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An Office Christmas Party

Marie silently prayed to herself, hoping the ring on her finger would work. She still did not understand how it was supposed to help her exactly, but she was desperate.

The encounter with the sexy little elves had been strange enough, but Nick, a man who looked like Santa Claus had retired and preferred drinking cognac by the fire while reading in his study, told her he had the perfect solution to her problem.

That problem was attracting the eye of her company’s most eligible bachelor, Vince LaMott. The man was both handsome and wealthy. He had been serving as an executive vice president, but it had just been announced that he was leaving the company for an even bigger role at another firm in town. If Marie was going to catch her dream man, the office Christmas party seemed the only chance she had left.

Nick had sold her the ring for a song. It was normally not something she would have purchased for herself, but even if it did not work for her, she figured she could sell it for more than she paid and make a little money from the whole deal.

The ring was purported to have magical properties that make the wearer appear to be the ideal mate of the wearer’s target. For Marie, that meant she would look like Vince LaMott’s ideal woman.

However, Nick warned Marie that if she wore the ring for longer than about five hours, he could not be sure on the exact time, she would become Vince LaMott’s dream woman in every way. She would not just appear to be that woman, but she really would be.

The thought of becoming Vince LaMott’s dream woman left Marie torn. As his dream woman, she would easily catch his eye and probably be able to hold it. However, not knowing his preferences in women, she was a little afraid of what she might become. Would she still be herself? Marie was more hoping to get a date out of the man of her dreams and then hope he liked her enough to keep going. She did not want to lose herself just because she had a crush on someone.

Marie set the timer on her phone to countdown from five hours the moment she put on the ring. At that moment, she had been sitting in her car at the home of the company president, mentally preparing herself to go in.

It took a few deep breaths, but Marie found the courage to go inside. She had no idea how Vince LaMott would see her, but she tried to dress as best as she could with a new red dress. It did a good job of hiding the extra weight she had put on in the last year. According to Nick, the ring would only affect how her crush saw her, not everyone else.

Much to Marie’s shock, it did not take long for Vince LaMott to find her. He apparently had a shyness about him that nearly kept him from making a move, but the power of the ring made her too irresistible to not take a shot at.

The other single women at the party were shocked to see Marie suddenly have the attention of the man they all wished they could have. They congregated in the kitchen, gossiping, as Vince and Marie sat together in the living room, next to one of several Christmas trees in the house. Marie could not be happier.

As the party started to wind down, Vince made the bold move of inviting Marie back to his penthouse apartment. In her infatuated state, Marie could not say no. She readily agreed, knowing that even if a relationship did not develop, she would at least have the memories of that night.

Vince drove her, arranging for Marie’s car to be picked up by a service and parked at his building. Again, Marie readily accepted the offer, not wanting to be separated from Vince any longer than she needed to. This was already a dream come true.

It was not long after Vince and Marie settled down in front of the fireplace in his penthouse apartment with a bottle of wine that Marie started to feel strange. Her whole body seemed to ache.

Fearing the worst, Marie immediately took off the ring and then checked her phone. There were only a few minutes left.

“What’s the matter?” Vince asked, sensing the sudden panic in Marie.

Marie quickly excused herself to the bathroom. She needed to be alone. And she needed a mirror.

The moment Marie reached the bathroom and saw her reflection in the mirror, her jaw immediately hit the floor. She could not believe the woman she was looking at was her. To begin with, Marie’s short red hair was now long and very blonde. It reached down to her ass, which meant it had grown nearly two feet in just a few moments. And her green eyes were blue. Between the changes in her hair and eyes, Marie felt like she was looking at the reflection of another person. It could not be her.

Marie’s dress was different too. It was still red, but its cut and style had changed completely. Before, it had been a red equivalent of a little black dress. Now, it was a halter style dress with a plunging neckline that went all the way down to Marie’s navel. The skirt portion fo the dress had shortened and tightened around her hips and ass. The hemline now barely went past the curve of her ass.

“No wonder Vince was into me,” Marie said, her voice coming out higher pitched and a little breathy. “Any guy would have jumped at the chance to sleep with this.”

Marie would have considered why that statement made her feel good, but she became distracted by her growing breasts. She already felt on display in the revealing dress, like she was a Christmas ornament. That analogy only became more fitting as she developed ball like breasts that could barely be contained by the fabric.

The alarm finally sounded from Marie’s phone. It seemed to take her longer to remember how to turn it off than it should have. This vaguely bothered Marie, something about seeming dim and slow, but it was so hard to think when faced with her own sexiness and a growing arousal building inside of her.

As it turned out, Vince LaMott’s dream woman was a bimbo. The magic of Marie’s ring had made Vince believe she was that bimbo, but as the time expired, Marie became that bimbo in reality.

When Marie stepped out of the bathroom, her bubbled ass swaying with each step on her high heels, her tits jiggling with every movement, her hair bouncing around her lust filled face, she had one thing on her mind. She needed to satisfy the growing arousal inside of her.

Marie was a horny bimbo now. She would giggle and nod when Vince spoke, but her biggest reason for existence was to please him and be fucked by him. The magic of the ring had bound them together forever more.

It may not have been the miracle Marie had looked for when she bought the ring from Nick and Magical Christmas Miracles, but she got her wish. She had snagged the most eligible bachelor in the company before he moved on. Only Marie had no idea how much she would change to fit his ideal.

Nonetheless, both Vince and the soon to be Mrs. LaMott were to live happily ever after together. After all, it was a magical Christmas miracle.

Tis the Season

“Hey, Chad, your uncle sent us an Advent calendar,” Trisha told her boyfriend.

“Is it themed?” Chad asked. Both he and Trisha were major nerds, Chad especially, and he always preferred things to have nerdy themes. Why play regular Monopoly when he would play Star Wars Monopoly?

“Um, I don’t know. There’s no obvious theme, but you never know.”

Chad grunted, showing his disapproval. It would have been interesting to him if the calendar had a theme, but if it were just a generic Christmas calendar, he did not see a reason to be interested in it.

“I like it, so I’m going to use it,” Trisha announced. Then she stopped and stood there pensively. “Isn’t your uncle the one who always seems to have some hot Barbie girl on his arm at events?”

“Yeah, why?” Chad responded. He was too engrossed in his video game to pay Trisha his full attention.

“No reason.”

Trisha took the calendar and saw the first door was to be opened on December 2. That was only a couple days away. She could not wait to see what was behind the first door.

When December 1 rolled around, Trisha woke up next to Chad and immediately grabbed the calendar off her bed stand. “Chad, wake up,” she said. “I want to open the first day on this thing with you.”

Chad groggily opened his eyes. It took him a moment to register what Trisha was talking about. “Oh, um, yeah, okay,” Chad muttered, barely conscious.

Trisha made a big show of opening the little door on the calendar. However, the moment she got a look inside the first door, she nearly dropped the calendar.

“It’s two people having sex,” Trisha said, her voice laced with disgust. She was about to go into a tirade against Chad’s uncle, but Chad grabbed the calendar from her before she could say anything.

“Silhouettes, but sex is definitely implied,” Chad added. And he was right. The two people were just black shapes, but there was little doubt that it was two people entwined in a moment of passion. “It’s probably just my uncle trying to be funny by sending us a dirty Advent calendar. I’m actually intrigued by what is behind tomorrow’s door.”

“Um, yeah, sure…” Trisha said, drifting off, her thoughts moving away from the calendar and onto the fact she was growing aroused.

Sex between Chad and Trisha was not particularly common. They were both too hung up about their own bodies to want to be seen by the other in an intimate setting. Sexual release was something they often did separately to their own store of porn and other fantasy material.

However, with Chad already so close, Trisha could not help but want the real thing. She wanted Chad.

“Hey, Chad,” Trisha said. “Um, do you think we could, you know, have sex. I’m really horny.”

Chad did not need to answer in words. They were both very much aware of how aroused he was. His cock pushed at the sheets covering him, tenting them.

In the end, Chad and Trisha had sex three times that first day of Advent. They had never had sex more than once in a week before, so it proved to be a major change in their lifestyle. However, both of them, despite never wanting to admit it, enjoyed the new sexual openness they seemed to have and they both looked forward to more frequent couplings.

Both Chad and Trisha were fully awake the following morning when Trisha opened the second door on the Advent calendar. They were both awake, because they were both recovering from morning sex.

“It’s just a dumbbell,” Trisha said, showing the small picture behind the door to Chad. “I was expecting something sexy.”

Chad shrugged his shoulders and climbed out from under the covers. “I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “I might be a little late today. There’s something I need to stop and do on my way home.”

“Okay,” Trisha said, her mind still stuck on the dumbbell. For her, it was the last day of her weekend. She worked three to four 12-hour shifts each week. Her hours came out the same as Chad’s did, but it meant she had longer weekends.

Trisha normally spent her days alone playing video games. And the second day of Advent was no different. However, rather than play her usual style of game, she ended up pulling out an old copy of a fitness game. Trisha had no idea why she was doing it, but she spent the first part of her day working out.

Neither Chad nor Trisha were especially active. Years of a sedentary lifestyle coupled with poor eating habits had left them both overweight and out of shape. Climbing more than one flight of stairs at a time could leave either of them out of breath. That was part of what made Trisha’s decision to work out such a strange one.

By the time Chad got home that evening, Trisha had completed two workouts. She also found time to play some regular video games too, but she had spent far more time working out.

As it turned out, Trisha was not the only one who had been working out. Chad had signed them both up at a gym and had performed his first workout in years.

However, the sudden change in both Chad’s and Trisha’s habits did not seem to bother them. In fact, once they were in each other's presence again, the only thing on their minds was each other.

Each day that followed seemed to have a similar pattern. The Advent calendar continued to reveal workout themed pictures and both Chad and Trisha continued their hard work on their bodies.

Most impressively was the fact their hard work seemed to be paying quick dividends. The pounds were melting off their bodies. For the first time in their lives, they actually felt good about how they looked.

Of course, the trend of frequent sex only continued. In fact, as they became fitter and fitter, the frequency of their bouts only increased as well. The record of three times in one day soon became the bare minimum. For the first time in their lives, Chad and Trisha were not only in love with each other, but in lust with each other too.

As the second week of Advent began, the images behind the doors changed. Gone were the fitness related images and in their place were images depicting a man in charge and a woman following along.

Trisha sat there confused as she looked at the first of the new images. This one showed a man standing and a woman on her knees in front of him.

But as she sat there, an idea formed in her head. Trisha licked her lips at the thought of sucking Chad’s cock. Despite the rapid increase in their sexual escapades, they had not ventured outside the standard missionary position.

“Chad, what would you think if I, maybe, sucked your cock?” Trisha asked. Even a day earlier, she would have announced that she wanted to suck his cock, but now it felt different. Trisha felt as if she needed permission first.

Of course, Chad was no dummy. He gladly accepted his girlfriend sucking his cock. In fact, she could do that while he played video games.

Trisha was a little rocky the first time. She had no experience with such an act, but she was a quick study. As the week progressed, her frequent blowjobs got better and better.

On Chad’s end, while he enjoyed getting the blowjobs, he most enjoyed taking a more dominant role in their relationship. When Trisha wanted something, she asked for it, but when he wanted something, he made a statement.

“Babe, come over here and suck my cock,” he might say while he was busy playing video games. And much to his delight, Trisha would drop whatever she was doing and give him the best blowjob she could.

However, Chad’s dominance was more than just making demands, even though he made plenty of those. In addition to the regular blowjobs, he also spiced things up in the bedroom with new positions. He took charge in other more subtle ways, planning their finances and even ordering for Trisha when they went out to dinner.

From Trisha’s perspective, she enjoyed taking care of Chad’s needs. She loved him, after all, and she wanted him to be successful. At the same time, she also felt a great deal of relief not having to deal with money decisions and she certainly enjoyed the surprise when Chad ordered for her at restaurants.

As the third week of Advent began, the images behind the doors of the Advent calendar once again changed themes. Now the man and woman in each picture were shown as extreme caricatures of real people. The man was muscular and strong, the woman was all curves with large breasts, a tiny waist, and a sizable ass.

Nothing changed in either Chad’s or Trisha’s behaviors throughout the week. It was their bodies that changed.

Chad was slow on the uptake. It was easy to miss his growing musculature. And the first few days’ changes could have been explained by all the work he continued to put in at the gym.

That was not the case for Trisha. She immediately noticed the change in her breasts. That first day with the new image on the Advent Calendar she could tell her breasts were a little bigger. But not only were they bigger, they also seemed rounder, projecting out even more than seemed natural.

As the week wore on, there was no doubt the pair were going through significant bodily changes. However, as they did so, their clothing changed with them. When they went to an ugly sweater Christmas party a friend was hosting, the sweaters they had bought the year before for this party in particular fit as if they had always been their current shapes and sizes.

Chad enjoyed his growing strength immensely. Everything seemed easier, from opening jars to flipping Trisha over on the bed so he could better play with her boobs while he fucked her.

Trisha had far more adapting to do. She felt incredibly clumsy all of a sudden, her large and clearly fake breasts changed the way she saw things. Once she stopped being able to see her feet without bending over, she found herself frequently tripping on things.

Of course, both Chad and Trisha enjoyed the looks they got from members of the opposite sex. Chad saw women look at him and whisper to their friends. He was sure they were talking about his hotness, because there was no doubt he was hot.

Trisha also enjoyed having the eyes of men on her all the time. In fact, she only encouraged it by wearing ever more revealing outfits. Her closet simply seemed to adapt to her changing preferences. Where before she never would have considered showing off her shoulders or her midriff, now it was normal to do both with one outfit.

The final day of Advent was Christmas Eve. Trisha used her now long nails to open the final door on the Advent calendar as she sat beside Chad in bed. She was still breathing heavily, having started by giving him a morning blowjob, but halfway through he decided what he really wanted was to fuck Trisha’s ass. Even thinking back on the animal pleasures she had felt made her want to giggle. She had cum like a freight train and loved every moment of their new lives together. The only question was what the final day held for each of them.

The moment the door opened, Trisha felt funny. She looked at the image behind the door and could not place it. She giggled instead and showed it to Chad.

He too was feeling funny, but for an entirely different reason. All of a sudden he felt a new kind of intelligence enter him. He could read other people, knowing what moves they were going to make as soon as they did. He had been a smart man before, but he had lacked the street smarts to truly get ahead in the world. Now, his intelligence was more complete.

Trisha, on the other hand, felt her intelligence draining from her mind. Her world view suddenly shrunk down until it only revolved around sex, fashion, and Chad. In her mind, nothing else mattered anymore. Not that her mind could handle much more than that anymore either.

“It’s a picture of a brain,” Chad said.

“Oh, yeah, duh,” Trisha said, sounding as dumb as she now was. “My brain is stupid, so that’s why I, like, couldn’t remember what it was. But you don’t care about my dumb brain, do you?”

Chad laughed, enjoying this new version of Trisha beside him. “No, I’m definitely not interested in your brain. Which reminds me. I want to fuck those big tits of yours before we spend Christmas Eve with your parents.”

“Yay,” Trisha exclaimed. She loved it when Chad fucked her. That was the second best part of being his bimbo girlfriend. The best part was how he took such good care of her. He was the best Dom a stupid little bimbo like her could have.

“And don’t forget that we’re stopping by my uncle’s house tomorrow. He wants to see the new us.”

Trisha did not answer, but she very much enjoyed the idea of showing off for Chad’s uncle. After all, if he had not sent them the Advent calendar, they would both still be boring nerds.

A Christmas Miracle

Sabrina knew her marriage was failing. She and Brian had only been married two years, but she could already see the cracks that were quickly becoming gaping holes.

Life with Brian had been amazing to start. They were the picturesque young happy couple. However, somewhere down the line, something went horribly wrong.

Sabrina did not blame Brian for their problems. Nor did she blame herself. Somehow, the spark that created so many wonderful nights together was gone. Sabrina felt like they were more like roommates now instead of lovers.

It was a cold and blustery morning that saw Sabrina walking down the street, window shopping. Christmas season meant the shops were brightly lit with holiday themes. Sabrina could not help but feel melancholy at how the holiday was portrayed. Between the commercialization of the holiday and the pressure to have a perfect holiday experience with Brian, she could barely look at herself in the mirror, knowing it was all a lie.

Sabrina had no intention to actually go in any of the stores. Hers was merely an attempt at punishment for allowing herself to fall into a loveless marriage. She hated herself for her situation and refused to even consider pampering herself by buying anything.

And so Sabrina finding herself in Magical Christmas Miracles happened to be a complete accident. One moment she tripped and the next moment she found herself falling through a doorway into a warm storefront that seemed to sell a little bit of everything.

“Welcome to Magical Christmas Miracles,” came a warm voice from a man who looked not unlike Santa Claus was supposed to look, but wearing slacks and a maroon sweater rather than usual Santa Claus getup. “My name is Nick. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Sabrina was equally parts intrigued by her accidental situation and creeped out by the man who might have set her up.

“Um, hi,” Sabrina said with trepidation. She did not know what to think or say.

“I know you weren’t planning to do any actual shopping today, Sabrina, but I think I have the perfect solution to your problem with your husband. You and Brian should be happy together and I want to make that happen.”

Sabrina stood there dumbfounded. Clearly this man, Nick, knew her somehow. Not only that, he knew of her marriage difficulties, something neither she nor Brian had told anyone else about. They were private people and did not like others, even family, getting involved in their affairs. Not that they had actual affairs. As far as Sabrina knew, they had remained faithful to each other, despite the unhappiness they each felt.

“It’s okay to be skeptical,” Nick said. “I would be in your shoes. But I want you to know that I’m on your side in this. I want you to be happy. That’s why I run this little shop every year. Everyone who needs one deserves a miracle. I think you could use one and what better time to get one than at Christmas, don’t you think?”

Sabrina knew she had been asked a question. She knew she should answer too. However, she found it hard to think. Her senses were overwhelmed by the entirety of her surprise situation. The air was warm and smelled of peppermint and hot cocoa. The room was warmly lit with many of the items for sale on the walls reflecting the lights in unusual ways. And there was a man who seemed to know her intimate details.

Finally words started to bubble out of her mouth. “I never really thought about it before. You think you can save my marriage?”

“You need a miracle and I’ve got them,” Nick said with a chuckle. “I’ve been helping people like you for years and years, moving from city to city, town to town, setting up shop for the Christmas season.”

“What can you do for me?” Sabrina asked, growing curious. “I was beginning to think my marriage was hopeless.”

“There is always hope for the hopeful,” Nick said. His smile was bright enough to light the room. As much as Sabrina felt she should fear him, there was something about him that made her trust him. “And I have just the thing for you. If you’ll please follow me.”

Nick led Sabrina deep into the store. It turned out to be much larger than the small storefront. There were rooms and rooms of wares it seemed. Sabrina tried to figure out how the building was designed to allow such a store configuration, knowing there were other business in the building, some of them taking up a large amount of floor space, however, no matter what ideas she came up with, they never seemed to fit the reality she knew existed on the outside.

“Here we go,” Nick finally said as he stopped in front of a fireplace display. “This will be perfect for Christmas Eve. You sprinkle this powder into the fire and the vapors will fix everything for you and Brian. You will wake up Christmas morning with a perfect marriage.”

“You mean, it’s that simple? How can a miracle be that simple?” Sabrina could not believe what she was hearing. She had been expecting some complicated and convoluted plan to enact her miracle.

“The best miracles often are exactly that simple,” Nick said.

“And you’re just going to give me the powder?”

“Well, not exactly,” Nick said. “It costs money to run the shop. And I’ve already had to furlough my elves, Itsy and Bitsy. I hated to do it, but it’s been a rough season for me, especially with the falling markets. I can give you your miracle for $100.”

Sabrina looked at Nick for a moment as if he was kidding. Only $100? Even if he were a scammer, the mere chance at fixing her marriage was worth such a small cost.

“I’ll take it,” Sabrina exclaimed, pulling out her credit card. “I hope you take plastic.”

“I do indeed.”

It was several days before Sabrina was finally able to put her plan into action. When Christmas Eve arrived, she did exactly what Nick had instructed her to do.

The pair had arrived home from her parents’ house where they had dinner. They were both tired, but Sabrina insisted they spend some time beside the fire.

Once the fire was roaring and once Sabrina sprinkled the miracle powder over the fire, she joined her husband on the couch as they sat together and stared into the fire.

Despite maintaining outward appearances, it was the first somewhat intimate moment the couple had shared in months. Sabrina could feel herself sink into Brian’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. It was a level of comfort she sorely missed.

Eventually the fire burned down and it was time to go to bed, for the Christmas holiday was just getting started.

When Sabrina woke on Christmas morning, she felt like an entirely new person. And as it turned out, she was. Gone was the stressed and unhappy Sabrina. In her place was a bubbly and almost always happy Sabrina who loved life and her husband.

Of course, it was more than just Sabrina’s attitude about life that had changed. Her entire being, body, mind and soul had transformed. Her big breasts, small waist, plump ass, luscious lips and bright smile were a big change from the plain woman that had preceded her.

And to compensate for such physical improvements, Sabrina’s mind needed to be simplified. A simple wife was a happy wife, after all, and the miracle powder had made sure Sabrina would be happy. She had been transformed into the doting bimbo wife that she would be forevermore.

However, Sabrina was not the only one to be transformed. Brian’s alterations may not have been as obvious, but the miracle would not have been complete otherwise. In complementing contrast, Brian became dominant where Sabrina was submissive, he became strong where she was weak, he became hard where she was soft, he became sharp where she was dull.

Brian and Sabrina had become a true pair, not only deeply in love with each other, but in lust as well. One could not exist without the other and they both knew that and cherished that fact.

Climbing out of bed, Sabrina immediately began getting ready for their Christmas morning fun. She let Brian continue to sleep as she carefully dressed and applied makeup, wanting to look picture perfect for the man of her dreams.

When Sabrina finally got down to business giving Brian his morning blowjob, an unknowing first for the new bimbo, she wore a Christmas sweater that struggled to both contain her massive tits and cover her navel. She had added a little red thong and thick knee high socks to complete the outfit. After all, a bimbo needed to stay warm in the winter.

Once both Sabrina and Brian were fully awake, they moved to the living room where they could truly begin their new lives together as a happily married couple. It was a Christmas miracle.

Best Christmas Ever

It was Christmas morning, our first together as a married couple. We had spent Christmas Eve with my parents and we were expected at Danny’s parents for Christmas dinner.

Christmas morning, however, was reserved for just the two of us. It was a quiet affair. I selected the music playlist while Danny started a fire in the fireplace. It was then that we began to exchange gifts.

One of our traditions that we started when we first began dating was giving each other Christmas sweaters. The first year we chose to give each other the ugliest Christmas sweaters that we could find. Since then, we have chosen to give each other nicer sweaters, ones that we could wear to Christmas dinner without drawing looks.

I could tell that Danny had put more effort into this year’s Christmas. He had gotten a big promotion at work recently and he felt the need to celebrate by splurging on fancy wrapping paper and going overboard on gifts for me. The former I could have done without, but the latter was not something I was going to complain about, even if receiving so many gifts did make me feel uncomfortable.

We started by exchanging Christmas sweaters. The rule was we had to wear them for the rest of the day, including at dinner later that night.

Danny had me go first. I had always been neat and tidy when it came to opening presents and this time was no exception. I carefully removed the wrapping to reveal a white clothing box with “MCM” embossed in gold letters on the top.

I will be the first to admit I had no idea what the letters stood for. I imagined they represented the name of the store from which Danny had purchased the sweater, probably an expensive boutique downtown near Danny’s work.

I opened the box to reveal a red sweater with various geometric patterns on it as well as a line of reindeer in white on a black background.

“It’s beautiful,” I said as I started to pull the sweater out of the box. However, once I had the sweater out of the box, I realized it was not the kind of style I normally would have worn.

“Put it on,” Danny said excitedly. He did not even want to wait to open his sweater before I donned it.

“It’s off-the-shoulder,” I said, whining ever so slightly. I had assumed Danny knew my style. I might not be a total prude, but I dressed conservatively. The sweater did not fit my conservative style.

“You’ll look great in it,” Danny said, calming down, but remaining encouraging. Clearly he wanted to see me in it.

“You know I can’t wear a bra with this, right?” I said as I got up to go change. I shook my head all the way to the bedroom.

I couldn’t help but think Danny had screwed up as I stripped down to just my underwear. Once I had the sweater on I would need to choose a new pair of pants to wear.

As soon as I slipped the sweater over my head it seemed like my entire disposition had changed. While before I had been annoyed and almost on the verge of anger, instead I was completely happy.

I giggled as I arranged the sweater around my tits. They had been a great engagement present from Danny. They looked great in my wedding dress and I made it a point to show them off as often as possible. Thankfully, with an off-the-shoulder sweater, there was no way to not highlight the size and roundness of my tits, and the sweater was tight enough to really have to stretch around them.

As much as I enjoyed staring at my body in the sexy sweater Danny got me, I really did need to return to him in the living room so we could continue opening our presents. I wanted to see him in the sweater I got for him. It might not be as sexy as the one he got me, but it was the kind of sweater one would expect a rich executive like him to wear on Christmas Day.

Returning to the living room, I wore the sweater, which in addition to showing off the tits Danny bought for me, it also revealed the little Christmas tree dangling from my belly button. I thought it fit with the spirit of the holiday. I could be as much a decoration as anything else.

I never did put any pants or a skirt on. I figured Danny liked seeing me and my cute bubble butt in an itty bitty thong.

I posed in the doorway to the living room, letting my husband see me in all my Christmas sexiness. Danny wolf whistled when he saw me, making me giggle.

It was kind of funny. I vaguely remembered wanting a career and and to break the glass ceiling when I first met Danny. But it didn’t take me long to realize how silly all that was. I was just a dumb silly girl, a bimbo who needed a strong man like Danny to look after me. In return, I gave myself to him, letting him mold my body and mind into whatever he pleased. And now that he had his big promotion, it meant I could be the trophy wife he deserved.

We spent the rest of the morning opening presents and enjoying brief sexual moments before we retired to the bedroom so that Danny could unwrap me and give me the fucking I so dearly needed.

That night I wore the sweater to dinner as promised. I paired the cropped sweater with a sexy pair of black leggings and high heels that made my ass look amazing. I was definitely underdressed for the occasion, but Danny was happy with my outfit, which was all that mattered to me. He wanted me to be his sexy little wifey and I was happy to play the part. Not that it required any acting. It was who I was.

Returning home that night, Danny kissed me the moment we walked in the door. His lips felt so hot against mine as we explored each others’ mouths with our tongues. The heat that had been building up inside of me all evening while I showed off for his family was finally coming to a head. I was horny as fuck and needed release. Thankfully, Danny would not leave me waiting for long.

“This was the best Christmas ever,” Danny said as he led me to the bedroom. It was a statement I couldn’t help but agree with. It was the best Christmas ever.

Elf on a Shelf

Jace sat in the Santa’s Photo Hut darkroom alone, working away under the red lights. This was not the job he wanted, but it would have to do until he could find something better.

It was strange that the photographer that ran the Santa’s Photo Hut still used film. It meant pictures would not be available until the film was developed. Despite the required wait for families to get their photos with Santa, the place did brisk business. Luckily, Jace was available to work through the night and he was an expert in film photography, preferring that medium to digital in his photographic art.

And thus Jace spent night after night in the darkroom, developing pictures. At the very least, it was a paycheck.

An apparent new addition to the Santa’s Photo Hut was the chance to buy an elf doll, along the lines of the Elf on a Shelf. They sold well, but there had been one elf doll that seemed to have been mistakenly placed in the box.

This elf doll looked like a cross between a Barbie doll and some sort of sex doll. Jace thought it was obscene. In his mind, it was a bastardization of the Christmas spirit. And yet, the doll had a strange appeal, beyond its sexualized nature. Knowing it could not be sold, Jace placed it in the darkroom, to watch over him as he worked.

Jace’s work schedule was such that he rarely saw his boss. He came in after the place closed down and usually left before it opened in the morning. It was just him, working alone each night.

It did not help that Jace largely kept to himself, living a solitary life. He had few friends and he could go weeks without seeing them, especially during the busy holiday season.

It was for those reasons that no one seemed to notice Jace changing throughout his tenure at Santa’s Photo Hut. Unbeknownst to Jace, the elf sex doll, as he like to think of it, was not an ordinary doll. It had the power to change its environment through some unknown magic. It’s purpose was to help make the world a little better.

However, because Jace had placed the doll in such a small room—the darkroom was only big enough for one person to work—the powers of the doll were amplified. It could only affect the people and things within the room and the small size of the room meant everything and everyone was affected on a much larger level.

This was all unknown to Jace. He went to work each day without realizing the doll was affecting him. And he saw no one who could point out the changes to him.

It started with Jace losing some of his masculine stature. His height, once impressive at well over six feet, began to shrink. His strong muscles from lugging around heavy camera equipment for his art, began to atrophy. His body hair too began to thin.

Those changes should have been enough to make him realize something was wrong. His ill-fitting clothes would have been a dead giveaway. However, when he returned each morning to his home, there was still enough lingering magic about his person to cause his clothing to alter to fit his new frame.

By the end of the first week of December, Jace could have passed himself off as a a woman easily enough, had he considered such a thing. He was still a man, but his features no longer made it obvious

The second week of December saw further changes to Jace as he toiled away in the darkroom each night. His hair grew out at a rapid pace, changing in color from brown to blond. Without even thinking about it, he had started to tie his hair up to keep it out of his way. He considered getting his hair cut, but every time he started to think about it, something else would take away his focus.

Jace’s body continued to change through the second week. Most noticeable were his budding breasts. They were not big enough to require a bra yet, but they were getting close. Walking down the street, wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt, everyone seeing Jace would think he was a woman. The only part of him betraying that impression was his cock.

In the third week of December, Jace began to self identify as a woman. Then again, by the end of the week, he had a pussy instead of a cock. It should have been obvious to the now her that something was severely wrong, but Jace, or Jacey as she now went by, seemed oblivious to it. The fact she went to work at the end of the week wearing a skirt and high heels did not even bother her. In fact, it felt natural, as if she had been wearing such clothes all her life.

Jacey was fully a woman as she worked her final few nights at Santa’s Photo Hut. And with each passing night, her body continued to change. Her breasts grew bigger each night, her waist shrunk smaller, and her ass bubbled out as if she had packed a year’s worth of squats into a couple days.

Her clothing changed with her changing body. Gone was anything remotely baggy. Jacey’s clothes were all tight, highlighting her incredible figure. Tight pants, tight skirts, tight tops, tight dresses. They were all designed to showcase her body.

And with each of the final days, as Jacey’s body grew, her clothing more and more began to resemble that of the elf doll on the shelf, with a plunging neckline and a short skirt. Had she not been working nights, she would have needed to fight men off with a stick. Instead, the only sounds she made her way to and from work were the clicking of her high heels.

Christmas Eve was Jacey’s final day of work at Santa’s Photo Hut. She had thought it strange that she was even working at all, but when she arrived there were plenty of photographs that needed producing. Apparently her boss was going to spend Christmas delivering these final photos himself, almost like an act of goodwill and good cheer.

Jacey did not mind, in and of itself, that she was working on Christmas Eve. It gave her something to do, since she had no plans to spend her time with friends or family. That had not changed during her transformation. She even still considered herself an artist, although she looked less and less the part with each passing night, especially as her bust and butt grew and her clothing shrank.

However, her final night spent in the Santa’s Photo Hut darkroom was also Jacey’s final night spent with the elf doll. It was the final night of Jacey’s transformation.

Entering the darkroom to complete her final shift, Jacey was already scantily clad. Her red and green spaghetti strap dress was low cut to show off her large breasts and short enough to barely pass below the curve of her ass. In between, the dress was skin tight, making it clear she was wearing nothing beneath it. The tall heels completed the outfit, making her appear less like a lady employee and more like a lady of the night.

However, as much as Jacey had changed physically due to the elf doll, the doll had something else in store for her on her final night of work. Yes, there was still room for physical enhancements, which the doll provided, but the primary transformation Jacey experienced was in her mind.

Jace had always been bright. He was a smart guy, even if he could be a little clueless about certain aspects of life at times. He was no social butterfly. That had not changed when he transformed into Jacey. She might have looked like she wanted a good time, but she paid little attention to what she wore or the stares she got when she wiggled down the street in her short skirts and tall heels. The magic from the elf doll had changed her clothes. Jacey paid no attention to those changes, lost in her own artist’s mind.

However, Jacey’s life was about to turn on its head. After several weeks of working at Santa’s Photo Hut, Jacey could perform her work with muscle memory alone. The elf doll used that to its advantage as it began to rework her brain.

As Jacey sat there working, her mind started to wander, as it often did. However, instead of thinking about her latest art project, she instead thought about shopping for new and sexy clothes. Instead of day dreaming about a life where she worked a job with normal hours that still let her pursue her art, she day dreamed about spending her nights out at clubs, dancing, partying, and, most important, fucking.

When morning arrived and the sun began to rise above the horizon, Jacey finished the last photograph. She sat back and sighed with the satisfaction of a job well done. She looked down at her expanded cleavage and once again sighed, this time with the satisfaction of knowing what a babe she was.

Jacey, or Jaci as she now thought of herself, began to twirl a lock of hair with a finger as she sat there, waiting, not sure of what she should do with herself. The changes the elf doll had made to her mind left her rudderless. Where once she knew what she wanted, now her only desires were to look pretty and to spread good bimbo cheer before getting fucked, hard and often.

That was because Jaci was a bimbo now. Her mind had been scrubbed to the point it would be useless for almost all complex tasks. Thinking back to what her job entailed, Jaci could not even remember what she had done. She had finished only minutes earlier and she had already forgotten what she had done and how she had done it.

When Jaci’s boss arrived, she was relieved. He would be able to tell her what to do. She vaguely remembered him. He was older than her, but not much older. He was eccentric, but not in a bad way.

“Hi, boss,” Jaci said, greeting him with a perkiness Jacey, nor Jace, had never expressed.

Jaci’s boss looked up, startled for a moment, before the remaining magic from the elf doll worked on him, making Jaci’s appearance seem completely natural to him.

“Good morning and merry Christmas,” her boss said with a smile. “You finished the last batch of photographs, I’m guessing.”

Jaci held a finger to her lips before speaking, “I think so. You should probably check. I’m, like, not good at stuff.”

Her boss laughed, making Jaci smile. She might not be smart, but she could be sexy and funny. She was happy to entertain and provide pleasure. After all, that was what a bimbo like her was good for.

“I’m sure everything turned out great. But seeing you still here, I was wondering if you wanted to join me as I deliver these pictures?”

“Oh, um…” Jaci started to say, but trailed off when she did not know how to answer.

“I have a sexy elf costume you can wear.”

“I’ll do it,” Jaci exclaimed. He had her at sexy. “But I was wondering if you wanted to give me a present first. I’ve got myself all horny after sitting here night after night. Could you maybe fuck me before we go?”

Jaci’s boss could only smile at the offer. He wanted nothing more than to fill Jaci’s slutty pussy. She wanted that and so did he. After all, he figured the only reason he had hired such a complete bimbo was so he could fuck her occasionally. And with it being Christmas morning, it seemed only fitting that they both start the day off with a bang.

“Bend over,” Jaci’s boss told her.

Jaci did just as she was told. It was something she would be doing a lot from then on, both bending over and doing as she was told.

“Oh, fuck, that’s nice,” her boss said after he lifted up her dress and pushed his hard cock into her wet and waiting pussy.

“Come on, fuck me,” Jaci practically screamed. “Fuck me harder.”

Her whole being was focused on the act as she was fucked hard from behind. This was what Jaci lived for now.

“Here it comes,” her boss said as he slammed inside of her once more and held himself as he began to shoot rope after rope of his hot white seed inside of her.

Jaci came too, loving her first ever female orgasm. For the briefest of moments she wondered if this would be the last time she ever fucked in a darkroom. With her body, she much preferred the light, wanting everyone to see it.

However, there was little time to think about it, even if she had more than a few stray brain cells to devote to such a pondering. Her boss had an elf costume to change into before they went out and delivered some Christmas cheer. Afterwards, she was sure her boss would find a way to fuck her again. Or she could always suck him off. That sounded fun too.

Christmas Emergency at the Bimbo Ward

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ward, not a bimbo was stirring, not even the nurse.

It was a quiet night on Ward B. Christmas Eve was almost always quiet. The Christmas holiday bimbofications were complete, leaving the freshly bimbofied women fast asleep while they dreamt of cock. The hospital staff could rest, even those who were on duty.

That quickly changed when the ward doors flew open to allow entry to a large man with a bushy white beard wearing a red suit with trim of white fur. The buzzer sounded, alerting the night staff to the intrusion onto the ward.

“I need some help,” the man bellowed as he lifted a red drawstring sack off of his shoulder setting it gently on the pink tiled floor.

A doctor emerged from behind a closed door, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“What can we help you with?” The doctor asked.

“It’s my wife,” the man said. “She’s in need of an emergency bimbofication. After years of letting me run my business affairs, she suddenly got it into her head that I needed to focus on turning a profit. I deliver toys around the globe on a single night. I run a non-profit here, spreading joy to people worldwide. There is no profit in it.”

“I understand entirely, sir,” the doctor said. “I just need your name and the location of your wife.”

“Kris Kringle,” the man said. “I also am known as St. Nicholas, St. Nick, and Santa Claus. My wife is in here.”

Santa opened the drawstring sack to reveal a woman, bound and gagged. She was of indeterminate age, but looked like she had already seen many years with the lines and wrinkles on her face. Regardless of her age, those years seemed to have been good ones. She looked to be in good condition, but that was hard to confirm given how her wrists and ankles were tied and a ball gag had been stuffed into her mouth.

“You are really Santa Claus?” the doctor asked. “Then that means this is Mrs. Claus.”

“Smart man,” Santa said. “I really don’t know what has gotten into her. But if you could get her nice and bimbofied tonight while I’m out making deliveries, that would be jolly good. I can pick her up in the morning.”

“We can certainly do that,” the doctor said. “She would not be our first overnight bimbofication.”

“And if there is question of money—“

“No need to concern yourself with that,” the doctor said. “We here at Ward B understand your plight and wish to help in the name of the Christmas spirit.”

“Bless you, sir,” Santa said, his eyes twinkling. “You may operate in a moral grey zone, but you embody goodness. I wish I could stay to see Mrs. Claus through this, but I have people relying on me. Good night and merry Christmas.”

Santa picked up his sack and turned toward the elevator. He pushed the up button. As soon as the doors opened, he stepped inside and headed toward the roof, presumably to board his sleigh.

With Santa Claus gone, that left the doctor with Mrs. Claus. She looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and fear. In her bound state, she was powerless.

“Welcome to the Bimbo Ward, Mrs. Claus,” the doctor said. “My name is Dr. Grant and I will be your doctor for your stay here on Ward B. Please wait here while I fetch some of our staff.”

Mrs. Claus tried to scream as Dr. Grant left her sitting in the hallway, but the gag kept her from generating anything but the quietest of mumbles. Her bindings were tight enough to keep her from moving. She could not even crawl away.

Moments later, three orderlies came rushing down the hallway, followed by an impossibly stacked nurse who minced about in equally-impossible sky-high heels. Mrs. Claus was surprised the nurse did not topple over, such was the top-heavy nature of her figure. Then again, the nurse had an equally large ass to provide counterbalance. Either way, Mrs. Claus saw it as wholly inappropriate for a medical nurse to appear in such a manner.

Still, that was not the stated reason Santa had given for bringing her here. It had been her attempts to streamline his work, to make it more efficient. She just wanted him to institute some modern reforms. It would save money and time. She wanted to improve his life. But it seemed she had pushed too far and now found herself in the hands of the Bimbo Ward. If only she knew what that meant.

The orderlies helped the still bound Mrs. Claus into a wheelchair.

“Take her to Room 3,” the nurse said, catching up finally. “Keep her secured, but the gag won’t be needed.”

“Yes, Nurse Taylor,” the orderlies said in unison before they wheeled Mrs. Claus into an adjacent room.

Mrs. Claus found herself in the aforementioned Room 3 in short order. The orderlies left her still bound in the wheel chair, but they had been kind enough to remove the gag. She stretched her jaw, testing her ability to open her mouth.

“You’ll be getting lots of use of that mouth after tonight,” came the voice of Nurse Taylor. “But not to worry about that now.”

“What is this place?” Mrs. Claus asked.

“Welcome to Ward B,” Dr. Grant said as he appeared in the doorway. “We are sometimes better known as the Bimbo Ward. And if you haven’t gathered already, we help women embrace their bimbo nature.”

“Could you call Kris back?” Mrs. Claus begged. “I’m sure we can clear this up. I didn’t really want him to turn Christmas into a profit enterprise. I was just lamenting how everyone took money-making credit for all of his hard work.”

Dr. Grant looked down on his patient with sympathy. Unlike some of his colleagues at the Bimbo Ward, he did have a heart. “If I take off your bindings, will you promise not to make a run for it?”

Mrs. Claus looked toward the door. She saw the three orderlies standing guard in the hallway. She nodded her agreement, looking forward to being able to move her arms and legs properly again. At her age, she doubted she would make it to the door before the orderlies had her in their grasp again. There was no way she could escape.

Nurse Taylor stepped in to remove Mrs. Claus’ restraints. Bending over, Mrs. Claus got a deep look into the nurse’s cavernous cleavage. She found the scene almost mesmerizing. The nurse looked like she had stepped out of a fetish magazine or porn film, or so Mrs. Claus assumed. She had never actually seen either, wanting to maintain her wholesome image. What would people say if they spotted Mrs. Claus shopping at an adult store? Not that there was an adult store at the North Pole. Nor were there much in the way of people to be seen by when she left home. There were just the elves from her husband’s workshop.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Dr. Grant said. “See? Nothing to be worried or scared about.”

“Thank you,” Mrs. Claus croaked, her voice still recovering from the gag.

“I know just the thing for your throat,” Dr. Grant said. “Nurse Taylor, could you please fetch our guest some eggnog?”

“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse said before exiting the room.

“I’m sure this whole situation can be worked out to everyone’s satisfaction,” Dr. Grant said once the nurse was gone. “It’s a stressful time of year and sometimes people lose their cool.”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking,” Mrs. Claus said, suddenly hopeful abut her situation. Clearly, this had all been a big misunderstanding. The doctor was on her side and would make Kris see the light. She did not need to be bimbofied, or whatever it was the staff here did to women.

“Although I wouldn’t blame you if you took advantage of some of our services here,” Dr. Grant continued. “Many women see the benefit of a more youthful appearance or the knowledge to spice up a long marriage. Change is good sometimes.”

“I think I’ll stand pat,” Mrs. Claus said.

“Eggnog is here,” the nurse announced upon her arrival.

Mrs. Claus immediately found a large glass of eggnog thrust into her hands. Not wanting to turn down such a kind gesture, she brought the glass up to her lips and took a sip.

“Whoa,” Mrs. Claus exclaimed. “This isn’t store bought stuff.”

“Nothing but the best here at the Bimbo Ward,” Dr. Grant said. “Feel free to drink as much as you like.”

Mrs. Claus normally maintained a peckish appetite, especially when alcohol was involved. Again, she did not want to give her husband a bad name by her actions or behavior. However, there was something about the eggnog at the Bimbo Ward that left her drinking it in large gulps. When her glass was empty, the nurse was there with a refill.

After four glasses of eggnog, Mrs. Claus was finally sated. There was a part of her that knew she should feel bloated at her rapid consumption of so much liquid, but she had a hard time caring that she did not feel that way. In fact, she felt good. She felt really good.

Mrs. Claus smiled inanely up at Dr. Grant. Her eyes then switched to Nurse Taylor. Seeing her gigantic breasts spilling out of here nurse’s uniform led the old woman into a fit of giggles. Mrs. Claus could not remember the last time that she giggled, but she was not about to stop. Giggling felt like the most natural thing in the world. She figured her giggling would set her tits to jiggling if she had tits as big as the nurse. The fact she had never even thought the word “tits” before did not register in her mind. Quite frankly, her mind was not operating as it should, but she felt too good to care.

“Now,” Dr. Grant began, waiting for Mrs. Claus to turn her attention back to him. “You are clearly feeling much better now, Mrs. Claus. I was wondering if you might be interested in using some of our services tonight. I’m sure there are some aspects of yourself you feel could use some improvement. Every woman does.”

Mrs. Claus looked down at the empty eggnog glass in her hands. It was her hands that caught her attention. She had never been bothered by her age before, but she had to admit, her hands, and the rest of her skin for that matter, were clearly showing the signs of her age. The wrinkled pale skin left her looking almost sickly.

“I look so old,” Mrs. Claus said. More complex descriptions alluded her.

“You’re in luck,” Dr. Grant said. “We can tighten up your skin and give you a complexion that would be good enough to grace magazine covers.”

“You can?” Mrs. Claus asked in surprise. She never knew she wanted anything as much as she wanted to look younger right then. “Could you please?”

“Absolutely,” the doctor replied. “In fact, we have a special skin rejuvenating bubble bath you can take right here.”

“Yes, please,” Mrs. Claus said with excitement.

“Nurse, begin filling the bath,” Dr. Grant ordered. “Use the Christmas bubbles.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse said as she set to work.

“Mrs. Claus,” Dr. Grant said, “I will leave you in the very capable hands of Nurse Taylor. When I return, I am sure you will feel much better about your skin. We can discuss any other changes you would like to make then.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Claus said with a giggle. “Thank you.”

“You are more than welcome, dear.”

It was not long before the nurse was helping Mrs. Claus into the tub. The bubbles from the bubble bath were red and green and looked much like ball ornaments one would find on a Christmas tree. The faint fir smell helped to put her in a relaxing mood. After the earlier confusion with her husband, Mrs. Claus felt like her night was finally going her way.

Mrs. Claus let herself sink into the wonderfully warm and relaxing water, reveling in how the warmth penetrated into her bones and muscles. She let out an audible sigh as she released all the tension in her body. And with that tension went most of her remaining thoughts. In that moment, Mrs. Claus simply existed. There was no need for thinking. It was much better to just be.

Without Mrs. Claus even realizing it, the nurse gently washed took a wash cloth and began to wash her face. The nurse used a deft touch, leaving Mrs. Claus almost purring, but otherwise unaware of her actions. Had the old woman been more aware, she might have inquired into the nurse’s actions, however, the reason was simple. Mrs. Claus would have looked strange indeed if her skin and body looked significantly younger than her face.

Despite Mrs. Claus’ enjoyment of her bubble bath, the nurse eventually roused her, helping her out of the tub and into a robe.

The woman who stepped out of the tub looked very different from the woman who first arrived. It was impossible to pinpoint Mrs. Claus’ age, but she easily passed for a woman of around 80 years old. The woman who stepped out of the tub, however, would not have been mistaken for anyone over 30. Her skin was taut, without a hint of a wrinkle. What was more, as the special bubble bath penetrated into her body, her bones and muscles regained their youth as well, giving her strength and limberness she had not known for many years.

Mrs. Claus’ hair had changed too. Entering the tub, she had sported a short silver mane, much like her husband did. It was, admittedly, part of the look. If someone had looked closely, they might have seen a few remaining golden brown hairs. The bubble bath returned the color to her hair, giving her a perfect head of silky smooth hair.

Then there was her tits. Mrs. Claus had never been big, but what little she had long ago began to migrate south. During her time in the bath, her tits reversed course. They were still small, maybe slightly bigger than she was used to, but most noticeable was how they stood proudly on her chest, their perkiness making it easy to go braless.

“How do you feel?” Nurse Taylor eventually asked.

Mrs. Claus stood there for a several moments, trying to formulate a response. “I feel good?” came her reply, raising the pitch of her voice at the end, turning it into a question, as if she was not sure of the answer.

“Of course you do,” the nurse said, taking advantage of her patient’s suggestive state. “You always want to feel good. Feeling good is one of the most important things.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Claus agreed. “You’re right.”

“Do you want to know what always makes me feel good?”

Mrs. Claus did not say anything, but she nodded her head. She was too busy examining her body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. She had yet to notice all that had changed, but she was certainly happy with the results thus far.

“I always feel good when I am sexy,” the nurse explained. “Sex and sexiness are so important for women like us.”

“Like us?” Mrs. Claus asked with a note of confusion.

“Of course, silly,” the nurse answered. “We’re both women who are attractive and like to feel good.”

Mrs. Claus looked at the nurse and suddenly saw her in a new light. Yes, the nurse’s boobs were enormous and her outfit outrageous, but she could not deny the nurse’s attractiveness and sexiness. She grew jealous, fearing she would never be as sexy as the nurse, not without big tits and a willingness to show them off.

“I wish I had big boobs,” Mrs. Claus blurted out. “Mine are so tiny.”

Mrs. Claus had not meant to say what she was thinking. It just came out. And in reality, her breasts were actually larger than they had ever been before. However, in her current suggestible state, her only real comparison was to Nurse Taylor, whose tits were so big it was sometimes a wonder how she stayed standing, especially in her tall high heels. None of that mattered to Mrs. Claus though. She just wanted to be sexy.

“Dr. Grant can fix that for you,” the nurse offered.

“He can?” Mrs. Claus asked, astonished and suddenly hopeful.

The nurse smiled. “Would you like me to fetch him for you?”

Mrs. Claus turned red as she bit her lower lip, growing embarrassed at her request for something so silly as bigger boobs. Deep down, she knew the size of her breasts had never been a concern to her, but now, for whatever reason, they seemed so much more important.

The nurse chuckled at the sudden bashfulness of Mrs. Claus. “Don’t worry. You won’t find talk of boobs and sex embarrassing for much longer. By morning, you’ll just smile and giggle.”

Mrs. Claus did not know what to say to that. She was still too caught up in the thought of having big boobs. Nurse Taylor’s large pair seemed too big, but Mrs. Claus could definitely see the advantage of being bigger. It would help make her sexier, which the nurse had told her was important. Without her own internal voice to say otherwise, she could not help but agree that being sexy was important to continue feeling good.

While Mrs. Claus stood there, vaguely thinking, Nurse Taylor pushed a few buttons on the phone in the room and began to speak to the doctor. “Mrs. Claus is ready for her upgrades.”

In short order, Dr. Grant had returned. He held a cup of coffee, now knowing that he would need the dose of caffeine to make it through the night with his patient.

“Did you enjoy your bubble bath?” Dr. Grant asked as he greeted the much younger looking Mrs. Claus.

“I did,” she answered, giggling afterward as she bit her lip.

“I must say, I love the color of your hair,” Dr. Grant continued. “Very sexy.”

Again, Mrs. Claus giggled. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Now I understand you are interested in a few of the other services we offer here at the Bimbo Ward?” Dr. Grant prompted.

Mrs. Claus, turning bashful again, bit her lower lip and nodded her head.

“We were talking about bigger boobs,” Nurse Taylor cut in, helping to push the conversation along.

“Yes,” Mrs. Claus blurted out. “Big boobs are sexy.”

Dr. Grant chuckled this time, enjoying seeing his patient begin to embrace the bimbo mindset, even if she was not yet a bimbo.

“I can help you with that,” Dr. Grant said.

“But how?” Mrs. Claus asked. “Am I gonna need surgery?”

Dr. Grant laughed. “As if we would be so barbaric as to subject you to surgery. And on Christmas Eve no less. No, no surgery for you. I was thinking of having Nurse Taylor give you a massage. Doesn’t that sound nice? I’m sure it will make you feel really good and sexy.”

Hearing the words “good and sexy” immediately got Mrs. Claus’ attention. In her state, she readily agreed.

“That does sound nice,” she said with a relaxing sigh.

“That’s perfect,” Dr. Grant said. “Nurse Taylor will help get you ready while I prep the oils and determine the specs.”

Mrs. Claus had no idea what the doctor meant by the specs, but she was not about to argue. She was about to get something she never knew she needed before. She was going to get big boobs to make her sexier, without all the worry of surgery or anything scary like that. It was simply easier to focus on that.

The doctor once again left the room, leaving Mrs. Claus alone with Nurse Taylor. The nurse set to work straight away, pulling a folding massage table from the corner and setting it up in the open space in the middle of the room.

“Take off your robe and then hop up on the table,” the nurse instructed. “We’ll start with you on your front. We need to make sure your muscles are ready to hold up your new boobs.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Claus said, almost dreamily. She could not find it in herself to argue with the nurse. The thought of arguing with anyone seemed less and less appealing, if even possible. Why argue when it was easier to just agree with everyone? That was the reasoning Mrs. Claus gave herself at any rate. She had no idea what drugs were running through her system, altering the way she perceived the world and changing how she reacted to it.

“Hey, I never asked you your name?” Nurse Taylor asked. “I’m going to need to include it in your chart.”

“I’m Mrs. Claus, silly,” came the giggling answer. “My husband is Santa Claus.”

“I meant your first name,” the nurse responded.

Mrs. Claus giggled again. “Oh yeah. Um, my name is…” She trailed off in thought, suddenly struggling to remember her name. It was a strange feeling to struggle with something that had always come so easily to her. Despite that, Mrs. Claus showed no concern. She felt far too good to let a little forgetfulness bother her.

“My name is Annette,” Mrs. Claus finally said. She giggled again for good measure.

“That’s a nice name,” the nurse commented. “Does anyone ever call you Anni?”

Mrs. Claus wrinkled her nose at the nickname. Her husband had called her that once. She made it clear he was never to do it again. However, now that she considered it, she could not remember why.

Nurse Taylor read her patient’s expression and felt no need for a verbal response. She was certain her patient would feel differently about being called Anni when the night was over.

It was not long before Dr. Grant returned. In his hands was a tray with jars of oils on it. Normally, it would have been Nurse Taylor who transported the massage oils, however, given the emergency nature of Mrs. Claus’ stay at the Bimbo Ward and the small number of staff on duty due to the holiday, everyone pitched in for the good of the patients.

“You’re clear on the labels?” Dr. Grant asked the nurse as he handed the tray to her. “While you get to work here, I’m going to prep the next stage. I’ve never doped a candy cane before. I think a candy cane would be best.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the nurse responded. “And I like the candy cane idea. Perfect for Christmas. I’m sure our patient will love them too.”

Dr. Grant smiled. “Yes, I think she will too. Let’s hope she’s still reasonable by then. If the eggnog wears off, we may have some difficulty in getting her through the next stage without forcing her. Either way, I’ll be back, Nurse Taylor.”

“Good-bye, Doctor,” Nurse Taylor said with a wink. Working with patients always made her horny. Thankfully Dr. Grant always made himself available to help her relieve the pressure.

The nurse set the tray down on a nearby table and put on a pair of gloves to begin the massage. The oils were especially formulated to create certain kinds of growth in the patient. It would not be good to have the masseuse experience the same effects along with the patient. Dr. Grant had labeled each jar with where the oil was to be applied and for how long.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Mrs. Claus sighed as Nurse Taylor began to work the first of the oils into the patient’s back. That was the place to start. As much fun as it was to watch the breast growth, the nurse found it worked best to prep the patient for her new boobs first. The bigger boobs could also make it hard to properly apply the back oils, at least for women who went really big. The table had a trap door to let large breasts hang free, but it was not as comfortable. Nurse Taylor knew from first hand experience. Her own tits were too big to ever lay on her stomach without certain advance planning.

The first set of oils did not create any visible growth, however, the nurse knew what she was doing and she trusted Dr. Grant. The back muscles of Mrs. Claus developed new found strength, specifically to hold up her future tits. It would do no good to give her a big pair without giving her the muscles to keep them perky and to stop them from sagging over time.

Nurse Taylor moved down to Mrs. Claus’ ass with the second jar of oil. The woman who had come in initially had a flat and saggy ass. It was only natural. That had improved markably with the younger looking body, but there was much more room for improvement. A bimbo of Mrs. Claus’ position needed a body that would not quit. She needed an ass to properly counterbalance the tits she would soon be sporting.

Most important with the ass, however, was getting the crease right. Nurse Taylor had strong opinions on the crease between the buttocks and the legs. She disliked seeing women hold their fingers there in pictures to help define the crease. It was important for it to appear naturally. That was a tricky proposition when using the massage oils, but when it came to sculpting the female form, Nurse Taylor could be considered an expert. She used her deft fingers to get it just right, to give Mrs. Claus the bubble butt that every Instagram model would be envious of.

“Time to flip over,” Nurse Taylor announced, rousing Mrs. Claus from her relaxing daydreams. It took some noticeable effort for the patient to wake her body enough to make the move. It did not help that her muscular balance was off. In time, all of that would be fixed, but for the moment, it left her struggling.

Once Mrs. Claus was settled on her back, someplace she would be spending much of her time, the nurse resumed her work. This time she started right in on the area around Mrs. Claus’ breasts. Like with the ass, breast growth required exquisite skill, something Nurse Taylor had plenty of. This was the nurse’s favorite part, seeing tiny breasts grow into proper tits.

And Mrs. Claus seemed to be enjoying it too. Her breathing was heavy and she would let out little moans every time Nurse Taylor touched a nipple. Mrs. Claus would not have been the first woman to cum from a body transformation massage.

Nurse Taylor spent nearly an hour on Mrs. Claus’ breasts, giving them both the size and shape the doctor had requested. They were not as big as the nurse’s own pair, but they were much bigger than anything Mrs. Claus could have imagined for herself before. They sat high on her chest and stuck out proudly, much like implants would, but they had a softness to them that no implant could create.

The nurse finished her work by using a fourth oil on much of the rest of Mrs. Claus’ body. This oil did not produce any noticeable growth effects, but it helped to stimulate the nerves, specifically the nerves that connect to the body’s pleasure centers. Even an inexperienced hand could turn the bimbo version of Mrs. Claus on or even make her cum. She did just that when the nurse applied the oil to her clit and around her pussy. Sex was going to be a lot more enjoyable from now on for Mrs. Claus.

“All done,” Nurse Taylor announced as she stepped away and removed her gloves. Mrs. Claus, still in a post-orgasmic haze, did not move. The nurse stepped over to the phone and called for the doctor.

Moments later, Dr. Grant had returned, this time holding a small box of candy canes. “I made more than one, depending on our patient’s willfulness. Any indication on how much of a fight she’ll put up?”

“No idea, Doctor. I hope you like my work with her. I’m especially proud of her ass.”

The doctor chuckled. “You always do great work, Nurse. She looks phenomenal. I’m almost jealous of Santa on this one, but he deserves this. They will both be so much happier now.”

“True,” the nurse said.

“Why don’t you take a break. I can handle things from here. I’ll be sure to come visit you soon enough. I know how you get during these things.”

“Only because it’s so hot to see women become their best bimbo selves.”

“That it is. Why don’t you go to my office. You know where I keep the toys. That should keep you occupied until I can give you the proper fucking you need and deserve.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Before I go,” the nurse began, “Mrs. Claus’ first name is Annette. She doesn’t like being called Anni, but I bet she could be convinced to change her mind.”

“Good call,” Dr. Grant said. “I got so excited helping Santa that I forgot to ask about his wife’s name. I’ll be sure to add it to her chart. But for that bit of research, I think you deserve a Christmas bonus. I’ll think of something.”

Nurse Taylor’s lips were turned up into a smile as she left the room with an added sway to her step. She knew what her bonus would be. It was what Dr. Grant always gave her for a bonus. Yes, she would be getting an ass fucking. In her opinion, they came too infrequently, but she never came harder than when she had a cock up her ass. And thankfully, Dr. Grant was happy to oblige her when she did well in her job.

Mrs. Claus began to stir as the clicking of Nurse Taylor’s heels finally faded. She opened her eyes to see Dr. Grant looking down on her thoughtfully. Mrs. Claus started to smile, but then she realized she was still naked. That had not seemed to bother her before, but now it did.

Mrs. Claus reached up to cover herself. The first thought was how good her hands felt on her nipples. The lightest touch was enough to arouse her. However, once the shock from the sudden arousal faded, it dawned on her how much bigger her breasts were.

“Wow,” Mrs. Claus said, lifting her head to get a better view at her tits.

“Nurse Taylor did an amazing job with those,” Dr. Grant said. “Although I know that she is more into asses than tits. I haven’t seen her work there yet, but I’m sure you are now sporting an excellent ass.”

It took several moments for Mrs. Claus to understand what Dr. Grant had said. Her mind was not operating at full power yet, but this was the most lucid she had felt since she began sucking down the eggnog at the start of her stay.

“Something’s wrong,” Mrs. Claus said. “This isn’t right. I’m not supposed to look like this.”

“This is what you wanted,” Dr. Grant said with a puzzled look on his face. “You asked for this. You asked for the better skin and the bigger boobs. And I must say, you look fantastic. You don’t look a day over 25.”

Mrs. Claus blushed at the compliment, momentarily distracted from her worries. “Thank you,” she said. The truth was she did vaguely recall asking for the changes she had experienced. She might not have been very specific and Mrs. Claus was certain she had never mentioned the size of her butt, but she was finding it hard to argue with the results. She might not have seen her backside yet, but she could feel it. And it felt spectacular. Nurse Taylor was a real artist in that regard.

“Oh, where are my manners?” Dr. Grant said, as if he just now noticed the nude state of his patient and her trying to hide her sensitive nipples from view. She had completely forgotten about covering her pussy. Had she, Mrs. Claus might have broken down and started masturbating right there, without regard to the company she found herself in. “Let me get you your robe.”

Dr. Grant picked up the pink robe and handed it to Mrs. Claus. She sat up, feeling the weight of her new tits for the first time. Given their size, she was surprised how natural they felt on her body. It was a curious feeling, knowing her body had changed, but not directly feeling it. Except for the arousal, that is. Every movement seemed to remind her of how much her body seemed to desire sex now. It was not an aching need, but more of a simmer that sat in the background, always there. Mrs. Claus found it all very distracting.

Dr. Grant pretended to study his patient’s chart as she hopped off the massage table and put on the robe. In reality, he took furtive glances at Mrs. Claus, admiring Nurse Taylor’s work. He was thinking Nurse Taylor might be in the running for two bonuses. His cock thought so, at least.

“Look, Doctor,” Mrs. Claus began to say, looking hesitant. “Thank you for all that you’ve done for me, but I think I’m good now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to just wait here until my husband returns for me.”

In reality, Mrs. Claus just wanted to be left alone so that she could cry. She felt embarrassed about what she had agreed to. This was not her. She was not some big breasted young woman. She was Mrs. Claus. It was expected that she have grey hair and looked as old as her husband.

The problem was, despite her embarrassment, there was a part of her that liked the way she looked. She liked appearing young again. She liked being limber and strong. And as much as she hated to admit it, she liked having large breasts. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone. She even had a hard time admitting it to herself.

“That’s fine,” Dr. Grant said with a kind voice and a smile. However, his smile was not one of kindness, but a knowing smile as he anticipated what would happen next. “Why don’t you enjoy a candy cane while you wait.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mrs. Claus said as she took an offered candy cane from the doctor. “That’s very kind of you.”

Dr. Grant watched as Mrs. Claus sat down in a nearby chair and began to suck on the candy cane. Her eyes lit up at the taste, enjoying the peppermint flavor. There was something else there too, but she could not be sure of what. She spent the next several minutes trying to decide on the flavor, but having no luck.

However, as she slowly ate the candy cane, the special Bimbo Ward drugs that it had been laced with began to work their way into her system. Mrs. Claus’s eyes began to lose their focus as she stared off at nothing. Her thoughts slowed as her brain began to rewire itself.

After waiting for the telltale signs, Dr. Grant began to speak, “Nurse Taylor tells me your first name is Annette.”

Mrs. Claus’ eyes focused on the doctor as she tried to process his words. She suddenly discovered how hard it was to think. Her memories seemed so much harder to access. It appeared as if a light bulb went off in her head after a moment. Without removing the candy cane from her mouth, she nodded her head in affirmation.

“Annette is a nice name,” Dr. Grant said. “I’m curious. How do you spell it?”

“Um,” Mrs. Claus began, “A-N-N… Um, A-N-N-E…” She giggled and put the candy cane back in her mouth, as if she would find the answer by sucking on the candy cane.

“Having trouble, my dear?” Dr. Grant asked.

This time Mrs. Claus nodded her head right away. She was having trouble. She felt that she should not be having trouble. After all, it was her name. She should know how to spell it. And yet, she was having a hard time remembering how to spell her name.

“Poor girl,” Dr. Grant said. “I know some girls like you have trouble thinking and remembering things. Even simple things can be hard.”

Mrs. Claus blushed in response to the doctor’s words. Thinking was hard.

“Maybe it’s time you gave up thinking,” Dr. Grant continued.

“But—“

“Take it easy,” Dr. Grant interrupted. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Thinking too much can be dangerous.”

“It can?” Mrs. Claus asked with a mix of surprise and confusion.

“Of course. Thinking is the leading cause of feeling bad. You don’t want to feel bad do you?”

Mrs. Claus shook her head. “No, Doctor.”

“Do you feel good now?”

Mrs. Claus took her time to assess herself. She did feel good. She felt horny too, but she was not going to share that information. Unless Dr. Grant asked. He might have a medical reason to know that, but she did not want to think about it. Thinking too much was bad. Her doctor had said so.

“I do feel good,” she finally said.

“That’s good,” Dr. Grant said. “You feel good, because you’re not thinking. Luckily, you have your husband who can do the thinking for you. You can just be the silly dumb bimbo you were meant to be and leave all the hard stuff to him.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Claus exclaimed in agreement. “No more thinking for me. I’m a bimbo.”

Dr. Grant laughed. “Yes, yes you are a bimbo. I bet it feels pretty good to be a bimbo. Just imagine how fun it will be to focus on being pretty and sexy. You’ve now got a bimbo brain to match your bimbo body.”

Mrs. Claus giggled. “Yeppers. I’m all bimbo now. But what about my name?”

“Annette?”

“Yeah,” Mrs Claus said. “I can’t spell it.”

“Do you need to spell it?” Dr. Grant asked.

“Um,” Mrs. Claus said thoughtfully. “Maybe not.”

“No, I don’t think you need to know how to spell your name,” Dr. Grant said. “But if you’d like, I think I can still help you there. Annette doesn’t sound very bimboey if you ask me. And it’s so long with all those letters.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Claus said. “It’s got, like, a million letters.”

Dr. Grant laughed. “I was thinking it might be nice to shorten it. I think Anni is a much more fitting name for a bimbo like you. Anni Claus, the bimbo wife of Santa Claus.”

Mrs. Claus’ eyes lit up, embracing the name Anni. “I love it. I’m Anni Claus. I’m a bimbo.”

“Yes, you are,” Dr. Grant said. “And it appears you won’t need any additional candy canes. I think you are a perfect bimbo just the way you are.”

Mrs. Claus was disappointed that she could not have another candy cane. They were really tasty. However, she beamed with pride to hear she was a perfect bimbo. She loved getting compliments, especially about how much of a bimbo she was. If only she had known how great it was to be a bimbo, she would have come here years ago.

The time before Santa Claus was expected to return was quickly dwindling. After her successful bimbofication, Mrs. Claus was ushered to the Bimbo Ward in-house salon where a member of the Bimbo Ward staff was on hand to help get the newest bimbo ready for her big presentation to her husband. Mrs. Claus soaked up the knowledge of how to be her bimbo best like a sponge. By the time dawn arrived, Mrs. Claus was made up to perfection with her hair, makeup, and nails all making it abundantly clear what her real purpose in life was.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa Claus shouted the moment he stepped onto the Bimbo Ward. He looked tired from a full night’s work, but jovial nonetheless.

Before anyone else could respond, there was a fast clicking of heels. It was Anni Claus, made up in all her bimbo goodness, wearing red lingerie with white fur trim, rushing to embrace her husband.

“Whoa there,” Santa said as he caught his wife in mid leap and brought her in for a big bear hug. She buried her face in the fur lining of his red coat. “Is it really you, Annette?”

Mrs. Claus pulled her face out of the warm fur and looked up at her husband with awe filled eyes and giggled. “Call me Anni.”

Santa chuckled as he returned his wife’s gaze, his eyes twinkling in the only way Santa’s eyes could. “Anni it is then.” He set his wife down so that he could get a better view of her. “Tell me, Anni Claus, are you mad at me?”

Mrs. Claus took a moment to show her husband a full view of her body, turning slowly to make sure he saw her from the back as well as her front. In the time since she had finished that candy cane, she had come to enjoy her body, showing pride in her large tits and well sculpted ass. She had even offered to lick Nurse Taylor’s pussy in thanks, but there had not been time.

“How could I ever be mad at you?” Mrs. Claus said. She added a giggle for good measure. They flowed so easily from her lips now. An added bonus was how they sometimes made her tits jiggle. “You gave me the bestest Christmas present ever. You made me a bimbo and it’s amazing. I feel super good all the time. And sexy too.”

“That’s good,” Santa said. “I thought about you all night while I was working.”

“You’re my Santa,” Mrs. Claus exclaimed as she once again jumped into her husband’s arms. She loved how small she felt in his arms. She might not be very smart anymore, but she had a strong and magical man to protect her and care for her. As far as she was concerned, her life was now perfect.

Dr. Grant appeared from his office. He was finishing doing up his belt.

“Sorry about the delay,” Dr. Grant said. “I was giving the nurse a bonus for her great work with your wife last night. I hope you find the new Mrs. Claus acceptable.”

“She’s perfect doctor,” Santa said. The compliment made Mrs. Claus once again beam with pride. “She’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

“Fantastic to hear. We always aim to overachieve here at the Bimbo Ward. You are welcome to put her through her paces here, if you’d like.”

“Thank you for the offer, but you have already been too kind. And I must admit, after the long night, all I want to do is go home and collapse into bed. But I can definitely say I see a second honeymoon for the two of us soon. I’m sure Anni here would love to flaunt her new body in a tiny bikini on a beach someplace soon.”

“That sounds fun,” Mrs. Claus chimed in.

“Very well,” Dr. Grant said. “You deserve a rest and then a vacation, I am sure. I don’t know how you manage it all.”

Santa held a finger to his nose as he smiled. “That is my little secret. But for now, we must be going. I’m parked on the hospital helipad.”

Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus stepped onto the elevator together and the doors closed.

Dr. Grant returned to his office to find Nurse Taylor still recovering from their earlier fucking. She sat on a chair, her nurse uniform open to reveal everything from her large tits down to her pussy.

“Our patient has been picked up,” Dr. Grant said. “Two happy customers.”

“She was a hot one,” Nurse Taylor commented.

“Some of your best work yet, I do believe.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I expect the day shift will be in soon. I’m sure you will enjoy telling the other staff of what happened last night.”

Before Nurse Taylor could answer, they heard a shout from outside. Both of them rushed to the window to see Santa in his sleigh, flying away. Mrs. Claus sat beside him, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day,” came his call.

“Merry Christmas, indeed,” Dr. Grant answered before he pushed Nurse Taylor down onto the desk. He was ready to give her a Christmas bonus. She squealed in delight.