JJ sat on the bed of the hotel playing with his tits, as the current Mrs. Claus stared at his new face. About an hour ago his face had contorted and changed to one of the most beautiful and delicate faces she had ever seen, with big green eyes, long eyelashes, a cute button nose, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of said button nose, and some sensual plump lips. His hair had stayed the same, but it didn’t detract that JJ was now the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
But his smile! Her smile always betrayed his lust for sex, and was always come hither. No man would ever be able to turn him down, as his smile would make them feel needed and invited and wanted. When he became a full woman JJ would be able to bat those eyelashes, flash that smile, and get laid in a snap. Just as he always hoped he would.
JJ was just beginning to tweak his nipples when he felt a pressure build in his stomach, “Ya all better stand back, I think some might ripe gas is about to come barrellin’ out of my ass!” But the fart never came, instead JJ watched as his stomach began to pooch out, and then surge forward into a massive pregnant looking belly. “Well God Damn,” JJ slapped the bed. His tits still stuck out farther, but the curve of his new belly got his dick hard. “Maybe you can give me a bit o’ privacy?”
Mrs. Claus’s jaw dropped yet another time in the eventful day, and she slowly nodded and backed out of the room. As she closed he door she could hear JJ’s pants unzip and the sound of slapping salami begin. “what the Hell have I done?” the current Mrs. Claus wondered, realizing what she had begun to let loose on the world.
Mrs. Claus sipped on her third scotch down in the hotel bar. She, like Santa, knew when you were sleeping and she knew when you were awake, so she knew that JJ was still beating it, like his dick had been caught with his sister. “But knowing that little inbred, it probably has,” she smiled wryly.
“So can I buy you a drink?” a voice came from the side of her. She looked to see an older but attractive man, smiling appreciatively at her.
“Sure, I have some time to kill,” she slurred. She turned and reciprocated his smile.
“Bartender another drink for the lady, and a whiskey for me. Hi I’m Jim.”
“Hi Jim, I’m, uh, Carol.”
“Well, uh Carol, why are you here at the hotel? Business or pleasure?”
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