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CHRISTMAS ELF'S WISH GRANTING by Throne
🕑 Added 2021-12-13 20:14:39 +0000 UTCCHRISTMAS ELF'S WISH GRANTING by Throne
I was so surprised to see the chubby little woman enter our bedroom that it left me speechless. She was about three feet tall, wearing a green dress, with a matching stocking cap and shoes that had curled up toes. Also, I had just seen her walk through the wall, which convinced me she was real and possessed magical powers. She consulted an electronic pad and then looked up at me.
"Mrs. Janis Pearl?"
"Um, that's me."
"Hello. My name is Elf Lina. We got a message up north about your husband's Christmas wish." A smile lit up her round face. "I'm here to fulfill it, but I had some trouble finding your address. That keeps happening to me. It's one of the reasons they have me on probation. I tend to get a little mixed up."
"Well," I said, hardly able to believe what was happening, "everybody makes mistakes. Are you referring to what my dear Terry told me he wanted? For me to get a boob job? And to have my lips enlarged?"
She checked that device again. "Exactly. And since it's Christmas Eve, I'm here to give him what he wants."
"I see." What could I say? I had already agreed to the procedures he wanted me to have. It was, as he said, his gift to himself. I wasn't against getting those enhancements, but I didn't like that he had told me, rather than asking me. I also didn't appreciate his generally selfish attitude toward sex. And the fact that he always reminded me that the man rules the roost. "Then I guess that's what you'll have to do."
"All right," she said, sounding a bit relieved that I was agreeable. She snapped her pudgy fingers and a blue wand appeared in her hand. "Here we go."
She waved the wand and uttered some strange words. Nothing happened. Elf Lina gave me an apologetic shrug and tried again. This time I felt a swelling sensation in my breasts. I had on a stretchy top and could see that it was being stretched further, about another two inches. Then the little lady gave a second swipe of the wand, spun on her heels, and barked out a command in that same odd language. My hand came up reflexively, as my lips went numb and then regained feeling. As I fingered them, it was obvious they had grown.
"There," said Elf Lina. "All done. Maybe I'll see you next year and..."
Thinking quickly, I said, "Wait a minute, please. As long as you're here, why don't you take care of my holiday wishes?"
"That wasn't on the work order, but I suppose I could do it. I mean, that way they wouldn't have to send someone else out. And there is a labor shortage, you know. Even in our business."
"Then it only makes sense to get both our requests filled at once. The thing is that Terry is a bit embarrassed by how large his... um... male part is. So, to make him happy, I'd like to have it reduced. Right now, it's about seven inches hard. I know he'd be much happier if it was only..." I pursed my new lips. "... three inches."
"Really? That's an unusual wish, but the last thing I want is to do is deny someone and have it count against me. Is he here now?"
"Yes. He's in the room he calls his man cave, watching sports on his big screen TV. You can hear the set because he turns the volume up."
"Oh, yes." Elf Lina closed her eyes. "I can sense him now, sitting in his big recliner." She threw the wand up and, as it turned over in midair, its color changed from blue to pink. When she caught it, the green-clad figure swirled it in a tight circle and muttered something that ended with a chuckle. "All done. Was there anything else you wanted, before I go on to my next stop?"
"Well, it causes him a lot of stress to have to make decisions around the house. It would be so much easier if he could simply agree to everything I decide on, with no exceptions."
"Hmmm. That sounds like a #237, with an E-Factor Extension. Would you like it to continue past next Christmas?"
"How about if we just leave it with no cut-off date?"
She nodded. "Less fuss for me. I can skip the renewal paperwork, when I get back to the shop." She raised the wand high and brought it down in a slashing movement, speaking a single syllable. "He'll be oh so cooperative now. I only hope it's not too much."
"I'm sure that it will work out fine," I assured her. "Don't you worry about a thing, Elf Lina. Head back to headquarters and know that you've given me exactly what I wanted."
"That's so nice. I love it when I can help both members of a marriage have their hearts' desires."
"Rest assured that you've done a terrific job."
"Thanks. My wand is recording all this. I'm sure my supervisor will be happy when she plays back our conversation."
"Not as happy as I'll be from now on. Is it too soon for my hubby and I to show our gifts to each other?"
"You're all grown up, so I'll allow you not to wait until morning. Oh, and if you think of anything else, there's still an hour before your wishing time runs out. Just say whatever you want out loud and I'll hear you. Now I have to get going. I have a young man who wants a closet-full of girl's clothing. I guess it's a gift for his sweetie."
"Hmmm," I considered. "Or something like that."
Scratching behind her ear with that wand, Elf Lina turned and walked back through the wall. I put my hands under my enlarged chest-warmers and jogged them up and down. Then I licked my perpetually puckered lips. I was happy with my gifts from Terry. It was time to see how he felt about what I had gotten him. Heading for the den, I found him predictably engrossed in a sporting event, with a bottle of beer clutched in his hand.
"What are you doing?" he complained at the screen. "You had this game in your pocket and now you're throwing it away."
"Dear," I said, "would you like to go to the bedroom with me?"
"Can't you see that I'm in the middle of an important game?"
I rephrased what I'd said, from a question to an order. "Terry, you're coming to the bedroom with me."
"I..." He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "All right."
He rose slowly from the large chair, as if he wasn't sure what he was doing. His eyes went to me and widened, as he gaped at my magical breast enhancement. Then his stare elevated to my inviting lips. He turned off the TV and followed me, in a trance. When we reached the bedroom, I told him to undress. He did it slowly, as if trying to resist, but was soon naked. His penis was nothing but a stub. I reached out and flicked the end of it. He checked where I had touched and what he saw made him gasp.
"I'm... What happened to my...?"
"Let's just call it some holiday magic. You got me the big knockers and sexy lips. I got you a dick that will keep you from acting like the cock of the walk, as well as a change of personality to make you much more manageable." To demonstrate, I told him, "Grab what's left of your pecker and get it hard."
He hesitated, but only for a second. Soon, shamefully tugging on his baby dick, he had it up to its new three-inch limit. I couldn't suppress a laugh. Then I went to my dresser and selected an especially girly nightie, a short transparent one with a bow at the neck. I asked him what he thought of it and he said it made me look so seductive. I said that I wondered how it would look on him. Terry was stunned when I put it over his head and let it slide down onto his nude figure. I liked the effect, especially in combination with his shrunken penis, but there was something else needed.
I said, "Elf Lina, please get rid of all Terry's body hair, from below his eyebrows down. And make it permanent."
As I watched, the hair on his chest seemed to evaporate. When the same thing happened at his crotch, it made what was left of his prick appear even more immature. He saw what had transpired and clasped his hands over the embarrassing sight. I told him to move them away, so he had no choice but to do that. With his slender build, dinky doodle, and smooth skin, he no could no longer claim male superiority, especially while wearing that filmy baby-doll.
"There's one more touch we need to make," I said thoughtfully. "Go to my dresser and get the lipstick that's next to my hair clips, on top. It's Magenta Madness, and will really make your lips stand out. Not as much as mine do now, but it'll be enough for what I have in mind. Bring it here and give it to me."
I took it and applied the bright color to his mouth. It made him even less manly than before.
"Can I go back to my game?" he asked weakly.
"No, you may not. It's time to make love. Except that, with what's between your legs, there's no point in doing it the usual way. However, your new style..." I ran my hands down the front of the nightie. "... makes it easy for me to think of you as a male lesbian. One who is very eager to please me. A girl who will happily use her mouth on my pussy. And expect nothing in return."
"But I'm... I can't... You wouldn't make me do..."
"Now, now, now. I know the old Terry never put his mouth on my girly bits. But you're someone new now. Let me call you... Taffy. And Taffy can't wait to lick me and suck my love button."
"I don't want to... to..."
"What you want no longer matters, Taffy. What's the matter? Don't you want to taste me?"
"I want to but..."
"But inside, you still feel like Terry, and he hates the idea of having a miniature dick, losing his body hair, being put into that girly lingerie, and having to be my feminine lover. Is that how it is?"
"Yes," he confessed, his voice trembling.
"Well, boo-hoo. You owe me for all of your selfish behavior in bed, up until now. And all the evenings while I was left alone, so you could watch another big game, or catch up on scores, or listen to athletes being interviewed. I think we'll convert that man cave into a wife room, with pretty curtains and a vase full of flowers, and so on. You can watch the shows I turn on, like Nasty Housewives of Gotham City, Wedding Gown Round-Up, and Cooking with Carla. Won't that be fun?"
He moaned, "Nooooo."
I snickered. "Right now, however, we have to get down to business. Help me out of my clothes, sugar. We'll still be having sex that's only enjoyable for one of us, except that now it will be me."
Terry undressed me with trembling hands. His puny penis was still hard. That gave me inspiration. My new power was going to my head, and I calculated that I still had some of that extra hour from Elf Lina remaining.
I said, "I wish for my husband to have extremely sensitive nipples, so I can easily tantalize him, because I want to give him so much pleasure. And I wish for him to be unable to have an orgasm unless I specifically give him permission, because I don't want him to come too soon and spoil his fun." My stated motives weren't exactly accurate, but I figured the wish-granter wouldn't catch on to that.
To find out if it had worked, I began to diddle Terry's nipples. He squealed and his knees buckled. It was only with an effort that he was able to remain standing. Next, I reached down and began to pump his minimized member. It felt so strange in my hand. I stoked at the same time I played with one nipple. He blubbered and almost wept, aroused to incredible heights, but he did not finish. Both of my add-on wishes had been made reality. It was going to be so much fun, being married to my improved spouse. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs, knowing what an unsubtle sight I was giving him.
"Taffy," I said, "you want to give me multiple orgasms with your mouth. Get your head between my thighs and get started. I'll give you helpful hints, so you can do the best job possible, which is your fondest desire. Right?"
"Yes, dear," he agreed shakily, as he got into position.
"Let's go," I encouraged, and counted off, "Lick-two-three-four. Lick-two-three-four."
He fell into a rhythm that I found very satisfying. Terry satisfied me for the next hour, through enough climaxes that I lost count. Then I permitted him to get into the missionary position. He was allowed to put his prick into me, for what that was worth, with its new dimensions. I toyed with his nipples as he desperately humped, unable to achieve his goal without my say-so. At last, I took mercy on him and said he could shoot his shot. He whimpered as he unloaded into me. Then I decided out loud that I wanted another orgasm.
"But, I can't," he protested in a strained whisper. "There's a mess down there."
"You made it, so you clean it up. You're going to do it, Taffy. NOW."
My husband sobbed but performed the unappetizing task. As he lapped up his own semen, I told him what I had in mind for him to wear on the nights to come, and during the days, on weekends.
"I can see you in a corset and fishnet stockings, combined with heels. Or maybe a belly shirt and mini-shorts. And there will be plenty of panties, including some with ruffles. With you in a wardrobe like that, I'll never again have to hear you crow about being the man of the house. No, you'll be more like the maid of the house. In fact, I'll get you some pretty aprons to wear while you do all the cleaning. Picture yourself in an apron, with nothing under it, your cute ass on display. I can't wait to see you in nothing but a short robe, with the belt removed so you have to hold it shut all the time. Whenever you're wearing it, I'll make you do jobs that require the use of your hands, so the robe will keep falling open, to show off your smooth hairless body. And there will be lots of creams and lotions to make your skin satiny soft. Oh, Taffy, this is going to be such a delight."
He might have wanted to say something, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. That would be a frequent occurrence from then on.
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Mikell Lee
Short but sweet.
