The Christmas Wish

[wolflightning13]

The Christmas Wish




      "So what did you ask Santa for?"  Dane asked his little sister Sally. 

   "I can't tell you.   It's a secret."  Sally said, finishing off her letter. 

   "You know the fat guy doesn't really exist.  It's just Mom and Dad playing along with your little school girl fantasies."  Dane said, chuckling. 

   "You're lying!  And I'll prove it.  I'll wish for something that only Santa could bring me, and when it happens, you'll be sorry."  Sally said, angrily. 

   "Yeah, I'm already sorry I had this conversation.  Having to explain reality to a fourth grader is like pulling teeth."  Dane said, pausing to knock over a small glass of water all over Sally's recently completed Santa letter. 

   "Hey!"  Sally said, frantically looking for something to sop up the mess.

   "Oops!  Probably better this way."  Dane said, whistling as he left her room. 

   Sally eventually found a towel, but it was too late.  Her letter was ruined.  She'd have to write another one.  Positively fuming, she wanted to get revenge on her brother, who was constantly mean to her, but she also didn't want to disappoint Santa, by sinking to his level.  She had been very good this year, as she was every year, and she wanted to keep it that way.  But there had to be a way to get even.  Enough was enough.  Her Christmas wish to Santa needed to be worded perfectly.  And she had just the right one in mind.  If Santa granted her wish, this was going to be the best Christmas ever. 

   Sally was jittery with excitement all Christmas Eve night.  As soon as her mom and dad finished reading her The Night Before Christmas, she made sure to put out the snacks for Santa and his reindeer, then ran off to bed.  At first it was nearly impossible to get her eyelids to close, but eventually after singing a few Christmas songs to herself, she was able to get some sleep.  The sun was already poking through her curtains when she woke on Christmas morning.  She leapt out of her bed and ran to her door, stopping to listen for anyone else rustling around.  No one else was awake yet.  She snuck down the stairs into the living room.  It was a glorious sight- piles of presents everywhere.  Big boxes, little boxes, circular, oval shaped, you name it, it was there, all wrapped in brilliant Christmasy paper.  But there was only one... one specific one... that she was most anxious to see.  There were presents from her mom and dad, grandparents, aunt and uncles, family friends, and even one from her brother.  She could only imagine what that was.  Last year he had gotten her one sock.  Not a pair.  Just one sock.  Suffice to say, her brother didn't care about Christmas.  He didn't really care about much of anything, come to think of it.  It took her a while, but finally she saw something nestled under the tree.  It was a tiny box, small enough to sit in the palm of her hand.  Her eyes lit up when she saw the words, From Santa, written on the tag.  Could it be?   

   She desperately wanted to open it now, but she knew she had to wait.  That was how Christmas was supposed to be.  Everyone needed to be here so they could fully enjoy it.  Luckily, she heard a toilet flush by her parent's bedroom, so they had begun to stir.  Within fifteen minutes, the whole family was sitting in the living room, including Dane who was still grumbling about having to wake up. 

   "Why don't you start, Sally."  her mom said, smiling.

   "Yay!"  Sally grabbed the tiny box. 

   "Who's it from?"  her dad asked. 

   "Santa."  Sally said.  Dane rolled his eyes. 

   Shaking in anticipation, she carefully pulled off the bow, and slowly pulled the top half of the box off.  The moment the top half came off an explosion of glittery dust flew up into the air, shimmering in greens, golds, silvers, and reds, as it covered Sally from head to toe like a sparkly blanket.  She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.  It felt like someone had taken her up in a tender, but warm hug, her whole body tingling with happiness. 

   "Well what's in it?"  Dane asked in boredom. 

   "Didn't you see?" 

   "See what, hun?"  her mom asked. 

   It was just then that Sally noticed something written under the box cover. 

      An inch for the good
      An inch for the bad
      Never take this for granted
      And you shall never be sad
      Merry Christmas

   What could it mean?  Not that it mattered.  She felt in her heart that Santa had delivered.   And that was more than she could ever ask for.  She showed her parents the saying. 

   "Oh, what a pretty little poem.  That was nice of Santa."  her mom said.  None of them realized what the true gift was. 

   "Why don't we separate everyone's stuff into piles?"  Sally's dad said. 

   "I'll do it."  Sally volunteered. 

   As soon as Sally finished separating the presents, a warm tingle rushed through her accompanied by another feeling.  Although it was fleeting, she felt... powerful.  Like she had eaten an entire box of Wheaties that morning.  It was unbelievable.  And what she hadn't noticed, was her entire body slowly ridding itself of any fat, save for what was needed, bringing muscles she never knew she had to the surface, and then expanding them all by a full inch of vascular beef. 

   She got so many wonderful presents.  It had been an amazing Christmas so far.  Until she came to her brother's present of course.  Sally had spent days trying to figure out the best present for her brother, and had decided on a video game he had been wanting for a long time.  Of course her parents bought it for her, but she had done all of the searching.  She was very proud, and excited to see him open it.  All he did was grunt and toss it on the ground, going back to texting his friends.  Slightly depressing to say the least.  And then she opened his, to find a used gum wrapper. 

   "Ha!  Did you see the look on her face?  Merry Christmas, you little weirdo."  Dane said, as a tear trickled down Sally's face.  Her parents yelled at Dane and took away his phone, which threw him into an even bigger snit. 

   Sally was immediately hit by another rush so intense, her whole body shook.  Her pajama's felt tighter, almost like they were a size too small.  But again, she didn't pay it much mind at the moment because she was too involved in seeing her parents open what she made for them.  After all the festivities had died down and they had eaten breakfast, Sally took some of her new things up to her room.  She wanted to try on a white cowboy hat from her aunt.  She stepped in front of the full length mirror on her closet door and gasped, dropping the hat. 

   "Wow."  was the only word she could think of. 

   Her pajamas, which fit perfectly on her normally tiny, skinny, frame, now looked like they had been painted on, stretched so thin in places that her skin had begun to show through the pink threading.  There were lumps and bulges all over her body.  She had muscles!  Santa was the greatest person ever!  Out of curiosity, she raised her arm and made a fist.  As she bent her forearm back, and a golf ball sized lump formed in the middle of her arm, pulling the pajama material upward until a tear started to form, around the bicep.  And then she squeezed, and squeezed as hard as she could.  The little golf ball, rumbled, shook, and began to grow, a vein covered peak blasting through her pajama top, pushing against her forearm.  For the next ten minutes, she couldn't stop rubbing and flexing her now tennis ball sized gun up and down, giggling as she popped it over and over again. 
   

[wolflightning13]

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Well, Dane hasn't been a really good big brother to Sally has he? Something makes me think that he should've treated her better now his little sister is going to be so much bigger and stronger than him. Great read so far, I hope there's much more! k+!

[As]

Nice one...

[wolflightning13]

     She couldn't wait to show off for her brother.  She wanted to rub it in his face and make him pay.  But she didn't want to purposely misuse her gift, for fear that it would be taken away.  After thinking about it, she had an idea of what the saying meant, but she needed to experiment with it.  Until she was sure that Santa would not take her muscles from her, she would let her brother do all the work.  She snuck out to the hallway closet where her mom kept clothes that were going to Goodwill.  Yes!  There were some of her brother's old clothes stuffed into a bag.  She ruffled through and found a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.  Hopefully they were big on her.  She wanted him to see her muscles, but at the right moment.  The clothes fit just the way she wanted them to.  She walked calmly over to her brother's room and knocked on his door. 

   "What?" 

   "Can I come in?"  Sally asked.

   "Why?  Shouldn't you be trying your sock on?"  Dane chuckled. 

   "Please?  I want to talk to you." 

   "Oh for crying out loud.  Fine.  You have five seconds."

   Sally suppressed an urge to giggle and slowly entered Dane's room.  And was almost immediately disgusted.  His room was an absolute disaster.  There was so much junk and garbage thrown on the floor it felt like she was dodging land mines just to walk up to his bed.  And it smelled.  Wasn't he supposed to clean his room?  That gave her an idea. 

   "So what do you want loser?  And why are you wearing my clothes?  You must really be desperate to win my affections.  That is really sad."  Dane said, as he shoveled some pizza bites into his mouth.  "Here.  Let me help you make an improvement." 

   He reached over, pizza sauce dripping from his hands, and wiped them all over her sweatshirt. 

   "Hey!"  Sally said.  As she backed away, her foot slipped on one of the grimy food plates laying on his floor, and she fell over backwards.  Dane started laughing. 

   "Look, dinner and a show!"

   But Sally wasn't paying attention.  The moment her butt the ground, the warm feeling returned, and her whole body started shaking with pleasure.  It went on for nearly thirty seconds.

   "Are you having a seizure?  My awesomeness must be too much for a loser like you." 

   Sally could feel her muscles expanding underneath the sweat shirt and pants, like a balloon of strength, with every stretch of her skin, she felt more and more powerful.  She managed to right herself and stand up.  It was hard to keep her emotions in check, but her plan was going swimmingly so far. 

   "So, since it is Christmas, I wanted to make it an extra special day for everyone.  I was wondering if you would like me to clean your room."  Sally asked. 

   "You clean my room?  Whatever floats your boat, loser."  Dane said, not looking up from the video game he was playing, which just happened to be the one Sally gave him for Christmas. 

   "Ok!"  Sally said, happily. 

   It took her nearly an hour, but by the end she had the room looking about as neat as it ever had.  The sensation hit her like a lightning bolt, the orgasmic electricity vibrating through every limb, as an invisible air pump began to plump up her burgeoning muscles.  Dane was too absorbed with his tv, to see Sally's sweats began to pull tight around her entire body, hugging the growing mounds of beef, until the threads had been stretched so far, she could see skin through the clothing!  One false move and she would rip right through!  Oh, this was going to be so incredible!  She could barely stop herself from flexing!

   "Dane, your room is clean."  Sally said, standing a couple feet from his bed, giving him a perfect view of the specimen she had become. 

   He looked over for a few brief seconds, then turned away again. 

   "Cheese, sis.  You might want to lay off the donuts.  You're starting to look like the Pillsbury Doughboy.  On second thought, here.  Why don't you clean this up." 

   Sally's eyes went wide when she realized what he was about to do, but didn't have enough time to react.  Dane took his near full cup of drink, and threw it at her, drenching her with sticky soda.  That was the last straw.  Dane started to feel a rumbling underneath him, and then a loud tearing sound.  With a turn of his head, all of the blood drained from his face.  Sally was standing in the same place, grinning at him with her perfect little teeth, her hair and face soaking wet.  But her head was attached to some sort of abomination.  There was so much muscle piled onto her frame, it looked like she could give Arnold a run for his money, and she was about two feet shorter!  Dane jumped back, scrunching himself into the corner of his bed, as the arm primed for an earth shattering flex began to rise.  He felt lightheaded, but still he couldn't take his eyes off of its ascension- every inch it got closer to parallel, the tricep bubbled and twitched, striations piling on top of eachother as it forced more and more meat into a muscle already approaching football size! 
   

[Jeremy Lightning]

God, you can give grbaclig tips on how to make an asshole male character, bro. Dane is definitely going to get his ass handed to him, and he's going to deserve every bit of it! k+!

[wolflightning13]

God, you can give grbaclig tips on how to make an asshole male character, bro. Dane is definitely going to get his ass handed to him, and he's going to deserve every bit of it! k+!

Time for retribution Dane   
You should've been nicer to her

Nice one...

Thanks everybody.  Dane definitely has bit off a little more than he can chew.