Jimmy Joe Bob and Mrs. Claus headed to a hotel room to wait out the day it took for Jimmy Joe Bob to change into the Mrs. Claus he dreamed of being. The entire trip he talked of being fucked and gobbling dick while drinking what Mrs. Claus could only estimate was the equivalent of a mixing vat of booze. Not even beer, just generic moonshine like booze.
The concierge, who decided it was best if he didn’t wonder why an old woman and a trailer trash punk were together, handed the key to the room to Jimmy Joe Bob, “Here you go sir.”
“Aw shucks darlin’ you can call me JJ, or JJB if ya wanna,” he winked. He then turned to Mrs. Claus and excitedly told her, “I’m already talking like a jen-you-ine cock suckin’ MILF! Hot damn!”
Seeing the look on the concierge’s face, Mrs. Claus hurried the newly christened JJ away, “Yeah Hot Damn indeed kid.”
They entered the hotel room, and the before they could do anything JJ’s chest swelled outwards with sexy, perky, breast flesh that bounced with every step, and were topped off by two nipples that stood out like timers on turkeys and these turkeys were done. “Well God Damn! What are these tig ole bittes? A solid H cup?” he laughed as he juggled them up and down.
Mrs. Claus’s eye went wide at the jugs in front of her, “This kid,” she whispered. “I think you have some J cup at the least kid!”
“And they’re nice! Go on, and give ‘em a squeeze!” Mrs. Claus reached out with trembling hands and did as she was told. “Honk, honk!’ JJ yelled playfully. Mrs. Claus pulled her hands back, embarrassed at her shock. And as her fingers left JJ’s shirt it began to change. The fabric flowed and change color until it was a red and white-checkered shirt tied in a knot just under his mammoth milkers, showing off his expansive and impressive cleavage. “Well ain’t that a fine how-do-you-do!”
“Kid you are going to make a Hell of a Mrs. Claus,” the current Mrs. Claus chuckled.
“And that’s just the first two minutes! By this time tomorrow I’m gonna be the Mother of Christmas and the Queen of the Trailer Park, right?”
“That’s the plan,” Mrs. Claus nodded.
“I can not wait to get some booze and some dick, and these gorgeous fun bags are gonna be key,” he winked as he resumed playing with his tits.
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