a happy ending!

By the time of Santa's break, you see all the men are queued up once again. You recognize a lot of familiar faces. Though it seems they've brought a lot of friends. The more the merrier, you decide. And more in your charity's coffers.

Things proceed as before, with the girls in the flocked reindeer leotards getting the guys' dicks up so they can quickly slide it into your waiting warmth. As you smile as you hump them for the camera, the guys look just delirious, and you feel that continuous heat in your breasts as the sales add up. By the time the half hour is up, your 'fluffers' hands are just sticky and webbed with the precum of a hundred guys. You, of course, are swimming in a sea of semen, some guys corking your tight asshole instead of the offered pussy.

You lay in the sleigh as it is pushed out of the way to make room for Santa's return, trying to recover from some 169 guys that you've serviced tonight. The little deers jump into the high-sided sleigh as the crowd subsides and lick and suck your holes clean, as you lay back and gently stroke their blonde heads.

Santa's Winter Wonderland closes for the night. The lighting is subdued as you revisit Mr. Claus, still at his chair, sitting, thinking, contemplating.

"Hi Santa!" you greet, dropping into his lap. Your thigh-high black boots scissor high in the air as you settle in to his chair.

"We did good today, didn't we, Santa?" you ask, tired, as you snuggle against his broad chest.

"YOU did wonderfully, Lacey. You made a lot of people happy, and made nearly two thousand dollars for the Pediatric Aids Foundation!"

"Wow! Who'd of thought when I came here today I would end up accomplishing so much!"

"But, all good things must come to an end. I'm going to need the sexy Santa outfit back now."

"You need it back?" you look querulously at him.

"Yes, you see, it was a bit of a loan."

"It, and it's Christmas magic, of course originate from me."

You look oddly at the man, thinking he's taking his role a bit too far. And then, Holly and Ivy emerge from the back, already changed. They somehow look even more scrumptious than their little deer outfits.

Both teens' hair is down to their shoulders now, all glossy blonde waves. Each has the same type crushed velvet minidress on, except Holly's is berry red, and Ivy's is forest green. The thin shoulder straps attach to a tight bodice, from which the material flows loosely about the top of their long legs. They come to you first.

Holly brings you a glass mug, decorated with a snow scene. "The guys down there said they wanted to give you a special cup of Christmas cheer."

You look to the front side of the closed-off stage and recognise a few guys from earlier. You wave back to them as they leave.

You sip at the warm mug. It looks like nutmeg sprinkled on top, and tastes like spiked egg nog. But the thick texture can only mean one ingredient. Lots and lots of creamy cum. You smack your lips at the taste.

Ivy hands you a similar gown to change into. Santa wasn't joking. You hand the mug to Ivy, who takes a sip and smiles a little smile. She passes it to Holly as you undo the boot buckles as you lay on Santa's lap. While you are at your lush thighs, you undo the stockings' garters as well.

Holly returns the mug to you as both teens help to pull your tall boots off. The candy cane stripes around your legs look good, now fully exposed, but they, too, must go. The girls roll them down your thighs. Off come the white kid gloves as you feel the girls pull your fluffy panties free. Santa pulls off the little cap as you undo the flared skirt, as well as the belt.

All that's left is this darn tight-fitting corset. Santa suggests you stand so he can help you better.

You feel able to breathe again as he undoes the eyehooks. It falls to the floor. You lose your breath again, just as quickly, as you look at your boobs. You knew it, they were getting bigger. The girls must have went from 36c to 38DD. But how?

Santa understands your quizzical expression. "Remember your Christmas wish a couple years ago?" he asks as his girls move in to suckle at each new breast.

You remember once asking for bigger boobs when seeing some of your school friends'.

"For every unselfish deed while wearing the magic suit, you were granted some more 'heart'. Within reason, of course."

The girls help you into a matching minidress of white velvet. After you don it, you reach over to give the big man a heartfelt hug. "Merry Christmas, Santa!"

"Merrrry Christmas, Lacey!"he says, hugging back.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!" the two blonde angels say, turning towards the pc monitors.