Ryan was on Mrs. Claus’s list of people to watch. He was a lazy smug college junior, but he had an innate goodness in him that couldn’t be smothered by his other qualities. He just needed something to bring it out for all to see. And now that she was ending her 200 year long position as Mrs. Claus she needed to find a replacement and Ryan looked like a prime candidate. And a plus side was Ryan was secretly into reading stories about men slowly changing into women. “Sounds like he’ll have the opportunity to live out his fantasies, now if only he wasn’t so gassy!” Mrs. Claus chuckled.
Ryan sat in his dorm room with his girlfriend Bertha, and unlike every other woman named Bertha she was actually quite thin, and she was also quite attractive. Ryan cut a ripe one and Bertha giggled. “Your farts are funny,” she laughed. Bertha may not have been fat, but she was a ditz, and Ryan liked that about her. He didn’t want a girl to challenge him, he just wanted to enjoy her company, and be in charge if he could.
“My farts are funny,” he agreed with her before yawning. Soon Bertha was too, and they were fast asleep. Mrs. Claus entered through the window, happy to see the effects of her magic were quick once again.
“He’ll be perfect,” she smiled as she took her wedding ring off and looked t over one last time. It was made of two pieces of metal intertwined, one silver, one gold. It formed a Christmas wreath, and had more detail than any non-magical jeweler could put into it. “The transformation will take 7 days, an each day will give him a new female attribute, with the final day making him a woman, and not just any woman, but Mrs. Claus!”
Mrs. Claus was about to put the ring on Ryan’s finger when she spied her appearance in the mirror above his desk. She was dressed in the traditional Mrs. Claus outfit, a look she came to cherish. Her skin was flawless, and she looked barely thirty-years-old despite all the stories. She was indeed heavy, probably around 270 lbs. at 5 foot 5 inches tall. She had a large soft potbelly and tits bigger than a stripper’s. If her bras weren't magical they would have to be custom made. Her ass and thighs were enormous, and gave her a distinct pear shape. Her thighs measured 42 inches around each, and her ass was so big that that she couldn’t walk straight through a doorway, and had to turn to get trough. “It may be big, but man I love this plush thing,” she said giving her 72-inches a pinch. “But I only get 200 years of this great life, before passing it on. Well Ryan,” she said taking his hand in her gloved one, “I hope you like being the first man to become Mrs. Claus!” And with that she slowly slipped the ring over his finger. As it slid into place the ring glowed with its magic, just as Ryan cut another nasty fart. “Oh! Hope that doesn’t affect the magic!”
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