Twelve Changes for Christmas (Monthly tale - 8) X

 (Various transformations)*

Come in my dear, come in, it’s freezing outside, sit here at my side, near the fire... winter can be so long and cold... and dark...

Yes, it’s me, the Krampus, would you like some hot chocolate? I also have marshmallows... perhaps some cookies? I made them with my own fair hands... and don’t worry, these ones are made with just flour and sugar, you have my word, they weren’t people before.

What...? My husband? Oh, he’s out, doing his work, playing with his jingly little elves... giving joy to the good children with his jolly laughter...

Hmm... tell me, are you a good child or a naughty one?

Oooh, don’t get scared, my dear, you know me well, you know that Mama Claus’ judgments  and tricks are always fair... and I always have the perfect gift for naughty children... like you...

I have done it many times... and I will keep doing it after tonight, someone has to keep an eye on the naughty ones, my lovely husband can't do all the work after all. He’s always so soft, so nice... I am too... sometimes, you don’t believe me?

How about if a tell you a tale, to kill a little time, a tale about one of the many gifts I have given, so you can see how fair and soft and nice I can also be.

That’s true, that’s true, that’s what I did last year... maybe I could tell you one about how I justly punished some naughty girl?

Hmm... you are indeed right... that could end up feeling almost the same... 

Let me think...

What would my husband do...?

I know...! I know, it’s Christmas after all!

Instead of one tale... how about if I tell you twelve...? One for each of the fingers on my hands and two more for my hooves... or my horns...

You can argue with it, but you can’t deny the subtle eroticism behind a metamorphosis, that underlying sensuality bound up in the humiliation of losing ones form.

Naga Sly - it wasn’t her real name, of course, an imposing, thick, dark skinned Cuban woman... a hooker and stripper who hoped to become a porn star now that she was entering middle age.

She was one of the naughty ones, a very bad girl, ruthless to her peers and her rivals as she sought to achieve her ambition.

It was precisely that unbound ambition and her egotistical attitude that made it so easy, because I didn’t have to do much that night when she confidently walked out on stage... I only pushed her libido slightly and she completely gave in to the shift... 

Naga didn’t stop dancing as the tingle began, she didn’t stop, preferring to continue the show even if the cost was her humanity.

The woman reached loud orgasms multiple times as she danced, the public didn’t become scared as her pupils became slits  or her tongue split in two, nor when the yellow scales began to emerge from her sweaty skin... it was a great spectacle, almost unique, one of a kind, and they loved it.

She didn’t need to do the strip part of the striptease, her skimpy bikini just dropped from her body as it contorted with the changes, revealing her voluptuous goods one last time before the mutation forever ruined them.

She rubbed her hot damp sex against the cold metal of the pole, twisting her increasingly flexible and elongated spine around it, stretching her neck as she climbed to reach the top... until her arms and legs became too short and she drop heavily onto the floor of the stage, curling over her own body as the public clapped and cheered at the big, satisfied albino boa that hid inside the skin of the tall, lousy woman.

There wasn’t much fuss and no report was made for the end of Naga’s existence as a woman, nobody liked her much as that, but as a snake... well, she still lives in that club, as a pet, of course, they built her a nice big terrarium and even allowed her to keep her stage name.

Instead of being a hindrance to her companions, she’s now a very welcome accessory to the exotic snake dances that have become very popular...even if not quite as popular as her last performance as a human...

Was that a gift or a punishment? I’m not sure, but speaking of lousy middle aged women...

Spinsters aunts are for sure a thing, sometimes nice... sometimes not so much, I would say that when they are the older sister they tend to be the worst.

Like Aunt Marion, how much she enjoyed talking about her disgrace, despite never having suffered real pain or hunger or need in her life... and thus not finding any partner because of her obnoxious and vile attitude.

Coincidentally, it was especially bad at Christmas, and even worse after booze... Christmas and booze, two things that tend to go hand in hand.

She had ruined that special night so many times, but the last one when I allowed her to be a woman especially touched my nerves - when she made her niece cry and made her wish that she had never been born while she just laughed out loud...

I found her sleeping off the hangover on the couch, alone and long after the night was ruined, she didn’t take well to being woken up... or being stripped naked, but I have to confess that I love to hear curses and insults coming from the mouth of a naked lady whose ears are growing pointy and long.

She stopped, for a moment at least, when her teeth became too big and the fluffy tail sprouted from her rear, and then I explained clearly what future awaited her.

Others would have begun to beg at that point, but not Aunt Marion, that’s what made it so fun, she tried to badmouth me as her voice became a high pitched squeak, as her spine bent making her squat and she became tiny and furry in front of my legs.

So cute...

Needless to say, nobody ever figured out where Marion had gone after that night... but neither did they want to admit that they were a bit glad they didn't have to deal with her any more.

You can be sure she didn’t ruin any more Christmases after our little meeting that night...

But something they all agreed on, was that the grumpy, fluffy little bunny that she left under the tree was a fantastic goodbye gift... especially for her niece when she hugged the cute little thing enthusiastically...

Lousy mature women... Lousy mature women becoming pets... what a treat... what a great theme for our first three tales... don’t you think?

Let’s say... a normal suburban woman... housewife and proud mother of a couple of kids and a teenage daughter... a normal middle aged lady, can you see her already? Sonia could be her name... even if it won't matter much towards the end...

Nothing special about her, you may even know someone like her, that boringly happy woman who goes from day to day, doing her little chores, without any real worries in her life apart from the ones that everybody has... so she had to create ones to distract herself and so she began to worry excessively about her teen daughter.

Her daughter, like any teenager, didn’t like that attention at all, especially when Sonia took to reading her diary as a hobby... needless to say, when the girl had the chance to teach her mother a well deserved lesson, she took it without hesitating...

That day, all alone in her house, Sonia sat on the couch with a glass of wine and her daughter’s diary, as had become her habit, but when she began to read it her eyes opened like windows as she found a roughly written scold from the girl... saying that she was going to become a dog for a couple of hours so that she would learn to stop sniffing around...

The daughter made two mistakes: First, she didn’t specify the end result of the changes, she just wrote dog, when she should have written  bitch... Can you see our poor Sonia, kicking, crying and yelling, fighting to take her pants off with her shrinking fingers as a dog’s cock swelled from her womanly cunt inside her boring mom panties?

Quite the spectacle!... The second mistake? She didn’t take into account what a good neighbour Sonia was... Incidentally, that exact day, our furry housewife had agreed to watch the dog of the neighbours... a horny bitch that witnessed, amused, as Sonia went down on  all fours, with her voice becoming a growl and her womanly scent merging with that of an available and desirable mate.

Not many middle aged women would have known how to deal with the masculine, palpitating, red erection of a male dog... and Sonia was far from being the exception, she gulped, bit her lips and climbed on the bitch’s back...

When her daughter came home and saw the male dog, still wearing her mother’s shirt, bra, earrings and even her socks... and still with his penis inside the bitch... you can bet her scream was legendary, as so often happens in these ordeals, sex turned what should have been a funny warning into a permanent fate...

Such a classical tale, a totally disproportionate and completely unfair punishment for a pitiful infraction... the housewife become a good boy...

What? Oh, that’s indeed true, I didn’t participate in that tale... not much at least, but I don't want to make this all about me, I’m not that egotistical and it would be boring, I have been to many places and have stories of all of them.

The daughter bought the cursed diary at Lady Yaga's Boutique of Trinkets and Enchantments, Have you heard of that store?

Lady Yaga is such a fabulous lady, she reminds me of cold, long and dark winters, I like her a lot, I’ve heard that she has been teaching her two new apprentices about the long, long history of witchcraft.

I can see them... Yaga on a big comfy chair with a big book on her lap, Freda and Susan, those two lovely girls, sitting on the floor... a bit like us right now, no? Adelia snoring, laying on a couch behind the girls...

“His name was Odysseus or Ulysses...”

What a fantastic voice Yaga has, you can just get lost in her words...

“Famous hero of Troy, warrior, king, sailor, adventurer. One of his most famous deeds was maybe escaping from Circe’s island, unchanged and unharmed and having stolen the witch’s heart...” Yaga chuckled softly. “History wants to paint him as the only man who escaped from Circe’s enchantments, but that’s nonsense, my girls, because until her downfall, nobody ever escaped from the shadow of the so called Mother of Witches... she just gave him some extra time, my hypothesis is that she allowed him to leave just to make it more... satisfying, when she made the king kneel... and bark...” another chuckle. “History,” she repeated. “Wants to tell us that Odysseus lived long and reigned his kingdom justly until the end of his days, some say that he became a god, other maybe that he just found peace, the truth is that his tale ended just as the tales of those who cross witches tend to end as much as the world would like to pretend otherwise.”

“Come on, stop beating around the bushes, get to the good part!” cried Susan, puffing out  her cheeks.

Freda frowned in agreement and Yaga continued.

“He lived a long life, he ruled his kingdom and got to have grandsons and granddaughters and it was during one of their marriages, in the packed banquet room of one of his palaces, filled with festive joy... and witnesses to his demise, that the old king received a letter... the songs ended and the room grew dark... he walked down from his throne into the middle of the room as everybody watched the drunken king with worried amusement and as a king he spoke, as Circe for told so long ago, the truth... that he was no man, but a female dog... This outrageous claim was met with shock, a shock that rose like a tide when Odysseus stripped naked and put himself down on all fours, lamenting the shame that he had brought on his family, lamenting not having been able to die as a man, begging forgiveness to his fainting old wife and descendants... and then, the metamorphosis... His sex changed to that of a female, his body grew covered in grey fur, his face stretched into a muzzle... When he sat back down it was as a bitch and as a bitch he howled with loud sorrow, because after such a life his fate was always going to be the exact same that Hecuba had suffered... the only difference was that this bitch didn’t end up a stray, because the last begged request she gave as a man was to be allowed to live in the royal kennel as what she was...” Yaga raised her eyes from the book. “Surely you two can guess that this part of his tale is so often forgotten, no?”

Susan and Freda nodded at the same time... Adelia sneezed...

What a fun little story, what a fantastic little lesson, we have learned so much... but yeah, two dogs in a row may be too many...

Lucky for us, not all transformations are bound to the fur or the flesh, some times they are about things that don’t move... you could even say... inanimate...

Sometimes they are just a matter of just having the right key for the right shift...

Let’s go to a small private garage, deep in the night, a petite young woman with a trashy mount is going inside, her name... Mansherry.

The only other remarkable thing in the scene, I mean apart from the girl being completely naked, is the dirt bike with it's bright orange and blue colours.

To you it may look like any ordinary bike, a rich snobbish girls dumb hobby, but for Mansherry it was quite a bit more.

I mentioned a key, didn't I? Like the one the girl had in her hand when she walked near to the bike... it also looks like an ordinary thing, no? Well, wait a moment, she’s putting the key in the slot...

"Wake up, my bike slut...”

Yep, Mansherry is quite a silly girl, a bit immature, probably her dad’s fault, but she knows very well what she likes and what she wants.

She spins the key three times in the wrong direction, and each time it clicks, one, two, three times... and on the fourth it gives a full spin and the bike comes back to life.

The front light turns on and off repeatedly, the engine roars, the machine trembles... Mansherry sits patiently near the vehicle... and the vehicle begins to change.

The cold plastic and metal glows and shines and wavers like the tide, the bright colours give way to what seems  like living human skin poorly attached to the inorganic material.

A feminine voice mixes with the honks of the horn, green eyes open, golden blond hair grows from the metal... Mansherry isn’t scared, shocked or surprised as her ride becomes a naked woman... a sexy office secretary, no, she just smirks.

Tires shift and separate, breaking into small wiggling fingers and toes, the pedals become big hard nipples that slide up with breasts to reclaim their proper place as the juicy ass that was the seat goes back to it's throne on her rear... Yasmine moans loudly in delight, human once more, but still a bit dirty with dried mud.

She’s there, kneeling and nude, touching her face and her body with her hands, enjoying every inch of her skin, feeling a little dizzy, a little numb, after the long month’s of inanimation.

Yasmine found the key, tangled in the back of her long hair, she looked at it and considered throwing it with all her feeble strength, but a smile drew itself across her lips and she just lets it slip from her fingers.

"Woahah...” said Mansherry, attracting her attention. “You look way older than I expected, are you sure you aren't a grann-?!”

Mansherry’s mockery was halted when Yasmine leant forward surprisingly quickly and grabbed and squeezed her puffy cheek.

“Shut up, brat, you're not the one on top any more...”

“I-I’m still the boss here...!” the girl tried to sound firm and menacing, but she still leaned back as Yasmine pushed softly until she was laying underneath the secretary. “You don’t want to eat something first...?” she asked, shyly.

“I need a shower, food and some sleep..." answered Yasmine. “But later, right now, you are all I want to eat...”

They giggled, they chuckled, they kissed and melted together in sex, finally flesh against flesh...

Isn’t love something beautiful? Beyond shape and form, in more than one sense.

Love... changes, despite change being fun, there’s some dark satisfaction in the idea... the fantasy of changes going just one way and their ends becoming permanent.

This may sound like an obvious question... but can something permanent become routine? And I don’t mind the obvious answer, of course something becomes routine, I mean jumping regularly from a permanent to another permanent one.

Sound confusing? Improbable? I know this little witch, Chesshire, a lovely girl and she seems to do that constantly, I'm not sure how aware she may be of it... I’m only sure that she enjoys it a lot...

Her tales tend to end on a permanent note, but they usually ignore how she escapes from that sealed fate to just go on to find a new one... indeed, these things can get confusing if you think about them too much.

In the last adventure that I recorded about her, with Kinky, her sometime companion and a very naughty girl, she visited an unusual world where she contracted a syndrome that made her end up as the pussy of her own pussy, who was named Kitty, a lovely girl, her pussy as it became a girl with Chess becoming the new pussy...

No more questions!

Just pay attention, Kitty and Kinky are naked in bed doing the kinky stuff that Kinky loves and Kitty is just too nice of a girl to say no.

The naughty girl gets on top of the nice one, spreading her legs, looking down at the soaked pussy that was her friend Chess... Kinky also greatly enjoyed it when Chess got herself in such positions... and so she lowers her head and kisses the vaginal lips that were once the witches mouth...

And the three girls, the two human and the one made  into a cunt, had fun and moaned... and then Kitty grabbed the nape of Kinky's neck...

"Sorry...” she mumbles and traps Kinky’s head with her legs, pushing her face against her crotch as the naughty girl’s scream of surprise is muffled

Kitty, having inherited Chess’ powers, sensually sucks energy from Kinky to add to her own and make the irreversible reversible.

Kinky's eyes opened wide as she felt a tongue inside her mouth... Kitty allowed her to recoil... and Chess began to emerge from her vaginal prison, first her freckled face, her nose, her mouth, her eyes... the fingers slowly emerging at the sides of the forming face, the echoes of many moans inside the small room... the pleasure of coming back... Kitty spread her legs to leave room for the growing head...

“Kitty! You are a cheater!” exclaimed Kinky, annoyed... while toying with her own puss...

Chess began to pull herself out of Kitty’s crotch as Kinky witnessed, shocked and horny in front of the bizarre scene...

The arms, the torso with boobs, the legs... the last thing keeping their flesh entangled was the last to detach with a pleasurable fleshy sound, the lips of their cunts, of course...

The witch was back, gasping down on all fours... she touched her head, her hair was missing, shaved while she was a cunt... she raised up on the bed, slowly... she looked down on Kinky, who was more amused than worried..

"Hey! Good to have you baaaAAAAAAK!”

Chess pointed at her head with a finger, making her hair grow back, another finger was pointed at the naughty girl and Kinky began to change, her neck stretched, her boobs rampantly swelled...

"Sorry, Chess...” whispered Kitty, watching Kinky shrink and change. “I tried to do it sooner, but...”

"Shhhhhhh...” the witch knelt and grabbed the large pinkish dildo from on top of the  blankets. “We can talk later...” she said, shaking the sex toy with a devilish smirk.

Kitty gulped and nodded.

Lots of girls in that last tale, I hope it didn’t get too confusing, there were lots of girls getting what they deserved, I love good stories where everybody gets what they deserve... more or less...

How about another tale with three protagonists? Three boys this time, Kent, Shaun and... heeem... Josh, for example, they live together in a tiny rented apartment, not much room, only one bathroom and worst of all crimes, the wifi is totally crap.

But the worst part, yes, even worse than a slow internet connection, is their landlord, a despicable sour chubby man that abuses their contract and constantly threatens them with kicking their butts out.

He does it not because the kids are naughty, they are fine enough kids, no, he does it because he feels a special pleasure in humiliating them, holding them down by their balls... having control and power can be addicting, we can all relate to that, but doing it to people who don't deserve it... and what makes it even worse, doing it while being a  hypocrite...

This naughty landlord of ours, he loves to say and do nasty things, judging people by their looks or preferences... well, late at night, when he's alone in his room, he likes to dress in woman’s clothes and pretend to be a nice girl... 

That night... there's been a lot of nights so far, hasn't there? There’s still a couple more to come after this one... that night, he was wearing a corset too small for his size and panties that barely contained his ball sack... and heels and makeup and even a redheaded wig... and he sat on the edge of his bed... and sighed... and then the pain made him drop down onto his back.

He began to scream, trying to take off the wig as the red hairs sank into  his scalp... he cried for help, but the boys weren’t at home that night, he had forced them out with his comments and attitude...

His arms began to open, along with his legs, growing stiff, he couldn't move them and his body hair was falling out fast, his eyes shaking in terror, his skin look shiny... plastic... the inflating sound... the buoyancy bounced onto his chest when the mockingly large and pointy breasts swelled...

The landlord sobbed when one of the fake pink plastic nipples slid  out of the corset... he groaned when the sucking sound claimed his sex and he saw the opening under the stretched panties and he saw the hole, not meant  for love or childbirth, but only the pleasure of sex.

When his neck began to grow stiff, forcing him to look upwards, immobile on top of the bed, he knew very well what his end was going to be, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to cry until his mouth became a round hole and his eyes just paint on the rubber surface.

Kent, Shaun and Josh came back the next morning, they found the sex doll on top of the bed, with her legs open... they gave a lot of use and a lot of love to the silly thing, respecting their turns and the convenience  and always keeping her clean, they named her Red Dolly... and when people asked about their landlord... they just shrugged...

I guess you were expecting the guys to transform, no? But a good story needs some twists... still, you are right, you deserve at least one with a group metamorphosis.

I know one, it has six protagonists, but I'm not going to bother telling you their names, because by the end of their tale even their families had problems telling them apart, you will understand.

They were six women, friends since school, they grew up together, joining the cheerleading squad and getting married into wealth.

Rich housewives with comfy, secure lives and not a single problem in their futures... it might have lasted like that until the end, but in the world of this tale, humans had turned the power to change into a shallow commodity for ladies... a very human attitude if you ask me.... Shift Inc. is what they called it.

Our six ladies knew the product well, in the past they used it on a teacher they didn’t like and girl who they bullied... two poor women that had to pass the rest of their days as mules on a farm while them continued their lives and had husbands and daughters and sons...

It may have lasted... but they decided to turn against each other, planning to transform the other five, poisoning the tea the the next time they got together, being the last one that stood as a  woman as the others changed and masturbated.

But to be fair, one of them didn’t have that plan, at least not exactly.

She was the least popular of the group, the one that followed the others, the nerdy girl that helped the bunch to finish college, she could live with their past deeds because she really believed in her friends, but when she discovered what they were planning to do to each other...

The others, knowing that she was the only trustworthy one amongst them, used her as their confidant, that’s what allowed her to make a firm  decision and go all the way with her plan.

And so there they were, the six fine ladies, sitting with and drinking their cups of tea, and one by one, starting with the head of the group, they revealed their evil intentions to the others, what they had done to the tea they have all drunk, until the nerdy shy one talked and revealed what was really going to happen to them.

Because hers was the only Shift Inc. product to end in their tea and, now that she was an adult, she didn’t want to deal with the legal problems of transforming others, she had also put it on her cup... her words were met with shock and horror... the fate she had chosen for all of them with terror... because they were going to become what they truly were... a bunch of dirty earthworms...

Commotion, screams, denial, cups cups crashing to the floor, one of them tried to puke, but it was too late, they had drunk it, they were overdosed, two of them were already starting to rub their breasts and crotches through  their clothes.

A  chorus of scared moans began in the room, earrings dropped along with ears, hair soon followed, clothes were ripped with fingers that were losing nails.

The leader stood over the nerd, full of rage and anger, the nerd was more interested in undressing both of them, the sweat of their bodies becoming a thick mucus as they rubbed one across the other.

They shrank and elongated, losing arms and legs, their forms tangled and wiggling  and each one discovered by herself that they were no longer human, nor women, because they had become hermaphrodite...

The workers of Shift Inc. came shortly after it was all over, the nerdy girl had called them beforehand, they picked up the worms, almost indistinguishable from each other, and put them together in a receptacle  that held the dark fresh soil that their new forms required.

Six girls that had remained together as they grew, as cheerleaders, as rich wives and mothers... and in the end... they remained together inside the worm can...

Perhaps that one got a  bit... slimy... maybe a bit too far for your tastes?

Perhaps we should try something more tame, more classy and more in tone with the season... a rich and vile businessman that treats his employees badly... the night before Christmas, all alone in his big home... he gets visited by three avatars of the season... spirits you may say... ghosts... do you see where I’m going?

First came the cryptic warning from a shadow of his life...

Then the first ghost, the past one, a cute, brave little girl that chastised him for being such a bad boss, forcing him to see from outside his mean and unjustifiably greedy attitude to others and the many things it was costing him in his life, that made him feel ashamed.

The second ghost, the present one, an abrasive teen girl, she showed him a woman in the office bathrooms, a stunning woman with large boobs and long curly hair, dressed in a businessman's suit, but sucking the cock of one of his employees like a professional hooker, that confused him.

The last ghost, the future one, was a beautiful and serene lady, she brought him to the delivery room of an hospital, in which the woman of his present was giving birth to his first child, during the pushing convulsion of the stressful ordeal of bringing life into the world, the soon not to be pregnant lady grabbed his arms, firm and strong, then he heard the babies cry, that made him understand.

He woke up on his chair, the fire in the hearth out, dry saliva on his chin, the rich businessman thought about the last night for a long while as the sun rose, then he dressed in the same suit that the transformation into the stunning woman would tear and rip, and then he went to work, losing his confusion and his shame on the way there.

And, as you may have already guessed, he also lost his dick...

Later, in that bathroom...

Ruining classics, just as fun as ruining forms, don’t you think? I also have my own fair share of lore and folklore and am still pissed that people don’t seems to know it.

For example, some time ago I had chains to spook people, a basket in which I carried my gifts, and some naughty kids, and a bunch of wooden rods from a birch tree, I used to hit people with them to trigger the punishments... I changed them for a whip later, my husband prefers the leather when we are in bed.

The rods? I throw them around... here and there...

A couple found one, a cheating wife that hated her husband and her young lover that loved  the pair she had on her chest... around the time Dickens was writing his so famous ode to Christmas... it was late at night, I told you there were more nights to come in these tales... in a small rural town, in England.

The snowy countryside, the two love birds walking under the moon, giggling and planning their happy, simple future... and then the man, childish and immature, grabbed a stick from the snow and begins to swing it like a sword...

The young woman giggles... until the birch rod hit her rear... when she gets angry and begins to walk away, the man throws the rod away, following her as he apologized.

But then she stops and moans... she lifts her large skirt and pulls down her large underwear, the man runs towards her... and then he stops when the girl's vagina begins to leak sweet juice as she lays a fruit... a pear to be exact...

They don’t know, they don’t understand, the girl, scared, keeps laying pears, from her pussy, from her rear marked by the rod, even from her nipples and couple out of her mouth.

The man just stands in horror as she begs for any help that can be given, her hands pulled down into the soil under the snow, she performs a perfect handstand, with her legs spread and dropping more pears.

Her hair grows into  the soil, pulling her neck and her face with it and ending the echoes of yelling, then the bark began to cover the skin, her breasts, finishing the laying of fruits... the branches followed close behind,  piercing her clothes and extending from her extending legs and toes... 

The bark, the leaves, the branches... a pear tree that looks vaguely like a woman hand-standing with her legs open... but a pear tree nonetheless, even if it has a shoe and a pair of panties hanging from it's top branches and some clothes around it's trunk...

The man never found the rod, but with time he found another girl... the pear tree is still there, an oddity in the region, tied to the disappearance of the cheating woman by a popular silly regional rhyme... very popular amongst the kids of the nearby town, the tree, not the song... they played around it and loved her tasty pears...

Snow, her naked fingers sinking into the snow and then into the ground, the nails breaking as the roots push from the flesh... snow...

Sorry, I spaced out, it's a getting late, isn’t it? Do you want more hot cocoa? No? Are you sure... there’s a lot of snow around here, always, and also elves, those smug giggling things with their pointy ears, a lazy bunch, we should use dwarfs, but my husband is too fond of their kind.

He’s such a nice man, always working so hard... can you believe that a couple of years back some of those pointy eared rats tried to stage a strike and a takeover? Disgraceful creatures...

My husband wasn’t too eager to act, as usual.

“Lets just talk to them with some cookies and milk!” he said, my poor lovely dork in red.

I had to take control of the situation, their leader was a pink haired girl, a good for nothing with a silver tongue, her companions may have been indoctrinated by her lies, but they were just as guilty as her.

They were having one of their little reunions behind the reindeer stalls, they dared to burn a fat red doll that looked like my dearest, I fell upon them like a snow storm.

Turning them into reindeers would have been the easy option, so typical of the season, but that was too good for them.

For the crowd, I chose birds - doves, hens, partridges... no matter if they were male or female, I made all of them lay eggs with their pee thingies... and then with their butts.

They panicked as the feathers spread, they begged for help from their leader and their leader ran away as their mouths were broken by beaks.

She tried to escape from the squawks and the clucks.

I surrounded her like a stormy hurricane, shredding her clothes, naked... in the snow...

She didn’t run any further, any more, she swelled, into three round segments, her flesh was turned into the same snow she was standing on, her hair into a wig of the same pink hair.

Her arms turned into little black branches, her nose into a big carrot, her trembling terrified eyes looked up at me, I forced her to smile as her head became the top of the silly snow woman.

Then I went back home, with my husband and we had a long and kinky night.

Is this really it? The last tale? Time passes so fast when you're having so much fun remembering the disgrace of others.

Taking into account the last two tales, closing with snow seems the way to go.

Let’s go to a tall icy mountain, the top of the world, and no, it isn’t night, yet, but the dark storm clouds almost make it seem like it is.

A woman, a fighter, a mountain climber, strong, fierce and secure, she’s also on the top of the world, she left her group behind, they called her crazy until the storm drowned out their voices behind her.

She wanted to win, to claim the peak, no matter the cost, her rivals were always so close.

A lady with fixed ideas, those that bring paranoia, she saw shadows all around, chasing her, but that only make her want to claim the mountain for herself more, a cold burning desire, inhuman almost.

The white airs spread from her crotch, inside her panties and then inside her pants, her muscles in tension, swelling with the power that make easier her climbing rush.

She lost her backpack, but didn’t go back, she lost her tools and began to use her hands, she took off her jacket... and was shocked by her big hairy arms.

Long and muscular, her feet ripped the boots, she ripped her shirt with her absurdly large fingers and saw that white coat between her breasts.

She touched her deforming face, the bulky nose, the fangs...

It was too late to run back, so she ran forward, losing her clothes as she grew gigantic and tall, like her ambition and pride.

The creature found a cave and in the reflection in the ice she saw the monster, the thing of myth and legend that she had turned herself into.

The male appeared at the entrance, looking for his female, he had been chasing her, knowing that she would become a perfect mate as soon as she saw her.

She gulped...

It was far too late to run back... 

One of her rivals claimed the peak, does it matter which one? And our climber?... only her clothes were found...

But me, and now you too, know very well where she is and how she lives..

Aaaah... I can’t believe that was the last one, you had fun?

Hmmm... yes, you may be right, that yeti ordeal seem more a Halloween thing than a Christmas one.

But it had snow... no?

Hmm... you may be right... yes... how about a last one after the last one?

After all, what’s a twelve without a thirteen?

My husband always gives me his gift early, he’s such a great guy... this year it was an aquarium.

Pretty big, lots of space... it’s also empty... but perfect for some fish, maybe even an amphibian...

You never told me if you were a good kid or a naughty one... did you?

Hmm... why are you getting nervous, dear?

No, sorry, I’m not going to open the door... it’s so late, why would you want to leave...?

Are your nipples getting hard? Is that sweat I see on your forehead?

Do you feel that sweet tingle down there...?

Happy Christmas...