A Doll for Christmas

“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 Claus? 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 to 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 media 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?”

Dayna opened her eyes slowly and couldn’t believe what she saw. There he was; big red suit, long white beard, giant sack of toys – the whole nine yards. Santa was standing right in front of her. She wondered if she had fallen asleep, and that maybe she was dreaming. He looked at her and chuckled softly as he approached the Christmas tree, before whistling the tune of Jingle Bells. Dayna, still in shock, remained silent and motionless. Her heart was racing, her mind was spinning, and she was absolutely dumbstruck.

Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a pink present with a golden tag that read ‘To Dayna’ and placed it under the tree. Dayna could only watch him in a state of absolute wonder as she walked away from the tree.

“You can open it now if you’d like,” he said with a smile. 

Then, Santa put a finger to his nose and he began to shimmer. Dayna stared in disbelief as he travelled back up the chimney, before disappearing into the night with a jolly laugh.

Dayna was completely flabbergasted, but in a strangely good way. She didn’t know what to think. Or what to feel. But she could see the present under the tree, wrapped in pretty pink paper with sparkly snowflakes on it. Santa Claus had left her a present. That… actually just happened. Right in front of her. She tilted her head slightly and just blinked. Then, as if in a daze, Dayna got up and opened the box Santa had left her. Inside was a note that read:

To Dayna,

Now, I know you’re a no-nonsense young lady but even a girlboss can use some Christmas magic. You’re a lovely girl and I think that, deep down inside, you want to believe. But I know a girl like you needs to see it to believe it. So enjoy the Christmas magic. I know Chris will! He was a very good boy this year. He’s a keeper!

Merry Christmas,
Santa

P.S.: The elves insisted I say “girlboss” so I hope it means what they told me. Sleigh! 

The note somehow left her with more questions than answers. What was even happening right now? Why did Santa call her a girlboss? And what did he mean about Chris? Nothing was making sense anymore.

She began to unwrap the present and the paper started to sparkle. Dayna smiled as the glitter seemed to shine brighter and brighter. It was pretty. It felt warm. It felt nice. She moaned softly as the warmth spread from her hands. Slowly, the blissful feeling began to flow through her. Her body sparkling. It felt so good. Her skin was starting to shine slightly as it took on an unnaturally perfect complexion. She felt softer. Lighter. The warmth building up in her breasts, causing them to inflate before her very eyes. Her pajama top was beginning to stretch around her fake-looking chest before it dissolved into sparkles, putting Dayna’s boobs on display. Her nipples became hard as they turned slightly more pink. Pointy and perfect. Her lips parted, each swelling into a plump pink pillow, and her mouth began to round into a soft O-shape. Dayna could feel a similar sensation inside her pussy and in her ass as they both became just another fuckhole on her body. 

Her hips widened and her butt went from a cute bubble to an obscene shelf, making her pretty pink holes look even more inviting.

And suddenly, she realized she couldn’t move. Not an inch. Not a muscle. Nothing. She was just stuck there. Frozen in place. Just a doll. A fuckdoll. That’s all she was right now. She was just a sex doll, laying in front of her Christmas tree, waiting to be used. She wanted to be used so bad. Needed to be used. She wanted Chris to use her. The warmth began to return to her holes. Pleasure. Need. All she could think about was how much she hoped Chris would come downstairs and fuck her. Over, and over, and over again. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, in her ass, in her pussy. She was a fuckdoll and she needed to be used. The need simmered inside of her, keeping DaynaDoll on the edging of orgasmic bliss until it was time to play and be used again. 

*****

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 pink, sexed-up 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 of all, 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 doll-like. 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, still receiving no response. “Is this some sort of joke?”

Dayna simply sat there. Blank. Empty. Chris knelt beside her and touched her hand. She wasn’t real. And he was now even more confused. 

“It’s a doll? Did she have some kind of doll of herself made for me?” 

Then, he noticed the gold envelope in the pocket of the doll’s Santa jacket. Seeing it was addressed to him, he tore through the seal and read it aloud.

Dear Chris,

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve brought you a toy, but this year’s is very special. Don’t worry about Dayna; I promise she’ll be back to normal at midnight. Oh… and don’t tell her this, but she was on my Naughty List this year… so I thought she might enjoy being a naughty toy for the day. And you can trust that she’s going to enjoy this too, because your touch will feel extra special to her while she’s like this. So, please enjoy your limited edition DaynaDoll and keep believing.

Your friend,
Santa