The Day After Christmas (Paid Post #4)

'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the north Pole

The Elves, Clauses and Reindeer were all covered in coal.

The Toys and goodies had been delivered to good boys and girls

The factory exploded, fire and smoke going up in curls

Santa and friends tried to rebuild it this way and that

But Santa was nothing without his special red hat

The magic inside had helped him to carry gifts and presents

for all good little kids according to their parents.

But without the magical red hat he was weak as a mouse

He was doubtful he could even sneak into a house.

Lost to the damage the little red hat was

Until it was found, the little white ball of fuz

It was found in the rubble by little Elf Lulu

The pixie of the elves, the little Jewel who

helped all the others to be happy and merry

with her attitude alone, anything was easy to carry

The positive little thing plucked the hat out of the rubble

Her little frame, as light as a feather or even a bubble.

She shouted and screamed with all her might

her existence had slipped everyone's sound and sight.

The only way she'd get this hat to the big man

was to drag it herself, as fast as she can

She pulled and tugged as hard as she could

but it wasn't budging, which was no good.

She had to do something, she had to make it quick

so she donned the magic hat, that once belonged to Ol' Saint Nick

She stood there in the rubble right next to the gutter

when all of a sudden, her heart started to flutter.

Her arms and legs felt Shaky and funny

Almost like her limbs were made out of honey

Then they hardened and solidified, bones about to Shatter

“Seriously,” Lulu said, “what could be the matter?

My heart's beating fast, and my muscles feel weird

I worry that next I might grow a beard!”

She looked at her noodle arms and felt a little bump

Were her biceps trying to steadily pump?

Lulu looked down. Her quads and calves starting to twitch.

“This feels odd,” she said “Like a much stronger itch”

she grabbed onto her green tights, and her little green tunic

her heart felt alive beating to Christmas music

Her torso and legs stretched tighter and Longer

She was getting as tall as a bearded woodsy logger

her body as thin and tall as a string bean

her covering outfit looking like so little green

The tights barely reaching halfway to her knees

her little tunic barely covering those little stings from Bees

Her underwear showing for the world to see it's bright red

Matching the color of the magic hat on her head

Staring at her stature and size, people were making a habit

cause she looked like the villain at the end of Who Framed Roger Rabbit

“Where's the muscle?” she Whined. “Where's the huge bulk?

Santa always seemed like he would look like a hulk.”

Lulu shrugged, and seemed quite deflated

but then something happened that made her elated

Her muscles did swell, and inflate with size

like her power was fueled by all her sugary pies

Her abs were chiseled, as if she'd been eating nothing but air

as her calves shredded her tights, and traps made her tunic tear.

Lulu was blowing up big, like jolly Mr. Clause

and the power itself was giving her pause.

It was stirring up feelings of Jolly and Glee

“Hey everyone! Why don’t you look and get a load of me!”

Everyone looked and saw her Flex

As tits started to balloon from her pecs.

Her expression had brightened, nothing but laughs and smiles

as her muscle had stacked in 2 foot high piles

a crowd had amassed as they stared at her body

Lulu had turned into a true muscled hottie

With her power and strength clean up was no big deal

but even more important was how the muscles made her feel

she felt invincible, and nearly unstoppable

having sex with anyone, she was now very capable

Santa would retire his time had come

Lulu would take over and as a surprise to some

Belief in Santa's power had tripled among people that year

especially with men who had nothing to fear

About a muscle bound goddess visiting them at night

to treat them all with a show of strength and might

So the stockings may be hung by the chimney with care

and gifts may be planted over here and over there

But cookies and milk were no longer the treat

It was all about Protein shakes and slabs of Meat.

Because Lulu had to grow, and build on her beef

as all the elves started calling her chief

So to all a good evening, to all boys a stiff night

and all the ladies out there, a heavenly sight.

May your year be full of nothing but good

and may all you good little boys take care of your wood