It’s Christmas Eve. Their home’s a gym, bodies perfected, minds rewritten. Ben flexes. Bruce obeys. Postures™ delivered exactly what it promised. Merry MASCmas.

More Postures™ gear arrives, now tailored to archetypes. Ben turns into a cocky alpha bro, Bruce into a drawling workman. They try to resist, but the clothes punish them.

A sociology prof and his exec husband try on free shorts from a new menswear brand. Within minutes, they’re grunting, manspreading, and losing control of their posture.

Ben waits up for Saint Nick every Christmas Eve, but this year, someone new comes down his chimney.

With a little magic (and some brainwashing), Steve transforms into a shiny PVC-clad, six-foot-tall elf ready to spread holiday cheer. As Christmas Eve nears, Santa’s motives blur, and Steve must navigate the chaos of the North Pole while grappling with what’s left of his old identity. Will he survive candy cane sorting, reindeer wrangling, and Santa’s relentless cheer?

When Santa’s Chief Elf quits days before Christmas, his mild-mannered boyfriend, Steve—a middle-aged accountant—gets an unexpected promotion.

Erik never expected his hypnotist boyfriend would turn his widowed dad into a leather-clad, camera-ready trophy pig right in the middle of the living room.

Ted isn’t a man anymore. He’s a Christmas tree. Kept glossy, rigid, and silent, he sweats and trembles while his Masters sip whiskey and decorate him.

On Christmas morning, Brendan gives Logan the greatest gift of all: his true calling. By day’s end, only one thing is certain. There’s no going back.

Brendan is becoming everything Logan ever wanted. But behind the carols and candles, an ill-considered prompt takes hold. Logan may not be in control anymore.

Logan’s devout family and moody husband set Christmas on a collision course for disaster. A mysterious app promises to smooth out the rough edges and overdelivers.

Kevin has always hidden his deepest secret: His belly isn't flesh and blood, but smooth, warm, living rubber. When a promising date with the charming and confident Steve ends back at his penthouse, Kevin finally takes the risk of revealing his truth. But instead of fear or rejection, he’s met with awe, desire, and tenderness. What begins as playful kink deepens into a night of connection, trust, and rubbery adoration.

In a crooked cottage, two fat laborers in flannel share belly rubs and a secret. They were princes once. Now they’re pigs in love.

Tony and Gus sneak kisses and rub bellies. Their love is dumb, horny, and tender. Until the King catches them mid grope.

Tony wakes up in a cramped room above the toolshed. He was a prince once. Now it’s time to learn the ropes with a beefy, sweaty gardener named Gus.

Prince Antony had it all, until his brother the King had him rewritten. Now he’s bald, fat, and forgetting how to think.

Vince steps onto the leather bar patio in full uniform. The crowd erupts. Cameras flash. Chants rise. The man inside the suit begins to disappear.

Barry trades one cage for another: a leather bar’s neon haze. Two strangers unzip his past, thrust by thrust.

The suit fits. The crowd screams. And when Vince finally says the line, something inside him clicks back on. He’s not just playing Vesta. He is Vesta.

No longer eating from a dog bowl, Barry learns to feed himself one obedient bite at a time.