Published: Dec 22, 2024
My one-hundred and seventy-eighth caption, this time my (early!) Christmas special for this year! Have a happy holiday, and merry Christmas! Enjoy!
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You were really into Christmas. Not the religious aspects or anything, but the vibe and spirit of the holiday. Everything about it appealed to you, from the music, parties, food, and the iconography, it all brought a warm feeling to your heart. Unfortunately, your best friend Edward did not feel the same way. Each year, he bemoaned how “bloated”, “commercialized”, and “pointless” it all was, acting like a regular Grinch whenever you brought it up or encouraged him to do Christmas activities with you. There must have been something out in the world that would finally make him embrace the holiday, but you had no idea what it could possibly be. Going to bed on December 23rd, you anticipated Christmas Eve and the upcoming neighborhood party that your family was helping to host. As per usual, Ed denied the invitation, telling you he was “busy” even though you knew he was actually hiding in his house playing video games. You rolled yourself up under the covers, a lingering feeling of disappointment remaining in your mind as you fell asleep…
Waking up on Christmas Eve, something about you felt… different. As you pulled off your sheets slightly and raised your hands above your head, yawning, you felt an unfamiliar weight hanging off of your chest. You blinked your eyes a few times, seeing several gray hairs and a pair of large, pale breasts completely taking up the lower half of your vision. You froze up for a moment, in partial shock, before turning towards the mirror on your closet door. Instead of your old reflection, there was now a striking, beautiful woman looking back at you. You pulled yourself out of bed, touching the mirror to make sure it wasn’t some kind of prank. This really was you. Your nerves were jolted as your mother’s voice could be heard calling out to you from downstairs, urging you to get up and come down. You threw open your dresser to find that even your clothes had changed, becoming a mixture of trendy clothing.
You managed to find a single, normal T-shirt, but it was clear from the size of it that it wasn’t actually yours. In fact, when you went to smell it for anything unusual, you instead got a whiff of… sweat. Sweat, mixed with the slight smell of deodorant. Something about it made you feel… hotter. Flustered. You were about to take another smell before you pushed it back to the rear of the drawer. Throwing on a basic top and some sweatpants, you sauntered downstairs, anticipating some kind of shocked response from your parents, only for your mother to walk over to you nonchalantly with a red box tied up with green tape, putting it in your arms. She explained that inside were cookies meant for Ed, and that you were to deliver them to him whether he wanted them or not. She also “reminded” you not to forget the gift in the closet you had picked out for him this year, since you had apparently forgotten the previous year. Even though you should have expected this, you were still incredibly shocked that your new appearance was now considered normal.
Walking back up the stairs, your mind swirled with questions. It was obvious that reality itself had somehow changed but your mind hadn’t, leaving you wondering how this had happened in the first place. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a hallucination, and it certainly wasn’t some kind of elaborate prank. The questions only built as you walked back into your room, opening the closet to find no gift boxes or anything, but a very skimpy Santa outfit hanging on the back of the door. It was clear that it was in your new sizes. As you blushed, your face going red again, your mind drifted back to that T-shirt. Your mind was beginning to draw connections between these items, and at the center of them all was Edward. Just imagining his face in your mind’s eye brought a deep blush to your face, but you tried to deny what your body was screaming at you. You were attracted to your own best friend. Obsessively so, it seemed. You tried to block out these indecent thoughts, but you found yourself opening up the dresser and pulling out the shirt again, burying your face in it as you sniffed deeply. Your eyes went glassy as you felt your virgin pussy twitch, begging to be used. You couldn’t deny it any longer. Collecting yourself, you decided on a plan, one that would kill two birds with one stone. You opened the box, putting your mother’s cookies aside. Then, you donned the sexy Santa outfit, feeling how breezy it was down below. Biting your lip and gathering your courage, you ran out the back of the house without alerting your parents, straight to Edward’s house. You knocked very hard on the door, mentally preparing yourself for this moment.
“Who is i-… oh. Uh… hi Brianna.” Edward greeted with an annoyed voice before noticing your outfit. “Let me guess… your mom’s cookies? You know I’m not into all this holiday stuff, you know. Why don’t you just take them to your party like last year?”
“I got you something different this year. Something special.” You insinuated, taking another step towards him. “Please, just open the box for me.”
With a look of reluctance, he let out an annoyed sigh, lifting the lid off of the box. Instantly, cold air rushed inside, causing your nipples to harden as Edward stood there with a dumbfounded, flushed look on his face. You began to blush too, looking off to the side slightly out of pure embarrassment.
“L-Look, if you won’t come to the Christmas party, then… maybe you’d like to spend it with me instead?” You struggled to get out, unable to believe you had actually done this. “I’ve always wanted you, Edward. I love everything about you, your personality, your looks, your-”
You glanced down to see a raging hard-on bulging through the outline of his pants, even as he fought and failed to get his red face to settle down.
“I always liked you too…” He replied in a softer voice, finally looking back into your eyes as his hand trembled. “M-Maybe just this year… for you.”
With a smirk, you pushed him inside of the house and slammed the door shut, both of you practically crawling all over each other even as you both made your way towards his bedroom. Lips locked together, you ripped his shirt off, basking in his male scent as he took your exposed breasts in his hands, kneading them like dough. Eventually, you got his pants off, revealing his own gift in full. You screamed out in pleasure as he finally stuck it inside of you, taking your virginity and forever marking you as his. You both came together minutes later, basking in the afterglow of true love. Twelve months removed from that intense Christmas Eve, you still didn’t know why it all happened. Still, the baby boy you now held in your arms besides your perfect, loving husband was the only answer you needed. Edward had learned to love Christmas through you, and you couldn’t be any happier.