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Vintergrund Ortschaft (Monthly tale - 32) X
🕑 Added 2020-12-16 00:33:05 +0000 UTC(Women into ¿¿??)*
In the wealthy Adleman family the women certainly wore the pants, even when they were wearing skirts. It was especially noticeable around any special holiday, but it was perhaps most noticeable in December when they ruled over family matters and December was just about to begin...
In a dark green minivan, in the midst of dusk, the last three generations of Adleman ladies drove down the road between rows of snowy pine trees.
The oldest of the three, nearly in her seventies, was Grandma Susan. Mature but attractive, the old woman was maybe the shortest of the three, but also the bustiest.
She had big earrings in her ears, maybe wore too much makeup and her hair was dyed red.
Behind her sat her daughter, Ally, a woman about to finish her forties, she had a perpetually bored glare in her eyes. She was looking at her phone as the car kept driving.
She didn’t give her looks too much attention anymore, her hair, dark as her daughter’s, was tied up in a tall topknot.
Ally’s daughter, Rene, was in the copilot seat, reading the map. She was past her mid-twenties and wore glasses. She had been a mother herself for the past two years.
Her hair was braided into pigtails and she seemed kinda annoyed.
All three of them had curly hair and the same pale ivory toned skin.
“Grandma...” sighed Rene lowering the map. “Admit it already, we’re lost.”
Susan took that personally.
“My old ass we are lost!”
“Then where are we?” the young woman asked.
“Almost there!”
“That’s what you said half an hour ago...”
“And it was true, it’s just that now we are more almost there.”
“Goddammit,” Rene looked behind her. “Could you please tell your mother to show some common sense? I don’t want to end up with my butt freezing in the middle of nowhere!”
Susan kept driving but also captured Ally’s attention.
“Could you please tell your daughter to show some respect to her elders?”
Ally stopped playing with her phone and rolled her eyes.
“What I’m gonna say...” she began to say calmly. “To my mother and my daughter, is that they should both stop being such pricks. It’s almost Christmas, get into the spirit already or you will sour it for all of us!”
The silence was followed by sighs from both the grandma and the granddaughter.
“Sorry, grandma...” mumbled Rene.
“Apology accepted,” was Susan’s answer.
Rene frowned.
“Yeah, sorry, but I bet that we are not going to...!”
She was interrupted by Ally’s finger pointing between the two seats.
“Isn’t that the place?”
All three saw in amongst the trees the shadowy silhouette of a large building.
Susan smirked at her granddaughter.
“What were you betting, dear?”
The young woman shook her head with a slight blush.
“Nothing!”
The minivan reached the building shortly after that and the three women climbed out of the car whilst putting on their coats. Susan’s was large and furry, Ally’s pretty plain and modest and Rene’s was a soft pink.
They needed them to walk through the snow, but they didn’t stop them from missing the minivan’s heat.
In front of them, as if it had grown from the forest itself, stood a large cabin made of dark wood. With the snow on its roof it almost looked like a very tasty gingerbread cake... if it wasn’t for the encroaching cold gloomy darkness that seemed to surround it...
“Vintergrund Ortschaft” was written on a large sign above the door.
“Are you sure this is the place?” asked a very skeptical Rene.
“Of course it is!” Susan exclaimed.
“But... It seems closed?” Ally wondered out loud, more to herself than to the others.
That finally caused the grandma to lower her ego a bit.
“It can’t be closed...” she mumbled, going up to the log cabin’s big doors... that were indeed closed when she tried to pull them open. “Hey! Anybody inside?!”
While her mother struggled with the doors Ally noticed a bike leaning against the steps leading up to the entrance to the cabin, it was covered in a thin dusting of snow.
“Grandma, cut if out!” Rene protested with her hands on her waist. “It’s cold and it’s getting dark, let’s go back.”
Susan ignored her granddaughter.
“There must be someone inside...!” she growled looking through the window into the dark interior of the cabin.
Rene shook her head.
“I doubt it, it looks abandoned, this isn’t a Christmas town, it’s a hobo camp.”
“But...” Susan began to babble. “The letter...”
“The letter looked great but this place is shut down, and now that we are here it doesn’t even look that good...” the young woman narrowed her eyes as she looked at the ominous cabin. “I don’t know what we were thinking, it was as weird as hell to begin with that you can only make reservations in person... It’s giving me the creeps...”
Ally looked at Susan.
“Mom, Rene is right, this is a waste of time...”
But as soon as she had spoken, the three women were startled by the sudden opening of a gate in the fence surrounding the cabin, just as if they had awakened something with all their noisy bickering...
Susan chuckled.
“See!” she exclaimed. “There must be cameras around and they opened the door, they were probably waiting for us, let’s go!”
Before either her daughter or granddaughter could stop her the grandma entered into the happy place that was Vintergrund Ortschaft confidently.
Rene and Ally looked at each other, sighed, breathing warmth out into the cold air.
“Grandma! Stop rushing ahead!” shouted Rene as she followed the elderly woman.
Ally took a last look backwards before following them.
The lamps, that looked like candy canes, were off, making the place’s lurking presence even more looming.
Rows of streets full of tiny houses build out of what seemed like cake, quiet candy machines, holiday decorations all over the building, tents and various sleeping attractions.
Stores, playgrounds, petting zoos... but not a single beating heart anywhere around...
At least that could be seen with the eye...
Here and there, and slightly in front of everything stood tiny people in pointy hats, who were just standing with their arms down. Metal people in the guises of helpful elves, with perpetual smiles on their blocky heads, lumbering mechanic contraptions waiting for the light to come back into their big, joyful round eyes.
The jingle bells hanging from their bodies only sounded when the wind stroked them.
Of course there were also many Christmas trees.
Ally took a moment in front of one of those, it was just a Christmas tree like any other, standing seemingly at random in the middle of the street, as if their roots had dug into the pavement in a sudden burst of activity.
It seemed to have a weird shape... it looked as if it was a woman bending backwards and the decorations around... they look like something she was kind of familiar with, but it couldn’t be that...
The woman shook that thought out of her head and kept following the others down the main street towards the central main plaza of Vintergrund Ortschaft.
She saw Rene, her daughter had also stopped, looking down at the cold river surrounding most of the town.
“Careful!” she told her daughter with a soft smile. “If you fall in there you are really going to freeze your ass off!”
Rene blinked, as she realised that her mother was talking to her.
“Oh... Oh, sorry... I just... Thought I saw something in the water...” she mumbled.
“What? A fish?”
The two returned to walking in Susan’s footsteps.
“No,” explained Rene. “It was as if there were… naked women in the current...”
“What?!”
“Forget about it... I’m just cold...” Rene rubbed her arms. “Have you noticed that there’s no snowwomen... snowmen, around?”
Ally shrugged.
“Not really? This place... Doesn’t feel right...”
“That’s... That’s true, we are so not spending the holidays here.”
“Agreed, let’s pick up your grandma and leave.”
They met with Susan in the central plaza, where all the pathways converged, a large clock tower was built right in the middle.
“HELLO?! Is there anybody around?!” Susan was shouting using her hands like a megaphone to make her voice louder.
“Grandma!” Rene yelled at her.
Susan looked at them.
“Did you find anybody? I heard something in a pen, but didn’t see a single person... Just those.... robot toys at every corner.”
“Stop with the delusions, this place is empty, there’s not a single person around apart from us.”
“But I saw footprints...”
Before Susan could say anything else Ally put a hand on the old woman’s shoulder.
“We tried, mom, and we failed, but that’s no reason to bury ourselves deeper into a perpetual mess.”
The grandma’s will was finally defeated.
“Okay, let’s go back to the car...“
As if it had been listening to the three women, the gears in the tower awoke, some snow fell from the building as the whole thing shook, becoming alive.
“What’s going on...?” questioned Ally, feeling nervous.
The clock’s dark hands loudly pointed up to the top, the loud wail of a siren announced the hour of twelve and the whole town suddenly came to life, surprising all three of them.
Electricity expanded outwards from the plaza, lights in its path turned on.
And then the little elvish helpers activated.
With clunky mechanical moves the robotic entities lifted their arms and moved like puppets without strings.
There was an entire army of them, coming from all directions, from every street, house, corner and tent.
Rene, Ally and Susan moved until they were all back to back as an army of Christmassy robots surrounded them, cutting off all their escape routes.
Jingling with every heavy step.
Then they just stopped, staring at the women in silence with eyes that glowed green, red and gold, but never all at the same time.
The wind blew coldly.
Susan cleared her throat.
“I... We... Want to speak with the manager...”
The army raised their arms again and with one voice sang.
“Ha-Ha-Happy Xmash!”
They threw a bunch of confetti over the scared women and left them, jingling away with their mechanical clunky steps towards their many chores and tasks around Vintergrund Ortschaft.
There was lots to do before the opening.
Daughter, mother and grandma stood hugging each other, totally startled as the elvish machines did their work, completely ignoring them.
Rene was the one that cracked first.
“Okay... What... The... Fucking... Hell...?”
“HELP! HEEEEEEEEEELP! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!” the desperate yell came from the mouth of a black woman with puffy hair - it reached them before they saw her, she was running at full speed, dodging the robots, crying and waving her arms. “HELP ME PLEASE!”
She fell to her knees in front of the three women, sobbing.
Ally was the first to react, approaching the crying woman with the intention of helping.
“Are you okay?”
“NO!” cried the woman. “None of us are! We have to leave! QUICKLY! My sister...! My poor sister!”
“Your sister?”
“Yes! They! This...! This place! It... It wrapped her in paper...”
“You aren’t making any sense.”
“GIFT PAPER!” shouted the woman. “Like a gift! She moaned and moaned, but it only made it worse as the paper... compressed her...”
Rene and Susan were grabbing each other, Ally raised her hands.
“Calm down, please, we want to help you!”
“We have to leave! Leave! Or it will happen to us too! All of us!”
As those words left the woman’s mouth all the clothes she was wearing suddenly inflated, Ally stopped.
POP!
With the sound of a party horn the clothes exploded into confetti and the crying woman was left completely naked, her plump breasts with their dark nipples, her wide hips, her ebony skin naked in the cold.
Susan, Rene and Ally were left speechless.
The nameless woman grabbed her forehead, trembling.
“NO! NOT ME TOO! NOT ME!”
She curled down, hugging her sides.
“Mom! Don’t get any closer!” Rene begged.
Ally tried to reach the sobbing nude woman.
“Are you... ok?”
As Ally tried to reach with her hand the woman raised her head, her tears were Christmas light bulbs.
The lights were on.
“HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLH!” her last yell distorted into electricity as her tongue was pulled out into more of those jolly bulbs.
Red, blue, yellow, green.
Like a frog’s tongue the cable with it’s rows of lights slid out from between her lips.
Fingers, toes, under her skin, from her nipples, from her crotch.
Her body was becoming Christmas lights or they were just sprouting out of her skin.
With a deep struggle she rose up, touching herself in a very erotic way as the lights consumed her.
Susan and Rene hugged each other, yelling.
Ally covered her mouth with both hands.
In an instant, where that poor woman had stood now stood a figure made by rows, cables and lines of Christmassy bulbs, still vaguely maintaining the shape of what it used to be.
Still alive.
And very obviously masturbating, rubbing her poorly defined breasts and crotch with the limbs that had once been arms.
It shone bright for an instant, blinding the Adleman women and piercing their ears with a buzzing sound and then, right at that erotic peak, the lights turn off and collapsed into a pile.
The robots kept doing their chores.
The three women looked shocked and pale.
Ally had a hand over her beating chest, she began to walk towards the pile.
“She... She became bulbs...” the terrified mother whispered.
“Mom! Stop! Don’t touch that!” begged Rene.
“We have to help her...!”
“Help how?”
“Somehow!”
Ally leaned to pick up the bulbs, the bulbs reacted to her hand, they lifted up and jumped, lighting fast, whipping and wrapping themselves around Ally’s arm.
“ALISON!” screamed Susan, as she watched her daughter struggling.
More of the cables jumped, climbed, slid and tied themselves around Ally’s body, the more she pulled the more the Christmas lights reacted.
“It’s strong! It’s... alive...!” grunted Ally.
Just like ropes the lights wrapped and tied themselves around the mom’s body, not blindly, but with the will and purpose of bondage. It lifted her breasts, pressed her thighs, right in that uncomfortable way that made it so devilishly pleasant. The shape of the once-woman appeared here and there as the lights devoted themselves to their erotic craft.
No matter how much she struggled, no matter how much Rene and Susan pulled, Ally was bound by the lights, arms crossed behind her back, her hips leaning forward, a line of lights in her butt and her breasts were exquisitely delineated.
Helplessly aroused.
“Mom!” screamed Rene trying to save Ally.
Ally was blushingly horny, she looked to her left and saw the light-woman’s face, looking down at her, smiling in literally a shiny way.
“Please...” begged Ally, feeling that, beyond the lewdness, that a new terrible thing was about to happen.
Yet she didn’t recoil or feel afraid when the lights leaned and kissed.
“Ally!” shouted Susan.
It didn’t work.
Ally’s clothes blew away as confetti, leaving her totally naked in the middle of that street with it’s busy elves.
The lights around her body didn’t turn off, but also didn’t move any more.
She didn’t move either... she wasn’t going to move much more at all...
She looked at her daughter and her mother, her mother and her daughter who were staring, speechless, at her big areolas and nipples and her bushy crotch.
“Oh, dear...” was the last thing she said before the twisting changes took over her being. “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Toes excavated the ground beneath, digging deeply into the soil, all across her body small branches sprouted from her skin, one of her nipples even elongated into one of them.
Restrained and planted Ally could only wiggle, rubbing her branched pussy against the lights, as the taste of resin took hold in her throat.
Around her hips the branches grew quicker and wider.
It looked like a dress...
It was the foliage of a pine tree...
“MOM! NO! NO!” yelled Rene, grabbing the side of her head as she saw her mother become a plant.
“My god! Alison!” Susan sobbed in complete shock as she saw white skin turn into greyish brown bark.
Her neck and her whole spine stretched longer, but gradually she began to wiggle less and less as limb merged with limb and her woody womanly figure was covered by branches of needle-like leaves.
She could taste water and salt with her toes and her toes felt as if they had multiplied and were much longer.
With considerable effort she looked at the other two from the top of the tree she almost was.
“GIRLSSSSH...!” she struggled to groan. “YOU! HAVE! LEAVE! NOOOOOOOOOOOW!”
A branch was formed from her tongue, muffling her command, she gave them both a last glance as her head was pulled back because of her stiffening neck.
Golden tears of resin, a final muffled sob becoming an orgasmic moan.
No hair, skin or bone, a sturdy, motionless plant.
Just like that Ally Adleman became another one of the many pine trees decorating the Christmas town of Vintergrund Ortschaft. The lights already set around the motionless plant, blinking joyfully despite not being connected to anything.
In the front of the tree Susan had collapsed onto her knees.
“My... Girl...”
Rene, shaking as she was, stood firm, she grabbed her grandma’s shoulder.
“Get up, grandma, we have to leave!”
“But... We can’t leave her there...”
“We will come back, but we can’t do anything now, let’s move!”
“B-but...!”
“SHE’S A TREE!” yelled Rene as she pulled up her grandma.
Susan kept looking at the Christmas tree as she was dragged away by her granddaughter. They only had to follow the straight path from the centre of the town to the exit.
Their feet moved quickly, they were not disturbed, but had to dodge a couple of robots carrying heavy boxes. Around them the crafty machines were busy hanging decorations, turning on lights, shoveling snow and a hundred other seasonal chores. The once so cold and dead looking town was now a boiling center of activity which was so hectic that it even made the snow melt.
Susan was the one who had to pull Rene out of the way when a large sleigh crossed their path. A sleigh pulled by what seemed to be an empty red sleigh bell harness.
“This is insane...!” muttered Susan, noticing that beneath where the empty harness passed hoof marks were left in the snow.
“Move!” demanded Rene grabbing her grandma’s arm.
So focused was she on escaping that Rene didn’t see the second sleigh and once more she had to be saved by Susan.
Without hesitation Susan pushed her granddaughter out of the way.
Rene hit the floor, groaning as she got up as quickly as she could and looked back despite not wanting to know what had happened.
The sleigh had completely stopped without touching the women.
Susan was standing in the middle of the road, fighting against one of those harnesses that was trying to tie itself around her body.
“Grandma...” Rene gasped.
“Rene!” grunted Susan as she struggled. “RENE!”
As fast as she could Rene moved to aid her grandma, but once again it was the same, no matter what either of them did, the harness closed around Susan’s tits.
They look at each other, desperation in their eyes.
“Heeeelmmphhhhh...!” was all Susan managed to say before the bit was forced into her mouth.
The confetti explosion made Rene move away.
Her grandma was naked out in the merciless freezing night, fighting against the harness, making the sleigh bells tinkle. Rene hurried to help, despite already fearing in her heart that her grandmother was already far beyond any help.
“Grandma! Grandma!”
She tried her best to help with the harness but of course failed.
Susan’s body, mature, but well aged, was like an omen of Rene’s own future. Thick nipples in large saggy breasts, wide hips but surprisingly well shaved.
“NGHHHHHHHHHH!” came from between Susan’s clenched teeth. “NHHHHHHHH!”
The old woman’s eyes filled with gloom.
“Resist please! Please!” begged her granddaughter.
Antlers sprouted from the grandma’s forehead.
Like daughter, like mother: Susan changed in a quick spectacular burst, with the difference being that she was becoming no simple vegetable.
Muscles expanded in her back, widening the woman’s frame as the bones of her legs cracked and stretched.
Rene used to be taller than her grandmother, but as she took backwards steps away from the transforming granny Susan came to tower over her.
Fingers and toes deformed into hooves, patches of dark fur, long ears and a tail adorning her rear. The once so proud breasts deflated into her chest as udders inflated in her no longer well shaved crotch.
Shoulders snapped, neck expanded and elongated, it was a true Christmas miracle that the grandmother managed to remain standing on her back hooves as the rampant changes gained in speed and bluntness.
It was obvious, it had been obvious maybe even before she got her antlers.
Ally was a holiday tree.
Susan a reindeer.
Those forest creatures bestowed by myth with the dubious honor of pulling Santa’s flying sleigh.
So inhuman and large.
“I... I will come back... I promise...” babbled Rene.
“GEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!” Susan bleated loudly as her face pushed into a more fitting muzzle.
Despite her best efforts the beast inevitably landed down on all fours as the changes followed their natural shifting course to their ultimate conclusion.
A reindeer, a female reindeer with a dark coat and a tuft of red hair between the antlers, a curly tuft that would certainly match the rest of the fur when time washed away the dye.
The robot elves arrived at their stiff laborious pace, they surrounded the startled reindeer and began to calm the creature and get her ready for the stalls, not caring at all when the beast kicked down one of them.
It was handy for the machines that the mature female already had a harness on.
Amongst the sea of robot arms the reindeer looked at her still human granddaughter, a terrified glance in her large beastly eyes.
Rene gulped.
“I WILL COME BACK!” she yelled... and began to run away in the other direction, followed by the reindeer’s defeated grunts...
Only one thing was on her mind: Escape.
Or at least she hoped that was the only thing.
In her blind runaway panic her brain kept jumping backwards and forward from those scenes of transformation, from the reshaping of bodies and the obviously intensely lewd pleasure it made it’s victim feel.
That thought resonated in her groin as strongly as the fear.
An army of robotic elves blocked the path, she pivoted to the left, jumped over a fence, then a bush and then splashed into the cold river.
Luckily for Rene it was a swallow stream, but that didn’t make it easier to leave the cold water. It bit her skin and hardened her nipples, she lost her glasses, one of her pigtails became untied... and she felt hundreds of long nailed fingers fondling her...
She emerged from the water, crawled out of the river, coughing, cold, yet somehow not freezing.
Actually quite cold.
“Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh...”
Those were her moans as she crawled away until a firm grip grabbed her ankle.
Terrified, almost without daring to, she glanced back and saw the arm made of water coming out of the river that was holding her in place and the dozens of women made of the same liquid rising out of the current.
Women of all shapes, nude the the bone and made of flowing water.
“Sister... Sister... Sister...” was their giggling chorus.
“NO! NO! Let me go!”
Rene’s clothes explode, confetti in the floor.
The watery women flowed, slid and crawled out of the river.
A singular liquid made of many individuals.
Many of them stayed around Rene, touching and rubbing, as if they were giving her a massage. Rene’s lips trembled as her vagina was touched.
The biting cold of those supernatural fingers made steam when gthey made contact with her hot sex.
“Let me go...!” she begged.
Only giggles as answers.
Rene tried to stand, to shake them off, which is what made her realize she couldn’t feel her feet, neither could move them, because they had become snow.
Her mouth was wide open as she witnessed, speechless, how where she was touched by those women the flesh crystallized into frozen water.
Pure white snow.
Around her she saw more of those nymphs, they danced around until they found the proper place, perhaps the one that made them feel, then they squatted or knelt down and were sculpted by their sisters into snow.
Rene saw two of them doing it to each other.
She shook her head.
“Aaaaah...! Aaaaaah!”
The nymphs sculpting her had already turned her into a large snowball from the waist down, the bigger of three, she already knew.
They rubbed her shoulders, forced her to cross her arms underneath her breasts. A freezing chill rubbed her ice rock nipples.
“When spring comes we all melt back to home...” whispered one of the water ladies.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”
On the middle snowball two tinier balls were left.
That was her fate.
Snowwoman
Dozens of hands began to touch her head, the water seemed to penetrate into the core of her mind, of her essence... and...
It wasn’t all that bad...
Her face was a mask on a ball of snow, despite her lungs being gone she was still alive, she could breath and gasp.
“I’m... Not... Leaving...”
When the hands moved away only a vague snowy sculpture remained.
The nymphs left their new sister there and, equally happy and dutiful, went to get ready for the opening, it was a busy night and none of them wanted to end up in a poor spot when they wouldn’t be seen.
Shortly after that elves began to decorate the water nymphs newly made snow.
On the one that was Rene they put pebbles where nipples should go and also as buttons, eyes and a smile, a red scarf around the neck, branches for arms, pine branches for her pigtails and the classic carrot for a nose.
One of the crafty robot elves fished her glasses from the river and put them resting on the carrot.
In the nearby stalls, the noise of mating indicated that the new female reindeer was being acclimated to her new status.
The mating noises and her bellows full of pleasure.
And in the town’s square another couple of elves finished putting some extra decorations on a new Christmas tree.
The mistress of Vintergrund Ortschaft, the wicked wife of Santa Claus, would soon return to the town, everything needed to be ready by then. For the big yearly opening that filled the young and the old with Christmassy joy.
Even the Adleman family would enjoy it when, after a very calm and unremarkable season, they would be fortunate enough to receive a lifetime pass to the winter wonderland.
