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Suited for Christmas
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“I hope he ends up liking this thing, it was like 50 bucks on Amazon” you mutter to no one in particular as you set the wrapped protein powder tub under the plastic Christmas tree crammed into the corner of your dorm room. A nice decoration you and your roommate Ray set up when neither was able to head home for the holidays, hoping to alleviate the loneliness of a winter break without your families by doing a gift exchange between yourselves “What is this?” a piece of paper entangled between the fake branches catches your eye, you snatch it without question, opening it to reveal Ray’s neat handwriting in blue ink ‘Dear Santa, I hope this letter finds you. For this Christmas, I want a woman to finall-’ “Whoa!” you snap the letter shut to respect some of your friend’s privacy, giggling at the idea of a 24-year-old man writing his Christmas card like a kid as you tuck the letter back in between the branches, baffled by what you were able to read from it “A woman seriously? I have to set the dude up if he’s getting desperate enough to ask Santa for a relationship” you ponder, backing towards the bed to wait for your roommate to arrive, at least until something nearly trips you off your feet “Fuck!” echoing a loud crunch when your foot manages to break the fall, by stomping on the offending object “Shit…” the word slips out when your gaze meets the paper wrapped box at your feet, dented at the corner where your shoe stepped into it “From Santa to Ray…” you frown at the card embedded into the box’s mangled corner, and with a resigned sigh, you begin to open it up as curiosity beats out the guilt of breaking a present.
Careful fingers peel away at the wrapping paper that wasn’t damaged, lifting the lid to reveal the black fabric of a skin suit, neatly folded within the confines of the box “That’s a… strange gi- mmph!” your words are cut off by the mass of fabric lunging at you, unfurling with supernatural speed and wrapping itself airtight around your body “Mmmph! Hhhmph!” you attempt to scream through the fabric as it begins to squeeze. Muscle, fat and bone protest audibly at the tightening surface, compressing every inch of your body into a silhouette it was never meant to fit into “Haagh!” you gasp for air the moment an orifice opens in your textile cage, grasping at a nearby desk to steady your abused body on its surface “Holy…” your eyes widen after the intake of oxygen, fixated on the hands slowly unravelled on the wooden surface as the suit retreats up your arms. They are perfect dainty things only countless hours of care could shape, ideally complimenting the thin limbs they are attached to as the textile crawls further up your body, settling its shape into a red négligée that barely covers your slim torso, and matched by a fluffy Santa hat sitting atop strands of hair that tickle down your back. Those perfectly shaped fingers come to touch gloss covered lips that are about to shriek as your mascara painted eyes rake down the extent of curvy damage previously unseen under the slope of mounds that shouldn’t be pushing out of a man’s chest; a narrow waist giving way to, well, womanly hips where two nicely long and plump legs sit, rubbing your now soft thighs together as you attempt and feel an organ that is no longer where it should be “Fuck…” you look exactly like “... a woman”
“But how… how?!” panic sets in, that and hormones foreign to your old anatomy, as you gaze at the pretty face staring back through your full body mirror [Host query detected; playback initiated] your mane whips around at the unfamiliar voice so suddenly filling your brain “Hello?” you ask out loud at the empty dorm room, interrupted almost immediately by a voice you do perfectly recognize [Dear Santa, for this Christmas I want a woman to finally enter my love-life…] “Goddammit Ray…” fingers curl around the now red fabric covering your frame, cursing the situation your friend’s Christmas letter has put you in [... If I’m not being too greedy, I like my girls busty. Big enough that they overflow her tops and my hands…] “WHAT?!” the pitch of your scream surprises even yourself, quickly overshadowed by a heated discomfort building around your chest “Oooh~” the pooling heat makes you bend at the waist while you hug your soft tummy, dangling your petite mounds as they quiver like jelly, filling with a mounting flow of fat that pushes them further off your body “Mmm~” your delicate hand drags over the fabric struggling to accommodate their growing size “Aaah!~” accidentally poking a hardened nipple spearing the thin cloth, and momentarily forcing you to witness them swell up another cup size. Skin stretches impossibly fast under your vision, inflating with tissue until blue veins trace faint outlines in your impressive cleavage “Jesus Ray…” a faint smile sets in your lips, unable to contain it when presented with such a beautiful set of tits. Carefully, you press your fingers into the doughy expanse, sinking knuckle deep into the plush breasts attached to your body “Mmph~” they feel impossibly addicting, so easy to squeeze and play around with that you can’t help but indulge in them, they are yours now so where’s the issue in that?
[...a nice and thick ass would be nice to hold on to during, well, you know…] “Come on!” you complain at the perverted request, doubling over with steady hands on the nearby desk to brace for the inevitable change “Mmm~” warmth spreads through your lower half, pushing out your butt cheeks as tissue spreads below your hips. Arching your back to adjust its weight as your ass molds into a perfect bubble butt, sticking out from your body like a shelf of pure booty “What am I supposed to do with this?!” you scoff, glancing over your shoulder to admire how the garment fails to hold onto your rear “Oh~” and you can not resist the temptation to grab onto it, jiggling the hefty orbs with your fingers, quite transfixed in the way the enticingly wobble back into place
“It is quite nice actually” [...I wouldn’t mind if she’s had a boyfriend before, actually scratch that, I want her to be really experienced…] you barely finished praising the suit’s work before the next part of Ray’s letter makes you regret those words “How am I even supposed to gain that ex- ooh!~” a needy moan escapes you as the warmth moves into your skull, assaulting your brain with memories of events that never actually happened. Countless first dates full of flashing your cleavage, passionate nights within weeks of knowing your boyfriends, waking up after to dutifully service their morning wood with your warm throat.
“Stop- Mmmph~” you protest against the suit’s programming as it pumps countless memories that frame you as the campus slut, setting you up with every one of your male acquaintances through sexual scenarios, until pleasing a man is but second nature in your mind [... oh, and I want her to be brunette if possible. Thank you, Santa, and merry Christmas!] the strands veiling your face swiftly adjust in response, changing color directly from the root as you adjust to the new memories drifting through your mind “At least he has good taste in his women” you chuckle through the anxiety ready to burst from your body, reluctantly admiring the flawless masterpiece the suit has left you in. Everything jiggles into place under the prodding of your exploring fingers, squeezing your supple breasts and settling around the expansive globes of your ass.
They feel so nice that you can’t help the beautiful smile forming on your face, one quickly replaced by panic as a knock hits the door “Wai-!” you can’t finish before it sways open, a very astounded Ray sitting at the entrance to your dorm as he gazes at the beauty inhabiting it “Who are you?” you blink once at his question, dashing through responses before something settles in your expression, something hungry for the man standing in your doorway “I’m your present silly!” the words slip out without your input as you stride towards him with an enticing sway to your hips “I heard you were looking for someone special this Christmas? Someone like me, maybe?~” the sweet words work wonders to harden him underneath his jeans, his erection only worsening as you lean in. Dangling your heavy tits for his eyes while your hands glide across their surface, not so subtly squeezing them together into an exquisite display of cleavage, overflowing from your palms and no doubt his too just how he wanted them.
“Is this for me?~” your body kneels between his body, pawing at his jeans with a giggle at how stiff he is, specially the member that jumps out when you finally manage the zipper down “Hmmm~” assaulting your senses with the scent of his lust which you so happily breath in “Dosh you wansh me ts tahe carhe of thish?~” you ask focused on his panting face, slurring your words as your tongue tastes the salty skin from his balls to the edge of his cock’s head, kissing the slit when he nods with wide eyes “Merry Christmas babe~” and sinking down until your nose can feel his pubic hair, pulling back with greedy bobs as saliva drips down onto the torn wrapping scattered through the floor.
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Here's a late Christmas story, hope you had an amazing time during the holidays! See ya on the next one : )
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