting a map.

A cluster made for the wide valley formed between Matt’s pecs. They slid into it laughing, then climbed out only to slide back again, turning the space into a shared game. The surface there yielded just enough to be comfortable, forming natural hollows where they could sit and lean, catching their breath before racing off again. Near the top of each pec, Matt’s beanbag-sized nipples became favorite spots to rest as a few boys settled there as they would on big cushions, with their legs dangling and pointing out routes for the others.

Others moved along his arms, treating the long arcs as running tracks, looping from shoulder to forearm and back again, inventing races that ended in breathless laughter. One group turned the broad plane of his chest into a gathering place, spreading out to sit, recline, or lie still and look around, amazed by the height and the view.

Joey laughed openly, reaching out to steady a few who made it up to him. “Easy—one at a time!” he called, though his smile made it clear he didn’t really mean it. He guided them with a light touch, helping each boy find a place, a path, or a perch that felt right.

Gifts appeared next, dragged and carried up piece by piece. The boys opened boxes atop Matt, and they immediately put toys to use on the newest, biggest playground any of them had ever seen. One group lined up small figures along the broad rise of Matt’s chest as if it were a stage; another rolled toy cars along the smooth arcs of his arms and abs.

Some of the boys found a broad, springy stretch of bright blue fabric of the jockstrap and immediately claimed it as their own. It dipped and rebounded beneath them in a friendly way, turning every step into a gentle hop. They bounced experimentally at first, then with growing confidence, laughing as they slid down its curved surface only to scramble back up again. A few invented a game where they counted how many hops they could manage before losing balance, while others took turns seeing who could slide the farthest without tipping over.

Before long, it became one of several natural gathering places across Matt’s vast form. Kids drifted in and out of it the way they did the wide plane of his chest or the sheltered hollow between his pecs. A small group lined up to race across it as the fabric flexed and cushioned every landing, sending them wobbling into each other in laughter before they spilled safely back toward the broader slopes above.

To them, it was just another part of the playground, like a padded hill or a bouncy mat. Joey relaxed, watching the boys move through it without hesitation. The enchanted jockstrap was doing what it was meant to do, keeping everything completely covered and firmly in place, smoothing the shape into something harmless and abstract—more like a built-in cushion than any part of a body. There were no questions, no awkward pauses, no second thoughts—just kids playing freely, just as they should.

Matt felt it all as a constant, gentle bustle—tiny movements skimming over him, light steps and careful climbs, and bursts of laughter that rippled across his awareness. Feeling each boy made his heart swell, so full it almost hurt, as they moved like a living pattern across him. He took a deep breath, proud and deeply at ease. 

At one point, one of the boys paused, sat against Matt’s head, and said with complete sincerity, “This is the best Christmas ever.”

Joey heard it. Matt heard it. They shared a look that said everything.

Later, when the excitement softened—kids sprawled comfortably, playing more quietly, opening their gifts one by one—Joey leaned back slightly, resting against Matt where he could, small in comparison but comfortable.

Matt spoke quietly despite his monumental size. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I don’t think I can argue with you anymore.”

Joey turned, lifting his eyebrow. “About?”

Matt exhaled, curling his lips into a smile. “About wanting more kids. Look at them. It’s impossible not to.”

Joey’s eyes widened, lighting up. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Matt chuckled. “Let’s let this wear off first in seven days.” He paused, then added with a wink, “And then we’ll see.”

Joey grinned, leaning in and locking his lips on Matt’s as their children laughed and played around them. “Seven days sounds so long now,” he said, holding Matt’s face in his hands. “But I’ll enjoy every single second of this until then.”

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PS: Hey everyone, this is a Christmas-special sequel to an old story of mine, "A Small Bite," with a very different twist. We also get a mention of another character of mine, Nick, from my story "Christmas Magic." The plot is a suggestion I received from a special friend on Tumblr, and I had to write it. Anyways, ENJOY!