12 Crazy Nights- Santa’s Leaky Helper [Jessica...
I thought the worst thing that would happen was getting a tummy ache from eating an entire platter of cookies and that cup of milk. I mean, I don’t think it’s unreasonable for a grown-ass man to not believe in Santa, so when my roommate left his offering to the big man himself, I didn’t think there was any harm in helping myself to some sweets. Well, let’s just say it wasn’t the victimless crime I had assumed it to be… with me ending up being the biggest victim.
Soon as I was done scarfing down those cookies, I suddenly felt a harsh winter’s chill, like someone left a window open… or a chimney. My ears were filled with “Ho.” “Ho.” “Ho.” That’s when the changes started. Blonde hair shot from my scalp and fell all the way down to my butt, which I could feel grow so large, I had to widen my stance. My eyes grew heavy from my eyelashes becoming insanely full, as the rest of my face was caked in makeup. Finally, with a painful (and okay, a little arousing) “bwomp,” my chest exploded outwards to ridiculous proportions, and to add insult to injury, they immediately began to leak out milk.
I guess since I “lost the spirit of Christmas” or whatever, I have to make it up to… Santa? The good people of the World? by lending a hand on Father Winter’s behalf. A Side Santa, if you will. And Fantastic, my first assignment is to help replenish the (frankly, small amount of) milk that I stole from Santa’s fat gullet- AH! Sorry, can’t think un-jolly thoughts while I’m stuck like this. Anyway, since I’m oozing liquids out of any hole that can ooze, I’ve been transformed into the perfect milking machine. It’s even been coming out super creamy, more than a little sweet, and when I get some in my mouth, it makes me feel a little lightheaded. Don’t know what kind of fucked-up milk this is, but it ain’t normal, I’ll tell ya that much. I’ve been putting my... progress into all these jugs left behind, and I’ve only gone through a couple so far, but it SHOULD be more than enough for drinking a SINGLE glass’s worth. I’d ask why he needs so much of my- this milk, but the last thing I need to to ask questions and land myself right back on the Naught List. I just hope I do a good enough job that I’ll be turned back to normal by morning. My roommate hasn’t been laid in a while, and he told me all he wanted was a “Mommy GF” for Christmas… I just hope no one gets the wrong idea...
Soon as I was done scarfing down those cookies, I suddenly felt a harsh winter’s chill, like someone left a window open… or a chimney. My ears were filled with “Ho.” “Ho.” “Ho.” That’s when the changes started. Blonde hair shot from my scalp and fell all the way down to my butt, which I could feel grow so large, I had to widen my stance. My eyes grew heavy from my eyelashes becoming insanely full, as the rest of my face was caked in makeup. Finally, with a painful (and okay, a little arousing) “bwomp,” my chest exploded outwards to ridiculous proportions, and to add insult to injury, they immediately began to leak out milk.
I guess since I “lost the spirit of Christmas” or whatever, I have to make it up to… Santa? The good people of the World? by lending a hand on Father Winter’s behalf. A Side Santa, if you will. And Fantastic, my first assignment is to help replenish the (frankly, small amount of) milk that I stole from Santa’s fat gullet- AH! Sorry, can’t think un-jolly thoughts while I’m stuck like this. Anyway, since I’m oozing liquids out of any hole that can ooze, I’ve been transformed into the perfect milking machine. It’s even been coming out super creamy, more than a little sweet, and when I get some in my mouth, it makes me feel a little lightheaded. Don’t know what kind of fucked-up milk this is, but it ain’t normal, I’ll tell ya that much. I’ve been putting my... progress into all these jugs left behind, and I’ve only gone through a couple so far, but it SHOULD be more than enough for drinking a SINGLE glass’s worth. I’d ask why he needs so much of my- this milk, but the last thing I need to to ask questions and land myself right back on the Naught List. I just hope I do a good enough job that I’ll be turned back to normal by morning. My roommate hasn’t been laid in a while, and he told me all he wanted was a “Mommy GF” for Christmas… I just hope no one gets the wrong idea...