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🕑 Added 2018-12-20 22:04:17 +0000 UTCAndrew felt pathetic as he did the last hour of volunteer work, helping kids write out their Christmas letters to “Santa” at his local library. Still, he’d spent enough hours here when he was younger to want to give back a bit. When the last child left, letter in hand, he felt the hand of the old librarian who worked there touch his shoulder.
“You’re a good person, Andrew,” the older woman said, her tone kind. “I know you don’t believe in Santa, but why don’t you write him anyway?”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Fine, but only if you pay for the stamp. It’s not going to get anywhere, anyway. Tomorrow’s Sunday and the day after is Christmas Eve.”
The kindly old lady patted his shoulder. “Can do. I’ll leave an envelope here for you.”
As Andrew stared at the paper, he thought about his job, his apartment, and his lack of any social life. Most of all, he thought about how lonely he was. What he wanted was companionship. The more he considered it, given this wasn’t going to matter, he figured he might as well go all out.
“Dear Santa,
I know this is short notice, but the one thing I want for Christmas is a woman who loves sex, has huge milky breasts, and that would let me fuck her anytime I wanted.
Merry Christmas,
Andrew”
Shaking his head, Andrew sealed the letter into the envelope and wrote “Santa Clause, North Pole” on the front. He looked around for the librarian only to see a note and a stamp next to him. “May your Christmas Wishes come true.”
Andrew smiled a bit. The librarian was a nice woman. Crazy, but nice. Sticking the stamp on the letter, he put on his coat and dropped the letter in the post box on his way out. The office he worked at was closed until the twenty-sixth, so Andrew planned to enjoy a nice vacation.
The next few days passed uneventfully. Andrew spent the evening of Christmas Eve playing video games and sipping eggnog. Heading to bed, sleeping in the nude as usual, his mind went back to his thought of a horny, busty, fuck-hungry slut that he wished he had.
On Christmas morning, Andrew woke sluggishly. He knew he hadn’t been drinking but his head felt cloudy. As he shifted the comforter off his body, something didn’t seem right. When he’d gone to bed, that comforter had been dark red, not pink.
Sitting up, he felt his hairbrush past his shoulders. That got his attention, though not as much as the sudden shifting of weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw long blond hair falling over his shoulders and down over his breasts while the comforter was still covering his crotch. BREASTS?!? Andrew’s hands slid up to his chest and gave his baseball sized breasts a gentle squeeze. A feminine moan escaped his lips.
His hand slid down between his legs to find what he feared. His cock had completely vanished, only to be replaced a hairless pussy. He dragged a nail up his slit before sliding a finger into his new pussy, feeling how wet he was. When his finger brushed his new clit, he moaned even louder. Leaning back on the bed, Andrew groped his new breasts and spread his legs, rubbing his pussy furiously. When his first female climax overtook it, it washed over his entire body.
Laying there, in the afterglow, his hand still on his breast, he felt his hand spread out. Looking down at his chest, with each breath he took, he swore he could see his tits getting larger until that last bit of post-orgasmic bliss left his body. He pinched himself, only to let out a feminine “ouch!” and not wake up.
Andrew made his way to the bathroom, only to remember at the last second to sit down. His bathroom smelled of strawberries and, as Andrew made his way into the shower, he realized all the soap and shampoo and had been replaced with women’s body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. As he washed himself off, he was getting turned on, staring at his tits, and made the mistake of spending too much time on his now melonous breasts. Soon, he found himself fingering himself again, his keens growing louder as he played with his new body until he came once again.
The water started to cool as Andrew was able to finish the shower. His breasts had swollen again to the size of volleyballs. There was a strange tightness to them, too. Getting out of the shower, he toweled himself off and made his way to the dresser in his bedroom, staring at himself in the mirror that he didn’t recall being there the day before.
He didn’t even think about blow drying his long blond hair before he was doing so. It simply seemed the natural thing to do. The same applied for the lipstick, blush, and eye-shadow. When Andrew was finished, he had to admit that he was hot. His nipples were rock hard and, as he brushed a nail over it, it was extremely hard to resist playing with his new body again. He did take a moment to lift his breast up, trying to draw his nipple to his lips. As he sucked on it, he felt warm milk drip on his tongue. It took all his will to not slide back in bed and suck on his tits while fingering himself. It would have to wait.
Digging in his dresser, he found a pair of cute pink panties and a bra with peculiar flaps in the front. It took him a moment, but he realized the bra was a nursing bra. The size of it stunned him: 36N. Still, as he hooked the bra up front and twisted the band around to his back, Andrew wasn’t bothered by the fact that he seemed to know how to do this. Slipping the straps up his hairless arms and lifting his massive rack into the cups, the busty beauty paused. Maybe Andrew was the dream. Spotting the purse on the nightstand as she pulled up her panties, she wiggled and jiggled her way over. Checking her driver’s license, it read “Andrea Livingston” with the gender marked “F”.
Andrea giggled at that. She must have been dreaming about being a guy. Maybe it was because she was so horny. She couldn’t remember the last time she got properly fucked.
Making her way to her living room, she spotted a single gift under the Christmas tree. She tried to remember what she wrote Santa for, but that must be from him. The tag, in fact, read “From Santa”. Tearing off the metallic pink wrapping paper, she opened the box to find a note, a brown paper bag, and a new nursing pump. Her last pump couldn’t handle how much milk she produced quick enough, so this was just what she needed. She read the note.
“Dear Andrea,
I hope this is what you wanted, but your Christmas miracle isn’t up. I know how much you love big breasts, so, until the end of the day, every time you cum, your breasts will get even bigger.
Merry Christmas.
Santa”
Andrea grinned broadly. She did want super huge tits. Her manager at the strip club had assured her she’d make more money if she got implants, but she loved the natural look at feel of her milky titties. She opened the box for the pump and then remembered the bag. Opening it, Andrea squealed with delight. In the bag was a thick, long dildo that had a suction cup for floor mounting.
Feeling dampness around her nipples, Andrea realized that could wait. She’d have to use it by hand. Setting up the breast pump, she wiggled out of her panties and exposed her nipples before sitting down on the couch, one hand handing the pump and the other sliding the massive dildo into her tight pussy. Turning the pump on, she sighed with relief before stroking the dildo in and out of her pussy.
She couldn’t wait to see how large her titties got before the end of the day.
