Jeff stared at all the options and was having a bit of a hard time deciding. However, as he looked over to see his dad sleeping on the sofa with some beer cans scattered around him and a football game that he clearly wasn't watching, he figured that he'd had his first choice. He'd always hated how much dad had pretty much given up after mom had left. The depression only seemed to worsen as he continued to drink. Jeff just wanted things to be back to how they were.
When he was younger his dad would always dress up around this time of year as Santa. Of course, as a child, Jeff didn't fully understand what was going on. Now that he was in his 20's, he longed for those simpler times. He looked over the Chronivac settings before finally deciding on what to do. 'Mike looks, dresses, thinks and acts like he's Santa Claus.' Jeff typed into the computer and made sure to put a timer on the transformation to end on the 26th. That was still over a week away so he figured he could still fix it later if need be.
Jeff also made it so his dad wouldn't realize anything had changed. He mostly just wanted to enjoy some time with his dad like they had when he was still a kid. Jeff hit enter, watched the progress bar fill up and looked back over at his dad. Already Jeff could see some changes happening to his father. Being in his late forties there had already been some grey forming in his hair. However, the grey was rapidly starting to take over. Whatever brown he had been fighting to keep had blanched itself into a perfect sheen of white.
The white continued into his scraggily beard. What had been messy unkempt hair had trimmed itself around his chubby face. The changes continued downwards as Mike's body began to change. Hints of his former football stud days were starting to show back up in his broad shoulders and thick arms. Biceps and triceps were growing more defined as he continued to grow. Despite all the muscle on him, there was still plenty of soft fat that coated his chest and belly.
Mike's massive hands scratched at the growing belly. What had always been there and sagged was now tightening into a large ball gut. No longer did he look poorly kempt, but rather a thick sturdy belly that displayed a strange welcoming power that even Jeff was feeling as though he wanted to sit on. He fought off the urge as he watched his fathers stained grey sweat pants turn into a bright red. Soft white fur coated the waist band along with the bottom of each of his legs.
"Ho? Ho. Ho!" Mike woke up with a bit of a start. He looked around a bit confused for a second. He clearly wasn't known for being lazy, especially around the holidays.
Jeff smirked as he watched his father look around. "Something wrong dad?"
"Not at all my boy!" Mike spoke with a confident jolly cadence. It was both welcoming and powerful. He stood up, somehow towering even more than he had. The average sized man was now easily closing in on seven feet tall and dwarfed Jeff completely. "I'm just confused why I'm here when I should be out spreading some holiday cheer!" Jeff gave him a curious look. "What's the matter?" Mike returned the question back to his son.
"N-nothing!" Jeff tried his best to look away from the man. The sweet smell of ginger bread and sugar filled his nose. Even being in the same room as Mike, Jeff could feel a strange cheer surround him. "But what should we do?"
"Hand out presents of course," Mike laughed with his belly. "What else?"
Jeff laughed right along with him. "O-okay!"
"Good," Mike's massive hand rested gently on Jeff's shoulder. "Now you be a good boy and go get your coat and I'll get everything else ready."
Without thinking Jeff agreed and rushed off to his room to get his coat. He didn't notice as Mike turned to the computer that Jeff had been using. After all, Mike now always knew if his son was being naughty or nice. Even if he knew he was Santa, he also knew this program had changed something as well. "Now," Mike began typing. "Let's get some presents." He quickly typed into the machine, 'I have a big bag of presents that I can hand out to naughty or nice people. They will be overwhelmingly compelled to use it and it will change them accordingly.' Then made the whole world unaware.
Mike smiled as he saw a large bag of gifts appear next to the front door. The bright red sack was impossible to miss. "Ready?" Jeff came back out with his coat on.
"Almost," Mike smiled as he pulled a gift out for his son. "For you."