growth Santa's Muscle Son Willy

[bbmikenj]

   

 

       Santa had been married ten times before he had a child. All of the women were mortals, and even though Santa's magic seed gave them a much longer life than most women, after about 150 years, the Mrs. Claus's would pass on, and Santa would soon find another one to take her place. Santa had his needs.

 

       Santa had found the current Mrs Claus in the early 1960's, in the former East Germany. She was a 20 year old shot putter on the East German Olympic team, where she had been put on a long list of secret 'supplements' since she'd been a teen, and her intense workout regiment had built her up to a rock solid 235 at 5'8". She'd looked like a female version of Marcus Ruhl. Santa had always liked his women big, and since he had been fooling around with testosterone and gh since the 50's, he'd was drawn to her extreme muscularity.

 

        None of his other wives had been able to get pregnant because Santa's seed was too strong for them. When the current Mrs Claus got knocked up, Santa figured that all her supplementation must have altered her DNA, even down to her unfertilized eggs, and after many years of trying for multiple times a day, it took. Santa finally got a son. Willy Claus, they named him, and it was clear from the start that he was going to be special. By the time he was two, he was wrestling the elves, who, despite being small, where strong for their size. Willy never lost. By the time he was five, he could wrestle three of four of them at once. Willy would laugh and laugh as he pinned one elf after another. Sometimes, the elves would get a little pissed off at never being able to beat the little fucker, but they hid their frustration, since they all loved the powerful kid. They would help him workout, which he also loved to do, and by the time he was ten, he was doing leg lifts with five elves clinging to each of his legs. They would cheer him on as they pulled down on his legs as hard as they could to keep them from rising up and down, but to no avail. This was how he started to develop an 8pac that looked liked stacked up bricks.

 

      When he was in his early teens, Santa gave Willy two young reindeer bucks for him to raise. Not just any reindeer, either, but ones that Santa had been working on the breeding for size and strength for several generations. Even as young bucks, they were thick with muscle. Their big haunches rolled with size as they launched into the air. The other reindeer wouldn't let them play reindeer games with them, they were too strong. But Willy loved their size and strength, and used them for his workouts. He named them Brawny and Bruiser.  He had the elves make tethers for their harnesses, and he would take one end in each hand, and pull them back and forth as they tried to charge away from him in opposite directions. This made Willy's biceps and forearm swell and grow tremendously. And it made his reindeer grow bigger and stronger, too. He would also put them on his big shoulders and do squats with them. This made his legs grow and grow, and as the reindeer got heavier and heavier, his legs grew even more. By the time he was 18, he could wrestle both reindeer to the ground. The big powerful animals loved it when their master played with them, and afterwards, Willy would be so turned on by his massive pump, that he would go to his room, and as he posed in his full-length mirror, he would spread his magic seed all over the polished floors. The elves would come in and use the floor as a slip-and-slide, and the magic in the seed made their muscles grow, and soon their arms had busted thru their sleeves, and as they made their toys, their big muscles would rippled and swell. They would flex between toys, and laugh and laugh. The North Pole had always been a happy place, but it was much more so now that Willy was around.       

 

      This Christmas, Willy turned twenty-one. He was taller than Santa, with golden blond hair and sky blue eyes. He looked like a bigger, more heavily built Dennis Wolf. Santa sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy over his son's prodigious size, since he had worked so hard to build his own arms to 24" of flexed steel, and now Willy's reindeer-curling arms were 25", cold and unflexed. Pumped and flexed hard, they swelled to over 30" of veiny muscle, with nearly an inch deep split running across the top of the peak. His reindeer were fully grown, and looked like two myostatin-free beasts of muscle on muscle. How they could still fly puzzled even Santa. And yet they flew higher and faster than any of his reindeer. Willy told Santa that he wanted to use  them this year and spread some Christmas magic.

 

     "You want to pass out gifts?" Santa asked, his huge GH gut jutting out in his red thermal undershirt.

 

     "Not the usual gifts. Something better." Willy stood proudly in his red 5XL UnderArmour compression shirt, every rippling muscle showing thru the shirt like he was a specially made oversized mannequin.

 

     "Better than gifts??" said Santa. "Ho Ho Ho, boy, it will have to be pretty special to beat gifts!" Santa's big pillow-sized pecs flexed up and down as he laughed. Yet despite his size, he now felt small next to his superbly muscled son. But he was so proud, his twinges of envy never lasted long, and Santa gave Willy his blessing to go out and spread good cheer.

 

      So on Christmas Eve, Willy harnessed up Brawny and Bruiser, and trotted them out for all to see. Santa said, "Maybe we'll pass each other tonight sometime," as he readied himself for his own journey.

 

     "I don't think we'll be going to the same places," answered Willy. There were no toys in Willy's sleigh. Santa wondered what his powerful son had planned.

 

      And Willy did have plans. Big plans. His first stop was North Korea, where he flew in for a visit with the blessed leader Kim Jung, who was sound asleep when Willy stole into his bedroom. Willy used his magic to pull the covers back, and then began to work on himself in order to spray his magic seed. The sight of the pudgy, unattractive leader made it hard for Willy to get it up, so he looked away, and thought of how his delts and arms felt after using Brawny for overhead reps. The thought of that intense pump got Willy going fast, and he sprayed his seed all over the Korean. Willy climbed out onto a windowsill and watched as his seed soaked into the feisty ruler. As it did, his body began to change. His bloated chubbiness started to melt away, and muscle took its place. The leader woke up and realized something was happening to him. He got out of bed, and realized that his gout was causing him no pain. He didn't need his cane to walk. He went over to his mirror and saw more muscles growing and more fat disappearing. He couldn't believe his eyes, which, to his amazement, where turning blue. Then he watched as his hair turned snowy white. He pulled down his pajama bottoms and saw that his legs had morphed into big quads and calves of pure muscle. He looked like a Korean version of Hidetada Yamagishi!  He stood in awe, staring at him magnificent physique. It made him harden up to himself, and then he realized that his dick had grown to three times its old size, and was now 6 inches (which might explain a lot). And not only did he look amazing, he felt amazing, too. He felt a joy and happiness inside him like he'd never known. Gone were all the feelings of anger and vengefulness. Instead, he was flooded with the desire to make his people truly love him. He flexed in the mirror, and nearly wept at what he saw. He would truly be a deity to his people now, with his massive muscles, white hair and blue eyes. And he would be a benevolent one, too, bringing prosperity and freedom to his people.

 

      Willy flew out of sight as the altered leader set about making plans to free all the political prisoners from his Gulag-styled prison camps. Then he would cancel his country's nuclear bomb program, and contact South Korea about normalizing relations. No more demilitarized zone, he promised, as he raised his arm and kissed his own 21" peak.  Then he ordered a copy of "The Interview", which, when he watched it, he would laugh and laugh. "Those crazy American stoners," he would chuckle, as he curled 120lbs dumbbells. In the coming years, he could go on to have many sons, all of whom would grow to be extremely muscular and benevolent leaders of their prosperous nation.

 

      Meanwhile, Willy made his way to Moscow, where he dropped in for a visit with Putin. He sprayed the Russian leader the same way that he had done Kim Jong. Putin woke up as his sagging man-boobs were hardening up and thickening with muscle mass. He got up and watched in his mirror as more and more muscle grew on him. His hair thickened in too, and turned snowy white. His beady, reptilian, icy blue eyes stayed blue, but changed into a warm, deep blue Caribbean color. His muscles grew more and more youthful and densely packed, and soon he looked like a Russian version of Ronnie Rockel. Putin beamed with pleasure. Wait until his judo sparring partners saw him!  He flexed in the mirror and grew hard, and realized his dick had doubled in size and was now 8 inches. And, like Kim, a warmth grew inside him, one of peace and joy, like he had never felt in his life. Now naked, he waddled like a true bodybuilder over to his hot line. He ordered the return of Crimea to the Ukraine, and the withdrawal of all his troops from the border. What was that all about anyway, he wonder to himself as he hung up the phone. Then he sat down and wrote up a decree than would turn the Olympic village of Sochi into a giant gay mecca, his huge forearm muscles rippling as he wrote. He looked at himself in the mirror now and then, and while, still straight, he could understand the attraction a man could feel for a man now. He loved his newly striated pec slabs, and he bounced them back and forth in the mirror, and he laughed and laughed. When his wife woke up and gasped at the sight of him, he got back into bed with her and made love with his new size and power, driving her wild with passion. He had never made love to her with such warmth before, and it made her eyes roll back in her head. And when his seed exploded inside her, she felt the warmth spread inside her, and she would become more youthful and beautiful than she had ever been.

 

       By that time, Willy was on his way to his next stop. Pakistan. He was not going to visit a singular leader there, he had other plans. He had Brawny and Bruiser soar high into the stratosphere over the country, and he stroked himself until he shot a huge load of his magic seed into sky. It spread and spread and spread, and crystallized in the air, and then began to fall down onto the cities and villages, like the whitest, softest snowfall ever. Men all over Pakistan ran outside and looked up. As the crystal flakes hit their eyes and beards and faces, it melted in, and the men felt themselves changing. Their hearts swelled with a joy they had never felt. Their hair and their beards turned white. And their muscles grew. And their dicks grew. They flexed out of their clothes and laughed with amazement. They called to their wives, who came running out in their burkas, which, as the snowfall fell onto the heavy black cloth, changed to white lacy fabric that made the women feel freer than they'd ever felt. Their husbands embraced them as equals. People wept and sang in the streets.

 

      Soon, the evil-doers of the country heard the commotion. The leaders ordered their men out onto the streets to shoot anyone who dared sing or dance. When these men went out into the street and saw what was happening, they called to their leaders to come out and see. The leaders saw the streets filled with heavily muscled peasants, and ordered their men to scoop up as much of the special snow as they could and eat it. Then, they thought, their men would grow bigger and stronger, and would take over the country even sooner than they'd hope. As their men ate the snow, the leaders stood and let it fall all over them, then waited for their growth to start. But the blackness in their hearts made this impossible. Instead of growing, they began to contract and shrink, and like the wicked witch of the West, to shrivel down and down, until they were each reduced to a lump of coal. The children of the villages and towns ran out and gathered as much of this coal as they could, and gave it to their mothers to use in their cooking stoves. And Christmas magic made these lumps of coal burn for years and years without needing replenished, bringing warmth to the hearths of many Pakistanis. And the food cooked on these stoves made the men bigger and more muscular, until many of them were as jacked up as Zack Khan. They would flex for their wives or each other, and enjoyed utter and complete joy. And with all the evil ones gone, there was no more terrorism in the land. What was that all about anyway, thought everyone, looking back.

 

       Meanwhile, Willy made his way over Afghanistan. Would he have enough magic seed to spread over them to have the same results as Pakistan? It was such a big, sad country, and he had already sprayed such copious amounts. Only time would tell. 

[arpeejay]

It's a Christmas Miracle! Or maybe four or five of them!

[xboy]

great story! Merry Christmas!!

[cutlerfan]

Loved this story! can Santa's son stop by my place..please?

[MuscleMan166]

Great story.  And it's pretty awesome how you included the situations going on in the world.  Those countries really do need some Christmas magic

[MadDog]

Thanks for the fun story!

[Mickju]

I enjoyed this story very much. I missed it when it was posted. I would love for you to post more stories since you are my favorite author!

[goremeridian]

Damn! Willie can squeeze his pumped mass down my chimney any day!

[wolfpunk]

Loved this story!

[hans902]

You forgot Putin deposing Kadyrov or Willy blessing Chechnya with his seed...

There are some hunky Chechnyans out there that need to become hunkier and benevolent...