Nick Wilde read the letter he had just gotten from Judy Hopps regarding an invitation to her Christmas. Nick wasn't big on Christmas. It wasn't that Nick flat out hated Christmas, he just never saw the appeal in it. He had always thought of himself as a lone fox against the world, though he knew he had a loving family of his own, as well as friends. Nick was still a little hesitant to attend Judy's Christmas, at least based on the family photo that had so many rabbits that Nick gave up counting after the 25th head.

It was currently December, and while it was still quite some time away from Christmas, the holiday in Zootopia was much like it was throughout the rest of the world where people started to set up decorations and celebrate it the day after vegetarian Thanksgiving, the day where turkeys celebrated their freedom. During the winter months it snowed almost everywhere, except the desert and savannah lands in Zootopia. Since Nick was in the city, it was snowing right outside his apartment window.

Nick sighed and glanced at the Christmas tree he had set up in the corner, along with the various decorations on it. The decorations were both bought by him, and given to him by his family and friends down at the police station. Nick blinked a few times when he saw a red wrapped present underneath the tree. He hadn't even done any Christmas shopping yet, at least besides for Judy, and he definitely did not recall putting a present underneath his own tree. "Maybe someone broke into my house and left me a present instead of steal things, that's totally what December is all about." He said to himself with a light chuckle. 

Nick grabbed the present and undid the white bow on top. He glanced at a small tag to see it was just signed 'Santa', to which Nick rolled his eyes at that. He knew Santa couldn't have been real. A bunch of reindeer delivering presents maybe, but not a fat jolly polar bear that delivered presents to all the boys and girls. Nick opened up the wrapping to see that there was a plain brown box underneath. The box was no bigger than a foot tall. Nick opened up the box and peeked inside to find there was a cola can inside.

"Cowca Cowla, the winter edition." Nick pulled up the red soda can and glanced at the cow dressed up in a Santa outfit. "Well, I can't say no to a soda." Nick popped open the can, and took a sip. Despite the can having been in a warm spot inside a box, it was actually so cold that it felt as if it had been in a refrigerator. The taste was hard to describe as other than just 'sweet and bubbly', yet Nick downed a quarter of it before he set it down. "Hmmm on a scale of one to ten...I'd give it a five."

 Nick's eyes suddenly twitched as he held onto the can. He felt a strange rumbling sensation in his gut. In fact, he could hear his stomach gurgle and growl as it began to swell outward and stretch his green shirt out. He reached down and grabbed his growing fuzzy stomach, but he suddenly let out a hiccup. Brown bubbles came out of his mouth in that small hiccup, and Nick's eyes could only watch in amazement. "Eh...heh...must...must have been a bad can."

Nick grabbed onto his small gut and waddled his way to his desk. He set down the can, and then he made his way into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror at his gut. He looked as if he had gained a good 30 pounds, and all in his stomach. His shirt tore open in a few spots, and his blue tie stuck out just a bit on top of his grown gut. "I just uh...what...what was that?" his hands drummed over his stomach. He still looked like a fairly plain ordinary anthro fox, just one that looked as if he were pregnant with something that gave him a pot belly.

Nick smacked his lips a few times, and he glanced to the kitchen. He couldn't explain why, but he had a sudden urge to make Christmas cookies. He normally didn't care to even try for such things as he wasn't the best of cooks, but with his stomach came a growing hunger that he had to sate. Nick decided to take a breath and hoped the stomach would pass. He let out a deep bass belch, and smiled faintly. "Maybe I just have a big gas baby that has to come out." He said with a laugh as he made his way into the kitchen. 

Of course he knew that his hunger and urge was not going to pass until he tried to make cookies, so he figured he might as well try. He pulled out a white bowl, and began to mix various ingredients together. In the world of Zootopia, some ingredients didn't exist so he had to make do with others. Sugar was not an issue, but eggs definitely were. Instead of normal eggs, he used applesauce, and instead of regular milk, he used almond milk. Whatever food that required an animal or something that came from an animal, he was able to use something else entirely.
Nick didn't even remember stocking his kitchen with so many ingredients to make cookies with, but he wasn't one to complain.

As Nick swirled and mixed ingredients consisting of sugar, flour, ginger, and many other things to make cookies with, his eyes turned back to the Cowca Cowla can. He looked back down to his grown gut, and grimaced slightly. "I know sugary soda cans can make you fat, but making you super fat super-fast is ridiculous." Nick poured the ingredients onto a baking sheet and used a cookie cutter to mold the cookies into a deer shape. His mixing and combination of ingredients were haphazard at best. Nick often didn't cook that much for himself besides the basics. Even when it came to cookies what few times he made them he bought the premade stuff. He tossed the cookies into the oven, set the timer, and waddled over to his chair in the living room to watch some television as he waited.

Nick watched various holiday shows. Normally he didn't care about what he watched. A show was a show to him, but for some reason, the Christmas shows just fascinated him even more.

Nick wiggled his rear on the seat, and stroked his fat gut. He was still a bit worried about how he suddenly became so swollen, but besides a big belly and an occasional belch with bubbles there was nothing significant that seemed to happen to him. "The guys down at the station are going to have a blast with this one." He said to himself. "I can hear it now, 'is it a boy or a girl?'" he imitated one of the many faceless police officers he worked with.

The kitchen timer went off, and Nick pulled himself up with some struggle. The barefoot fox walked into the kitchen, and blinked as he looked as his surroundings. Nick knew he had made a large mess making cookies not less than 15 minutes ago, and now his kitchen was absolutely spotless. Even the white bowl Nick knew he had used to mix up the ingredients was back in the cupboard, and it was squeaky clean.

Nick was so distracted from the suddenly clean kitchen that he had totally forgotten his cookies. When he remembered them, he quickly pulled them from the oven, but it was too late. His cookies were a mix of black and brown, globs of mess that didn't even closely resemble the deer he had tried to cut them into at first. "I swore I followed the same ingredients on the list...there's no real difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon is there?"

Nick sighed as he tossed the cookies into the trash with little of a second thought. He checked his refrigerator to find that his cooking supplies had also been refreshed, but not his food supplies. "I know I went shopping less than a week ago, how is it the only food I have in here is cooking supplies to make my own stuff?!" Nick raised his head as his stomach gurgled. He glanced at the Cowca Cowla can, and he let out a sigh. There was nothing else to eat, and while there was probably milk, the can looked much more appealing to drink. He waddled his way over, grabbed the can with one paw, and then stroked his belly with the other. "I guess I'll see if you're the cause of this giant gut, huh?" he joked before he drank another sip of the can. Despite the can being out on the counter, it was still fizzy, cold, and it tasted as if Nick had just opened it less than a minute ago. Nick mentally shrugged, and just downed another 1/4th of the can for a total of 1/2 of the can.

Nick set the can down with another deep belch from his fox muzzle. "Mph, my teeth are not going to thank me for drinking so much of that drink." Nick glanced down at the can that he emptied half of. He swore he drank more of the can than there was left, but he wasn't one to complain as the taste was very satisfying. Nick felt his gut, and while he didn't feel a change, his lower paws felt oddly colder. His fox ears picked up the sound of cracking and stretching, and a quick glance down beyond his gut and he saw that his paws were growing outward.

Nick wouldn't have believed it if he didn't see it. His feet weren't just growing, they were losing fur. He saw his claws fall out, but he could make out new 'claws' on top of the growing paws. "They look kind of like...monkey feet almost, but the tips are smaller." He said to himself as there was a loud crack as new digits grew into place. His growing feet were bare, but they didn't swell out to an excessive size, just average looking feet that might be placed on a species Nick had no idea what said species would even have been called.

It was now obvious to Nick that it was the drink changing him. He let out another deep bass belch, and he swore he saw some of the brown drink escape out from his mouth and into the air with his belch. For a brief moment during, and after the belch, Nick felt at bliss. He could feel an erection between his legs, and he let out a dumb smile. His smile quickly faded and he shook his head. "I just...I have to get rid of that drink. I can live with a gut and shoes the rest of my life."

Nick grabbed the drink, and then paused as he looked at his hands His hands looked longer than he remembered, and his belly that stuck out so prominently in front of him was less furry than he recalled. He grit his teeth as he stared down at his rumbling gut. "Uhnn, but I'm still so hungry and there's no food!" he remembered making cookies, but they were just horrible the first time around. He thought to himself that maybe he could try again and that they might be a bit better.

Nick heaved himself up and walked to the kitchen. Like before, he went ahead and mixed up the ingredients in the same bowl and used the same pan. He still wondered how the kitchen, and even the dishes he used were clean, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nick kept an eye out for any sign that there was someone else in the kitchen as he baked as he had a strange sensation that he wasn't quite alone in his apartment either.

Nick's belly jiggled with each step, and he felt how cold the tiles beneath him truly were with his new human-like feet, but it didn't stop him from baking more cookies. Deep down, he wondered why he was even doing this when he should have been more concerned over his changing body, but so long as he stopped drinking the soda, he knew he'd be okay. It still didn't explain the lack of food and sudden increase in cooking supplies in his kitchen though, nor did it explain how everything seemed to clean itself. Even after Nick made another batch of cookies and put them in the oven, he noticed the white bowl he had just used to mix ingredients had vanished back into the cupboards again neat and clean.

"Just don't question these things Nick. You'll be a lot better off." He told himself. He waddled his way back to the living room and took a seat. He let out another deep bass belch, and he felt a tingling sensation on top of his head. He reached up, and he felt an odd tuft of what felt like fur, but longer and thinner. "Weird..." Nick knew he had fur on his head, but when he grabbed onto this new 'fur' and pulled upward, it stretched up longer than the fur he remembered having in the first place.

Nick waddled his way into the bathroom, and glanced at the top of his head. He saw not any orange tufts of fur, but something that didn't look like fur nearly that much. It reminded nick of elephant fur at the end of their tail, or a horse mane. He couldn't put his paw on what kind of fur he had, but it definitely didn't look like fox fur. The fur was long, gray, and there was just quite a bit of it that grew on top of his head. "W-what kind of animal has fur like this?"

Nick tried to think of any sort of animal in his head. He thought monkeys might have had hair like the one he had atop his head, but it wasn't this big and long. The hair jiggled as it grew over his ears. The hair on the back of his head was longer than in front. He also noticed his cheeks looked rounder and fuller too, and there was something off about his nose. He stared at himself with wide eyes, but a massive big belch distracted him, one so big he swore he saw Cowca Cowla float out from his smaller maw.

Nick let out a dumb smile at the fizzy soft drink. There was another ding as his cookies finished, and he suddenly forgot about the strange gray fur on his head. He made his way to the oven and pulled out the new batch of cookies. While the new cookies weren't nearly as bad as the first batch he made, they were far from perfect. The bottoms were extremely dark. The cookies were also thin and very hard. The cookies were edible, but by the first cookie, Nick just set the rest down. "Bleh, I can do better than THIS!"

Nick tossed the cookies into the garbage and cooked more without a second thought. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If he was going to get a clean kitchen and fresh supplies every time he cooked, he was going to take advantage of it. He felt as if he knew how to make cookies by pure instinct, but as he briefly tried to recall how to make something like a vegan burger, he couldn't remember for the life of him how to make it. He remembered how to make a carrot cake, and just about anything with sweets he knew how to make like he knew the back of his hand. He took a look down at that paw of his, and blinked a few times in surprise.

Nick DIDN'T know the back of his hand as well as he had thought. The paw digits stretched outward and were shedding their fur. In fact, the fur on the front and back of his paw shed, and the small pads on his paws were no longer there, as if they had just shrank into those extending digits. His claws had sunk into the growing digits and flattened. He looked at the new digits with a raised brow of curiosity. The new digits looked as if they belonged on a creature far older than he was. "Hmmm...They look kind of like they belong on a monkey, but they're much more hairless. Like...a hairless monkey?" Nick knew he had the hair on top of his head though, so that couldn't have been it. He brushed his newly grown strange fingers along his shortened muzzle and puffy cheeks.

Nick knew he wasn’t going to get answers just asking himself repeatedly. He was convinced it was the soda that was transforming him now, so the only thing he could think of doing was to stop drinking that soda from now on. Nick finished his batch of cookies and put it in the already preheated oven before he waddled back to the living room, and had a seat on the chair. His newly grown fingers drummed over his swollen belly. His shirt rode up on his torso to show off even more of his gut, and he felt a bit taller and wider too. "I can still live with this. Get some gloves...nobody will notice a difference."

Nick's stomach rumbled loudly. He wasn't so worried about his big belly as much as he was his arms though. He watched as the fur shed from his paws, and he brushed his hands along each other. They felt so soft, smooth, and there was something else about them he just couldn't place. He didn't have much time to think about that before the oven finished up another batch of cookies for him. Nick pulled out more cookies, and looked down upon his work. The cookies looked like they had greatly improved, and a quick bite confirmed they were indeed edible. The cookies were far from perfect, but for what they were, he would happily eat them, and happily he did. Warm soft sugar cookies just tasted so good. For a brief moment, he didn't care about his changed hands. His new hands just made grabbing easier after all!

Nick finished the tray of sugar cookies before he knew what hit him. His hands gently stroked his bigger belly, and he let out a belch. Nick covered his shortened muzzle, but he also grinned and let out a light hearted giggle, one higher in pitch than his normal voice. "Oh dearie me, listen to that gas, and all from sugar cookies?"

Nick created another batch of cookies, this time he went for gingerbread ones. He then took a seat to watch television with a smile on his face. Along with the newfound weight, and the new changes that was happening to his hands and feet, there was two other things changing about him that he realized, but he couldn't find himself panicking over. First was his happiness. He just found himself much happier, and he didn't consider that a BAD thing.

The next thing was his arousal that was getting harder to control. He wasn't sure why he was aroused, he just felt the pulsing between his legs grow with his belly. Nick reached down with one of his extending paws to feel his erect cock and balls. The tip of his cock head touched the bottom of his belly, and he giggled at the sensations. "Oh me oh my, this feels so strange, but so good." He knew he talked so differently, but he didn't care. He just felt so happy, even if he was fat and shedding fur.

Nick's slender fingers stroked his cock as he watched television. He glanced back at the kitchen to listen for the timer, but in the meantime, he'd figure he might stroke himself. He wasn't sure why, but watching Christmas shows in particular really seemed to arouse him for reasons he couldn't explain. The sight of snow, presents, trees, of course happiness in others was important, but the significance of Christmas just made him so turned on and so happy that he couldn't help himself. There was nothing that was normally pleasurable or arousing about the tales, but he couldn't find himself getting worried over such trivial things, it was all about being happy, merry, and jolly. 

"I'm sure the cookies have plenty of time, enough time for me to do this." Nick turned his head over to Judy. There was something about her that felt as if the two were meant to be, but at the same time, something felt very off about her too, as if there was something in his head that was distancing his thoughts from her, especially when it came to arousal. He thought it was a little bizarre. A naked Judy in his thoughts here, a website of bunnies there, and he could orgasm easily, but tonight that just didn't feel as if that was going to do it.

Nick's human shaped cock felt completely and fully aroused by now, though he just couldn't feel anything that pushed him over the edge. He took out his phone and went to Ewetube, 4cheetan, various website in general where he could find something that might be able to aid him, yet nothing seemed to be working.

As Nick browsed his phone, he heard a familiar 'Ho ho ho!' noise from the television. Most anyone could recognize who it was that made the noise, and Nick felt a surge of pleasure rush through his body arousing enough to cause his legs to go rigid briefly. Nick slowly set down his phone and turned his attention to the television to see the fat jolly man that was Santa Claus.

The iteration of who Santa actually was varied depending on who made the movie. In most cases, Santa Claus was a white polar bear with a long beard and a jolly smile. In this case however, this particular movie, Santa looked like a creature that looked both alien to Nick, and yet also familiar. "F-fuck...oh...oh...Santa." he mumbled to himself. A picture of a bunny or a fox may not have done the trick, but picturing the fat jolly man on screen naked was enough to make Nick cum. He felt his seed gently hit the lower part of his big round belly, and as he came, his very shaft shrank in what was now his fingertips. His furry balls shrank too, but not quite enough to vanish.

Nick panted quietly after his orgasm, and just after the scene with Santa was finished. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He didn't need pornography to make him cum. Santa was more than enough to make him do the job, but it was a strange version of Santa. "Ho...ho ho..." he chuckled in a high pitched tone. "Cumming to Santa, I guess I should expect coal for Christmas now."

Nick cleaned himself off with a disposable wipe, and once he finished, he heard the ding from the oven. His ears would have perked, but even his ears felt as if they were buried in the gray 'fur' that was atop his head. "The cookies are all done!" Nick heaved himself up, opened up the oven, and pulled the brown gingerbread cookies out. The cookies had the shape of small monkeys, complete with tail. Nick smiled down at the food, and pulled out an icing decorator he didn't even knew he had. He created small smiles on the monkeys, a couple of circles on their torso and tail, then he put red jelly beans on the circles. He didn't even know where he got those sweet ingredients. Nick was never one to buy jelly beans in the first place!

With the gingerbread men finished, Nick did his best to not eat all of them, but he helped himself to one. The warm taste of gingerbread with the hint of spice from the cinnamon jellybean was absolutely divine to his shortened muzzle. The spice felt a little much though, and he had to get something to wash it down. While his thoughts immediately went to milk as an option, he remembered the can of Cowca Cowla.

Nick made his way to the can, and as he picked it up, he let out a deep belch, as if his own body reminded him of what exactly the can was doing. "If I drink this, I'll probably change even more." He told himself. He looked at his own hands that held onto the can, seemingly effortlessly now that his paw digits had grown long. His belly was big, he had the strange fur atop his head, and he knew that it had to be the can transforming him. "I shouldn't..."

Nick's shortened tail raised up and twitched rapidly. He could feel the pressure from behind him, and he let loose a fart moments after his belch. "Oh...oh ho..." he couldn't help himself. He grabbed ahold of the drink, and chugged it down. He wished he could have explained his actions. It just felt as if something inside of him controlled his movements, something that was both apart of him, and something in the drink that encouraged that strange part of him to grow mentally.

Of course as Nick drank the Cowca Cowla, it wasn't just the mental changes that felt bizarre, but the physical too. He could feel two weights grow in his chest as his breast pushed out into tits, but it didn't stop him from drinking until he had emptied the entire can.

Nick tossed the can aside and let it fall into the trash. He let out another belch, the biggest he had released that night. He rubbed his chest with his bare fingertips, and he felt the much larger tits he had just grown. A quick glance down indicated he had at least a C cup right above a big blubbery belly.

"Oh my goodness." Nick's mouth with his chubby cheeks opened slightly and he held his left cheek. "I really should not have drank that entire can." He wasn't sure what came over himself to make him want to drink the whole can, but it was too late now. The can was now in the trash. "Oh well. What should I do now?"

Nick's body seemed to answer his question for him. His clothes had already felt tight and uncomfortable. His shirt exposed his belly, and his pants had been undone to show off his cock, and his growing ass dragged down his pants to his thighs. Nick pulled off his clothes, and tossed them aside to reveal his nude body. Fur all over him was rapidly shedding, and his tail was shrinking down just as rapidly. "That must have accelerated my...oh dear..." Nick held his gut as he felt a rumbling sensation. He let out another fart, and he giggled. "Dearie me, what AM I going to do about this changing body? What would Judy think if she saw me like this?"

Nick was distracted when he heard Santa on television again. He looked back at the screen to see the fat jolly man, and he felt his shaft, now at half the size, twitch again. There was something about Santa that just made Nick feel happier than he could have explained, and happier in more ways than one.

Nick took a seat back down in his chair to watch the Christmas movie. He noticed that there seemed to be less animals and more of a strange creature that he couldn't identify, but the creatures he was seeing was definitely the same kind of creature he was becoming, at least for the most part. He noticed there were very tiny creatures, creatures that had virtually no fur and were as tall as Judy. It was the new Santa Claus that his eyes kept focusing on though. The Santa on screen had a lack of fur, just like Nick. Santa did have a beard, but Nick didn't. Santa was big and jolly, and while Nick lacked the 'jolly' bit, for the most part, he was definitely getting as big as he was. The two almost looked like a match made in heaven, and more so as Nick continued to change.

Nick reached forward to feel his shaft hard as Santa remained on the screen. He just pictured Santa naked, a fat jolly old man with a jolly shaft. Such an image would have disgusted him back when. He remembered the day we went to the nudist colony and saw massively naked men and how turned off he was at the sight of them, yet now he had different thoughts about such images, especially ones of the creature right in front of him.

It didn't take long for Nick to experience a second orgasm. As he came from his cock, his shaft shrank down to seemingly nothing, along with his balls. He knew he was creating a big sticky mess between his legs, but he'd take care of that later. For now his mind was on Christmas, sweets, and the jolly old man that he couldn't take his eyes off whenever he was on screen.

Nick's slender fingers felt his shaft shrink as he pumped and came the last hints of his seed from his furry testicles. He smiled as his shaft vanished from his fingertips. He wasn't concerned about his changing cock. In fact, the more he transformed, the less he was worried about his body changing in general. The changes weren't painful. Sure, he was a little gassier, but he was all the more excited and happier now so he had little complaints, except maybe he was getting colder as he was losing fur. Sure, he was gaining fat, but it wasn't helping him that much in terms of heat.

Nick noticed Santa wearing red clothing with white frills and black gloves. He could only imagine his new body in it and how perfect he'd look. He couldn't even picture himself with fur anymore, and when he looked at both of his arms, he saw no fur to speak of. The fur on his arms had shed to reveal larger, if also a little flabby pale skinned arms, all the way down to his slender fingers. Part of Nick still didn't know what to call this creature he was becoming, but something told him that it was an animal that was long extinct. He just wished he could remember what they were called.

"Something with an 'H', I think...Hamkey? No...Homkay? No...I don't think there's a 'K' in it." Nick talked to himself. He still felt a sense of jolly and happiness with Christmas spirit, but the fact he wasn't sure what he was transforming into was enough to distract him from such feelings. Nick decided to walk into the bathroom and look at himself in a mirror. He thought maybe if he saw his reflection and what he now looked like that it might give him an idea what he was really becoming. He couldn't bring about fear that he was transforming, it was now all curiosity.

Nick made his way to the mirror with his bare naked body, and looked over himself with a smile he couldn't get rid of. His gray fur on top of his head went behind him and stopped just right where his mouth was. He still had his orange fur and a very short muzzle, but his cheek were chubby and his eyes were blue. Nick wasn't even sure if blue was his original eye color, but he knew they definitely didn't look like how they were now.

Nick's arms were bare and flabby. There was a sign of age to them, but in a way that was as if he had aged magnificently. His arms traced up to his C cup chest, and he gave a few pushes up with them. "Ooooh dearie me dearie my." He loved the sensation of touching his chest. He loved it so much he felt a sensation that he just couldn't help but release.
She let out a small fart, and then giggled happily. 'Ho ho ho ho!" her laugh almost resembled that of a familiar Santa Claus, but much higher in tone.

The rest of Nick's body below his neck was furless with the exception of his tail, although his tail was almost a small nub at this point. He had the curves of a female, but a chubby older female. His hips and ass were growing large. Nick looked at himself in the mirror, and noticed that his own sex wasn't even visible between his legs. He reached down to feel it, but instead of a cock and balls, he felt a small nub of what should have been his cock, and a small opening between his legs that fit a female far more than a male. A quick spread of Nick's legs confirmed this. He wasn't male, he was female.

Nick still couldn't find himself, or rather, herself, getting worried about her changes. She still felt so happy and jolly that she was unable to bring herself to worry. The changes didn't hurt, in fact they felt good and they made her all the happier. "Oh well. I'm sure if Judy saw me this way, I'd give her some cookies and she'd be more than happy to accept me for who I am! She comes off as that kind of rabbit anyways." Nick turned around, and gave her ass a quick fondle before she made her way back to the living room with a huge grin on her face. "Ho ho ho. What a lovely round butt!" she said to herself with a laugh.

Nick could feel the pressure in her breast grow as she made her way back to the living room. She took a seat on the chair, and she heard her back pop multiple times. Her chair felt smaller and tighter against her butt. "Dearie me, I really do need more clothes for this new body of mine."

Just as the current Christmas movie on the screen ended, Nick's ears picked up the sound of jingling bells, and a jolly laughing man. "Santa my love, is that you?" she asked without hesitation, before she paused as she realized exactly what she had just said. What am I saying? Santa isn't my love. Nick thought to herself. She was too afraid to speak such thoughts out loud though in fear that Santa might hear it and feel insulted. Still, out of curiosity of the noise, Nick made her way to the front closet where she heard him. She also realized that her ears were at the side of her head and, while they could still definitely hear, it wasn't nearly as well when she was a fox.

Nick opened up the closet and found a present wrapped in red with white snowflakes and a white bow. This was definitely not something Nick remembered putting in the closet. She looked around with a raised brow before she grabbed the present and opened it up. Inside there was a red dress with white frills on top where her breast would be located, as well as the bottom part of the skirt. Nick checked the tag to see who it came from, but she only noticed it read Santa on it.
"Santa isn't real...is he?" she asked herself.

With a small shrug, Nick dressed herself up in the skirt. The skirt slid over her top and went down to her knees easily. Nick reached in front of her to readjust the top so it didn't fully expose her breast, but as she did, she felt her massive mounds, now as big as DDs. Nick let out a giggle as she squeezed her tits. "What nice breasts!" 

Only moments after Nick squeezed her breast, she looked up with a sly smile. "Oh what am I doing? I'm way too old to fool around like that." Nick adjusted her skirt so only the top of her breast was revealed. Her skirt made her look fatter than she really was underneath, but it felt so nice against her soft supple skin. Nick could tell her speech was off too, and a quick stroke of her face confirmed that her muzzle was gone, replaced by a simple small nose and mouth. She felt wrinkles too that came with her age.

Nick went cross eyed to see her nose was as pale as the rest of her skin. She just sat down with a giggle as she put on another Christmas show and saw more of Santa Claus. She enjoyed the shows for the sheer fact they were about Christmas, but the sight of Santa made her as giddy as a schoolgirl every time. She couldn't help but release a small fart or belch when he first came too. "Oh, I'd love for him to jingle my bells any day of the week."

Nick noticed that the present she was given came with more than just a skirt too. There were black tights for her thick legs which she put on. She raised the tights over her furless thick thighs and up to her now tailless butt. She didn't see any underwear to cover her crotch or ass, but it didn't bother her. She felt better having such things exposed underneath her skirt anyways. She wiggled her toes, and giggled again. "Humans, that's what they were called." She said to herself. "I don't remember Santa being a human, but I'm not complaining! He looks so much better that way anyways."

Nick then put on a bonnet and then black gloves, as well as an apron. She loved the apron and looked forward to making all sorts of sweets. She looked very much like a human woman ready to make delicious sweet treats for all the good little boys and girls, and then for her own big boy, one that showed up on her screen and made Nick almost moan in ectasy from the sight of him. "Oh Santa, 364 days of the year you're home, yet you're so occupied with work you can't spend any time with me." She said to herself.

Nick's ears then felt as if they widened when she heard another sound of jingling bells. She turned her head and noticed that the door to her bathroom looked different than she remembered. The door was made of wood, but a very light wood, and decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, including a single mistletoe and a silver door handle. Nick didn't really deck out her home for Christmas, although in hindsight she wished she had. With a raised brow of curiosity, she walked up to the door, and opened it up. Nick's eyes widened with what she was greeted with.

The inside of the door looked as if it had come from Nick's Christmas specials. There was stone walls to the left and right of her, but wooden flooring and a wooden ceiling. There was garland on the rafters of the ceiling complete with small Christmas colorful bulbs. Nick's small nose couldn't pick up the scent, but her eyes saw nothing but what described Christmas for so many people, and her ears picked up the sound of elves working in a nearby workshop. This, this was what a Christmas home should look like, and this is what she wanted.

Nick walked through the door and closed it behind her. She didn't reopen the door to check if her old home would still be behind it. She didn't care about her old home anymore anyways. She was going to miss the Christmas shows, but she had a strong feeling she was going to have her own Christmas year around here.

The interior was designed like an old fashioned home. Like the hallway the walls were made of stone while the ceiling and floors were made of wood. There was a fireplace with a large wooden table in front of it, surrounded by small stools with two large chairs side by side at one end. Nick immediately identified the seats as chairs for Mr. and Mrs. Claus. Nick looked down at her gloved hands, and then at the warm lit fireplace. She saw a few windows, but outside those windows was nothing but pure white snow for seemingly miles.

"This must be...the north pole?" Nick said to herself in a voice that would have easily came from a Mrs. Claus. The more she thought about it, the more right it felt to be where she was now. She did worry a little about her kitchen, but she had a feeling that there was probably a very good kitchen here for her to make her sweet treats.

Just then, a door on the side of the room opened up. Nick could make out a wooden interior, but she couldn't see who exactly opened up the door. She heard a loud familiar laugh "Ho ho ho!" and Nick immediately knew who it was. Nick's hands reached up and touched her old chubby lips as she made a surprised expression, and let out a small toot from her flabby, yet firm ass. 

Nick smiled at the open doorway. She had a strong feeling she wasn't going to be able to return home anytime soon, but that was okay. She was more than eager to start her new life with Christmas every day, and she was ready to start with her husband. She walked to the open door, and closed it behind her with a giggle. She knew she had just gotten dressed, but she was already eager to take her new clothes right back off for her husband, for Santa Claus.

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