Christmas in July

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Read Time: 3 mins

"You either get whatever is in this box, or you get me. Your choice."

Mel's a frumpy gamer girl and a childhood friend. As cute as the oversized Santa suit is on her petite body, you know better than to believe that she cares at all about Christmas in July. This sounds like one of her pranks; a gag to get over on you like always, so instead of falling for it, you give her an answer you hope will catch her off guard: "You're my best friend, Mel. I'd always choose you, no matter what," you answer, sincerely.

"W-Wait. That's so sweet. I-I, erm, No. No. W-whatever. I'm still opening the box, meanie."

She blushes aggressively and pouts as she unwraps her own present, revealing three cookies in a festive-looking sack. She noshes the whole bag, instructs you to stay seated and watch, and strips the Santa robe off, revealing her slender, featureless body. Strangely, her body starts to change. Mel rises high into the air, her legs filling out as they propel her upward. Her unkempt hair swirls on its own, lengthening into a stylish, sex-ruffled mane. Her eyes go smokey, and an immense set of bronze boobies overflows the sexy red bra she'd hidden underneath. Her hips round and widen, stretching the matching bottom piece; opening like an umbrella, filling out until they pass her shoulders from one side to the other. "Mmmh, those cookies work fast. So much growth—I-I-. . ." Mel's voice becomes airy and deep. Her lips pucker as they flush pink. You gaze on in awe, wordlessly sinking into the seat of your chair as your unassuming friend rises higher and higher into the air, her curves so explosive that they're unrecognizable. Mel winces. Seems like changing so quickly should hurt, but she looks near orgasmic. She stretches out her new body, palms flat against the nine-foot ceiling. Her chest surges one last time, her pumpkin-sized breasts bisected by the same red bra, flesh pouring over and under the cups and around her ribs. Her thighs are construction traffic cones turned on their ends, her calves point outward as her painted toes point in. You're usually not so aroused by Mel's "pranks". But standing before you is a new Mel altogether. You can't help but lust for her—the same quirky woman in a new wrapping.

"Th-That comment really caught me off guard. But you got me fair and square. I guess you deserve more than just a tease after being so sweet. C'mere. Stand up. Let's see how you like being the small one."