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A male or female is chosen to become the new Mrs. Claus when the old one has had enough
This choice: Lana wakes up a sexy Mrs. Claus with gigantic boobs and an enormous ass  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Merry Christmas Matt

    by: TheNewJaxson Author IconMail Icon
Lana woke up from her extremely restive sleep, smacking her lips and stretching her arms out as far as they could go. She remembered her meeting with Santa Claus and quickly rushed from her bed to the bathroom, careful not to look her body over, or even the clothes she felt she had on, not wanting to spoil the surprise, and when she finally looked into the mirror, what a surprise it was.

She was all tits and ass now, “Not what I was expecting,” she said giving her mighty rack a little heft. She dropped the girls and watched them bounce and sway, almost hypnotically. Looking behind her she saw her ass was so big and bouncy that it would make any woman jealous. “Damn thing sticks out like a shelf,” she giggled as she bounced her individual ass cheeks up and down. “Wow.”

She finally got curious enough to check out the rest of her body, and discovered some other changes. Her face was a little more angular and her face overall more alluring and attractive looking. Her hair was the color of new-fallen snow. Her waist was thinner and she had abs now, “a six-pack!” Her big butt tapered into some nice thick thighs, and extremely shapely legs. “I’m a bit of a hottie, aren’t I?” she laughed before giving her jubblies a nice jiggle again.

She walked back into her bedroom and went through her closet, only to discover everything was in reds, whites, and blacks now. “How Mrs. Claus like,” Lana smiled. She dressed herself in pair of white pumps, white, tight booty shorts, and a sleeveless red cowl shirt. She wore white gloves and a white fedora with red trim over her hair, which she brushed backwards. She looked herself over and decided that she need to pay a visit to someone, looking as good as she did. Matt.

Lana left her apartment and strutted down the street, not walked. Strutted. She drew looks and wolf whistled form every man she passed, some of the more mature boys and one fairy good looking lesbian. Lana blew a kiss to her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive at Matt’s apartment, and a little playful flirting got her in the building, her not even having to ring Matt to buzz her in. She climbed the stairs, her legs looking absolutely gorgeous as she did so, and knocked on his door. Matt opened the door and dropped the beer in his hand at the sight on the other side. “Lana?”

“Yep,” she smirked. The magic that coursed through her let her detect his attraction to her. She may look different but she was still unmistakably Lana. But being a pig she knew Matt would definitely be all over her in her newly enhanced body.

“What happened to you?”

“Well, let’s see, I got married. A real man came and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, a man who didn’t see me a anything less than a woman, and who was bale to comfort me when I needed it.”

“You’re married?” Matt asked, puzzled how she could get married and have what he assumed, was a shit ton of plastic surgery in under twenty-four hours.

“Yep,” she said again shifting her stance, and looking sexier than ever. “Say hello to the new Mrs. Claus!”

“So you married Santa Claus?” Matt laughed.

“Yes I did, and to show you there was no hard feeling I came to give you a present,” she smirked evilly. Matt was about to close the door in her face, a sexy piece of ass or not, she was talking crazy, when red and green alternating streams of light shot form her finger tips and to his crotch. Matt could feel something change but wasn’t sure what it was.

“What did you do?” he screamed scared.

“I told you, I wanted it so there were no hard feelings, so now your dick won’t get hard again. Until Christmas of NEXT year. Have a fun year and five weeks flaccid as some cooked spaghetti!”

Matt’s hands immediately went down his pants and to his penis. But try as he might, no matter how he stroked it, there was no getting hard. “You can’t do this! Change me back!” he demanded.

“Please Matt,” Lana laughed as she walked away, “when have you ever heard of Santa or Mrs. Claus taking back a present at Christmas?”
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