bimbosanddolls:“Oh, come on. You’re a grown man; there’s no way you still believe

bimbosanddolls:“Oh, come on. You’re a grown man; there’s no way you still believe in Santa,” Dayna said to her boyfriend, Chris. “What’s wrong with believing in a little Christmas magic?” he asked her. Dayna couldn’t believe it. What twenty-seven year old man still believed in Santa Clause? She could understand putting the act on around little kids or whatever, but Chris seemed completely serious right now. “Chris, you’re kidding, right? Like… I stopped believing in Santa when I was ten. You can’t possibly think some magical fat man flies around the world giving presents to kids.” The argument continued for longer than Dayna expected. Her boyfriend really did believe in this silly idea of “Christmas magic” and all the associated nonsense. Ever the realist, Dayna was determined prove her point. “Okay, Chris, I’ll tell you what. I’m going to sleep right here in front of the tree. That way, when Santa shows up because he’s obviously real and whatnot, I’ll see him with my very own eyes.”Chris hesitated, “I… I wouldn’t, babe. Nobody is supposed to see Santa. If he knows you’re waiting out for him, he may not even come.” “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?” she said defiantly. “Now, do you want to watch a movie or not?” *****Later that night, Dayna grabbed a pillow, blanket and some coffee and got herself comfortable in front of her Christmas tree. She was still in disbelief about how ridiculous Chris was being about this Santa stuff. Then again, she was camping out in front of a tree like a little kid… so maybe she wasn’t any better. Still, she needed to prove her point. Part of her considered that Chris would have some kind of excuse as to why Santa didn’t show up, but she’d deal with that tomorrow. The night went on as quietly as she expected. A couple dogs barking, the occasional car driving by, but definitely no sleigh bells or reindeer hooves. She was scrolling through her social medias when, all of a sudden, she heard a faint jingle in the distance. The sound caught her attention, but she was quick to dismiss it. “No way,” she said to herself, “just a coincidence.” But still, the sound got louder. It sounded as though it was getting closed. They were definitely bells. She got up and peeked around the stairs. Was Chris maybe playing a prank on her? Did he get a buddy to help him? She tiptoed up the stairs and was mildly annoyed when she was her boyfriend asleep in her bed. Dayna turned back and went downstairs, determined to find the source of the sound. She looked out the windows but saw nothing but an empty street. Still, the bells grew louder. Then, she heard a soft thud. Followed by what sounded like footsteps. “No,” she said aloud, “It can’t be…” She quickly made her way back to her blanket and pretended to be asleep. If Santa was really about to come down her chimney, she couldn’t be awake. She closed her eyes tight and tried to slow her breathing as she heard another thud come from the fireplace. “Ho, ho, ho,” a jolly voice boomed, “what do we have here?”*****Chris awoke with a big smile on his face. He absolutely loved Christmas and couldn’t wait to give Dayna her presents. He hurried down the stairs to see his girlfriend. Part of him was surprised with how stubborn she was about this whole Santa thing; he figured he’d wake up to see her beside him in bed. Now, he figured she was asleep on the couch by the tree. He entered the living room and was shocked to see Dayna sitting in front of the tree in what appeared to be a sexy Santa outfit.“Hey babe, what’s all this about?” he asked her. As he got closer, he realized something was off about his girlfriend.First all of, Dayna didn’t seem to respond to seeing Chris at all. Her gaze seemed to stare off into the distance and the smile on her face remained wide and doll-like. As he got closer, he noticed that she didn’t seem to be blinking at all. Her blue eyes were glassy and unmoving, and had appeared to change to a minty green colour. “Babe?” he asked her again, receiving no response. “Is this some sort of joke?”Dayna simply sat there, smiling. Chris knelt beside her and touched her hand. From this distance, he could see that her skin had taken on a glossy, plastic sheen. Her breasts definitely seemed to be larger, as if they had been inflated. Upon touching them, he realized that they had become soft yet firm plastic orbs that were barely contained in her green bra.“A doll? Did she have some kind of doll of her made for me?” he asked himself. Then, he noticed the green envelope in the pocket of the doll’s Santa jacket. Seeing it was addressed to him, he tore through the golden seal and read it.Dear Chris,Don’t worry about Dayna; she was on my naughty list anyways. She’ll be back to normal at midnight and your touch will feel extra special to her while she’s like this. So, enjoy your DaynaDoll and keep believing.Your friend,Santa  -- source link

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