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By
Grenshaw ����������� Cassandra awoke on Christmas morn as if it were any other
day. That was because, to her, it was no different from any other day, and
hadn�t been for years. Christmas was simply a day when all the stores were
closed, which meant she couldn�t go do anything. As if she had anything to
do. Cassie had no relatives, and the only �friends� she had were her
coworkers at the dentist�s office that she worked at. And, despite the fact
that, as a dentist, Cassie was doing particularly well for herself, she had
no boyfriend. The reason for this was that Cassie was not attractive. She
wasn�t exactly ugly; it�s just that she was rather� plain. There were no
defining features about her. Cassie was pretty skinny at around 110 lbs, but
that was the only desirable trait about her. That and her eyes. Everyone
loved Cassie�s eyes. ����������� �However, besides that, there was nothing
enviable about Cassie. She had no curves to speak of: she never made it past
a training bra, her legs were like sticks, and her hips were no wider than
the rest of her body. Her face was not exactly skeletal, but it had no
defining plumpness, and was as pale as a ghost�s. Her hair was a mousy brown
color, and was frazzled in a way that no amount of de-tangler could fix. She
was of average height, neither too tall nor too short. In short, Cassie was
the epitome of average. One would never be able to tell that she was only 27
years old unless they asked, for she already looked like life had given up on
her. ����������� Cassie sighed as she got out of
bed and hopped into the shower. She had work off today, and like so many
other mornings when she had work off, she had nothing to look forward to.
Perhaps she would start another jigsaw puzzle. That always seemed to pass the
time. She actually had a stockpile of untouched jigsaw puzzles for an
occasion such as this. Maybe the day wouldn�t be so bad after all. ����������� As she got dressed, Cassandra
looked out the window. Landscape outside was pure, untouched white. This was
the kind of white Christmas that most people dreamed of. However, Cassie only
thought of snow as a nuisance; an obstacle in the way of everyday life. She
turned away from the window in distaste and put on her t-shirt. �Bah Humbug,�
she grumbled in self-pity. Finished dressing, Cassie went into the kitchen to
make herself breakfast. However, as she entered the kitchen, something
registered as wrong in her mind. Something had been different on the way
there. She stepped backward through the entryway of the kitchen and looked
into the living room. What she saw took her breath away. ����������� There, in the corner of the living
room, was a Christmas tree. It was decked from top to bottom with lights,
ornaments, and trimmings. It even had a star on top. However, there was one
problem with it. Cassie didn�t put it there. Under the tree was a single
present; it was wrapped in white wrapping paper, with a blue ribbon around
it, and a green bow on top. A tag hung from the side that said, For Cassie. ����������� Cassie slowly advanced towards the
tree, eyeing the present as if it were a bomb set to go off at any moment.
How the hell could someone have gotten this entire tree in here without her
knowing? Not only was the living room right next to her room, but she had an
alarm system that had cost her over a thousand dollars. (As a single woman,
she wanted good protection). How could someone sneak in a tree, and decorate
it, without her hearing something? ����������� She stood next to the tree, afraid
to touch the present. Hundreds of thoughts ran through Cassie�s head, and
very few of them considered the notion that this present was harmless.
However, Cassie�s curiosity got the better of her, and she picked the box up.
It was surprisingly light. She shook it lightly, and no noise came from the
box. Cassie checked the tag, looking to find a clue as to who did this. On
the back of the tag was a handwritten message. Here�s to no more �Bah Humbug� Christmases. Sincerely, S. Clause.
Cassie gasped. How could the person who had put this here have known that she
said �Bah Humbug�? She had only said it ten minutes ago! She looked at the
present again. Could this really be from Santa? As much as she didn�t want to
believe it, there wasn�t any other explanation for the way that this tree and
present got here without her knowledge. ����������� Cassie held the present in her
hands, unsure of whether to open it or not. One the one hand, this could be a
bomb, or anthrax, or any number of horrible things designed to kill or injure
her. On the other hand, who would actually care about her enough to kill her?
It�s not as if she had done anything wrong lately, or seen something she
shouldn�t have seen. Besides, why would they go through all this trouble to
kill her like this when there were plenty of easier ways? It didn�t make
sense at all. Considering all these reasons, Cassie decided to just open then
damn thing. You only live once she
thought, as she ripped the paper off the box. With more than a little
trepidation, Cassie slowly peered into the box. As she saw it, she threw the
top of in indignation. ����������� �The box was empty. There was nothing, not even
a letter explaining what was going on. As Cassie saw this, sat down and began
to weep. Why had this person done this to her? She didn�t deserve this empty
box in her already miserable life. What a cruel setup. Her hopes had never
been higher or lower in her life than at this point. ����������� As Cassie wept to herself, she
suddenly started to feel� different. Her whole body started tingling all
over, and she couldn�t explain it. For some reason, it felt really good. She
stood up, looking around her body for the source of this tingling. All of the
sudden, she felt the tingling increase in intensity on her face. She put her
hands to her face. It felt strange. It felt like it was softer, and puffier
than normal. As the tingling continued, Cassie went over to the mirror.
Seeing her face, she gasped. It was certainly different, and getting more
different as she watched. Her cheeks puffed out, giving her face a healthy
look to it, and her lips grew plump and luscious red. Her teeth became
straight and pure white. Her skin, as she saw on the rest of her body, was tanning, and filling in a little bit, not making her look
fat, but stopping the semi-anorexic look she had about her. �What�s happening
to me?� she said aloud, as she saw her body change before her eyes. ����������� Cassie�s hair suddenly fell out of
its bun without warning. It became longer and straighter as she watched, and
also turned blond. It cascaded down her back, stopping its growth about
halfway down. Suddenly the tingling stopped on her skin, as it had done its
job there, and moved on to her legs. Inside Cassie�s jeans, they grew longer
and thicker. She grew three inches taller, and her legs started to feel tight
inside the jeans. Her ass began to fatten up, and her hips started widening.
Cassie put her hands to her bottom, feeling it expand. She would have done
something like call the cops, but who would believe what was happening to her
right now? Also, there was the fact that it felt so damn good. The tingling had turned into less of a pins-and-needles
sensation and more of a gentle caressing sensation, like many hands stroking
her ass and legs at once. It tickled a little bit, but it also filled her
with a raw sexual energy like nothing she had ever felt. �Oohhhhh��
Cassandra moaned as her legs continued to grow larger, and her ass started
splitting the fabric of her jeans. Despite the fact that she felt extremely
restrained now in the pants, it still felt too good to do anything about it. ����������� Finally, when the button popped
off of the jeans and the zipper�s teeth were separated one by one, Cassie�s
ass and hips stopped growing. The tingling stopped, and she looked herself
over in the mirror, marveling at what had just occurred. Her hips had grown
so huge; they were almost double the width of her shoulders. It didn�t look
freaky at all, because of her increased height. She just looked
very�feminine. And she felt feminine as well. More feminine than ever before.
As she pondered this, the tingling began again. This time, it was in her
breasts. ����������� Cassie switched between looking in
the mirror and looking down at her chest as her breasts began to grow. She
wasn�t wearing a bra, so she felt no constriction as she did in her jeans.
This also meant she could better see the inflation in action. It looked like
her breasts were two water balloons, slowly filling up to monstrous
proportions. She put her hands to her boobs, feeling as they outgrew her
grasp. As her tits grew in her hands, expanding past the D and DD-cup sizes,
she started to wonder how big they would get. Her ass had grown bigger than
anyone�s she had ever seen. How big could her breasts get? Seemingly in
response to this thought, Cassie began to feel a tingling in her lower back
and shoulders as well. She could feel, if she concentrated on it, the muscles
getting more powerful, and denser. She also felt the bones of her spine
increase in density. Whatever this thing was seemed to be preparing her for
some heavy lifting. Cassie refocused her energy on her boobs, and gasped as
she saw how big they were getting. They were already the size of volleyballs,
and still growing bigger. ����������� Like it had with her lower body,
this expansion felt very good to Cassie. It felt like she was getting more
sensitive, because she could feel every fiber of her cotton t-shirt as it
slowly began to run out of room. Her hands, now starting to lose their
ability to reach all the way around her breasts, started to caress her
expanding boobs. �Uunngh�.� Cassie sighed as the waves of pleasurable energy
coursed through her body. She felt herself beginning to rise to an orgasm and
suddenly, she realized: she wanted this. She wanted to be big, bigger than
anyone on earth. And she was well on her way. Inside her tightening shirt, hr
breasts were now the size of watermelons, and the growth was not slowing. �Yeeeesss�� Cassie groaned as she felt her bloating tits.
�Bigger� grow bigger�� she said. ����������� Rips started to emit from her
shirt as her breasts started to overtake it. Cassie continued to coax her
boobs, rubbing them all over and getting more excited as they grew. �Oh!� she
exclaimed in ecstasy as she felt the rising orgasm. �Yeeess!
Bigger! Oooohhhh! Grow bigger!� More rips sounded
from her shirt, and she could start to see the breast flesh peeping through
the holes. Her nipples, having grown larger as well and now fully erect,
poked through the shirt themselves and stood out proudly on her tits. Cassie
began to play with them, which brought her sexual tension even higher.
�OOOHHH! YES! GROW BIGGER!� she shouted. Her vision started to blur as her
orgasm started to peak. Without even touching her clit, Cassie was coming
like she had never come before. �OOOOHHH GOD I�M COMING!!!!!� she shouted as
the juices began to flow and she encountered the most powerful orgasm she had
ever known. It shook her body for a full minute; she didn�t even notice as
the last of the tattered remains of her t-shirt fell from her breasts, which
were now the size of prize pumpkins.�
She only felt the power and pleasure as she shook, her newly inflated
breasts wobbling in time. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and with that the
growth. Cassandra collapsed in ecstasy, and blacked out. ����������� Epilogue: ����������� Cassie woke up in her bed with a
great weight on her chest. She looked out the window. It was morning outside.
She looked at the clock. It said it was 8:00 on Christmas day. Suddenly, she
remembered what had happened. Her hands flung to her tits. They were still
there, larger than life. However, something was different. They were covered
with fabric. She felt her whole body over in the dark, and realized that she
had a dress on. But she didn�t remember putting it on. Now that she thought
about it, she had collapsed in the living
room. She leaped out of bed and turned on the light, and gasped at her
outfit. She was wearing a red velvet dress that was lined with white fur on
the sleeves and at the hem of her legs. The dress cut off about halfway down
her thighs, and had an enticing display of cleavage in the v that reached
down her middle over her protruding breasts. It hugged itself to her body
like saran wrap, but still allowed for mobility. She was also wearing a Santa
hat, with the fur ball at the end and everything. Cassie felt something weird
on her lower body as well, and lifted up her dress to find that she was
wearing white lace panties that fit her perfectly. Santa had really pulled
out all the stops. She turned around, looking at her new voluptuous body. As
she turned, Cassie felt something strange between her tits. She reached deep
into her cleavage and pulled out a card. It was an invitation to a Christmas
ball at a swanky club downtown. On the back was a short message: Merry Christmas. |