Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse but a twenty-four-year-old Susie;
Tucked up in bed, was tossing & turning as she lie awake;
Curveless and single and bullied at work, she wished for some curves that best Mary Crest;
She looked at the stars that twinkle back to her face, her eyes light up as she wished;
Please little stars, grand my wish. May I have some curves at least.
As Susie wonder off to sleep, the stars in the sky granted her wish
As all though the night as she slumbered, her shirt slowly begins to tuckered;
Her chest slowly rose with her breast begin to grow;
From ice cubes to snowballs to Christmas puddings at least, Susie was definitely going to get a treat;
She shifts to one side as she slept, her growing surprize continue to spread.
Her hips grew to size of bottle of champagne and her rear expand to thickness of a turkey
Her little body was so little anymore, now poor Mary Crest going to get shock later on;
As morning broke and Susie wide awake, she couldn’t move to her new size for a bit;
She looked down to her own body her face grew a grin; to the size of the Grinch who stole Christmas;
Mary Crest better watch out as there a new woman with bigger tits.
As she was about to get ready to show her new body, she heard a voice from above her ceiling,
Who that speaking in a Christmas narrating, Why he in orange and not brown?
A man in orange slowly closes the book, he smiled to his newly aided friend;
While she protests in the book, begging that her story continue a bit longer;
He closed the book completely as he said goodbye and said Merry Christmas & All a good night.