Helia's Huge Holiday Tale

©1998 by Helia Melonowski

The expression "I feel like I am going to explode!" ©1996 and is used by kind permission of R & D

This tale is rated RR — Really Raunchy

 

The holiday season was upon me, trying to crush me flat with its tides of shoppers and packages and tree trimmings. Of course, when you were as busty as I was nothing could flatten you. One snowy evening a week before Christmas I was online, surfing the Net. What better way to surf than with a hot rum and cider, plates full of fattening sugar cookies and seated before my PC in my satiny blue bathrobe wrapped around my bulging-in-certain-areas body? Underneath I wore nothing but my white silk panties. I was switching between my three favorite web sites (the R & D Newsletter, Inflate123 and Wren Spot) when I noticed I had e-mail. I quickly checked and found I had a little note from Santa Claus himself.

Not wanting to keep the big man waiting, I got off then got off line and gave the jolly old elf a call.

"Hello, Santa? It's me, Helia," I said as Santa picked up. Luckily Mrs Claus didn't answer. From how his letter sounded, Santa's wife was still a bit miffed at my stunt at the Christmas Party last year. Maybe a busty girl breaking out of a large gift-wrapped box embarrassed her.
"Helia! My goodness, sweet child, how are you?" the happy old elf said, ho-hoing a bit. "And how are Jiggler and Bouncer?"
I giggled which made "Jiggler" and "Bouncer" jiggle and bounce within the blue robe. "We are all very fine and healthy. I have to tell you though, that brassiere you gave me last year doesn't fit."
"What! That 44E is too big?"
"No. It was too small. I wear a 44GG."
"Ho-ho-holly Mackerel!" the joyous old elf exclaimed.
We talked about the weather here in Buffalo and there at the North Pole. I asked him what list I was on this year. The merry wintry elf said I was on the Very Very Naughty list and I would be getting something very big stuffed in my stocking this year. He said it wouldn't be him or Fabio so I could only guess it was some hung porn star or fan.
"So, Nicky, what can I help you with. Your e-mail seemed pretty urgent," I asked the jolly old gift-giver.
"Well, my schedule is a little full..."
"Like my bra cups."
"Er ... exactly. Anyway, Helia, I was wondering if you could help me by taking a few places on the list. Most of my stand-ins are too busy at the malls and street corners to fully assist me," Santa said in his usual kindly tone.
"Well, I do have plans Christmas night but I do suppose I could sneak away to help you, Nicky," I replied.
"Oh, thank you, Helia. I will send one of my elves to pick you up. Probably Goehetto."
"Make it his brother Beegdeeko and you have a deal!" I said as my nipples rose and budded against my robe with the thought of that particular elf.
"Very well. And I promise you a very special gift for your help," the cheerful old elf chuckled again.
On the other end of the phone I heard a low growl then the phone clicked.
"Santa?"
"Yes, dear? I thought you hung up," Santa said.
"Uh, no. I thought it was you. Someone on the other phone?" I asked.
"Hmm ... well ... we better go. Thanks again," the mirthful old elf said and hung up quickly.

 

It was the night before Christmas and all through the place, you couldn't hear my male friend. He couldn't make a noise for I was smothering my tits in his face.

"Mmmm, do you like that, honey?" I said as I sat with his legs pinned beneath me, leaning over him and mashing my big 44's in his face.
"Mmmff! Mmmf!" he groaned as his hands gripped my naked plump ass.
I glanced over at the clock on the kitchen counter top next to the microwave. The red LCD indicator read 11:44PM, almost quarter to the hour. The kitchen table we lay upon creaked and squeaked with our weight.
The clock struck 11:45. There was a burst of sparkling glitter dust beneath me then all was quiet. I looked down to find my big male friend gone and the tip of a red pointy cap below me. I moved down and found a red-cheeked elf smiling beneath me.
"Hey! What did you do to my date?"
The elf, Beegdeeko, said, "Don't worry. He's home all snug his bed with visions your huge busties dancing on his head."
I tried to move but found the little man's hands gripping my buns.
"Uh ... shouldn't we be going?" I asked.
"We have a few minutes," Beegdeeko grinned then I felt something big hard and long enter down below in that special place.
Not caring about time at all now I begin to bounce happily up and down on the little elf's huge prick.
Ten minutes and a cigarette later, I stepped out of my bathroom after a quick cleanup. Beeg was snapping up his little green pants, things that would look like hip-hugging shorts on me.
"What should I wear?" I asked the little man.
"Nothing..."
"I'll freeze my..."
Beeg interrupted. "Nothing because I brought you a suit."
I looked around the kitchen. "What?"
He put his right hand into the pocket on his red vest and withdrew it with his stubby thumb and index finger pinched together. He took two steps forward and one step back then flung his fingers open. A cloud of gold glitter flew over and onto me, enveloping my entire body from head to toe.
"Wa-laa! Instant Santa suit!" Beeg smiled.
The golden shower faded and I looked down finding my body covered in a rather loose fitting red Santa suit. The top was the only thing loose fitting. Instead of the pants, I wore a red cottony miniskirt with a fluffy white fur trim. The black boots on my feet came up to my knees. The boots had spiked heels.
"Umm ... unfortunately I'm not quite Santa's size," I said to the little elf.
Beeg winked and suddenly the red suit started to expand. I felt myself fattening up; arms, legs, hips, chest and belly swelling up like a balloon being filled with air. My boobs were pushing out becoming huge oblong spheres like giant watermelons but without the weight ... thank goodness. My ass-cheeks widened, growing to the size of two beachballs placed side by side. My belly bulged like a miniature weather balloon.
"Oh, wait! No no! I didn't mean I wanted to be his size!" I exclaimed as the red suit started to tighten as I continued to swell up to Santa proportions. "I just meant the suit could be a little snugger on me."
Beeg winked twice with each eye and apologized. My body shrank back down until the suit was quite snug about me. Well, most of my body shrunk down. My breasts were still enormous ... more so than my usual 44GG size.
"Uh, Beeg, my little lusty friend, what about my tits?"
Beeg looked at my thrust out beauties pressing against the tight red material. "I don't know. I usually don't have a problem with my magic ... unless it's the stuff I used for the suit."
Beeg dug out a small vial from his vest pocket and looked at it.
"Hmmm ... well, no wonder. It is Mrs Claus's Plumpening Dust. Funny how that got mixed in with the stuff Santa gave me to bring here," Beeg said. His red pointy cap floated off his dark-haired pointy-eared dome and he scratched his head.
I looked down at my jutting front. My breasts were pretty big, probably close to 60 inchers. "Does Mrs Claus look like this?"
Beeg licked his lips. "Big tits, yes. On a slender sexy frame, no."
I could see a big bulge forming in the little elf's tights.
"Umm ... maybe we just better get going," I grinned.
Beeg agreed and put his finger beside his nose. He gave a quick nod and off the floor we rose. Like spirits we became lighter than air and as vaporous as we passed through the ceiling and upper floors of my apartment complex. We came out on the roof where, as we solidified, I saw a sleigh and four tiny reindeer. When they saw me huge things sprouted from between their hind legs but since I'm not into bestiality that is as far as I'll take that.
"Brr, it's cold out here!" I shivered as my nipples popped up. I gasped seeing their size as they pushed out prominently in my tight Santa suit. They looked like they were the size of golfballs.
Beeg pulled out another vial. This one was filled with a red liquid. He handed it up to me and I popped the top and took a swig.
"Ooh! Tastes like cinnamon schnapps!" I exclaimed.
"Oops. Wrong one. Try this," the little elf said handing me another vial with red liquid in it.
I downed the contents. The liquid crawled down my throat like cold honey. I could feel it reach my stomach.
"What is that stuff?" I asked as I felt tingly all over and the cold of the air seemed to lessen.
"It's what Santa and the rest of us take when out on cold winter nights like this," Beeg said looking up at me.
Suddenly I felt that same pressure within me like I had when Beeg had thrown that gold dust on me. It started from my tummy and spread quickly all over with most of the pressure seeming to be in my breasts.
"Helia! You're blowing up again!" Beeg exclaimed before I could as I began to fatten. This time, with my boobs already fairly colossal in size, the top began to tear as the seams met their limit.
"Beeg! Why is this happening to me! Ugh! I'm getting too big! Help me!" I cried as my entire body ballooned up filling out the Santa suit. My breasts expanded further out on the sides and pushed forward.
The little elf fumbled in his vest pockets with the sound of glass vials tinking together. His eyes stayed focused on me and my burgeoning tits and belly.
"Hurry! I'm getting too big! The suit is going to rip off me! Ohhh ... I'm getting tooo big!" I gasped as the fluffy white fur collar of the Santa suit stretched down over my shoulders as my immense bust and belly pushed out against the material.
Beeg pulled a vial of green liquid from his vest pocket and let go of it. It hovered in midair before him. He pointed up at my mouth and the vial hurriedly moved up to my face. The little cork popped off and the vial went to my lips. Trusting that it was some antidote to stop my ballooning body from getting any larger, I gulped it down. When the contents were gone the vial disappeared in a little puff of multi-colored sparkles.
Again, my body, mainly my belly, shrank back down to its normal slender size. My boobs, however, remained stuck in their new plumpened state, bigger than any pair of breasts I had ever seen before.
"My gosh! How big are they?" I said running my hands up over my bulging expanses. My fondling of my giant boobs again made my nipples emerge, still fat and prominent looking the size of peaches and probably just as juicy to suck on.
Beeg furrowed his brow and held out his hand. Another shower of sparkles and a tape measure appeared in his small hand. He pointed to my chest and the tape measure did its job.
"I don't get it. The Warmth Potion was just that ... a warmth potion. I don't understand why it had that affect on you," Beeg said as the tape wrapped around my back and slipped under my arms then around my billowing breasticles. "I will have to talk with Mrs Claus about it. She is the one that packs all our stuff for our trips."
"Mrs Claus packed your stuff for tonight?" I asked thinking something but not telling.
The tape measure came together in the center. I couldn't see it but Beeg could and his eyes went wide at the numbers.
"By Santa's white beard! Your bosoms measure almost 98 inches!" Beeg blurted out licking his lips at the sight of my peach-sized nipples bulging at the ends of my great tits.
"So much for my little 44GG's," I smirked rolling my eyes.
"So, anyway, yes...Mrs Claus packs all our stuff. All the components and necessities for our trips. She made sure I had all the right stuff to give you," Beeg said as we slowly made our way to the sled.
Again, I kept my thoughts to myself.
Beeg helped me up into the big sled, assisting me with his two small cool hands under the red skirt of my Santa suit. I plopped down onto the soft black leather seat and Beeg climbed in beside me. He took the reins, whistled to the reindeer and slapped the reins to their soft brown backs. With a jerk that set my huge bust to heaving in my top, we flew up into the star-filled night sky.
We flew along through the clear dark sky. Below us the land was lit up by the moon glow. Stars sparkled in the sky along with their counterparts from the houses and streetlights below.
"Isn't it beautiful? I love this? Oh oh oh ... I looove thissss," I moaned as I looked through half-open eyes as we flew along.
Beeg mumbled something from below, from between my spread legs. His murmuring sent my thighs to quivering.
I tried unsuccessfully to reach my bulging peach-sized nipples. My recently gigantized breasts stuck out so far I could barely reach the bases of my fat oversized nipples. Still, with the Santa suit tight against my flesh, my nerves were on fire as I rubbed my mammoth boobies.
Beeg reappeared at my side with his face glistening with my juices. He dug a piece of rolled up paper from his vest pocket. "Here's the list of where Santa needs you to visit tonight," he said handing me the paper.
I took the paper and unrolled it. On the paper I found a whole list of names, all men. There were about a hundred names.
"If the reindeer will speed it up a little. They seem to be lagging tonight as if something is slowing them down. But if we get on our way we can hit everyone on that list," Beeg explained. Beeg noticed the big things hanging between the reindeers' hind legs but didn't comment.
"What? You mean there are more lists?" I said loudly over the rush of the night wind. I knew Santa needed help but I didn't expect to be out all night. I wanted to be able to enjoy waking up in a warm bed, slipping on my skimpy little pj's and bunny slippers and going down to the Christmas tree and tearing open some gifts.
"There is only one more but we can look at that after we finish the first list," Beeg said as he looked at the first name and address on the list I held and turned the reindeer and sled in the direction we needed to go.
I glanced behind me, looking at a big empty spot in the rear of the sled. The big toy bag was supposed to be here, I was sure. There wasn't anything.
"Beeg, my naughty little elf, where is the big sack with the goodies in it?" I inquired. The little man looked at me devilishly then held out a fist of gift tags.
"Tie one of these around your wrist. According to the list, you are the gift," Beeg said as we began to descend on the first house.
I wiggled and squirmed, my legs dangling in empty air. It was a squeeze but I slipped my thighs and hips then my plump little tushy into the chimney opening.
"Umm ... Beeg, is there anything you have to help me get down this chimney. Heck, Santa is so huge. How does he do it?" I said as I slipped down up to my tummy gripping the sides of the chimney top.
Beeg dug once more in his vest pocket. "Ah yes, Santa's All Purpose Flex Potion. This should help you."
Again the vial, this time of orange liquid, floated to my lips. I gulped down the contents. The taste was sugary at first then grew quite sour making me wince a bit. The stuff slid down my throat and hit my stomach. A tingly sensation spread from my belly and enveloped my entire body. I started to feel all soft and pliant.
"Ooh," I giggled. "This stuff makes me feel really funny."
I pulled my arms in and slipped further down the chimney but stopped as my jutting tits hit the chimney top ledge. I wiggled a bit, my huge breasts squeezing a little bit into the big square opening. I wiggled and wiggled but then suddenly stopped. The tingly sensation faded into a building pressure within me and I knew that right away I was in trouble.
"Problems?" Beeg said standing next to the chimney.
"Oh ... oh no! It's starting again. I'm ... oh no! I'm starting to blow up again!" I cried as my breasts that were now bulging up over the rim of the low-cut Santa suit started to rise like big loaves of bread dough. They grew and grew and bulged up to my chin.
"What! But ... but that can't be!" Beeg exclaimed as he watched my top push out over the ledge of the chimney.
"Oh shit! It's getting tight in here! Ohh!" I gasped as my bloating breasts rose up to where I was talking against them. "There is nowhere for it all to go except ... oh gosh! It's all going into my boobs!"
Beeg stared as he watched my titanic tits swell up. I leaned my head back as much as I could to keep from suffocating against the fattening warm flesh. The chimney started to creak and crack. Flecks of brick and concrete chipped and splintered off the chimney as it was forced outwards.
"Help me, Beeg! I feel like I am going to explode!©" I called out to my little elf lover.
"I'm ... I'm going to try a Transport Spell. Don't fret!" Beeg said as I saw him concentrate, his little brow furrowing again.
"Don't fret? How about ... don't burst!" I cried as the chimney shuddered and my gigantic breasts rose up and up and up. They were blowing up like hot air balloons.
Suddenly Beegdeeko shrieked, "Wa-laa!" I blinked and almost fell over as I found myself standing on the ground before the house. I was standing before the front door of the house on the snowy walk.
"BEEG!" I cried as I looked down at myself. No, my body was no longer wedged in the restricting chimney. No, my body was no longer inflating like a giant balloon. But my breasts ... my breasts were...
The porch light went on and the front door opened. A handsome guy standing in his bathrobe stood revealed as the door swung wide. His eyes lit up when he saw my gigantic tits bulging before him.
"Ummm ... Merry Christmas. I take it you asked for a rather large busted girl," I smiled as the guy took hold of my now grapefruit sized nipples and pulled me inside. My breasts were so big they almost jammed up the doorframe.
One hundred stops later, the list was finished. Every guy on the list had had his way with me, mainly being presented with my gigantic tits that bulged in the surprisingly elastic Santa's suit. I felt sore but satisfied a hundred times over. Once things had quietened down and I could relax in the sled, Beeg measured my enormous breasts.
"I really appreciate Santa making me this big for Christmas..." I said as I sat in the back of the sled where the gift bag usually would be. My tits were so big they filled the entire front seat and Beeg happily sat on top of them directing the reindeer. "...I just hope he plans on bringing me back to my normal size. I miss my 44's."
The magic measuring tape stretched to encompass the girth of my immense breasts, meeting once more in the front. Beeg from his vantage point could easily see the numbers and let out a gasp as he looked down at the tape measure reading.
"Well, either way, my dear, you have a 489-inch bust," Beeg said as he held the reins with one hand and patted one of my immense tits with the other. This simple action sent my tit undulating like a rolling wave.
"No! NO! That can't be! What am I going to do with a 489-inch chest? They don't even make bras in this size!" I exclaimed. What would I do? Who would ever want me?
Beeg brought us down to the next stop, pulling out the second list. There was a vial filled with more red liquid tied to the list.
"Drink this," Beeg said as the vial untied itself and floated to my lips.
"What if it inflates my poor boobies even bigger? I can't get much bigger. I just can't!" I said as I opened my mouth to accept the contents of the bottle.
"It shouldn't. It just says to drink it before the next and final stop," Beeg commented as we headed down, down down in a slow spiral towards the ground. "Plus, it's signed by Santa himself..."
I looked at him oddly as the liquid once again crept down my throat.
"Ooops, make that ... Mrs Claus," Beeg said as he unfurled the paper that had been attached to the vial.
I grabbed the list as the potion began to take affect. The list said: A Gift for the Guys at Uncle Frank's Fat Farm.
"No!! NOOO!!" I screamed as my entire body blasted the confines of the Santa suit and grew and grew and grew into an obese parody of my once slender self. My body expanded at a rapid rate though my gigantic breasts swelled even faster. My giant orbs of love fattened double-, triple-, quadruple-size; bigger than the stupendous size they had already been.
I dropped off the back end of the sled becoming too big for the thing. I continued to expand and fatten as I tumbled through the air like an out of control hot air balloon ... but instead of losing air I was seemingly gaining it, plumpening up bigger and wider and larger and larger and larger.
Luckily I wasn't actually that far above the ground and landed in a large snowpile. The men of the fat farm, seeing their obese present with the even-bigger breasts, ran out and crowded about me. Not all the men were fat, in fact, they were all different sizes ... fat, skinny, short, tall ... and all cute to me.
"Merry Christmas!" I said, as I seemed to stop inflating for the time being. And with that the guys crowded in to enjoy their gigantic present.
Several months had passed since Christmas. Santa had found out that his jealous wife had arranged the switching of the lists and all the malfunctioning potions. He divorced stating that he would only live in a place of joy and merriment. He couldn't trust having a woman around who might become jealous of even the little kiddies he served. He didn't trust a woman who might harm the little children.
I had stayed with some of the elves since after the bout at the fat farm I could not be reduced in size until Santa and his helpers found an antidote. Luckily most of the little elves had liked me from my years of participating in their annual North Pole Christmas Party and accepted me with as much of their open arms as they could.
Santa finally figured out a concoction to reduce my body size and it worked like a charm. Unfortunately my breasts couldn't be reduced back to their normal big size ... or, at least, that was what Santa had told me. The serum did reduce my huge bust down quite a bit. The fat farm incident had filled out my giant tits to fifteen feet in diameter spheres with nipples the size of honeydew melons. I had explained to Santa that even though it had been sort of fun to have the ultra-giant boobs I just couldn't get around with breasts that size.
"Coming to bed, my dear Helia?" Santa said as he lay in bed under a big red satin sheet.
I stepped from the bathroom connected to his huge bedroom, stepping out in a very transparent red nightie. As I waked to the bed I ran my hands down around my back and fumbled with the ten bra clasps that held the giant sexy black brassiere together.
"Here I come, sweetie," I smiled as the clasps came undone.
With a huge bounce of my 200-inch bosoms, I climbed into bed and got ready to do some sucking on and sliding down Santa's southern pole.

 

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