The morning sun crept out below the horizon, spreading its dim light over the niveous landscape. Flying over the white plains its rays reached a small house on the edge of a small town, where they shone through a small window right into the room of a small girl. Since it was quite early the dark-skinned child slept soundly inside her bed when the warm light hit her face. Slowly, she began to open her maroon eyes, groaning a little. Her black curls fell into her face, the little ribbons on top of each appearing as blurry red spots in her sight. At first, she wanted to turn around and sleep on – if necessary, she would even stand up and pull down the drapes. It was way too early to stand up, the small girl thought, peeking at to the clock. As her eyes rolled over to the night table she also threw a casual glance at her calender, seeing it still showed the date of yesterday:
December 24th
Immediately she pulled off the blanket from her body, all tiredness gone. Wide awake the small girl jumped out of her bed, dashing towards the door. Once she opened it however she calmed down a little, remembering her parents weren't awake yet. Quietly, she began to sneak through the floor, trying to tame her inner excitement as everything in her wanted to run.
While she set one foot in front of the other, cautious to make as little noise as possible, the small girl – whose name by the way was Ginger - wondered for a second if she wasn't acting a bit too childish: Surely it was the 25th of December, the day of Christmas when her presents would lie under the tree. But was it really okay for a sixteen-year old girl to behave like she was six, even if she looked like it due to some rare genetical disorder? Shouldn't she have slipped out of her light pink nightdress into some casual clothes first, or at least put a pair of socks over her naked feet? Then again, she thought, it was Christmas, and although she knew her greatest wish wouldn't be granted – she had given up on that a long time ago - some fancy clothes and a new mobile phone weren't too bad either.
Unable to contain herself anymore the small girl raced towards the stairway, rushing it down. With a huge leap she took the last five steps at once, nearly falling as she landed on the floor. Once she caught herself again she immediately continued running, taking the corner to the living room with hasty steps.
Standing in the doorway Ginger stopped, her body frozen in awe. Though the lights were not switched on yet, the tall tree was already shining brightly from its numerous decorations: Christmas balls gleaming in various colours, golden and silver tinsel wind around the needles, wooden and metal bells swaying silently in the room, little Santa Clauses riding sleights or carrying present bags, and a seemingly infinite amount of other ornaments hung from the tree, its branches buckling from the heavy weight. This in combination with its sheer size deeply impressed the small girl, the golden star on top of it almost out of her sight. Once she lowered her stare though Ginger grew even more excited, her large eyes almost shining from joy: Below the deepest branches the space between tree and ground was cramped with presents, each tied with a golden bow. In less then a second she was kneeling down next to the colourful boxes, looking all over them. Some were not bigger than a mouse, while others almost outbid her in size(though this wasn't too hard). Seeing through the sheer mass she was about to grab the nearest one, when she spotted something in the corners of her eyes.
A bit off from the tree a single present was lying on the floor, wrapped in grey paper. There was no bow tied around it, and it looked like it had been carried over a long distance. Being an outsider compared to the others this package caught Ginger's interest. Not wanting to stand up she crawled over to it, dragging her legs over the floor. Quite curious she grabbed the present with her tiny hands, but then instantly frowned: it felt all cold and wet.
This present really puzzled Ginger's mind. Had her parents bought it last minute, with no time to pack it like the rest? That was the most plausible explanation, though she had no clue what could be inside it. She didn't make any special wishes this year, or at least nothing worth to rush into the store at the day before Christmas. Or did her parents come up with something themselves?
Carefully Ginger unwrapped the plainly packaged present, behaving a bit more appropriate for her age. Once the paper was off it revealed a usual brown box beneath, looking a little damaged. For a while she just stared at it in wonder, unsure what to do – it was a little suspicious, after all. In the end however curiosity led her to open it, the small girl eagerly peeking into the inside.
It was empty.
"Is that some prank?", she asked, seemingly not amused. Going back into little girl mode she tossed the box aside, reaching her arms out to grab another one. In the middle of the motion however she suddenly stopped, her gaze focused on her hands.
For a second, it had felt like they were… growing?
Quickly Ginger shook her head. Impossible! Absolutely ridiculous! Yet, as she looked at her fingers, it did seem they were a bit longer… no, she thought, no! This was absurd! She had always wished to finally grow up, to stand equal with her friends, to finally not be a freak anymore - but that was a wish that couldn't be granted. As hard as her life was, a sixteen-year old girl could not believe in such things as magic or miracles, and definitely in no San…
Her thoughts were cut off as her fingers visibly grew an inch.
Wide-eyed and with an open mouth Ginger suddenly felt a tingle everywhere in her body. Turning stiff from the shock she was unable to move as a rising pressure was building up inside of her. Helplessly the small girl watched her childish hands becoming more filigree, rising in size while staying unmeagerly slim. Her arms were also growing longer, getting slightly thicker along the line - luckily, her dress had no sleeves. In a similar process her legs were maturing as well, making her miniature feet grow to a size that would leave footprints in the snow(a joke from some meanies at school: They said she was so small, her feet wouldn't even leave prints in the snow). Her skirt, lying mainly between her lower legs and the floor, was pulled up by her growing body, slowly revealing the youngster's chocolate-coloured skin. Her formerly loose dress seemed to be shrinking as the fabric tightened around her torso, the small teenager steadily going up in height. As she progressed in age the outlook of her face altered appropriately, changing from chubby-faced child with sweetly large eyes towards pretty adolescent in a few moments. Her black hair also extended slightly to fit the new size of her head, straining the red ribbons on each curl.
Going through years in seconds the first signs of puberty started to hit Ginger: While her face luckily remained unaffected by pickles or other deformations, the rest of her body began to curve out slightly, giving her a much more feminine figure. Reaching backwards Ginger's small bum started to develop, pressing against her skirt – fortunately, she wore no underwear. As her butt was rounding out, achieving a quite appealing outline, her legs also grew more defined, the expansion focusing on her thighs. At the same time, Ginger felt a strong pressure rising in the top region of her dress, a small bump coming out from her previously plain torso.
Overwhelmed by the growth Ginger let out a shriek, watching her chest reach out at a relatively fast pace. The gap on front of her dress quickly widened, while the threats that held it together began to stretch. Two small mounds then forcefully pressed themselves into that gap, creating a minor valley of flesh.
Though her entire body was growing Ginger became strangely sensitive to the expansion of her bosom, feeling every ounce it packed on. She only vaguely noticed her dress had risen above her knees, bit by bit uncovering her exotically dark body. Her butt was only slightly growing in size, but still shaped up together with her hips, gaining a form some of her classmates would be envious of. In contrast to all the growth her waist had remained relatively slim, though none of her bones was shining through the over-stretched fabric of her dress. Continuously growing taller her body stood somewhere in the early teen years, getting gradually closer to the that of an ordinary 16-year old.
However, it seemed certain parts of Ginger would not be satisfied with being ordinary.
At an alarming rate her breasts were expanding, their speed overshadowing any other growth she underwent. Reaching the measurements of small fruits their basements began to press against each other, her meat balls steadily curving towards perfect spheres. While the squeeze in her cleavage increased by the second, triggering a tingling prickle on the contact, a slight pain arose in Ginger's back, accompanied by a dragging in her shoulders. The young girl groaned, wishing for some kind of support. Instead, the little help her dress gave constantly diminished as it slowly dissolved under the influence of her aging body, its already pale colour brightening further. Though the fabric showed no signs of ripping yet the growth was tearing her V-neck ridiculously large, giving a generous insight to the finest parts of Ginger in all their firm glory.
Pressing against each other her grapefruit-sized globes started to flare over her figure, standing slightly beyond her waist. That wasn't too hard though since it had not much changed from the beginning, its slim appeal underlined by her form-fitting clothing. All parts of Ginger's body had at least doubled in size, gaining some quite attractive attributes along the line: Her once tiny hands had turned delicately feminine, looking like she had never worked in her entire life. The end of her dress was steadily approaching her heart-shaped bubble butt, the curvy youngster sporting a quite voluminous backside. The smooth appeal of her long legs was also gorgeous, even as she sat on her knees, the most notable feature of course her compact thighs in their shining stoutness (though her feet were also cute to look at). All chubby charm had vanished from her expression, remaining soft enough not to give her a stern look, her face all in all quite pretty. Her hair was as curly as before, though most of her ribbons had fallen off in the process, making it seem a little messy.
While most of her body appeared confident with its appearance, starting to slow down in its growth, Ginger's breasts still seemed displeased about their current state: Blooming to CD-size they continued to swell outwards, pressing against each other and her clothes. One by one the strings of her V-neck broke apart, every breakthrough sending her bust further forward. The small impacts strengthened the tingle between her breasts, Ginger's lips quivering as she tried to stay calm. Shaking at the unknown sensation the youngster let out a slight moan, shallow as a whisper, while her breasts went up towards larger scales. Though her nightdress did an impressive job at holding out, considering it was designed for someone of half her size, the rift on her front was steadily growing deeper, going down the roundings of her incredible firm bosom. The light colour of her dress stood in great contrast to her dark skin, emphasising how much of her body was revealed: With all strings broken and a clean rift at the front a good third of her chest stood at disposal, while her arms and legs were basically free from cover. Having already much to share her breasts still grew larger, together already overdoing her head. Round and full they stood proudly from her chest, perfectly matching the rest of her curvaceous figure.
Sporting an exceptionally attractive body Ginger eventually felt the growth fade off, only doing a few last corrections on her: a little bit volume here, some more bulk there, another fallen ribbon, and just as fast as everything had begun it ended, leaving the youngster with a figure just beyond the average teenager's, and a bust just beyond the average adult's.
Not daring to move Ginger sat paralyzed, watching her bosom go up and down from her heavy breathing. Her skirt had risen up to her butt's end, so one could freely glance at her smooth legs, most eyes probably getting stuck at her sturdy, but not unnaturally thick thighs. In her kneeling position she slightly stuck out her prominent butt, unintentionally increasing it's firm, round appeal. Clinging tightly to her skin Ginger's nightdress greatly emphasised her decent hourglass-figure, going from a cute bubble butt with honey-sweet hips over a softly curved waist up to a more than healthy bustline. Though her breasts were stout as rubber each move she made created a little wobbling, the resulting friction tickling the sensitive girl. A bit nervous Ginger took a look around, feeling rather uncomfortable in her new body. Even on her knees, the ground seemed so far away… Spotting the box she had opened before she began to ask herself if this all wasn't just a weird dream – it wouldn't have been the first time, after all.
Still staring at the open present box she suddenly noticed a folded piece of paper inside it. "Was that there the whole time?", she wondered, bending over to it. Feeling her breasts hanging down and her skirt rising up a slight blush formed on Ginger's face, the freshly baked grown-up quickly grabbing the paper before jolting back to her original position.
*RIP*
The fast maneuver had been too much for her strained dress: On its backside, a deep tear now almost went down her entire back, ending just above her butt, while the display of wiggling cleavage on her front had extended to the end of her bust. Her face turned even darker from the blood that flew into it, Ginger focusing on the letter as she tried to ignore her nightdress had just turned into a very revealing evening dress.
My dear Ginger,
I know it has been a very hard time for you up to this point, and to my shame, I have to admit some of the lacking joys in your life are my fault. Due to an unacceptable error in our database – we had just installed our workshop with computers that year – your name has been put on the naughty children's list for seven years without any reason. In the name of the entire company I personally want to apologize for all the missing presents of that time. Normally, only wishes concerning toys are accepted by us, and only for those below thirteen. But for your special case, we decided to make an exception with the rules. Also, as an attempt to compensate for all your hardships, a little extra was added onto your wish: I know you always wanted to look just like "any kid your age", but I think being a bit off from the average won't be to your disliking ;)
I again apologize for our mistakes and wish you a merry Christmas!
Sincerely, your Santa Clause. Hohoho!
P.S.: I actually don't laugh like this in private, but due to licensing contracts I have to use it as my trademark laughter.
Ginger read the letter once more, very slowly, then quietly put it down. Was it a bad joke from someone at school? A dream? Or could it really…?
Again Ginger looked down, staring right into the depths of her new body. A bit hesitant, she put her hands on her legs, getting in touch with her firm body. Moving her arms upwards she then let her fingers slide over every curve of her body, from the full meat of her thighs over the ample roundings of her butt, following the soft conjunction between hip and waist while running over the tight fabric of her dress, until finally approaching her bounteous meat buns. They were so large, like small melons, Ginger unable to reach even half around them. Yet the soft flesh slightly gave in as she put her hands on their sides, squishing her plunging neckline a little. Everything felt so real: the jiggling, the sensitivity, her new height - still, she just couldn't bring herself to believe this all…
Her hands were still resting on her bosom, slightly tickling the sensitive area. Again she began to move her arms up and down, just so softly her breasts wouldn't move(or at least not much). The fond treatment caused the young woman to distress a little, easing the stiffness in her muscles. Stroking herself Ginger slowly sat up, cautious not to damage her dress further. After some effort she was back on her bare feet, though she had to stand ducked due to the weight of her chest. Trying to straighten up she fought with her balance, almost falling down multiple times. Her breasts jiggled every time she shifted her body, Ginger strengthening her grip on them to halter their movements a little.
Finally she rose up to full height, still holding her wobbling bust in both hands. Though she felt very insecure on her legs, shaking from time to time, the black bombshell was amazed by how tiny the world suddenly seemed: Sure, she was no giant, her height probably the only thing that was completely average about her. But compared from a moment ago everything in the living room now seemed so tiny: The couch, the TV, the chimney - even the once towering Christmas tree now seemed less imposing. Mindlessly Ginger inhaled her environment, appearing like a little girl again that saw the world for the first time.
While she looked around in astonishment, her ears suddenly caught footsteps from the stairs. The well-developed teenager turned towards the door, a big smile on her face. "Let's see how my parents will like my "special" present", she chuckled, squeezing her soft spheres as a pair of adults entered the room, stopping dumb-founded at the door...
lol, love it!