Holly sat curled up on her recliner, reading her favorite book, for the third time. It was one of her favorite series. A few feet away, a merry little fire crackled in her fireplace, taking the chill out of the air and making her living room look cozy and inviting. Between that and the numerous Christmas decorations Holly had put up - tinsel, Christmas lights, and a tree bedecked with ornaments and everything - her home was the perfect image of holiday cheer. Next to her chair, there was snow around the edges of the window facing outside, and beyond the window, a blizzard was softly raging, blanketing the world with snow, and stopping people from leaving their homes this Christmas Eve.
For some, the blizzard might be problematic, but for Holly, who didn't have to work this week, it was wonderful. It meant she would get to have a white Christmas, something she hadn't truly experienced as an adult. Oh, there had been snow on the ground on Christmas morning before, but it had always been from storms that had passed by days or weeks ago, and the snow was always either crusty from sitting there in freezing temperatures, or had melted into isolated slushy piles. Or some combination of those two things. This year though, Holly was guaranteed to wake up to at least 2 feet of fresh white powder blanketing her front yard in the morning.
6 inches of snow had already fallen, and Holly was feeling pure bliss as she wiggled her toes in her wool socks, reveling in the snow outside, the Christmas atmosphere, and the lack of any responsibilities she had for the next 7 days. Her 2 roommates were gone for the week, visiting their families, and so Holly had the house all to herself. Holly was an only child, and her parents were vacationing in Hawaii for the end of December, so she wasn't spending Christmas with anyone. She was single, and had been for a while. She had just gotten off the phone from talking to both her parents - it was currently afternoon in Honolulu, and they were lounging on the beach. They'd both wished her a merry Christmas, apologizing for not being able to spend it with her.
But Holly didn't mind being alone, at all. In fact, she was enjoying getting the chance to spend Christmas by herself for once, not having to worry about getting dressed up, or the stress and hassle of traveling anywhere. She reached over and grabbed her mug on the side table. It was nearly empty, so she took a big swig and finished off the hot chocolate while it was still warm. Nothing like a good hot cocoa on a night like this. As she put the mug back down, Holly wondered what she'd snack on next. She had already eaten dinner, but it was Christmas Eve and time to treat herself. The empty plate of crumbs next to her mug on the table attested to the Christmas cookies she'd already consumed. She was mostly full, but still considered whether she should have a few more cookies or wait until tomorrow.
Holly suddenly realized that the fire was getting low. Fortunately, she had brought in plenty of wood to keep it going all night. She stood up off the recliner and stretched, her large breasts jutting out into the sweater she was wearing. It was a red-and-green knit sweater that her mother had given her, and it had Christmas trees patterned across it. Holly found it quite comfortable, but this was the only time of the year she could really wear it. Tonight, she was wearing it without a bra or any shirt underneath it, so she really got to feel the soft wool rubbing against the skin of her boobs. She had taken a shower only an hour ago, and was luxuriating in the feeling of her comfortable wool sweater, her soft flannel pajama pants, and her wool socks.
As Holly stretched, her figure was outlined against the fire in the window behind her. Holly was a young woman of average height, and had long, straight brown hair, with blonde highlights she'd put in. Holly had a pear-shaped figure, with thick thighs, a rounded ass, and a bit of a belly showing as her Christmas sweater lifted up above her waistband. But her plumpness was overshadowed by her big boobs. When she felt like dressing up, Holly's Double-Ds could really draw attention. The sweater she wore hid her figure when she was sitting, but when she stretched, it became clear how big her breasts were. The wool fabric stretched across them as Holly went up on her tiptoes to finish her stretch, throwing her arms out wide to get the most of it, before finally dropping back down and sighing in relief. "That was a good stretch," said Holly, scratching her belly lightly as she walked over to the fire to put more wood on.
After putting 2 more logs on the fire, Holly poked it, and pushed the wood to the back of the chimney. In short order, it would be roaring again. Holly was wondering if she should make herself another mug of hot cocoa. "You know what I could really go for," she said aloud, talking to nobody, "is some eggnog." But unfortunately, there was none in her fridge, and she wasn't going to drive out in a blizzard just to get some. She sighed wistfully, but wasn't too upset. It was still going to be a wonderful evening.
Just then, the front doorbell rang. Holly slowly straightened up from poking the fire. Who could be visiting tonight, in the middle of a blizzard, without contacting her first? She wasn't expecting any sort of delivery. Maybe one of her roommates had gotten an Amazon package delivered. Did they do deliveries on Christmas Eve? Holly walked cautiously towards the front door, waiting to see if the bell would ring again. As she reached the door, she realized that she was still holding the fireplace poker. She considered dropping it, but decided against it. Whoever was visiting in the middle of a blizzard, maybe it would be better to have a weapon, in case they posed a threat. Holly's house was at the end of a street, so there wasn't much chance that someone would randomly stop by.
When Holly looked out the peephole, though, nobody was on her front step. Leaning the poker next to the doorframe, she opened the door a crack, but nothing moved outside. She opened the door wider, and stuck her head out a bit, looking back and forth. Snowflakes touched lightly against her cheeks and melted, as she looked out into the blizzard. Nobody was on the walkway leading up to her house, or anywhere on the street. The flurry of flakes she could see backlit against the streetlight told her that it was snowing quite hard. It was totally silent outside, except for the soft rustle of the snow falling.
Holly looked back and forth again, but saw nobody. Had somebody ding-dong-ditched her, in the middle of a snowstorm? But just then, she looked down and saw that there was something on the stoop below her. It was a small carton of some sort. She leaned down and picked it up, careful to keep her feet inside the door, so they didn't get wet from the snow. Holding it up to the light, Holly saw that it was a small pint of... eggnog. "What the hell?" she asked incredulously, brushing the little bit of snow off the carton. She looked back out into the storm, one of her eyebrows raised in amazement, and once again searched for whoever had rang her doorbell, but there was no movement outside except for the falling snowflakes. Holly slowly closed the door to stop the snow from falling in her entryway, shaking her head as she locked the deadbolt. As the door closed, snow continued to fall softly on her front yard and walkway. Holly hadn't noticed, but there hadn't been any footsteps in the snow leading up to her front door.
Behind the locked door, Holly held up the small carton of eggnog. It was a brand she hadn't ever seen before. "Santa's Village?" she asked, reading the label. "Huh," she said. "Maybe it's some kind of viral marketing scheme or something," she said. The design on the red carton was festive, with a log cabin on the side, a little wisp of smoke coming out of its chimney. She read the ingredients, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The nutrition label told her it was probably pretty bad for her, but Holly knew that eggnog wasn't healthy. She opened the cardboard carton at the top, bending the edges to make a spout. Holding it up to her nose, she gave it a little sniff. It smelled fine, as far as she could tell. She decided to try it, and headed for the kitchen. As strange as it was to wish for eggnog and suddenly have it show up on her front door, she was extremely curious how it would taste now, and was excited to quench her craving for eggnog. "It's a Christmas miracle," she giggled as she took a small glass out of the cupboard.
She poured the eggnog into the small glass, only intending to have a small taste for now. However, as she poured out the creamy liquid, it seemed to behave strangely. Somehow, it wasn't filling up the glass as fast as she expected. It appeared to flow normally out of the carton, but the glass was filling up extremely slowly. Holly squinted in confusion as she tilted the carton more, watching as the level of eggnog in the glass slowly rose, but still not nearly as fast as the liquid seemed to be entering it. It wasn't even a quarter full yet, yet the carton felt nearly empty.
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What the...?" she asked as she turned the entire carton up and poured all the eggnog in. She could feel all the liquid leaving the container as the carton grew lighter, but the small glass she held wasn't even filled halfway. Holly held the container upside down in disappointment as the last few drops fell from the spout into her glass. It had seemed like an entire pint of eggnog, but somehow it had only contained a few ounces of liquid. Holly tossed the carton in the trash and held up the glass, looking at the eggnog. The glass only held about as much as she had planned to try in one sitting, but she'd hoped there might be more for later, if it tasted good. "Oh well," she said. A little eggnog was better than none, especially since this was a free sample.
She took a sip, and her eyes grew wide. "Oh my god..." she said as she swallowed and held the glass up again, looking at the liquid incredulously. It was the most delicious eggnog she had ever tasted. She took another eager sip, and her eyes lit up with pleasure. It was so rich, so creamy and sweet, with just the right amount of spice to it. Normally Holly liked to add nutmeg to her eggnog, but this brand clearly didn't need any. She wanted to take a big gulp of it, but forced herself to only take a small sip as she walked back over to the living room. She wanted to savor the deliciousness. Holly found it difficult to control her impulse to just down it though, as she curled back up on her recliner in front of the fire, which was blazing now. She made herself put the glass on the side table. Eggnog this good, you didn't just drink it all at once.
Holly got herself comfortable, curling her feet up underneath her bum, and grabbed her book again. Her eyes darted over to the glass of eggnog, and saw the creamy residue left by her previous sips slowly dripping down the side of the glass. She licked her lips, but didn't allow herself to take another sip yet. Instead, Holly focused on reading her book, avoiding looking in the direction of the glass.
As Holly engrossed herself in her book, she managed to put the eggnog out of her mind for a minute. She was actually at a pretty interesting part in the book. Meanwhile, however, there was something going on underneath her sweater. Her boobs were slowly growing larger. They were already more than a cup size larger than they had been only minutes ago. But since Holly wasn't wearing a bra, and her wool sweater was pretty big on her, she didn't notice. She was too engrossed in the novel to feel the fabric shifting of its own accord, gradually being pushed out by her swelling breasts. The Christmas trees were slowly moving apart, the red and green wool threads of her sweater filling out with more of her flesh. Holly turned a page in her book, then looked over and reached for the glass of eggnog on the table. She took another sip.
"Mmmm," she said sensually, as she savored the taste of the eggnog, letting it rest in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it. "So creamy..." said Holly, and she sipped again, before placing the glass back on the table. Her breasts, still swelling larger, jutted her sweater out further than normal as she extended her arm. But Holly didn't notice, and she turned back to her book. The plot was at a crucial point, and she was engrossed in the story, oblivious to the engorgement of her tits beneath the book she held. They were the size of coconuts now, and still growing, their rate of expansion even picking up a little. Holly's boobs swelled relentlessly, filling up her sweater more and more. But all Holly was paying attention to was the book, and the lingering taste of eggnog in her mouth, quietly craving another sip.
Without thinking, she reached back to the table and grabbed the glass, lifting it to her lips as she continued to read, and her breasts continued to grow. The cool liquid touching her lips almost surprised her, as she hadn't even fully realized she was going for another sip. But once the glass was to her mouth, she couldn't resist drinking some more eggnog. She took a rather large sip this time, enjoying the taste of the sweet creaminess that filled her mouth. She put the glass back down, and only about half the eggnog remained. But as she took her arm back from placing the glass, Holly's arm brushed the side of one of her boobs. Something felt odd, so she shifted the book and looked down. And screamed.
The book fell from her hands as Holly clenched both armrests, looking down at her enormous breasts. They were as big as her head now, and the wool sweater was getting tight. "Oh my god... my boobs!" exclaimed Holly, looking back and forth at her massive mammaries. "What the hell... why are my tits so fucking big?" she asked loudly. Cautiously, she placed her hands on her breasts over her sweater. Her hands sank into her soft flesh, and she hugged her arms in experimentally, squeezing her boobs. Flesh puffed up above and below her arms as she pulled her tits in towards her. They felt real. And they felt good, too. As Holly groped herself, she felt a shudder of pleasure pass through her chest, and gasped involuntarily. When she released her breasts, her nipples were erect, poking out into the tight wool.
"Huhhh...?" Holly sighed as she put her hands back on the armrests and continued to look at her boobs, recovering from the shock of pleasure that she had just felt. As she looked at her breasts and wondered what could have caused them to suddenly become so much bigger, she noticed that the fabric of her sweater seemed to be moving. "Are they... are they growing?" she asked incredulously. She watched carefully for a few seconds, and her suspicion was confirmed, as she saw her boobs slowly swelling before her eyes, filling up her sweater, pushing the Christmas trees ever further apart. "What... what's happening to me?" Holly asked with panic in her voice. Her breasts were getting bigger and bigger, their sides almost touching the armrests of the recliner. Holly sat paralyzed by worry and confusion as her boobs grew larger, surpassing the size of watermelons.
Her mind worked frantically to figure out what to do. Should she call an ambulance? How would doctors be able to help her, though? This wasn't normal, at all. What could even be causing this growth? Holly tore her eyes away from her growing breasts, looking around the room. Eventually her gaze settled on the glass sitting next to her. "My god... it's the eggnog!" she exclaimed, grabbing the glass and holding it up in front of face, trying to see what was wrong with it. The eggnog was somehow causing her breasts to grow bigger. Why had she trusted a random drink someone had left on her doorstep in the middle of a blizzard?
As her tits swelled, and Holly held the glass in front of her, something came over her, just then. The situation was strange, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. And the eggnog tasted so good. Her eyes still wide, she looked from her growing boobs to the glass. She'd only had half of the glass so far. Holly had never minded having big boobs. Just a little more couldn't hurt, she thought to herself. And without any further thought, she lifted the glass to her lips, gulping down the rest of the eggnog.
Even as she finished the rest of the glass, Holly's eyes grew even wider. What am I DOING? she wondered, but she couldn't stop herself from craning her neck back and tilting the glass, getting every last drop out of it, and even licking the rim. Once there was nothing left for her tongue to reach, she realized what a mistake she'd just made. As she sprang her head forward again, she looked down, and dropped the glass on the carpet.
Her boobs were growing even faster, now, starting to fill her lap. The sweater was getting tight, but Holly was mesmerized by what she saw unfolding. She felt the edges of the armests against the sides of her breasts, and the threads of her sweater were stretching out, enough where she could see it starting to become almost sheer. Bigger and bigger she grew, and the wool fabric started creaking from the pressure of containing her bust. All Holly could do was watch, though, hands clenching the armrests. *CREAAKK*, her sweater protested, and Holly felt bad that she was ruining the garment that her mom had given her. But she found herself mesmerized by the sight of her boobs filling the sweater past its capacity. And a little curious about how big they would get. They swelled rapidly before her eyes, surpassing the size of pumpkins, and showed no signs of slowing down.
*RIIPP* The wool sweater suddenly gave in slightly, and a small tear formed at the front of her chest. *RIIPP* .*RIIPP*. Seconds later, she felt holes appear under her armpits as well. The hole in the front of the sweater slowly grew bigger, and she saw boob flesh bulging out of it, as her cleavage became more visible. Still, Holly sat motionless, her eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn't believe this was happening. But her boobs kept on their relentless growth, swelling upwards, now that they'd filled in the entire chair from armrest to armrest, and had completely filled her lap. *RIIPP*. *RIIPP*. More gaps appeared in the wool sweater, and more flesh bulged out from the holes. The garment wouldn't last much longer.
Holly started shaking her head. "This can't be happening," she said. "I'm getting too BIG!" But the eggnog wasn't finished working its magic, yet, and her growth continued. *RIIPP*. Her sweater kept ripping all around, and now the garment was mostly in tatters, only hanging on by a few threads. Finally, it gave in completely, the front shredding completely, and her boobs sprang out into her lap, reaching her knees. Holly felt the warmth of the fire against her naked breasts as they continued swelling. "Stop it... stop growing!" she pleaded, but her tits kept up their relentless growth.
Her lap was completely full, so her boobs had nowhere to go but forward and upwards. Holly couldn't see her knees anymore, but she felt the fronts of them become completely engulfed in flesh. Meanwhile, she found herself needing to lean her chin back, as the tops of her breasts was rising up towards her face. Her arms were nearly covered, on the armrests, so Holly squeezed them out from under her boobs and rested them on top of her chest. They pushed against the flesh as she feebly tried to keep them from getting any bigger, but still she grew. She felt her chin brush her boobs, and had to lean back even further as her bust dominated more and more of her vision.
Suddenly Holly felt the bottoms of her breasts touch the floor in front of her, and slowly start spreading against the carpet. She could feel the heat from the fire on her nipples getting warmer. Panic rose in her as she wondered if she would stop before she grew into the fire place. But then, just as she was about to scream, she finally felt the growth slow down, and eventually come to a stop.
Holly sat in the chair, completely unable to move, covered by breasts the size of boulders. She felt around to her side, trying to locate the table where she'd kept her phone, but her boob was in the way. She sighed. There was nothing she could do, except wait for her roommates to come home tomorrow. At least the living room was cozy.