“Who put these cookies here?” Nick asked, glancing down a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, “Judy, is it you?”

She leaned against her chair and pushed it back a little back. Her table, clustered with paperwork, as she organised some of them, “What? Oh those cookies?”  


The fox picked one of them up, inspecting it, “Yeah what’s up with this?” 


“Its just something Chief Boggo’s grandchildren had set up,” She shrugged, “Something about Santa Claus coming to town.” 


Nick snickered. “Santa Claus? Kids still believe in that? That humans are real? Didn’t the Chief teach them better?” 


“Yeah well, he’s a grandpa,” The rabbit rolled back, “Wouldn’t want to destroy their innocence now, would he?” 


“Fair enough,” He grabbed one piece of cookie and chomped it down. Santa won’t be missing one single cookie, would he now? The sweetness melted within his tongue, tempting him to take one more piece. 


Nah. Taking one more piece would be too much. Swallowing the crumbs down, he let out a burp as his small stomach grumbled. Strange. He blinked at himself. Nothing looked off and yet… he was feeling off himself. What was in that cookie? 


“Nick! Get over here!” Judy pounced him from the back, pulling against his tail. In his cries of help, the rabbit continued, “Don’t think you can slack off now that it's the festive season!” 


“But it's Christmas!” The man protested, his voice strangely fuller. 


“No it's not. That’s like a week from now,” Judy rolled her eyes, “Still we have mountains of paperwork to finish! Now get on before we actually have to do overtime during Christmas!”  


“Ugh fine,” Dragging his paws towards his desk, he yawned before starting the chunk of paperwork. 


Occasionally, he would glance at his watch, hoping that time would move faster. Faster into ending work. Oh how he wished he could just lay back at home, preparing gifts for the kids and watching his movies with his husband. An elderly lady like her deserves retirement after all. 


Wait. What was that? He rubbed against his eyes, watching as all the words blurred in his eyes. Husband? Preparing gifts? He chuckled a little, not noticing how his orange fur thinned out despite the chilly weather. 


Filling out his forms, his normal handwriting morphed into cursive writing with their pretty curves and connected letters together. Hmmmm, something wasn’t right here? Why were the words all so small now? 


He rubbed against his eyes again. Well that’s a bummer, he would need to find some specs later at the store down the street. Vague memories of him strolling down with Judy for their patrol popped up. Huh, guess he did all those in the past. 


“Nick, where do you think you’re going?” called Judy as she stretched her body, “You thinking of going somewhere?” 


The fox nodded, “Yes, darling. Gonna get some spectacles for my poor eyes. These small words have been killing me.” 


“When did you speak like that?” She raised her eyebrows, “You never called me darling before.” 


“Oh ho ho ho,” His pitch rose by a few notes, “You must be misremembering things,” His stomach rumbled once more, causing a burp to escape, “Looks like I’ll grab a snack along the way as well. Would you like some, dear?” 


“Sure?” She scratched against her chin, processing what was happening before her eyes, “Nick, are you feeling alright?” 


Twisting to the side, bones cracked around his waist, “Other than the usual back pain, I’m feeling great, dear! Now, I better hurry to the mall before lunch comes!” 


“If you say so. You better come back!” 


“Don’t worry dear, I will.” 


Walking towards the mall, his steps were certainly heavier now. Strange. He could’ve sworn he was still the same agile fox with that nice… slender outfit. His uniform was getting a tad bit tighter around his hips and shirt. Probably have to loosen that tight belt of his. 


Onlookers turned their eyes towards the growing fox. His height increased bit by bit, till an inch or two had been fully grown. Wasn’t as tall as those giraffes but significantly taller than any animal around the streets. His steps spawned tremors around the poor rodent’s community as his confusion grew further. 


Now his hair has begun to grow grey while his ears shifted the side of his face. He pinched against his moving ear. Huh, why was everything so much harder to hear now? 


Pushing that aside, he entered the mall and approached a cat in a security guard outfit, “Oh hello there, good sir.” 


“Nick? What are you doing here?” 


He rubbed against his eyes once more, “It’s a little bit of a bummer but my eyes just can’t see like I used to.” 


“Nick, you’re 32.” 


“Oh ho ho dear, I wish I was 32. But that’s besides the point,” He waved his hands to the side, his claws now widening to become sharper nails, “Do you know where I can get a pair of spectacles?” 


“Don’t know if this is a bit to prank Judy or what but,” He pointed to the left, “Just head straight down and you’ll probably be able to get it.” 


“Thank you darling,” The security guard scratched his head. Was his voice getting higher in pitch now? 


The sale was sweet and simple. A simple test to check how myopic his old eyes were and he received his new spectacles in no time. Despite his new glasses, he still wasn’t aware of his growing bosom, now bulging out as curves against his uniform.


Returning back to his desk, bystanders could barely recognise him as their foxy police officer. He was more… older and less fox-like. His fur was so thin that it was hard to even call him a fox. His overall frame also changed to becoming more feminine - emphasis around his bigger booty. 


“I’m back, darling,” Nick grabbed one of the cookies from the counter and passed it to Judy, “So how do these glasses look on old dearie me?” 


“Err, they make you look kinda old,” The rabbit nibbled on her cookie, letting out a burp soon after, “Damn these cookies ar-” 


“Language, dear! You never know if the kids are listening.” 


Judy leaned against her seat, “Yeah something’s definitely up with you. Not in a bad way but in a weird way.” 


“Oh don’t flatter me like that, darling. Also could you grab me a larger uniform, this one’s a little tight around my buttocks,” A blushed surfaced onto her face. 


“Will do that after lunch then.” 


Going back to his seat, he could feel his own weight, weighing down against the chair. Damn, he was heavy. Not too sure how heavy he was but it felt like it wasn’t going to hold much further. His stomach growled again, demanding food to enter. 


As he went back to work, ignoring his stomach’s complaints, his mind wandered back to all the strange comments he received. What did they mean by calling him weird? He was the same old fox that they had been working with for the past year or so. 


Yes, his vision might not be the best or he was a little chubby on the sides but he was the same guy at the end of the day, right? Not like he had completely cha- Nick stopped in his thoughts. Why couldn’t he feel his tail move any more? 


Glancing back, his tail had shrunk into his body. Barely longer than his pinkie. His eyes widened. Maybe they had a point about this. 


Nick adjusted his thick glasses. Why was he feeling all so natural about these changes? No, something’s wrong about this. He had to check again with his blurry old eyes. Still, he had work to do and that’s what he had to finish up before submitting another report. To his boss-husband? 


Once his work was finished, he went to the toilet. Instinctually, his body shifted towards the female one, barging against the doors and leaning into their mirrors. And he saw… 


A larger version of his body with his gut practically bulging out of his uniform. No wonder all eyes were on him when he rushed to the toilet. The fur on the top of his head practically greyed out and grew to his shoulders. Muscles he once had softened into chub, redistributing towards his other parts. 


Yet… he felt at ease. Like this was how it was meant to be. He used to be some sleazy conman fox. That just started working his new job as an officer. Used to be the same fox that cracked down on a drug ring and a conspiracy. 


As his shirt ripped around the sides, he nodded his head. After that large shock, he soon felt calm and that the emotions regarding his identity on being Nick faded out. Greyed out like his hair. He glanced down at his flattening paw pads and wrinkled fingers. Right, it had been such a long time but the memories of working late nights with him gave him relief. 


That he was becoming Mrs Claus, an elderly granny that’s married to Santa Claus himself. That she was preparing gifts towards all the good children in town. That she was human. 


She heaved a sigh of relief, covering her muzzle up. Without knowing it, she farted, causing the whole room to stink up, chasing away other animals. Her wrinkles soon formed on his face. The scars of time that reminded her of the long history with him. 


Her stomach grumbled. Oh, she was so hungry now. But being between states brought her problems. Like all those nasty people gawking at her. Might as well fully embrace this. 


Going into one of the cubicles, she could feel a kindle reviving through her chubby body. By this point, she was easily thrice the weight as Nick originally was. Thick curves around her bosom would certainly bring her husband joy. He had always liked her ‘bakery’ more than her saggy tits. 


Bright orange fur began to sink back into her older skin. There were still signs of life within Nick’s body (especially around his nether regions) but she’ll take care of that soon enough. All for her husband. 


She stripped off what remained of her officer outfit, revealing her naked body. Another burp escaped, watching as her lower four nipples retracted inwards. A pity really. He would’ve loved to play all six of her tits, fondling her nipples against his firm hands and tired body. Maybe have a little lick around them. 


A bright blushed surfaced around her rosy cheeks. The fox’s once long muzzle slowly retracted inwards. She tied her grey hand into a ponytail and let out another fart. Her bad breath doubled the stench, delighting the older lady. 


Once her muzzle was gone, she puckered up her puffy lips. Oh so many kisses she would give to him as his warm rough hands groped behind her tits. Visions of him flashed in her mind as her dainty fingers gravitated towards her growing nipples. 


“Oh darling~” She cried out, fondling against her flat chest. Ballooning in size, her breasts doubled in weight while her ass jiggled all while she jerked forward and back. Within this smelly mess, even her own cock got hard from the pleasure. 


Pressure soon built up within her shaft. She blushed even harder, watching her cock erecting and escaping from her sheath. Right this was hers… an animal’s one. Completely red and swollen… She had never seen a cock other than her husband’s one and she knew how much pleasure it brought. Another burp escaped as a new scent joined into the mix - her own feral musk surrounding her knot. 


Maybe… one touch wouldn’t hurt? 


Now her large breasts blocked her view beneath her. Shaking with every slight movement, she certainly felt naughty today from her assets. Her hands shifted around the swollen knot - fur still crowded her nether regions - and stroked against it. 


Soft grunts escaped her mouth. She bit against her older puffy lips, such a naughty act to be doing on Christmas of all days. Mrs Claus soon wondered what her punishment might be for indulging in such… pleasures. 


Flashes of Santa Claus appeared in her mind. Oh he was going to be the same old man, nagging at her for doing something this indecent, while fondling against her breasts… That sly old man was a hypocrite after all as he would thrusts with- she snapped out of it when precum dripped onto her hands. 


Right, she could have all the fun with him later on. For now, she needed to fix this~


Now rocking her body back and forth, the pressure built up within her cock. She never felt this way before like every sensation was building up for something more. Something bigger and greater to come. Usually, she’s the one begging for it. Was this how all men felt? 


She giggled. Of course, this was how all men felt. Memories of Nick being lonely at home illustrated that point where he would play with his knot. How could she forget that? 


Letting out another burp, her bones shifted within her feet, flattening it down onto the floor. Fur now receded into wrinkly skin as she stroked faster against it. Her pants soon gasped for air as her large hands fondled it. 


In and out. In and out. She could feel it. That climax that she was waiting for. 


Its size had shrunk by an inch or so, increasing the pressure within her cock even further. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Just needed that one last stroke. One last push before her climax. She closed her eyes, her body now in full swing. Forward and back. Forward and back. 


And when she reached it, her moans echoed through the toilet. 


Cum shot onto the cubicle’s door. In an instant, the immense euphoria crashed within her mind, permanently fading out Nick’s memories. They were still there. Just as foreign memories that somehow existed here. 


The changes afterwards were quick. Her sheath and nutsack were absorbed into her body, boosting her already big ‘assets’ even further. There, her fingers continued to play with the shrinking cock, fiddling against it, moaning along the way. 


As her cock became no longer her pinkie, it shifted upwards before attaching itself as her clitoris. Her womanhood finally opened up. Revealing its soaked feminine folds, she rubbed against it to check against it. 


Ah yes, they were still as thick and soaked like how she remembered it. 


Leaning against the wall, she gasped for air. A couple more farts were released; who knew that turning into her would be this gassy. She glanced down at herself one more time. Yep, this was her alright. Just old gassy Mrs Claus.


After recovering, she snapped her fingers to spawn a thick crimson dress around her body. A lady like herself wouldn’t be showing her skin to everyone, could she now? That privilege was reserved for him and only him. 


She soon left the washroom. Her stomach grumbled once more. Just in time for lunch. The little critters all stared at her - partially due to her curves emphasised by her dress and partially due to her lack of fur. Oblivious to the attention, she ordered some grub by the food court, using whatever Nick had in his wallet. 


Her feast began immediately after ordering dozens of burgers. Shoving down their small burgers down her throat, crumbs dropped around her dress. Her teeth kept chomping down on food with no sign of table manners. And by the third burger, she wondered just how could anyone be full from such tiny meals? 


More people gave a glance at her. Some were curious at what species she was, others were disgusted by how she ate. Her constant burping and farts in the court wasn’t helping either, producing a disgusting stench that drove customers away. 


She sucked the sauce out of her fingers; now noticing that she was all alone in such a large food court. Strange, shouldn’t more people be here? It's lunch already after all. 


Still, she had a job to do. Standing up, she leaned against the table for support before returning her tray. Stretching her body, she wandered through the streets. A soft sorrowful thought snuck behind her mind. Yes, she couldn’t be more happy reverting back to her original self but she still needed her husband to be by her side. 


Faint familiar stenches caught her attention. Wait, that smelt like Mr Claus but where could he be? She followed the scent, ruminating a little on her sorrows. If there was only one regret that lingered behind after the change (from Nick to Mrs Claus), it was that lack of confirmation between him and Judy. He had always liked her but never had the courage to say. 


Her feet stomped against the ground, picking up the pace the closer she got towards the stench. It was all so familiar - that mixture of sweat and body odour where she slept with him for years to come. And yet, there was a bunny scent in the mix, one that she had never recognised before. 


Leading towards the janitor’s closet, she found herself face to face with a changing bunny. Her fur quickly receded while her fingers played against her breasts, “Nick?” She glanced back, her voice dropping by octaves. 


“No darling,” She closed the door behind her, “That’s my old name. Now, I’m Mrs Claus.” 


“Bu-” She shook her head, watching her gut grow in size. 


Mrs Claus quickly reached out to Judy, stroking against her clitoris, “And you are my husband, Santa Claus himself.” 


“Ho! Ho! Ho!”  


The elderly lady stripped nude in front of her, revealing her bountiful assets that jiggled in delight. Finally, she found her husband here. She shook her hips up and down, “Well then dear, why don’t we be ‘naughty’ for the season?”