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As with all ultra-wealthy organisations with more money than they knew what to do with, Santa Inc invested a remarkably large sum of money in keeping its employees well fed and well looked after, a perfect example would be the Manoir de L'eau, a pristine and almost shimmering marble structure built into the steep slopes of a (suspiciously artificial) snow-capped volcano.

The management of the Manoir de L'eau promised only the very best Santa Inc could offer its people. Naturally, such a statement indicated the Manoir de L'eau catered to everybody, from the common masses to the elite, and they did just that. The Manoir boasted spa and recreational facilities that rivalled even the mighty Chateau du Soleil. From outdoor hot springs to indoor baths, swimming pools, massages, the Manoir had everything! But the main reason people came here, aside from the incredible views, was the impeccable service and the delicious, hunky staff.

Normally Drake would have spent more time ogling at the tanned, muscular blond hunks who attended to his every whim, but with that dizzyingly gorgeous wall of furry muscle splashing around in his private hot spring, sometimes Drake wondered if the staff saw him as their recreational activity, and not the other way around.

There just had to be a reason he had 14 of the hunkiest, sexiest attendants the Manoir could offer. He didn't buy the 'VIP Client' reasoning either, Factory Boss Steve was a VIP Client too, but he only had 7 attendants. Drake tilted his head a little and adjusted his sunglasses. Rudolf was still wading around the hot spring, trying valiantly to balance a huge beach ball on his glowing red nose.

Drake felt himself smirk. He had been here long enough to know Rudolf calculated every action so as to maximise the effect his body had on just about everybody. What seemed like the reindeer goofing around in the steamy pool was probably another attempt to get one of the attendants to cream their speedos. They had only been here an hour but Drake was quite sure at least three of them had fallen for Rudolf's sexual attacks. At the very least, only three of their orgasms had been audible enough.

The young executive checked out his beefy reindeer stud again. Why was Rudolf being so indirect though? The first casualty had dropped an entire tray of cut fruit when Rudolf 'accidentally' burst his speedo while 'trying' to look sexy for Drake. Maybe the reindeer really was just playing.

Drake let his head roll back onto the warm stones. He loved this little alcove in the mountain, it was cosy and private and the hot spring created a sort of microclimate in here and kept the frigid artic winds out, allowing them to walk around in beach clothing. There was even space for a cocktail bar and a seafood barbeque, the latter having been specially requested to replace the usual massage tables. For a supposed herbivore, Rudolf was especially good with seafood barbeques, something he had apparently picked up in all his years of loyal service.

There was a sudden splash, and a veritable tidal wave appeared out of nowhere, washing Drake's sunglasses off his face.

"God damnit," Drake spluttered, dextrously dodging the beach ball that came plummeting toward him, "Rudolf!"

"Aww, don't be mad Mr Drake," Rudolf purred, swiftly recovering from his accidental tripping and wading his way into Drake's personal space, "I was too distracted, you looked so dashing in..."

There was a pause, followed by an extremely wide grin that stretched from one side of his face to the other.

"Is Mr Drake bathing naked?"

Drake felt the colour rushing into his face, almost reddening it to the colour of the glowing muzzle that was barely an inch from his lips, but his lips twisted into a grin anyway.

"You know how tight those purple speedos are!"

Rudolf visibly shivered, a soft moan slipping through his luscious lips.

"Oohhh! Naughty." he moaned, "You're making me so hard Mr Drake."

"Not as hard as you're making me you stud," Drake volleyed, managing to find one of Rudolf's big hands, "I want to hear you growling like an animal when I fuck you, understand?"

Rudolf was visibly drooling as he felt Drake's monstrous cock hardening underwater, he shuddered occasionally and his eyes were dilated from what looked like sheer hunger.

"Well big guy?"

The big, buff reindeer swallowed, and nodded slowly.

"That's my stud," said Drake, squeezing the reindeer's erect, pink nipples. Rudolf shuddered as shockwaves crashed through his body, his muscles heaving with anticipation, his warm breath melting across Drake's face.

"Fuck me."

***

Factory Boss Steve knew he was pouting. The day was miserable enough without the spicy aroma of barbequed lobster invading his personal hot spring. Drake didn't even like seafood that much, he only liked watching Rudolf working in the buff. Everyone knew Steve was practically a connoisseur when it came to fine cuisine, something Rudolf was especially good at.

Steve grumbled. Why had he been given something like Blitz Bolton? The reindeer couldn't even make a martini the way Steve liked it. Rudolf was probably feeding Drake right now. He could imagine the muscled reindeer tearing off pieces of lobster using only his teeth and delivering them straight to Drake's mouth he wouldn't even need to lift a finger. He wasn't jealous. He just hated people who were so helplessly lazy. Unlike him, Steve knew he had the body of a god, or he would if he could get his abs a little more defined and his ass a little more chiselled. He was on his way there though. Good thing he could devote plenty of his time to the gym, Blitz was at least capable when it came to administrative taskings.

It wasn't for another hour or so till the smell of lobster started to subside. Steve felt himself relaxing, finally that annoying barbeque was over, perhaps now he could enjoy his-

Steve paused, and gave the air another good sniff.

Fuck! Were they grilling scallops with onions and Italian mozzarella?

"That's IT!" Steve roared, accidentally tipping over his side table, sending several thousand dollars worth of alcohol and caviar crashing into the ground. Blitz came from behind a rock instantly, but Steve pulled him aside.

"Were you hiding hind that rock this whole time?" he questioned furiously, consciously aware of the fact his penis had shrunk from being submerged for so long, "And you didn't do anything about that horrid smell interfering with my leisure? What kind of assistant are you supposed to be?"

Blitz didn't automatically reply, good he was finally learning.

"I need to cool off," Steve continued, "When I get back, I want this entire mess cleaned up and replaced with a new set. No alcohol this time, I don't need any more belly fat. Get me some caviar, a selection of cheeses and some apple slices, I want them fresh. After that, get out of my sight. Understood?"

Blitz nodded.

***

"We can help him you know?"

Rudolf paused for a moment, listening to the sound of Steve showering in the locker rooms, they had heard everything from in here. Steve wasn't exactly soft spoken. There was no one else in here besides them, and the Factory Boss was still oblivious to his presence. The reindeer turned to the wall mirror, casting a questioning glance at the hulking, rippling green musclebeast that stood inside.

He was actually mimicking Rudolf this time, even down to the tray of barbequed lobsters and scallops that Rudolf was bringing to the front desk. Though... maybe those black poser trunks were several sizes bigger than Rudolf's own, still too small for him though, they looked like they were going to explode.

"I just need a little more fuel," continued the Hulk, articulating with his tongue, "My work is nearly complete. You already feel the changes don't cha?"

Rudolf knew what the Hulk meant. He was getting bigger. His cock alone and grown by half an inch and his muscles were bigger and harder than he had ever been. He was turning Drake on more than ever now, even if the human didn't realise his muscular reindeer was getting bigger.

The Hulk snickered, a deep, masculine sound.

"The next time you let me free, I'm going to alter your balls forever. They'll be your power factories! They'll store all the nuclear fuel needed to keep you nice and green and big, and they'll keep it flowing through your system. No more cumming yourself small unless you want to. Can't see why you would want that though."

For effect, the Hulk raised an arm, kissing 30 fucking inches of bicep that flexed against his face before continuing.

"You'll be able to control your balls; at least I hope I'll be able to. Your balls will be producing buckets and buckets of high grade cum by default," the Hulk grinned, showing off a set of perfect pearly whites, "You won't be able to cum yourself dry, so don't try unless you're willing to make a huge fucking mess."

All this talk about cum was making him so hard, but the Hulk waved himself back into Rudolf's attention.

"You'll even be able to produce more nuclear juice. Not enough for any permanent growth, but enough for emergencies. You watched the movies, think of the Hulk when he gets really... really horny."

The Hulk paused abruptly.

"Whoops, I meant when he gets really ANGRY!"

Rudolf knew he was breathing really hard by now. To produce normal cum and keeping all the fuel in his bulging muscles! The possibilities! Just thinking about what he could do with a perpetual Hulk-mode was causing his head to hurt.

There was a soft knocking, and Rudolf felt the world forming back around him, the Hulk had tapped his side of the mirror lightly to catch his attention.

"You'll be able to shift between us both by the way, at will. It'll be me if you unleash the nuclear juice into your muscles. If you keep everything stored up, it'll be you, with heavier than usual balls."

"But if I were you, I'd be me. You've had so much fun with dear Drake haven't you? I haven't even met him yet," he was starting to drool against the mirror, "Each time he bangs you I feel his monster cock tearing me apart. I fucking want him in me. He doesn't even use his full strength against you. Think about it, if you were me, we could take all of him. My muscles will get him so fucking hard he'd pump you so full of cum you'd feel his warmth for days!"

"That's all I'm going to tell you by the way," sneered the Hulk, his face grinning wickedly, "there's so much waiting for you. All you have to do is set me free again."

Rudolf had placed the plate of seafood down, his limbs shuddering from excitement. His cock was rock hard from what he had just heard and spewing copious amounts of precum into his black posers. His mind was reeling again from the possibilities, the both of them wanted Drake more than humans wanted money and power. And he deep down, they both knew Drake would choose him over everything else.

The Hulk was grinning broadly still.

***

Drake loved the Manoir de L'eau. It was just so relaxing here. With the warm pools and steamy air and a nice hulking slab of muscle to keep you company. This was the life. Drake knew he had fallen asleep while waiting for Rudolf to come back. That hunky wall of meat had gone to deliver a feasts worth of seafood to the front desk, such a generous, thoughtful, sexy stud. Drake was having another one of his horny dreams again. Rudolf had come back all sweaty and heaving and hard.

Before Drake knew it, his dream had skipped the standard foreplay and thrown him straight into the action. Rudolf had pinned him against the hard mountain rock, growling and snarling as his eyes turned green, glowing green. Gosh it had been so vivid. Drake had his hands all over the swelling, growing muscle beast. There was just simply too much muscle growing everywhere for his brain to comprehend.

Drake had wrapped himself around Rudolf's gargantuan biceps, squealing and moaning as those arms bulged and bulged with each mighty flex.

"You like that don't you Mr Drake," Rudolf had growled, his manly voice deepening with each delicious word, "My guns are hulking out with each flex. Just look at those peaks of muscle bulging out like mountains over my arms. They're gonna hit 30 fucking inches soon Mr Drake, look at those veins throbbing over the surface like angry snakes, they're feeding my muscles with power, making me stronger, harder, bigger, and just for you. Don't kiss them yet... no... I don't want you to pass out."

And then his dream had shifted him onto the ground behind the growling, heaving hulk. That was where Drake found himself lost in the dizzyingly spectacular sight of Rudolf's rippling bubble butt morphing into a bulging mass of striated muscles that writhed and rippled like a sea of cables. Drake almost felt his face slamming onto them like a paperclip caught in a magnetic field. He had bitten them, taking pleasure into sinking his teeth into Rudolf's ass, causing the reindeer to roar in delight. Drake had barely registered Rudolf nearly falling over, both from him biting his butt and from the massive mountains of ripped muscle bulging out from his legs.

Some point in time Drake had managed to wrap his limbs around one of said legs, his cock harder than ever as he felt the ginormous, overdeveloped, teardrop shaped muscles exploding from those quads like freaky mountains. It was almost enough to get him to release Rudolf's shredded ass, almost. Those glutes were simply too delicious. There were plenty of bite marks by the time his dream shifted, they kept swelling so much Drake had to readjust his mouth, never failing to rape as much of it with his tongue as he could.

Then, Drake's favourite part finally started.

There he was, straddling the base of the Hulk's monstrous cock, his legs held wide by the Hulk's gigantic testes. That thing was fucking massive. He was practically pressed against Rudolf's mega torso with a cock that was 3 fucking feet long and thicker than his thighs. Hell that thing was so big it was oozing cum onto his head. Damn. DAMN! The control Rudolf had was absolutely maddening! He could sustain a cock flex so powerful Drake knew he felt like he was stuck between a rock and a harder place.

He was salivating like a dog, his face buried between Rudolf's swelling green pecs. There was so much muscle mass bulging on either side of his face he could feel his ears burning up from the heat they emanated alone. Rudolf's growing, swelling muscles were pulling his hands further and further apart. He could not get his hands around in a proper hug to start with, but to feel them actually being pulled away! Fuck!

Drake swore. Fuck he was so fucking hard! His cock was wedged between Rudolf's chiselled abs. 8 solid bricks of pure muscle were flexing and crunching uncontrollably against his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He didn't count the number of times he had jizzed from just enjoying Rudolf's growth. Hell he didn't think he remembered how to count anymore.

It was around the realisation that Rudolf was so fucking hot as to addle his brain did his dream shift again. Not so much this time, Rudolf had simply guided his head away from that furry muscle cleavage to his swollen nipples. Drake remembered swearing at the sight of those things. What used to be perky and pink were now dark green and solid, like a rock hard erection. Thick veins were throbbing outwards from the dark green areolas, pulsing and throbbing monstrously. But Drake's brain didn't have any spare capacity to register those.

Suddenly his entire world consisted of those inch long nips. Drake felt his lips burning with pleasure as he twisted his mouth around one, his long tongue flicking across the hard teat. Rudolf had roared so loud the ground probably shook. A thick, salty liquid was oozing from his nipples, causing his chest muscles to hulk out with renewed vigour. Drake had simply doubled his efforts, biting and licking and sucking those nipples as Rudolf's pecs rose even higher, his big hands even coming down to argument the support his monster cock was giving Drake.

"Drake," Rudolf had growled, sounding like a lion in heat, "You are making me so muscular. I can feel my pecs throbbing with unimaginable strength. I have more for you, and just for you. Release me, you must feel this."

Drake didn't hear any of that though, and Rudolf had realised. A great deal of force was subsequently applied to detach him from those delicious green nipples. And Drake soon found himself nestled between the Hulk's bulging pecs, the canyon between them was so deep it could probably block out the sun.

And then Drake had felt it, a new addition to his Rudolf-Hulk dream. What started out as tingling sensations teasing his face and body soon turned into sweaty, musky pubic fur bursting from between Rudolf's pecs and abs. Drake had squealed with excitement, throwing himself into dense hairs that were spreading across his chest, running a sweaty treasure trail down the reindeer's godly abdominals to the base of his hulking cock.

Rudolf was there, purring and cooing and growling with his bestial voice, pushing Drake closer and closer to the edge. Again, Drake heard none of it, enthralled by the feeling of pubic fur fluffing out underneath him, spreading down and around those swollen testes and back to Rudolf's asscrack.

It had all been too much, Drake had cursed as the dream reached its usual climax. The bulging green muscle beast, so gargantuan, so fucking hung, so monstrously overdeveloped and so green like his namesake, still retained that adorable glowing red nose/muzzle. The Hulk had pulled Drake off his delicious body and effortlessly lifted 128lbs to his face.

Rudolf's eyes glowed a vivid green. His antlers resembled a vast crown. Striated muscles were even visible across his face, giving his gruff, beasty visage an edgy tinge. It was hotter than Drake had ever remembered dreaming before. They had come in close then, Rudolf's intense musk sweeping him off his feet.

Those red hot lips were sizzling, spicy against his smaller lips. Rudolf's huge tongue invaded his face, twisting and coiling and teasing Drake to his wits end.

They kissed for hours. Giant cocks hard and spurting against each other. Drake had his hands in Hulkdolfs dirty blond hair, securing the reindeer's lips against his own, refusing to let him escape. Rudolf simply caressed the smaller human, unaffected by Drake's entire bodyweight draped across his humongous, muscular body.

Drake never wanted this to end, and felt a twinge of annoyance amongst his uncontrolled lust as fatigue began to set in. It wasn't real fatigue of course, simply his brain giving him a sign that the dream was going to end soon. Drake broke the kiss, and was rewarded with a disappointed look from a dazed and drooling reindeer Hulk.

Sure enough, as with all dreams, this one refused to end the way Drake intended. Sheer exhaustion struck him dead on, draining him of his sexual energy. The young executive felt his head landing against the chiselled surface that was Rudolf's left pec. This was probably a hot stone next to the hot spring. The heat was probably translated into the hot throbbing veins that were pulsating across the muscular landscape.

"Is Mr Drake done already?" Rudolf called from below his meaty chest, his deep voice sounding distant, far away.

"No..." Drake groaned, feeling sleep taking him again, he was probably going to wake up soon, "I don't wanna wake up!"

And then he felt his body switching off, his head resting against those warm muscles. Man it was warm, he must have fallen asleep in the hot spring again. Drake made a mental note to screw Rudolf senseless when he got back. This dream had been especially-

"You were asleep?"

Drake's eyes snapped open, this wasn't a dream?!