Xmas Thievery p1

Xmas Thievery.

              Zho slowly crept into the house.  “Come on.”

              Gwen gulped.  “I don’t know about this.”

              Tabbatha slapped Gwen on the backside of her head.  “Quiet.  This is no time to get panicky.  Shove that kind of bullshit down your fucking stocking already.”

              Gypsy nodded her head.  “Yeah, what she said.  Look, it’s bad enough we were locked out of our fucking house.  We don’t need you to be a damn pansy about this.”

              Gwen rubbed the backside of her head.  “I still don’t understand why we need to break into my neighbor’s house.  This seems a little bit extreme.”

              Zho gripped her hands into a fist.  “Well, maybe we wouldn’t have to do that if that bastard hadn’t hid your extra key after someone decided to drive a car all over their lawn.”

              Tabbatha snorted.  “You better not be taking that tone with me.  I would never do such a thing.”

              Gwen raised her voice as Gypsy hurried into the next room.  “Will you all shut up!”  The others looked at her in anger.  “You are fucking lucky my neighbors are gone for the rest of the year.”  She flipped on the lights.  “Now we are just finding the extra key, and then we are going back to my house.  If I find one thing out of place here, so god help me, I will. . .”

              Gypsy walked back into the room, a cookie in her hand.  “What are you all freaking out about?  Hurry up and find those keys.”

              Gwen snorted.  “Where did you get that?”

              “This?”  She shrugged.  “It was lying out on the table next to the tree.”

              Gwen snatched the cookie out of Gypsy’s hand.  “Are you crazy?  That was left out for Santa.”

              “What?  It isn’t like that is a big thing.  The parents usually just take a bite to let the kids know that the big ole fat man came by anyway.  I am doing them a favor.  Give me the cookie back.”

              Gwen narrowed her green eyes.  “No!  You don’t do this.  You don’t mess with stuff like this!”

              Zho threw her head back as Tabbatha snorted.  “You. . . you seriously believe in that. . . you believe in that old fat bastard?”  Tabbatha almost fell to the ground.  “Did no one tell you it’s just the parents?  The parents are Santa?”

              “He is real.  You don’t fuck with stuff like this.”

              Zho wiped away a tear.  “Oh really?  Then are we in danger of him sneaking in here and doing some strange magic on us for being awake?  Or being such naughty naughty girls.”  She laughed.  “Are we sure we aren’t drunk yet?  I feel like I am drunk.”  She began laughing again.

              Gwen gripped her hands into fists.  “You. . . stop it.  This isn’t a laughing matter.  This is—”

              Everyone went quiet as something loud landed on the roof.  Their gazes went skyward as near silence filled the air; the only sound that pierced the inky blackness was a THUD, THUD, THUD.  The girls slowly came into a huddle, Gypsy whispering, “What do we do?”

              “What do you mean what do we do?  We get out of here!”  Zho responded back.

              “But what if they see us and they have a gun!  You people never think these things, though.”  Tabbatha snorted.  “We should wait and figure out a better plan that won’t leave us defenseless!”

              “Wait!”  Gwen held up her hands.  “That sound.”  She pointed at the chimney.  “No, it can’t be.”

              Zho grabbed one of the bellows from next to the fireplace.  “Just let that bastard try and poach in on our territory.  This is our booze.”

              “What?  I thought we were just here for the house key!”

              Zho glared at Gwen.  “Look, I am getting liquored up one way or another tonight.  I don’t care how.”

              A sudden chill filled the air, followed by a black pair of boots hitting the ground.  The girls gasped as a round man in a red suit slid his way out of the chimney.  “Who are you four?  This house is supposed to be empty.”  He narrowed his eyes as he tugged at his white beard.

              Zho raised her makeshift weapon.  “Look, you, Santa wannabe.  Get out of here before we call the police!”

              Gwen slapped herself upside the head.  “What are you doing?”

              Zho lowered her voice.  “Quiet.  This idiot doesn’t know we were breaking in here first.”

              The strange man suddenly noticed the half-eaten cookie.  “What is this!”  He grabbed it out of Gwen’s hand.  “What have you been doing!”

              Gwen gulped.  “I umm. . .”

              Gypsy laughed.  “What?  Are you really sore over some dumb cookie like Gwen here?  Look, fatso, who cares if I had some or if I accidentally spilled the milk.”  His eyes flared with rage.  “Get over it.”

              He stood at his full height.  “You all have been very, very naughty girls.  Breaking into this house on Christmas of all days.”

              Tabbatha laughed.  “Man, he really is getting into the whole Santa bit.”

              “I know, right!” Zho responded.

              “You even ate my milk and cookies.  For that, you need to be punished, and the naughty list is too lax for you.”  He turned around, grabbing something from his sack.  “You all need to be reminded of the Christmas spirit that you clearly lack.”  He pulled out a snow globe.  “So, embrace the holly jolly spirit you all so desperately need!”  There was a sudden flash of light, causing all the girls to cry out.  After the light faded, the strange man was gone, and they were once again alone in the house.

              “What the hell was that?”  Zho snorted as she walked to the fireplace, thrusting her head inside and staring straight up.  “We all saw that, right?”

              Gwen nodded her head.  “Yeah.”

              Zho snorted.  “Then where the hell did he go?”

              Tabbatha crossed her arms.  “I don’t know.  But. . . I think we should just get that spare key and head back.”  She scratched at her ass.  “I think it’s getting a tad hot in here.  I want to go somewhere that I can control the fucking thermostat.  Not some damn deserted house with no heat.”

              “Umm.  . .”  Gypsy crossed her arms.  “You know that doesn’t make any sense, right?”

              Tabbatha threw her arms into the air.  “What are you talking about.  It makes perfect. . .”  She began to pant.  “Ughh. . .”  Everyone looked at her.  “Oh, fucking hell.”

              Gwen looked at Tabbatha with concern.  “Are you okay?”

              Tabbatha leaned against a nearby table, her face bright red.  “Yes.  I. . . am okay.”  She moaned.  “I just. . . feel very, very fucking hot.  Ohhhhh.”  She licked her lips.  “Oh god.”  Her right hand squeezed her ass, causing it to squeak.  “Ohh fuck!”  The other girls gasped as they watched Tabbatha’s rear end almost double in size.  “Ughh. . .”  She moaned as she tried to steady herself.  “I feel kind of weird.  What is happening to me?”

              Zho took a step back.  “I don’t know but keep that crap away from me.”

              Gypsy nodded her head.  “Yeah.  I don’t want any part of this.”

              Tabbatha rubbed the side of her head.  “But. . . girls.  We have. . . an obligation.”  She giggled.  “To get into the holiday spirit.”  She licked her lips.  “Ohh fuck.”  Her nipples began to harden, pressing tightly against her shirt.  “Oh god.”  It didn’t matter, though, as her shirt turned red and melded with her skin, becoming a long, sexy red dress.  Her shapely, tender boobs inflated as if they would fill with warm, hot air.  “Oh fuck!”  She shook her body back and forth, letting her boobs bounce about as they swelled, her new outfit growing perfectly around her new babies.  “Oh god.”  She moaned.  “Ohhh, they are so sensitive.  I could just. . .”  She moaned as hot white liquid dripped from her nipples.

              Gwen gulped as Tabbatha walked over and rubbed her hands over her.  “I think you need—” Tabbatha suddenly kissed Gwen as her hands hardened into black gloves.

              “I am fine.”  She pressed her chest against Gwen.  “You all are just lacking in the Christmas spirit.” She moaned as her rear end grew even more sensuous.  “Oh god.”  Her belly expanded a bit, rubbing against Gwen.  “Besides, we were all so naughty this year.  We need to get into the holiday spirit.”  She kissed Gwen.  “Embrace it.”  Her tongue swam inside her friend’s mouth as her inflated nipples pressed against Gwen’s body.  “Let it flow through you.”

              Gwen moaned before squeezing Tabbatha’s massive ass.  “Ohhh. . .”  Gwen’s ass squeaked as Tabbatha rubbed it, helping it to grow and press against Gwen’s pants.  “I. . . I can feel the festive energies flowing through me.”  She licked her lips.  “Ohhh, how wonderful it is.”  She fell to her hands and knees, moaning as she rubbed her body.  “Oh god!”  Gwen quickly undressed herself, rubbing her body up and down.  “It feels so wonderful.  The holiday spirit flowing through me.”

              Tabbatha knelt down.  “Yes.  Now, why don’t you show me what that spirit will do for you.”

              Gwen moaned.  “Yes.”  She panted as a plastic coating covered her skin, and her ass continued to grow.  “Of course I will, Santa dear.  I will do anything for you.”

              Tabbatha giggled.  “Me?  Santa.”  She looked down at her body, her boobs bouncing against one another in her red outfit and black boots.  “I guess I am the true representation of Christmas after all.”  She lay down next to Gwen.  “And I am here to help give you the present you deserve.”  She moaned.  “As it’s my duty this holiday season.  So come on.”  She pressed her voluptuous breasts against Gwen.  “Let it out.  Let out your holiday cheer.”

              Gwen moaned, her breasts growing over two cup sizes and pressing against Tabbatha’s.  “Ohh fuck!”  Antlers began to grow out of her head, and her hands were turned into cushiony, inflatable hooves.  “I. . . . feels so. . .”  She moaned.  “Ohh god!”  Tabbatha slowly rubbed her index finger around and around against Gwen’s right nipple.  “Ohhhh.”  Her cheeks turned bright red as her antlers inflated.  “Oh god, yes!  I am such a naughty. . . ohh. . .”

              “Yes, be my naughty reindeer!”  Tabbatha slapped Gwen on her massive round ass, Gwen’s butt cheeks bouncing about.  “You will have to work so hard to pull that sleigh all on your own.”  She squeezed Gwen’s ass.  “You don’t want to make everyone sad now, do you?”

              Gwen shook her head. “Ohhhhh!”  She slowly hardened into place with a massive smile on her face.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

              “Such a naughty girl.  I hope you enjoy the festive spirit coursing through you.”  Tabbatha wrapped her body around Gwen, her fingers squeezing every bit of her inflatable body.  “Ohhh. . .”  She took a deep breath before realizing the transformation was complete.  “Good girl.”  She wiped her own inflatable gloved hands together.  “Now for the others.  They need to get in on the festive spirit.”