"Who the hell ordered this many candy canes?" Caroline Kant, asked herself as she stared at the delivery that had been waiting for her when she arrived at work that day. It was a large cardboard box filled to the brim with stereotypical snack-sized candy canes, far more than anybody should rightfully have to deal with. While a large box of candy wasn't normally a problem, the sheer amount of it was. It wasn't just one box, it was many individual boxes, possibly several dozen small ones each packed with candy canes. Forget a Christmas's worth of peppermint candy canes, this was a whole year's worth! Not to mention, they had less than thirty employees at the law firm where she was employed! Carol remembered somebody or other higher up mentioning that they wanted some to go in a bowl for visitors, and had probably intended to get just one of these many boxes. The accounting department was going to tear apart whoever screwed up their order and received at least a thousand candy canes, that was for sure.
She collapsed into her chair and rubbed her eyes, having gotten a poor night's sleep dealing with all of the Christmas nonsense she had to arrange, with all of the relatives coming over and gifts that needed to be bought. Carol hated buying gifts, it ate into her meagre savings and she rarely felt like the recipient deserved them. It would have been easier if she hadn't been working a dead-end receptionist job in her late twenties, constantly wondering when she'd be replaced by some younger woman who made better eye-candy than her quite plain self. She had mud-brown hair, a nose that had always been too wide for her liking, and unremarkable features, causing her to be chronically dateless and never seem to find anybody under the mistletoe. Being a receptionist had drained her desire to meet new people, and it had reflected on her lacking love life.
At her age Christmas had quite lost its lustre, being a stressful time at work as everybody was pushed to the wire trying to get everything done before their thankfully mandated break, only for her to go home and have to deal with annoying relatives she never wanted to see otherwise. Still, if the biggest problem she had this Christmas was a giant box of candy that didn't seem to be addressed to anybody or have any receipts she could find, merely including a simple note that read "For a stress-free holiday season". The mousy woman wondered if she should go find a bowl, supposing these were probably meant to be complimentary and handed out to any visitors or staff who passed by. She glanced with a slight grimace at the fuzzy velvet red santa hat that had been dumped on her desk by her boss, which she had no interest in wearing whatsoever even if held at gunpoint. If he ever showed up, which he rarely did, she'd just claim she took it off for a moment, put it on, and then throw it away as soon as he was out of eyeshot. Maybe she'd say she spilled coffee on it or something.
"I need a... wait, the coffee machine is still broken." Caroline groaned, feeling like she was going to pass out in her chair. Her gaze naturally fell on the sugary treats before her, wondering if a jolt of sugar was just what she needed to get going in the morning. It was bad for her teeth but... screw it, she deserved it. She didn't even like them that much, but her slightly chubby body that she constantly denied candy to to keep her weight under control had a real sugar craving when she got going. She picked one out of one of the boxes on top, and as soon as she laid her tongue on it there was a strange tingle that caused her to wrap her lips around it with enthusiasm. These were good, great even! Caroline began to suck on it, not noticing at all that her thin lips were starting to rapidly fill out around it, until by the time the slightly dissolved end was pulled free, she had large, kissable lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Feeling a little perkier already, Caroline bit the softened curvy end off entirely, turning it into more of a stick than a cane as she let the delicious candy melt in her mouth, her hair slowly brightening in colour as her nose narrowed. Whoever ordered these must have paid for the good stuff, Carol decided, her sensible short heels starting to gain an inch or two as she spoke, her cheap dark pantyhose starting to turn particularly sheer, lightening to better match the colour of her pale flesh while her lips gained a layer of red lipstick that matched the swirl around the cane. The blemishes on her face began to smooth out as if washed away by a professional beautician's brush, and her eyelashes turned long and dark, her eyes almost seeming to grow slightly as the bags under them vanished, giving her an innocent look. She was already feeling energised, wondering just how much sugar was in these things, not noticing that her hair was turning a sandy blonde and starting to grow from its simple bob cut to fall down to her shoulders.
She pushed the rest of the stick through her puffy lips, her cheekbones rising as she completed her transformation from plain to beautiful in a matter of seconds, her nails growing and gaining a layer of varnish that she had never bothered with once in her life before. With half of the cane gone, Carol couldn't help but slide the rest into her mouth, letting out an sound of delight as the delicious taste filled her mouth once again. She leaned back in her chair again, her modest chest rapidly pushing out her blouse as it too started to grow, Caroline not noticing as the buttons strained then popped open, showing off her new D-cup cleavage almost overflowing out of her visible bra. Her ass began to fill out her chair as well, pushing her pencil skirt taut and almost moulding it around her new bubble butt.
Caroline finally swallowed the last of the cane, already eager for another. She failed to notice how much she had changed, only that she felt, like, way better than she had a minute ago, and she was eager for another. Plus, she thought to herself with a giggle, nobody would notice if she took two when there were this many! She was already thanking whoever had bought these things as she popped another into her mouth, her hair brightening into a pure golden blonde as soon as it passed through her lascivious lips and falling down to the lower part of her back in silky waves. The studs she wore for earrings grew into large hoops, dangling from her ears and now impossible to ignore. Her thighs thickened, becoming plump and smooth with nary an unnecessary pound of fat on them, yet still irresistibly soft. Her hips exploded outwards to give her a curvy hourglass, but before her breasts could follow suit and destroy more of her blouse's buttons, the area around her cleavage began to sprout a fuzzing lining, the white fabric on her shoulders melting away until they were left bare, the fuzzy trim spreading around her arms and back until she had a shoulderless dress that seemed to be held up entirely by her breasts and a mysterious force that one suspected was double-sided tape. Her pencil skirt merged with her blouse and gained a similar fluffy trim around the skirt, which retreated up her thighs until her panties were barely covered by it, a scandalously sexy one-piece dress with a miniskirt that would leave any man in the office turning their head at her. Perfect for greeting any visitors to the company at this time of year. It completed its transformation by turning a bright red, leaving her a festive bimbo bombshell ready to spread the festive cheer in any way she could.
Carol Kane giggled at how sexy she was as it turned a bright red, loving that her boss had let her wear this sexy santa dress at this time of year. Normally he'd complain that it was "too unprofessional", even though he loved her perpetually unbuttoned blouse's cleavage and never seemed to have a problem with that. He had offered to make the twenty year old receptionist his secretary a few times, but she loved meeting new people and had decided that she was a perfect fit for her current job, always brightening up the other employees' days with her constantly chipper and energetic attitude. Plus, she knew that as somebody who barely graduated high school, she wasn't suited to go any further up the corporate chain, settling for her easy, stress-free receptionist duty. Sure, the less attractive women in the company often eyed her with resentment, but with her easy going attitude she never held it against them.
Carol looked enviously at the box, wondering if she should have just one more. But she managed to hold herself in, knowing that these were for everybody, not just herself. It wouldn't be in the spirit of giving to take more for herself and risk somebody missing out. Carol loved giving gifts far more than receiving them, and Christmas was a season of giving, making it her favourite time of the year. She got to meet all of her wonderful family that she rarely got to see otherwise, and was always the centre of the festivities, organising and throwing a huge party each year. The only niggling part was that everybody kept asking why a beautiful young woman like her was still single, and to be honest she couldn't answer that either! It certainly was a mystery. Maybe this year she'd get to find a special somebody under the mistletoe?
Carol let out another one of her trademark giggles as she put her hat on to complete her image, wondering why she had taken it off in the first place, ready to go spread these canes and some merriment around the office...
Julie Baxter, the head accountant for the law firm of Dewey, Cheatem, & Howe, walked through the hallway with a scowl. The plump, middle-aged woman had been reviewing the end of year spending when she encountered quite the anomaly.
There was no way they could’ve blown the remainder of their office supply budget for the month on candy, right?
“I guess we did,” Julie growled, before lifting up her glasses so she could pinch her nose and sigh in resignation at the sight before her.
Sitting behind the reception desk, as always, was Carol Kane, the firm’s “receptionist.” Julie used that phrase with as many air quotes and asterisks as she could because it was obvious to pretty much anyone that this girl was only given her joke of a job because she was sleeping with someone higher up the totem pole. Nobody in the office could agree on who it was, but everyone knew there had to be someone keeping the bimbo from being tossed out on her overly-round ass.
Piled up on the desk in front of Carol were several dozen boxes of candy canes, creating a festive wall of red and green across the bimbo’s desk that was over a foot high. The bimbo in question was sitting in her seat, reading a trashy gossip magazine in one hand while the other twirled the end of her santa cap's tail. She had unpacked the boxes, then quickly realised that the logistics of transporting all of these was a bit of a headache, and had decided it would be easier for somebody to come to her first.
“Carol!” Julie angrily snapped, getting the bimbo’s attention.
“Hi Jules!” Carol happily giggled in greeting, utterly oblivious to both Julie’s growing ire and her eternal hatred of the nickname she’d been given by the dimwit receptionist. “Like, want some coffee ‘r somethin’? Oh, like, yeah, the coffee machine's broken 'n stuff, sorry!”
“Did you intentionally spend almost two thousand dollars on candy canes?” Julie asked, her tone laced with venom.
“Huh? No, this wasn't me. I mean, like, I did want candy canes, but, like...” the blonde bimbo pouted, her giant brown eyes rapidly blinking in a puppy dog stare that had likely immunized this girl from all consequences for most of her life. “I only wanted, like, ten boxes, but instead they sent like a bazillion!”
“One hundred,” Julie corrected in a quiet tone that grew louder and angrier the longer she talked. “They sent 100 boxes of candy canes containing twelve canes in each box… to an office with only 24 employees!”
“But that’s okay cuz now we have, like, lots n’ lotsa candy for everyone, right?” Carol giggled, trying to cheer up the 45 year old accountant. She picked up one of the boxes in her delicate, long-nailed hands and offered it towards Julie. “Here, you can, like, totally have a whole box if you want. You could have it all now, or like, take it home and share!”
“Four point one six,” Julie scowled, snatching the box from the bimbo’s hands.
“Huh?” Carol tilted her head in confusion, causing one of her large hoop earrings to slide down the curve of her shoulder.
“Because of your mistake, each employee is entitled to up to 50 out of 1200 candy canes, so 4.16 boxes each,” Julie said, emphasizing every word with a bit more force than the last. “And they are certainly entitled to them once they find out that this is what ‘office supplies’ they’ll be getting for January instead of a fixed copier and more toner.”
“Oh,” Carol blinked, finally seeming to get it. "But like, I wasn't the one who-"
“Learn to fucking count, you bimbo.” Julie hissed before snatching another three boxes of candy canes and storming off, two boxes tucked under each of her doughy arms. Carol raised her hand to complain that this was a case of mistaken identity, but by then Julie was gone. Carol shrugged, figuring that she'd cheer up once she'd had a cane or too. She was probably just grumpy because she couldn't get her coffee.
Julie stomped away, carrying her candy like a precious treasure. She may have hated the mistake that had been made, but her love of peppermint and candy in general meant she wouldn’t let this go to waste...
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"I seriously can't believe that bimbo. Every second I spend in there with her is lowering my IQ just talking to her." Julie grumbled, slamming her four boxes of candy canes on a table next to her frumpy middle-aged colleague, Barbara. She sank into her chair, pushing her ugly, chunky glasses back up the bridge of her big nose. She felt that Barbara had been attractive at some point, but three tiring kids and an office life had sucked the colour out of her red hair and it was hard to tell if she had any life left in her features when she was caked in so much makeup. Julie was still jealous that she was skinnier than her even though she was the one who chose to have kids and was soon to turn forty-seven.
"I hope the blowjobs are worth it, whoever is keeping her around." Barbara shot back, the women having bonded in their years at the office over how mutually boring they both were, even if after over fifteen years they would still describe each other as more than merely acquaintances. "You want one? I know I'm getting my money's worth out of these."
Julie roughly plunged her hand into the box, pulling out two candy canes and offering it to her colleague, who took it despite some vague complaints about maintaining her figure.
"'tis the season. Candy canes from Carol Kane." Barbara said sardonically, only serving to irritate Julie more.
"Don't get me started. I don't need to hear that stupid name all of the time either. God, she's so festive, like it's her job or something."
Julie grumbled at the sight of the candy canes, her love of peppermint balanced out by her distaste for Christmas, having zero festive spirit in her. And why should she? Her Christmases were incredibly boring. Her friends were all boring middle aged women, she didn't care much for her family members who came over she expressly spent the year avoiding, she had never had any kids so she had no warm, fuzzy memories, and her marriage was distinctly lukewarm. She couldn't even remember why she had married such a boring man. They hadn't even had sex in years. The only thing she had going for her was her mildly successful career as an accountant, which was why she took particularly poorly to some big-titted bimbo who only got in to be the office's eyecandy screwing up and wasting the money she worked hard to save. In one fell swoop she had practically undone a year's worth of effort!
"God, she's so stupid! I bet she can't count to ten even with the help of her fingers." Julie said, biting off the end of the bottom of the cane. She was so caught up in her moaning and groaning that she didn't notice as her pot belly seemingly sucked itself in, her frumpy officewear looking a little tighter and more flattering.
"She thinks she's so great, so fashionable." Barbara joined in as she sucked on the end of hers, her bland blouse and blazer subtly changing into a much sharper and famous brand name. "Like having more brands than a fashion runway in your wardrobe is something to be proud of."
"And all she's good for is serving coffee. Can't even trust her to file reports. And she thinks she's being so nice all of the time!" Julie got to work on the bulk of her candy cane, her tightly wound brunette bun falling apart as her hair became glossier and the wrinkles faded from her face.
"You can smell her shampoo from across the office. Don't even get me started on that stuff she calls perfume." Barbara scoffed, her hair turning a fiery red brighter than it had been in her youth, as she began to smell pleasantly of roses. "Don't worry though, she's an expert of putting her makeup on! Let's give credit where credit is due."
Isn't that you? Julie thought to herself privately as she looked at Barbara's tastefully applied makeup. It made her look ten years younger, she was thinking of asking for tips. Barbara's ruby red lips were wrapped around the candy cane shaft, becoming noticeably fuller as she really did become ten years younger, although her makeup was done so well that you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference before and after.
"She can't see a thing past her boobs." Julie said as the top button of her blouse popped open, her breasts perking up and maintaining the D-cup size they had been when she was chubby. Her face was still a little rounded, but in a cutesy way that didn't quite fit the thirty-something woman.
"Yeah, she's like, super busty. Can you imagine how much she spends on bras?" Barbara said as the neckline of her blazer lowered to show off her push-up bra's hard work, the black lace clearly visible through her thin white blouse.
"Yeah, totally. it must be, like, a really big number." Julie agreed, wondering if she should diversify her own collection. She had been settling for plain bras just because they were easiest to find for her E-cups for too long. Maybe some new panties too? "She must be able to afford it from fucking whoever it is all the time."
"Yeah, we don't earn that much at all!" Barbara complained, Julie nodding in agreement. The two of them enjoyed their jobs as secretaries, but they weren't exactly the most high-paying jobs in the world for two women in their late twenties. That was what their husbands were for. "She must keep 'em real happy!"
"Yeah, I wish I could keep the guys as happy as her!" Julie said. getting to the curved part of her candy cane while Barbara started working on the straight. Her plump butt continued to threaten to spill out over the side of her chair, but her waist cinched in to give her a generous hourglass figure, while the cellulite faded and her butt was less saggy and more shapely.
"I bet it's her perfume. She like, smells good all the time. That's a good first imp, uh, impression!" Barbara said, pointing a long, varnished nail at her friend, the nail extending slightly as the sugar tingled on her tongue while her knee-length skirt receded back up to her mid-thigh. Her curly red hair rested around her shoulders, as her beautiful face was enhanced even further by her makeup. Barbara certainly didn't look a day over twenty-two, but she liked to refer to herself as forever seventeen.
"I need to ask her what shampoo she uses!" Julie decided, running a finger through her dirty blonde hair as it faded into a golden blonde, free of any loose hairs and falling in a slightly rounded curve that framed her cute, rounded features in a complimentary fashion, while contrasting with Barbie's sharper jaw. Carol's hair always had a pleasant slightly sugary scent to her that reminded her of this delicious candy cane she was currently rolling around her tantalisingly soft and puffy lips.
"Her conditioner too!" Barbara agreed, herself twirling her finger around her curly red hair. Having been besties for so long, the two had gradually picked up each other's mannerisms over time, which the two of them felt made them particularly cute as a pair. Although if Barbie had to pick, as she polished off the last remaining chunk of her candy cane, Julie was the cuter one, while she took home the crown of being the sexy one. Not that Julie wasn't sexy! Those F-cups and hips were to die for.
"Oh, and she makes super nice coffee! And she's nice all of the time!" Julie pushed a long strand of hair out of her eyes, adjusting her thin-rimmed glasses resting delicately on her button nose as she took another bite out of her almost completely diminished cane. It was a good thing that her slim and trim figure was never impacted by all of the sugar she ate all of the time! Her metabolism really was kind to her. Julie was about to tell Barbie another thing that she liked about Carol and why she forgave her for screwing up with the candy cane order, when she had a sudden revelation with an exaggerated gasp.
"Omigawd, Carol Kane, like candy cane, I never noticed! Do you think that's, like, why she's so fun and festive right now?" Julie's big blue eyes sparkled as if she had figured out some elaborate puzzle, clear for all to see since she had switched to contacts.
"Oh-em-gee, me too! Julie, you're so smart!" Barbara clapped at her bestie's discovery, Julie looking proud of herself. She knew that she wasn't as clever as Carol, but she was glad that she could bring her own Christmas cheer to the table. Julie loved Christmas. She had gotten married to her wonderful husband on Christmas eve, and had a great time meeting all of her relatives, making sure to stay in contact with them year round. She was thinking about having kids soon, so that Barbie's triplets had somebody to play with. She was a little concerned about her figure, but Barbie had bounced back so well you'd never be able to tell she was pregnant in the first place and had assured her she'd be the same. Maybe then she could retire from her secretary position which was the only office job she had been able to get after she flunked out of high school, which Barbie was only still working in the first place to spend more time with her BFF.
"Oh yeah, I, like, figured out how many candy canes everybody's gonna get! Carol helped me use the calculator on my phone." Julie said cheerfully. "It's, uh, four-point-sixteen each!"
Even to the dimwitted Barbie, who had built up a hatred of those tricky decimal points in high school, gave a dopey blank look that was her way of furrowing her brow, without all of those ugly wrinkles.
"Huh? Aren't we totally gonna have a ton left over? There's twenty-four of us, and four-point-whatever each, and a thousand an' two hundred candy canes, so that's, uh..." Barbie pointed out, quickly running out of fingers when she tried to work it out. "Like a thousand left!"
"No, silly!" Julie giggled, her breasts jiggling gently. "Four-point-sixteen boxes each, and those have fifty in 'em! I was gonna try to split it up, but it was gonna take foreeeeever, so Carol said it's okay to just have four. She's gonna put the extra around the office for everybody after Christmas!"
"Carol really is the nicest!" Barbie bubbled, and the two sighed. What a nice little office this place was, with Carol around...