This is a story about Mangrowing's character Papaya. It was partially inspired by this piece of art of her sitting on a beach.

Prologue

'Twas the night before Christmas. Snow buffeted the cozy cabin where Santa resided at the North Pole.

Well, it technically wasn't night, although it was dark outside. And Santa's cabin wasn't really a "cabin", exactly. And it wasn't really at the North Pole - not in a place that could be found on a map, at least. But the snow was real. Well, sort of. It certainly wasn't coming from any existing weather system. But it was falling, piling in big drifts around the windows of the house.

All this was taking place inside a metaphysical bubble of reality that can only be perceived and interacted with by higher dimensional beings. It's a long story. You know what? Just... think about it like a snow globe. A big snow globe, that's where Santa was.

It was perpetually night in Santa's snow globe, and the blizzard raging outside made it feel that much cozier in the warm cabin. A fire crackled in the hearth, and Santa sipped his hot chocolate merrily as he read Christmas letters from children all over the world.

You'd think he might be too busy for reading letters at this late hour - it was Christmas Eve, after all, and Santa had work to be doing, tonight. But in his snow globe, time worked the way he wanted. He could take as long as he wanted to sip his cocoa. And he liked to save reading his letters as the last thing before he packed up his sleigh. It helped to remind him why he took this crazy job in the first place, and the reminder would be sorely needed during the long night of toil that awaited him.

"Ho ho ho! This one even has a picture," Santa chuckled. "Little Zachary is getting better at drawing, I see." He looked at the crude artwork that depicted the boy throwing a frisbee to his dog. Neither the frisbee nor the dog existed, which was why Zachary was asking for them for Christmas.

Santa thought for a moment, deciding whether or not to grant the wish. He sighed as he mentally checked in on Zachary's family for a moment. No, they weren't ready for a dog just now. His mother had just gotten a new job, and his father had a long commute. "Sorry, Zachary. Not this year. Though you have been a good boy this year..." He decided to still send him a frisbee. As well as a video game called Dog Simulator. That oughtta keep the little turd happy for a while, he thought jovially. If there was one thing he knew about little boys, it was that they loved video games.

Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. "Come in," said Santa, looking up over his reading glasses to see who was entering. It was one of the elves, of course. "Ah... Dingle, was it?" Santa asked.

"Dungle, sir." Sometimes Santa regretted his mandate that the elves all take names that sounded like sleigh bells. Every name blended together, and some of them just didn't work at all. The fuck kinda name is DUNGLE? he thought.

"My mistake, Dungle. What's the matter? You know I don't like to be disturbed when I'm reading my letters."

The bells on Dungle's pointy hat jingled as he marched across the room. It took him a lot of steps, since he was so small. "That's just it, sir. Another letter just arrived. It's from her again, sir." He held out an envelope in his hand, and stood by Santa's chair as he took the letter.

"Ah f...fiddlesticks," Santa said, avoiding uttering a curse in front of the help. "Again? How does she keep getting these through?" The letter he held was fancy, embossed with silver filigree around the edges of the envelope. He turned it on its backside, and saw that it was sealed in wax. The wax was molded in the shape of a pair of plump lips, as if a woman had kissed it. Santa held the letter up to his nose. It smelled like perfume. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed his letter knife and broke the seal open, taking out the folded paper inside.

"Papaya again, sir?" asked Dungle beside him.

Santa sighed. "Yes, of course it is." How she managed to get the letters delivered to the North Pole was beyond him. Only children's letters were supposed to be able to get magically redirected to his mailbox. But somehow, every year, a letter from Papaya slipped through.

"I imagine she's asking for the same thing she asks for every year?" Dungle asked in his tiny voice, raising his eyebrows and smirking. As Santa adjusted his reading glasses and began scanning the letter, he glanced sideways with a knowing expression at the elf. Now it was Dungle who rolled his eyes. "She never gives up, does she?" he asked.

Every year, Papaya sent him a letter, and year after year she asked for the same thing: Massive fucking titties. It was hardly a reasonable request for Santa to grant, and besides - Papaya wasn't on the Nice list. She wasn't even on the Naughty list. No, she was on the SUPER Naughty list. Santa had been so disbelieving of her rap sheet that he'd had to check it a third time.

Her crimes against Goodness were too numerous to even fit on a single page, but to name a few of the most egregious ones: Grand larceny, grand theft auto, kidnapping, extortion, attempted murder, bribery, fighting a police officer, public drunkenness, public nudity, disturbance of the peace, damage to police property, perjury, evidence tampering, witness intimidation... she was bad news, alright? It was a wonder she wasn't in prison.

Santa let out a weary sigh as he began to read the letter. He didn't know why he bothered. It was the same every year - a completely unhinged demand, filled with poor spelling, and ending with vague threats if she didn't get what she wanted. He also saw that there were laminated photos included in the envelope: a set of Papaya in lustful nude poses, same as every year.

Dear Santa,

I KNOW u been getting my letters. I hav my sources. This is getting old, fat boy. I WANT my presents.

I know u can giv them to me.

But I'm a good girl, so I'll ask nicely:

Pretty please, with a cherry on top, can u giv me HUGE BOOBS?

Despite himself, Santa chuckled at her audacity. She'd even moderated her language this time - there were no curse words this year. But still, he couldn't believe she thought this would actually work. Rolling his eyes again, he unfolded the lower part of the letter, where there was more text. And some photos printed on the page, for some reason.

P.S. If asking nicely isn't enough, how about this? I know all about THE ISLAND.

Santa's eyes bulged behind his glasses as he read that, and he looked at the embedded photos beneath them. They were grainy from being printed, but what they depicted was unmistakable: Santa reclining on a beach chair, wearing sunglasses, holding a cocktail as he relaxed. Behind him, on another chair, was a reindeer wearing on a bikini and sunglasses, it also was wearing lipstick.

Oh fuck, he thought. How did she find out about Vixen?! A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead as he read the last part of the letter.

P.P.S. I hav multiple pics, and I'll send them to every news organization if I don't get my wish this year.

P.P.P.S. I hope u like my nudes. Pervert.

Santa took off his glasses and squinted his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. Papaya had really stepped up her game, this year. He didn't see any way around it but to cave to her demands. He sighed and glanced at the elf beside him. "Bungle?"

"Dungle, sir."

"Dungle, I want you to get me something from my workshop, and package it up for the sleigh. Do you remember the bra that I gave to Mrs. Clause, a few years back?"

Dungle's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Sir, you don't mean... Project Megabra?"

"Yes, that's the one. I want it wrapped and in my sleigh before I leave."

"But, sir! Isn't it... incredibly dangerous?" asked the tiny elf in his high-pitched voice.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. We fixed the problem and installed a panic button, after the... incident," said Santa, looking around the room as he recalled the fiasco. "It's a shame Mrs. Clause never gave it another chance," he said wistfully as he stroked his beard. "But nevermind that now. I've thought of a better use for it, so hop to it!" he said briskly. The elf literally hopped, and started heading for the door.

"And Dongle?" called Santa before he left.

"Dungle, sir."

"Dungle. Let's just keep this between us, eh?" He said, tapping his rosy nose. "This is a top secret mission."

After the elf was gone, Santa tossed the letter in the fire. After taking out the nude photos, of course. Those would go in his private stash.

Dungle opened the door to the closet full of failed presents at the back of Santa's workshop. He'd waited until the other elves went on their hot cocoa break, before sneaking in alone. "Lousy Santa can't even remember my fucking name," he grumbled, then automatically glanced around to make sure nobody heard him swear. But the closet was empty, of course, aside from rows and rows of shelves filled with broken, outdated, or otherwise useless junk that never worked out as a gift.

The shelves extended on endlessly into the distance - the closet was much bigger on the inside than the outside, like the workshop itself. But the workshop's magic also prevented the elf from having to spend time searching through the stacks and stacks of presents. He knew exactly where to find the item Santa wanted, and he grabbed a sliding ladder to climb up and retrieve it.

Grabbing the delicate garment, he climbed down, and then shook the dust off. He couldn't see why Santa wanted to give this to Papaya. But, recalling the man's reaction to reading her letter, he thought that she'd found a way to twist his arm, somehow. Shrugging, he brought the bra out of the closet, and into the workshop to be wrapped.

Nobody had come back in yet, so Dungle worked quickly, placing the garment in a gift bag and deftly tying a bow on top. But then before he left, he suddenly had a naughty idea. Glancing around again mischievously, he reached in and pulled the bra back out of the bag. Laying it on the workbench in front of him, he looked at the mechanism that worked as a clasp - a black plastic case that attached the two sides of the bra together from behind. On each side of the clasp was a button, one that said "Start" and one that said "Stop".

Dungle gave one more glance around the room, then he reached to his side and grabbed a wooden mallet. He raised it up, and *SMASH*. *SMASH*. brought it down hard on top of each side the clasp, hearing a satisfying crunching sound as he did so. He inspected the clasp, and saw that there were now cracks in the plastic, though they were hard to see. Picking up the bra, he shook it, and heard parts rattling around inside. There was no way it would work, now. "There," he said triumphantly.

"That'll teach you to mess with Santa." Placing the garment in the bag again, he hustled to place it in the sleigh.

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Soft morning light filtered in through Papaya's open window, and her eye fluttered open. At first, she wanted to go back to sleep, but then she remembered what day it was, and she shot up in bed. "It's CHRISTMAS!" she said excitedly, throwing her arms up in celebration, which turned into a stretch. She looked down at her boobs in her tank-stop night shirt. "Today's the day I finally get some huge titties!" she said, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them.

Paya said that every day when she woke up. Because for her, every day WAS the day that she'd make her boobs bigger. She rarely succeeded in this objective, but she was an optimist. She always believed that she could achieve a bigger size, before the day was over. And sometimes, she did get what she wanted.

Of course, one might wonder why she would make that her goal every day. After all, Papaya already had massive tits. Puberty had given her knockers that most women would have been happy with, but then she'd undergone extensive plastic surgery to make them progressively larger over time. Now, there was no doubt about it - Paya was STACKED. Her boobs were easily bigger than her head, and the extensive cleavage that was crammed into her night shirt would make any man drool.

As she stood up from her bed and stretched again, her ridiculous figure became even more evident. She was petite, with a narrow waist and wide hips, as well as a bubble butt. That, combined with her outrageous breasts, made her quite the sight to behold. And yet somehow, she was never satisfied with the size of her tits. She always wanted more.

Heading into the bathroom, Papaya performed her morning ritual, - brushing her teeth, using the bathroom, showering - and got dressed to head downstairs. Her house was quite large - Paya made good money through her Onlyfans and streaming herself playing videogames. In the kitchen, she grabbed a piece of fruit - a mango, and began cutting it up for her breakfast. After putting it on the plate, she walked into her living room and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV while she munched.

She turned on the news and caught the weather update. They reported that it would be warm and sunny today in Miami - much warmer than it ought to be, for Christmas day. The news anchors made some comments about the unseasonable heat, and one of them mentioned global warming as a potential cause. "Yeah, yeah, blah, blah blah," Paya said, her mouth full of food. Who cared about stuff like that? As far as she was concerned, that just meant that she could go to the beach, today. A nice Christmas present, as she saw it.

The thought of Christmas presents made her glance in the corner. What she saw made her mouth dropped, and a piece of mango fell into her cleavage. There was a present under her little fake tree. A gift bag, with a fancy bow on top. She hadn't put it there, and nobody stayed over last night.

"Oh my god," Papaya said, standing up and walking over to grab it. "No way... it actually worked?" she asked incredulously. She looked at the tag on the bag handle. It said "From Santa."

She'd totally forgotten about the letter she'd sent. She was drunk when she wrote it, after all. Same as every year. She'd get wasted, write a letter to Santa, and deposit it in a random mailbox. But this year, she'd acquired some dirt on the jolly bastard - don't ask how she got it - and apparently had gotten his attention, finally.

Wiggling in delight as she brought the bag over to her couch, she laid it on the coffee table and started untying the bow. She could have just reached into the bag, but she enjoyed the unwrapping part of the process. Once the bag was open, she peeked inside excitedly. "Hee hee!" she squeaked, as she reached in and grabbed the garment she saw inside.

It was a beautiful red bra, with a thin line of frilly black lace lining the edges of the cups. It looked like it was expensive, and seemed to be made of satin. However, as she looked at it, she was puzzled. "Isn't this a bit small?" she wondered disappointedly. The bra cups looked like they were for large breasts, but there was no way they'd be able to cover her behemoths. Could Santa have misjudged her size?

Grunting in frustration, Papaya stood up and stripped her shirt and bra off. As she placed the bra on her chest, it seemed like there was no way it could reach behind her to close the clasp. However, as she pulled against the sides, she felt the garment stretch much more than seemed possible. It took a little tugging, but she was able to make the ends of the clasps meet each other, and they attached with a click.

"Huh," she said, looking down at her chest. Somehow, the bra actually fit her perfectly, now. The cups were noticeably bigger than they'd initially appeared, and they comfortably nestled her huge boobs inside them, displaying a lovely shelf of cleavage. Heading to the bathroom, she went to inspect herself in the mirror.

"Damn, I look hot," she said, twisting back and forth to inspect her profile. Her wavy strands of bright red hair swayed back and forth as she did so. "Santa gave me a sexy gift," she said, smiling at her reflection. But then she frowned. It was a nice present, but she hadn't asked him for a bra - she'd asked him for bigger tits. She reached behind her to try to unhook the bra, wondering if maybe there was some secret involved with it. But since she'd put it on without checking how the clasp worked, she couldn't figure out how to undo it. As she felt around the plastic clasp, she felt some buttons on either side. She pressed down on one, and suddenly, she felt a small jolt pass through the bra cups into her chest.

Her breasts began to tingle. And then, as Papaya watched in the mirror, they slowly began to grow bigger. "Oh my god," she said, her eyes widening. Her boobs were swelling like they had pumps attached to them, gaining mass from out of nowhere. The bra stretched to accommodate her tits as they inflated, growing bigger than basketballs, and still going.

"Haha! YES! MAGIC BRA!" she shouted, grabbing her boobs and giving them a jiggle. They still had the elastic firmness of her implants - it just felt like they were filling out more. Her skin stretched in tandem with the bra, and the growth was not uncomfortable at all. In fact, it felt quite good. "Yes, yes! Grow, babies, grow!" she exclaimed with glee. She massaged them as they swelled, feeling them take up more and more space in her arms.

The feeling was incredible, like nothing Papaya could have ever imagined. The tingling itself was pleasant, but she was mainly loving the sight of herself in the mirror as her boobs inflated before her eyes. "Hahaha, Feliz Navidad para mi!" she yelled. She finally was getting the tits of her dreams. And she hadn't even had to kidnap any plastic surgeons, this time.

Her boobs kept growing bigger and bigger, the red bra stretching to keep up with their ever increasing size. It must have been made using whatever kind of magic that allowed Santa to fit down chimneys - it didn't get any tighter as it contained Paya's huge knockers; every moment it was just bigger than before. And the support it offered was excellent, preventing her from too much back strain. Not to mention, it looked sexy, with its lacy black frill outlining her cleavage.

Papaya jiggled her growing breasts in the mirror, laughing as the motion caused bigger and bigger waves in her flesh with each bounce. They were becoming too big for her to even wrap her arms around them anymore, and she was loving it. Surely she would have the biggest breasts in Miami by now, and as she squeezed them together, looking at herself in the mirror, she imagined what they'd look like in a bikini. She licked her lips as she thought of all the men fawning over her on the beach, their boners all sticking out of their swim suits.

Her tits kept swelling, and Paya was beginning to think that she'd have problem getting through doorways, soon. Not that it mattered. With the money she'd be making from showing these off online, she could just buy a place with bigger doorways. But just as she was thinking that she should get out of the bathroom, before it was too late, she felt the tingling subside, and the growth came to a stop. She pouted slightly, part of her disappointed that they weren't going to get any bigger. On the other hand, this was a larger size than she'd ever dared to hope for - far beyond what any sane plastic surgeon would install. She knew - she'd checked.

They were big enough to come down all the way to her bellybutton, and as she turned around to look at herself from behind, it was obvious even from behind just how big they were. She'd finally gotten the massive tits she'd always wanted for Christmas. Now there was only one thing left to do: "Time to hit the beach!" she shouted, bouncing out into the hallway. Her breasts brushed either side of the doorway on her way out of the bathroom.

Paya went upstairs into her bedroom - the stairs were a bit tricky, since she couldn't really see the ground in front of her, anymore. The entire bottom half of her vision was dominated by a shelf of boobs, split by a long line of cleavage. Heading into her closet, she dug through her shirts that were stored on hangers on one side.

Each of the shirts was identical - a white shirt with Chinese text on it. She didn't know what it said, but she liked how they looked on her. And they had a wonderful deep V-neck that displayed plenty of cleavage. Though each had the same style, Papaya carried them in various sizes, including many that were much bigger than the one she'd had on earlier. She'd been preparing for exactly this type of situation. Moving most of the shirts to the side, she picked her way through each of them, shaking her head as she realized none of them would fit. Until she came to the last one, the biggest.

Putting the shirt over her head, Papaya felt her excitement increase as she realized that even this massive garment might not even fit her. It was a 5XL shirt, she still had to stretch it in order for it to pass all the way over her boobs. And even then, the hem didn't come all the way down to her waist. "Eh, good enough!" she said, confident that at least she'd be able to walk around in this.

She didn't waste a moment in heading out the door, just grabbing her phone and throwing on some sandals before leaving. She lived only a 15-minute walk to Miami beach, and she enjoyed every step that she took towards the seashore. Even on a typical day, Papaya would catch a lot of attention just walking around. But today, she might as well have been wearing a flashing neon sign that said "LOOK AT MY TITS!"

The astounding amount of cleavage she was displaying drew every eye - man, woman, and in between. Heads turned, eyes popped, and cars honked their horns as she strutted down the sidewalk, showing off her Christmas presents. At one intersection, a man not paying attention even caused a fender bender when he didn't brake in time. But as soon as the other driver got out of the car, he got a glimpse of Paya, and he immediately forgot about his car as well.

Smiling at the mayhem she was causing, Papaya made her way to the beach, glad for the warm weather and sun. It would have been a shame if she'd had to wait for better weather to show off her new boobs to everyone. By the time she made it to the boardwalk, though, she was exhausted from lugging them around. The bra provided good support, but it was still a lot of weight to be carrying.

"Ugh, finally here!" she said, stepping onto the sand and arching her back, hands on her hips to stretch. More heads turned as she arrived on the beach, and she saw a frisbee hit a man's head as he stopped paying attention to the game to stare. Papaya chuckled, then set about finding a good spot to relax, and take a load off. It didn't take long - the beach wasn't too busy, despite the weather. It was Christmas after all, and only the most avid beachgoers would be out today.

Finding a clear spot in the sand, Paya kicked off her sandals and took her shirt off. "Holy shit," she heard a man whisper nearby, as she exposed her boobs in their red bra to the onlookers. She couldn't wait to come back here with a real bikini next time - that would be even better. The satin garment felt a little out of place here, but it was the only thing she had that would fit.

Once her shirt was off, Paya had to awkwardly crouch down in order to get to the ground - her top-heaviness made it difficult to just sit down without falling over. Nestling out a place for herself in the sand, she laid down on her back, reveling in the weight that she felt piled up on top of her. When she looked down, she saw nothing but a wall of boobs in front of her - just the way she liked it. Tired from her trip to the beach, and immensely comfortable in the warm sun, Papaya soon dozed off.

As she rested, people still gaped at her, some even more openly before, now that they could see her snoring. Some people still tried to do normal beach activities, but for most the spectacle of Papaya's incredible body was just too impressive to ignore. After Paya had been snoozing for 10 minutes or so, she shifted slightly, pressing her back into the sand. The shifting pressure eventually activated the device on the clasp again, sending a jolt through her body. She was so comfortable though, that it didn't wake her up. Meanwhile, her boobs had begun to expand again.

The red bra worked its Christmas magic again, and Papaya's breasts ballooned bigger, while she remained oblivious. Already the size of pumpkins, they were growing even faster than they had in her bathroom before - soon each of them were the size of yoga balls, and still swelling relentlessly.

At first the crowd around her didn't realize what was happening. But some of the more observant ones adopted questioning looks as they saw that her bust seemed even bigger than when she'd first arrived, and they started asking questions to the people beside him. The fact that the bra kept itself perfectly sized made it more difficult to notice, but eventually the difference in size was too much to ignore. As Paya's boobs continued to grow, the mutters that were passing around got louder, until one woman loudly said "holy shit, her tits are getting even bigger!"

Papaya, meanwhile, was still dozing peacefully, lost in a pleasant dream about being on a talk show and having everyone discussing her enormous new breasts. "Mmmmm, why yes, they are the biggest in the world, actually," she mumbled with a smile on her face. But it was slowly becoming more difficult to breathe, as her boobs rose above her like twin beanbag chairs, advancing towards the sky.

The bra kept up with their growth, and the twin swelling masses rose above the beach like blimps being inflated in a hangar. The swelling masses traversed down Paya's outstretched arms, making their way past their elbows. And at the same time, they squished down past her waist. From a distance, it was hard to see anything at all other than two boobs growing bigger - except for the most oblivious beachgoers, everyone was watching the sight unfold. And most of the men were starting to get erections.

Eventually, the woman who'd mentioned her growth spoke up again, coming closer to Papaya's sleeping face. "Uhhh, miss?" Papaya didn't respond, though. "Excuse me miss!" she said, louder this time, and nudging her shoulder with her foot.

Paya's eyes snapped open in annoyance. "What is it?" she snarled. "I'm trying to nap, here!" But then she realized that her arms were pinned by something heavy, and it was quite hard to inhale. "...Oh," she said, as she realized that her boobs were much bigger than before. She tried to wiggle herself out from underneath them, but they were just too heavy. They were each bigger than couches now, and still rapidly growing.

"Oh shit. Uhh... help me get out," she said, glancing up at the woman.

The stranger tried to pull on her shoulders to get her out from underneath her massive tits, but it was no use. "Everyone, help me move her!" she cried, and a few of the men stepped forward to assist.

Papaya couldn't really do much, so she just watched as the crowd converged around her to help. She was quite pleased to note how many men she saw had their swim shorts tented by their boners. At first they tried to dig her out, but Paya complained that they were hurting her arms with their pulling. Instead, the men gathered around the front of her breasts, and with a mighty heaving effort, they collectively shoved her boobs until they rolled forward, taking Paya with them. The mild downward slope of the beach helped gravity pull her up into a standing position, and even a little farther than they intended to push. She was now on her tiptoes, barely able to touch the sand anymore.

"Wow, thanks guys! I never thought they would get this big." She'd have to call a flatbed truck to get her out of here now - each of her boobs were as big as compact cars. At least they had stopped growing, finally. Surely, she had the biggest boobs anyone had ever seen now. Papaya sighed as she stretched her arms out over them, leaning into her cleavage as she rubbed them. Now she'd DEFINITELY get on TV, and everyone would marvel at her size.

Suddenly, she felt the bra jolt her again. But this time, it wasn't a short burst - it was a long, continuous application of voltage, sending waves of electricity through her spine, and into her breasts. "Uh oh," she said, her eyes getting wider as she leaned her face against her boobs.

"Uh..." she looked at her breasts as they began to swell again, even faster than before. She felt the bottoms of them creeping across the sand as they swelled bigger and bigger, their rate of growth increasing with each passing second. After a few moments, her feet lost contact with the ground, and she was lifted up into the air, completely helpless to do anything. A few shocked gasps came from the crowd, and they began to step away. "Uh.. you might want to get back!" Papaya said, to the ones who were still close by. Most of them were men, and most of those had obvious boners in their swim trunks.

They backed away slowly, at first, but Papaya's growth just continued to accelerate. Within moments, they were as big as RVs, and her boobs just kept growing bigger and bigger. The people on the beach had to turn around and start walking faster, then jogging, as they saw she wasn't stopping. Some ran off down the beach, while others ran to the parking lot to get into their cars. She was filling more and more of the beach, and the red bra easily stretched to keep up with her.

One man, a scrawny guy in his 50s with noise-cancelling headphones and sunglasses on, was plodding down the beach, totally oblivious to what was going on. He was using a metal detector, slowly waving it back and forth to search for buried treasure in the sand. Suddenly, he heard a beeping noise that told him he found something, and he leaned down excitedly to dig in the sand. "Hehehe! Look what we have here!" he said, realizing he'd found a diamond ring only a few inches down. The right thing to do would be to try to find its owner. But he just said, "finders keepers!" and shoved it in his pocket. Suddenly he realized that something was bumping him from behind. He glanced around, and stumbled to see a soft red wall advancing on him. Reacting too late, he stumbled and fell into the sand, and Papaya's boobs crept over him in seconds, smothering him.

Meanwhile, Papaya was still being zapped continuously by her bra, and she was rising up higher and higher atop her breasts as they grew. Each of them were bigger than her house now, and she felt the bottoms of them become wet as they started growing into the surf. "Ha! I don't - even care - anymore! She yelled, twitching with each zap that passed through her body. It didn't hurt, but it was hard to focus with the shocks that kept hitting her. "KEEP- GROWING!" she yelled, as she was lifted up into the sky further. She was rising above the parking lot, and after a few minutes, she started to feel the edges of buildings against her boobs. They stood no chance against the swelling masses, and soon they were crushed by them, as they grew bigger than football stadiums.

"YES!" Paya screamed, giving in to her fantasy of unlimited growth. "DON'T- STOP! DON'T - EVER - STOP!" Zap! Zap! Zap! the shocks kept passing through her, her tits blowing up bigger than whole city blocks. A large part of their mass was growing into the ocean, but they were also growing sideways down the beach, and backwards into the streets of Miami, eventually running up against the sky scrapers. They were hemmed in by the large structures for a while, but even the steel buildings were soon toppled by the swelling behemoths. Nothing could stand in their way, and the magic of the bra prevented Paya's breasts from taking any damage as they knocked over light poles, snapped electrical wires, and crushed transformers.

Large parts of Miami lost power before they even knew what was going on, so they couldn't catch the news that was reporting of an incident on Miami beach. Eventually, some authorities realized what was happening, and frantic alerts were sent out to the phones of Florida citizens, telling them to evacuate the area, but for many of them, it was too late already. Papaya's breasts were quickly becoming a natural disaster of unprecedented scale, and she was loving every minute of it. She'd always adored her breasts, she'd always wanted them to be as big as possible, and she loved when people paid attention to them. Well now, nobody would be able to ignore their size.

Still contained in the enormous red bra somehow, they kept swelling. Within 20 minutes they were bigger than mountains, and they dominated the whole coastline of Florida. Papaya heard the sounds of news choppers getting closer as they came in to investigate. Now the whole world would get to see her gigantic tits. "Merry Christmas!" She shouted into the air, still growing and growing and growing.

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Epilogue

Santa sighed as he relaxed in his jacuzzi, enjoying his Mai Tai as he sat back with cucumber slices on his eyes. It had been a long night of gifting presents, and he'd only just gotten back from the last time zone on his list. Unwinding in this fashion always helped to ease the tenseness that had accumulated in his muscles from the 24 hours of scrambling around he'd just been doing. He'd completely forgotten about Papaya's letter, and his mind was drifting to the thoughts of how the children around the world would be receiving their presents.

Suddenly the door to the spa room burst open, and the jingling of a single sleigh bell announced an elf running in his direction. "Santa! Santa! We have a BIG problem!" said the tiny voice.

"What, whattt? What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" Santa said in an annoyed tone, wiping the cucumbers off his eyes as he looked up at the elf who was leaning down with his hands on his knees near the hot tub, catching his breath. "Ah, Dangle, was it?"

"Dungle, sir," he panted.

"Dungle. What could possibly be so important that you'd interrupt my relaxation?"

"It's a Code Red, sir! A wish gone awry!" said the elf, his face stricken with panic. "You might want to turn on the news."

Santa's eyes widened. This was serious, indeed. He reached to the side and grabbed the TV remote that he kept nearby, turning on the TV that was attached to the wall. Blood drained from his face as an image came on the screen of two massive red bra-covered boobs reaching into space, taking up almost the entire Gulf of Mexico. The news anchors were talking in panicked voices about the incredible devastation that was unfolding. "All of Southern Florida now appears to be covered by the monstrous breasts. We now go live to the woman who they belong to, who goes by the name 'Papaya'.

The feed cut to a reporter who was wearing a harness attached to a rope hanging from a helicopter, and was dangling down near a small form attached to the giant boobs. "Miss, thank you for agreeing to this interview!" the man was saying, needing to shout to be heard over the sound of the news chopper. "Can you say how you acquired this incredibly large bra, and how your, um, breasts got so big?"

"Sure! It was a gift from Santa Clause!" she shouted excitedly, waving at the camera. "He made my boobies huge! Thanks Santa!!!"

Santa's expression moved from amazement, to shock, to horror as he watched the broadcast. "Ho ho hoooh, fuck," was all he said.