There once was a woman called Sarah Dawson. She and her husband David were very happy together, living in a small house with their five sons. They didn’t have much money, with David working as a janitor and Sarah cleaning bathrooms for the people on the better half of town. They normally were okay even though they lived from pay check to pay check, but Christmas was always hard for them. At a young age all of their sons had accepted that because of their low pay Sarah and David couldn’t afford any big presents, but the woman still hated seeing her sons so frustrated.
It was the 24th and the couple was out searching for a tree. They had wanted to get one earlier, but they always had to work so much it was quickly forgotten. So they found himself there on this small yard, looking at the last remaining trees, all far from perfect but at least cheap. Sarah wandered around the area, she always left the choice of tree to her husband just being there to help transport it, when she found an odd machine. It looked like one of these old ones on fairs, with a mechanical fortune teller inside. This machine though was a little different from those. Instead of a fortune teller the mechanical figure inside was a pretty realistic looking Santa Clause. Beneath the glass window showing the mechanical man was written “State your Christmas wish and throw in 25 cents”.
Sarah just chuckled. Money was tight again after they had decided to get all of their sons something for Christmas and she had nothing to waste on a silly machine like that, but she pulled out a quarter and threw it into the machine while muttering “I wish we had a better life.” She waited for the obligatory card to come out of the machine, but instead she felt a sense of vertigo hit her. When she closed her eyes to make it go away she felt the world around her shift and opened them again.
Gone was the mechanical Santa and the machine, gone was the back yard full of trees, replaced by a wide area full of beautifully grown ones, all looking taller and nicer than Sarah and David could ever hope to afford. And then her eyes fell on the massive man standing before her. He was balancing a tree that looked close to 8 feet in height on one of his mighty biceps, while throwing her a gleaming smile and flexing his free arm to make his impressive muscle look like something he’d need a weapon’s license for. He was only dressed in a white tank top and some loose fitting shorts that left his massive thighs room to breath as well as a hat draped over his handsome face. The tanktop hinted a massive pair of chest muscles and immensely wide shoulders, gained from years of working out.
The man bounced the tree a bit to gain a better grip on it and steadied his size 20 feet. Then he looked Sarah in the eyes with his own deep brown ones and said in a knee-shaking rumbling bass voice “So, baby, I got the tree. I think we can go home now.” For a second Sarah was unsure if the hunk was really talking to her, but then a realization hit her. The 6′6 man before her looked just like her husband David. That is if you transplanted David’s head on the body of a professional bodybuilder and hyper-masculinisated it in the progress. Even his voice sounded similar to David’s, only 2 octaves deeper. Then a wave of dizziness hit Sarah and new memories flooded her head, making the old ones seem like a dream.
Immediately Sarah smiled even wider than the man and ran into him, wrapping her slender arms around his massive torso and nuzzling into his pec cleavage. Her husband tried hugging back, but the tree he was carrying began losing balance and so he just caressed her hair until she stopped hugging him and said “The tree is perfect, David, just like you.” She then tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, making the man blush a little. The two of them walked back towards the parking lot, Sarah walking a bit behind her husband, since she only had a fuzzy memory on where it was. After a short walk they reached the parking lot and she started looking for their crappy old Camero, when David pulled a key out of his pocket and made the Land Rover beside him beep. Sarah just shook her head, the memory of her old car vanishing and the new one settling in as David tied the tree to the car roof.
On their way home they didn’t talk much. David was focused on driving and Sarah was simply entranced by her new husband. The way his pecs bounced when he breathed or how his massive biceps twitched when he turned the steering wheel. Or the massive farm animal sized fuck meat that made a sizable bulge between his monstrous thighs. She was so entranced by his muscles that she didn’t even notice the neighborhood they were driving through wasn’t on their usual way home, it was nicer than even the one she used to clean bathrooms in. Finally they stopped in front of a massive mansion.
Sarah grabbed her forehead as a sudden headache hit her. She remembered living in a small dirty apartment in the worst part of the town, but this mansion quickly replaced this memory. They had been living here ever since David had made his first million with his line of gyms. He was an amazing advertising character on one side, but an amazing entrepreneur too, managing the huge number of gyms with ease. Of course Sarah helped her husband whereever she could, but he rarely needed her help.
David once again carried the tree with a single arm and as soon as they entered the giant foyer, he boomed “Yo, boys, come down and help me with the tree” As if they had been waiting for it, a storm of heavy footfalls could be heard from upstairs and 5 massive hunks came thundering down the stairs. As they lined up before Sarah, ready to help David, she recognized them. These hunks, ranging in age from 23 to 27, were her sons. Her not so little bundles of joy were like their father, tall ripped and from their own sizable bulges hung like bulls. They had decided to all wear matching outfits, just consisting of red socks, a silky red Santa head and matching shorts.
Through these shorts Sarah could see that her sons weren’t soft right now, probably they had hastily pulled out of some poor girl they had been jackhammering their enormous tools into. She’d have to check if the boys had cleaned up afterwards later, but for now she was happy her sons were so quick to listen to their father’s orders.
It didn’t take long wit the combined efforts of the six musclemen to erect the Christmas tree and thanks to Sarah’s excellent taste soon later the tree was even nicely decorated and glittered with silver and blue baubles, a lot of lights and a bright big star on top. All of a sudden David pulled an envelope out of his loose fitting workout shorts and gave it to his wife. “The man who sold us the tree gave it to me and told me it’s for you.”, he explained and curiously Sarah opened it. In the bright red envelope was just a picture of her and her hunky husband David in front of the huge mansion with their 5 fitness model sons. She turned the picture around and on the backside was only one word: “Granted."