Pure white snow sprinkled down upon the North Pole. The Christmas season was upon them, and thus, the entire city was bustling and alive. Lights of red, green and white lit the small town ablaze in a festive way. Elves rushed their way from one building to another, the small wooden cottages all having some sort of activity in them. The workshop was finishing last minute gifts, and elves were preparing everything Santa needed for his delivery process. One elf in particular had accomplished all her duties, and was on her way to visit something she had been working on for the past year, making her way home, which was just on the outskirts of the workshop area.

Clementine Poinsettia?, a red-headed elf of 21 years, made her way to her home to check on her special project. She kept it in the shed, hoping no one would find it, and luckily, no one had. There were two myths that humans had created about elves. Number 1: they were all very, very short or child-like. This was simply not the case. Clementine herself was a good 5' 10” and sported a pair of healthy E cup breasts, some of the biggest in her village. She also curved out quite nicely at the bottom, making her have a defined hourglass shape in her tight red dress, accentuated by white fluff on its edges. The collar went up to her neck, but it had an opening right where her cleavage was, giving a nice view to anyone who passed by. This was not really a fashion choice of her own, but more of the standard work wear of the elves themselves.

Another myth that wasn't as common, but she still heard: elves decorate the Christmas trees while kids are sleeping very year. While this rumor was limited to very few homes she had still heard it go around from elf to elf when they spoke of the human world. And this was also not the case: no elves, especially female elves, were allowed to decorate, or even go near a single Christmas tree. 

But Clementine wanted none of that. Clementine had always dreamed of tending to her own trees, growing one and decorating it, especially for her and her mother for the holiday. So, working her feminine wiles on the guard elves, she managed to sneak a pine tree sapling from the storage room they were held in, and plant it in her backyard shed. The thing about Christmas trees in the north pole was that they managed to grow to full maturity in only one year. Knowing this, Clementine swung open the doors to her shed and smiled in glee as she looked up at the towering tree, at least 3 feet tall and barely grown. She had planted it only a few months ago, and she figured it was big enough.

“Oooh! I can't WAIT to decorate you!” Clementine said to her tree in earnest, pulling out the box of decorations she had kept in the bottom drawer of the shed.

“Clementine? CLEMENTINE?! Sweetie, I need your help.” The leggy elf perked up at these words, her pointy ears twitching as she heard her mother call from the house. She darted out of the shed and quickly shut the doors, rushing over to her home. Stepping inside the log cabin, the smell of burning cookies assaulted Clementine's olfactories. 

“UGH! Oh mom, you didn't leave the cookies in for too long, did you...?” She stepped over into the kitchen where smoke poured out of the oven. Her mother, a shorter woman with graying hairs, pulled a sheet of blackened chunks of cookies that looked almost like lumps of coal. Clementine, in a fit of coughs, opened the window nearby to ventilate the room. After a few moments of coughing and letting the room air out, they could finally speak again. Her mother sighed.

“Yes dear...I got sidetracked...again.” Clementine rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head.

“You gotta stay in the kitchen when you're baking things mom, you know this!”

“Yes, yes I know dear, I'm just going a bit funny in my old age.” This caused them both to chuckle until her mother waved her back into the living room. “This way dear.” They both entered their manilla colored room, decorated from ceiling to floor with various decorations: tinsel, bells, a wreath above the fireplace, which had a roaring fire. Tiny curios of reindeer and snowmen.

Of course, this is how the house looked almost all year long, they just decided to hang the bells up, and turn on the Christmas lights in celebration. 

“I need your height, dearie. Mind putting the last row of bells above the door for me?” Clementine nodded at her mother's request, and stretched her arms up high, sticking her chest out that it nearly squished against the door in front of her. She reached the line of bells upwards slowly until she managed to get it onto the thumbtack. When she did, however, she lost her footing a bit, tugging on the wire and jangling the bells erratically. “WAHHH!” She regained her balance, and a bell plopped off and dropped down inside her cleavage, letting out a soft ringing noise and sinking down, not seen to her mother. Coming down from her tip-toes, Clementine made a reach in to get it, but decided against it.

'This might be a nice addition...' she thought to herself, turning to her mother and smiling, hoping the muffled jingle in her bosom wouldn't give her away. Her mother nodded.

“Looks good dearie. Thank you for your help. Now then, what were you up to?” 

“Just rearranging the shed as usual. I don't know how it gets so messy all the time!” Her mother nodded.

“Well, I do appreciate you taking care of it so much this year. It really needed a good cleaning. Your father has been just too busy at the workshop this year to even get into it.” With a wave and a smile, Clementine made her way back to the shed, the bell lightly tinkling inside her cleavage.

“Its no problem mom, now I gotta get back out there. Call me if you need anything!” Stepping back outside and letting her feet crunch through the snow, Clementine once again swung open the shed doors, then closed them behind her nice and tight. “Now then...let's get started!” Once again, she pulled the drawer out and collected the decorations she intended on lacing her personal tree with. She never did understand why elves were never allowed to decorate trees. They always had to leave it up to the “professionals”, men like her father. 

“Well, no more of that!” Clementine stood over the miniature tree, proud to see how big it had become. “If I had waited another year, you'd have been taller than me...but I'm just too excited!” She pulled out her first decoration and placed it onto one of the branches: a small angel carrying a trumpet to its face. “This is gonna be SO cute!” Muttering happily to herself, she began humming a few Christmas tunes as she put ornament after ornament onto the tree. Picking another ornament, a small snowman, from the box, she leaned to the other side of the tree, its tip poking into her bosom and leaving a few of its needle buried into her  dress. After it was in place, she swung around to the other side and heard her bosom jingle. “Oh! That's right! The bell.” 

Sticking her hand deep into her cleavage, Clementine fished for the silver bell that had sunken between her two juicy knockers. Her fingers squeezed through the tight, fleshy space, sending ripples throughout her tight red outfit. It creaked a bit, somewhat overtaxed. Even though it was issued in a large size, it still barely managed to stretch across her wide frame, on both sides.

“Ugh, get outta there!” She grunted uncomfortably, unable to get to the offending ornament. Waggling her hips, letting her booty show itself briefly for brief seconds at a time, for some reason her cleavage was too vast and too tight to get the bell out of. It was if they were slightly...bigger? Shaking her head, Clementine decided to forgo the extraction of the bell, as well as the thought of her bosom being any larger, and resumed her work on her tree, her chest jingling along as she did so.

“Alright...I should try to get these lights on now...” Clementine stared down at the box with a hint of dread, knowing what she had to do. Pulling out a coiled messy snake of Christmas lights, she let out a sigh and began to tug in various places, hoping it would eventually give weigh the way she wanted it to. Unfortunately, it just caused more tangles to crop out. Letting loose yet another sigh of exasperation, the battle between Clementine and the lights raged on. Eventually, a strand began to unravel and dangle towards the ground. Before it could reach the ground, however, it began to snake its way onto her cleavage. The little pieces of plastic and wire made a feeling of ants crawling over her bosom, which took Clementine off guard. She stopped for a moment and looked down, only to give her chest a double take.

“Wh...uh...what?” Setting the lights aside, she took a harder look at her boobs. Something was up. They didn't puff out of the gap of her dress THIS much...did they? “No...couldn't be...” Once again, she decided to shrug it off, attending the tree once more, giving up on the lights and resuming with the ornaments. Bending over the top to get a better angle of the pine, her cleavage once again dipped into its tip, sending prickly needles across her sensitive mams. This time, however, it felt much different. Much more...pleasurable. She jolted upright, sending plenty of needles to be trapped inside her mams.

“Ok...what is going on right now?” She turned away from the tree and to the small mirror in the shed. Even from the faint light from the hole in the ceiling of the shed, she could tell. “I'm...bigger?” Bringing a hand up to them, she squeezed them. What were once merely grapefruit sized mounds of flesh had evolved into something the size of her head! Her dress strained them and squished them in, pushing a small section of her bosom out of the window of her dress. 

“No...way. H-how?” She was at a loss for words. What in the name of Saint Nick could do this to her? Then she looked down again into her tits and had her answer: a few pine needles poked out from her dress, stuck snugly between her pair of flesh orbs. “The tree?!” Clementine yelled out incredulously. She reached in and fished between her tight breasts, trying to get as many needles out as possible. The result was a flood of pleasure seeping in from her breasts and throughout her entire body. Her legs went weak at the feeling and she nearly collapsed on her little tree. It rubbed and pressed against her body, a branch somehow, almost in a pervish manner, sneaking up her skirt and tickling her caboose.

“WAH!” Clementine dashed forward, the branch yanking out from her dress and getting needles caught in her panties. “Ooh...why does this feel...good?” She asked as she rubbed her behind. Somehow she hadn't noticed it before, but there was a distinct tingling circulating in her bosom, and it was starting to creep its way into her bottom as well. Moaning and pawing at her dress as it slowly and almost unnoticably tightened on her figure. Clementine started to calm relatively quickly, despite the circumstances. Perhaps it was the chilly air of the shed or her usual chipper attitude, but her worry about her predicament melted away in no time. She grinned down upon her perky, slightly-larger-than-her-head sized melons, projecting from her torso by about 6 inches.

“Mmm...you know, I've always liked my big boobs...being bigger doesn't seem like it'd be...that bad...” She mewled as she brought a hand down to her bottom and traced it with her finger. It trembled in response, sending a spark of euphoria through her for a brief second. She shuddered. “Oh God...its so sensitive...feels so good...” She was about to lose herself right then and there and just grope herself silly, but she looked over to her tree and remembered something... “Oh! Darn it, I gotta decorate this thing before tonight or else I won't be able to show mother it before Christmas...I really wanna surprise her this year. We've never been able to have a tree like this...father always forbid it...” She took another glance at her figure and chuckled. “I guess I...kinda see why, I suppose.” Shrugging and continuing her work, Clementine pulled out more ornaments and began to lace them onto her tree, poking her ever-billowing bosom into the tip of the miniature pine tree. 

“Something here...and here...” One after the other, she set all sorts of ornaments upon the tree – cartoon Santas, penguins, snowmen, stockings, bells and stars. As she did so, her elbow knocked lightly into her bosom, making her gasp out. She shook her head and smiled. “Whew...gotta be careful around you girls, don't I...?” She patted them lovingly and resumed her work.

Humming merry tunes as she did so, Clementine lost track of time. And her size. About 20 minutes of decorating later, the tree had finally been decorated. She took a look down at her figure and nearly passed out in surprise. 

“Holy COW!” Her breasts now had reached the size of standard medicine balls – and it was only then that the weight occurred to her. She wobbled back away from the tree, then forward, feeling the hem of her dress only halfway across her ass cheeks. “What the – OHMYGOSH!” Clementine jumped in panic (causing jiggling abounds), reaching back and gripping her behind – it was almost as large as her bosom! Two wobbly orbs of squishy, yet firm and springy booty flesh poured into her fingertips. She was sure her red and green polka-dot panties were poking out from underneath it. This made her quickly blush. The short glimmer and satisfaction and pride she had over her bosom quickly disintegrated. All she felt now was shame and embarrassment for letting it go so far. 

“Oooh...what do I do? Am I stuck like this? Am I...AM I STILL GROWING?!” At a second glance, Clementine saw her bosom pushing out slowly into her dress. The cleavage rose and pushed out of the window in her attire. The dress continued to rise higher and higher on her body, needing to cover the extra woman that was being formed within it. “Ohhhnononono! This is really bad! Its...its the pine needles, right?” Clementine asked herself as she plunged a hand into her bosom. Letting out a howl of delight and falling back onto her plushy behind with an “oof”, Clementine realized that pulling out the needles was going to be impossible.

“I just gotta...get this dress off...then I'll be fine...” She attempted to do just that. She tugged on the top of the dress, trying to get it over her head. When that failed, she tugged at the bottom of it, trying to slink it down below her. But it was no use. The form fitting dress had become TOO form fitting – there was no way for her to get it off without cutting it off – and she couldn't use hedge clippers to rip off a dress! Could she? She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head, knowing there was no time for this.

“I need help...MOOOM!” Clementine made as quick of a sprint as she could to the shed door and wrenched it open, rushing towards her home, her bosom rising and falling with each step, smacking her in the chin as it continued to puff out from her. She was sure her full butt would be revealed in no time, but she didn't have time to care right now. She needed this to stop, and she needed help, no matter how embarrassing it would be. She burst through the back door of her home and called out for her mother.

“MOM! MOM, I NEED YOUR...HELP!”

“I'm coming dear, hold on!” Her mother could hear the desperateness in her daughter's voice and rushed down from upstairs to help her as quickly as her elderly legs would allow. When she got to the base of the stairs and caught a glance at her daughter, she could only stare for a brief moment. Clementine just stood there, heaving from her short, yet exhausting run, her chest puffing up and down, up and down...but it seemed to stay just a little bit higher up with each breath. Not to mention her hips – which supported her still jiggling booty – were slowly inching outwards, past her shoulder length. She gave her mother a pitiful look, on the verge of tears.

“Oh...dear...you were out decorating a Christmas tree...weren't you?” At these words, Clementine inhaled harshly before tears began to spill down her face.

“Oh mom...why didn't you tell me this would happen...?” She attempted to rush forth into her mother's arms, but her center of gravity forced her to plummet forward to the ground, landing with a deep “thud”. The force of the collision managed to dislodge the bell, sending it flying across the room and barely missing her mother's head. Clementine laid there, tears streaming into her chest as she wept at her still slowly growing form. She could feel her tits pillowing up onto her face, and it only caused her more fear and panic. A few moments later, she felt a hand softly rest upon her shoulder comfortingly. She let out a deep sigh.

“I feared it may have tempted you...some girls seek out that sort of figure when they're younger...” She hesitated, and her daughter looked up into her eyes. She saw regret in them. “I know I did...” Clementine looked at her with a puzzled look. Her mother didn't have a very notable figure. She was quite petite, in fact. 

“B-but...you look...” Her mother nodded knowingly and helped her to her feet slowly.

“I know how to get you back to normal, dear...but we have to be quick. We only have until sunrise! I'll explain while I get you out of this dress here...just wait here a moment...” She stepped into the kitchen, leaving Clementine to observe her body. She studied her bosom, realizing she could no long see past her long line of cleavage that curved to the sides and outstretched her shoulders But even her tits were no match for her hips, which were supporting the large, puffy backside that she now carried. She gave it a squeeze and cringed.

“I'm so...so...oh, hurry mom...its still happening...” As if on cue, her mother walked back into the living room baring a pair of scissors.

“Turn around dear, back to me...” Clementine did as ordered, feeling the cold blades of the scissors pass down her back all the way to her midsection and down to the crest of her behind...but not much further until it was completely trimmed and released from her body. “Off with the undergarments too, dear, gotta get all the needles off of you.” Once again, she obeyed, and stripped off her panties, which was quite the challenge considering how tight they were. She wasn't wearing a bra to begin with, which her mother raised an eyebrow to.

“I...didn't have the right kind for the dress I was wearing.” Her mother still gave her a skeptic look, even at this explanation.

“You know I can fix that sort of stuff dear...anyways...” She patted her down, brushing any needles out from between her cleavage and out from her jiggly behind. When they were finally all removed, Clementine finally felt relief from the tingling that had been assaulting her ever since it had begin.

“Ohh...thank you mother!” Even in the nude, Clementine gave her mother a soft, plushy hug, a wide smile on her face. The celebration was short lived as her mother pulled apart, pointing a finger at her.

“No more Christmas trees. Got it?” Clementine nodded. “Alright. Now then, to get yourself back to a more...manageable size...I'm not sure if 'normal' is correct, but...it'll get you to a decent size.” She pulled out her wallet from her purse and planted 5 dollars in her daughter's hand. “Get the Elven Milk from the store.”

“Ew, gross! Elven milk?!” Clementine retched in disgust, causing her mother to flash her a face of disapproval.

“I know elven breast milk doesn't sound appetizing...but its the only way to get you back. Now go get some from the store quick! Sunrise comes at 6 AM today, so you have 1 hour!” She waved her hands across her daughter, a large pair of silk panties, as well as a plain white bra adorned her body before an entire dress encompassed her plus sized form; like a perfect hourglass, she filled it out well. It was nearly identical to the one she had blown off, but this one actually fit properly, unlike the old one. 

“Thank you so much mother!” She looked down at her bosom, on the verge of tears once more. “I'm...I'm sorry...I should have-”

“Now is not the time, dear! Get going!” She ushered her daughter out the door. Stepping out into the old and feeling her nips immediately perk up, becoming apparent even through her bra. This caused her face to flush bright red, but she shook her head and made her way to the store. It was an especially icy day in the North Pole, as was traditional this time of year. But Clementine had no time to lose, and she knew this. Despite such harsh conditions, she needed to hurry her way to the store!

“I'm not that far away from the store...” She looked down at her watch, noting that it was indeed 5 AM. There was no time to lose! Taking steady, careful, but quick steps towards the store, she knew full well she had to go down merely one hill to get to the store. It was an unfortunately steep hill, but she had made the trek many times before, and knew it wouldn't be that much of an issue for her, even in icy conditions.

Clementine made her way downtown, brushing her bright red hair from her face as steam puffed out from her mouth and into the cold air. Elves were naturally designed for cold weather like this, so even in her form fitting dress, it felt just like any other day to her. She kept her eyes on the road the best she could, but her bundle of boobage that projected in front of her blocked much of her view. Craning her neck a bit to look over it, she neglected to see an especially thick piece of black ice ahead of her. Planting a foot firmly on it, she felt it slip from beneath her. Usually Clementine had incredible balance, but her center of gravity had drastically changed, and she found herself tumbling to the side of the road, breaking through yellow tape she hadn't noticed before, and down the steep path.

“OWAHHHH!” Crying out to no one in particular Clementine half rolled, half bounced her way to the very bottom of the hill. She laid there for a moment, collecting her thoughts and coughing a bit, getting the wind knocked out of her on the way down. “Ughh...” Rubbing her sides and her bosom, she stood and looked up. Her jaw fell in horror.

In front of her lay a vast field of miniature pine trees, only about a foot and a half to two feet tall. Looking down at the ground, she noticed the long scrap of yellow tape that had been cast aside by her body. She picked it up, studying it to read the words CAUTION printed on it repeatedly, until it was cut off towards the tear at the end. Clementine knew where she was. She swallowed, her throat dry, her face drained of all its color as she looked back out at the sea of trees.

“I'm...I'm in the Christmas Tree Farm...” She began sweating despite the freezing cold weather. The Christmas Tree Farm was where elves cultivated exclusive pine trees that would ultimately be shipped off all across the world, provided to all resellers (who sold them for higher profit). She knew the area well, as she had peered through its gates many times as a child to gaze upon its beauty, trees spanning out for what looked like miles. It was a deep crater, however, and thus, completely unclimbable without the proper equipment. The only exit...was on the complete opposite side of the farm. The trees were packed so tight together, there was no sort of trail or path to safely traverse.

It was at this moment she realized why only male elves could collect the trees. Even then, they had to wear special suits. She always remembered seeing her father down in the farm wearing a strange skin-tight rubber suit while he chopped down the trees. She took a breath and shook off her nerves the best she could, putting a look of determination on her face. She looked at her watch. 5:15 AM. She could do this.

“Alright...just walk carefully Clementine...” she coached herself as she began stepping around the miniature trees. Most of the trees came up to the middle of her thighs, which put her long legs to great use. She took long, almost leaping steps over each tree, focusing hard on the ground in front of her. Every step led to a medley of wiggles and jiggles, both in her bosom and her bottom. She wanted to stop for a moment and hold both in place to calm them down, but she knew she had no time. All she could do was try her best to keep her balance as she stepped her way towards the gate.

Ten minutes passed. She began to grow weary. The weight on her chest was beginning to take a toll on her back, despite her now strong counterbalancing caboose. Estimating in her head by where she was, she assumed she was about halfway to the gate. She looked up at the sky and realized how close the moon was to the edge of the horizon. She was running out of time! Quickening her step slightly, more and more steps as well as the excited jiggling of her bosom ensued. Her dress creaked and groaned in protest, detesting the strain that was being exerted upon it.

“I...think I'm...almost there...” The awkward trek began to take a toll on her, her words coming out between breaths. Her eyes lit up when she saw what was before her: a large, wooden gate that split the wall of stone and dirt into two parts. It was her exit. Freedom. Safety. Her face lit up at these words bounding in her head and her pace increased dramatically, rushing her way the best she could to the gate in her sights. In her frantic pace, she stumbled a bit backwards, one of the tips of the trees snaking up the center of her dress and tickling her caboose with its pine tendrils.

“Oh no!” Clementine tried to stand, but the awkward position she had gotten herself, mixed with the added weight on her chest, only propelled her forward onto a pine tree in front of her, sending the tip of a pine tree plunging in through her cleavage window and deep down between her bosom. “EEEE! WHY DID I WEAR THIS STUPID THING HERE ANYWAYS?” Lacking the proper foresight, not knowing this event would occur, she struggled to stand, but it was futile. The weight, the position of being held up by two trees, to the point where her hands couldn't reach the ground, as well as her feet being crooked in awkward, non-moving positions, made getting back up impossible. She grunted softly as she looked up at the gate. So close, but so far. The tingling began to seep into her bum, then into her bust. “No! Stop! Please!” She tugged up and down on the two trees with her body, hoping to dislodge something, but it only caused more pine needles to fly into her panties and her bra.

More and more the tingles raised until it turned pleasurable for her, until she finally began to fill both sides of her begin to slowly swell outwards from her, her already incredible dimensions stretching out further from her. Grunting and moaning slightly, Clementine still resisted, trying ever movement and pull that she could muster. On and on her ass puffed outwards, feeling the pine tree rubbing up and down the various places of her pelvis, its prickly pine branches rubbing across her pleasure center. The feeling was intense and she let out a sudden gasp of pleasure. She jostled backwards, the tip of the tree prickling up and down, up and down across her bust and her crotch, sparking all sorts of feelings all across her body. 

She grew outwards, her tits getting more spherical and ballooning by the second. They crawled down, consuming more and more of the tree by the second, causing more needles to come in contact with her bosom, and thus causing the growth to accelerate.

“Nooouuuhhh...why...why does this feel so goooood...?” Clementine moaned and wobbled about, her will to escape the prickly prison quickly fading. Her butt and breasts had both ballooned to the size of beach balls, the ones they usually made for teenagers when they went to concerts. Struggling, feeling her skin stretching across her dress, she heard a sound emanate from her behind.

SHRRIIIIIPP!

The bottom of her dress was tearing in the center, and on the sides as a result of her now broadened hips. She felt the needles pressing and digging into her fleshy caboose as it puffed out further, more and more creaks and snapping threads of her now ruined cotton dress. The tear climbed further upwards, the end having an upside down V-shaped tear, revealing her impossibly-large, but still quite shapely bottom. She suddenly lurched forward, all her weight pressed upon her bosom as it squished down and upon the tree in front of her. Her butt was free, and its growth slowed dramatically as a result. But it was still subtly puffing outwards.

“OOOooooohhhh!” Her breasts had gone into overdrive. She felt them crawling across the cool thick layer of snow, sending shivers down her spine as her bosom now consumed the entire tree, the tip of its branches barely poking out of her cleavage. As she was pushed backwards, she felt her bottom once again pushing up once again against the tree behind her. “Nooo...it just got done OOOOH!” The familiar glow of growth encased her rear and it began to puff up once more. Her breasts reached higher and higher, pushing her back to a seated position on her cushioned butt. She lowered her head onto her bosom in defeat, feeling as the material finally gave weigh around it, leaving her in her inferior bra and panties. It took only a few more inches to successfully pop it off, and to tear her panties to shreds.

“Ooooh...stop...no...” Clementine was at a loss for words. She panted, heaved and moaned as her bust lifted her upwards. Soon her breasts began to push up against other tress on the sides, which only sparked further growth. “Unnhhh...HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Clementine was desperate now. She couldn't move. All she could do was flail on her tits, sending a massive amount of wobbles and jiggles in both sides of her hourglass form.

Soon her breasts were as big as her, and she was being lifted up into the air. Her butt was longer in contact with a tree, stuck at its beanbag chair size, her hips and thighs both thicker in order to accommodate for its girth. The pleasure began to get intense, and with it came an odd pressure. “Wh...what in the world?” She wobbled about, feeling herself rise up into the air, spine arced and butt pointed to the sky. The pressure built quickly. She could have sworn she heard a light sloshing. The light sloshing then turned into a very audible sloshing.

“Am I...FILLING UP?!” Clementine gasped at the very idea of her possibly lactating. But she could feel herself filling up with warm liquid by the second, and it was going so fast! It pressed into the inner walls of her tits, coming closer and closer to her nipples. She felt her large nipples get hard, becoming as large as miniature traffic cones. They pushed into the cold snow, making Clementine cringe and wail in pleasure as it did so.

Then in one fantastic push, all of the milk that was held inside her bosom began to pump out of her plump nipples, causing Clementine to let out a long and hard scream of ecstasy as she experienced one of the greatest orgasms in her young life. Milk surged outwards, spilling across the landscape, coating the snow beneath her and all around her. Clementine merely laid there, bucking her hips and squeezing her eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her body. Her pussy was inflamed. She tried to regain her focus. She needed to figure something out! Her breasts were beginning to crush some of the surrounding trees as they continued their assault outwards, now as big as two school buses. 

“Need...to get to the...store...need...milk...” Clementine looked up at the sky. The sun had almost risen. A bright shade of pink was splashed across the horizon. She couldn't get her arm in front of her face on account of being pinned between two different walls of flesh. That's when it occurred to her. “Milk...MILK! Elven milk! I'm an elf!” She cried out rather redundantly. She looked down at the ocean of dairy goodness that she released from her teats. She just needed to drink some...and then it'd be all ok...

She began to wriggle her way across her mountainous jugs towards the ground. It took a lot of doing. She felt her breasts slowly rotating, moving ever so slightly upwards as her body went downwards towards the snow covered ground. She wobbled and groaned, her nipples like fire hydrants, pumping out gallon after gallon of milk all across the farm, all whilst growing ever bigger.

Finally, her feet reached the cold floor. She took a deep breath and looked around her. She needed to rotate herself around her tits to get to the milk. Was that even possible? She had to find out. Clementine began tugging at the roots of her breasts, hoping to move to the side, but it was no good. The weight of her boobs was too much for her to carry. She was about to give up right then and there...when a trickle of something warm began to flow across her feet.

“Ah...?” She looked down and saw the culprit: A puddle of milk was spilling outwards past the bottoms of her boobage and into the snow beneath her feet. “YES!” Moving her body as fast as she physically could, Clementine leaned down and scooped up some of the snow, shoving it into her mouth and sucking out the sweet creamy liquid. Its sweetness made her warm to the very core, and the warmness began to spread all across her body, seeping into her breasts and butt slowly. It was a different kind of warmth from before, a comforting, relaxing warmth, instead of a sensual or arousing one. She sighed and leaned into her enormous bust as it slowly but surely deflated. She shrunk by the second, her breasts losing more and more of its mass until they were only the size of cars, then bean bag chairs, then yoga balls...then they stopped at that. 

“Wh...wha?!” She looked at her watch. 6:00 am. She was stuck with these now. “Oh no...they're still so big!” She cradled them a bit, her bountiful bosom swaying this way and that with her movements. Her bust had practically annihilated half of the pine trees that once populated the farm. They were no longer an issue. She reached back and felt her booty. Thankfully, it seemed her butt had shrunken down to a much more realistic size than her bosom. She breathed a sigh of relief to this as the gate in front of her let out a mighty **THUNK**. After a dramatic pause, the door swung open wide, revealing two figures: her mother, and the big man himself: Santa. 

“My goodness...you were not kidding Mrs. Poinsettia. Looks like we made it just in time.”

“M...mom? How did you know I was here?” Clementine nervously tried to cover her nipples, her breasts big enough to keep her crotch hidden.

“Mother's intuition dear...plus I could hear your screaming from my window. I decided to ring the big man here so I could get here as soon as I could.” She turned to Saint Nick and nodded her head. “Thank you sir, I owe you one.” 

“Ho ho! Consider us even, Mrs. Poinsettia. Now go on home, both of you. I'll have these old trees replanted in a reindeer's heartbeat.” Clementine's mother walked over and took her daughter by the hand, leading her to the gate and out of the exit, but not before magically fitting some new clothes upon her body. Clementine looked behind herself one last time at the destroyed farm. To her surprise, a single tree still stood among the destruction: the one that had been squeezed between her jugs. She let out a bittersweet smile as she trudged her way home, gripping her mother's shoulder for support.

**THE VERY NEXT YEAR**

“Clementine dear, hurry! We're going to be late!” Her mother called out from the living room.

“I'm coming, hold on a sec!” Since the incident, they had made a few changes to the house. Namely their hallways, which were now double wide to accommodate Clementine's bosom. She stepped forward from the end of the corridor, but almost lost her footing, stumbling forward.

“Careful dear!” Her mother quick stepped over to catch her before she landed, but lucky for Clementine, she had two big plushy air bags to break her fall. She looked up her mom and blew away a strand of red hair from in front of her eye.

“One whole year and I still ain't used to these.” There was a short silence until they both let out a laughing fit, her mother pulling her upwards as they made their way out the doorway, Clementine needing to push a bit to get the sides of her breasts past the doorway.

Downtown, the festivities were beginning. Lights were ablaze and carols were sung. Snow poured from the sky in light flakes as young elves ran across the open courtyard throwing snowballs and making snowmen. Clementine laughed as she watched, resting on the park bench as people bustled in, awaiting the reveal of this year's Christmas tree. While she sat there, a young man took his seat next to her. There was barely any room for the slender gentleman to sit, but he managed.

“Hey. I got you cocoa.” He handed the Styrofoam cup over to Clementine. She smiled. 

“Thanks Cedar.” She took the cup carefully and took a sip before squeezing between her tight cleavage, which was adorned in a soft white velvet dress that ran down to her ankles.

“You look beautiful tonight.” Clementine blushed at this statement and looked over at him, a shy smile across her face.

“You're so sweet...” Cedar shrugged.

“I try.” He wrapped his arm around her as they looked up at the large red curtain that surrounded the center of the courtyard. “You excited? I've heard word that this year's tree is special.”

“Special how?” 

“No idea.” He stated casually before sipping his cocoa, gazing upon the curtain. Suddenly, a hushed silence fell across the gathered crowd. The doors of the tallest building in the plaza swung open, revealing a man with a thick white beard and a red suit. He laughed merrily as he stepped his way down the stairs.

“Ladies and gentle-elves...thank you for gathering here, once again, for the annual tree lighting ceremony!” The crowd cheered in response to the jolly man's booming voice. “This year's tree is...quite special. Last Christmas, there was an incident...that is between me and the party that was afflicted...” Clementine's heart sank as she remembered that day, but tried to push it out of mind as Santa resumed his speech. “But birthed from that incident was something...magical...” He stepped towards the curtain and held his hand out. Without even touching it, the curtain seemed to slowly lift upwards. “I present to you...this year's Great Christmas Tree!” 

The curtain shot upwards, revealing a pure white pine tree, adorned with ornaments, tinsel and lights, topped with a big glowing star. The crowd let out “oohs” and “aahs” in response, in total awe of this wondrous tree. They had never seen something like this before. Clementine blushed as she realized what Santa was talking about.

She smiled knowingly, leaning as best she could onto Cedar's shoulder, her tits filling her lap and drooping down to her thighs. Cedar responded by leaning his head on hers as they gazed at the tree. It sparked to life, the lights bursting on in a flash, the different colors dazzling off of the white sheen of the tree. Clementine turned her head to Cedar's ear, muttering two words before going in for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas.”

THE END