Gyft: Delivering on your needs, this Christmas!
"It's the package from Gyft!" Bae called out from the hallway.
Gerda guessed the package must have been the festive costumes Gyft required them to wear when on deliveries. Honestly, she found it a bit fucking weird, but she couldn't really complain. They had needed a job for the Christmas break and Bae Dong-Hyun had delivered, pun not intended, by finding the Gyft app on the app store.
The idea was simple. Gyft was a Christmas-themed delivery service. They'd accept jobs via app and being seasonal, it wouldn't affect their long-term study plans.
"The guys who delivered it were dressed up too," continued Bae, as he carried the package into the living room cum dining room of their flat. "Their costumes looked so good." He placed the box--covered in red and white wrapping paper--onto the coffee table. "You still have the scissors?" he asked Gerda.
"Yeah," she replied quietly with a nod; she'd been cutting little pieces of sticky tape and passing them up to Aran to stick the multicoloured fairy lights up on the wall.
"All done!" exclaimed Aran before he stepped down from the dining chair. "What do you guys think?"
Bae looked around him, as he accepted the scissors from Gerda. "Yeah," he said with a nod. "It's good."
The festive lights encircled the room just below the white coving. Aran could have stuck pins into it--the material seemed soft enough--but given they were renting the flat, he didn't want to take any chances with the landlord. He moved over to switch them on.
They didn't flash. They weren't exceptionally bright. The lights just cast colours down on to them. It was good enough. Perhaps, once they'd earned some money from their new Christmas job, they could afford something fancier for the festive season.
"Nice," said Bae with a nod of his head. He moved back to the Gyft package and scored the tape with the scissors, opening it up with a sound of tearing tape. "Oh, there's a letter here," said Bae. It had been printed on a nice festive header of holly and candy canes. "Congratulations, you have been selected to become a part of the Gyft family," he read out aloud. "Through your survey results, we have found you to be compatible with the Gyft ethos and have sent your costumes, made to your specific measurements." That had been the weird part; they had to take a long survey in addition to giving the company their body measurements and a photo. The questions hadn't seemed too personal at first, but the more Gerda had thought about them, the more she had realised they were intended to tease out more about her personality and desires through indirect means. "Please also find included ID badges for each of you," continued Bae. He pulled out festive red badge holders with snowflake pattern lanyards and passed them out.
Gerda accepted hers gingerly. Her ID featured her photo, her image's smooth dark skin interrupted with gold watermarks across the surface, as if it were some official government issued identification. She quickly pocketed it so she couldn't look at the photo anymore. Gerda had never really liked the way she looked. There was something just off about the facial structure that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Looking at her own face was like staring at some stranger, but then realising that that stranger was you.
"We have also included a bottle of metheglin, guaranteed to bring out the best in you," continued Bae. "Please drink at least one day before accepting any work via the Gyft app."
"Whoa, really?" exclaimed Aran. He fished out a bottle of clear amber liquid from the box. "I'd have thought they'd prefer us to be sober on the job?" he asked, before opening it up and taking a quick whiff. He laughed. "That smells gorgeous. I'm getting us glasses." He set the bottle down on the dining room table, well away from Bae's unpacking, before he ventured to the kitchenette next door.
"Uh... maybe we should save it for later?" suggested Gerda.
"It should definitely wait until we've tried our outfits on," suggested Bae.
"You mean like a toast?" said Aran, as he walked back in with three glasses.
"To our new Christmas jobs," replied Bae.
"Sounds like a good idea," agreed Aran with a shrug of his shoulders. "Let's get festive, then."
Their costumes had come wrapped up in thin tissue paper, colour-coded with patterns for their convenience. Aran's was red and covered in the words, "Ho, ho, ho!" Bae's was covered in red and covered in reindeer patterns, whilst Gerda's was white with red and green Christmas trees. There was no real mistaking who had chosen what.
"Huh, did I type in an extra zero?" wondered Aran aloud after trying his on. "I feel as if this would fit André the Giant better." He stood there in a large red cloak that was a bit too broad around the shoulders with sleeves that were too long and trousers that draped across the floor. The latter wouldn't have likely been a problem if he tucked it into the black Santa boots, though.
"I think it's so you could pad it out," Bae pointed out, as he unwrapped his. "Oh wow!" Bae laughed. "I think the reindeer costume is incomplete." His was nothing more than a red leather chest harness with bells on it and a few armbands and leg harness of similar style. "There's no antlers; it's just these."
"Kinky," said Aran jokingly. "Let's see yours, Gerda!"
It consisted of a blue short-sleeved tunic with red patterned trim and a white turtleneck shirt with red and white stripey sleeves. It came with stripey stockings, but also a thick pair of black trousers that would have obscured them completely, which perplexed her. The elf hat was of a similar pattern to the tunic and its shape reminded her of Link's hat from The Legend of Zelda, more than that of any traditional Christmas elf.
"Okay, I'll be back in a moment," said Gerda.
There was no way she was changing in front of the guys, not that they were that kind of guy--they had never showed much interest in women in that way--but she didn't want anyone to see her body. It's why she chose baggy clothing, so her form would disappear into the cloth.
The costume, however, was the opposite of baggy. It fit her tightly, except for the trousers, which was fine by her. In fact, the shirt fit a bit too tightly around the chest. She tried taking off her bra, before putting it on again. That was a bit better, though it did... actually, now that she looked at it, she realised it compressed her chest a bit. Not by much--this wasn't some binder--but Gerda found the reduction in visible breast size nice.
Gerda crossed over to the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror. The costume looked rather nice on her. It, much to her surprise, suited her, though she would have liked it better if the shirt had somehow flattened her breasts against her chest more.
"Hey, Gerda, you alright?" called out Aran from somewhere outside.
Quickly, Gerda unlocked the bathroom door and ventured out into the hallway. There was no one there, so Aran must have called from the living room; their flat wasn't that big.
"Sorry," she apologised, as she rushed back into the living room. "I was just..."
Bae had put on the reindeer harnesses over his clothing and was bouncing up and down on his knees to get the bells to jingle. He slowed to a halt when he noticed Gerda staring at him. "Uh... it's not what it looks like," he said quickly, as he rose to his feet.
Gerda chose not to say anything. Though she did take a glance to the dining room table. The bottle remained un-poured. "So, what did Gyft say about the costumes?" she asked.
"Wait, where's the elf ears?" asked Bae. He sighed angrily. "There's bits missing from all of ours. Aran hasn't got a beard and I'm pretty much missing most of mine."
Aran laughed, as he rose to his feet. "Well, at least we got a drink or two out of it," he said, before he poured out some of the fermented honey drink for each of them.
Gerda accepted her cautiously. She lifted the glass up and took a sniff. There was a musky smell to it that wasn't exactly what she imagined fermented honey to smell like.
"To Gyft!" called out Bae.
"To Gyft!" responded Aran... and Gerda, presumably.
It was smooth on the tongue and down the throat, with a heavy floral perfume to it.
"Oh, that's nice!" exclaimed Bae. He reached over to the bottle and poured out some more, only ever filling up half the glass. "That's really good."
Aran nodded as he held out his empty glass for a refill. "We really should save some for later," he said. "Between the three of us, there's not much to go around. Maybe save some for dinner."
"oh, we could get a curry!" suggested Bae.
And Gerda knew what that meant: yet another chapter in the Spice Race between the Chilli War rivals, Gerda and Bae. No one quite knew how it started, but it meant a constantly escalating contest to see who could tolerate the most spice. So, of course they were going to get an Indian takeaway delivered, and Bae and Gerda were obviously going to go for the spiciest thing on the menu.
"You think there's any place that does a phall?" continued Bae, as he pulled out his phone.
Gerda hoped not. Apparently, the phall had been concocted in Birmingham's curry houses as part of a dare, which was thematically fitting. Proving her mettle against Jamaican chops against Bae's Korean resilience to chill was one thing, but eating a phall was quite another.
"Oh, this place does one!" exclaimed Bae, as he scrolled through his food ordering app.
Fucking great, thought Gerda, it was on.
Nothing remained save for the tin foil containers and small puddles of greasy oil that the naan hadn't quite managed to soak up. An army of the containers lay littered the dining room table and the coffee table. There were possibly too many for three people, but as Aran vacillated over his choice--he was a wimp compared to them--they'd all gotten gradually hungrier and hungrier, until they'd ordered enough for nine people.
Gerda's throat and chest were aflame with heat. Perhaps the phall had been a bad idea after all. She was sweating something fierce, though not as bad as Bae, who shone with a wet layer across his entire face. Her face itched around above her upper lip, below her lower lip and chin, as if she'd smeared the inhumanly fiery curry all around her mouth.
"I can't believe we finished that all off!" exclaimed Aran, as he took off his Santa hat. Even though he didn't touch the phall, he looked as if he'd just eaten a Carolina Reaper. "Geez, it's a bit stuffy in here, isn't it?" he gasped, as he took off the cloak as well.
The heat in Gerda had spread to her shoulders and now she felt her hips and groin aflame. Something was wrong. How the Hell did the curry get down there so fast and wouldn't her intestines feel as if they were on fire?
Bae didn't say a word. He shivered in his seat, his eyes barely focusing in front of him. His hands gripped the table tightly until the knuckles had turned white.
"B-Bae, you alright there?" asked Aran.
Gerda rose from her seat and turned the thermostat right down. There was no need for heating. "I'll get something cool from the fridge," she said.
"Y-yeah, that'd be good," sighed Aran. He took off shirt, exposing his bare, sculpted chest to the air.
Bae cried out and shoved himself back away from the table. He tried to take off his shirt, but the chest harness got in the way, and somehow, it didn't occur to him to take it off. Bae shrugged and tugged at his shirt furiously, before finally settling on tearing it off with a loud ripping of fabric.
"Fuck that's hot," said Gerda wide-eyed.
The chair fell over as Bae got up. He fiddled desperately with his jeans, but somehow, his fingers couldn't quite work the button. Then in frustration, he grabbed and tore, the top button popped off and clattered across the floor. Bae tore at the seams, ripping at the seat of his trousers and down the leg seams, then pulled the denim away from his legs.
Gerda placed a hand over her mouth in shock. She noticed that Bae was rock hard underneath his underwear, the red cotton outlining an erection that ran just underneath the waistband to his hip. And that was when she noticed the hair above her upper lip. "What the fuck?" exclaimed Gerda, before grabbing her phone and putting it on selfie mode to see what was going on.
A small line of black hair had grown on her upper lip and a trail of hair led down to a patch of black fuzz on his chin. Gerda had to admit that he looked better with facial hair on their face. In fact, he had never liked the way looked more. Was that all he'd needed to do to finally like himself; to grow some facial hair? He also liked the way the hair on his head grown out; it had matted naturally to form dreadlocks that dangled to his ears, which grew longer and more pointed the more Gerda looked.
And then it clicked with him. That was why Gyft hadn't included the elf ears with his costume. Why give him fake ears when he would become an elf?
Did that mean...? He looked to Aran and Bae. "Fuuuuuuck," he drawled out, his voice deepening midway through the elongated syllable.
The two were kissing each other, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Bae leaned down to kiss Aran, which seemed strange, because Gerda was sure Aran been the tallest amongst them. The Korean also seemed more buff than he had a moment ago, as if the act of tearing his clothes off had been enough exercise to build up his pecs and biceps.
Gerda looked to Bae's chest. What once had been smooth mere moments earlier, was now covered in a thick patch of black hair. He watched as Aran traced a finger through Bae's chest hair, oblivious, or perhaps even relishing, the changes in Bae's body. The hair, which was short and densely packed, almost like fur, spread across Bae's pecs and down his abs to meet the trail of hair that led tantalisingly down below the band of his red briefs.
Aran flashed Gerda a look, before he slipped his hand underneath the band of Bae's underwear to firmly grip their flatmate's erection. He tilted his head. "Come join us," he added, in case his physical gesture hadn't been clear.
Gerda took his shirt off. The tightness around his chest had long since disappeared, and upon exposing his upper body to the cooling air in the room, he saw exactly why. He had never liked the size of his breasts, but now, he couldn't really say he had any. They were gone. Gerda raised his hands tentatively, pressing them against the pectorals; yes, they were definitely pectorals, firm with only a little give. He liked this. It felt right, so right, like the gradual tensing in his panties.
He bit his lip, as he slid his hands down his dark skin, down his flat abdomen and then slowly undid his trousers. Did he dare to hope? Gerda knew what he wanted to see now; after seeing the facial hair and his flat chest, Gerda knew exactly why he had once disliked his body shape.
His hips had narrower than they had been, which should have meant his grey panties settled less tightly, were it not for his erection stretching the fabric out. Gerda pulled them down to expose his hard black cock to the air.
"Nice," said Aran.
Gerda nodded in response, as he stepped out of his trousers and panties and padded over to the two now very furry men. "Is it... uh...?"
"It's a decent size," replied Aran.
"You're as big as I am," grunted Bae, as Aran played with the tip of his dick.
Aran chuckled. "Not anymore, I don't think," he replied. He pulled down Bae's briefs. "You're about a foot long, man."
"Fuck that's big," gasped Gerda, as he eyed Bae's erection.
It was long, thinner than Gerda's, but not by much, and drooled a clear liquid that Aran's stroking hand had spread all over the pink skin until it glistened. It got thicker the closer you got to the base, until it disappeared into a white fuzzy sheath of the same soft downy fur as his pubic hair. Gerda ran his fingers through it and commented, "Fuck, that's soft." He looked up and saw Bae's chest hair had turned white, his very outline going fuzzy as hair grew over his shoulders and arms. Bae's ears had also elongated, much like his own, but he had a feeling they would soon be covered in soft fur.
Bae knelt down. He reached up and prised Gerda's new foreskin back to reveal the darker skin of the glans. "Yours is pretty cute," he said, before he extended a warm pick tongue to lick the tip, eliciting a groan from the newly minted male. "You like that, Gerda?"
"Should we be calling you Gerda now?" asked Aran.
No, probably not, Gerda considered. He hated it, but his late mother had named him that after the main character from her favourite childhood story. There was no way he could be so ungrateful as to ditch it entirely. "I don't want to think about that right now," he protested with a groan. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the warmth of Bae's mouth around his dick, the way the tongue swirled across the glans and lapped at the slit. He watched Bae's head bob on his dark length, slowly sliding more of it into his mouth with every downward thrust.
Aran rested a hand on the elf's shoulder, as he moved behind him. "You look so sexy right now, little buddy," he whispered into the elf's ears, before he captured the tip of one and nibbled on it gently, sliding the hand off the ebony shoulder to pinch a nipple.
"Oh, Aran, fuck!" gasped the elf, just as Bae lips touched his groin. He rested his hands on his flatmate's head. "W-what the fuck?" he exclaimed. His fingers felt two raised bumps on the scalp. He glanced down and noticed two velvety nubs had risen up from Bae's now grey head. "Oh right, your antlers."
The nubs had elongated and felt fuzzy in his grip. As Bae sucked and licked Gerda's length, they grew out into velveteen-covered growths that rose up and then started to branch. It was weird watching the antlers grow so quickly, like he was watching a time-lapse footage, but not as weird as seeing Bae's face stretch out, fur growing along the length of his newly formed muzzle.
A gasp escaped the elf's lips, as he felt something wet and sticky stroke along his perineum, push past his balls. "Fucking Hell, Aran, you're massive!" he exclaimed, as he reached behind him with one arm to grasp flatmate's head. Fingers sunk into soft wool where he expected skin to be, then trailed down a muscular muzzle that ended in a slightly wet, leathery nose.
"I'd say size doesn't matter, but that'd just make me sound pretentious," commented Aran, as he snuffled along the elf's neck.
The elf formerly known as Gerda craned his neck to try and get a good look into what Aran had become. He'd thought he'd be a Santa, but the length of Aran's dick suggested something else. Another reindeer? No, he spotted black ribbed horns on the top of his flatmate's head. "Yule goat," he said. He remembered the stories of the Joulupukki from his maternal grandmother, how the yule goat character in Finland had become more like Santa Claus in the modern day.
His cock suddenly felt cooler than it did. The elf turned to see what was going on. Bae had pulled off and had started licking the tip of Aran's cock. He had finished his change completely and was now a grey reindeer, albeit with human forward-facing eyes and a higher sweep of the cranium.
"You know, Bae, I think you should show our little buddy here what you're really capable of."
Bae hummed in response, before he got to his hooved feet. He smiled, a surprisingly human smile on a reindeer face. "You're going to love this one," he said, before he spun round and got back down on all fours, presenting his furred rear and its white heart-shaped pattern of fur to the two of them.
"Go on, G--" began Aran. "You know, we really should call you something else."
As the elf looked at Bae's rear end, he thought of his mother's favourite story. There had been a reindeer called Bae in that one as well. "Kai," he said, naming the other main lead aloud. "The other character from my mother's favourite story was called Kai."
"Well, then, Kai, you want to ride the sexy reindeer?" asked Bae with a wiggle of his butt.
The elf, Kai, smiled, as he knelt down behind his formerly human flatmate. "Yes," he replied. "I fucking want to ride the fucking reindeer." He grabbed his black cock firmly in his hand and brushed the glans against the soft white fur of Bae's rear. A shudder ran through his body; it felt just as nice as he initially thought.
"Here, let me help you with that, Kai," whispered Aran to him from behind, his hot breath in the elf's ear. He then reached down and grabbed the black cock with a leathery palm slick with own precum. "Coat your fingers with a little and try to prise Bae open with them."
Kai nodded. There was so much on his dick that it took only a few passes before his fingers were slick. He turned his attention to Bae, who waited there, leaf-shaped tail wiggling in anticipation. His fingers slid in with a satisfied groan from the reindeer. That had been much easier than he thought it would be, and it encouraged him to push deeper. He finger fucked the reindeer, spreading his fingers wide to stretch Bae's ring.
"Won't take long," said Aran. "He's used to this by now."
Yeah, Kai figured as much. He pulled the fingers out, then pressed his slick tip against Bae's sphincter.
It was Bae who made the first move. The reindeer pushed back, pressing his sphincter over the mushroom-capped head of Kai's dick. He groaned again, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Shit, Aran, I think he's a bit thicker than you," he gasped.
"Oh, is that so?" asked Aran, as he gripped his elven flatmate's hips. He pulled those hips back, sliding the black cock out of the reindeer, before he gently pushed Kai's now masculine hips forwards until more of that dick slid into that reindeer arse. "And does it feel good, Bae?"
"Damn right, it does!"
And the elf had never felt anything like this before, which--considering he'd had female genitalia not too long ago--was a given. Bae was so tight and warm. He loved the way the reindeer's sphincter spasmed around his cock, especially the way it massaged the bottom ridge of his glans. "Oh fuck, this is good!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah," grunted Bae in agreement as he rocked back and forth on the Kai's dick, his bells finally jingling with every muffled thwap of his furred butt against skin.
"I'm going to let you do your own thing now," Aran told the elf, "because I'd like a little bit of action myself." He pulled his hips back, then thrust forward, his slick cock sliding up between his elven flatmate's butt cheeks, leaking precum all over. "That is, if you don't mind, Kai?" He thrust his hips a few more times, fucking his cock up his new boyfriend's cleft.
"I'd be fucking disappointed if you didn't," responded Kai.
"You've gained such a potty mouth, little buddy," said Aran. "Let's see"--he angled his slick dick and pressed the tip right up against the elf's pucker--"if we can do something about that." He grunted as he pushed past his friend's ring. "Wow, you're much tighter than Bae!"
Having a cock inside him felt weird. Kai's arse had never been stretched this way before. "Oh fuck, Aran," he grunted, as he stopped thrusting to get used to the weird sensation of having something warm and pulsing inside him. He gasped as he felt the dick slide out slowly, and then push ever so gently back in, then out, then back in far more forcefully than before.
"Oh, fuck!" cried out Kai as that thrust struck something deep within him and forced him deeper into Bae, getting a deep groan out of the reindeer. "What the...? Oh, fuck, that's good!"
Aran grinned. He'd never struck the prostrate so quickly before, but then again, he'd never been about ten inches long before. "Yeah, you like that, Kai?" he asked, as he pulled out sensuously slowly. "You like this?" He thrust again.
"Ah, yes!" the elf cried out. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
"That feeling, Kai," he said with another thrust against the elf's prostate, "is me hitting a carnal voyage of self-discovery." He pressed his muzzle against his flatmate's dark-skinned ear and whispered, "It'll feel ecstatic when you press back against me the way Bae does with you."
Kai did just that, letting loose a litany of curse words with each sawing stroke of Aran's dick inside him. Every thrust back became more eager as his grip on Bae's furry rump tightened. He loved how soft the reindeer's fur felt against his skin, the thud of his hips against the rear. Kai loved the way Bae groaned and grunted with every thrust. He reached round and stroked Bae's slimy dick.
"Oh, Kai!" groaned Bae. "Yeah, stroke that dick."
It was a long length and Kai couldn't quite get the right rhythm at first. Not that it seemed to matter. Bae's thrusts got more insist, the rear slapping into him hard enough that if it hadn't been padded with fur, would have severely bruised his balls. He gripped tighter on the reindeer cock, stroking hard.
Bae cried out. "Ah, Kai, not so tight!" he called out. "Not so... I'm going to...!" He bellowed loudly and came, painting the thankfully wooden floor white with his ejaculation.
"Oh shit, Aran, Bae!" gasped Kai, as Bae's sphincter clamped down tightly on him. He cried out as his body started to shudder, then with one huge shout, he spasmed and came deep into his reindeer flatmate, his muscles clenching tight on Aran.
The yule goat grunted with teeth clenched. He came deep into the elf, rope after rope of cum coating his flatmate's insides. Aran normally had far more staying power than that, but the excitement of having a longer cock and a new lover must have been too much for him.
Kai gasped. "Oh, wow," he said. "That was... that was amazing."
Aran chuckled, as he pulled himself free from the black elf. He looked down and watched in amazement as a trickle of cum oozed out of Kai's hole and down the elf's black balls. "That's a big load," he mused, as he prodded his erection with a few fingers. "Bae, you still hard there, buddy?"
"Y-yeah," replied the reindeer.
"So am I," said Aran. He laid a hand heavily on Kai's shoulders. "You up for another round?"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" cried Kai, as he bounced on Aran's lap.
Bae tore his gaze away from the Gyft app for a moment to watch. His semi-hard cock twitched at the thought that his own cum was lubricating Kai's second ride on Aran's dick. He was rather impressed that Aran could go again, having unloaded in both his and Kai's arses, but then again, perhaps that came with the territory of being a--what was it again? He looked back down at his phone to check.
Joulupukki, the Gyft app said. The Santa in their group doubled as a Joulupukki and could do triple duty as a Krampus.
His dick twitched again at the thought of Aran taking a switch to his butt like a naughty little boy.
No, he deliberately chose to sit out of this, so he could see what the company had to say about their transformation.
Apparently, a lot.
It would take some getting used to, but they could transform at will, given sufficient nutrient mass. That'd help for when they couldn't be on the job and had to go back to their university courses.
He looked to Aran and Kai, as they rutted.
Perhaps, Bae reasoned, there was still plenty of time to figure that all out.