Every year the Hitchens family would gather together for Christmas and New Years. The two Hitchens boys, now both family men were larger than life characters. Both towering lumberjack like men who led the festivities and their wives and kids would follow. Harry Hitchens was the proud father to two boys, both athletes and both the apples of their fathers eye.
Sam Hitchens, the eldest, was now a star athlete at his college, on the fast track to professional stardom and already an Olympic god medalist in track, before he filled out at 16 and his muscle mass slowed him down too much to be any sort of track runner.
Scott Hitchens, the baby, was pretty much a younger version of his elder brother. He was tall and thick with muscle. His messy blond hair always looking nearly perfect like he’d just walked off a catwalk, his youthful yet masculine face naturally falling into a cocky smirk.
Roger Hitchens was the proud ‘as much as a father naturally should be’ father of one son. His son Lucas had been completely bypassed by the Hitchens genes. He was short, he was chubby. His dark hair shiny from grease and his face caked in a crust of spots. He and Scott were the same age, but light years apart in every possible way.
Yet they were forced to share a room for the holidays. Since Sam had moved onto college he spent all his time in the penthouse apartment he’d lucked himself into having, and barely spent any time at home. His room, the largest bedroom in the house, had been taken over by Scott and Scott’s old room had been converted into a shrine to the greatness that was Sam Hitchens.
Lucas’ parents had gotten the spare room and Lucas had to sleep on the floor of Scott’s room, hearing the big lug snore and stare up at Scott’s massive feet hanging over the edge of the massive, by Lucas’ standards at least, bed.
It was on Christmas eve after a nice family meal and a genuinely good time that the boys were sent to bed. It was only 9pm and Lucas couldn’t sleep, he was 18 and used to staying up much later playing video games with people on the other side of the planet. Scott was already asleep, even though he’d bitched about now being able to jerk off because Lucas was in the room.
Lucas was looking up at the meaty soles of Scott’s feet for the 4th night in a row.
Why he couldn’t of slept in the central open area of the bedroom and not cramped into a corner beneath Scott’s feet was beyond Lucas.
Scott’s excuse that he needed the space to do his exercises in the morning didn’t hold as Scott used the home gym every morning when he woke up.
Lucas tossed and turned in his makeshift bed. His eyes caught sight of something under the bed, it hadn’t been there before, maybe something had shifted when Scott had pulled out the hidden Christmas presents last night before he put them under the tree.
Lucas tried to reach for the shiny object that caught his eye, having to move a box labeled “Sam’s Underwear”. His arms weren’t long enough. He sighed and pulled himself out from under the covers. Without even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught under Scott’s bed next to a box of his elder cousins musky briefs he was crawling in the dark with Scott’s snoring mass above him.
He reached the shiny object, it was an old looking touch phone, or an old PDA device. Without even touching the power button it strung into life, lighting up the dark beneath the bed.
A near silent jiggle played and an ancient looking graphic of a genie lamp flashed up blocky letters popped into being.
“What the hell” Lucas muttered then hushing himself as Scott grunted above him.
Lucas tapped the screen. A loading bar appeared and then vanished. The PDA was obviously newer then it appeared, after the old grey intro screens it was bright and colorful. It looked like an advanced customization screen for a SIMs game or something.
Lucas clicked on the previous session button and the complete outline of his cousin Sam appeared, everything from his favorite color to his obscene girth of his cock was written down for Lucas to know. Sam’s family was listed below, including Lucas (cousin-father’s side). Beneath that was a “Make realistic”.
When Lucas clicked on this opinion a small cartoon genie lamp appeared.
A speak bubble appeared explaining he was the PDA’s helper function and the ‘Make Realistic’ option made it so that changes would appear to be natural, such as making physical changes genetic, which would change family to match the physical changes to the user.
Lucas was confused, what sort of game was this. He saw the “Change History” box on a side bar next to the floating beautiful face of Sam.
An insanely long list of changes appeared. From increase in height, made a natural athlete and increase cock length. The make realistic option seemed to apply to them all.
Lucas came off his history and clicked on himself. His meagre frame and spotty face appeared, with all his statistics listed. He clicked on height, 5’5 it read. A dial appeared below, or he could edit his height. Lucas ran a finger over the dial, increase the avatars height.
He chuckled quietly as the avatar grew taller, then almost shouted out load as his feet moved along the carpeted floor as his own height increased. In a panic he pulled the dial back till his height on both the Chronivac and in reality retuned to normal.
It dawned on Lucas what he was holding, he’d just grown a foot in an instant and it looked like Sam had made himself the hunky athlete he was now and no one seemed to know any different.
Lucas smiled, he could change anything.
Scott woke on Christmas morning, stretching out his beefy arms and yawning. Flexing his toes and sadly trying to kill his throbbing morning wood before swinging his thick legs out of bed. He pulled on some stripy pajama bottoms before he noticed that his little cousin Lucas wasn’t still asleep.
He cracked his knuckles before flexing a bicep in the mirror, smirking to himself and headed out of his room. His big bare feet thudding as he stomps down the stairs into the living room. Both his parents and his aunt and uncle were already there, sitting on the sofas and talking over coffee.
“Merry Christmas” Scott greeted, a hand down his bottoms rearranging his fat nuts
They returned the greeting and his uncle Roger shouted out to the kitchen to his cousin Lucas.
“Time for presents” Scott’s mother offered
Scott with childlike glee dropped to his knees at the foot of the heavily decorated Christmas tree and started to hand out presents. He found one with Lucas’ name.
“Lucas” he shouted
Instantly his cousin replied “No need to shout, I’m behind you”
Scott turned and handed the present over, then back to the tree. Scott blinked a few times before turning back to his cousin. Lucas looked good, very refreshed. His skin very clear for a guy who looked like the face of the moon last night. His cheekbones were even showing through his cheeks, like he’d dropped a few pounds in the night. Scott looked down to Lucas’ pj clad form, his shirt was tight, but only showed a flat stomach were a chubby gut should have been. Still he wasn’t anything compared to Scott’s and his Hitchens family six pack, but it was odd. Maybe Scott just hadn’t payed any attention Lucas, wouldn’t be the first time Lucas’ existence had come as a shock to Scott.
Scott began unwrapping his first gift, it was tickets to a football game, him and his dad most likely. Behind him Lucas was tearing apart the paper on his gift.
“Oh awesome, new headgear, I need this for wrestling” Lucas said happily
Scott’s dad started talking to Lucas about wrestling, the runt lying through his teeth about being a state champion. Scott turned to call Lucas out on his lies, but he stopped. Lucas was now shirtless. His chest jutting out like slabs of rock and his stomach ripped into six thick cobbles. Lucas’ shoulder were rounded and had meaty biceps swinging from them.
“You ok cousin” Lucas asked with a bounce of one of his heavy pecs
Scott shook his head and went back to handing out presents. The gifts got weirder and worst. Scott was getting books, socks and gift cards to shops he’d never go too. Lucas though was getting amazing stuff, a new lap top, a new PS4, bundles of games, but some weird stuff too. New shoes which weren’t that odd, it was just Lucas made a show of announcing they were size 17. Again Scott wanted to call him out, but as he turned around he saw the enormous bare dogs that Lucas had connected to his three trunk legs. The thick toes flexing as Lucas looked.
“You know what they say about big feet” Lucas said quietly to Scott
Scott shook off the implication, knowing while Lucas was a beefy wrestler with massive flipper feet, he was still a short ass with a small baby cock if the flat front of his briefs in the morning was any indication.
With the presents done Scott’s dad and uncle went to the kitchen to work on getting the Christmas roast ready, while the mothers cleared up the ripped up wrappings. Scott carried his disappointing load of gifts up to his room, his heavy footfalls drowned out by the even heavier footfalls of Lucas behind him.
Lucas’ booming voice echoed around him, his beefy cousin gushing about all the amazing gifts he’d gotten. Scott actually pushed his door shut behind him, almost hitting Lucas in his chiseled lightly stubbled face.
“That was rude” Lucas said opening the door, not even looking at Scott
He was busy typing into his phone, Scott pulled at the fabric around his crotch, it was unusually baggy.
“So baby dick….” Lucas started
Scott was instantly turned around and squaring up to Lucas, just he wasn’t towering above him like he expected. Instead a squared meaty pec bounced slightly in front of his face. Lucas’ face smirking down at him.
“So baby dick” Lucas repeated, a massive finger flicked at the billowing empty crotch of Scott’s pajamas “We have a couple hours before Christmas dinner… what you want to do”
Scott started to splutter, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know it, but he was wearing his older brother hand me down pajamas, he had the ass and legs to fill them out, but the Hitchens donkey dick had passed him by.
Lucas’ eyes rolled “Shouldn’t of left you aware, looks like your minds breaking”
A large hand fell onto Scott’s rounded shoulder and forced him to his knees. Lucas unlike Scott wasn’t struggling to fill out his pajamas bottoms. The fabric was bursting with meat, from Luca’s insanely thick pillar like thighs, to the rounded boulder ass that was eating away at the back of them. The hems of his boots ended at the thighs, someone had either cut them off or Lucas had burst them stuffing his quads into them. The crotch was like an entire butcher’s platter of beef, two swollen orbs of sloshing cum and a shank of the finest wrist fat cock meat strained at the seams. To Scott’s shock the sight was making his mouth water.
“Try not to think too hard, I want you to remember that I was once a runt, but I don’t want you to snap” Lucas said, his hand pulling Scott’s face towards his bulging crotch “Unlike your brother I want to see how my changes effect people, just wait till I get ahold of him”
Lucas laughs, the intentions behind it made Scott worried, but the musk of Lucas’ crotch was too incising. He sighed happily as Lucas’ other hand started to heave out a very fat soft cock.
“Good, your calming down, I knew making my cock your happy place was a smart idea” Lucas said starting to jerk his soft meat off “Give me a minute and I’ll dish up your breakfast”
Scott was shaking his head, but his tongue was hanging out and his mouth was full of salvia.
“Just don’t ruin your appetite” Lucas laughed his jerking speed increasing “You got a big dinner ahead of you”